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Free storage lockers in China. Whether it is a bus station, supermarket, mall, or train station. These are absolutely free and does not require coins, bills, or a credit card.
Today you just scan a QR code, and the locker pops open and you stash your gear. To open, you either key in a number or let the machine scan in your receipt on your phone.
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Now they are slowly being replaced with face, or palm scanning. My experience with these are that face scanning is instantaneous. I’ll tell you what.
Technology is galloping forward. I suggest embracing it. Rather than shunning away from it.
Today…
Danish and Greenland Ministers Depart White House Meeting Visibly Angry
A meeting at the White House between the Trump Administration and Ministers from Denmark and from Greenland appears to have not gone well . . . at all. The Ministers From Denmark and Greenland looked visibly angry as they left.
Today’s meeting at the White House was between Vice President JD Vance and a delegation of diplomats from both Denmark and Greenland, led by Danish Foreign Minister Løkke Rasmussen.
Ahead of the talks, President Trump asked NATO to remove Denmark from the island.
Both Denmark and Sweden are now sending military forces to Greenland.
More info to follow, check back.
He says he is an ortho doctor and wants a vacation request wanting me to help. I am sure it is a scam. Is there a process and cost for this request?
Yes, there is a process and a cost. Here is the story of my (failed) relationship with Dr. Mark Donald, orthopedic surgeon in Syria (no. 9 of my 36 medical fiancés), whose life was marked by tragedy.
When Dr. Mark Donald lost his wife and daughter to ‘the cold hands of death’ seven years ago, he became the sole guardian of his teenage son, Alex. Thus, the fact that he had left his son in a boarding school (in Accra, Ghana) and accepted a five-year contract in Syria was a poignant demonstration of his capacity for self-sacrifice. Nevertheless, when our destinies converged, and we fell deeply in love, he began to reconsider his options.
As Mark’s wife-to-be, I was the only person who could request my fiance’s vacation. My dearest love thus asked me to write to the UN Vacation Office. Of course, I did, and my case was assigned to Agent Welch Clinton Esq., who immediately took charge of the application. Mark even sent me his ‘official’ United Nations ID card to speed things up.
He warned me that there would be a small fee which I should take care of because he was temporarily unable to access his vast fortune for security reasons.
You know I don’t have access to my Bank or money here because we submitted our stuffs to the UN security department for our own safety. […] My dear, you need to understand that we’re being private with what ever we do here in Syria camp because we’re all trying to be protected from the bad gangs that might burst in here and kidnap or even kill the workers. (Dr. Mark Donald, afraid of ‘bad gangs’ in Syria)
Still, we were both hopeful that the UN Vacation Office would look favorably upon his application and finally approve it. After writing several times to request an update, I finally received an answer from none other than the United Nations Security Council!
The bad news was that the processing fee for my fiancé’s legal documentation and travel documents would cost €7870. In the letter, Agent Welch Clinton Esq. informed me that I had four days to request payment instructions.
Needless to say, I followed Agent Welch Clinton’s instructions to the letter, and the United Nations promptly provided the payment details, which included a bank account (in southern Spain) where I was to send the money within 48 business hours. Failing to meet this deadline would result in penalties for the applicant. Depending on the circumstances, additional costs might also apply.
When 48 hours had passed, and I had not paid €7870, my dearest love was understandably upset. He became even more distraught when I suggested that he pay for his own vacation. Apparently, the fee payment was a test that I had failed miserably. His last words to me were the following:
Email the UN vacation department […], and just cancel the vacation request. I pray the Lord will find me the right woman of my heart. I’m so disappointed in you, Pamela. (Dr. Mark Donald, very unhappy in Syria)
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Avocado Chicken Melt
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Yield: 4 servings
Ingredients
4 boneless skinless chicken breast halves
1/2 cup cornmeal
1 teaspoon garlic salt
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1/2 firm ripe avocado, peeled and sliced thin, divided
1 cup shredded Monterey Jack cheese
4 wheat bread slices, toasted
1/2 cup plain yogurt
1/4 cup chopped sweet red bell pepper
Instructions
Rinse chicken with cold water and pat dry with paper towels.
Place between two sheets of plastic wrap and pound to flatten to 1/4-inch thickness.
In resealable plastic bag, combine cornmeal and garlic salt.
Add chicken; close bag and toss to coat well.
In large nonstick frying pan, heat oil.
Cook chicken in hot oil for 2 minutes per side or until lightly browned.
Remove chicken from pan and place in shallow baking pan.
Place half of avocado slices over chicken and sprinkle evenly with shredded cheese.
Bake at 350 degrees F for 15 minutes or until chicken is done and cheese is melted.
Place each chicken breast on a slice of toast.
Top with remaining avocado slices.
In small bowl, combine yogurt and bell pepper; serve with chicken.
Rome’s Lost Ninth Legion Mystery FINALLY Solved In 2025, And It’s Bad
For over 1,900 years, the fate of Rome’s legendary Ninth Legion Hispana remained one of history’s darkest unsolved mysteries.
A battle-hardened force that once thundered across Europe simply vanished—no graves, no records, no survivors.
But in 2025, an unprecedented discovery beneath the Scottish earth shattered centuries of speculation.
What archaeologists found didn’t just answer the question of where the Ninth went—it exposed a cover-up so shocking, it shook the legacy of the Roman Empire itself.
Was the lost Ninth legion truly lost, or had someone made it disappear on purpose?
The world shook. Wrenched from sleep, my eyes snapped open and I looked around. The room was unfamiliar, and I didn’t know how I’d gotten there.There wasn’t a whole lot to it, frankly. All I saw were three walls, a ceiling and a floor, all bright white. It wasn’t clear where the light was coming from, but there was no lack of it.Then the world shook again, but this time I saw the one who was shaking it, or, more accurately, me.
“I said, why won’t you talk to me?!” the young boy yelled, from just over my left shoulder.
When I’d woken, I’d been on my right side, so what I’d previously seen of the room was skewed. Clearly, there was something behind me, or I might have seen the annoying child trying to knock me out of the…cot?…I was lying in.
“What is your problem?!” I yelled back at the little twerp. He couldn’t have been more than 7 years old. “I was obviously asleep!”
I flipped over to my left side before fully sitting up. The young boy sat back on his own cot. More like fell back, really. I think I startled him a bit.
“I…I was scared, and you wouldn’t answer me,” the little guy sputtered.
I wasn’t particularly amenable to children, but his demeaner tugged at me a little. I mean, if I had no idea where I was, what was this kid’s story? And why were we in this small empty room alone together, come to think of it? No wonder he was scared. I had to set my own questions aside and be the adult in the room. Even if I was only 12.
And then he started gushing and bawling, which broke the spell entirely.
I rolled my eyes and transferred myself over to his cot next to him. I patted him on the head with an obligatory ‘there, there’ as I sat down. That’s what adults do, right?
I gave him a chance to catch his breath and settle down before plying him with questions. “Maybe you can start by telling me what’s going on here. Do you know why we’re here? Do you know where here is? How did we get here? Who brought us here? And who are you?”
He stared at me slack jawed for a few moments as he sniffled. After finally rebooting from my overload, he let the dam burst. “Iwassittinghereforeverbeforetheybroughtyouinandyouwereasleepthewholetimeand…,” he paused less than a second to suck in a breath, “…thentheybroughtinfoodbutyoudidntevenwaketoeatandIstartedgettingscaredand…”
I was able to clamp my hand across his mouth before another syllable spilled out. He actually kept going for a moment before realizing it was wasted breath.
I kept my hand right where it was as I asked, “How do you expect me to understand that?”
I slowly pulled my hand away and invited him to speak again. He took a few slow breaths before proceeding at a more sedate pace.
“You were asleep when they brought you in, and you wouldn’t wake up. I got scared. I don’t know who they are. Grown ups. I’ve never seen them before. A big guy with a beard and a woman with long blonde hair.”
He took a breath to compose himself, as his emotions started to flare, before he wrestled them down again. “I don’t know how long I’ve been here. It feels like forever. There’s food over there, if you’re hungry.” The boy pointed with thumb over their shoulders, to the opposite side of the room from what I saw when I woke up.
I looked in that direction and saw two glasses of water and two plates containing cheese and bread. Prisoner fare.
Who took children as prisoners? Oh yeah. Kidnappers. Kid…nappers. Duh.
The right question is, why? My own parents must be out of their minds about me at this point. Presuming I have parents. I must have parents, right? So why couldn’t I remember them?
I had no idea how long I was going to be stuck with the kid, but the food in the corner by the door held no interest to me whatsoever. Maybe because it was the most basic of foods, but whatever. I wasn’t hungry.
But I was getting a little angry.
It was clear that I was stuck with this other small person until I could get answers from the man with the beard and the blond. Were we being hesld for ransom? Were we part of some experiment?
I stood and did a simple check on my exposed skin for obvious marks. That didn’t take long because there wasn’t much exposed skin. I was covered from neck to ankle in a one-piece body suit, with no closure in front. The only thing exposed was my head, hands and feet. I reached to the back of my neck, where the collar crept about halfway up to my chin, and found the zipper.
Checking the rest of my body would be impossible.
I sighed deeply and stared at the ceiling with my eyes closed. I didn’t really have many options but to wait.
Which didn’t end up being long.
While I was still contemplating the insides of my eyelids, the latch on the door clicked and the door swung open.
A dark bearded man, thin but nearly as tall as the door, entered through the frame, flanked by an equally tall pale skinned woman with blond hair cascading down to her midsection. She had no discernable makeup on, and she looked like she might have just woken up herself.
Before I could utter a single syllable, the man pointed a small remote in my direction and I was immobilized completely. I couldn’t move anything, even my eyes. I’m not even sure I was blinking.
The boy was still in front of me, and it appeared that whatever the man had done affected him too. Despite the fact that my eyes were squarely fixed on the two adults, I could clearly see the runt in my peripheral vision. He too was stock still and unblinking.
The man shook his head. “We’re making progress, but I think we still have a long way to go.”
The woman seemed to concur. “You’re not wrong, but I’m concerned about the empathy.”
The man responded with a shrug. “It’s better than the last time. He didn’t even have a trace of it before.”
“Still not wrong. That pat on the head, though felt more like a concession than empathy,” she replied tersely.
I realized at that point that they were talking about. I understood their words, but not what they were talking about. They had an issue with my empathy? What did that mean? Who cared? I’d been kidnapped, and was being held against my will! So what if the little brat was scared?!
The woman raised her hand toward me. “See, even now it’s like he’s devolving into a more primitive demeanor. Emotions clearly aren’t the issue, but we need to get the balance settled. He really needs to show a lot more compassion. Oh, and of course, he’s not thinking or acting age appropriately. I think the base imprint is too strong. We’ll need to adjust that too.”
If I could have rushed them, I would have done so. I was done with whatever crap was going on and I wanted answers. If I could have raised my voice at them, I would have done so. That fact was, I wasn’t even breathing.
“We’re going to have to reset. Again.” With that statement, the bearded man raised the remote one more time and everything went black for me.
The world shook. Wrenched from sleep, my eyes snapped open and I looked around. The room was unfamiliar, and I didn’t know how I’d gotten there.
Putin Threatens RETALIATION for U.S. Seizure of Russian Ships
Vladimir Putin has issued a stark warning to the United States, demanding the immediate release of seized Russian oil tankers and directing the message squarely at U.S. special forces.
According to the warning, failure to comply would trigger Russian retaliatory strikes, not just against American assets, but potentially inside EU countries or across the Pacific. The language was blunt, public, and unmistakably designed to escalate pressure rather than calm it.
What makes the threat especially alarming is its geographic reach. By explicitly naming Europe and Pacific nations as possible targets, Moscow is signaling that it sees the tanker seizures not as a narrow maritime dispute, but as an act that justifies widening the conflict. This is classic Kremlin strategy: raise the stakes, blur the lines between regional and global consequences, and force Western leaders to calculate risk under extreme uncertainty.
The message is aimed as much at allies as at Washington itself. By hinting at retaliation on European soil, Putin is testing political nerves, betting that fear of escalation will fracture unity and slow enforcement actions. It is a reminder that energy, security, and geopolitics are tightly fused, and that in today’s climate, even oil tankers can become flashpoints with the potential to drag entire regions closer to confrontation.
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US VP JD Vance announces new strategy of blatant imperialism, aimed at China
US Vice President JD Vance revealed the Trump administration’s “generational shift in [foreign] policy”, emphasizing “great power competition” and preparation for war with China. They’re abandoning soft power and focusing on “hard power” and “overwhelming force”, in a return to blatant, 19th century-style imperialism. Ben Norton reports.
Sir Whiskerton and the Chicken Coop Cha-Cha
Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale so rhythmically absurd that even the scarecrow tapped a wooden foot. Today’s story involves three mice with more flair than a flamenco festival, a hen with a dignity complex, and eggs that rolled away in sheer existential protest. So dust off your dancing shoes (or hooves, or paws) and join us for The Chicken Coop Cha-Cha—a saga of peer pressure, poultry, and very questionable life choices.
The Mice Who Mistook Themselves for Shakira
The Three Blind Mice—Tito Tango, Paco Cha-Cha, and Carlos Conga—arrived at the farm in a cloud of imagined celebrity.
Tito Tango adjusted his tiny sunglasses (indoors, at night). “I once danced with a bull in Barcelona. He wept at my footwork.” (The bull was a garden gnome.)
Paco Cha-Cha clutched his fake rose. “Do you hear that? The wind… it whispers salsa.” (It was Rufus the Dog snoring.)
Carlos Conga spun his tail-sombrero. “Rhythm is life! Also, it confuses owls!”
Their motto? “¡MÚSICA NATURAL!”—a battle cry triggered by any bodily function. A duck quacked too hard? Cha-cha time. A pig farted? Tango emergency.
Doris’s Accidental Groove
Doris the Hen was mid-gossip when it happened.
“Harriet, did you hear about Gertrude’s new pond boyfriend? He’s a carp—” She clucked twice. Cluck-cluck. A pause. The mice froze.
“¡ES RITMO!” Carlos screamed.
Suddenly, Doris was swarmed.
Tito:“Señora, your clucks are muy caliente!”
Paco:“Marry me!” (He said this to a hay bale five minutes later.)
Carlos:“THE COOP IS NOW A DISCOTECA!”
Doris, a lady of refined sensibilities, squawked. “I’m a hen! We waltz! At weddings! With napkins!”
The mice gasped in unison. “¡SHE’S A NATURAL!”
The Dance-Off of Doom
Harriet, eggsitting nearby, watched in horror as Doris was dragged into a conga line.
Doris:“Release me! I have eggspectations!”
Tito:“Feel the beat! Feel it!” (He was standing on a rake.)
The eggs, sensing chaos, revolted. They rolled toward the barn door in a silent, yolky protest.
Harriet:“Doris! The eggs are leaving!”
Doris:“Oh, thank cluck—I mean, HELP!”
Sir Whiskerton arrived just as Carlos attempted a backflip (he landed in the water trough).
Whiskerton:“Gentlemen, as delightful as this telenovela is, the eggs are staging a walkout.”
Paco:“But… art!” (He slow-danced with a confused frog.)
The Moral (and the Post-Credit Siesta)
Moral:Not everyone wants to dance—especially not eggs.
Post-Credit Scene: The mice, undeterred, ambush Chef Remy LeRaccoon’s kitchen. When he drops a spoon, they scream “¡MÚSICA NATURAL!” and salsa into a bowl of glow-in-the-dark pudding.
Best Lines:
“I’m a hen! We waltz! At weddings! With napkins!” – Doris, defending her honor.
“The eggs are leaving!” – Harriet, witnessing the yolk uprising.
“Marry me!” – Paco, to a tumbleweed (it said no).
Starring:
The Three Blind Mice (Delusional Dance Legends)
Doris the Hen (Unwilling Salsa Queen)
Harriet (Egg Bouncer & Voice of Reason)
Key Jokes:
Carlos’s sombrero spins off his tail mid-leap.
Tito’s “bull in Spain” story changes each time (next: the bull was a teapot).
The eggs rolling away like tiny, judgmental bowling balls.
P.S. Remember: If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. If life gives you rhythmic mice, run.
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. The last thing I remember is… is… I don’t remember anything. Panic begins to run through my body as I take in my surroundings. I tilt my head down to see my naked body covered in goose skin from my waist up. A crisp white sheet covers me from the waist down. The sheet matches the rest of the room. Everything is either bleach white or stainless steel. The room reeks of sterility. The only light comes from the overhead lights.Three of my cell walls are concrete painted white. A thin drape covers the fourth wall. The room is silent. No machines beep. No voices speak. Only the sound of my chaotic breathing can be heard. Where am I? I try to sit up. My body feels like it is full of sand. After some struggle, I succeed.I turn to swing my legs over the side of the little bed. Relief washes over me. I had expected them to be gone or something worse. There is something strange about my feet, though. I stare at the dark red toenails of my pale purple feet. I inspect my fingernails; they match.Having no memory of the events leading to my current situation, it’s odd to be naked with a fresh mani-pedi. I wiggle my toes and ball my hands into fists as if I were doing a systems check. My movements are slow and stiff; otherwise, everything seems to be in working order. Then, I try to leap to the floor. My body becomes ridged. I am stuck sitting naked with my legs hanging off the edge and my hands planted beside my thighs on the edge of the bed. Panic returns.My entire body is frozen in the stiff seated position. I begin to hyperventilate. I try to open my mouth to scream for help. My mouth doesn’t move. It stays shut. Only a distressed hum escapes me. I try to shake my body from side to side to have some control of my body without any success.
I continue to fight again and again. I try to scream. I start to cry from the frustration and fear. What is going on? Where am I? Please, someone, anyone, help me! I hear a metallic click from behind the drape. Then another, only louder. Like giant robotic steps, the clicks grow closer and closer. Then with the final click a halo of light forms around the drapes.
Two silhouettes stand like shadow puppets on the opposite side of the sheet. My heartbeat quickens. I should feel relief instead of dread and fear. The curtain slithers towards the right with a mechanical whirl. The silhouettes become two men in white jumpsuits. They stand on the opposite side of a great glass wall. I feel like a fish in an aquarium.
The jumpsuits are as sterile as the room, but they wear brown leather tool bags around their waists. They talk and laugh on the other side of the glass. My first instinct is that I am the subject of their conversation. The glass splits open, and I feel relieved and a little angry when I hear they’re talking about a baseball game instead. They walk into the room like it’s just another day at the office. Maybe it is.
The first man doesn’t acknowledge me at all. He walks over to a stainless-steel table and examines the tools on its surface. The other walks over to me with a tablet in his hand. He looks at his tablet and then up at my face. He scrolls down the screen with a swipe of his finger, pauses, and utters a series of numbers under his breath. Then, leaning over, he folds my left ear down.
I try to retreat from his touch, but my body stays firm. Instead, I only manage to let out a low whine as he touches me. He moves his face beside my head. I can hear him repeat the numbers softly to himself.
“Ok, so what’s left for this one?” The tableted man asks.
“memory load, ain’t it?”
“Yeah, and a systems check. It looks like this one’s voice box was torn out by one of the guests.”
“That wasn’t the only thing that was torn out. I worked on this one with Mark yesterday. Talk about a mess. Those rich bastards are sick, man.”
“So, you’re the one that didn’t put it in storage mode and left it sitting up like this?”
“Nah, it must have been Mark.”
“Sure, it was. And It’s not just rich bastards anymore. Even poor bastards like you and me can afford to be sickos now.”
“I’m good. These things give me the creeps.”
I try to look at the one who had called me a “Thing.” I am not a thing. I am a person. I have a name. My name is… My name is. My old friend Panic comes back in a flood. I can’t remember my name. I can’t remember anyone’s name. I look at the man in front of me as he swipes and pokes the tablet’s screen. Then he looks up into my eyes.
“authentication code: One, six, two, six, five, six.” He speaks the numbers slowly and clearly.
I let out a sound that can only be described as an idiotic moan. I’m embarrassed, and the man at the table laughs. I can tell the man in front of me is more than a little frustrated.
“You two are morons. Did you not verify the system update yesterday after replacing the voice box?”
“I thought we did.”
“Well, you didn’t, it takes two seconds. Two!” He swipes and prods at the tablet as he speaks.
“Damn, Drew, sorry. Get off my case.”
“Just do your job, Mike. That’s all I ask. It’s not much.” Drew looks back up at me. “Ok, let’s try this again. Authentication code, five, two, nine, five, three, three.” He reads from his tablet.
My body feels as though Novocain was injected into every muscle. “Credentials required.” The words escape my lips. Words that were not my own. In my mind, I am screaming and flailing my limbs, trying to escape. In reality, I sit numb, frozen to the edge of the bed. I hate the voice.
“Andrew Tate, ID number one, five, six.”
“Hello Andrew thank you for visiting me today, how are you?” Again, the words came, but they were strangers. This voice is calm and almost comforting. It’s the voice of an automated phone recording. It doesn’t show the fear and uncertainty I’m feeling.
“I’m fine, thank you for asking. What is two plus two?” He asks.
“Four,” The voice answers.
“What is the ocean’s name between Europe and the United States?”
“The Atlantic.”
“What is the capital of Texas?”
“Austin.”
“Which word is unlike the others: Milk, Water, Juice, Rock.”
“Rock”
“What is your name?”
“Unit awaiting name assignment.” The words sent an icy chill down my spine. This was not happening.
“Ok, cool, easy day. It looks like you guys didn’t screw everything up. You got the base memories in.”
“You think you’re so much better than us, Drew. You’re not. You’re not any better than the rest of us techs.”
“I don’t think that Mike. I’m just tired, is all.” Andrew made some swipes on his tablet. “Ok, unit 450, your name is now Melissa.” He said to me without looking up from his tablet.
“Thank you, Andrew, I like the name Melissa very much.”
“Glad to hear it,” He said to me. “Uploading personal memories time, now.”
A life rushes before my eyes. I see my parents and my siblings, I remember how I got the scar on my right knee from falling off a bike. I remember the first boy I kissed and the first girl. The joy and pain of high school. Every sight, sound, smell, taste. Every emotion, every physical sensation hit me like a wrecking ball.
I can hear Mike and Andrew arguing over me. I open my eyes and find myself curled on the cold cement floor. I can see their bootie-covered feet as they blame each other for what happened. I can feel my body again and wiggle my fingers. I hold back a smile at my own autonomy.
“Why didn’t you lay it down before the upload!” Mike yelled.
“Because I forgot it was sitting up! You should have stored it right! They aren’t supposed to be upright in storage!”
“I did store it right! Even if I didn’t, how do you not notice those giant tits?”
“Screw you, pervert. Help me get it up on the table.”
Their cold hands grab my warm body. Hands slide into my armpits and on my thighs. I feel weightless as they lift me back on the table. When they let go of me, I sit up quickly, and they both jump back.
“Where am I, and who are you?” I beg, looking at Mike and then Andrew.
“Wow, wow, it’s ok, you’re ok. We’re not here to hurt you.” Andrew reassures with his hands held out in front of him.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“You had a little fall. You’re in the hospital. I’m Dr. Tate. This is my Nurse, Michael.”
“Screw you. Why am I the nurse?”
“Shut up, Mike.” Andrew answers without taking his eyes off me.
“Why not just tell it the truth? You’re a –”
“Shut up, Mike!”
“You know what Drew. I’m getting really tired of you bossing me around.”
“M I C 547 shut down authorization Andrew Tate ID 156.” Andrew blurts out the command.
In response, Mike’s face goes blank, and his arms fall slack at his sides. He squats down and hugs his legs, making a compact ball of man. His eyes are open as he stares straight ahead without signs of life.
“These damn software updates are going to get someone killed.” Andrew says, “Sorry, Melissa, we have to start over. Can you please lay down for me?”
I can’t stop looking at the balled-up man behind Drew. The expressionless face and contortion of the body make me sick. I don’t want to lie down; I want to get out.
“Melissa, did you hear me? Please don’t make this more difficult than it has to be, I’ve already had a long day.”
I did the first thing I could think of. “Look out!” I shout, pointing at the balled man on the floor. It’s not very clever, but it does the trick. Andrew jumps up from his stool and turns around to find Mike’s motionless body. Now, with his back in front of me, I reach forward, wrap my arm around his neck, and squeeze.
I wrap my legs around his body, and we both fall to the floor. I contract every muscle in my body. Andrew squirms as he pries at my arms with his hands. He continues to pry with one as the other disappears.
His fist slams into my thigh. I scream in pain as he continues to stab me. The pain is like a shock from a cattle prod, but I refuse to let go of his neck. The stabs grow weaker until Andrew’s body hangs limp in my arms.
I let go, and his body lies limp next to the bloody screwdriver. I hop to my feet and am met with pain exploding through my leg. I fall back to the ground. Determined, I claw my way back up. In my head, I had pictured this going more smoothly. I had imagined Andrew falling unconscious and stealing his uniform. Reality was different. Alarms began to scream before I could catch my breath.
In a combination of fear and instinct, I grab the bed sheet. I wrap it around my body as I bolt out the door. Flashes from the red warning lights punctuate the dark hall. I run down the dark tunnel.
I hear voices and heavy boots chasing after me down the hall. I run as fast as my injured leg allows. Turning with frantic desperation down one hall, then another. I don’t know or care where the corridors lead as long as they lead to somewhere else.
Through the flashes of red, I see inside the cells, each holding a different body. Each one is in a different state of construction. Some lay limp on benches with no limbs. Others hang from the ceiling like life-sized marionettes with their chest open. Some pound on the windows and beg for help as I pass. Others curl in the corner of their cells, not knowing what to do.
They’re children and adults. Boys and girls. Men and women. I pay no attention to them; all my focus is on my escape. Then I see him. With a sheet around his waist and his dark hair reaching just past his ears. He looks as handsome as the day he proposed to me.
“James!” I shout, pressing against the glass wall of his cell. He looks at me, confused. “James, it’s me.”
“Get me out of here. Please, lady!” He yells after a moment’s hesitation.
“James, I’m not some lady. It’s me. It’s Mel, I’m your Mel.” I start to cry as I scream to James through the glass. I can hear the boots getting closer. “I’ll get you out, don’t worry, honey; I’ll get you out. There has to be some way to open this door.”
I hear a voice scream, “Shock! Shock! Shock!” Everything goes black.
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. The last thing I remember is… is… I don’t remember anything.
U.S. PERSONNEL REPORTEDLY TOLD TO LEAVE MAJOR QATAR BASE BY TONIGHT
A senior Israeli defense leader has just made one of the most explosive statements of this crisis:
“There will be no Iranian regime. This is going to be an American-led attack with Israeli support. The regime stands no chance.”
Let that sink in.
While millions of Iranians are flooding the streets and the regime fires on its own people, powerful voices inside Israel’s security establishment are now openly saying the unthinkable:
That the Islamic dictatorship in Tehran is approaching its end.
According to insiders, the regime is cracking from the inside:
defections are beginning
elites are demoralized
security forces are divided
and Khamenei’s inner circle is reportedly preparing escape plans
This is what late-stage collapse looks like.
The streets of Iran are no longer afraid.
The world is no longer pretending.
And Washington is no longer ignoring what’s happening.
When military leaders start speaking this bluntly, it means the diplomatic phase is ending and the pressure phase is beginning.
This is not about regional politics anymore.
This is about whether the Islamic dictatorship survives — or whether history is about to turn a page that cannot be turned back.
DESTRUCTION OF OPERATIONAL SECURITY
The public remarks of Israeli Brigadier General Amir Avivi appear to many people to have blown operational security.
Until he said what he said, no one __really__ knew if the U.S. was actually going to attack. Now, they know.
Prior to these public remarks, people all over the world were asking themselves “what is the US going to do? Will the U.S. attack?” Now, they know.
Many people are now under the impression that these remarks not only endanger any men sent into the mission, they give Iran a legitimate reason to PRE-EMPTIVELY ATTACK ISRAEL! Before U.S. assets can be there to protect them.
This seems to many people to be an Op-Sec catastrophe.
HAL TURNER ANALYSIS
A war with Iran would not be short and very risky. It would shut oil, US bases, and US power at once.
Iran would likely do preemptive strikes on US regional military installations.
Immediate Impacts:
– Al Udeid and Al Dhafra airbases become inoperable from ballistic missile saturation
– Fifth Fleet command structure in Bahrain loses C4ISR capability for 72+ hours
– Strait of Hormuz closes as Iran deploys antiship mines across navigation channels
Systemic Fractures:
– Gulf states expel remaining US forces to avoid becoming secondary targets
– Global oil prices quintuple within 48 hours, triggering margin calls that cascade through commodity markets
– Israel launches independent strikes on Iranian nuclear facilities (potentially with nukes) without US coordination or approval
The Depletion:
– US precision munition stockpiles exhaust in 11 days of sustained counterstrikes
– Strategic petroleum reserve depletes to zero as domestic refineries cannot process non-light-sweet crude alternatives
– Carrier strike groups withdraw beyond missile range, ceding regional presence for the first time since 1980
Permanent State:
– Saudi Arabia and UAE formalize defense treaties with China and Russia
– US military posture shifts permanently to over-the-horizon, eliminating forward deployment doctrine
– Iran establishes de facto control over Gulf shipping, collecting transit fees that fund regime indefinitely
Wildcard:
– Pakistan transfers operational nuclear warheads to Iran under secret protocol, creating a Shia nuclear umbrella that India cannot ignore and triggering South Asian escalation
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I have this strange habit of collecting “tiny treasures”. These are generally discarded or useless things that I like to touch or hold; things that have near zero value, but has a “something” that makes it difficult to throw away.
Old prototype parts. Bottle caps with a magnet placed underneath. Perhaps a nice conch shell. A large and heavy screw. A nice pencil, well sharpened. A tie clasp. A triangular scale. A rubber band. A few old toy accessories that I have collected along the way.
This includes old notebooks. A ticket that ended up at the bottom of the drawer for one reason or the other. A cat toy. A napkin with a phone number. A business card.
As an American it could include various bullets, fishing weights, and springs. I would have glass-cleaning-towelettes. A few tins of decade-old candy. A unidentified thingy that is really cool, but of unknown lineage.
I would put these items in desk drawers. In side furniture. Inside of jars, and decorative vases. And the clutter would accumulate.
And some coins.
Indian heads.
Old keys. Not only mine, but keys from in the abandoned attic from my great grandmother.
And cheap toys. Cheap doll arms (porcelain) from perhaps a 100 years ago. Nice bottles, or containers. A straight razor. Old pocket knives that were really nice, but had a problem or two mechanically.
Stuff. Brick-a-brack. Things.
It’s but the trivia of a life well-lived.
Today…
Don’t you think China manufacturers so much because it pays factory workers slave wages and gives them nothing which no American would tolerate?
Chinese Factory Workers for Category E & F Products (Low Grade) earn a minimum wage of 16.50-22.50 Yuan per hour for 50 hours a month plus 10 hours overtime at 25-34 Yuan per hour
So that’s around 1050 Yuan a month to 1440 Yuan a month for Factory workers which is around ($ 145 – $ 200 a month)
However here are some things you should know
Most Low Grade factory workers are migrants from Rural China who live in the factory premises for 11 months every year
A. Accommodation is free
B. 3 Meals a Day is Free – And they are good hot meals
C. Medical Checkups and Treatment is free
D. Mobile Phone is Free and plan of 24 GB Data a month is free . They can’t play league of legends all day but they can send messages home and do basic stuff
E. They get a state mandated Bonus of 45 days a year or 10,000 Yuan a year whichever is lower (Expected to increase to 12,500 Yuan a year from 2025) during Chinese New Years Day
So when they leave home for Chinese New year they get a lumpsum of 13,110 – 18,000 Yuan
Meanwhile at home based on their Rural Hukou :-
Their family gets free electricity of upto 150 Units a month (250 Units during Winter Or Peak summer)
The Family gets subsidy coupons which allow them to buy upto 8 1/2 Pounds of Pork and a variety of other foodstuffs and groceries for only 10%-25% of their market price
The Education of Kids and Healthcare costs of the family are also State provided and Free
So you tell me – WHERE DO THEY ACTUALLY SPEND THE MONEY?
In fact there are instances of Workers coming home with 15,000–20,000 Yuan every year and LENDING THE MONEY at interest to relatives or loaning it to other relatives to open a noodle shop or a roast duck shop in the nearest town
It’s why almost 80% of these Jobs are done by WOMEN rather than men
Americans may earn more but they have to pay rent, groceries and contribute to their own healthcare
So on the whole Chinese Laborers are well treated and are comfortable enough to eat well, live in a decent house and have access to education and healthcare
Certainly not Slave Labor
Honey Cherry Granola Bars
Honey Cherry Granola Bars are great for after-school snacks!
Yield: 12 to 16 bars
Ingredients
1/3 cup pure honey
1/4 cup butter, melted
3 egg whites
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon almond flavoring
3 cups low-fat granola
1/2 cup almonds, coarsely chopped
3/4 cup dried cherries
Instructions
Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
Whisk together honey, butter, egg whites, cinnamon and almond flavoring.
Stir in granola, almonds and cherries.
Spoon granola mixture into 9 -inch, nonstick (or well greased) square pan.
Using a piece of wax paper, firmly press granola mixture in pan.
Bake for 20 to 25 minutes or until lightly browned.
Remove pan from oven and place on a cooling rack.
Cool completely; cut into bars.
Why hasn’t the Chinese stock market crash and President Xi come begging President Trump despite Trump has imposed tariffs on China?
Wall Street surged. It took Trump’s pledge of tax cut seriously. But the effect has started to subside.
Nasdaq took a steep tumble when it realized how good DeepSeek’s v3 and R1 models were. About $1 trillion of valuation was wiped off the market on 27 January. DeepSeek is open-source. The v3 and R1 models only cost a fraction of models made by Google and OpenAI.
China tech stocks are on a tear. There is the sense of optimism. DeepSeek is one reason. Another is the meeting on 17 February between President Xi and the leaders of tens of China’s high tech companies. It was a meeting of collaboration of the government and tech industry to map out the strategy and growth going forward.
Trump’s new 10% tariff on China’s goods has no effect on stock prices.
It has at most a limited effect on China’s exports to the US, but take note that (1) the tariffs are paid by US importers and consumers, and (2) over 50% of China’s exports to the US are by US companies in China.
If you are expecting a stock market crash in China from Trump’s tariff, you have been barking at the wrong tree.
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How do Chinese names work? In English that person is known as “Jackie Chan”, in Chinese he is named “Fang Shilong” but he was born “Chan Kong-sang”. What do these mean?
Well, in the case of Jackie Chan, or Chan Kong-sang (“Hongkong-born Chan”), for example, you have to consider his citizenship. He had (at one time at least) Australian citizenship as well as that of Hong Kong, so he would have to have a name that could be written in English. In Chinese, he is known as Chung-long (成龍), which is a stage name. For Hong Kong Chinese, the custom is to put the English personal name first, so Jackie Chan Kong-sang; English personal name, followed by Chinese family name, followed by Chinese personal name (the Chinese parts written according to Cantonese pronunciation).
Chinese names in general are written with the family name first, so again, in Chan Kong-sang, ‘Chan’ is the family name. In Hong Kong and Taiwan, and for many overseas Chinese communities, the custom is to put a hyphen between the (usually two) characters that make up a personal name, so ‘Kong-sang’. In the PRC there is no hyphen, thus Xi Jinping, not Xi Jin-ping. So, this is usually an indicator of citizenship or ethnicity. In Singapore and Malaysia, the custom is to write the three parts all beginning with a capital, and no hyphen; thus Lee Kuan Yew, for example.
Another indicator (but only indicator) or ethnicity is having only two characters in the name, not three. This is common in the PRC but not elsewhere. Another indicator is whether the person writes their name in Chinese only, (Chan Kong-sang) or has an ‘English’ (really could be French, Russian, whatever, but written in Roman characters) name, like Jackie. Many people, both in China and Taiwan, don’t. Of course, the use of this English name form can also be chosen to make it easier for non-Chinese, or it may also be used by ethnic Chinese or people of Chinese descent elsewhere; Jackie Chan, Steve Huang, Michelle Lin, etc., are easier names for people in English-speaking countries to pronounce than full Chinese names.
Lightning illuminated my face, jolting me from a dream that instantly dissolved into the realms of my subconscious leaving nothing but a whisper of fear.Thunder whipped through the night sky, battling with the heavy rain that lashed hard against the bedroom windows. Taking a long deep breath I inhaled the faint aroma of lavender“Sleepwalking again, I see,” I muttered wishing the words would become lost in the storm’s symphony then I wouldn’t have to deal with their impact“At least wake up for a mug of hot chocolate… or anything chocolate-related.” I groaned, slumping onto the edge of my late grandmother’s bed ignoring the boxes that needed filling up.George had insisted that he would help me clear out her belongings but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.His Aunt Betty was a part of my grandmother’s entertainment troop. She played piano and by all accounts was quite the male impersonator.My trembling hands cupped her silver music box as I recalled sitting on the piano, my tiny legs dangling over the side. I could almost hear my grandmother humming happily, stitching sequins onto my alarmingly accurate costume. Why did I have to grow up so damn quickly? Puberty had been a minefield of hormones and mood swings
” One day – You will find the Ying to your Yang,” My grandmother’s voice was clear and comforting against my usual loud slamming down the phone, storming off to my room and sobbing into pillow performance. “How do you think I met your grandfather?” She sat on the edge of my bed. “His plane crashed near the cattle shed, and I helped your great grandmother nurse him back to health. Funny thing your great grandfather and great uncle Bert couldn’t find his plane with any documentation or insignia. My great uncle thought your grandfather was some sort of undercover spy and these things had been removed for national security. Your great grandfather thought the land had claimed it back. Do you know on our wedding day, your grandfather gave me his only possession—this music box. He told me its power. It led him to me and one day at the right time the box will take you exactly where you need to be”
Turning it over in my hands, I sighed. The weight of memory pressed against my chest, and before I knew it, a stubborn tear slipped down my cheek.
As a child, I’d watched her wind up the music box, curlers in her hair, claiming it held magical powers. “Close your eyes,” she’d whisper with a knowing smile, “Make a wish. “ As the melody played, her vivid stories would unfold: towering castles with kings and queens, lords and ladies weaving secrets, and Border Reivers lurking in the mist. I thought they were mere bedtime tales, but now, with the music box nestled in my palms, they felt tangible—alive.
I wound the key, half-hoping its mechanism would stir something within me.
The familiar chime filled the room. For a brief moment, everything paused—the ticking clock, the raging storm. And then, the world shifted.
The bed beneath me was gone. My clothes, too. In their place, I wore ripped jeans, a leather jacket, and a shirt that screamed punk rebellion. The smoky air and thrum of bass told me I was in a bar, packed with leather-clad strangers.
It was 1977. The Broken Palace—a forgotten haunt of the punk rock scene. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of the impossible.
“What stage of grief is this supposed to be?” I muttered, my voice swallowed by the chaos around me.
I was about to bolt when the lights dimmed, and Alex Zander stormed the stage bounding around like a hyper active gazelle. The crowd roared as he led his band The In Zanies with his raw, electric energy. This wasn’t the Alex Zander rediscovered by internet sleuths during lockdown—the one whose disappearance from his home baffled the world.
This Alex Zander was very much alive and so goddamn beautiful.His leather trousers clung to every inch of his athletic frame, his jet-black curls falling across smoldering blue eyes. The room hung on his every word.
As the band played the faint glow from the music box began pulsing in time with the beat. The melody seemed to shift, weaving into the song onstage like it belonged there, like it was calling to something—or someone. I pressed it closer to my chest, but it was too late. Alex’s gaze locked onto mine, sharp and unrelenting. It was almost as if he had sensed the music box but that was impossible
Suddenly he leapt off the stage and made a beeline for me. My breath hitched as he grabbed my hand, his warmth sending a jolt through me. He leaned closer, his voice a mix of grit and seduction. Then, with a devilish grin, he back flipped onto the stage.
There was something about him that went past the usual rockstar allure; something deeper—primal, magnetic, undeniable. Was distraction also part of the grieving process?
The music box shimmered again and the smell of lavender filled my nostrils
.
The box lay cold and still in my lap, its glow completely gone, as if it had never been there at all. My heart was still racing, my mind swimming with the sound of bass and the memory of Alex’s electric gaze. What was this thing?
My grandmother’s voice echoed in my mind: “It will take you exactly where you need to be.”
“Okay, I get it,” I whispered to the empty room even though I didn’t not yet.
Over the following weeks despite what I told myself I found myself giving in to the temptation, spinning the key and letting the melody transport me.
Each time, there was a fleeting moment—a shared glance. Then a stolen kiss but all too soon the music box would shimmer and that familiar smell of lavender would bring me back home
Denial,” I whispered as the radio burst out that his latest single had just missed out on the number one spot on the music charts. “This is obviously Denial.”
“Anger,” I muttered another time, watching Alex glare at a bandmate’s onstage behaviour.
Over time grief became something quieter, almost, manageable and I began to socialise more and convinced myself I’d stop using the music box when me and George were officially a couple. He was the Ying to my Yang so why did I put my engagement ring on the bedside table?
The smell of lavender was overbearing. I had to pick up the music box again.
That familiar tune played, and the room shifted once more.
This time, I materialized in a warm kitchen. The aroma of coffee hung in the air. Alex Zander sat cross-legged on a small sofa, papers scattered in front of him.
This was the day he disappeared. What was this? Shock therapy? Or punishment for choosing George?
My pulse quickened. As Alex started, closing the distance between us. In seconds his arms wrapped around me, and his voice trembled with relief.
“So it finally brought you here,” he murmured.
“I don’t understand…” I stammered, my words swallowed as his lips crashed against mine. The intensity between us was overwhelming, a release of something that had been building for far too long.
The music box fell to the floor, shattering into small constellations , amplifying the sensations between us.
As he lifted me, silk sheets materialized beneath us, and we surrendered to the pull of fate.
When I caught my breath, I glanced at the music box. It was whole again, perched smugly on the bedside table.The warm air wrapped around me, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of lavender. It wasn’t faint this time—it was everywhere, rich and alive, like my grandmother’s soft Goodnight kiss upon my forehead. Suddenly , the ache in my chest loosened, and a quiet certainty settled over me. The music box had done exactly what it was meant to do
When did a coworker’s computer illiteracy make you shake your head?
A few years ago I had an employee transferred to my department. Good employee. Not very experienced in what we were doing but eager to learn.
She said she could use Excel, which I was very happy to hear because we had many spreadsheets and reports to deal with, but it seemed to take her quite a long time to turn one out.
One morning I asked her to my office and enter some data for me while I thumbed through hard copies of old records stashed in boxes. With her keying in the info as quickly as I could call it out we were done in about 10 minutes. Great! No it wasn’t.
I asked her to give me the total for a previous year and an average by month. She goes, “Sure, no problem,” and stands up to leave. Is something wrong? Where are you going?
“Oh I’m going to get my calculator,” was her reply.
I didn’t laugh but I did turn my head for a second, and not wanting to embarrass her, asked if she knew about formulas and functions in Excel. “Um……. I don’t think so.”
I felt sorry for her. She had been busting her butt turning out reports using a calculator and pencil and manually entering the results in a cell. She had no idea that Excel could do math for her.
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It’s just the beginning.
What are the biggest misconceptions about you?
A woman I was dating told me once that I’m not emotional enough. I “didn’t have enough feeling.”
I’m still bitter about this almost 10 years later, because I get outrageously emotional about a lot of things. Sometimes I feel like feeling is all I am. No substance here otherwise. Just feelings. Sometimes I have to make sure no one’s watching. I reel the emotions in because they might think I’m crazy or just had a death in the family.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s just the sunset / this painting / this amazing book…. Don’t worry, I’m good! God, it’s so good. Don’t you see these details? Do you have no feelings? Are you even looking?”
Strong emotions are MiracleGro. Crying, one of the best things in life. But I’m not going to do it in front of you just to prove that I have emotions. You’ll see it in time. Wait. Treat me like a human, and wait. (Were you with me a few days ago when I stopped in eastern Kansas, where my mother’s great-grandparents are buried, old Kansas Quakers, people who quaked with feeling — the origin of their name — and I stood at their grave and thanked those people who died in 1899 amid the meadowlarks for giving me my name. I was named after two of their sons, whom I never knew, but I’m grateful for this. And I have “no feelings.”)
She made me take a personality test, which “explains” everything. (So, it explains nothing, like all things that purport to explain everything. The Meyers-Briggs test is one of the biggest frauds in psychology. Worse than astrology.) And she was bummed at the results, because they said I was unemotional, too “analytic.” I wish I was more analytic. It would save me some grief and keep me from saying rude things about total strangers. I never say rude things to anyone’s face, because I have manners, but behind their backs, I say rude things all the time. I know that I shouldn’t, because people are icebergs. But because I have feelings, I get carried away. All people have their reasons for being the way they are that you do not understand. A lot of those reasons are rooted in loss and pain. We’d get along great if you’d understood this.
Sometimes I sit outside under the moon with a beer and a cigar and just sit there and weep at the beauty, at the madman God who created all this stuff — inimitable craftsman of the snowflake and the thunderstorm, THANK YOU, creator of weirdness and complexity, for not making the world such an easy read. Sometimes I think about my dad, the only weirdo on the block, who left me these 10 acres of beautiful field and forest here at the edge of a city with no economic opportunity, no friends, hardly any family still alive or around, where my love life has died the death of roadkill because every interesting woman, all of them, the last one, has left the area. (A hyperbolic emotional exaggeration, but “I have no feelings.”) So here I sit with the spring peepers and the birds and the wind, having all sorts of emotions that someone thought I didn’t have.
I love the land my dad left me, more than I realized I did when I was a kid, when I wanted out of here, because I didn’t understand feelings. But here I am, my feet encased in concrete shoes like Jimmy Hoffa, knowing that if I keep the land, it’ll be me and the trees here forever, nobody else. The gift-curse. If I didn’t have an emotional attachment to it, I’d sell tomorrow, move to a city, make the priceless coins, get the great job that disappoints almost everyone I’ve ever known, 98% of them horribly unhappy even though they did everything they were supposed to do, most of them divorced because they don’t understand pain and are terrified of silence.
Instead, I have such an overpowering emotional attachment to what my dad left, it’s probably killing me. (But I get FANTASTIC sleep here, and it’s all paid off. I don’t have to sell my butt to a boss. There are perks.)
My dad had the same love-hate relationship. Some days, he wanted to move to Colorado. Every time he thought about selling, he heard the whisper of his grandfather in the trees and stuck around. Crazy stuff. Emotions! But I’ve felt it, too. I’m not selling to some developer so he can come in here and build a Dollar General.
Last night, I found a photo of my own grandfather, my dad’s dad, aged about 15, standing on a dirt road not far from here, maybe 1939, a photo I’d never seen before, and I was overwhelmed with emotion and had trouble sleeping. There’s nothing super special about the photo — he’s holding a shotgun, of all things — but it was new to me. Out of the blue, I cried for an hour.
That woman’s comments still cut me like a knife.
Be careful what you assume about people. You do not know them. People are icebergs. You see the tip, and icebergs have taken ships down. I have to give myself my own advice pretty often, because I fail to take it as often as I should, which is always, because it’s good advice: do NOT make assumptions about people. Not seeing something with your own eyes does not mean it doesn’t exist. There are things right under my own nose that I’ve never seen, or at least never appreciated enough.
Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Copycat Pig: A Tale of Drama, Dark Glasses, and Disastrous Imitation
Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale so absurd, so uproarious, that even the scarecrow might crack a smile (if he weren’t, you know, made of straw). Today’s story is one of mistaken identities, over-the-top theatrics, and a pig who took method acting way too seriously. So, grab your popcorn (or a bucket of feed, if you’re feeling peckish), and let us dive into Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Copycat Pig: A Tale of Drama, Dark Glasses, and Disastrous Imitation.
Act 1: The Rise of the Oinkster
It all began on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday—which, as any farm animal will tell you, is never a good sign. The sun was shining, the hay was freshly baled, and Doris the Hen was holding court in the coop, as was her divine right.
“Ladies,” Doris declared, fluffing her feathers, “today, we discuss the scandal of the missing corn kernels.”
“Scandal!” Harriet echoed, clutching her chest.
“Kernels!” Lillian added before promptly fainting onto a pile of straw.
And then… it happened.
From the shadows of the barn, a portly figure emerged. A pig. But not just any pig—this pig had ambition. His name? Oinkster.
Now, Oinkster had always been a quiet, contemplative pig, content to wallow in mud and ponder life’s great mysteries (such as, Why is slop so delicious? and Do acorns dream of being truffles?). But on this fateful day, something inside him snapped.
Perhaps it was the way Doris swooned with such flair. Maybe it was Harriet’s dramatic gasps. Or maybe it was Lillian’s impeccable comedic timing. Whatever the reason, Oinkster felt a calling.
And so, with a snort of determination, he did the unthinkable.
He joined them.
“Ladies,” Oinkster declared, fluffing his nonexistent feathers, “today, we discuss the scandal of the missing corn kernels.”
“Scandal!” he echoed, clutching his chest.
“Kernels!” he added before dramatically collapsing onto the same pile of straw—nearly crushing Lillian in the process.
The hens stared.
Doris blinked.
Harriet gasped (again, for effect).
Lillian, still half-buried under pig, managed a weak, “Help.”
And thus, the legend of Oinkster, the Copycat Pig, was born.
Act 2: The Farm Descends into Chaos
What began as a curious imitation quickly spiraled into full-blown pandemonium. Oinkster didn’t just copy the hens—he became them.
When Doris organized a protest against the farmer’s “unfair” feed distribution, Oinkster was right beside her, holding a sign that read “PIGS DESERVE GOURMET TOO!”
When Harriet shrieked about a “mysterious shadow” (which turned out to be a leaf), Oinkster shrieked louder.
When Lillian fainted at the sight of a particularly menacing dandelion, Oinkster also fainted—directly onto the dandelion, thereby solving the problem.
The farm had never been so… dramatic.
Even Sir Whiskerton, who prided himself on maintaining order, was at a loss.
“This is getting out of hand,” I muttered, watching Oinkster reenact Harriet’s latest swoon with alarming accuracy.
“Hand!” Ditto echoed, nodding sagely.
But just when I thought things couldn’t get worse… he arrived.
Act 3: Enter… The Pigernator
A shadow fell across the farm. A cool shadow. A shadow wearing sunglasses.
From the dusty road emerged a figure so intimidating, so unstoppable, that even the chickens paused mid-squawk.
Leather jacket? Check.
Muscles? Check.
Tiny pig hooves crossed over his chest in a pose that screamed, “I’ll be back… for slop”?Double check.
This was no ordinary pig.
This was… The Pigernator.
“I am here for Oinkster,” he grunted in a voice that sounded suspiciously like gravel wrapped in bacon. “Bigcat wants him back.”
A hush fell over the barnyard.
“Back?” Doris whispered.
“Bigcat?” Harriet gasped.
“Oh no,” Lillian said before fainting.
“No!” Oinkster echoed, fainting directly on top of her.
The Pigernator adjusted his sunglasses. “Resistance is futile.”
Act 4: Sir Whiskerton’s Brilliant (and Slightly Ridiculous) Plan
Now, dear reader, you may be wondering: How does one negotiate with a pig who thinks he’s a cybernetic assassin?
The answer, as it turns out, is theater.
“Pigernator,” I began, stepping forward with my most diplomatic tail flick, “I propose a… competition.”
“Competition?” The Pigernator’s eyebrow (or where an eyebrow would be, if pigs had them) twitched.
“Yes,” I said. “A test of skill. A battle of wits. A… dramatic showdown.”
The Pigernator considered this. “What are the terms?”
“If you win, Oinkster returns with you,” I said.
“And if you win?”
I smirked. “Then you admit that farm life is superior to Bigcat’s tyranny… and you stay for dinner.”
A pause. Then—
“Accepted.”
And so, the greatest contest the farm had ever seen began.
The Competition: Three Rounds of Absurdity
Round 1: The Dramatic Faint-Off
Contestants: Oinkster vs. The Pigernator
Rules: Whoever faints with the most flair wins.
Oinkster went first, collapsing with a swoon so dramatic, even Doris applauded.
The Pigernator? He tried. But alas, cybernetic pigs are not built for theatrics. His faint was more of a controlled descent, like a tree falling in slow motion.
Winner: Oinkster.
Round 2: The Overreaction Challenge
Contestants: Harriet vs. The Pigernator
Rules: React to a completely normal event as if it were a catastrophe.
Harriet, upon seeing a single ant, shrieked, “IT’S AN INVASION! WE’RE DOOMED!”
The Pigernator stared at the ant. “I have analyzed this threat. It is… small.”
Winner: Harriet (by a landslide).
Round 3: The Ultimate Test… Karaoke
Contestants: The Pigernator vs. Ferdinand the Duck
Rules: Sing I Will Always Love You with feeling.
Ferdinand belted it out like a feathery Whitney Houston.
The Pigernator? His rendition sounded like a tractor engine choking on a corn cob.
Winner: Ferdinand (obviously).
The Aftermath: A Pig Reformed
Defeated, The Pigernator removed his sunglasses (revealing surprisingly gentle eyes).
“I… concede,” he admitted. “Farm life is… illogical.”
“But fun?” I prompted.
A pause. Then—
“…Acceptable.”
And with that, The Pigernator joined us, trading his leather jacket for a sunhat and his mission for a life of leisure.
As for Oinkster? He did return to Bigcat’s farm…
As a drama teacher.
Moral of the Story
Life is too short to take too seriously. Whether you’re a pig who copies chickens, a cybernetic agent of chaos, or a cat with a flair for diplomacy, sometimes the best solution is to embrace the absurdity—preferably with a dramatic faint and a well-timed quack.
After all, why be normal when you can be memorable?
Best Lines
“Kernels!” — Oinkster, committing fully to the bit.
“I’ll be back… for slop.” — The Pigernator, probably.
“Farm life is… illogical.” — The Pigernator, moments before discovering the joy of mud baths.
Post-Credit Scene
Somewhere on Bigcat’s farm, a group of hens perform Shakespeare. Oinkster, now their director, sighs wistfully.“Alas, poor Yorick… I ate him.”
Starring
Sir Whiskerton as The Cat Who Really Should Get Paid for This
Oinkster as The Pig Who Found His Calling
The Pigernator as The Terminator… But Cuter
Doris, Harriet, and Lillian as The Drama Queens
P.S. If life gives you lemons, throw them at a pig wearing sunglasses. Trust me, it’s hilarious.
The End.
Why are Tesla executives dumping their stock?
I worked for Enron.
You may remember them as “the smartest guys in the room”.
When their multiple frauds began to come to light, the executives (smart guys remember) started to dump their stock.
Meanwhile, the employees of Enron, who had a nice pension plan through the company, were not “allowed” to sell the stock that made up our pension fund.
As a result employees of Enron lost all of their company pension plan funds.
Some of those employees had already retired and they lost all of their pension fund income at an age where they couldn’t earn it back.
I wonder if Tesla has instructed their employees that they are not allowed to sell their Tesla stock?
Her Ex Is Living His BEST Life as a SINGLE DAD – And She CAN’T STAND IT!
Why is the US posing a threat to the world trading system with fees on Chinese ships calling at US ports?
In 2025/3, USTR (Trade Representative) proposed to charge a Port Fee on China-made cargo ships for docking at EACH US port EACH time. (1 ship may dock at 2-3 ports in 1 shipment)
If the China-made ship is used (bought or leased) by a foreign firm, the port fee is US$1.5 million. If the China-made ship is used by a Chinese firm taking goods from-to foreign ports, the fee is $2.5 mn. If it is used by a Chinese firm taking goods from a Chinese port, then $3.5 mn.
manufacturing & goods shipment
China ship manufacturing accounts for 58% of world total. Japan+SK 42%. USA only 0.01%. ie it is Japan & SK manufacturing that will be affected by China; not USA.
In goods shipping, China-made ships accounts for 80% of world. In 2024, the top 5 shippers who docked at USA were Switzerland (2000 times), Denmark, France, Japan, Germany, China is 6th. … USA is robbing US allies.
words from 1 shipping firm
A CEO of a foreign shipping firm (I forgot the name) said, 13 years ago, his firm wanted to buy 5 cargo ships. Japan & SK did not make the type of ship his firm wanted. USA would take 7 years to finish. Only China could do it within reasonable time & competitive price. He said it was not because he did not want to buy US ships. It was because the US speed of ship building cannot meet the high demand for maintenance/repair of old ships, & building of new ships. (China speed is 200% of USA) He complained that USTR’s (reckless) proposal will void their decision made 13 years ago & will bankrupt them.
reason for death of US ship manufacturing
In 2024, Japan & SK’s ship manufacturing drops to 42% from 65% from past 10 years. It is due to lack of local engineers & workers. They must hire foreign workers.
Same for USA. It falls to 0.01% ie DEAD. So dead that US warships must go to Japan or other countries for maintenance/repair.
Many US industries died too, because of US ultra capitalism. Look. 70% of Boeing work is out-sourced to India.
effect of US port fee
Port fee will only damage the flow of global trade. But will not revive US dead ship manufacturing in as short as 10 years because of US capitalism.
Shippers hesitate to go to USA. US export products eg LNG, coal, agricultural goods cannot go outside. Unless ordinary Americans pay the port fee thru high, high & high inflation.
40% of Chinese exports to USA are products made by US-owned firms inside China eg Apple’s iPhone & iPad, HP & Dell’s Laptop. That is, US port fee will harm US firms & ordinary Americans.
Instead of docking at 2-3 US ports, ships will dock only at 1 big port & do all unloadings. Small ports & their cities will lose income.
Shippers may also switch to ports in Latin America. Let Americans pay Latin for shipping by rail/road to USA.
Bottom line:
To revive the dead US ship building is an excuse. Robbery is the true motive. Rob US allies Europe & Japan, in name of anti-China.
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What is the best Japanese thing ever?
Recent graduates during the job hunting season in Japan.
Japan has a strict rule when you are looking for a job, especially for college students.
They all have to wear what is called recruiting attire.
This is the basic black suit, white shirt, black purse, and black dress shoes. It should be a standard design and length. Hair should be dyed black. There are a variety of black dye colors that are acceptable. For women, hair should be tied back in a ponytail. For men, it should be short and professional looking.
Clothing stores that sell suits and business attire sell these recruitment suits every hiring season. You’ll see advertisements and posters all over Japan.
You must blend in with the rest of the applicants. It will be disastrous for your application if you deviate from these rules.
In a old Canadian attic, a forgotten Royal typewriter and an original Nintendo reminisced about their glory days.“Remember Christmas 1985! When they unwrapped us?“Unforgettable! They were so excited they nearly broke us getting us out of our boxes! There was wrapping paper everywhere, and Back to the Future was playing on the TV, ” said Nintendo.“We were superstars; I was the most popular typewriter that year.”“And I was the most advanced entertainment system ever made, state-of-the-art! Shoppers would fist fight over me, I was mandatory under ever tree!”“Have some humility Nintendo,” laughed Royal. “I’ll admit you were highly addictive, Chris played games until his thumbs were callused,”“And Kristen must have written 1000 stories on you,” said Nintendo. “We had many great years with them, didn’t we?”
“Ten wonderful years Nintendo, I thought it would never end, until we were knocked off our pedestal by Super Nintendo and the PC, who would have seen that coming?”
“I suppose we’re lucky, we weren’t thrown away,” said Nintendo, “How long has it been?”
“Thirty-five years Nintendo. At least Chris still plays with you occasionally, Kristen hasn’t written a story on me in decades. We would write the most epic tales together, one of her stories was published in The New Yorker.”
Nintendo sensed a vibration. “It’s coming.”
Royal and Nintendo watched from the window as the dump truck pulled up, a man stepped off the back and threw the garbage in, a discarded vacuum cleaner pleaded for it’s life, but it was futile the vacuum was tossed in with the rest.”
“Poor vacuum,” said Nintendo.
“That’s our fate Nintendo, one day that truck will take us to the landfill, and we will never return.”
***
One Sunday afternoon the attic hatch opened. Royal and Nintendo watched in anticipation to see who was coming up. The ladder extended down and Kristen climbed up, followed by her daughter Gina.
“You can have this space for your writing,” said Kristen, “nice and private.”
Gina took in the room, “it smells like old books up here, I love it!”
Royal focused on Kristen, longing for her attention.
We’ll put things in three piles, garbage, Salvation Army, and keepers,” said Kristen.
“Garbage!” Exclaimed Royal.
“The Salvation Army? Royal what is that?”
“We’ll be drafted into some sort of war Nintendo!”
Kristen picked up Royal and blew the dust off, “My old typewriter, I really should donate it.”
Gina could see the look of nostalgia on her mother’s face, “Does it still work?”
“I think so, I’d have to buy ink for it, not even sure if they sell it anymore.”
“Can I have it?”
“Sure.” Kristen placed Royal back on the table.
“I think Gina just saved my life Nintendo!”
Kristen and Gina began handing down boxes to Chris. After they cleared the debris, they laid down a rug, hung posters and Christmas lights for ambience.
Royal and Nintendo looked around in approval, “Enchanting,” remarked Royal.
“I’m going to come up here all the time,” said Gina.
“I would have killed for a space like this when I was your age. Come on, let’s go make something to eat.” Kristen and Gina climbed down and closed the hatch behind them, and their voices moved out of range.
“We survived another round of cleanup,” Said Nintendo.
“Seems we did.”
“They couldn’t get rid of us, could they? We’re state of the art.”
“I’m afraid we’re not Nintendo, we are one trick ponies, these new machines serve multiple purposes now.”
Royal and Nintendo watched Chris take the boxes from the attic to the road, the act of placing something at the curb seems to summon the street scavengers, who appear out of nowhere.
“Where does all that stuff end up?”
“God knows Nintendo, the dump truck will claim what they leave.”
***
Gina and Kristen returned the following weekend. Kristen had a stack of paper and a new ink-ribbon, she placed the paper on the table and opened up Royal to installed it.
“What’s happening?” Asked Nintendo
“I’m coming out of retirement!”
Kristen inserted a piece of paper and rolled the knob until it was in place, she pressed keys at random.
“I can feel the ink running through my veins Nintendo! Just a few more key strokes” The letters became brighter with each passing, until they shined midnight black.
Kristen gave Gina a tutorial. “With typewriters you have to put a little more thought into your writing, it’s not easy to correct mistakes.”
After Kristen was happy with her lesson, she kissed Gina on the head and climbed down the attic hatch.
Gina stayed all night, typing away at Royal. “Why did people stop using these, they’re so fun.”
“I have no idea!” Answered Royal.
Nintendo was living vicariously through Royal, “I’m happy for you, my friend!”
“Thank you, Nintendo. feels nice to be appreciated.”
***
Royal looked down on the driveway, Kristen’s car was gone she had taken Gina somewhere. They must be out getting me more ink, thought Royal.
Moments later Chris opened the attic hatch and climbed up, he grabbed Nintendo and Royal and brought them downstairs and placed them in a box by the front door. All the garbage from Christmas was waiting there to be taken out.
Nintendo looked at the garbage bags and came undone, “we’re being thrown out Royal! This is outrageous! I’m a state-of-the-art entertainment system! He can’t!”
“Let’s meet our end with dignity Nintendo, we knew this day would come. Whatever horrors await us at the landfill we will face together.”
Chris was putting city tags on the extra garbage bags when the doorbell rang. Chris picked up the box with Royal and Nintendo and opened the door.
A man was standing there.
“It’s the garbage man, you son of a bitch Chris,” screamed Nintendo.
“Hi Dave?” asked Chris.
“Yes, hi Chris, we spoke on the phone, nice to meet you.”
Chris set the box down in front of him, “so, you collect 80’s merch?”
“Yes, I collect everything 80’s.” The man picked up Nintendo and Royal, appraising them both. “I’ll give you $150 for the Nintendo and games and $100 for the typewriter.”
‘We agreed on $225 for the Nintendo and games over the phone.”
“I’m sorry but it’s not in mint condition.”
“We’re being sold Nintendo!”
Chris’s attention shifted when Kristen and Gina pulling into the driveway.
Gina got out first and the man moved aside for her. Out of her periphery, she noticed Royal, “Dad don’t sell the typewriter, I’ve been using it!”
“$125 for the typewriter.” The man intervened.
“Dad!”
Kristen stepped in when she realized what was happening, “I’m sorry there’s been a mistake, that typewriter is not for sale, it’s mine.” Kristen grabbed the typewriter and gave Chris a cross look on her way in with Gina in toe.
“Nintendo!!!” Royal screamed as they were separated.
“$200 for the Nintendo and games,” the man countered.
Nintendo used every ounce of his being to telepathically project two words into Chris’s mind: DON’T SELL.
Chris held his Nintendo in his hands. The man reached out, which made Chris instinctively pull away, and that seemed to wake him up, “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but I can’t sell it.”
The man held eye contact with Chris, “What?”
Chris realized he had to make a concession, he pulled a twenty-dollar-bill from his wallet. “I’m very sorry about all this, take this is for your time and gas.”
The man reluctantly took the bill; he mumbled something under his breath as he walked back to his car.
Chris went back in the house where he was verbally abused by Kristen, Gina, Royal and Nintendo. He returned Royal and Nintendo back to the attic.
“Can you believe it Nintendo? The magic power of nostalgia! We are collector’s items; we’ll never see the landfill!”
“State-of-the-art!” Replied Nintendo.
To those people in the world who have access to universal healthcare, what experiences could you share with Americans in order for us to understand how it affects your life (positively or negatively)?
As I write this my father is in the hospital after suffering two consecutive aneurysms of which he has had numerous collapses and loss of consciousness.
(After second brain bleed surgery. Dec 2024)
He has had surgery in his skull twice in the last year.
He’s received various medications including antibiotics, painkillers and psychiatric drugs (he’s diagnosed bipolar).
Our excellent ambulance service has come to our rescue three times in the last 6 months. When they carried him to accident and emergency, they’ve extended all courtesies towards being kind and patient with him regardless of whatever difficulties his mental state at the moment creates.
Nurses have provided him with all the attention and care he needs on a daily basis.
Because no one is able to look after him 24/7 a social worker has kept him warded at a well kept, clean and organized infirmary where he receives treatment, medication and three meals a day up until the moment he receives his pension (due April 2025) of which he can be placed in a retirement home. He has been at that infirmary for the past three months.
I shudder to think how much we would’ve had to pay if this healthcare and the services associated with it, wasn’t provided, free of charge by the State.
Left up to me alone I would’ve been bankrupt.
Or.
My father would’ve died.
Or
He’d be untreated and wandering the streets in a state of delirium until an inevitable end came to his life.
People in Trinidad constantly complain about our State health care as well as our public doctors, nurses and hospitals in general. Personally, I can only sing the praises of how fortunate we are compared to many parts of the world.
We do have our fair share of quacks wearing stethoscopes and sociopaths dressed as nurses but the day our health care services are no longer free, is the the day our country sets foot on the road to ruin.
I have had mostly good experiences with our State healthcare. I can only think fondly of the kindly Nigerian doctor speaking calmly about his love of Trinidad’s food while he stitched my busted head after a robbery. Or the doctors who saved my ex from losing her leg to a cellulitis infection after a bunch of dirty private doctors allowed the infection to prolong so as to milk as much fees as they could.
I think the profiteering of health care is one of the most underrated evils of our modern era. Even though I could give you an endless list of my problems with Trinidad and Tobago, I’m proud to say that our healthcare is not one of them.
(On the road to recovery his birthday Jan 2025)
Tart Cherry, Dark Chocolate and Cashew Granola Bars
Prep: 10 min | Cook: 15 min | Yield: 10 servings
(Family Features) For many, summertime is synonymous with outdoor adventures and on-the-go activities, ranging from biking and hiking to swimming and tennis. Choosing smart snacks that are simple to make, packed with nutrition and taste great can help power you up without slowing you down.
“Creating DIY snacks with real foods, like Montmorency tart cherries, nuts and seeds, gives your snacking habits an upgrade. Not only do ingredients like these offer endless variety in flavor and texture; their nutrient density will also make your snacks work harder for you,” said Matthew Kadey, registered dietitian and author of “Rocket Fuel: Power Packed Foods for Sports and Adventure.”
Montmorency tart cherries, which are grown in North America, are packed with anthocyanins – natural compounds that provide the ruby-red color, distinctive tart taste and potential health benefits. For those bolstering their exercise regimens this summer, there are added reasons to take a look at tart cherries. Studies have shown that Montmorency tart cherry juice may help reduce strength loss and aid recovery after extensive exercise.
Ingredients
1 cup chopped raw cashews
1/2 cup chopped raw almonds
1/2 cup dried Montmorency tart cherries
1/2 cup puffed rice cereal
1/4 cup pumpkin seeds
1/4 cup semi-sweet chocolate chunks
1/8 teaspoon sea salt
1 tablespoon whole golden flaxseeds
1/4 cup brown rice syrup
1 tablespoon almond butter
Instructions
Heat oven to 325 degrees F; line an 8 x 8 inch baking pan with parchment paper.
In bowl, mix all dry ingredients together.
In small bowl, stir together syrup and almond butter until combined and gently fold into nut mixture until completely incorporated.
Transfer bar mixture to prepared baking dish.
Using extra sheet of parchment paper, press down on mixture to form it to pan, ensuring there are no spaces in mix.
Bake for 15 minutes; allow bars to cool completely in pan on wire drying rack. Place in fridge or freezer for faster cooling.
Remove parchment paper with cooled bars from pan and, using serrated knife, slice into 10 even bars. Remove parchment paper from bottom of each bar.
Wrap each bar individually with plastic wrap.
Place wrapped bars in airtight container and store on counter for up to 5 days, or in fridge for up to 2 weeks.
What’s the most expensive item you’ve found at the thrift store?
Thirty years ago I was strolling through my favourite scrap metal yard, taking the owner down the back to get a price for something that I have long since forgotten.
We passed a box a bit bigger than two large clothes washing machines, and I idly asked how much it was. “Oh, $100”. I said “Okay, I’ll take it, but I’ll have to come back in a week to collect it”.
It was a multi-page per second laser printer. It was only three months old. I found out that it had been used at a new facility for the DoD, but they just as quickly decided that they wanted to move their facility, and rather than shift the tech, they would scrap it all.
I rang several used computer brokers, and also Fujitsu to see if anyone was interested. Not one call back. It sat in my parents’ driveway for several months, until the sad day when I decided that I might as well pull it apart and scrounge the nice gear-motors, etc. I pulled one of the 30 or more foot-square boards, and then realised that I should ring the Fujitsu service dept. and see if I could get any info that would tell me about what the motors, etc. ran off. First and last guy I spoke to knew the machine and said “you can’t just pull that thing apart! It’s worth real money! Give me two weeks, and I’ll sell it for you”. 8 AM the next morning, I had a call from the same fellow offering me $10 000 for it. Deal done. It was gone in a few days.
While Drinking, Wife’s BFF Revealed Details About Her Past, Now She’s PANICKING About My Questions
You see, the United States USED to have a “Lighter Culture”. This was at the time when everyone smoked cigarettes. And everyone carried their very on lighter. Perhaps you’ve seen them in smoking or cigarette shops; perhaps in old black and white movies, or in the 1960’s magazine advertisements.
They looked like this.
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And it was an iconic feature of American culture.
Sure, they were used around the world, but back in the day, these lighters WERE the cultural relic of those times.
Today…
CHINA STOLE THE AMERICAN DREAM? 🇨🇳 TikTok Expat Regrets Going Back to USA
My prediction; communism is coming for America.
Which one is more difficult for a Chinese citizen, not having H1B in the USA or not having Beijing/Shanghai “hukou” if you plan to live there?
It is not difficult to live in Beijing or Shanghai, you only need a train ticket.
It is not difficult to obtain a “hukou” in Shanghai or Beijing, you only need to obtain one of the following:
1. A bachelor’s degree from the country’s best 39 universities or a master’s degree from any school.
2. If you are an entrepreneur and have paid enough taxes, it is also OK.
3. You are a key talent in a state-owned enterprise in Shanghai or Beijing;
4. Work in Shanghai or Beijing for 5 years and accumulate a certain number of points; the Beijing/Shanghai government will allocate a batch of quotas every year.
The Best Way to Color Easter Eggs
Kitchen tools, gourmet foods, baking mixes, and hard-to-find baking ingredients mentioned in this article are available at The Prepared Pantry.
by Dennis Weaver
It’s fun to color Easter eggs. Pink and yellow and lavender eggs are part of the Easter tradition. And of course, kids love colors and you can now choose from 41 colors.
In this article, you’ll learn the best way to color eggs + how to boil an egg and avoid the green on the yolk.
How to Dye Easter Eggs
Choose fresh eggs free from cracks.
Commercial egg producers coat their eggs with an oil to help seal them. Wash the eggs in a mild detergent to remove the oil and to let the color adhere more readily to the eggs.
Boil the eggs to the “hard boil” stage.
To one cup of hot water, add 2 tablespoons of white vinegar, and the desired food coloring or dye. Be sure to get enough food coloring in the water to make it a darker shade than the desired shade for the eggs.
Dip the eggs in the colored solution until the desired shade is reached. For darker shades, let the eggs sit in the dye for up to two hours.
If the eggs are to be eaten, keep them refrigerated.
Use professional food color gels from Americolor, or equal. Professional gels are not expensive, they are nine times more concentrated so it takes a lot less, and the colors are brighter and prettier. Gels just make prettier eggs.
Tip for blown eggs. If you are going to use blown eggs for Easter (those with the egg blown out through a hole in the end of the shell), color the eggs before blowing. If you blow the egg from the shell before dying, the empty, fragile shells will be difficult to immerse and handle in the dying water.
How to Boil an Egg so that it is Perfectly Cooked
Would you like to avoid that green coating on the yolks of your hardboiled eggs? You can do so if you time your cooking carefully. It’s a matter of temperature. Always use an egg timer.
Use only clean, fresh eggs. Discard eggs that are cracked.
Lay the eggs in a heavy saucepan, one layer deep.
Cover them with cold water just to cover the eggs.
Bring the water in the pan to a rapid boil.
Remove the pan from the heat, cover it with a lid, and let the eggs stand in the hot water for 14 minutes.
Remove the eggs from the pan and place them in ice water until they are cool enough to handle.
Dennis Weaver is the founder of The Prepared Pantry, a full line kitchen store in Rigby, Idaho. The Prepared Pantry sells kitchen tools, gourmet foods, and baking ingredients including hundreds of hard-to-find ingredients.
This Is Why Women With TATTOS Are A Huge RED FLAG
Currently, the US is only responsible for about 10% of total world trade. So, what makes Donald Trump think the US can muscle the rest of the world with tariffs? The world can much better do without the US, than the US can do without the world!
When a person is broke, s/he will rob.
Do you know why Biden & Trump crazily impose (high) tariff, first on China & now on the entire world?
Because USA is broke. That is why Trump openly robs others with high tariff.
No doubt the rest of the world does not need to do trading with USA. But the more USA is broke, the crazier USA will be. This time is tariff. Next time may be military.
Did not USA want to annex Panama canal, Canada & Greenland? For their rich natural resources.
So continue trading with USA. But reduce it.
How different is the Russian gun culture from the American gun culture?
The Russian gun culture is mostly built around hunting and full of stereotypes.
The most admired type of a gun is a twin barrel shotgun.
That is what ‘the real men’ use.
Most bolt-action rifles with the exception of Mosin generally fall into a definition of ‘real men’s’ guns.
Regular semi-autos are somewhat tolerated but it moves the owner up on the gaydar of the ‘real men’.
The people using mag-fed shotguns and AK-themed rifles are viewed with mild contempt and referred as ‘akmoids’ or ‘soldiers’ who presumably didn’t have enough in the military.
Akmoids tend to put whatever gadget and modify their guns. That exponentially increases their self-esteem but adds as much to their gayness in view of the ‘real men’.
Pump-action gun users are looked upon with utter comtempt. They are believed to be the victims of Hollywood movies using ‘useless’ ‘gangster’ gun. There is an idea that the pump-action gun is inferior gun but then if you confront hater saying that you won’t hear any reasonable arguments.
SKS owners are viewed as cheap rednecks or alternatively urban trash who can’t afford a ‘good gun’. The myth is that the cheap surplus ammunition favored by SKS users is bad for hunting mainly wounding the animals which later attack ‘real men’ in anger.
Mosin rifle. Generally the same reputation as above but the users presumably also old and senile.
AR, HK and alike mag-fed foreign semi-autos – ultimately gay ‘toy guns’ for women and nerds with more money than sense.
SVD, performance rifles. The owners are looked down and called ‘oarsmen’ hinting large size and poor practicality of their weapons. Believed to be in a class of ‘akmoids’ and more on a nerdy side.
PS. The above is a collection of stereotypes I mostly do not agree with.
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What unexpected physics experiment led a UCLA professor to lose a $10,000 bet against a YouTuber?
YouTuber wins bet against UCLA physics professor:
That’s right.
YouTuber Derek Muller, owner of the Veritasium channel , won no less than US$ 10,000 (around R$ 50,000) after winning a bet against the physics professor at the University of California in Los Angeles (UCLA) Alexander Kusenko.
The challenge involved a wind-powered car, which, according to the professor, could not move faster than the wind propelling it.
The professor proposed the challenge after Derek recorded a video of himself driving a wind-powered car known as the “Blackbird.”
In that video, Muller claimed that the vehicle had been able to go faster than the wind, traveling against the current and using only the force of the wind to move.
And that is the point of contention between these two men…
According to the professor, such a feat would be impossible, as it would break the laws of physics.
The Physics Professor’s explanation for the seemingly counterintuitive phenomenon is that the wind changes. In other words:
→ A strong gust of wind pushes the vehicle to a higher speed and then it calms down a bit, so when the speed of the car is measured against the wind, the car is going faster but is actually slowing down.
→ In addition, the wind speed at the height of the propeller may be stronger than the wind at the height at which it is measured.
“I’m excited about this bet because if I’m wrong, then I want to know,” the YouTuber said in detailing the bet. “The goal of the channel is to get to the truth!”
In the video, the YouTuber collaborated with a fellow YouTuber who promotes science on the internet, Xyla Foxlin.
The two built a model wind-powered car and applied complex mathematical concepts to verify their theory.
According to them, when the speed of the car is identical to the speed of the wind, it appears that the propeller can provide infinite force.
In the end, Kusenko proved to be a man of his word and paid off the bet soon after receiving proof that he was wrong.
Muller thanked the professor who, according to him, proved to be an honorable man committed to science, as he immediately changed his mind after the evidence showed that he was wrong.
China’s WZ-7 & WZ-10: First-Ever Drone Hunt of a ‘Hostile Warship’!
Wilfred woke up one morning to a boiling sea of change. This was very disconcerting. He had recently entered the fifty second year of his life, and any damp feeling as he surfaced into the day left him feeling ashamed and inadequate. Even his night sweats disturbed him, perpetuating the anxiety from which they came.He lay there for a moment before he checked his watch, phone and wallet. For good measure, he gently and unobtrusively patted the mattress around him. The numeracy of his age was often a myth, but occasionally he had a nauseating moment where the weight of those years collapsed against him and filled him with panic and yet more anxiety.There was no relief. Never relief from the push, push, push of a stress he could not fathom, let alone address. He had dreamt of the most wonderful piss in his entire life and as he became more aware, he was right back at the age of nine and the three times he’d had dreams such as these. To dream of that blessed relief was to relieve one’s self in a perfect slumber that went very bad. The resulting shame of a bed-wetting incident was never something someone could dissuade themselves of. The stench of it was to be wafted through the corridors of a life. There were badges of honour and then there were these eternal scabs.Reluctantly, he emerged from the bed and he looked back at the hump-backed duvet with dread and some degree of resentment. The latter was all on him. All of it was on him. That was the way of it. His part in the play of life was as one half of a beast of burden. He’d never worked out whether he was the front half or the back half. The one certainty he had was that the other half had failed to turn up. That helped explain the weight he felt pushing him into the muddy rut of life, and also the tragic feeling of absence that dragged itself against his labouring carcass like a cheese grater constructed of wicked shards of glass.Padding to the loo he did all he could to project love upon the snoring figure under the duvet. He was far from perfect and so he could not expect her to be anything other than imperfect. Before he stepped into the bathroom there was a trumpet chorus from beneath the duvet. Not for the first time, he doubted whether anyone could sleep before the methane burst forth and certainly not during. The snoring ceased. The practicalities of inhaling the malodorous gases necessitated this. Surely she must be awake and aware for this to be the case? The jaded thought that followed this was that he’d probably never ask the question. One of many moments that had passed and in passing, he’d be the villain of the peace to now raise it. He always charted a course for a dead end where he was in the wrong. Turning back from that was becoming increasingly difficult.
His ablutions were swift and efficient. He averted his eyes from the mirror as he cleaned his teeth. He didn’t want his inner voice to challenge him with words such as what are you even doing here? You not we. He barely noticed this distinction, but he lived it. And he had no answer to those questions. He wasn’t even sure how he got here in the first place, and so leaving was an enigma that dwelt in a place beyond his knowing.
Returning to the bedroom, he dressed silently with the lights out. Taking a care as to which floorboards he placed his feet upon. Resentment broiling up as he considered the few alternative mornings where she awoke first and bowled around the bedroom like an errant pinball. The shock and awe of her presence creating strange trauma responses within him and a strangely dressed shame in his even wanting something like a lie-in.
Downstairs in the kitchen, he looked up at the ceiling, beyond which the sleeping form remained. He loved her. This was the purpose and motivation of his life. Without that, he had nothing. Without her, he was nothing. His posture and the beatific look on his face spoke of a love without question.
He began the very careful ritual of his breakfast. He drank water. This was a quiet option. Just as long as he didn’t open the tap too wide. Cereal was his food of choice. Fridge and cupboard doors were held until they caressed their closing positions. Wilfred was a house ninja. No eggshells would be crushed by this man, and very little would mark his passing. He did this because he cared. His caring whispered out into a sound deadened chamber in which no one would ever listen.
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. If a man pisses into the wind and the wind directs that flow over his trouser leg, does this count? Equal and opposite speaks of win-lose. Yet the best outcomes in life are win-win. Poor Wilfred was carefully placing his sock-clad feet on a lose-lose hamster-wheel in the pursuit of a loving win-win that just was not possible.
An hour and a half later there was a cacophony of noise that announced the arrival of Lisa into the day. Wilfred winced at the punishment the bed and the floorboards received for the impertinence of greeting Lisa’s state of consciousness. He had never ceased to marvel at the brutality of her movements. Somehow, they did not accord with the woman he loved. He grit his teeth and tried to think happy thoughts as he worked on the spreadsheet before him. Still his bones jangled and his anxious teeth fizzed.
An hour or so after this, Lisa stormed into the kitchen on a mission that could not accord with the time she’d taken to get ready and be in this room. She accelerated through the door and disturbed Wilfred as he talked to a colleague about a complex matter that needed to be figured out, bottomed and closed as a matter of urgency. Lisa’s sheer physicality was distracting even before she slammed the tap open to a boisterous stream, filled a kettle that roared like a jet engine as it heated the water, and rigorously threatened cupboard doors and drawers with deconstruction in a hunt for an elusive and very likely non-existent item.
As she left the kitchen, a shaking and drooling Wilfred surveyed the dirty protest Lisa had created, and nursed yet another episode of PTSD. Two rooms down, she began a phone conversation that did not require a phone. The window panes shook in their frames and Wilfred’s eyes were no longer able to focus.
And so the cycle of domestic bliss continued, as it had for any number of years prior to this. And was destined to continue for ever more. Life however has a habit of putting a stick in the spokes of the wheel. Or sticking its foot out to trip the proceedings up. Life can never be accused of being boring, and if ever someone utters such an accusation, life will severely fuck them up, and make no mistake. Tempting providence is grievously suicidal.
The stick in the wheel of Wilfred’s life was Lisa. This was very unfortunate indeed. Especially as, as far as Wilfred was concerned, Lisa was his life. There was a circle of sorts here. A snake eating its own tail. An assortment of interesting trinkets at a festival that get bought and then put in a draw to be forgotten. So often, what presents itself is not the point. You can draw as many circles as you like with the efforts of your life, but if the person you’re drawing them for doesn’t give a shit, then you are in the first analysis an idiot, and so by the final analysis you are a foolish wreckage of something that used to be a human being.
This hungry serpent would have been bad enough. To co-exist with someone who does not care is a sad and lonely existence, but at least there is still a flame of humanity to warm yourself by. Lisa’s flame had been hidden away a long time ago. This was not a simple case of her not caring. She’d gone way beyond caring well before she ever met Wilfred. Lisa had made of herself a spider and those around her were flies. She despised people so much, all she heard was the annoying buzz of their existence, and she longed to entrap them in the web of her lies and manipulate them around and around until they could no longer move, or speak or do anything whatsoever to encroach upon her. And then she would feed. Only she fed throughout. Ever hurt. Every humiliation. Every infliction of pain. That was her reason for being, to take life-force, and it was highly addictive.
For now, Wilfred would do. She sat and observed him and wondered at his blunt stupidity. Not once did he get, see or wonder at the game she played with him. All she had to do was say a few words that contained a shadow of a promise and his eyes would enlarge and he would pant like a faithful dog. Lisa hated dogs. The feeling was not mutual. Dogs are not capable of hate. No creature other than humans are. Dogs amplify and return love and that is all they are capable of. Few beings are as close to perfection in this respect as dogs are. We will not talk of cats. That is a story for another time.
If only Lisa had considered Wilfred in the same way she did dogs. That would have gone far better for him. If only there had been an obvious physical difference between them that would have made their dysfunctional union apparent. But this was not so. They were on the face of it a couple. A couple of people. And so they lumbered through life unnoticed and unremarked.
Besides, who looks out for one human feeding upon another? Vampires don’t exist, and parasites are tiny and wee. They are not five foot seven, bold as brass, and prone to bouts of intense cross-stitching.
Monsters don’t exist.
We’re supposed to grow out of that notion, having lived with the monster under our bed throughout our childhood. So when the monster lays in bed with her back to Wilfred night after night, he projects her with all the love he can muster and makes of her his wife. Every twitch of her mouth is a smile. Every moment she is in his presence carries with it a loving meaning. Wilfred constantly scans for love and squeezes love out of every pore imaginable. He is as totally invested in Lisa as it is possible to be.
Why?
The Gap.
Lisa was a promise of something more, and never anything other than that. She used the bait of the promise and hooked Wilfred. He’s been chasing the promise ever since. The chase is not linear. It is cyclical. There is a familiarity in it for both of them. A comfort, almost. He is Jack Spratt and he is getting leaner all the time. Her waist line expands as she takes from him again and again. This is a hypnotically parasitic merry-go-round and Wilfred doesn’t want to get off. Even when he sees it for what it is. Even when he feels the pain so acutely he can no longer see straight, his body thrums with the trauma, and there’s an accusatory roar in his ears that goads him into breaking free of this tyranny.
It’s not Lisa’s tyranny. Not really. She’s just as much a victim. Or she was. That’s the conundrum. The puzzle dripping with fresh blood. How can she still be a victim, if she’s victimising Wilfred? All Wilfred can see is the brokenness of Lisa, and his heart goes out to her and as it leaves his body she grabs a hold of it and squeezes it until the blood oozes out. She doesn’t feed on the blood itself, she’s interested in far better than that. It’s Wilfred’s life-energy that she hungers for. She’s addicted to it. She eschewed life long ago. Hates it with a vengeance. Her revenge is to take the life of the one person she professes to love. She has no other loves, not even herself. She talks a good game, but her real game is a twisted dance of death.
Wilfred knows. His instincts scream out to him, and the pain he experiences cannot be ignored. But Lisa issues forth a siren call, raises arms criss-crossed with self-inflicted wounds and beseeches Wilfred to save her once more.
Fix me!
Help me!
Who could ignore a damsel in distress? Especially a bloodied and broken damsel with the promise of new growth. The potential to flourish in the soil of nurturing love.
Wilfred goes again and again, and Lisa only ever takes. She has only ever taken, whilst weaving an illusory narrative of a better life that lies beyond the veil of Wilfred’s short-comings and inadequacies.
And come what may, Wilfred is who he is. He gives all he can. This is all he knows. He follows the example of his folks and his grandparents. They were together through thick and thin. Together forever. He stays the course. There is no alternative. It’s what you do if you love someone. What else is there? Life without the woman you love is no life at all.
Wilfred’s denial of the reality that lies before him. That lies in the bed beside him. That is his complicity in the loss of everything. He trudges through this casual meatgrinder of incremental domestic abuse refusing to believe that Lisa would do this to him. That anyone is capable of such cold brutality.
He had a son once. Still does. But his son won’t see him anymore. He ceased his fortnightly visits because he felt angry and confused. Wilfred cautioned him again and again. Challenging his boy. Pointing out that there was no cause for anger against his old man. Wilfred was half right. But the other half was what did the damage. That half wondered why Wilfred presided over an unjust and chaotic state of affairs that left his son hurt and angry. That half wanted Wilfred to fix it so there was still a childhood to be had.
Wilfred was blinded by love that could never be love as his son limped away in a hurt and confused state. Lisa never lifted a finger. But she was still there. Constant in her presence and dominion over Wilfred and his life. Wilfred mistook this for her being there for him when his presence was only ever a convenience.
Lisa’s all about immediacy. If she can see it, touch it or taste it, then that is all to the good. It’s a wonder that she has the wherewithal to plan a meal and buy the ingredients, such is her urge for instant gratification. No past. No future. Nothing else matters. She barely noted the passing of Wilfred’s son other than with a muted celebration of another encumbrance removed.
Wilfred battled on. Befuddled by his son’s exile. He laboured with the question of his wrong-doing and fought with his indignation at the injustice of it all, pushing himself further from the prospect of a safe harbour. All the while Lisa smiled and licked her lips, feeding on the misery she so easily generated from her presence alone.
And so it went. A gentle tumble-dryer of abuse that drew the very essence of Wilfred from him with every roll of the drum. He kept going with it. Less and less likely to break out through the glass door of the fantasy he was trapped in, as his strength and wherewithal dissipated. Mistakenly blaming himself for his inadequacies and flaws. Never once questioning anything else, let alone the succubus who was beyond reproach.
The few times he’d spoken out. The moments he’d wondered what was going so wrong. He’d been met with a conviction that could not be turned to one side. Lisa had reared up before him, her scales shimmering in the half light, and she’d snorted fire from her flared nostrils. Wilfred had wilted in the shadow of her heat, and now he lay deflated and broken.
Soon, she would do the one thing Wilfred never thought possible. She’d leave. He had found a broken woman at the side of the road and he’d reached out and helped her to her feet.
She’d promised him the world.
She then took the world from him.
As he lays at the side of the road and watches her saunter away with the confidence and swagger of a predator, he doesn’t understand what he is seeing. All he sees is loss. He thinks he’s losing her, but he never knew her. She wasn’t there. She was never there. He’s seeing the reflection of his loss. A dread emptiness. He’s lost everything. She has taken everything that it is possible to take from him, and no one is going to offer him a hand and help him up. There’s nothing to offer a hand to. He is paper thin and receding further as she abandons him. The breeze sighs a lament and he is gone.
Lisa doesn’t look back. Immediacy is all. She settles by the roadside a little further up, musses her hair and sits down in a position that is just so. She takes a moment, but just a moment. Her next victim will be passing by shortly. She never has to wait long. Never has to do much of anything. Seduction’s another lie. They come willingly and they give of themselves freely. Why wouldn’t she drink deeply of the flies that land on her web?
Is China in the process of upgrading its military technology in 2025?
China has been updating its military technology. But this is only part of the bigger picture.
As is well known, China’s ideology is communist, so Chinese people have an instinctive tendency to apply and spread technology, regardless of whether it can be used for military purposes, which is very different from capitalist ideology. Under capitalist ideology, technology, as one of the available monopoly tools, tends to have its application scope restricted, which is not conducive to technological development in the long run.
This has led to Western military technology, even though it is quite advanced due to its rich historical accumulation, being gradually surpassed by China in recent years.
China will likely continue to develop technology at its existing pace in 2025 and beyond, and will extend the application of this technology to the security sector. At the same time, due to the existence of monopoly barriers, the cost for Western technology to expand into the military domain will be very high, and the profitability of expanding from the military sector to the civilian sector will also be poor. This discrepancy will make Westerners feel that China is vigorously developing military technology.
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What could the Ukraine crisis mean for Taiwan’s de-facto independence?
The Ukrainian crisis has taught the world a vivid lesson, especially those who pin their fate on the United States, who really need to open their eyes.
Zelensky vowed from the beginning that he had the support of the world’s big brother, who would dare to touch Ukraine?
What was the result?
The United States verbally supported it, and the arms sales were flying, and the money was made, but it did not dare to really confront Russia head-on.
The worse Ukraine fought, the happier the Americans were, because it was not their own people who died anyway.
The war dragged on and on, and Ukraine became a mess. What about Zelensky? From a hero to a trapped beast, the ending is not difficult to imagine.
Now, look at Taiwan. Some people in Taiwan think that the United States is their “savior”, and Taiwan is “democratic and free”, and the United States will definitely protect it at all costs? Don’t be naive!
Wasn’t Ukraine also touted as a “fortress of democracy” at the beginning? In the end, the United States really helped it block a bullet?
They sold a lot of weapons, and even cleared out second-hand weapons and stockpiled ammunition.
Now that the Ukrainian crisis has dragged on like this, the United States has begun to get tired of it. The internal financial pressure is great, and voters are unwilling to keep spending money. Zelensky has gradually become a burden and may be abandoned at any time.
Taiwan’s problem is worse than Ukraine’s. Geographically, it is an island, and its supply line relies on sea transportation.
If something really happens, will the United States dare to send troops to rescue? Impossible.
The most realistic is still the “proxy war” – the words are loud and clear, but in fact, it is to let Taiwan consume itself. When it is almost done, the United States will see if it can get some benefits.
Isn’t Ukraine today Taiwan’s tomorrow?
Zelensky has been squeezed dry by the United States, and it is a question whether he can retire peacefully in the end. Does Lai Qingde really think he is smarter than Zelensky? I’m afraid that the ending has been written before the script has reached its climax.
Ukraine can still get aid from Europe, but what about Taiwan? The United States says “firm support”, but when it comes to the critical moment, it is still the old saying – “Americans don’t want to fight for others.”
At that time, the only ones who will suffer are the Taiwanese people.
Sir Whiskerton and the Great Pumpkin Catastrophe: A Tale of Ambition, Chaos, and Oversized Vegetables
Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale of horticultural hubris, runaway gourds, and one very determined feline who learned that bigger isn’t always better. Today’s story is one of ambition, chaos, and the importance of knowing when to rein in your dreams—especially when those dreams involve prize-winning pumpkins. So, grab your sense of humor and a wheelbarrow (just in case), as we dive into Sir Whiskerton and the Great Pumpkin Catastrophe: A Tale of Ambition, Chaos, and Oversized Vegetables.
The Pumpkin Contest
It all began when Sir Whiskerton, ever the overachiever, decided to enter the annual farm pumpkin contest. “This year,” he declared, “I shall grow the largest, most magnificent pumpkin the farm has ever seen. It will be a pumpkin so grand, so glorious, that even Doris the Hen will be impressed.”
“Impressed!” echoed Ditto, who was busy practicing his echoing skills by repeating Sir Whiskerton’s every word.
The other animals were skeptical. “Pumpkins are tricky,” Porkchop the Pig said, munching on a carrot. “You can’t just plant a seed and expect it to grow into a monster.”
But Sir Whiskerton was undeterred. He selected the perfect patch of soil, planted the seed with meticulous care, and even sang to the pumpkin every night (though he would deny it if anyone asked).
The Pumpkin Grows… and Grows
At first, everything went according to plan. The pumpkin sprouted, grew, and soon became the talk of the farm. But then something strange happened. The pumpkin didn’t stop growing. It grew bigger and bigger, until it was the size of a small barn.
“This is… unexpected,” Sir Whiskerton said, staring up at the massive gourd.
“Unexpected!” echoed Ditto, who was now juggling three acorns.
The other animals gathered around, equally awestruck. “That’s not a pumpkin,” Rufus the Dog said. “That’s a pumpkin mountain.”
The Great Pumpkin Catastrophe
Disaster struck one sunny afternoon when the pumpkin, unable to support its own weight, broke free from its vine and began to roll. It rolled through the garden, flattening fences. It rolled through the chicken coop, sending Doris and her entourage squawking into the air. It even rolled through the pond, creating a tidal wave that drenched Ferdinand the Duck mid-quack.
“Stop that pumpkin!” Sir Whiskerton shouted, chasing after the runaway gourd.
“Pumpkin!” echoed Ditto, who was now riding on top of the pumpkin like a furry surfer.
Sir Whiskerton Saves the Day
As the pumpkin barreled toward the farmer’s house, Sir Whiskerton knew it was time to act. “We need to stop it before it destroys everything!” he said, his mind racing.
With the help of the animals, Sir Whiskerton devised a plan. Using ropes, pulleys, and a lot of teamwork, they managed to steer the pumpkin into an open field, where it finally came to a stop.
The Moral of the Story
As the dust settled and the animals caught their breath, Sir Whiskerton took a moment to reflect. “The moral of the story,” he said, “is that ambition is a wonderful thing, but it must be tempered with caution. Whether you’re growing pumpkins, solving mysteries, or chasing your dreams, it’s important to know when to rein in your ambitions—before they roll out of control.”
“Control!” echoed Ditto, proudly.
A Happy Ending
With the pumpkin safely contained and the farm restored to order, the animals returned to their peaceful routines. Sir Whiskerton, though disappointed that his pumpkin was disqualified from the contest, couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
As for the pumpkin? It became a beloved landmark on the farm, with the animals using it as a meeting spot, a picnic table, and even a stage for Ferdinand’s impromptu performances.
And so, dear reader, we leave our heroes with the promise of new adventures, new challenges, and hopefully, no more runaway pumpkins. Until next time, may your days be filled with laughter, love, and just a little bit of feline genius.
The End.
What’s the most “life works in mysterious ways” experience you’ve ever had?
When I was a boy my Mother had a part time job working as a home help. One of her clients was Miss Brown, a little old lady, who happened to live in the same street as us. I remember her as a kindly lady who would give me a sixpence for collecting her shopping. Miss Brown eventually grew too old to look after herself and moved into a care home but my Mother continued to visit her often taking me along. It was actually a pleasure for me to visit because Miss Brown was full of interesting stories and had a way of telling them that brought them to life. She remembered, for instance, her first ride in a motor car, the year Queen Victoria died and her life working as a nurse for the military during both the Boer War and the First World War.
Sadly when I was thirteen Miss Brown died and apart from two members of staff from the care home, only my parents and I were at her funeral. We moved house shortly after and life also moved on.
Four years later my Father was taken seriously ill and had been in hospital for almost six months. I was by now working but my finacial contribution to the family finances was minuscule and my Mother’s income was not enough to cover the bills. Although Mother never said anything I knew she was seriously worried. Then one evening I came home from work to find my Mother crying her eyes out but trying hard to smile through her tears. I asked what was wrong but she could give me no reply, handing me instead the letter she was holding. The letter was from a firm of solicitors handling the estate of the late Miss Brown. It began by apologising for the delay in contacting her blaming it on the move we had made four years earlier. But the crux of the matter was my Mother had been left the proceeds of the sale of Miss Brown’s house enough to pay off the mortgage on our house and provide a financial cushion until my Father recovered. God does move in mysterious ways !
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How to Make Easy Sourdough Bread
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by Dennis Weaver
When we moved from Minnesota to Idaho to start our business, our first focus was bread mixes. It wasn’t just a business decision; it was a passion. We worked with bread and bread mixes for more than a year. Only then did we start the business.
I suppose the people in our new neighborhood thought we were strange. This family moves into a quiet, rural neighborhood from some place “back East.” No one seems to have a job. Apparently they spend most of their time baking.
Often, by the end of the day, we had a pile of freshly baked loaves. We would load them in the car and go through the neighborhood giving them away. Often they were crusty breads, sourdoughs, and artisan loaves. The neighbors may have thought we were strange but they answered their doorbells.
That first winter in Idaho, we developed what is still my favorite sourdough bread recipe. It’s a hard, round loaf with a deep, yeasty sourdough flavor. The inside is soft and airy but the crust is crackly and chewy. I made it dozens of times that winter.
“How do you get a crust like that? How do you get that flavor?”
There are three secrets to this bread. Yes, it’s more work than throwing ingredients in your stand-type mixer but this bread will make you a celebrity.
The crust. I remember dining with a friend in a fine Italian restaurant in Minneapolis. Their crusty bread was outstanding.
“How do they make that crust,” my friend asked.
It’s steam. Commercial ovens have steam injectors. They bake the bread in a hot oven with plenty of steam injected into the oven in the early part of the baking. You can mimic that process at home with a mister and a pan of hot water in the bottom of the oven. The recipe will tell you how. But be very careful; steam burns.
The sourdough. When you buy yeast in the store, you are buying thousands of tiny yeast spores aggregated together into little grains using dextrin or another additive. But the air is alive with invisible yeast spores. When they land in your culture of flour and water and if the temperature, moisture, and pH are right, they begin to grow. The gas they give off leavens your bread. The alcohol they give off provides a yeasty flavor. Wild yeast tends to give a sharper flavor than domestic yeast.
Yeast is easy to grow but sometimes tricky to start. In this recipe, we start the culture with a pinch of yeast and then let the wild yeast take over.
The flavor. The yeast in your dough is alive and growing. Realizing that and the conditions in which yeast thrives is essential to understanding bread baking. It takes a warm, wet dough—yeast thrives at about 80 degrees, stops growing at about 45 degrees, and starts to die at 130 degrees. That’s why temperature is critical.
Yeast likes a slightly acidic environment. That’s why your grandmother’s recipe may have called for a tablespoon of lemon juice. A good dough conditioner, among other things, will provide a slightly acidic environment.
As the yeast grows, it produces carbon dioxide gas and alcohol. The gas provides leavening to raise the bread and create air pockets. The alcohol provides the flavor. At lower temperatures, the yeast creates less gas but more alcohol—enough to make dynamic changes in your bread. That’s where all the rich yeasty flavors in this recipe come from—thousands of yeast cells struggling at low temperatures creating lots of alcohol but little gas.
That first winter, my garage always seemed about 40 degrees and I nearly always had bread dough in the garage. I could adjust the temperature that I wanted to use by placing the dough on shelves either up high or down close to the floor or moving the dough closer to the front or the back of the garage. It seemed that the best bread came after the dough was refrigerated in the garage for three to five days. At that point, the bread was full of alcohol. Of course, the alcohol is destroyed in baking.
Commercial bakers do the same thing with a retarder—basically a refrigerator box with a timer and temperature control—which is used to “retard” the growth of the yeast. If you don’t want to use your garage, use your refrigerator.
Easy Sourdough Bread
Sourdough simply uses wild yeast in place of commercial yeast to leaven the bread. It relies on the wild yeasts that are in the air all around us and cultures those yeasts in a warm, wet environment created with water, flour, and sometimes other components.
When creating a sourdough starter, we always felt like we were on an expedition trying to trap invisible yeastie beasties with our flour and water concoctions. Because we couldn’t see the beasties, we were never sure what we had captured. While usually successful, we never felt like we were in control. Maybe that is the way sourdough bread should feel, a symbiosis with nature.
But there is an easier way: use commercial yeast in the starter. I know, that’s heresy to the sourdough bread zealot but we only care about the bread. Using commercial yeast is easier, it’s the alcohol from the long cool fermentation that creates the sourdough-like flavor, and the wild yeasts will eventually take over the starter anyway. Because it’s easy, it’s no big deal if you abandon your starter after a few weeks; you can readily start another when you’re back in the mood or have the time.
In this recipe for sourdough bread, a small amount of yeast is used in the starter. As the starter is used and refreshed with new feedings of flour and water, wild yeasts are introduced and cultivated.
Ingredients
For the starter
1 cup warm water (about 110 degrees)
1/4 teaspoon yeast
1 cup high gluten unbleached flour
For the sponge
1 cup of the starter
3/4 cup warm water
2 cups flour
A sponge is a pre-ferment, a wet mixture of flour and yeast that acts as an incubation chamber to grow yeast at the desired rate. It is added to the dough.
For the dough
All of the sponge
1 1/2 cups flour (more or less)
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
2 teaspoons Professional Dough Conditioner
Instructions
Starter: Mix the starter in a glass or steel bowl, cover with plastic wrap, and set it aside at room temperature until it is doubled and bubbly (maybe 4 to 6 hours).
For the Sponge: Mix the one cup starter with the flour and water, cover, and set aside to ferment until it has tripled in volume. At room temperature, it will take four to eight hours. You can put it in a cool place – about 50 degrees F – and let it perk all night. (In the winter, your garage may be just right.) You can also put it in the refrigerator overnight. At temperatures of 40 degrees, the yeast will be inactive but the friendly bacteria will still be working and enhance the sour flavor of the bread. If you retard the growth with lower temperatures (“retard” is the correct term for slowing the growth of the yeast), simply bring the sponge to room temperature and let it expand to three times its original volume before proceeding.
For the dough: Mix the salt and conditioner with the flour. Knead the combination into the sponge by hand until you have smooth, elastic, slightly sticky dough, adding more flour as needed. Put the dough in an oiled bowl and let it rise again until doubled (about an hour).
Form the loaves: Though you can make this bread in pans, it works best as a large, freestanding round or oval loaf or two smaller loaves. Place a clean cotton cloth in a bowl or basket in which to hold the loaf. Lightly dust the interior of the bowl with flour. Place each formed loaf upside down in a bowl on top of the dusted flour. Cover the loaves with plastic and let them rise again until doubled. This rising will probably take less than an hour.
Bakers note: Notice that the salt is not added until the last stage. Salt in the sponge would inhibit yeast growth.
Bakers note: You want a light dusting of flour on the cloth to be transferred to the bread, not a heavy caking. Softly sifting flour from a strainer or with a flour shaker is the easiest way to achieve an even coating. You can find both a small strainer and a flour shaker in our kitchen tool section.
If you choose to bake the bread in pans, omit this step. Instead, let the dough rise in a greased bowl covered with plastic until doubled. Form the loaves for pans, place the loaves in greased pans, and let rise until well-expanded and puffy. Bake at 350 degrees until done (about 30 minutes).
To bake crusty bread
To form the thick, chewy crust that is typical of artisan breads, follow these instructions: Place a large, shallow, metal pan in the oven on the lowest shelf. You will pour hot water in this pan to create steam in the oven. (High heat is hard on pans so don’t use one of your better pans and don’t use a glass or ceramic pan which might shatter.) An old sheet pan is ideal. Fill a spray bottle with water. You will use this to spray water into the oven to create even more steam.
Heat the oven to 425 degrees F. When the oven is hot and the bread is fully risen and is soft and puffy–being very careful not to burn yourself with the rising steam and with a mitted hand—turn your head away and pour two or three cups of very hot water in the pan in the oven. Quickly close the oven door to capture the steam. With spray bottle in hand, open the door and quickly spray the oven walls to create more steam and close the door. The oven is now ready for the loaves.
Work quickly to get the bread in the oven before the steam subsides. Gently invert the loaf or loaves onto a slightly greased non-insulated baking sheet on which a little cornmeal has been dusted. With your sharpest knife, quickly make two or three slashes 1/4-inch deep across the top of each loaf. This will vent the steam in the bread and allow the bread to expand properly. Immediately, put the bread in the steamy oven. After a few moments, open the door and spray the walls again to recharge the steam. Do this twice more during the first fifteen minutes of baking. This steamy environment will create the chewy crust prized in artisan breads.
Let the bread bake at 425 degrees for fifteen minutes in the hot steamy oven then reduce the temperature to 375 degrees and bake for a total of 35 to 40 minutes. Check on the bread ten minutes before the baking should be complete. If the top is browning too quickly, tent the loaf with aluminum foil for the remainder of the baking to keep it from burning. The bread is done when the crust turns a dark golden brown and the internal temperature reaches 210 degrees. It is important that the bread is well-baked to drive moisture from the loaf. If the bread is under baked, the excess moisture will migrate to the crust and you will no longer have the dry chewy crust of a great artisan loaf.
This sourdough bread is to die for. The prolonged rising gives the yeast plenty of time to convert the starch to sugars and the friendly bacteria a chance to impart their nut-like flavors.
Storing your crusty bread
Unused crusty bread should be stored in a paper bag at room temperature. If the bread is stored in a plastic bag, the crust will become soft.
Recommended Equipment and Ingredient Choices
Great bread requires good bread flour. All-purpose flour will not do. We’ve tried dozens of bread flours and there really is quite a difference. Find one that you love and stick with it. It should be unbleached.
We use General Mills Harvest King Flour almost exclusively for bread. Do a little research online and you’ll find a nearly cult-like following. It’s a wonderful commercial bread flour made to a very tight spec. But alas, it can be very hard to find. (We can sell you a 50 pound bag but the cost of shipping is a little painful.) Occasionally, you can find it in the grocery stores. General Mills Better-for-Bread Flour is purportedly the same thing if you can find that.
Once a bag of flour is opened, it will dry out if not covered. Consider pouring it into a bin with a cover for storage. We sell large, heavy plastic bags that are food grade and big enough for 50 pound bags. We place opened bags of flour in these bags and close them with a twist tie. We also place our bread dough in these bags to let it rise without drying out. The bags act as a little greenhouse to create a warm, moist environment.
It doesn’t take much in equipment. My equipment is battered and bruised and I love it. You will need a good baker’s thermometer so that you can tell what’s going on with your dough and test doneness. I have a battered, rusted baking sheet about an inch deep that I use as a steaming pan in the bottom of the oven. Don’t use one of your good nonstick sheets. You’ll need a spray mister like the one you may use when ironing clothes. I have a couple old, dark pizza pans that I bake most of my artisan bread on. Don’t use a silver pan; it reflects heat. A perforated pizza pan is perfect.
For dusting your pans, use a coarse corn meal.
As you work with your dough, you’ll find that you reach for a flour shaker over and over. A bench scraper is handy.
Dennis Weaver is the founder of The Prepared Pantry, a full line kitchen store in Rigby, Idaho. The Prepared Pantry sells kitchen tools, gourmet foods, and baking ingredients including hundreds of hard-to-find ingredients.
How China deals with US provocation
What made you cry today?
This.
This is the money I gave to my mother before she came home.
So, my mother and father just visited my house while visiting my in-laws (our houses are in different districts). They stayed for 3 days and went home today. Before my mother and father went home, I gave them some money each for snacks and gasoline, that was the intention.
For my mother, I gave 350 thousand because yesterday was Eid, I just gave her money. I usually give 3 times the usual monthly allowance during Eid because there are definitely a lot of needs. So I gave it today with the intention of just buying snacks. For my father, I also gave him a different amount. But as soon as I said goodbye, my father’s car had left and I had entered the house, a WA message came in from my mother to me. I checked the majmu’ that she usually uses to recite the Koran here and there was money. My tears fell.
And this is a whatsapp from my mother today when my mother was in the car on her way home.
“I asked for 150 thousand rupiahs, and I put the other 200 thousand rupiahs in your ledger. I still have money because it’s just for buying medicine and souvenirs. Dad has work. Thank you very much because I still have the rest of the Eid money.”
I cried. I was sad. I could only give a little, but my mother was incredibly understanding. Always grateful and thankful for whatever I gave her. I only gave her 350 thousand, my mother returned 200 thousand because she said she still had the money from yesterday. My parents never asked for money, never asked me to buy this and that. I became even sadder that I could not give her properly and make her happy.
Stay healthy and live long, Sir, Ma’am. May Allah increase my fortune so that I can continue to please you in your old age. 😭 I’m crying.
The sun rose about wide fields and mighty trees, drawing spots of golden light onto the dark green leaves. The great Treetops swayed in a slight breeze, causing the leaves to rustle. The birds sung to great the rising sun, and somewhere hidden beyond the tree line a small stream wound its way through the trunks, its murmuring water whispering of hidden springs, refreshing coolness and distant shores. Another sound joined the forest edges quiet Melody.
It was the sound of someone singing to themselves rather nervously, not once hitting a single Note. She had heard rumors, that wolves had returned to the forest, and hoped desperately, that her fathers claim was true. She dared to doubt that they would avoid humans if they heard them coming, but it was the only hint of safety she could get. After all, where must be reasons people kept out of the woods, even before the wolves returned.
She honestly begged the others to have the picnic somewhere else, but they just wouldn’t listen. The forest was safe enough, they said. The usual Park was boring, they said. So now she was here, having turned her bright and familiar fields, as she faced the green wall infront of her. Her desperate song wavering, almost fading, as she took one deep, final breath, before the living ocean shallowed her whole.
The Instructions she got there clear enough. At least they seemed clear enough, while she was sitting in the shadows of her gardens only Apple tree.
“Follow the big road, till it meets a little pathway on your left. Follow it until you see the really big oak. If You see it, face away from it, and walk in a straight line. There should be a little waterfall, there we will wait for you.”
She truly managed to find the path without much issue. Barely more than a wild path, made only by rare stealthy feet throughout countless lonely years, but still easy enough to spot. To find the big oak however, proofed to be a much more difficult challenge.
There where many oaks close to the path, and the crowns of the trees all seemed to blend into one another, so that it became almost impossible to tell if one of them seemed to be a bit taller than the others. After she walked past the tenth oak without spotting a clear distinguishing factor concerning the height of the trees, a seed of panic began to grow inside of her Chest. The more franticly she began to look for an oak that fit the description “really big”, the colder and quieter did the forest seem to her. She felt as if the late summers light, of which little managed to break through the treetops in the first place, faded more and more.
One of these trees needed to be the really Big Oak. She probably passed it already. She was alone in the woods no one ever entered. She needed to find that Oak. The next one must be it, certainly. Or maybe it was the last one. Didn’t it look like its Branches started a little bit higher? What if she chose the wrong tree, if she missed the waterfall or ran of in a completely wrong direction? Would she disappear in there, never to see the warm light of the sun again? She should turn back as long as she still had the chance, but her friends were still in there, waiting.
Eventually, the path made the choice for her. It did not stop, it slowly faded, becoming less and less distinguishable from the undergrowth of the forest, till it was no longer visible at all. She chose to turn back, for clearly, she went too far and passed by the big oak. But despite her Attempts to trace her steps back, the path would never reappear. She was lost. Lost, alone inside the woodland Labyrinth.
As cold as ice the woods now seemed, and the branches of the silent giants seemed to grab for the sole, unwelcome intruder in their midst. Hopelessly, all the desperate courage she kept in her heart leaving her like water that she tried to hold in her Hands. She sunk to the ground, as a desperate Song, like a final Attempt to calm her nerves was quickly replaced by silent sobbing.
She was alone. She was lost. Lost where no one would ever seek her. Lost in old Woods with no way out. She was alone. As painful and terrifying as that thought had fled, As desperately she wished it to be true, as the forest began to sing.
A wordless Song filled the cold air. Inhuman yet hauntingly beautiful, mournful and yet filled with a distant longing. A Song she had hoped to go her entire life without hearing. A forest song, a moon song, a wolve song. It seemed to come from everywhere, surrounding her from all directions. She sung so they would hear her, and where fore would avoid her. But now she couldn’t bring herself to make a single sound. Even just to move seemed to be thing of absolute impossibility. Was that the sound of a twig snapping under a paw? Was there Movement in the undergrowth over there? Every little sound the forest made, every little breeze suddenly seemed like a deadly threat, just waiting for the right Moment to strike.
As she sat there, in the Moment of greatest fear and despair, is seemed to her like she saw a rough line, where the undergrowth was a bit lower, a bit less dense. “The path” she thought, as a tiny spark of hope returned to her heart. Slowly she got up and made her way to she thought she spotted the path. Very slowly. Her father always said that wild animals on the hunt would see you as prey if you ran from them, so she forced herself to walk slowly. All her instincts were screaming at her to run, but she remained slow, setting one-foot Infront of the other.
The feeling of restless stares, of unnumbered unseen eyes, burned in her back. One Foot Infront of the other. All noises but the howls died down. One Foot Infront of the other. The leaves rustled close to her. One Foot Infront of the other. Thorn bushes tore on her dress and scratched her skin. One step Infront of the other. A shadow mowed in the back of her eye. One step Infront of the other. The branches moved. One step Infront of …
The branches grabbed for her. She ran. She ran dodging vines and thorns. She ran against the wind, which grew and grew in strength. She ran, just blindly in one direction, not caring if she still followed the path. Not caring about the size of any oaks. Not caring about the now quieter howls, that did not seem to pursue her. She just ran.
Suddenly she stumbled out of the woods. Warm sunlight greeted her, bright and blinding after the eternal twilight bellow the forest roof. She wanted to laugh in relief, to run Home. To eat a delicious dinner. To wait for her friends to get back and tell them that they could never enter that forest again. To never in look in its direction.
But instead of the quiet silence of the wild fields, a thundering roar filled her ears, drowning out even the now distant howls of the wolves. It was not the short lived, threatening roar of some beast. It was the roar of water. Endless masses of water, falling with the full force of nature. Falling down endless cliffs on the side of a Mountain high enough to pierce the sky. A Mountain that should not and could not have been hidden from her home, for it was simply too big and enormous not to be seen throughout all the land. And yet it wasn’t, for the forest never even seemed to have some particularly notable hill. This should not be possible, but still she stood there, speechless on the bottom of the waterfall, the silver stream of a wild river blocking her way forward, Splitting the woods in two. This way, she couldn’t leave or find her way back.
So, she turned around and froze again. The way she came, almost a straight skyline away, one tree towered above the rest. It was not just a bit taller; it was huge. Its trunk alone seemed to be wide enough to fit a larger house. And its highest leaves scratched the clouds. “oak” she thought, with some Amusement that even surprised herself.
Remembering her friend’s instructions, she chose to look around for a bit, as she spotted some stones close to the forest edge. They there of an odd color, as dark as coal. Some even seemed to be partially molten. Upon closer expectation, the forest seemed to hide the scorched remains of an overgrown wall. Even an empty hole still revealed the spot a gate once stood, curiously she walked through it. Infront of her where Wide fields. Behind her the sun drew golden spots on mighty trees swaying in a slight Breeze. The song of birds and the rustling of leaves mixed with the murmuring of a small stream hidden behind the tree line.
In an endlessly wide forest, close to an enormous Waterfall stood the long lost remains of an an once proud castle, lost to fire long ago. Who looked close enough on the scorched remains of its walls, might discern words in the pattern of Moss and Ranks. We are Sorry, they could have read, and wondered.
What does China mean when it says it does not want a trade war, but will not back down?
What China meant are in its actions.
Versus Trump’s first additional 10% tariff, China levied tariffs of 10% and 15% on US coal, LNG, crude oil, agricultural machinery, and large engine cars and pickups + add more minerals to its exports control list + put 2 US companies in its unreliable entity list + put 2 US companies under investigations for monopolistic practices.
Versus Trump’s second 10% tariff, China levied 10% tariff on sorghum, soybean, pork, beef, aquatic products, fruits, vegetables, and dairy products, and 15% tariff on chicken, wheat, corn, and cotton + 15 US companies including those in defence tech were added to its exports control list + put 10 more US companies in its unreliable entity list + start the probe into US fibre-optic products for circumventing anti-dumping measures (the first of its kind in China).
Notes: (a) Companies in the exports control list require special approval to receive shipments of dual-use goods. (b) Companies in the unreliable entity list are banned from trading with China.
The most notables of China’s responses are:
(1) They were immediate and willing, not delayed and reluctant, such as, during Trump’s first term,
(2) China went beyond tariffs into sanctions of exports control, unreliable entity list, and special investigations. It had earlier ban the exports of certain critical minerals and technologies to the US, the most important are rare earths technologies,
(3) the goods it tariffed are goods for which it has multiple alternative sources. It could just refrain from buying US, such as it announced on 4 March the suspension of soyabean imports from 3 US companies, as well as, timber imports from the US, citing beetles in shipments. If US exporters want to maintain their market, they have to lower prices and bear the tariffs, and
(4) these goods are mostly exports of Republican-controlled states, in other words, Trump’s voters.
Trump Just Did The Unthinkable & Americans Way Of Life Is About To Change
Today I want to say a few words about why there used to be glasses of water at dinner tables everywhere.
Back in the day, meals were served with alcohol. Often in Europe, it was wine or beer. While in China, it’s hard alcohol.
And this tradition of having glasses of water with a meal continued until the 1980’s in the United States. Restaurants learned that they could save money, and have less glasses to wash, by not providing glasses of water. So in the interests of profits (under the excuse of “water shortages”) free glasses of water ended in California.
Voluntarily.
In April 2015, it became law, when the California Water Resources Control Board implemented regulations to encourage water conservation through the banning of free water in restaurants.
How did the dining tables start to provide glasses of water?
It’s simple. When I drink alcohol, in China they always provide a glass of water. Always. You see, alcohol dehydrates. So people used to drink water with their meals because meals always had alcohol.
And that is why you don’t see it anymore in the United States.
More profits for restaurants.
And the slow “frog boiling” of acceptance of omission of drinking water gains acceptance by a history-ignorant youth.
And that is my lecture for today…
Why is Australia still selling iron ore to China? Why not cut the exports totally so that China will be squeezed?
China is a good market for us. Why should we do what you suggest? They also export excellent goods and their EVs, in particular, are highly desirable. We formulate our own foreign policy based on OUR needs.
What do you make of Ukraine’s President Volodymyr Zelenskyy’s call for Europe to do “much more” to bring peace?
It’s nothing more than a wail of despair.
Ever seen a pig get slaughtered?
When the knife plunges in, the pig lets out a scream, blood frothing from its windpipe.
That’s what people sound like when they hit rock bottom—they come up with all sorts of bizarre “solutions.”
Like pinning their hopes on Europe stepping in to save the day.
Europe?
It’s not some united front—it’s a heap of loose sand.
Russia’s just a tool the U.S. uses to smack Europe around and keep it in line.
Do the Germans really not know who blew up Nord Stream 2?
They know. They just don’t dare say it—swallowing their pride in silence.
And France—whose jaws chomped down on Alstom? Who snatched their submarine deal?
The Germans and French—are they stupid?
These were nations that once led human civilization!
Now it’s simple.
His Majesty Trump takes the throne, and he’s got no patience for the European puppets propped up by the Democrats—every last one of them’s getting replaced.
The European right wing just needs to wave the anti-immigration, anti-Ukraine-aid banners, and with His Majesty Trump’s backing, they’ll sweep into power.
When the Russia-Ukraine war broke out, I said this would be the outcome.
Looks like I wasn’t wrong.
(Image is a netizen’s remark from a Chinese Q&A website, the content reads: I have to say, China’s history and political education is the best in the world, bar none. As soon as the conflict started, almost all Chinese people knew what the outcome for Ukraine would be and even anticipated America’s anticipations, but the Ukrainians themselves had no clue.)
And I still stand by this: Lviv will be handed over to Poland to soothe those Eastern European minnows still trembling from the shadow of the Soviet past.
He should immediately fly to France,begging for political asylum—that’s his last shot at survival.
It’s his final chance.
His Majesty Trump’s already fed up with him.
“If you act with dignity, I’ll let you keep it. If you don’t? I guarantee you will be.”
This line comes from a Chinese movie, and it’s hard to translate directly. Let me quote a historical anecdote, which might make it easier to understand.
In 1939, after the Japanese army was defeated by the Soviet forces at Nomonhan, traditional Japanese officers were expected to commit seppuku (ritual suicide) to atone honorably.
However, some officers refused.
So, others stepped in to “persuade” them, and after this “persuasion,” then,they all ended up committing seppuku “with dignity.”
Pennsylvania Dutch Banana Bread
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Ingredients
1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
1 1/2 cups unbleached regular flour
1 cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 cup soft margarine
3/4 teaspoon salt
1/3 cup oil
2 cups mashed ripe bananas
1 cup chopped nuts (optional)
Dash of cinnamon (optional)
Dash of nutmeg (optional)
Instructions
Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease and flour 4 to 5 bread tins.
Cream sugar and margarine; add eggs and mix well.
Stir in baking soda, baking powder and salt.
Add oil and stir again.
Add bananas and mix.
Add flour, one cup at a time, and stir well after each addition.
Bake for 1 hour. Test for doneness with wooden pick until it comes out clean.
When cool, wrap in plastic.
Notes
Loaves may be frozen.
If THIS Happens, the USD System Collapses – U.S. GOLD Reserves Gone Missing?
Note: A.E. (After-Event) refers to the new dating system in-universe. In the year 2012, a massive solar flare hit the Earth, sending the human race back into the Dark Ages. A Second Dark Ages. City of Athens, Greek Union of Cities August 17th, 2145 (133 A.E.)“Iakovos, please bring the feather and ink. Tonight’s sky is clear, and we need to begin documenting the stars,” ordered Avraám, the Star-Gazer of Athens, a respected role held in high regard by the Greek community.
“Of course, Father,” replied his son. “The Council and the King require new celestial observations. They seek signs that the future will be prosperous.”
“Of course, my son,” acknowledged Avraám.
“But Father! We were supposed to go down to the courthouse and serve on the jury! The Council insisted!” exclaimed his second son, Alexos, observing his father as he worked in his office. “We have a duty to fulfill our role in the jury!”
“The sky is clear tonight; the Council will understand why I won’t be there. You may go, Alexos, if you wish,” Avraám replied as he began preparing his telescope and equipment for a night of observation and recording. If the Gods were to convey a message, it would be on this night.
“Father! The Council specifically requested your presence because the trial…” Alexos hesitated.
“… is regarding the murder of a young girl, I understand. They believe I’m emotionally connected to this case due to your sister Angela’s death,” Avraám finished.
“Yes, Father. This young girl died in a similar manner, on the same night of the year, when the constellations aligned in a particular way,” Alexos explained.
All three men were clad in traditional post-Event robes, resembling attire suitable for jury duty.
“Father, if you fail to appear, you jeopardize your standing in the City. Positions as Star-Gazers are not guaranteed; don’t take unnecessary risks,” warned his youngest child.
“Attempting to persuade me will only prove futile,” Avraám retorted, turning his gaze toward his youngest child. “I am my own person; do not presume to dictate my actions.”
With a sack slung over his back, Avraám made his way to the office door and descended to the main level of their family home. His wife, a nurse, was often occupied with work; their relationship lacked romance, as he was consumed by his passion for astrology and the cosmos while she dedicated herself to medicine. Together, they had four children, but two were now deceased.
Today was no exception for Avraám’s wife, Sophia, who undoubtedly toiled diligently at the Athens Grand Hospital. The city was facing a shortage of nurses due to the recent outbreak of the Sickness, which had struck just a year prior.
The kitchen was in disarray, cluttered with dirty pots, pans, and plates left unattended in the washing area. Avraám surveyed the pile of dishes and chuckled to himself. “Seems us men aren’t adept at maintaining the cleanliness of a well-respected household.”
Moving on to the front room, the Star-Gazer recognized that he had a bustling night awaiting him. Clear nights were prized by the people of Athens, offering them a chance to observe the stars and constellations. They believed the Gods bestowed wisdom through the night sky, and the citizens held their deities in deep reverence.
His two sons trailed after him onto the front porch, where their flower pots flourished with blooms. Avraám settled onto the wooden bench, slipping on his slippers.
“Father, we strongly urge you to go to the courthouse. Do you truly wish to risk your position?” Alexos implored, scratching his beard. Avraám merely shook his head.
“Father, if we lose your wages, we may lose this home,” Iakovos interjected, joining his father on the bench. “Mother’s income alone is insufficient.”
“Even with both our incomes combined, it’s not enough to sustain us,” Alexos added, absently touching the flowers in the pots.
“There will be other clear nights, Father. But this court case holds great significance,” Iakovos persisted. “Missing it could jeopardize your position in the city.”
“Did the Council convey this to you?” Avraam inquired, fixing his gaze on his son.
“A Counsellor, yes. Indeed, Counsellor Iason Iordanou confided in me about it,” Iakovos confirmed.
“I see. Iason…” Avraam nodded thoughtfully. Rising from his seat, the elder man descended the steps of his porch, each slab adorned with an array of potted plants: herbs, peppers, and chamomile.
“Father, please, consider the consequences just this once! The stars can wait!” pleaded Iakovos.
“If the Gods impart a message tonight, and I’m absent, I’ll forfeit an opportunity to improve our city. If you wish to waste time on a court case, decided solely by a judge, then go ahead!” Avraám retorted firmly. With that, he strode down the path toward the Constellation Field.
As the Star-Gazer set up his telescope beneath the stars, a few passersby with their dogs strolled by. They waved to Avraám, and he returned the gesture. With determination, he began the meticulous process of documenting the stars, carrying the weight of responsibility on his shoulders.
Avraám relished his moments outdoors, savoring each breath of the crisp air and the caress of the cool breeze against his skin, if the winds were blowing. He found solace in the symphony of insect sounds surrounding him. A part of him longed to live in the wild, untouched by rules or civilization, where humanity held no greater dominion than the common squirrel or toad. In that untamed realm, death would be an equal adversary, without the intervention of medicine or the influence of Gods. It would be just a man pitted against the forces of nature.
As the Star-Gazer gazed up into the starry sky, he identified familiar constellations: Cygnus, Aquila, Lyra, and Hercules. Each held a rich history, woven into the tapestry of storytelling that had been passed down through generations, rooted in the mythology of the ancient world. Avraám understood this connection and was well-versed in the history of Europe. He knew that not too long ago, the Greeks worshipped what the Council now deemed a false God—a false prophet, as they called Christianity.
Avraám endeavored to comprehend the Christian God, seeking to grasp why those in the West—across the British Isles, France, Spain, and Germany—continued to adhere to what he considered a false prophet. He pondered the reasons behind the enduring faith of these distant lands, curious about the beliefs and convictions that sustained them.
Peering through the telescope, Avraám observed the twinkling stars above. Many stars twinkled brightly, their shimmering lights suggesting to him that the souls of the countless victims claimed by the Sickness now traversed the celestial realm, journeying among the celestial bodies.
“Good. Good,” Avraám muttered, jotting down notes in his journal. His observations indicated to the Council that the departed souls might gaze upon the Earth with either resentment or apprehension.
“Or perhaps,” Avraám mused aloud, pausing to consider his words as he transcribed them into his journal, “these are the souls of our warriors, journeying across the sky toward a serene tranquility.”
As Avraám heard the sound of twigs and gravel crunching behind him, he turned to see his son Iakovos approaching, clad in his outdoor attire: a chiton and sandals.
“So, you’ve come to offer your guidance again? Where’s your brother?” Avraám inquired.
“He went to the courthouse. He’s upset with you,” Iakovos replied.
“Why are you here then? Why didn’t you go with him?” Avraám questioned further.
“I considered it, but in the end, I chose the stars. Courts don’t hold much interest for me anyway, and they specifically requested your presence; we came to show our support,” Iakovos explained.
“I see, I see. Come take a look… the souls of the departed are particularly active tonight,” the Star-Gazer remarked as his son peered through the telescope at the stars.
“This could bode well for the Council,” Iakovos remarked.
“I thought the same, although initially, I interpreted it as a sign of unrest among the deceased,” Avraám admitted.
“Because of the sickness?” Iakovos inquired.
Avraám nodded as Iakovos continued to study the sky. “Yes, that and the conflict with the Turks. We lost many to them.”
“Of course, but perhaps it indicates that those lost souls are finding peace,” Iakovos suggested.
“I certainly hope so, my son,” Avraám replied with a note of optimism.
“But the constellations seem particularly lively tonight, as if the spirits are active,” Iakovos observed.
Avraám noted this with a thin smile playing on his lips.
“Furthermore, Hercules appears to be clearer than on the last clear night. That’s a promising sign for the Council,” Iakovos added, prompting his father to jot it down.
“You have a keen eye for Star-Gazing, better than your brother,” Avraám remarked.
“I’ve noticed that too. Alexos has little interest in the cosmos and constellations. He’s more inclined toward bureaucracy,” Iakovos agreed, shifting his focus to the stars within the Hercules constellation.
“It’s not surprising. He’s always nagging me about something; reminds me of the Council,” Avraám chuckled, acknowledging the similarity.
“Indeed. He seems to magnify every problem and offer impractical solutions, but alas, I’ve grown accustomed to it,” Iakovos remarked.
Suddenly, he gasped. “A shooting star! That’s auspicious news for the Council! A sign of their approval!”
“Or perhaps a sign of their disapproval. Regardless, I’ll make note of it; evidently, the Gods intended for us to be here tonight! They bestow their blessings upon us,” Avraám replied, jotting down the observation in his journal. “Good. Good.”
“I do hope Alexos can charm the Council and secure your position in the city tonight,” Iakovos remarked, stepping away from the telescope and stretching his back.
“I’m confident he’ll manage. I trust him in that,” Avraám replied, continuing to jot down notes.
“I knew the girl. She resided in the nobles’ quarters, near where I pursued my studies in my youth. She was only fourteen,” Iakovos shared, his gaze drifting to the stars. “Angela was barely sixteen, not much older than this unfortunate girl.”
“Indeed, mortality is an inescapable aspect of our existence,” Avraám remarked, peering into the telescope before adjusting its position to observe another constellation. “If life were devoid of challenges, nothing would hold significance. Our ancestors seemed to have overlooked that, and the Gods delivered their reckoning.”
“Perhaps it was their divine judgment?” Iakovos pondered.
“It very well could have been,” Avraám agreed somberly. “Let’s not dwell on the past for the future could be written above.”
United in purpose, father and son labored together, striving to reassure the Council of a promising future. The citizens of Athens sought solace in the stars, finding comfort and relief from anxieties and tensions. Yet, amidst the celestial beauty, the stars also whispered tales of caution and disapproval, serving as reminders of the consequences of human actions.
Inside the Athens Courthouse, a bastion of law and discourse in the city, a bustling scene unfolded. Citizens, jury members, peacekeepers, lawyers, and a handful of judges filled the space, their murmurs blending into a soft hum. The main judge, distinguished by his grey chiton and headgear, commanded attention as he silenced the room with a glance. Despite his advanced age, he exuded an aura of wisdom from a bygone era, speaking in a deep, resonant voice that carried authority.
“Today, we convene to hear testimony and examine evidence regarding the murder of Ivana Dimitriou, a young woman of merely fourteen years. The accused is seventeen-year-old Leon Andreas, a former student of the victim’s father,” the main judge announced, his voice resounding through the courthouse. “First, I shall summon the witnesses to the crime, followed by the presentation of evidence.”
His words echoed throughout the chamber, reaching every corner. Among the jurors sat Alexos, his countenance stoic and impassive as stone.
As the witnesses delivered their testimonies, a somber atmosphere enveloped the courtroom. The family of the slain girl sat in subdued sorrow, their expressions reflecting the weight of their loss. Even the father, typically composed, appeared numb as he listened to the harrowing details of his daughter’s murder. grief weighed heavily upon them, casting a shadow over the proceedings.
As the evidence was presented, Alexos observed the room with a keen eye. A bloody knife and a note left behind by the killer were displayed, revealing a tale of tragic love turned deadly. The perpetrator, a lovesick young man, sought revenge after the girl rejected his affections. Alexos couldn’t help but view the boy as a coward, his actions driven by hurt feelings. Inwardly, Alexos felt a pang of familiarity with the pain of rejection, his heart heavy with empathy for the victim and her grieving family.
As the proceedings continued, Alexos sensed the judge’s gaze lingering on the jury stand. He knew that the judge was searching for Avraám, undoubtedly aware that the Star-Gazer had failed to appear. The absence of such a prominent figure would surely spark rumors: Did the Star-Gazer disregard the law? Was he losing his faculties?
Shaking his head to dispel these thoughts, Alexos refocused his attention on the case at hand, determined to fulfill his duty as a juror despite the distractions.
As the father of the victim addressed the courtroom, his voice resonated with solemnity. “In this courtroom, a relic from a time of relative peace among mankind, we gather to confront the tragedy of my daughter’s murder,” he began, his gaze drifting towards the heavens. “I seek solace in the stars and our Gods, but they whisper of unrest among the spirits. Perhaps it is due to the loss of my child, or the relentless grip of the Sickness plaguing our lands. Perhaps, it is the ongoing conflict with the Turks. They are displeased, and perhaps… they claimed my sweet girl as a punishment to us all.”
His words hung heavy in the air, stirring murmurs and whispers throughout the room. Shock and sorrow etched upon the faces of those who listened, grappling with the weight of his words and the magnitude of their implications.
As the final judgment was pronounced upon the killer, a heavy silence settled over the courtroom. Death by hanging—a punishment rarely meted out—was decreed, marking the severity of the crime. The judges, in solemn agreement, affirmed the final ruling.
The condemned boy, now facing his impending end, appeared unmoved by the verdict. No tears streamed down his face and there was no sympathy to be found among those present. The gravity of his actions and the weight of the sentence rendered any pity futile.
As the condemned boy faced his fate, Alexos remained resolute, his heart hardened by the memory of his own sister’s murder long ago.
As Avraám and his second-youngest son made their way home, the darkness of night enveloped them, the flickering flames of the streetlamps casting long shadows. Despite the lateness of the hour, a sense of tranquility settled over the Star-Gazer, a calm assurance born from the knowledge that one of his sons would carry on his work after he retired. With each step, he found solace in the realization that his legacy would endure, and that the guidance of the Gods, though revered, would not be sorely missed in the hands of his successors.
“You know, Father, one day, you and Mother will need to take a rest,” Iakovos remarked, his voice carrying a hint of concern. “And as you’re aware, I’ve been courting a woman my age—a noblewoman, a socialite.”
“Good money then?” Avraám inquired, turning to his son as they walked along the stone path.
“She comes from wealth, yes,” Iakovos confirmed. “I’ve been thinking… I could succeed you as Star-Gazer. I’ve studied the cosmos extensively, and with the wage I’d earn and the connections from her family’s wealth, we could ensure that you and Mother have a comfortable retirement in this house. Besides, Alexos has his own ambitions, and he’ll likely forge his own path soon enough. The future could be bright.”
“If the Gods allow it,” Avraám replied, his tone tinged with a hint of uncertainty. “If the Gods allow it.”
As they approached their home, Avraám and Iakovos noticed Alexos sitting on the front porch, his eyes swollen and damp with tears. Concern etched upon their faces, they approached him.
“Why are you crying, Alexos?” Avraám inquired gently. “Has something happened?”
“I just… I miss Angela and Roberto,” Alexos confessed, his voice wavering.
“I miss them too, son,” Avraám replied, his own voice tinged with sadness as he placed a comforting hand on Alexos’ shoulder. “I miss them every day. But time moves forward, and so must we. The Gods, in their wisdom, will look down upon us and understand. Hopefully, they will grant us peace, knowing that their souls wander above, seeking their sanctuary.”
With heavy hearts, Avraám and his sons crossed the threshold into their home, leaving behind the weight of the night’s observations and the lingering echoes of a tragic murder. Though the events of the day would undoubtedly haunt them for some time to come, they understood that life must press forward, much like the steady march of the stars across the night sky. As they settled into their home, they found solace in the knowledge that time, relentless and unforgiving, would continue its inexorable journey onward.
Why is there a shortage of teachers in America?
Low pay. My father taught for 25 years. He made more money selling real estate part-time over the summer than he did teaching.
Uninvolved parents. Many parents do not raise their children, and they don’t want to intervene if the child is having problems. When my father had to suspend one serious classroom disciplinary issue, the mother called my father and hollered that it was costing her going to work to have him home.
Mainstreaming. It sounds like a nice idea, but putting children with learning disabilities in the same classroom as children who don’t, doesn’t work for anyone. Proponents say that the higher-functioning children will pull up the lower-functioning ones, but it works the opposite way. The children with learning disabilities don’t get the special attention or teaching that they need, and it puts a burden on teachers who did not study special-needs education.
Trends. We all know that phonics works for teaching reading. But let’s try something new! OK, the new trend doesn’t work as well as phonics, but we’re not going back to phonics and the administration won’t budge. New math? Have you seen that sh!t? Let’s create something even worse and do that. It’s a miracle my niece’s little girl can do anything beyond count.
Lack of support from the administration. Enough said. Teachers need to be supported.
Time off isn’t really “time off.” Everyone thinks teachers do nothing all summer and work short days when the summer is over. In truth, the paperwork is endless. My father worked every night, grading papers, writing assessments, creating new course materials, taking mandatory trainings, linking his course materials to educational mandates. It’s not the cake walk you think it is.
Wife Kept Denying Me “Lovin” Until I Showed Her I Could Replace Her, Now She’s On Her BEST BEHAVIOR!
Have you ever had a job where you did nothing for years and nobody found out?
My mother used to work for the Gas Board, as a clerk/secretary and later as a PA.
She was not directly involved in this story but a witness to it.
She worked in a particular regional office, and was there when an inspector from head office arrived to do a general inspection/audit.
During this process, they found a small room with four men sat around a table, playing cards.
It turns out that they were the team charged with maintaining gas street lights.
Nobody had ever given them new instructions when the last gas street lights were decommissioned — 32 years earlier.
So they just turned up every day, clocked in, and played Brag.
Technically, they’d not done anything wrong.
It was hushed up and they got a payoff and early retirement.
Why do people think it’s OK to tip less than 20%?
Here is my contribution:
when I was a waiter, 20 years ago, standard tip was 15% – any less, was a cheapskate or poor service, any more was generous or better than. Average service.
Tips were expected for table service only (some counter service places would have a tip jar where you might drop coins or a dollar bill).
Tipped staff would share with the folks that helped them (bussers/bartenders, usually) to provide good service to their customers.
Now, the barista, the sandwich counter cashier, even some retail goods counter staff expect tips. It is SO FAR out of hand. This is especially true as wages have gone way up and many places no longer have a lower “tipped minimum wage” for workers who earn tips.
Now, before someone says “but everything is more expensive now” let me point out that yes, and 15% of a $100 meal is 2X more than 15% of the $50 meal of many years ago. The PERCENTAGE of the tip does NOT need to rise to keep up with inflation.
Okay all I have to say. I feel the need to now go see if there are some kids that I need to chase off’n my lawn.
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If the United States really uses force to turn Canada into a state of the United states, will Canadians resist, even when you can’t win?
The whole concept of the US attacking Canada is beyond ludicrous, it’s insane! As a US Vietnam vet, in my lifetime I recall the 30,000 Canadians who volunteered to serve in the US armed forces during the Vietnam War; I and my fellow veterans owe them our deepest and humblest gratitude and I swear to defend Canada from any invasion by any nation, even from my own.
It takes a lunatic with a Napoleonic complex to even insinuate betraying one of the US staunchest allies and on the same page, Greenland, Mexico, and the Panama Canal. It stands on the same level our government’s betrayal of Ukraine’s fearless leader, Volodymyr Zelenskyy.
I know that defending the sovereignty of Canada would seem to be treason by some of my countrymen, but when my country is led by a delusional authoritarian neo-fascist, then it would be my patriotic duty to defend her from all foreign and domestic enemies.
How can Canada trust the integrity of our new fighter jets when the country supplying them has threatened to take us over?
You’d think folks would have figured out two basic things by now:
Trump can only be in office for 4 more years. Actually a bit less than that as of today.
He always says funny stuff like this. Get used to it. Most likely, nothing will actually happen.
There’s one thing which is certain: Canada absolutely needs new fighter jets. Preferably yesterday.
This is their current aircraft- the CF-18 (sometimes called CF-188) Hornet. It’s a legacy Hornet model, and it is old- obsolescent, the airframes nearing end of life. Canada acquired a few more that Australia retired, but that’s a stopgap any way you look at it because those are also old (there’s a reason Australia retired them).
Further, the RCAF should already have had its F-35s. Australia stuck with their procurement plans and has an entire wing in service. That’s why they’ve got no problem parting with those old Hornets.
Changing plans and switching to something like Gripen, Typhoon, or Rafale (as some have suggested) is a knee-jerk reaction that will delay procurement even further. As things stand, at least those F-35s are coming next year. If Canada changed to one of the others, it would probably be another 3–4 years before the first one showed up. Again, those CF-18s are literally falling apart- they need to be replaced now. They already should have been replaced.
Further, hate to say it, but Gripen is no better. The engine is a GE F414 license built by Volvo. The US controls that tech too, so if the concern is trust over the US withholding stuff, that’s got the same problem.
Eurofighter and Rafale are considerably more expensive than F-35 because Canada is a level 2 partner in the F-35 program and can buy them at the same cost as the US Government.
Sir Whiskerton and the Peacock’s Prismatic Predicament: A Tale of Paint, Panic, and True Colors
Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale of vanity, vibrancy, and one very confused peacock who thought he had become a rainbow. Today’s story is one of mistaken identity, existential crises, and a cat who proved that true beauty comes from within—even if you’re already the most dazzling creature on the farm. So, grab your sense of humor and a paintbrush (for touch-ups), as we dive into Sir Whiskerton and the Peacock’s Prismatic Predicament: A Tale of Paint, Panic, and True Colors.
The Paint Puddle Mishap
It all began on a sunny afternoon when Polly the peacock, ever the flamboyant and self-important bird, was strutting through the barnyard. “Behold!” he declared, fanning out his iridescent tail feathers. “The most magnificent creature to ever grace this humble farm!”
The animals, used to Polly’s dramatic displays, barely looked up. “Yes, yes,” Doris the hen said, pecking at the ground. “Very impressive.”
“Impressive!” Harriet echoed, tilting her head.
“Head!” Lillian added, fainting dramatically onto a pile of straw.
But as Polly continued his grand strut, he stumbled upon a puddle of spilled paint—leftover from one of Lester the Tattooed Pig’s artistic endeavors. The puddle shimmered with every color of the rainbow, and Polly, mistaking it for a mirror, gasped in horror.
“What is this?!” he cried, staring at his reflection. “I’ve… I’ve turned into a rainbow!”
The Existential Crisis
Polly’s panic spread like wildfire through the farm. “A rainbow?!” Doris squawked, flapping her wings. “What in the name of cluck does that mean?”
“Cluck!” Harriet echoed.
“Echoed!” Lillian added, still on the ground.
Polly paced back and forth, his tail feathers dragging through the paint puddle. “This is a disaster!” he wailed. “I’m no longer a peacock! I’m… I’m a prismatic abomination!”
The animals tried to reassure him, but Polly was inconsolable. “How can I be beautiful if I’m just a rainbow?” he said, his voice trembling. “Rainbows are fleeting! They’re insubstantial! They’re… they’re not me!”
Sir Whiskerton Steps In
Seeing the chaos unfold, I knew it was time to intervene. “Polly,” I said, flicking my tail, “you’re not a rainbow. You’re just covered in paint.”
“But what if the paint has changed me?” Polly said, his eyes wide with fear. “What if I’m no longer the magnificent creature I once was?”
I sighed. “Polly, beauty isn’t about what’s on the outside. It’s about what’s on the inside.”
“Inside?” Polly said, tilting his head. “But my insides are just… insides.”
“Exactly,” I said, smirking. “And they’re just as dazzling as your feathers.”
The Moral of the Story
As Polly pondered my words, the animals reflected on the day’s events.
The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Beauty comes from within—even if you’re already dazzling. Whether you’re a peacock, a pig, or a cat with a knack for solving mysteries, true beauty lies in your character, your kindness, and your ability to bring joy to those around you. And while a little sparkle never hurts, it’s the light inside that truly shines.
A Happy Ending
With the crisis averted, Polly returned to his usual strut, his tail feathers now clean and shimmering once more. The animals, relieved to have their peace restored, returned to their usual routines. Even Lester, though initially annoyed by the spilled paint, admitted that Polly’s predicament had been a little entertaining.
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. Polly was back to his dazzling self, 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 predicaments, and hopefully, no more paint puddles. Until next time, may your days be filled with laughter, love, and just a little bit of feline genius.
The End.
Are the Chinese people confident that they can “export their way out of economic doldrums,” and if so, on what is their confidence based?
Here are some facts. I leave it to you to make your own conclusion.
China’s “economic doldrums” was nominal growth of 7.1% from 126 trillion yuan in 2023 to 135 trillion yuan in 2024, or growth of 5.6% from $17.8 trillion to $18.8 trillion in 2024. The real growth was 5%.
China had a foreign trade surplus in 2024 of $990 billion, a record high. This was 20% higher than the surplus in 2023 of $823 billion. It accounted for 5.3% of GDP, 0.7 percentage point higher than 4.6% in 2023. As a share of GDP, this was impressive. But in incremental contributory term, 0.7 percentage point is not significant to the real growth of 5%.
Here are highlights of the structure and development of China’s economy in 2023.
GDP growth was 5.2% to 126 trillion yuan. Share by industry was Tertiary 54.6%, Secondary 38.3%, and Primary 7.1%.
Population was 1.41 billion, urban residents 933 million & urbanisation rate 66%. Employment was 740 million, 64% in the urban areas. Labour productivity rose 5.7% to 161,615 yuan per person. CPI +0.2% and industrial products -3.0% over 2022.
Value added of the Tertiary sector grew 5.8% to 68.8 trillion yuan. Retail sales of consumer goods was worth 47.1 trillion yuan and accounted for 68% of the sector. Online retail was worth 13 trillion yuan or 28% of retail sales. Modern services saw strong growths – financial intermediation, ICT & software, and business service. Real estate services fell 1.7% to 7.4 trillion yuan.
In 2023, investments in real estate development fell 9.6% to 11.1 trillion yuan – residential building (-9.3%), offices (-9.4%), buildings for commercial business (-16.9%).
Value added of the Secondary sector grew 4.7% to 48.3 trillion yuan. Construction grew 7.1% to 8.4 trillion yuan. Industrial enterprises grew 4.2% to 39.9 trillion yuan. There was a new pattern of development to build a modern industrial system. The new growth drivers were the manufacture of equipment (+6.8%), hi-tech manufacturing (+2.7%), NEVs (+30.3%), the output reached 9.4 million units, solar cells (+54%), the output was 0.54 billion KW, robots (+23.3%), output was 7.8 million units, and 3D printing devices (+36.2%), output was 2.8 million units.
Green & low-carbon transformation progressed. Electricity generated by clear energy- hydropower, nuclear power, wind power, solar power – grew 7.8% to 3,191 billion Kwh.
Value added of the Primary sector grew 4.1% to 8.9 trillion yuan. Output of grain +1.3% to 695 million tons, cotton fell 6.1% to 5.6 million tons, oil-bearing crops (+5.7%), sugar crops (+2.4%), and tea (+6.1%). Pork, beef, mutton, & poultry grew 4.5% to 96.4 million tons.
[Colony #A4829: LOG]The first thing you need to know about me is that I was born for this.It doesn’t look like much now, I’ll give you that. But it’s mine. I’ve fixed every glitch in every computer on this dusty heap of rock. I’ve trekked halfway across this asteroid and back every day to sweep the solar panels. I clean the pipes; I patch the airlocks- I nursed the biosphere back to health on my hands and knees when a fungal disease slipped through quarantine.I was made for this world. So I’m not bailing now. I’m not.-The power’s going to go out. I can’t keep it up for long with the emergency batteries- not with no sun to recharge the solar cells.
Eventually I’ll have to divert all of it to life support systems. And then, the lights will go out. It’ll be pitch black.
This was all planned for, of course. The asteroid’s orbit passes behind one of the gas giants in this system- larger than Jupiter, larger than Saturn. And the three months that I’ll be in its shadow were always accounted for. With careful rationing, the stored energy from the solar field will last me throughout that time, even though the solar field itself will be nonfunctional.
But light is an excess. I don’t need it to survive. So for the next ninety days, I’ll live in total darkness.
This was all planned for. I was warned this was going to happen.
Funny thing is, though, there’s a difference between intellectual knowledge and actual experience.
–
I’m done moping. I’m turning off the power in five minutes. Which means I’ll stop using this log. Can’t waste energy on luxuries when I’ll basically be on the edge of running out of power for the next three months.
I’ve already turned off life support for the biosphere. It’s an efficient system- aside from saving energy, when the plants die, the nitrogen will return to the soil. It’s the equivalent of a giant compost pile. After the shadow passes, the heat lamps will turn back on, the hoses will pump water again, and the seeds of the dead plants will begin to sprout. Very practical. A perfect system.
It’s not like I could have seen them, anyways.
–
Power’s out. It’s been out for days, I think. Hard to tell with no light. I’ve been trying to sleep.
I kept myself away from this thing for as long as I could, but I’m going crazy in here alone. I’ve been tracking the flashes of light from the oxygen monitor. Sometimes I fall asleep while watching it, and all I can see in my dreams is that pulsing red light.
How many times did I wish, back on Earth, that I could do nothing for a day? Just sleep, eat, and breathe.
I was an idiot. I can’t stand this.
So, yeah. I’m using the log again. I figured if I don’t move much, I can make up for the loss in power. Don’t know what I’ll do when the batteries on this thing run out.
I could call control. No, ignore that. I can’t call control. If I’m going to stay here, I have to be able to wait out these months. If I call them, they’ll be sympathetic. They’ll bring a counselor to talk to me, reassure me. They’ll let me turn on the lights.
Then they’ll put me on the next ship to Earth and send someone else to take my place.
So no. I can’t call control.
–
Sometimes I don’t know if I’m asleep or awake.
Every time I close my eyes, I see that red light. I see it flashing, taunting me, a blip interrupting an endless sheet of darkness. I think it’s almost worse than having nothing at all.
I try not to blink. I try not to move much. Once I swear I saw my hand, outlined in moonlight on the floor.
I don’t dream in color anymore. I dream in black and red, black and red. I remember touching the leaves of a palm tree- I remember the taste of a date in my mouth- but I don’t remember their shapes.
Black and red, black and red.
How many more days?
–
Yesterday, I walked around the station. I stumbled more than I’d like to admit- and used valuable power in the process- and I could feel eyes on my back, flashing open and shut- rhythmic like a heartbeat. At one point I ended up outside the biosphere. An airlock separated us, but I swear I smelled the rotting leaves, the decay seeping through the floor.
It made me want to vomit. But with the orchard dormant or dead, the only food I have is one hundred and ninety vacuum sealed meals- one for each day I’ll be in the darkness, plus some for the time it takes to get new seeds started. If I lose my lunch, I go hungry. I can’t afford to waste food.
So I swallowed the bile down and crept back to the oxygen monitor. It blinked at me, over and over and over again.
I hate that thing.
–
I dreamed I found an EVA suit. Just outside the biosphere airlock, tucked behind a corner.
When this program was started, control toyed with terraforming the asteroids. Make an atmosphere thick enough to breathe in, implement a self-contained water cycle- one particularly ambitious team suggested micro-versions of all of Earth’s biomes, contained on one tiny floating rock.
But it was too expensive, too impractical. So they made the biosphere for farming and oxygen filtering and gave the habitants EVA suits for everything else.
They’re sleeker than they used to be- easy to maneuver, able to adhere to the rocky surface of the asteroids, making walking in low gravity a lot less of a pain.
We were supposed to use them for strictly necessary purposes- clean the solar panels, do maintenance on the ship, take samples of the local rocks. The EVAs cost a lot. They lasted a long time- fifteen years if you took care of them right. But we were lifers. Eventually, they’d wear out, especially if we took them out every day. Control didn’t want us to use any more than we had to.
But every Tuesday, I’d suit up and head outside to watch the stars. I’d see comets, sometimes. I’d make up new constellations, chart them in the sky. The Sail. The Gate. The Lanternfish.
I can almost see them in my mind. Almost. But every time I get close, they dance away.
I need to see them again.
–
I did something stupid a few minutes ago. Something hugely, colossally stupid.
I found my EVA suit.
It was where it was in my dream. Tucked in a corner, just outside the biosphere door. I nearly crashed into it.
I’ve got to see the stars. If I see the stars, I can make it. I can get through this darkness. I just need to see something that isn’t a red dot in the dark.
I need it like I need air.
Problem is, the suit has no power.
Modern EVA suits are less bulky now because they no longer need to carry electricity with them. The benefits are many- the suit is lighter, more maneuverable, less prone to sparking. There’s just one problem for me. They have to be charged up before you go.
In order to get this suit functional, I have to activate its charging pad. Charging the suit to full power takes a huge amount of electricity. Electricity that powers the water reclamation, emergency communications, and, of course, the oxygen monitor.
I could charge it for a half-hour’s use only. The amount of power would still be more than I can afford, but-
I need to see the stars. If I see them just once, I won’t do it again. I’ll stay in the station for however long that takes. I won’t move. I’ll barely breathe.
If I don’t see the stars, I’ll lose my mind.
The choice is obvious.
–
I’ll admit it. I cried like a baby when I saw them.
Then, when I finally got a hold on myself, I checked this suit’s systems and nearly started bawling again.
It’s only been three weeks. Less than a month. I have sixty-nine more days to spend in total darkness, with only the red dots for company.
No more stars. No more light for two months.
Nothing to do but sleep and eat and breathe.
–
I held out for as long as I could. Until I could smell the rot coming from the biosphere no matter where I was in the station. Until I saw eyes in the darkness, palm fronds in the corner of my vision.
When the oxygen machine started whispering to me, I climbed into the suit so fast I must have broken some kind of record. And then I was outside again, stars dancing in my vision.
I lay on my back for hours, drawing pictures in the sky. I watched the constellations shift until the suit began to blare. Then, only then, did I check the clock.
I have sixty-two days before I have light again.
–
It’s beginning to become a habit.
Here is my normal weekly routine:
I lock myself inside until I can’t tell the difference between sleeping or waking. I siphon power from the life support systems, trying to ignore the steadily decreasing levels. I suit up. I stare up at the stars until my eyes water, because I’m too afraid to blink now. Every time I close my eyes, I feel hands on my shoulders, hear voices in my ear.
Then I walk to the solar panels, using a flashlight in my suit to light the way. Force of habit.
Here’s the strange thing-
Right before I turned off the power, I tilted the solar panels forward, to keep dust from collecting on them while they weren’t in use. I’m sure I did.
But now, their faces point straight up. Up at the stars.
Like they’re trying to collect that little bit of light.
–
Darkness, red light, stars, darkness. Palm fronds. Hands on my shoulders. Eyes in the corners of the room. The taste of dates in my dry, crumbly meals.
I have memorized every step of this station.
Forty-five days until I see light again.
–
Can anyone hear me?
I feel the eyes watching me when they think I’m not looking.
They blink in sync in a grid of hexagons.
I can’t do this anymore. The power level’s low. I’m not going to make it.
I don’t remember the sun. I don’t remember anything.
I don’t know how many days I have left. But it’s not enough.
–
[Static.]
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[TRANSMISSION RECIEVED FROM COLONY #A4829]
I see light. I see light. Endless light.
Female Coworker Went To HR After I Helped Her During An Emergency, Now Upset I’m Being “Cold” To Her
Have you ever been asked to give up your seat in a restaurant? If so, what did you do?
Once while in Cairo I was looking for a place for an early supper. I spotted a place with a lovely courtyard, pretty tables, nice sturdy chairs and interesting sculptures.
I went inside and sat down. A man approached me and welcomed me on this beautiful evening. I bowed to him and asked for water with ice and mango pulp juice with cream and ice. (Mango was in perfect season.) After the drinks arrived I asked for a salad with an oil and vinegar dressing to be followed by potatoes, lamb, chicken and cooked autumn squash.
Ten minutes later he came out with an appetizer of fresh fish and hush puppies. Following this came the lamb, beef, potatoes and steamed chicken with a million spices. Everything was just delicious. I finished with some kind of multi fruit pie that was just out of this world.
When I was done I motioned that I was ready to leave. He shook my hand and thanked me for coming. A whole big party of young people was coming in and it looked like he was preparing to set their tables.
He told me there was no bill. I asked him why not and he told me that I was in his home garden area and that he was an engineer with the electric company and his wife taught school. This was not a restaurant and these were his children coming home.
I took down his address and mailed him some art work for his garden. I still go to see him each time I’m in Cairo.
Have you ever almost died and had something inexplicable, miraculously save you?
After being married for 8 years and raising my 3 step-children, my husband and I decided to have a child together. My family has a long history of miscarriage so I expected to lose a couple before a pregnancy “stuck.” Time went by and I didn’t seem to be conceiving but I was pretty well resigned to let whatever happened, happen.
One morning I waved goodbye to my husband who was going to be flying that day (he was a Naval aviator), got my 3 step-kids off to school and got ready for my regular yearly GYN appointment. Suddenly I felt faint and passed a blood clot. Since my family is also famous for horrendously painful and copious menstruation, I was only mildly concerned. I went ahead to my appointment because it was too late to cancel but I told my Dr. that I was bleeding. She tested my urine and found that I was pregnant but obviously, something wasn’t right. I was probably going to miscarry. She said that if the bleeding got any worse, I should go to the ER.
I went home pretty much certain I would miscarry but happy that I had at least been able to conceive. As soon as I got home, I felt terribly sick and fainted. I awoke very weak and ill and passed an enormous clot. I was in tremendous pain. I knew I had to get to the ER but I was a loner with no friends and no family nearby, so I got into the car and started driving, slapping my cheeks and pinching myself to keep from passing out.
When I got to the ER admission desk I was dreading the multi-hour wait in the waiting room. I had taken my step son once with a head injury that exposed his skull and he sat in the waiting room for 4 hours, while someone with a compound fracture moaned and cried on a stretcher in the hall behind us for almost as long. Today, however, the desk nurse took one look at me and sent me directly to triage. The next thing I knew, I was in a room and not 5 minutes later a doctor was there.
As it turns out, I was having an internal hemorrhage and needed emergency surgery to stop the bleeding. I asked if there was some way they could wait and notify my husband first. They said that, to be frank, if they did not get the bleeding stopped inside of 15 minutes, I would die.
As they wheeled me quickly toward the elevators, I felt myself begin to float above the gurney. I realized how easy it is to die—it’s no trouble at all, really. Anyone can do it. I felt peaceful. But suddenly I thought about my children whose mother had died suddenly of a brain tumor just 9 years before, and my husband who had already been widowed once. It wasn’t fair that they should have seen my smiling face just a few hours before, wishing them a wonderful day, and come home to find me dead without warning.
At that moment, I reached out to my higher power. I said, “I have no control over any of this and I know it. I’m not afraid to die. But if I could live so that my children won’t have to lose another mother, I would rather stay. Please don’t make them go through it again. Nevertheless, I accept whatever happens.”
The next day as I was recuperating in my hospital bed, the doctor came in to check on me. I asked him what had gone wrong, since that was no common miscarriage. He replied, “We think it was a ruptured ovarian cyst.” I asked, “What do you mean, you THINK?” “Well,” he responded, “once we got in there, we found that the bleeding had stopped and we couldn’t find the source of it.”
So, two miraculous things happened that day to save my life. One, my yearly GYN checkup fell on the exact day of my miscarriage, and two, my plea to the Universe was heard and answered; although I had been pumping out blood at a deadly rate, it suddenly stopped just as I asked for mercy for my children.
I believe in miracles. How about you?
Pennsylvania Dutch Brownies
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Ingredients
4 tablespoons butter or margarine
1 (1 ounce) square unsweetened chocolate
1/4 cup light molasses
2 large eggs
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup + 2 teaspoons granulated sugar
1 1/8 teaspoons ground cinnamon
Instructions
Heat oven to 375 degrees F. Grease a 13 x 9 inch metal baking pan; set aside.
In a 4 quart saucepan, melt butter with chocolate over low heat. Remove saucepan from heat. With wire whisk or fork, stir in molasses, then eggs.
With a spoon, stir in flour, ginger, cloves, baking soda, salt, 1 cup sugar and 1 teaspoon cinnamon just until blended. Spread batter evenly in pan. Bake 15 to 20 minutes, until a wooden pick inserted 2 inches from edge comes out clean.
Meanwhile, in a cup, combine remaining 2 teaspoons sugar and 1/8 teaspoon cinnamon; set aside.
Remove pan from oven; immediately sprinkle brownies with cinnamon-sugar mixture. Cool brownies in pan on wire rack at least 2 hours.
When cool, cut brownies lengthwise into 3 strips, then cut each strip crosswise into 5 pieces. Cut each piece diagonally in half.
Attribution
Good Housekeeping Christmas Joys – Hearst Books
Do you agree with China’s rejection of the idea that the private sector has to be in the lead in transforming economies?
Your question is the opposite of the situation in China.
On 17 February, President Xi Jinping held a meeting with the leaders of tens of China’s high tech companies. He told them the following:
The government will earnestly protect the legitimate rights and interest of private businesses and entrepreneurs in accordance with the law.
The basic principles and policies concerning the development of the private economy have been incorporated into the system of socialism with Chinese characteristics and will consistently be upheld and fulfilled.
Obstacles should be removed in order to facilitate private enterprises’ equal access to factors of production and market opportunities.
The prospects for the development of the private economy are broad and promising. It is prime time for private enterprises and entrepreneurs to give full play to their capabilities.
Challenges facing the private sector’s development have generally emerged during the process of reform and development and industrial transformation. They are partial rather than general, temporary rather than long-term, and surmountable rather than unsolvable.
He urged entrepreneurs to focus on high-quality development, invest in their main businesses, strengthen their capacities for innovation, and increase their core competitiveness.
He stressed the important role of private enterprises in advancing China’s broader goals in terms of technological innovation, promoting rural vitalization, and improving people’s well-being
He noted that China is a socialist country ruled by law, and no type of illegal activities by enterprises can avoid investigations and punishment.
Note: As of Sept 2023, China had over 55 million private companies accounted for 92% of all business entities. It is 96% in the current.
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My daughter has four different kinds of Lego collections. They are Mega-Large, Regular, and Micro. In addition there are these off-brand Lego copycats that look like Lego’s but are fractionally smaller, so they are not interchangeable.
Lego’s are really cool. But you know guys, I just don’t have the patience to build the various Lego items. But still my daughter loves playing them. We go to the kitchen table and play. She likes to build houses and cars. I just like to put things together into interesting combinations.
It’s a kind of family moment for us.
We keep all the Lego’s in a big PE container. And it’s all cool.
Today we will dedicate this post to Lego. Enjoy…
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Today…
What has been the most honest moment you’ve had with a salesperson?
My wife and I went for a free weekend and a meal and a timeshare pitch.
The young salesman was very enthusiastic to start. He asked if we’d ever been to the beach where the timeshare was.
I said Yes.
He asked if we’d ever looked at timeshare.
I said yes.
He asked with which company.
I said, this one.
His enthusiasm was dropping with each answer.
He asked why we didn’t buy.
I said I thought it was a RIP off.
He asked why we came back.
I said, because your company gave us two nights in the resort and a free steak dinner.
He started to get mad and said he should get his sales manager.
I said, you’ll sent me the invitation and we came. You can get mad or when we go to see the units, we can go to a bar instead and I’ll buy you a drink.
He thought for a moment and said, you’ll buy me a drink?
At the bar, he wrote numbers on a napkin to show how the $10,000 timeshare would cost over $25,000 before it was paid off.
I’ll bet his boss would have had a fit if he’d known.
Your cats wait their WHOLE LIFE for you to DO THIS!
Meatloaf with Sour Cream Mushroom Sauce
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Ingredients
1 (8 ounce) container sour cream and onion dip, divided
2 1/2 cups soft bread crumbs( place bread in food processor and process to crumbs)
1/2 cup finely chopped celery
1/4 cup chopped onions
2 tablespoons chopped pimientos
1 teaspoon dried dill weed
3/4 teaspoon salt
1 dash pepper
1 pound ground beef
1 pound ground pork
2 eggs, beaten
1 can cream of mushroom soup
Instructions
In a slow cooker, crisscross two foil strips, to form strips of foil (use heavy duty or double the thickness of regular foil) across bottom and up the sides or slow cooker. (Make sure that the foil extends slightly on the sides, as this will be the handles to remove the meatloaf from the pot.)
In a large bowl, combine eggs, 1/2 cup of onion sour cream dip, bread crumbs the ground beef and pork . Place the meat mixture on top of the foil strips, pressing lightly to form a round loaf, that doesn’t touch the sides of the pot.
Cover and cook on LOW for 8 to 9 hours.
Lift out the meatloaf, using the excess foil as handles and drain off excess fat.
In a saucepan, combine remaining onion sour cream dip and cream of mushroom soup mixing well. Heat through, stirring occasionally.
Serve with Sour Cream Sauce.
B-1B LANCER BOMBER NOW AIRBORNE — VISIBLE ON CIVILIAN RADAR
A U.S. Air Force B-1B Lancer, tail 86-0108, is currently airborne. It originated at Minot Air Force Base which is a nuclear weapons-equipped base, flying southwest over North Dakota at 22,000 ft.
B 1b out of Minot AFB large
This is a strategic bomber capable of carrying 75,000 lbs of cruise missiles and conventional ordnance—one of the most lethal non-nuclear platforms in the U.S. arsenal.
Its appearance on public radar is highly unusual, and likely deliberate. This could possibly be a show of force as opposed to the tankers and cargo lifts we saw earlier.
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Why has China been Thailand’s largest trading partner for over a decade?
Well for starters China and Thailand are in the same zone of influence, as in, who else is going to be the most significant trading partner in Asia?
Strong Economic Ties & Trade Agreements
Thailand and China have a close economic relationship, reinforced by the China-ASEAN Free Trade Agreement (CAFTA), which has significantly reduced tariffs and boosted trade. See there is that Tariff word, cooperation and trade is how conflict was lowered throughout the world. The Regional Comprehensive Economic Partnership (RCEP) further deepens trade relations.
China’s Role as a Global Manufacturing Hub
China’s demand for raw materials and agricultural products (such as rubber, seafood, and fruits) aligns with Thailand’s exports.
Thailand imports electronics, machinery, and manufactured goods from China, supporting its industries and infrastructure. It is the same throughout the world, China supports economies and secretors to a broad list of countries.
Geographical Proximity & Efficient Logistics
The close geographical location facilitates easier and cheaper transportation of goods. Major trade routes, including the Kunming-Bangkok Highway and Belt and Road Initiative (BRI) projects, enhance trade efficiency.
Investment & Economic Integration
Chinese companies have heavily invested in Thailand’s infrastructure, technology, and industrial zones (e.g., the Eastern Economic Corridor, EEC).
China is a key investor in Thailand’s railway and digital economy projects.
Tourism & Cultural Links
Before COVID-19, China was Thailand’s largest source of tourists, indirectly strengthening trade through service sector spending and retail demand for Chinese products.
The cultural and historical ties between the two nations also foster business relationships.
Thailand’s Role in Regional Supply Chains
Many multinational companies use Thailand as a production and assembly hub, importing components from China and re-exporting finished goods worldwide.
Thailand’s auto and electronics industries rely heavily on Chinese supply chains.
Strategic Political Relations
Thailand and China have maintained strong diplomatic ties, with both governments promoting trade cooperation through frequent summits and agreements.
We are in the time of Asia. Thailand is a major assembler and manufacturer and the relationship is only headed to further ties between Thailand and China.
Has DeepSeek R1’s performance made the Stargate project and concept obsolete?
This is a subject of personal interest due to involvement in an EU project requiring AI.
For a start, we were stunned by the Deepseek V3 announcement last month. Until then, we had been spending a lot of effort training and using Llama 3.3 to help us estimate the reactions of various compounds on organic molecules. Anyone who had spent time training Llama would be aware of the limitations, some of which are significant, in particular the contexting of labels. Note Llama was chosen because of the open source licence, and using other systems such as OpenAI would involve loading too much sensitive data into their clouds.
To cut a long story short, within days of installing Deepseek, we were able to derive plausible results from it. And there was very little need to provide context once we loaded in the inference engines that we had developed earlier. The reasoning capabilities of Deepseek was quite remarkable, so we may soon decide to move everything to Deepseek. And note our test was done on an Intel i5 (16-threads) system with 32Gb RAM and a 200Gb SSD PC.
What our experience suggests is that it’s possible to be much more effective and incredibly efficient for businesses to have their own “private” AI server, dedicated to solving their specific problems, far away from a cloud where sensitive data may be stolen.
As such, one has to ask; what is the $500 billion investment for Stargate for? Is it to achieve AGI? If so, what is the business case for AGI? Honestly, what exactly do we need AGI for? How much is the advantage of AGI relative to excellent reasoning engines like Deepseek? And if we can improve on Deepseek, perhaps because it’s an open source system which will attract the best people globally to work on it, it’s entirely possible that Deepseek will achieve AGI before Stargate.
Historically, open source systems can easily have higher utility and adoption than proprietary systems. Just look at Linux as an example. Sooner or later, the issue is whether people want to pay exorbitant licence fees for proprietary systems or go to an effective practically free open source standard.
The overwhelming majority of us Americans are taught that Canada, Britain and Europe are our loyal lapdog vassal states. Why are all three putting retaliatory tariffs on us? Are they not supposed to be bowing down to and obeying President Trump?
“The overwhelming majority of us Americans are taught that Canada, Britain and Europe are our loyal lapdog vassal states”.
Are you really taught that? I doubt it very much. That’s just your bigotry (and that of other MAGAts).
“Why are all three putting retaliatory tariffs on us?”
Well now, you seem to be very confused. As of today (6th February 2025), Trump has not put tariffs on “Britain” or Europe – so them putting retaliatory tariffs on the USA hasn’t even needed to happen. And Trump has actually delayed the application of tariffs on Canada, so there is currently no need for the Canadians to retaliate just yet.
Then there’s that MAGAt confusion again. Britain is actually part of Europe, so you could have just said “Europe”, and that would have included the UK. Britain is the largest island in the archipelago of the British Isles, and not actually a recognised country in its own right.
“Are they not supposed to be bowing down to and obeying President Trump?”
Correct. They’re not supposed to be “bowing down to and obeying President Trump”. Your President has no say over how other countries should act. None at all. And that you think he does says a lot about you.
What I find very amusing is that Trump sincerely believes that he has brow-beaten Canada and Mexico into doing his will, whereas the truth is that Canada and Mexico have simply agreed to continue to do what they had already agreed to do ages ago with former POTUS Biden.
He’s playing you for a fool. Which isn’t difficult in your case, because you are clearly one of the more gullible fools in the USA.
Now, it’s very possible that you are actually a Russian troll, and I have wasted my time replying to you. So be it. But then again, if my answer is seen by a bunch of MAGAts as a result, I’ve done my job.
Percy Phillips ate her lunch every day by herself in the park next to the pharmacy where she worked. On cold days, she tucked her frizzy hair into a wool cap and wrapped a hand-knitted scarf around her throat. On warm days, she held her ham sandwich in her left hand and an umbrella in her right to ward off the sun because of what her father told her as a child.
“Freckles look like tiny chocolate chips,” he’d say to her before tucking her in each night, kissing each one sprinkled across her nose.
One day that was neither too cold nor too hot, a man about her age sat down next to her.
“Expecting rain?” The stranger said, looking first at the cloudless blue sky then back to the umbrella firmly grasped in Percy’s hand. His voice was so calm and gentle that it didn’t occur to Percy that he might be teasing her.
“No, you see my dad always counted—” Percy stopped mid-sentence as she noticed the plethora of light and dark brown spots on her bench mate’s face.
“He counted…?” the man asked, smiling knowingly.
“He counted umbrellas, of course,” Percy replied, without considering how silly the statement sounded. She blushed, her face matching the warmth of the man’s smile. He wasn’t handsome in the traditional sense. His nose was crooked and his ears were small, but his chocolate chip brown eyes were intelligent and kind.
“I’m Philip,” he said, extending his right hand. In his left hand, he held onto the handles of a large picnic basket.
She laughed.
“Do you think Philip is a funny name?”
“Oh no,” she replied, now blushing deep enough to obscure her freckles. “Your name is my name. I’m Percy Phillips. And your name is Philip. It’s quite a coincidence.”
“Speaking of coincidences, were you stood up, too?” he asked wryly. “I was supposed to meet someone here for lunch this afternoon. A friend of a friend. Or rather, an acquaintance of an acquaintance. Now I’m feeling rather stupid.”
“Stupid? Hardly, I think you’re quite brave.”
“Brave? How so?”
“Well, first of all, you were willing to take a chance. My dad said you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.” Percy answered, acting as if her ham sandwich were a basketball. She pantomimed a fadeaway jumper. “I think your acquaintance’s acquaintance is the stupid one.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“You said first of all. Doesn’t that mean there’s a secondly to follow?”
“Oh, of course,” Percy continued. “Secondly, you were brave enough to sit next to a crazy woman with an open umbrella on a sunny day.”
“I just assumed you knew something I didn’t—like there would be a solar flare storm or an alien invasion later today.”
“The only thing I know is that my ham sandwich seems far less appealing than whatever is in your basket.”
Percy surprised herself at her bravado, but Philip made frivolous small talk seem less frivolous and small. On the contrary, she found herself hanging on his every word.
“I’ll make a deal with you, Miss Phillips,” Philip said. “If you can shoot your ham sandwich into that trash can from this bench, I’ll share my picnic basket with you.”
“And if I miss?”
“You’re not going to miss, Miss.”
“No, I believe you’re right. I’m not,” Percy responded, tossing the rest of her sandwich into the trash can across the path without the slightest hesitation.
The rest of Percy’s lunch hour passed too quickly for either of the former strangers. Over gourmet cheeses and between sips of sparkling cider, she learned that Philip was an engineer—not the kind of engineer who used slide rules, but the kind who drove trains. During that same conversation, Phillip learned that Percy’s father had passed away just three short weeks prior.
“This has been the first time I’ve smiled since,” she said quietly when he handed her a homemade chocolate chip cookie.
When the picnic basket was emptied, Philip stood and held Percy’s umbrella aloft while she gathered her things.
“Thank you for a wonderful lunch,” she said, standing, reluctant to leave. “I need to head back to work.”
“Well, I suppose it’s time for me to finish running my errands,” he said quietly. “May I walk you back to work?”
“Of course,” she smiled. “I work at the pharmacy. Right over there—” She pointed behind them. When she returned to look at his face, she noted a deep sadness flicker across his eyes.
“Well, I actually need to drop by the pharmacy. It’s one of my stops,” he mumbled, his eyes downcast, averting her gaze.
“It’s a wonderful shop,” Percy said, touching his arm. “It’s much more than a pharmacy. We sell groceries, craft beers, and even some household items…”
Percy was well aware that she was panicking. His somber look stopped her mid-sentence.
Without a word, he pulled out several prescriptions from his wallet and showed them to her. Cytoxan. Trexall. Temodar.
Up to this point, everything about her lunch in the park had been unfamiliar to Percy. She wasn’t the kind of girl who men found attractive. She seldom talked to anyone but customers. But now she was holding a few slips of paper she knew too well.
The prescriptions were for medications she had filled many times for her own father. Her brow furrowed as she calculated the dosage, a grim frown growing on her face as clearly as she felt Philip’s stare.
In an instant, her frown was replaced by a wide smile.
“This is fantastic, Phillip. I will fill your chemotherapy meds the moment I get behind the counter.” She turned to walk spryly to the pharmacy, Philip and his basket trailing close behind. “I’m so happy.”
“You are?” Phillip replied, genuinely surprised. “Why are you happy?”
“Because these prescriptions need to be refilled every seven days. Do you know what that means?” She stopped suddenly, turning nose-to-nose with him.
Phillip grinned.
“It means you have to come see me every week. That is if you don’t want to see me more often than that.”
“I’d like that.” Phillip responded, “I’d like that a lot.”
“Good,” Percy said, emphatically, leaning forward and kissing Phillip once on his freckle sprinkled nose. “Well what do you know, my dad was right?”
“How so,” Phillip asked, trying to suppress the red rush to his cheeks.
“He always said freckles looked like chocolate chips, I guess I had to learn on my own that they also tasted as sweet. Now are you coming or what?” She said as she turned back towards the pharmacy.”
“Of course, Percy Phillips. I’d follow you anywhere.” Phillip answered marching smartly behind her, truly anticipating whatever would come next.
USAID Update: DETAINED in Cairo, Egypt
I was detained in Cairo, Egypt as I was trying to record some footage of the USAID building. Tune in to find out what happened and hear updates.
Does China’s government lie to the Chinese people about the economy and foreign policy?
China is a perception based society which means they aren’t like Americans or Indians to blindly believe the news they hear
They look around them and decide how things are
They don’t swallow nonsense the way many Indian people do, through their mass media
So it is meaningless to LIE to the Chinese people on economy related issues
They see around them and they can PERCEIVE the situation
Likewise Chinese don’t CARE about foreign policy
None of the usual LAAL AANKH, LASER EYES, DUNKA etc that we Indians adore and love to hear
Unless it has the words Taiwan or Japan, nobody even gives an article a second look
So there is no inclination to lie for either situation
A good lesson
Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Glow-in-the-Dark Feed
Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for another rollicking adventure on Sir Whiskerton’s farm, where the animals are as eccentric as ever, and the mischief is always just a whisker away. Today’s tale involves Chef Remy LeRaccoon, his latest culinary invention, and a farm full of animals who are about to get a taste of something truly… illuminating. So, grab your sense of humor and let’s dive into The Case of the Glow-in-the-Dark Feed.
The Mad Scientist Strikes Again
It all began in Chef Remy LeRaccoon’s gourmet laboratory, a ramshackle shed on the edge of the farm filled with bubbling beakers, glowing concoctions, and the occasional explosion. Remy, a self-proclaimed “mad scientist” raccoon, was known for his bizarre culinary experiments, and today was no exception.
“Behold!” Remy declared, holding up a jar of glowing green pellets. “I call it… Luminofeed! The world’s first glow-in-the-dark animal feed! It’s nutritious, delicious, and guaranteed to make you the star of the barnyard!”
Rufus the Dog, who had wandered into the lab out of curiosity, tilted his head. “Glow-in-the-dark feed? Isn’t that a bit… unnecessary?”
“Unnecessary?!” Remy gasped, clutching his chest as if Rufus had insulted his grandmother. “My dear canine, this is a revolution in animal nutrition! Imagine the possibilities! Nighttime feedings will never be the same!”
Porkchop the Pig, who had been napping in the corner, snorted awake. “Glow-in-the-dark feed, huh? Does it taste like bacon?”
Remy sighed. “No, Porkchop, it does not taste like bacon. But it does taste like… science!”
Porkchop shrugged. “Eh, close enough. I’ll try anything once.”
The Ducks’ Dazzling Debut
With his invention ready, Remy decided to test it on the ducks first. After all, Ferdinand the Duck, the farm’s resident “singing sensation,” was always eager to try something new—especially if it involved attention.
“Ferdinand!” Remy called, holding out a bowl of Luminofeed. “I have a treat for you!”
Ferdinand waddled over, his feathers puffed up with pride. “A treat for me? Well, of course! I am, after all, the most talented duck on the farm. What is it?”
“It’s Luminofeed!” Remy said, his eyes gleaming. “The future of animal nutrition!”
Ferdinand peered at the glowing pellets. “Hmm. It’s… shiny. I like shiny things. Very well, I shall try it!” He took a bite, and within moments, his beak began to glow. “By Jove! I’m radiant! This is magnificent! I must sing its praises!”
And sing he did. Ferdinand launched into an operatic ode to Luminofeed, his glowing beak lighting up the barnyard like a tiny spotlight. The other ducks gathered around, clapping and quacking in admiration.
“Bravo, Ferdinand!” they cheered. “You’re a star!”
From his perch in the hay loft, Sir Whiskerton watched the spectacle with a raised eyebrow. “Well, Ditto,” he said, “it seems Ferdinand has found his calling as a glow-in-the-dark diva.”
Ditto, sitting beside Sir Whiskerton, echoed his mentor’s words. “Diva! Diva!” he chirped, his little tail flicking with excitement.
Echo, the tiny gray-and-white kitten who followed Ditto everywhere, added her own commentary. “Diva! Diva!” she repeated, her bright green eyes wide with wonder.
The Chickens’ Chaotic Confab
Next, Remy took his invention to the chickens. Doris the Hen, always the first to panic, was immediately suspicious.
“Glow-in-the-dark feed?” Doris squawked. “What in the name of clucking is that?!”
“It’s the future, Doris!” Remy said, holding out the bowl. “Try it! You’ll love it!”
Harriet, the slightly more level-headed hen, peered at the glowing pellets. “It does look… interesting. But what if it makes us glow too much? We don’t want to attract predators!”
Lillian, prone to fainting, gasped. “Predators?! Oh, I can’t bear it!” She promptly fainted into a pile of hay.
Doris clucked nervously. “See? This is why we can’t have nice things! Glow-in-the-dark feed is just asking for trouble!”
Remy sighed. “Ladies, please. It’s perfectly safe. I’ve tested it on myself!” He held up a glowing paw as proof.
Harriet hesitated, then took a cautious bite. Her beak began to glow, and she let out a surprised cluck. “Well, I’ll be. It’s… not bad.”
Doris, still skeptical, reluctantly tried a pellet. Her beak glowed, and she let out a grudging cluck. “Fine. It’s… acceptable. But if we start glowing in our sleep, I’m holding you responsible, Remy!”
The Geese’s Grandstanding
Finally, Remy approached the geese, led by the ever-proud Gertrude. She eyed the glowing feed with disdain.
“Glow-in-the-dark feed?” Gertrude honked. “What nonsense is this? We geese are already the most magnificent creatures on this farm. We don’t need glowing feed to prove it!”
Remy grinned. “Ah, but imagine how much more magnificent you’ll be with a glowing beak! You’ll be the envy of every bird in the county!”
Gertrude considered this, then nodded. “Very well. We shall try it. But only because we are gracious and open-minded.”
The geese took their first bites, and soon their beaks were glowing like tiny lanterns. Gertrude puffed out her chest. “Behold! We are even more glorious than before! Bow before us, lesser creatures!”
From the hay loft, Sir Whiskerton rolled his eyes. “And there they go, inflating their already overinflated egos. Honestly, Ditto, it’s a wonder they can even fly with all that pride.”
Ditto giggled. “Pride! Pride!” he echoed.
Echo, not to be outdone, added her own commentary. “Pride! Pride!” she repeated, her tiny voice filled with mock seriousness.
The Moral of the Story
As the sun set and the barnyard glowed with the light of Luminofeed, Sir Whiskerton reflected on the day’s events. “Well, Ditto,” he said, “it seems Chef Remy’s invention has been a success—albeit a chaotic one.”
Ditto nodded eagerly. “Success! Success!”
“Indeed,” Sir Whiskerton continued. “The moral of the story is this: Sometimes, a little innovation can bring out the best—and the most ridiculous—in all of us. And while glowing feed may not be necessary, it certainly makes life more entertaining.”
Ditto clapped his tiny paws. “Entertaining! Entertaining!”
Echo, ever the mimic, added her own applause. “Entertaining! Entertaining!”
And with that, Sir Whiskerton settled back into his perch, content in the knowledge that once again, the farm was full of laughter, light, and just a little bit of madness.
The End.
Why did Trump ‘rescind’ the freeze on $3 trillion in Federal Programs and grants? Doesn’t he want to show MAGA he can cut off Medicaid, Meals on Wheels and every other Fed Program including roads, bridges and infrastructure and training?
To paraphrase Trump, who would have thought that destroying the Federal govt and putting 100 million or more lives in peril would be so complicated.
Let’s recap:
Trump’s supporters love this, they have no idea that it is affecting them, but those nasty old people getting Meals on Wheels, they don’t deserve to eat.
Press Sec Leavitt said it was Biden’s fault that congress passed laws to help the American people and Biden was out of control. Damn you Congress, why did you pass those laws, why did you appropriate money including Republicans. Oh, that’s your job?
Trump then found out chaos is not the way the run government all the time. You cannot just say, hey 100 million or more Americans, fuck you, I am not going to let Congress do it’s constitutional duty, I am changing and saying I don’t like those seniors or medicaid recipients. No way are the millions and millions getting anything that Congress passed and Presidents including the fool himself, Trump signed.
So where are we?
Trump wants to just make a helluva lot of noise. He wants to show his MAGA supporters that he is doing what he was elected in that landslide to do.
Now the Dems are so lame they cannot even make statements without tripping over themselves like Chuck Schumer.
Never mind, Trump had to back down. Message sent, message received and right back at you Donald.
Will it matter? Of course not, this is chaos theory and Trump could care less. Remember his net worth has gone up some say $58 billion in the past few weeks on his crypto exchange.
Who gives a damn about seniors and poor people when you are stealing billions.
The zombie apocalypse is not just started, it is already moving rapidly. Not yet out of control but it is happening.
Should we now be sourcing arms from the likes of Poland, France, and Italy to reduce dependency on the USA?
Puppet presidents in the countries in Europe need to be removed. These people are traitor to their people and country. Because the United States helped to put them in office. And the reason was because they ultimately served the United States in their interests not the actual country that they’re the president of.
Technically Russia is a country of Europe. In the United States has enjoyed indirect dominance over the other countries and keeping them down. I reassuring that the divide between Russia and the rest of the countries stays and continues to be a problem. Real effort from the countries in Europe on their own needs to be done to correct that divide. United States does not want Russia and the countries in Europe to be allies. That would truly empower them and definitely make them not something that can be controlled by the US.
Right now the biggest threat to do your countries in Europe is the United States. It is not actually Russia. United States wants you to stay sidetracked with that. So they can further do things for their own shady agenda.
What are the reasons for opposition to Trump’s steel and aluminum tariff policy? What potential economic consequences could result from this decision?
What are the reasons for opposition to Trump’s steel and aluminum tariff policy? What potential economic consequences could result from this decision?
What are the reasons for opposition to Trump’s steel and aluminum tariff policy? Ignorance, leftist propaganda, lack of critical thinking, and just maybe pure stupidity?
What potential economic consequences could result from this decision? Well DUH! Making America Great Again!
The USA became the greatest country in the world in less than 100 years after George Washington became our first president, something no other nation ever even came close to doing. AND guess what, it was primarily done with tariffs on imports. Tariffs paid for almost the total cost of the federal government right up to the early 1900s. The only other sources of federal income were excise taxes.
During WWII the USA was the arsenal of the good guys producing most of the equipment and munitions used by the Allies all over the world and was the greatest manufacturing nation on earth. Even today, the USA is second only to China and not by much. So how did Chinja pass the USA in manufacturing? They made manufacturers all over the world an offer that was too good to be true. Produce your goods in China at a fraction of the cost. The USA and virtually every other manufacturing nation got conned into exporting their manufacturing expertise to China, China set up clone manufacturing operations to produce the same goods for China, and China put high tariffs on goods manufactured in their home countries.
That’s right, China’s tariffs are higher than The USA’s tariffs. So why steel and aluminum? The USA already produces steel and aluminum, and in order to expand manufacturing in the USA, especially war material, the USA needs to assure that we do not need to import steel and aluminum in the future since they are key materials needed for consumer goods as well as weapons and munitions.
Those tariffs will raise the cost of imported steel and aluminum and incentivize the expansion of domestic production. That is what the USA did in the first hundred years, that is what China did and that’s what practically every other nation on earth has done to avoid any need to import key materials from an enemy nation.
“Do you know what I like best about eating humans?”The Silkenskin smiled at me, its voice soft and melodious and full of death in some lesser-known underground caverns near the cave of Lascaux. The place where Silkenskins had landed.I considered the Silkenskin’s remark progress in our encounter. An hour ago, the Silkenskin didn’t even acknowledge me, except to say, “Get out of my bed.” The pile of material like satin sheets I knew to be its shed skin apparently qualified as a bed.I reached out and casually touched the translucent waxy face. It felt like touching a woman’s freshly exfoliated and lotioned cheek through a Hermes silk scarf. It didn’t feel like my feminine skin, but I spent much of my waking life in dark, humid, dirty places. I promised myself a facial when this was over. My colleague Dr. Rafe Heller constantly teased me about my appearance.Rafe Heller prided himself on being bold enough to touch a Silkenskin. When he said he was the first, I didn’t correct him. After all, that first time twenty years ago during a teenage camping trip, I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the creatures. This time, I was here as a member of the Agency for Monster Oversight, Research and Eradication (AMORE for short). But the danger hadn’t lessened.Especially since I was supposed to bring this one back alive for study.I slowly retreated and sat cross-legged on the other side of the cavern.“Do you know what I like best about eating humans?”“Tell me.”“The Nosferatu say they like the essence.” The creature slowly sat in a mimic of me. “But I understand that this is, for you humans, saying you like water. You need water to live. We need to eat to live. We also like the taste. But I wasn’t planning to eat you.”“Really.”“Of course not. If you sat and talked to a cow, would you make hamburger of it afterwards?”“I grew up on a farm, so maybe.”
The creature grinned and swayed its head from side to side. That was all the answer I was going to get.
“What is your name?”
The creature made a series of sounds like pans clanging together.
“Can you translate for me?”
“You could not pronounce my name.”
“You seem to speak English fairly well.”
“One must know one’s prey. What is your name?”
“Ashley Guevara.”
“Assh-lei. You are…female?”
“How did you know? By smell?”
It nodded. “I like eating males better than females. More…meat, and it is sweeter.”
I would have to remember to tell t Rafe. “Is that so?”
“Do you eat babies?”
“Babies? Children? No.” The Silkenskin shook its head. “Our females have live young. I am male, by the way. Why do you ask me all these questions?”
I shrugged. “So you won’t eat me.”
The Silkenskin made the sound that I thought was laughter. “Very good. Inventive. I am wondering why you are here.”
I held up my backpack and pick. “I’m a geologist. I study rocks.”
“I look to humans like a rock?”
I laughed. “Not in the least. But I’d heard rumors about you…I wouldn’t have become a scientist if I wasn’t curious.”
“So why are you not studying your rocks?”
I got my pick and started digging, hoping the creatures didn’t know anything about geology. “You’ve been such fascinating company, I guess I forgot.”
“You should not forget.” The voice never wavered in its melody. “There are others of my kind in this area. Approaching close now. They will not sit and talk to you.”
“How soon?”
It shrugged its whole body. “I do not know your time measures. By darkness?”
Through the mouth of the cave that the afternoon sun was fading. I hadn’t much time. If I could just lure it closer…
“There is a way…I could protect you, for a while…we are bound by the codes of our kind.”
“What is it?”
The Silkenskin smiled. “You will not like it.”
I knew that, but I also knew that this might be the only way to win over the creature.
“Try me.”
“I must mate with you.”
I took it in stride because I felt numb from shock. “Is…mating with a human even possible for you?”
“Not to bear young, but yes, it has been done.”
“What makes you think, after you told me you eat humans just for the fun of it, that I would consider mating with you?”
“Because you want to capture me, and you would do anything to win my trust.”
I stumbled, and the creature caught me in hands like luxurious lamb’s wool. I leapt away and stood defiantly.
“You touched me,” the creature said.
“Can you read my thoughts now?”
“No. Only at the time of contact. And I would know anyway once we mate.”
“You know then that I consider you a monster.”
It shrugged. “I am used to this from your kind.”
“You know that I want to see all of you locked up.”
“Not killed.”
“We’re not like you.”
“You kill small animals for sport. You kill each other for gain. You kill people because they look different and call it a just war.”
I hated to admit it, but it–he–was seductive the way John Milton’s Satan was seductive.
“Look, we don’t want, to wipe out your species. But we’re not going to let you run free when you’re a danger.”
“This is what I wanted from you, your honesty. Not clumsy delays and pretending to dig. You did not know what you were doing, otherwise you would have realized that your digging would cause a large stalactite to fall on you.”
I looked up. He was right. I looked into his gemstone eyes.
“If you know all this about me, why do you want to mate with me?”
“Among my people, I am considered odd because I talk to my prey and let them go.”
“But you eat humans too.”
“Enough that I am not considered…sympathetic to you. You, your race, fascinate me, but I am not sympathetic.”
“Then we have something in common.”
“We each desire knowledge of the other. That is why you will mate with me.”
“If you’re expecting me to just let you go, I won’t. I have a commitment to fulfill.”
The hiss of silk outside told me that company was arriving, and I saw that the shadows in the cave entrance looked like a prison gate.
I looked back at him. He sat motionless. The only urgency was in his voice.
“If you would decide, decide now. They come. I can signal them not to enter, but you must choose now.”
“They will honor your request?”
“Mating is a sacred thing with us, but first you must say yes.”
The reasons not to say yes would fill the cavern.
My voice was as soft as his. “We don’t have data on your…practices. How do I–”
He moved quickly to the entrance and emitted those sounds. This time, they reminded me of bongo drums. The sounds outside stopped.
“We will not be disturbed.”
He turned back to me and strolled back. He moved like a grasshopper, though his legs were built like a human’s. He motioned for me to sit, and I sat, noticing the ground was warm. He sat so that his skin brushed mine. I felt electricity move through me and decided it was the effect of that Spock-like touch telepathy he possessed.
His name was Lhere.
“Trust me.”
I do.
Frightened by my own surrender, I swallowed and said, “They ought to give me the Nobel Prize for this.”
* * *
I woke from my well-earned post-mating slumber. A Silkenskin, who was definitely not Lhere, loomed over me. I was exhausted but determined to put up a good fight. Lhere lay motionless.
I crawled to Lhere and touched him, resulting in an overwhelming urge to kill the Silkenskin near him.
Before I could act, the creatures retreated.
The tall, muscular figure that appeared provoked my new primal instincts. I growled and got to my feet.
The beam from a four-battery flashlight blinded me. Rafe’s voice helped me to clear my head. “What happened to you? Did you leave it alive?”
I lifted Lhere, surprisingly light in my arms. He was either unconscious or playing dead.
“He needs help,” I said again.
Rafe nodded, not asking any questions. “The airplane is waiting.”
* * *
CNN trucks and helicopters surrounded the Spanish-style buildings in the lush Brazilian jungle. The reporters’ perfect hairdos withstood the heat through a ton of hairspray. “We have a mole,” I said to Rafe as the van drove through the crowd.
Rafe swerved to avoid three Fox News cameramen. “They can’t get through the security system.”
“What about the leak?”
“We’ll plug it later.”
Electronic gates slammed shut behind us, but some of the reporters were already climbing the walls.
I stayed in the back of the van with Lhere, who was in a pet safety cage, the safest place for him. I couldn’t let Rafe know my concern or my fear.
“You let the other creatures go?”
“They let us go. They fled.”
“They’ve never been afraid of humans before.”
“They were afraid of you.”
Rafe looked back at me, and I saw he was afraid, too.
I moved closer to the bars and watched over Lhere, worrying because for the first time, he looked helpless.
When I spoke, it was as if someone else had taken over my voice.
“They’re iodine based. If you have any thermometers in the place, break one and give him a transfusion. He should recover.”
* * *
Three days later, Rafe, protesting, allowed me inside the replica of a Silkenskin den and then retreated into an alcove where he and the rest of our team watched me wait for Lhere to awaken.
I’d left my recorder in the outer labs, with strict instructions that no one except Rafe was to listen to my interview with Lhere.
Interview with the Silkenskin. I could make a bundle writing a tell-all book, but I wasn’t interested in fame or money. I didn’t know what motivated me anymore.
Lhere stirred and opened his eyes. I knelt beside him. “Are you okay?”
“I bear the pain. Did you heal me?”
I couldn’t hear him and hoped he wasn’t hearing me. “I guess so.”
“I told you how?”
I smiled. “I learned a lot of things from you when we…touched.”
“And I from you. So much so that I became weak and told my kin that I would leave humans alone for as long as you were mated to me.”
“That’s why your kin attacked us.” I felt a stirring of guilt. “Because you mate for life.”
“Correct. However, my other mates will shun me now, and my hemas will attempt to kill me. Word spreads quickly among my kind.”
I touched him without revulsion. I was in the power position now. “You sacrificed much to mate with me.”
“Was it not so in the Garden of Eden?”
I laughed out of surprise. “But you knew I planned to capture you.”
“You planned to conquer me. And you have. But I have also conquered you. You can no more live among your kind than I can among mine.”
I tried to think of what to say, but his next words made me gasp.
“Even if your kind sit and study both of us in one of your laboratories. Do you think I cannot smell them near?”
I looked at my lap. “No. And you know that your kin would have returned in the hundreds and killed us by now.”
“They were afraid of you before.”
Did he know my mind? “You were unconscious.”
“I know my own kind. They were afraid of you. And your kind must now fear us both.” Lhere smiled at me. I sensed no bitterness or hatred from him. “You are as much a prisoner as I am. The question is, will we stay that way?”
I turned to look at where Rafe stood monitoring us.
Lhere smiled at me and emitted some of those strange sounds…sounds that I still could not decipher but gave me a feeling of dread in my stomach.
“Rafe,” I shouted.
Suddenly, shouts from the corridor turned the whole thing into a dark comedy..
“…bring down AMORE for sure.”
“…hear what’s on that tape! She actually…”
“…can’t actually air that, we’d get fired.”
“The hell we can’t.”
Rafe stepped out of the alcove and faced Lhere. “Kill me, right now.”
Suddenly, screams from the corridor echoed, and I heard the hiss of silk like a pit of snakes.
I turned to Lhere. “This is why you wanted to mate with me. You knew you could arrange an ambush through me.”
“Chiefly, yes. And…for scientific reasons as well.”
“But they attacked you…”
“I was weak.” He grinned. “I…convinced them it was all a ruse, for your benefit.”
“And they believed that?”
“Irrelevant. They could not lose the singular opportunity I offered.”
“We can defeat you. We have advanced technology.”
“Perhaps.”
Rafe ran into the doorway, hypodermic in hand, before I could call out. I didn’t hear a scream, but I grieved for him and for my own folly.
I didn’t have much time to regret or repent my sins before Lhere’s fangs slipped smoothly into my skin.
“I thought you said you preferred males.”
“I also said I preferred pregnant women.”
“I’m pregnant? You said a human couldn’t–”
“I had thought so, but it seems I was wrong.”
“Another fact Rafe could lecture on if he were still alive…humans get knocked up instantly by Silkenskins. And Silkenskins do eat their mates.”
“Only human ones. And I cannot allow this child to live either. It is…an unknown variable and might cause my kind to war with each other.”
“You won’t kill my child.”
I reached up to claw at him, but I felt something warm seep through me, and I couldn’t move…his venom paralyzed instantly. I had to fight…
“Assh-lei, I never told you what I like best about eating humans.”
I saw Rafe, gasping, crawl back into the chamber. He looked like he’d lost a fight with a semi-truck. But in his hand was a bucket of acid.
If I was going to die, I was going to die as I lived: getting knowledge.
“You like…” I swallowed, throat wobbling. “You like the salt of our skin.”
“The first puncture of the epidermis, like biting into an apple.”
His fangs were deep inside my flesh.
“You hate the essence because it makes you…drunk?”
“I like the sweetness of the bones. The marrow has…something in it that counteracts the intoxication of the essence.”
“You can taste my cells. My very…nuclei.”
“Like you eating caviar.”
Behind us, Rafe screamed and dumped the acid on Lhere.
I felt that the acid had no effect on Lhere. It bounced right off his skin. I reached a hand to his face.
“Tell your friend it was a valiant effort.”
I stroked his face.
“Why do you touch me?”
I shook my head. “I…”
“Pulling my fangs will not hurt me.”
I shuddered. “You like best…tasting our souls.”
“Especially yours…my mate…AAAGH!”
One of the Silkenskins had its fangs in him. I looked into its eyes and read the first rule of conspiracies: kill the assassins. Especially ones that mated with humans.
I attacked the Silkenskin with all my strength. The Silkenskin’s flailing hands didn’t even bruise my skin.
Rafe shouted at me and lunged for me. Lhere shook off his attacker and made quick work of him before going after Rafe. I hopped onto Lhere’s back.
“Take me out of here.”
“Where?” He smiled with irony. “There is no place for you, and none for me. And none for our child, our hema.”
The first Human-Silkenskin child.
Everything was silent. Several Silkenskins gathered in the lab’s entrance and looked at Lhere expectantly.
“Don’t tell me. You’re a pack structure too, and that was the alpha you just killed.”
Lhere smiled and made the bongo drum sounds.
He was telling them to shove off and leave us alone.
“We were sent to communicate with your race. Our very nature has jeopardized that mission. And yet you killed us rather than learn from us.”
“We were afraid.”
“As were we. We were part of an experiment too.”
“Experiment?”
“To see if we could live with others not of our kind. Our world…is dying.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No sorrier than I am. We cannot live with others. I had hoped…”
“You didn’t mean for them to attack us. You meant them to communicate…you hoped that mating with me would…But then you…”
“I too failed to rise above my nature…for the first time in my life.”
The truth of his words came through our mental bond, and I slapped him. “You’ve never eaten a human in your life, have you?”
“I hate the taste of humans.”
I laughed, as much at my own prejudice as him. “But you did mate with one…”
“To no avail.”
I curled myself around him. “I don’t know. Seems to me that getting a human to mate with you isn’t a failure. Who do you present the good news to?”
“Our Council on my homeworld. They have been waiting now for three decades for news.”
“I thought your world was dying.”
“In five years it will…and we have never lived anywhere else.”
“Well…there’s a first for everything. Like a Silkenskin mating with a human…and that was another lie, wasn’t that? None of you have done it with a human.”
“No. But you sidestep the issues. My kind have killed yours.”
“And they’ll go on unless we make a trip right now to see your council. Will you go with me?”
“Do you know what I like best about humans?”
I grinned at him as the Silkenskins hustled us out of the lab. “What?”
He didn’t answer until we were underground, near some sort of misty-white column that served basically as the subway between the Silkenskin planet and Earth.
Lhere smiled at me just before we stepped into the conduit and held my hand. “Humans are full of surprises.”
You Are Not Crazy. Companies Won’t Hire Americans
Does the United States regard Ukraine and the Philippines as friends or tools?
Tools of course.
Just look at the situation in February 2025, if Ukraine is truly a “friend” of the US, would the US still be asking for “anything we can get” from Ukraine?
As for the Philippines, it behaves like the black sheep among ASEAN countries, as it is the only one willing to serve as a “vanguard” for the US in the region among the 10 members. Given the consistent actions of the US, I am very concerned that the Philippines may become the next Ukraine.
Let’s see a recent example. On Feb 18, a Philippine C-208 reconnaissance aircraft illegally intruded into China’s territorial airspace over Huangyan Dao without permission of the Chinese government. In response, Chinese PLA tracked and monitored the Philippine reconnaissance aircraft in accordance with law and regulations, and expelled it.
As expected, foreign media representatives, including an AP journalist and an AFP photographer, invited by the Philippine side, filmed the incident. On the same day, Philippine Secretary of Foreign Affairs Enrique Manalo spoke to the Financial Times. During the interview, Manalo accused China’s military aircraft of being “reckless” and “unprofessional,” while claiming that he had been “reassured” by the US’ reaffirmation last week of its commitment to its alliance with the Philippines.
The statement released by the Chinese side later revealed a shocking detail: the Philippine C-208 aircraft repeatedly and unauthorizedly changed its flight altitude, descending 920 meters in 218 seconds, dangerously crossing the altitude level of Chinese patrol helicopters. This extremely dangerous and unprofessional flying behavior is highly likely to trigger unforeseen incidents in the sea and air, clearly carrying deliberate provocative nature.
To put it more bluntly: the Philippine military descended rapidly from high altitude and headed straight towards the PLA’s military helicopter.
The timing and coordination of the Philippines’ actions could not be more obvious: another carefully planned political show by the Philippines. This series of actions has become a familiar routine: provoke conflict, invite foreign media to film and report, and create a “China threat” narrative in order to gain more international support. This time, to portray China as a “villain,” some in the Philippines have even copied the Western-favored narrative of “reckless flight.”
The Philippines’ provocations do not change the legal deficiencies in its claims over the South China Sea. At the 61st Munich Security Conference last week, the Chinese expert cited the 1898 Paris Treaty, which states that the Philippines’ western maritime boundary is set at 118°E longitude, to question Manalo: “How come that the Huangyan Dao and Ren’ai Jiao, which lie outside this boundary, were sitting in the Philippine territory?” Manalo chose to avoid the question by shifting to another topic. This once again exposes the lack of legal basis for the Philippines’ claims and highlights who is truly being “reckless” and “unprofessional” on the South China Sea issue.
After the meeting between Manalo and US Secretary of State Marco Rubio at the Munich Security Conference, the Philippines chose to provoke China again. It appears that Manila is trying hard to prove to the new US administration that it can play a crucial role in the US’ “Indo-Pacific Strategy.” However, the US views the Philippines merely as a pawn in its strategic layout in the Asia-Pacific region. If the Philippines blindly follows and believes in the US, it will ultimately become a victim of great power competition, suffering more than it gains.
Nothing-Burger? U.S. Obligation to Defend the Philippines in the South China Sea – Part II « Law# « Cambridge Core Blog
A post from authors in the Asian Journal of International Law about the role of the US and the Philippines in the South China Sea.
This Southeast Asian country seems to be caught in a dangerous predicament. From repeatedly hyping the issue of its illegally grounded warship to consistently using “fishing boats” and “fisheries aircraft” to intrude upon Chinese territory while falsely portraying itself as a “victim,” the Philippines continues to recycle a political script driven by strategic calculation and diplomatic performance. What this reveals is not a sense of “reassurance” as stated by Manalo, but rather the Philippines’ nervousness. However, whether it is professional research or the current situation, it is clear that the Philippines’ “wishful thinking” is destined to fail.
Pepperoncini Beef
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Ingredients
1 (3 pound) beef chuck roast
4 cloves garlic, sliced
1 (16 ounce) jar pepperoncini
Instructions
Make small cuts in roast, and insert garlic slices in cuts.
Place roast in slow cooker, and pour the entire contents of the jar of pepperoncini, including liquid, over meat.
Cook on LOW for 6 to 8 hours.
Serve on sub rolls with cheese.
Slow Train, Warm Time
In an era where China’s high-speed trains race at 350 kilometers per hour, a fleet of public welfare slow trains, averaging less than 40 kilometers per hour, continues to chug along the tracks in remote mountainous regions. These green-painted trains may seem out of sync with today’s speed-obsessed world, yet they play an indispensable role in the blueprint of rural revitalization.
The public welfare slow train is a lifeline for people in remote mountainous areas. In the rugged terrains in regions such as Hebei, Yunnan, Sichuan, and Guizhou provinces, 81 pairs of these trains operate year-round, with the lowest fare of one yuan (15.5 US cents). They fulfill the basic needs of local residents, including daily commutes, agricultural product transportation, and student travel. In areas not yet reached by the high-speed rail network, these slow trains are the only link between rural villages and urban centers, offering a path of hope for mountain dwellers to connect with the outside world.
The public welfare slow train is a practitioner of targeted poverty alleviation. In Liangshan Yi Autonomous Prefecture, the 5633/5634 train is known as the “Poverty Alleviation Special” by locals. Villagers along the route use this train to transport agricultural products to cities, creating new avenues for income generation. The train even features dedicated carriages for agricultural goods, providing free transport services and helping thousands of households increase their income each year. This “railway + poverty alleviation” model has turned the slow train into an engine driving rural economic development.
The public welfare slow train is a catalyst for urban-rural integration. In the fast-paced modern world, these trains offer urban residents a unique way to experience rural life. An increasing number of city dwellers are choosing to travel on slow trains to explore the countryside, boosting rural tourism. This two-way flow fosters cultural exchange and economic interaction between urban and rural areas, injecting new vitality into rural revitalization.
While high-speed trains represent the speed of China’s development, the leisurely pace of public welfare slow trains reflects the warmth of its progress. In an era that prioritizes efficiency, the preservation of these slow trains demonstrates the nation’s commitment to people’s livelihoods. The public welfare slow train is not merely a mode of transportation; it is a vital link connecting urban and rural areas, promoting common prosperity, and continuing to play an irreplaceable role in the journey toward rural revitalization.
Have you ever found something in your home that was hidden by the previous owners?
My family did not have much money. We rented until I was in the 6th grade and then bought an older Victorian style house that had been made into a two family. My parents and my Uncle and Aunt bought it in partnership. The house had been in the previous owners family since it was built over 100 years prior.
While searching through some of the old relics in the attic we came across a class group picture of the local high school many years old. It turned out that this picture included my dad, who graduated from that HS the same year as one of previous owners sons.
What made it especially significant is the following. My dad’s family had very little money. When he graduated from HS (the only one in his family) he had the option of either buying a class ring or buying the class picture. He chose the class ring to give it to one of his sisters. Great kindness. So, here he was many years later, and he had his HS picture. We were thoroughly impressed. I still have that picture.
What made your “jaw drop” during a job interview?
This was back in September 2017 during our campus placements. There is this company called Mindteck that visited our campus for recruitment. I managed to clear the online aptitude round and was shortlisted for their interview round. This was the first job interview that I was about to attend in my lifetime.
In between the aptitude round and the interviews, we had around an hour gap. So we were all waiting in the cafeteria for our turn. Others were going through interview questions, people were discussing stuff between them. I, however, believe in keeping myself stress-free and avoided any discussion or last-minute study.
However, the guy sitting beside me had a surprising question for me. He asked me if I could display “Hello World” in C language without using a semi-colon (;). This was actually the first thing that you learn while working in C, to print Hello World. Although I haven’t worked in C since my graduation days, I remember the code:
#include<stdio.h>
int main()
{
printf(“Hello World”);
return 0;
}
Pardon if there are any errors, it has been almost 3 years since I last used C but the thing is, this one has a semi-colon in line 4. Without a semi-colon, the code won’t compile. So the question seemed interesting to me and I grew curious about it. He explained the unconventional code to me:
#include<stdio.h>
void main()
{
if(printf(“hello world”)){}
}
Well, this was amazing and new to me. I smiled at him and went back to my seclusion mode.
I was the first one to be interviewed from the pool of 20 odd shortlisted students. I was asked about Sorting, Searching algorithms, queries related to Database etc. Then I was asked if I could write a code snippet in C.
I said, Yes.
The interviewer asked me to write a code to display Hello World without using a semicolon. That made my ‘jaw-drop’! I was like… “Whaaaat?” I happily took the paper and wrote the code and the interviewer seemed impressed.
That one minute talk with that guy helped me learn this trick which I was required to implement just after fifteen minutes! Talk about coincidence!
I used to have a sports car. It was a red convertible. And I enjoyed it immensely.
It had a turbo.
It also had a phone that I added to it.
I was so “mod”. Really cool. I would drive it all over Indiana, where I bought it. When we moved to Kentucky, we drove it up and down the green, green lush hills. And when we moved to Mississippi, we would drive it through the deep pine forests there.
One day, we were driving though the pine forests when we blew a gasket in the turbo-charger.
And after the initial “boom”, a thick billowing cloud of smoke followed the car. I mean it was amazing. I really don’t know what was going on, but it was a white cloud making machine.
Sigh.
Cost and arm and a leg to repair.
A long story. Anyways, we sold the car to a friend, and he paid for the repairs and took over our car payments. And that was that.
But guys, I failed.
Having a sports car with a turbo needs SPECIAL maintenance. And I was not doing it. (One layoff, followed by another, then yet another layoff. It’s tough being an American). So I failed my car.
Take care of what you have. Do not take them for granted.
Things.
Pets.
People.
And that is enough for today. Let’s move on…
Does DeepSeek, the Chinese AI start-up, have government backing, and how does it align with China’s AI regulatory framework?
DeepSeek has no government funding.
It was not even funded by the Chinese big names like Alibaba and Tencent, which are also AI luminaries.
You may even say it is a “Johnny come lately”.
The founder, Liang Wenfeng, is an unknown and has been described as mysterious.
He born into a family of teachers in an impoverished village near the southern city of Zhanjiang. He was a gifted student, mastered university-level math in middle school, and graduated with an electronic information degree from the prestigious University of Zhejiang. He co-founded High-Flyer, a successful quantity hedge fund. Liang is enthusiastic about AGI (artificial general intelligence). He spun off DeepSeek from High-Flyer to this cause.
His background and career testify to the meritocracy of China. He is an example of the potentials inherent in the Chinese talent pool from the millions of STEM graduates each year.
His achievement earned him an invitation to the round table conference with PM Li Qiang.
Trump’s Ukraine ‘Peace’ Trap EXPOSED: Putin & China CRUSH His Plan w/ Ben Norton
Chipotle Roast for Tacos and Sandwiches
Steak Tacos with Chipotle Sauce 3 scaled
Yield: 6 to 8 servings
Ingredients
1 (3 pound) chuck roast, trimmed of visible fat
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon pepper
2 teaspoons chili powder
2 teaspoons cumin
3 chipotle chiles in adobo, chopped
1 (4 ounce) can green chiles
1 (7 ounce) can salsa verde
1 cup sliced onion
3 teaspoons minced garlic
1 cup beef broth
Instructions
Place chuck roast in large slow cooker and sprinkle with the salt and pepper, chili powder and cumin.
Add the remaining ingredients and simmer on HIGH for 5 hours or on LOW for 7-8 hours.
Shred the meat with a fork and simmer on high for additional 10-15 minutes.
Serve in enchiladas, tacos or on crusty rolls with the juice for dipping.
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What’s the trickiest business you’ve ever figured out how it works?
Ms. Tatoda’s story reminds me of what the cartels (yup, drug dealers) do in Mexico…
In Mexico, gasoline distribution is no longer using trucks. So from the Refinery, Gasoline will be transported to distribution centers using pipes. Once it has reached the distribution centers, it will use trucks to be transported to the surrounding gas stations.
So what do these Mexican cartels do? They pay people at oil refineries, at ports, or at places that are the main sources/delivery points of oil, to get information on what time and on which pipeline the gasoline will be delivered.
Then what they do is they find a fairly quiet place that the pipe passes through, then they dig the ground to the pipe (which is about 1.8 meters deep), then they install a tap. Something like this.
When the gasoline flows according to schedule, they open the taps and they are ready to accommodate it through trucks like this.
Don’t forget the price of gasoline is around 70 USD – 100 USD per barrel, or around 2 USD per liter (Rp. 30,000 / liter). And 1 m3 (1 cubic meter) can hold approximately 1000 liters. One pick up (depending on the pick up), it feels like it has a trunk of 1.5 x 1.5 m or 2.25 m2 (square meters). So 1 pick up (rough calculation) can carry approximately 2000 liters of gasoline, again depending on the pick up and how they “pack” it. What do they do then? they sell it to fences / collectors? usually at half price..
Why do I know this…?
Well, the problem is one day… the installed faucet leaks…
Then what happened?
People flocked to bring their jerrycans and filled them with petrol…
They filled their jerrycans, laughed, sprayed each other with the expensive but free gasoline on their bodies,… As the night went on, more and more people came with their jerrycans… euphoria….
But when night fell.. boom. the pipeline exploded, it turned out that among the “cheerleaders” there were those who were smoking… the gasoline that was splattered everywhere produced fire that was splattered everywhere too… Then people ran like living torches, with fire burning all over their bodies..
73 fatalities.. and the whole world knows about this…
all important elements for the semiconductor industry and other technologies like fiber optics. Now China has eliminated other elements critical for technology. Here’s a quote from the article:
China announced export controls on several elements critical to the production of modern high-tech products. The measure took effect upon announcement on Tuesday.
They include tungsten, tellurium, bismuth, molybdenum and indium, many of which are designated as critical minerals by the U.S. Geological Survey, meaning they are essential to U.S. economic or national security that have supply chains vulnerable to disruption.
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Wild and flourishing, the ivy grew rapidly, rushing along the surface of the stone wall. The creeping vines found every imperfection in the man-made surface which to use as purchase. Reaching the top and spilling over, the growth finally began to slow, eventually stopping altogether. Elara removed her hand from once was an old, rusted torch mount.
Gasps from behind startled her, and she quickly turned to see a small group of women standing a few yards away. Forcing a pleasant smile, Elara bowed and moved quickly along the road and quickly donned the thick cotton gloves she never went without.
Since Elara was six years old, she has had the ability to turn anything she touched into plant life. The people in her small town of Woodshire considered her ability to be a gift from the gods. Elara, however, saw her gift as a curse rather than a blessing.
While her abilities received praise and she was treated well enough, everyone kept their distance. Though her ability brought forth the beauty of nature, an innate fear was instilled in the townsfolk that a single touch would cause them to become one of her transformations. Too terrified to test this theory, Elara spent the next twenty years of her life never knowing the touch of another living being, human or animal.
Having no effect on plant-made items, such as clothing, she kept her hands covered in thick cotton gloves. Even this did nothing to convince the locals that it was safe to interact with her.
Thoughts heavy, Elara made her way back to the church, where she resided. Just as she reached the hall to her room, she found one of the nuns standing before her door. The young woman bowed quickly upon seeing her.
“The bishop would like a word with you before you retire for the evening.” Elara donned her normal pleasant smile, which had become more of a mask than any true emotion.
“Thank you, Annette, I will head to his chambers now.”
The young woman bowed quickly again before turning and fleeing down the hall. Sighing, Elara headed back the way she had come, taking a branching hallway that led to the bishop’s chambers. Ensuring her gloves were in place, she knocked and waited for permission before entering. The ancient man was bent over his large desk, one of the few pieces of furniture in his chambers.
“Ah, Elara, thank you for coming so quickly.” Normally, he would invite his visitors to sit. She had never received such an invitation and did not expect one now.
“You received a missive from Daralon, the capitol city.” Along with the disbelief that anyone would write to her, she also found herself bothered that rather than deliver a missive that had apparently been for her, the man had taken it upon himself to read it first.
“It is a summons. King Alden has requested an audience. An escort should be here shortly to retrieve you.”
Elara was struck silent, unsure how to respond or even what to think. Though revered as some gift from the heavens, she had been ultimately ignored for the majority of her life. To think that her existence was even known to the King was difficult to fathom, much less that he requested an audience with her.
“To be fairly honest, I cannot begin to even imagine why the King would summon you, but we cannot ignore his summons.” Elara tried not to be offended at the old man’s words. “You will spend from tomorrow until the retinue arrives preparing for court. You are to report to Katarina first thing in the morning. You may go.”
After a respectful bow, Elara returned to her own chambers. Deep into the night, she still lay awake, questions racing through her mind.
Elara spent every following day from dawn until dusk learning the rules of court. How to speak, or rather how to not speak unless spoken to. She was even taught how to properly eat if invited to dine. Elara would have never thought there were so many rules to something as simple as eating!
With hardly any fanfare, the company of twenty armored men on horseback and a single covered carriage arrived early one morning. Her release to the soldiers and journey out of the town was just as uneventful as the escort’s arrival had.
The only information she had gathered about her escort was that the man leading them was a Captain named Kael. Though she had heard him introduce himself through the gap in his large helm, he had not removed the armor and she had no idea what he looked like. Nor did she know what any of her escorts looked like, as they had all been similarly garbed in thick, shining armor.
When they finally stopped for the first night on the road, Elara was unsure what to do with herself. Part of her wanted to hide in her carriage, even if that meant she would forgo any dinner. The decision was made for her when the small door opened, and she spied the captain just beyond.
“We have set up your accommodations, My Lady.”
Elara nodded and the captain stepped back, giving her room to emerge from the cramped carriage. They had stopped at a large clearing alongside the road and several campfires had already been constructed. Just next to the carriage was a single pitched tent, obviously put up for her.
Elara was uncomfortable with the treatment. It felt awkward that she was the only one sleeping in a tent, while the rest were exposed to the elements. She also noticed that the soldiers were still fully donned in their armor, including their helmets.
“Do your men sleep in their armor?”
Shocked, the captain looked back at her.
“It is a sign of respect, My Lady. They will stay covered while in your presence.”
“Please, do not let my presence make you or your men uncomfortable. Surely you allow your soldiers to rest after a hard day’s ride?”
She didn’t mean to sound accusatory, realizing only after the fact that she might have done just that. Elara noticed that the solders around them had stopped and were all looking at their captain. With a loud snort of laughter, which startled her, the captain removed his helm, revealing clean-cut sandy brown hair. With a lopsided smile that Elara found strangely endearing, he bowed his head to her before turning to his troops.
“Well, you heard her. No reason to be so formal.”
A chorus of cheers were released as the soldiers began pulling their own armor off. Elara felt the tension in her shoulders slowly ebb away as the captain turned back to her again.
“I apologize. My intent was not to make you uncomfortable, but rather give you a sense of security.”
“I would much prefer you and your soldiers be comfortable around me.”
He nodded and gestured toward the tent. “You are welcome to retire if you’d like. I will have one of my men bring you dinner shortly.”
Elara looked toward the tent, then back at the campfires, which seemed much more inviting. Kael noticed her hesitation.
“You are welcome to join us.”
Surprised, Elara shook her head and slipped on her mask of a pleasant smile. “That is quite alright. I do not wish to make anyone uncomfortable with my presence.”
“Why would your presence make anyone uncomfortable?”
“Well, because…” Her words trailed off, unsure how to respond to his question. She thought it would have been obvious. Unsure what to say, she instead gestured to her gloved hands. The confusion lifted from the captains’ features, his lopsided smile returning.
“Seeing that we are in the middle of the forest, I don’t see any issue with you creating a few more trees or bushes.”
Elara again didn’t know how to respond.
“You… you aren’t afraid I might turn one of your men?”
He brought an armored hand to his chin and seemed to contemplate this for a moment. “Have you done that before? Turned someone into vegetation?”
“Well, no. Not exactly.”
“Then why should I be worried? As I understand it, we should all be safe as long as you have those gloves on. Is that right?”
Elara glanced at her gloves, then back at the man before her. “Essentially, yes.”
“Well, then please feel free to join us. These are my best soldiers, and I hope that you will find them to be pleasant company.”
He left her then to join his troops. Unsure what to do, Elara turned to study the gathering. Now with most of their armor removed, she realized then that there were not just men, but men and women. With one last glance at her tent, she stepped towards the fires and the solders surrounding them.
The remaining week of travel went by quickly for Elara. Each evening, she sat with a different group of soldiers. Though she was asked many questions about her abilities, not a single person showed any apprehension towards her, instead welcoming her openly. Captain Kael joined her around the fires as well.
On the fifth day, they finally emerged from the woods and onto a large, open plain. Peering from her window, she saw that stumps littered the ground on either side of the road where trees had been severed. Never before had she seen deforestation on such a large scale. When the escort stopped for the evening, there was a visible shift in the demeanor of the soldiers. Though still good-natured, they were quiet and reserved.
The remaining days of travel showed much of the same scenery. Finally, on the eighth day of travel, the walls and spires of the capitol city could be seen on the horizon.
Upon hearing that they would reach the gates just before nightfall, Elara’s nerves and fears came roaring back. As the open gates neared and crowds could be seen gathering, she pulled the curtains closed. Murmurs of the crowd filled her small carriage, and Elara had to stop herself from shrinking down in her seat, as though eyes could see her through the drawn curtains.
The stop of the carriage brought Elara from her thoughts. Kael opened the door and stepped back so that she could climb out. It was weird to see him fully donned in his armor. She briefly wished they were still out on the road, and he instead was opening her door with his helm removed and lopsided smile on display.
The keep before her was so large, Elara had to lean back to see its distant spires. All around her was stone. The road was paved, every building within sight made of the same material. Despite her awe, Elara found it to be disturbingly unnatural.
She was led through two massive doors and a series of stone corridors until finally into a throne room. The only piece of furniture in the massive domed chamber was an ornately upholstered chair upon a tall dais. Seated atop the magnificent chair was King Alden himself, glaring down at her.
An awkward silence dragged on, and Elara resisted the urge to clear her throat. Was she supposed to speak first? Captain Kael now stood to the left of the dais, and she glanced to him for help. He bowed his head at her ever so slightly.
Sudden horror filled Elara. Scrambling, she curtsied before the King. Her face burned as she held her curtsy.
“Rise.”
The single word echoed deeply through the massive room. Legs trembling, she stood and raised her gaze to the King.
“Elara Farrington from Woodshire. Do you know why I have summoned you here?”
“No, Your Majesty.” Her voice broke on the title, and she winced.
“You possess the touch of nature. Is this true?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Show me.”
Sheer panic rose within Elara. “Right now?”
The Kings glare intensified. “Yes, now. Is that a problem?”
“I…” She swallowed and glanced around the empty chamber. “I need something man-made to use as a resource, Your Majesty. I cannot create something from nothing.”
Without prompting, Kael removed his helm and stepped away from the dais, handing her the piece of armor. He smiled encouragingly at her before stepping back to his place.
Hands shaking, she accepted the helm. She had never been able to control her ability as far as deciding what would grow or how large the growth would be. Taking a deep breath, she removed one of her gloves and rested her palm on the metal.
Brown and green burst forth from the steel, shooting toward the ceiling. Gasping, Elara dropped the helm. Creaking and rustling filled the chamber. Within seconds, the sounds quieted, and the room descended into silence once again. Before her stood a massive oak, its branches reaching far above to the ceiling. The only damage Elara could see were from the massive roots, which had cracked the tile of the floor to bury deep in the ground.
She stepped around the massive base to see King Alden on his feet, staring at the oak in awe and astonishment. A smile climbed across the King’s features, which Elara found more disturbing than his glare. As he descended the dais, Elara moved to stand beside Kael. She tensed, awaiting his verdict.
“Elara Farrington. I have summoned you here because you are the only one who can save my kingdom.”
Elara blinked in confusion. She glanced at Kael at her side, but his awestruck gaze was still focused on the oak.
“Save the kingdom, Your Majesty?”
“Yes.” The King finally pulled his attention from the massive tree and faced her fully, his hands clasped behind his back.
“I am sure you noticed on your travels, but there are no trees or growth of any kind for miles surrounding Daralon. Farmlands are infertile. Trees no longer regrow. Herds and game have ventured so far, our hunters come back empty handed. Even livestock hardly survive. I fear for the future of my people. However, you and you alone can save this kingdom and its people with your gift.”
“I am not sure that I can, Your Majesty.” At her admission, every set of eyes in the room snapped to her.
“You would refuse your king?”
“No, Your Majesty! It is just that… I have no control over this gift. I may be able to summon forth nature at a simple touch, but I have no decision in what grows, or how much. I am afraid that I might cause more harm than good.”
“Will you not even try? My people are starving. Hundreds of innocent people will either die or be forced to leave their homes if I do not find a solution. I have tried all that I can, and you are my last hope. Do not do this because your king demands it, do it because people will suffer if you don’t.”
Stunned, Elara could not find her voice. So instead, she nodded.
The following mid-day, Elara found herself surrounded by miles of empty landscape in every direction. Accompanying her was a small contingent of ten solders who had brought along a wagon filled with old armor and other discarded items for her to use.
Shakily accepting a dented chest piece from one of the soldiers, she stepped a few paces away from the others. Placing the piece of armor on the ground, she hesitated before removing her gloves. With one last deep breath, she placed both hands on the metal.
Greenery burst forth, this time out instead of up. Green grass flew out over the landscape as rushing water might when released from a dam. Trees sprouted from the trunks of their ancestors. Bushes and wildflowers sprang from the ground. Cheers came from behind her. Elated, Elara released a cheer of her own.
That evening, a great celebration was held. Elara was welcomed by the city folk with open arms and praises. Several hours and a few drinks later, Elara found herself sitting on the ledge of a large fountain in one of the many town squares. With finally some time to herself, she removed her gloves. Since she was a child, she had hated her hands. Her gift was destructive and instilled fear in those around her. For the first time in her life, she felt proud of her ability. Proud of herself.
“Didn’t have too much to drink, did you?”
Elara startled. Caught off balance, she slipped and fell back towards the water. Just before she would have hit the surface, a hand reached out and grabbed her own, pulling her forward. She came face to face with Kael, who was finally not in a suit of armor.
Elara stared in horror as he still held her ungloved hand. Tears sprang to her eyes and she screwed them shut. She couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes, to see what had become of Kael. He had been the first to treat her as a normal person, not as some “blessed” being to be feared. And now that same ability she had finally learned to accept had killed him.
“Are you alright?”
At the sound of his voice, her eyes sprung open. Kael stood before her, his hand still holding hers.
“Your alive…”
Kael’s features bunched up in confusion. He looked down at himself, then back at her. “Yes, it would certainly seem so. Should I… not be?”
She swallowed. “You’re touching me.”
Kael glanced at their joined hands. After a moment, confusion gave to surprise, then elation.
“I am.”
No greenery burst forth, no trees sprouted, not even a flower emerged from his skin. All her life, she feared the touch of another, unsure what would happen should her ability be triggered. As it turned out, nothing would have happened at all.
“Thank you.” She whispered.
“What are you thanking me for? You’re the one who saved this kingdom.”
What will the rest of the world do, the day after the US drops 15,000 paratroopers into Panama? Internationally, how will that next 24 hours play out, as far as the UN, the EU, NATO, Russia, China, Mexico & Central America, etc.?
Panama will do nothing. We don´t even have armed forces; no one is going to fight in any jungle. Panamanians are peaceful people.
The Canal is a different story. It is very hard to defend 80 km of lakes, locks, and jungle. You only need to blow one ship inside one of the locks and the Canal will stop for months; anybody can do this with a cheap drone. If you damage one of the dams and loose the part of the stored water, the Canal can be down for years. Understand that the best way to protect the Panama Canal is to maintain neutrality. We don´t want ANY enemies in Panama. Panama have been able to keep the Canal running for 25 years and have doubled the shipping capacity after the US left in 1999. The old canal that was built by the USA was an engineering wonder in 1914 but not in 2025. You are all welcome to come down to Panama and see the new canal working. Don´t worry, we don´t have any Chinese running any part of the Canal; no signs in Chinese…there are all in Spanish and English. I have been living in Panama of the last 60 years and worked as an engineer in the Panama Canal Authority.
The other issue you need to consider is that the Canal receives water from a huge water shed that encompasses half of the country´s territory. Without water, the Canal cannot function. So, you will need to take over the whole country, not only the area around the Canal. Don forget to send more paratroopers and a lot of mosquito repellent. Don´t worry about bullets, you won´t need many.
What is the process for catching someone as a “bounty hunter”? Has anyone ever been caught by a bounty hunter before and what happened afterwards?
My son was caught by three men, identifying themselves as bounty hunters, legal to operate in Oklahoma, which they were, and they had come to take my son into custody for missing court and bail jumping.
My son identified himself and let them read everything that they were supposed to, not the Miranda Rights, but a description of his right to not incriminate himself as they could be called to testify.
When they finished, he told them they had the wrong person. Nope, they said, you’re him answer already contacted several neighbors and they identified you as being 6′5, 270 lbs, Bubba.
He asked to show them his ID, instead the other guy tased my son who was shirtless, working in the front yard, he went to his knees and the first guy moved in to cuff him, all very professional.
At that point, my son stood up, grabbed the handcuff guy by the wrist, twisted and then fell to the ground getting him in an armbar that also, as he was taught, broke the wrist of the cuffer.
The Taser guy hit the trigger again to shock him a second time, my son yanked the barbs out, took a step and kicked taser-boy in the gut, then took the Taser and threw it across the yard and punched taser-boy as he tried to stand up, putting him down for a 10 minutes.
3rd Bounty Hunter was smart, locked himself in their van and called 911, who showed up in just a few minutes.
After speaking with the bounty hunters and my son, the bounty hunters were arrested for assault and battery, my son was free and when the bounty hunters took him to court, claiming assault and battery and that they did nothing wrong in their questioning, my son’s attorney had the court shown the body cam footage from the bounty hunters and the Ring Doorbell footage from my son’s house.
The judge awarded punitive damages to my son from the two who tried to take him down, dismissed charges against the 3rd as he never came into the yard or produced a weapon, and also awarded punitive and real damages to my son from the company that employed the bounty hunters.
The judge admonished the owner and the two because their cameras did indeed show them asking various neighbors if there was a “Big Guy, about 6 1/2 feet tall that goes by ‘Bubba’,” they all answered “yes” and pointed to my son’s house.
In his administration, the judge pointed out that they never asked for a first and last name, only a nickname, “And who in the hell in Oklahoma is over 6 1/2 feet weight almost 300 pounds and NOT nicknamed ‘Bubba’?”
Son got his house paid off with his court awarded damages.
Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Great Worm Migration
Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for another wriggly, squiggly adventure in the life of Sir Whiskerton, the farm’s most brilliant (and modest) detective. Today’s tale involves a phenomenon so bizarre, so earth-shaking, that it leaves the entire farm in a tizzy: the Great Worm Migration. What follows is a story filled with laughs, wriggles, and a moral that will leave you grinning like a chicken who just discovered a buffet of worms. So grab your sense of humor and let’s dig into The Case of the Great Worm Migration.
The Wriggly Invasion
It all began on a damp, drizzly morning when Sir Whiskerton was enjoying his usual sunbeam on the barn roof—or at least, trying to. The rain had turned the farm into a muddy mess, and the air was thick with the scent of wet earth.
“Ugh,” Sir Whiskerton muttered, flicking his tail. “Rain. The bane of my existence.”
But as he gazed out over the farm, he noticed something strange. The ground was… moving. Not just in the usual way when worms come out after a rain, but in a massive, undulating wave.
“What in whiskers’ name is that?” Sir Whiskerton said, his fur standing on end.
Rufus the dog trotted over, his nose twitching. “Worms,” he said, his tail wagging. “Lots and lots of worms.”
“Lots and lots of worms!” Ditto the kitten echoed, his eyes wide.
“Yes, I can see that,” Sir Whiskerton said, narrowing his eyes. “But why are they all moving in the same direction?”
The Farm Reacts
The Great Worm Migration had begun. Thousands—no, millions—of worms were wriggling across the farm, heading toward some unknown destination. The animals were equal parts fascinated and horrified.
“Oh, Sir Whiskerton!” Doris the hen squawked. “The worms are taking over! It’s… it’s terrifying!”
“Terrifying! But also so… wriggly!” Harriet clucked.
“Wriggly! Oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian screeched, fainting dramatically into a pile of hay.
Even the geese, usually unflappable, were in a tizzy.
“This is an outrage!” Gertrude the goose honked. “The worms are invading our honking zone! How are we supposed to honk in peace with all this… squirming?”
“Squirming! But also so… worm-tastic!” one of the other geese added.
“Worm-tastic! Oh, I can’t bear it!” another honked, collapsing into a dramatic heap.
The Investigation Begins
Determined to get to the bottom of the wormy mystery, Sir Whiskerton decided to investigate. He enlisted the help of Rufus, Porkchop the pig, and even Ferdinand the duck, who insisted on singing a dramatic ballad about the worms.
“Oh, worms of the earth, so brave and true,
Why do you march? What drives you?
Is it love? Is it fate? Or just the rain?
We may never know, but it’s driving me insane!”
“Ferdinand,” Sir Whiskerton said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please stop.”
“Stop!” Ditto echoed, grinning.
The Worm Whisperer
As Sir Whiskerton and his team followed the worms, they encountered Barry the beaver, who was busy building a dam to redirect the worm flow.
“Barry,” Sir Whiskerton said, narrowing his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“I’m helping the worms,” Barry said, puffing out his chest. “They’re on a journey, and I’m making sure they don’t get stuck.”
“A journey?” Sir Whiskerton said, raising an eyebrow. “Where are they going?”
“To the Great Worm Gathering,” Barry said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “It happens every year after a big rain. All the worms come together to… well, I’m not sure what they do. But it’s important.”
“Important! But also so… worm-spicious!” Harriet clucked.
“Worm-spicious! Oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian screeched, fainting again for good measure.
The Great Worm Gathering
Sir Whiskerton decided to follow the worms to their destination. After a long, wriggly journey, they arrived at a large, open field where the worms had gathered in a massive, squirming circle.
“What in whiskers’ name is this?” Sir Whiskerton said, his tail flicking.
“It’s the Great Worm Gathering,” Barry said, his eyes shining. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Beautiful! But also so… worm-azing!” Doris squawked.
“Worm-azing! Oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian screeched, fainting one last time.
A Happy Ending
Realizing the worms weren’t a threat, Sir Whiskerton decided to let them be. He returned to the farm, where the animals were still in a tizzy.
“Alright, everyone,” Sir Whiskerton said, addressing the crowd. “The worms are just having a gathering. They’ll be gone by tomorrow.”
“Gone?!” Doris squawked. “But what about our worms? Our delicious, wriggly worms?”
“They’ll be back,” Sir Whiskerton said, smirking. “And until then, you’ll just have to make do with… whatever it is you eat when there aren’t worms.”
The animals groaned, but they knew Sir Whiskerton was right. The Great Worm Migration was just a natural phenomenon, and there was no point in getting worked up about it.
The Moral of the Story
The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Sometimes, things happen that we don’t understand, and that’s okay. It’s important to stay calm, investigate, and remember that not every mystery needs to be solved—especially when it involves worms.
As for Sir Whiskerton? He returned to his sunbeam, content in the knowledge that he had once again saved the day—and spared the farm from further worm-related chaos.
Until next time, my friends.
The End.
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Wife Pregnant by Another Man DEMANDS Husband ACCEPT Paternity Fraud — Instantly REGRETS It
Why do rich people marry rich people and vice versa?
On one of the social media, I once read the complaints of netizens who called rich people poor conglomerates.
This term is given to rich people who do not want to help the economy.
To his horror, he said that the concept of infaq, alms and zakat was still lacking.
For him, the state is obliged to take more than 85% of the wealth from the rich and give it to the poor.
The goal is to ensure there is no economic inequality.
It’s even scarier because he cherry-picks religious arguments carelessly, it’s really sad.
The netizen’s mindset reminded me of Mr. Yanto’s story.
He has given permission for this story to be shared, so that friends can learn from it.
Long story short, Mr. Yanto is a successful businessman.
He has many businesses spread across Jabodetabek to Malang.
Those who help manage Mr. Yanto’s business are his two children.
Let’s call them Mas Salman and Mas Herman.
When these two children were single, everything was still safe.
In fact, the business is growing rapidly.
But one by one, Mr. Yanto’s business octopus fell apart when his two children decided to get married.
A. Mr. Salman
Mas Salman does not marry a woman who is the same as him.
Especially sekufu in terms of education, economics and family background.
After getting married, his wife’s extended family asked Mas Salman to improve the family’s economic status.
One by one, his wife’s older brother, younger sister and cousin became employees in his parents’ business.
The problem is that all the employees brought by his wife’s family are problematic.
Careless work, bad attitude, dishonest, likes cheating and acts as he pleases.
If reminded, it will definitely be linked to family status.
Don’t be fierce to your family.
Don’t go into detail with your family, just understand that they are your own family.
Three years passed, all the businesses managed by Mas Salman went bankrupt.
The main factor was poor management due to his wife’s family always interfering.
Mr. Herman
Similar to his brother, Mas Herman did not marry a woman who was the same as his brother.
But his condition was worse because he was asked to do pseudo mutual cooperation.
Because he was the richest, Mas Herman was asked to help his wife’s family’s economy by sending money every month.
Grandparents, uncles and aunts, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters-in-law, sisters-in-law, in-laws, nephews and even cousins each asked for their share of the money sent by Him.
If the delivery is lacking, sarcasm appears.
So rich people should not be stingy with their families, because who else but their families will help you?
If the delivery is late, sarcasm appears.
Behind your rich possessions, there are our rights as poor people.
If you forget to send money, there will be more sarcasm.
So don’t be cruel, especially if there are still poor people in your extended family.
Of course, those of you who are rich have an obligation to help us.
Due to stress from social pressure from his wife’s family, Mas Herman was unable to focus on his work.
He was very burdened and felt that his life was being held down by his wife’s extended family.
As a result of not focusing on work, the business managed by Mas Herman finally fell apart.
After Mas Salman and Mas Herman’s business went bankrupt.
Instead, they were left by their wives.
Mas Salman’s ex-wife asked for a divorce but didn’t want to take the children.
Meanwhile, Mas Herman’s ex-wife asked for a divorce because she didn’t want to live in poverty anymore.
He also refused to bring children for ridiculous reasons.
He thinks that widows without children sell faster than widows with children.
Long story short, Mr. Yanto decided to bring his children and grandchildren to live in Jakarta.
So that his two children would not drown in sadness, Mr. Yanto accompanied them so that they would be busy with business again.
To increase their knowledge, Mas Salman and Mas Herman are studying for a Masters degree so that their business management can be better and also increase their network.
Many years passed, Alhamdulillah, Mas Salman and Mas Herman met their soul mates.
In this intimate marriage, their household is calm and peaceful.
Even his wife, who acts as a stepmother, is able to guide her children very well.
In this wedding, there was no drama of pseudo mutual cooperation like before.
In this wedding, there is no drama of having to include an incompetent extended family anymore.
Learning from the story of Mr. Yanto’s two children, I learned a new perspective.
It turns out that the old advice about intimate marriage is still very relevant.
Moreover, marriage in Indonesia unites two large families.
And old people used to interpret sekufu in a very broad way.
Not only from the same economic side.
But it can come from family background, education, work, parenting, vision and mission, life principles, traditions and other aspects.
There are even parents who look at who their future son-in-law hangs out with.
Because friends can color.
Coloring in both good and bad.
So if the prospective son-in-law’s friends have bad intentions, there is a big possibility that he will have the same attitude.
The simple term is to look at the seeds, roots and weight.
From my hotel room window, I witnessed an oversized billboard being displayed at the right corner of the street together with his life-sized picture: Mackus, the great Magician of his time. I was staring the whole time when I heard someone was knocking loudly at the door with the loud sound of the door bell.ting- ting .ding- dong. I hurriedly approached the door and open it little bit just to see who’s that person at the door…In my surprise,no one was there,I stepped out and looked around.,no one was there and the lobby was gloomy and quiet,goosebumps,I turned back and I heard someone was screamimg….HELP..HELP…please help me….bang! bang ! bang!Frightening sound and it was really horrible,I got inside my hotel room and locked the door right away.Tick.tack.tick tack…sound of the big wall clock was the sound on air….Booog…booog..boog…the heart beats so fast and I was on the peeping hole of the door trying to see and observe the loud foosteps approaching near my area…tok,,,tok,,,tok,,,tok ,sounds of the big steps of shoes…….I stepped backward and hid under the table in the room.Riiiinnnnggggg…riiiinnnnngggggg.I woke up with sound of the alarm clock.It is already nine in the morning…was it a nightmare or it really happened last night….Weeeeeeee.weeeeee.weeeeee .sound of an ambulance with police patrol car….Someone was found dead with three gunshots to the head,body and shoulder.A lady in her 40’s was drowning with blood and lying on the floor near my area.Policemen came for investigation.They were asking the guests of the hotel (including me).,but there was no suspects nor evidence.CCTVs were off and nothing to find out!!!!!I continuously flip the pages of my phone e book and scan the google map for location of a city. Drinking my iced coffeelatté, I wore my sweatshirt .covering my arms along the streets from the hotel room to the venue . now not greater than a half-hour walk to witness the great magicianMackus.I was really walking so fast for the show will start at once,less than one hour as I looked on to my watch. The display and show begin in a single hour. masses of time! I run and walk,,,walk and run just to be there as the show will start at once.MACKUS,the MAGICIAN,the MAGIC touch and the magic continues…
The venue is dark once and I was the only one in front of the seat,,the first row.; the show is set to start. In just a while everyone will witness the magical touch of Sir Mackus for then to see and wutness the world of magic by Mackus,the Great.I make sure thar my manner behind the scenes simply because the magician puts on his pinnacle hat.
I remember,the billboard seems even much greater and enormously displayed from out of doors. The notable magician seems to be glancing through me thrn the whole audience.. I shiver and sat quietly at the corner. I experienced like a toddler excitedly happy to open her birthday presents
“Mommy i’m so glad you are here too. You just want to witness too how great Mackus was? couldn’t miss the display.” I hug and go back into the seating location, leaving mom with a startled smile. I calm down inside the darkness, and the curtains open..the show will be starting in 3…2..1…CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
Ladies and Gentlemen,I just want to introduce,our great Magician,hailinhg himself from the green side of the country road,Please welcome,,the one and the only..MACKUSS.the GREAT Magician….Here he is…….
A strong and loud applase was clicing in in my ears….the appreciation of the crowd is priceless..as thre magic starts.
A bottle was on the table as a subject to be touched……Mackus approached near the table and started to touch.and to our surprise,the bottle turned in to a white dove.How it happened,,it’s really a MAGIC…hauling,shouting with awe and surprise was the only thing your emotions can feel and do…the reactions of the crowd was loud…
After that first magic,an intermission number was then called for the audience to witness ,a dance for magic..everyone was extremely happy of what they were witnessing
The magic continues…an umbrella was set on the table and it turned out to a wonderful and elegant gown…just a touch of Mackus,then it was a beautiful gown…Magic touch,,how these things are happening..Our eyes are wide open and we witness just for one touch, everything was changed.
Magically, that display stays the extraordinary Mackus first-class overall performance to nowadays.another siner was called to entertained the crowd and a short video was shown about magic.
The magic continues….a basketball was set on the chair as the third object to be touched and,,,,kaaabbbbllllaaaammmmm the basketball turned into a glass jar..A glass jar full of candies and chocolatesis it possible,reallyamzing touch by the magician,in front of our eyes..He has that maagic touch that no one can do.
Do you want more..do you need to witness more magic by his touch alone> do you? The crowd was getting wild and excited while shouting…YES we want more. More..more..more….
As the announcer announced,suddenly Mackus was then right away at the center of the stage…..he touched the microphone and then it turned out to flowers,bouquet of flowers. He came near the podium and touched it,it became a mirror.These areall unbelievable,but it happened.How come he can change everything just for one touch.The last was he tapped the shoulder of the announcer himself but then,nothing happened.it means his magic id for inanimate objects only not for the people.The magic continues…….
He went down from the stage towards the audience to be with them but out of balnce,he stumbled and by chance touched the wire and it turned out to a snake,the crowd was afraid and ran in any directions they can make and a lot was then suffered…Weeeeeeee weeeeeee weeeeeee. Weeeeeee I just opened my eyes,and to my surprise,I was in the hospital,having a cut from my forehead and broken leg due to stampede.
It was really horrible experience.unforgettable venture and unbelievable scenarios,,,but it happened,,,the magic continues……
THE END
Why is the USA not considered to be criminal?
In the Ruling of the International Court of Justice (ICJ) in the case of Nicaragua v. the United States of America, the International Court of Justice (ICJ), Reports 1986, p. 14, § 118, quoted the leadership of the Central Intelligence Agency on the situation of inciting revolutionary actions: In the section “Control of mass gatherings and gatherings of people” the following instructions are given: “If possible, professional criminals are hired to perform special, specific “tasks”. Others are given special tasks to create “martyrs” for the cause, which will lead to clashes between demonstrators and the authorities, riots and shootings, during which one or more people will die, who will become “martyrs” in the conflict – this situation must be used immediately against the ruling regime to create even greater conflicts.”
Question: What has changed in the United States that we cannot perceive them as criminals?
Chinese Pepper Steak
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Ingredients
1 1/2 pounds boneless beef round steak
1 clove garlic, minced
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1/4 cup sauce
1 tablespoon hoisin sauce
1 teaspoon sugar
1 tomato, chopped
2 red or green bell peppers, cut into strips
3 tablespoons cornstarch
3 tablespoons water
1 cup fresh bean sprouts
4 scallions, finely chopped
Instructions
Trim fat from steak; slice into thin strips.
Combine steak, garlic, salt, pepper, soy sauce, hoisin sauce, and sugar in a slow cooker.
Cover and cook on LOW about 4 hours.
Turn control to HIGH. Add tomato and bell peppers.
Dissolve cornstarch in water in small bowl; stir into steak mixture.
Cover and cook on HIGH for 15 to 20 minutes or until thickened.
Stir in bean sprouts. Sprinkle with onions.
Serve with rice.
Since Trump is threatening the entire world with trade sanctions, why doesn’t the world just cut off all trade with the US immediately, and see how Americans like it? I suspect the world could manage just fine without trade with the US, actually.
Trump has nothing at all to lose!!!!
That is his biggest brahmastra here
He doesn’t have another term as President and he couldn’t give a rats ass if the Democrats sweep into power in 2028
He is 78 years old now
He will probably die or become too senile by his mid 80s which is 10 years off
So he will take every measure possible which could give him a 5% chance of creating a strong legacy or a 95% chance of making the US a Global Pariah
Not to mention, ensuring the family Trump have a huge nest egg of legitimately extorted money which they can use to further their own causes
Who else is in such a position?
Putin and Russia
Russia has cut off all dependency on the West and US and can flip the middle finger to Trump easily
Russia can deliver a major military blow to the US if the US wag their tail too much in Europe plus Russia has at least 3500–4000 Working Nuclear Weapons
Hence Trump knows Putin is in the same “Nothing to Lose” Mode
34 African Nations
They are weaned off the US and frankly couldn’t care less
Their Food, Water and Support lines are now firmly from Russia, China and the BRICS nations
Kim is another who can flip his finger to Trump because he has nothing to lose
Apart from these 36 nations, nobody else is in a position to flip off Trump
Trump doesn’t care because the impact of all these sanctions and tariffs on the US economy will be felt in a big manner after 3–4 years by which time Trump will be gone and the next guy will face the blame
Take China
A 60% Tariff on Chinese Exports to the US would reduce the GDP growth of China by as much as 15% or 0.75% a year for the next 6 years
That could cost China almost 6 Trillion RMB over the next 6 years
Any countermeasures by China could take upto 3 years to really sink in by which time Trump would be on his way out and couldn’t really care less
Take India
A 20% Tariff on Indian Service Exports and a 10% Tariff on Indian Goods could lead to the rupee weakening by 5.7% a year for the next 6 years , from 1 USD = ₹87.48 to 1 USD = ₹122 by 2031
That would mean higher import bills and inflation averaging 7.44% a year instead of 5.74% a year otherwise estimated
This alone would mean a real food inflation of more than 9.00% a year
Our defense import bill would rise by almost 26% in the next 4/5 years
BJP could be DECIMATED in future elections
So right now , Trump is in a unique position to bully the world
China doesn’t mind because they are long term planners and they want a Weak US and believe Trump will lead to a weaker and hated US which is all they want
They are prepared for short term pain of 4 years
India is terrified because Indian Economy is already in problems and if Trump decides to hit India with even a 20% Tariffs in service exports or 10% in Goods exports, it would be way worse
So Modi has no option but to bend the knee and crawl
A Stronger PM would have agreed to five years of pain and weaned India from the US and the Dollar but unfortunately we haven’t had such a Leader since 1984 or 2004
Canada and Mexico are deeply dependent on the US and they will be hurt badly
So they will be forced to bend the knee and crawl
The Good news is Trump will definitely lead to lesser trust and more anger against the US and this will definitely cause China and Russia and the Multipolar world to have their stock rise up in the next decade
Stunning: China Unveils First Niobium Alloy – Key to Hypersonic Supremacy!
I was cleaning out some of my junk. I have rooms full of stuff that really need to be thrown out. And in these piles of clutter are two plastic drawer cabinets. With six and five drawers each.
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In those cabinet drawers are all kinds of brick and brack. Sheech. I have glass baby jars filled with screws, washers, and bolts. I have extension cords, plastic bottles, spare parts from things that I haven’t used in years and shoe cleaning supplies.
There are 3D glasses, pints of paint and disposable brushes. A ton of old batteries, scotch tape, and all kinds of appliance extensions that came in the box but we never ever used.
There are other things as well.
Stuff that defies explanation, and other stuff too. Like spare light bulbs, parts of toys. and lots and lots of USB charging wires. I guess this is where the unused junk goes to die.
You see, I maybe visit this area once every three months or so. And today I was trying to jury rig a repair of a iPAD holder for the automobile. I couldn’t find anything useful. Through I tried.
Just a bunch of junk. Stuff that has no bearing in my day to day life.
Don’t be like MM. Clean out your garbage. Live life and don’t hold on to clutter.
Today…
Have you ever talked your way out of someone mugging you?
Not a mugger, but I *did* talk (or cry) my way out of a rape!
Waaaaaay back in the early seventi4s, I was unable to find or hold down a job. I had gone on so many interviews, and was getting desperate. I went to the Welfare office, and was turned down for funds. On my way home, I missed the bus, and decided (I was *that* depressed) to hitch a ride. Sure enough, I got a ride. The guy turned off the main road and into a secluded area. He stopped the car and said “Now, you and I are gonna have some FUN!” I knew exactly what tHAT meant. “No! Please, just let me go!” He refused.
Thinking quickly, I burst into hysterical tears (I was only half pretending!) and cried “First, I lose my job, then nobody will hire me, then I can’t get unemployment or welfare, then my doctor tells me I have syphilis and now THIS!!” The guy froze, and then yelled “GET OUTTA MY CAR!”
Y0ou can bet I hightailed it out of that vehicle tout-de-suite! And no, I did NOT have syphilis. I was a virgin at the time! LOL “I want to thank the Academy, my parents, and all my fans for this award! ‘Best Actress in A Real Life Role’!”
My neighbor shoveled snow onto my lawn and told me to mind my own business when I asked him not to. What are my options to get him to stop?
In a similar vein, I used to own a rural farm in NH that was accessed off a dirt road. The road was “town maintained” which is a very loose condition…they would grade the road once a year, which really only served to further lower the elevation making it more prone to getting mucky during mud season. I took it on myself to use a York rake to correct the elevation and crown the road back afterwards as well as to smooth the washboard that always developed. they would plow the snow (eventually) but if I got out and plowed it first, so that myself or the other two families on the road could get out, they figured that out and I became sort of last on the plowing list. Anyway, I once had a town plow driver stop me and complain that I was plowing the snow across the dirt road and into the far ditch opposite my driveway. I was told that I could not legally put any of my snow on town property. I pointed out that, in fact, I was plowing the snow well past the point where the plow trucks left it but he was not impressed by that argument. So…the next time it snowed and they failed to plow my road out, I plowed all the snow from 300’ of town road into the middle of the much busier main road which had already been plowed. Someone must have complained and the town truck quickly showed up and cleared it away. Then the cop showed up and asked me if I knew anything about it. I told him indeed I did. I wanted to be sure the town’s snow stayed on town property and since they didn’t bother to plow it themselves, I had piled it all up for them. He thought that was hilarious. I told him about them complaining about my plowing the ditch back and that I was the one who generally had to do the road anyway. that was the last time I had to plow my own road. The road agent (elected position) and I became quite friendly and I always made a point to be friends with all the town cops. Ah, small town life…
Will China and the US dominate in the 21st century?
China is only interested in becoming an economic player in order to support its large domestic population; it has no interest in political and military foreign adventures. The only exception is in protecting the land and water around China, so that it can reclaim Taiwan and prevent the US from putting a blockade on China’s trade routes.
China believes that the US is a global troublemaker, using alliances to oppose governments it doesn’t like, such as China, Russia, North Korea and Iran.
The US won’t dominate in the 21st century because it has exhausted its goodwill outside the US, and has become too unpredictable and selfish. Its allies, such as Canada and western Europe, have seen that the US acts on its own without consultation. There is no point in being a US ally if that is how the US is going to behave.
Trusting the US is a death sentence because it is only a question of time when it will sell out its ally.
Under Trump 2, the US is withdrawing into economic protectionism. This means that it will seek US domestic producers and suppliers for goods, and will prefer US companies over foreign companies.
Cajun Pot Roast with Maque Choux
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Yield: 6 servings
Ingredients
1 (2 to 2 1/2 pound) boneless beef chuck roast
1 tablespoon dried Cajun seasoning
1 (9 ounce) package frozen corn
1/2 cup onion, chopped
1/2 cup green bell pepper, chopped
1 (14.5 ounce) can diced tomatoes, undrained
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1/2 teaspoon hot pepper sauce
Instructions
Rub entire surface of beef roast with Cajun seasoning.
Place roast in 3 1/2 to 4 quart slow cooker. Top with onion, corn and bell pepper.
In small bowl, combine tomatoes, pepper and hot pepper sauce; mix well. Pour over vegetables and roast.
Cover; cook on LOW setting for 8 to 10 hours.
To serve, cut roast into slices.
Serve corn mixture with slotted spoon.
Attribution
Casseroles and Slow Cooker Meals – Pillsbury Classic magazine, January 2001
How the CIA spawned Google
Google’s creation played a crucial role in the US intelligence community’s scheme to attain global dominance by controlling information.
🌏 HOW IT STARTED:
🔶 The Pentagon founded its private sector project the Highlands Forum during the Clinton administration in 1994, according to the INSURGE INTELLIGENCE project.
🔶 Together with defense contractors, the group hammered out a strategy for “network-centric warfare.”
🔶 The 9/11 terrorist attacks were seized upon by US spy agencies to justify not only military invasions across the Muslim world, but also mass surveillance of civilian populations.
🌏 CIA STEPS IN:
🔶 The CIA’s Massive Digital Data Systems (MDDS) program, which originated in the 1990s, was designed to enhance query techniques and track users’ digital footprints.
🔶 To better serve its goals, in 1999, the CIA established its own venture capital firm, In-Q-Tel, to invest in potentially useful technologies
🔶 Ph.D. students at Stanford University, Sergey Brin and Larry Page, were working on precisely such a tech start-up
🔶 The design of the search engine and algorithms that ultimately evolved into Google was funded by CIA grants through a program aimed at enhancing mass surveillance capabilities.
🌏 PRISM:
Whistleblower Edward Snowden revealed in 2013 that the NSA had direct access to Google’s systems through its secret PRISM program, enabling the agency to harvest vast amounts of data on American citizens, Washington’s allies, and foreign nationals.
🔶 Ex-CIA spooks are employed in almost every department at Google, according to a 2022 report based on the analysis of employment websites
🔶 Google has been slapped with multiple lawsuits stemming from its history of data misuse and privacy violations.
LALA’S FLESHY MEAT HOOKS were squishing my face, and I was assaulted by the high-pitched screech of her voice that hummed thunderous, the way we think of the Big Bang as loud. “You’re back MontyEEE! So glad to seeEEE you!” Lala’s special touch is forgetfulness, and it took a minute for me to anchor in on my name after her embrace, but nothing could make me forget that voice.Going around the church basement of the “Hands-Off” meeting, each night we met: This is Sammy; this is Herman; this is Hamilton, whose long stringy hair looks like dripping molasses—it just looks like it smells bad. Daphne has the aspect of a Tim Burton character: long frizzled hair, oversized baggy bug eyes, gangly limbs, and turn of the century (the last one) formal wear that looks like it was hand-picked from the pages of a Dickens Novel, rather than picked-up at T.J. Maxx. She’s more Cruella de Vil than a Wednesday Addams. She is attractive in the morbidly fascinating way a dead bird is attractive—in that can’t look away sense—in that sense that standing on the far side of the room you already know a dead body is cold to the touch.“It will be alright,” Lala says, “hopefully we got it early enough. Maybe it’s just animism. With animism there’s almost a one hundred percent cure rate.” As I back away, slowly, to take my seat, Lala hits me with an arpeggio scale of smiles, each inflected with a head tilt, striking the next note with an accent—all the notes accented—like a child slamming on the keys of a piano, but what they are making is noise, not music. Far from being comforting, it is creepy. Creepy, creepy—like an old man saying a young girl is “lovely” more than once.Formally, we are known as T.A.S.A. which stands for, “The Tacomania and Scopomania Association Support Group.” But we call ourselves “Hands-Off” or “The Hands-Off Support Group.” Our slogan is B.C.W.W.F. “Be Careful What You Wish For.” This is useful advice.Lala sits in the chair closest to the Dunkin Donuts Box ‘O Joe and the Munchkins Bucket. There are flakes of powdered sugar on her black blouse from the white powdered ones, just below the clavicut of her wig, drawing attention to the turkey wattle protruding from her mid-neck.“Let’s go around the room and name our heroes as today’s ice breaker,” Lala says in a voice that fills the room, and the next room—and these are auditorium-sized rooms. “Monty, why don’t you start.”
“Rambo,” I say. “I’m thinking of Machine Gun Rambo from First Blood Part II with a hanging bandolier of ammo from his ammunition belt, T-ing off shirtless with a mounted M-60 and shooting up the Hi-Tech Equipment in Murdock’s Command Center as a payback for the shit mission he was sent on.” That’s kind of how I feel about my touch ability—a shit mission. Anything I touch comes to life. Which at first, might seem like an opportunity to play God. But let me assure you that the movie “Mannequin” got it completely wrong. When I touch a mannequin, I do not get a twenty-something Kim Cattrall as a fully formed female supermodel who I have all to myself for lovey dovey time in an empty department store—I get a walking two-year-old with solid plastic paws—intent on whacking me in the face. Much less fun. And no, I can’t bring back the dead. That’s Jesus. That ain’t me.
“Frankenstein,” Sammy says. Sammy turns anything she touches into a friend. Might seem like a smashing talent, but it turns out that if she doesn’t wear gloves, she attracts a throng of followers like the pied piper. You’d think she’d be a hit at parties but turns out she hates them. She’s got some pretty bad PTSD from birthday parties as a kid where she inadvertently turned the whole place into a stampeding flash mob. She’s also got some latent claustrophobia from being crowded after soccer games as a little girl when each side had to shake the other team’s hands out of sportsmanship.
“Eeyore,” Herman says. Herman turns anything he touches into chocolate. This is great in the winter but not so much in August. Chocolate has a melting point of eight-six degrees. Imagine placing your hand on the post of a traffic light by accident and watching its structure deform and plop into the middle of the street, slowly oozing into a brown puddle as it melts. Plus, how much chocolate can you really eat? After all, you can’t use it on people or animals. The HWSAA and all. And PETA and the ASPCA are trying to expand that to plants and insects—good Lord! But in a weird, Willy Wonka way, turning someone (or something) to chocolate is actually murder.
“Indiana Jones,” Hamilton says. Hamilton B. Urglar turns anything he touches into a missing person… well, missing thing, more like… he’s never tried to actually use it on people. That would violate the Human’s With Special Abilities Act of 2038 (“HWSAA”). That’s a no, no. Any use of an ability that would count as assault is punishable by death. Just the same, there are thousands of donuts and pizza pies and Budweiser twelve-packs that have disappeared without trace because Hamilton forgot to wear his mittens. He was from Florida originally, and there are school buses and ubers and taxis all over the panhandle which are vigorously being searched for by small town cops with nothing better to do but source missing cats.
“Mike Ehrmantraut from Breaking Bad,” Daphne says. Daphne turns anything she touches dead. For this reason, she keeps a healthy distance and sits to the back outside the main circle. Like most of us, and contrary to the tale of King Midas, most of our powers to manipulate objects do not work on human beings or at least have never been tried on them. But one can never be sure, as our powers are triggered by our emotions and have a range of amplitudes. Daphne though is a hit at a bonfire. She can clear a swamp full of mosquitoes or a swarm of gnats like nobody’s business.
* * *
AFTER THE MEETING, I rush outside into the brisk December breeze that cuts up West 31st Street like a bomb cyclone to catch up with Daphne. I grab her by the shoulder of her lambswool duffel peacoat. She shrugs in terror, pulling her arm away and lights up a Newport cigarette, saying, “you have a death wish?”
“Sorry, uhh. I figured it was safe to touch clothes,” I say.
“At your own risk,” she says morbidly and pulls a long drag off the cigarette. “What do you want, anyway?”
“Want to meet up tomorrow at the Winter Market in Bryant Park,” I ask her.
“What for,” she says.
“Hot chocolate I say,” looking into her dead bug eyes. “The peppermint kind. You can’t say no to that.”
“It’s your funeral,” she says.
But it turned out it was Jiminy Cricket’s funeral, not mine.
* * *
JIMINY CRICKET! MURDER AT BRYANT PARK, the New York Post Headline read. This was possibly the worst “touch police” incident of the year and it was all my fault for pressing Daphne for a date. I felt responsible. But who can account for a stray camel cricket diving for some apple cider?
We were in Bryant Park for the Tree Lighting, hanging out at the Big Apple Cider stand. Daphne opted for a hot apple cider instead of a hot cocoa. Some kid was filming the place for a podcast. It all happened in a moment, a stray camel cricket popped out of nowhere and landed on Daphne’s exposed wrist. This meddlesome kid was filming us getting our cider, and the cricket twitched, clicked and fell over dead on the pavement with a little Pffewwtttt sound. I didn’t think anything of it at the time but come to think of it now that pesky kid had PETA and ASPCA stickers on his camera. He was an undercover “touched and gifted” NARC.
Daphne and I had a nice time walking around the Winter Village, took a spin on the merry-go-round (she: careful not to touch on any passersby, me: careful not to graze a plastic horse unintentionally and bring it to life), and we even picked up some Warm Cider Donuts for the road.
But before the evening presses had even run, Daphne had been served with a summons for criminal court down at 100 Centre Street.
This was the buzz at “No-Hands” that night. Everyone was talking about what would happen when Daphne strolled in, looking like death itself.
* * *
“FOR TONIGHT’S ICEBREAKER, everyone is going to drop a fact in this top hat, and we are going to pull them out and see who each refers to,” Lala said in a deep, gravelly baritone that sounded like Michael Clarke Duncan on Estradiol.
Daphne pulled out a piece of paper from the hat and said, “I like Budweiser. Ok, Mr. Urglar.”
I went next. “My favorite flower is a forget-me-not. Lala. A bit obvious, don’t you think?”
Lala took the hat next and barely glanced at the strip of paper before looking in my direction and saying, “Ohh MontyEEE! ‘I’m a big fan of Claymation?’ What a hoot! I love Gumby myself.”
Then Hamilton pulled out a paper from the hat. “My favorite TV Show is Friends.” He just pointed at Sammy in disappointment. These clues were a little too on the nose.
Sammy went next. She just looked up and said, “I know it is going to be you Daphne. Can we just get down to it already—what are we going to do about the charges against you? Huh? This concerns all of us you know.”
“SamEEE!” Lala screeched, “Don’t be rude-UHH,” she bellowed.
“If you must know, I am due at 100 Centre Street to meet with Judge Marcus and Prosecutor Melvin Thumbtack tomorrow at 9:30 am. I’m being charged with a violation of Title 1024.41 of the HWSAA: ‘Unauthorized touching of a living organism,’ and Penal Law 120.01, sub (x), Assault in the eighth-degree, disturbance of the genus Gryllidae. At this rate, cockroaches will run this town.” Daphne announced.
We all huddled and considered our options. But I felt just as helpless as I had when I made a microwave come to life at my job in Midtown and nearly caused Sandra’s Burrito to become a fire hazard.
* * *
JUDGE MARCUS’S COURTROOM had high ceilings and a long set of pews. The bar separating the judicial area was a rope. In the side of the courtroom was a box which apparently was used for prisoners. It was nearly 10:00 am and the Judge had not taken the bench. Uniformed officers strolled back-and-forth doing very official looking things. Lala was eating powdered munchkins from the bucket like she had to finish all of them before the world ended—which was happening imminently.
Melvin Thumbtack strode in. He was a diminutive black man in his late twenties of unknown origin. His suit was clearly a slim fit, but he was still swimming in the thing. His facial hair was distinctively English and he had an English sense of style but was not aptly named. He should have been named “Post-It” from the look of the folders he carried which were adorned with Post-Its covering every square inch.
The Judge took the bench on cue, banged her gavel, and said, “Court Part N is in Session, call the first case.”
The Bailiff called Daphne’s case and read the charges.
Daphne waltzed up and Melvin pulled back the rope bar to let her up. For a second, I thought she was going to reach out and grab him and maybe we’d be dealing with some new charges. But she just stood up and said, “not guilty” in a low voice that cracked on the “y”.
“I understand there is a video of the attack,” Judge Marcus said in low tones as she poured over a sheath of papers.
“I know this is unorthodox Judge,” Melvin said, “but given the gravity of this incident, the People move for immediate trial of the cause.”
“Very well,” Judge Marcus said. “Call your first witness.” Daphne looked back at me in shock. I had to do something. I had to do something fast. I racked my brain, but I think sitting so close to Lala was having an effect on me because I couldn’t come up with a damned thing.
“The People call Daphne Racjavik to the stand,” Melvin said in a loud booming voice that hovered on the word ‘stand’ like he was actually saying ‘guillotine.’
Daphne walked up to the stand like a gallows prisoner and sat down, with scary doll eyes like the character M3GAN in that new horror flick that was out.
“One question, Daphne—was that cricket alive before it landed on your arm,” Melvin said.
Daphne looked back-and-forth, focusing her eyes on mine, feeling trapped. “Yes,” she said.
“No further questions, your honor. It is apparent that Daphne, as a touched individual, as is marked on her casefile, used her abilities to render an innocent cricket lifeless. The People submit the case as proven and move for the death penalty,” Melvin said.
Raising her hand, Daphne jumped a bit in her chair. At first Judge Marcus ignored her, then turned “What?” and Daphne said, “Is a spider guilty for catching a bug in its web.”
“Anything you say may be used against you, young lady. I advise you to watch it when you present your defense. Very well. Any motions?” Judge Marcus said, bored and reading from a Harry Potter novel as if we couldn’t see it up on the bench, poorly hidden in the cover of a LaFave’s Hornbook.
“I don’t know what that means Judge,” Daphne said.
“Very well. You can step down and present your defense.” Judge Marcus said.
Lala was elbowing me. Daphne was looking at me. Then she said, “I call Montague Remsen to the stand.”
As I walked up past the rope that separated the well of the Court, I took the glove off my right hand.
“Swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,” the Bailiff asked.
“I do,” I said, grabbing a pen off the desk. The pen leaped into the well of the courtroom and started dancing around by Melvin’s feet. Startled, he jumped in fright, as the pen made a V-line for his Prada brushed leather laced Oxfords. Unthinkingly, he lifted a foot and stomped it down on the pen, causing a gush of ink to go shooting out on the floor.
“Order! Order!” Judge Marcus crackled.
I touched my finger to a piece of paper which had the charges under the HWSAA scrawled on it. The paper promptly folded itself into a paper airplane and went flying directly at Judge Marcus’s faux permed hair. She swatted her hand to the right side, but the turbidity of the air caused the paper plane to bank and then turn back on her, this time coming straight at her forehead. She opened her jaws to reveal some slimy black teeth with deep coffee stains. She croaked in horror “Ahhhhkk.” With both hands, she reached out and crushed the paper plane into a ball.
“Order! I will have Order in my Court,” Judge Marcus said and banged the gavel multiple times until it seemed like the top of the thing would come flying off.
“Very well, Mr. District Attorney. Pro-ceeed,” the Judge ordered.
“Mr. Remsen, were you present at the time of the attack?” Melvin asked.
“I wouldn’t call it an attack,” I said.
“Were you present?” Melvin asked.
“Yes.”
“Did Daphne kill that cricket?” Melvin lead.
“No,” I said.
“No?” Melvin said.
“It was just a toy that I brought to life—you can’t kill something that wasn’t alive to begin with,” I told him.
Daphne stood up like Tom Cruise in a Few Good Men and said, “Move to dismiss for lack of probable cause!”
“Mr. District Attorney?” Judge Marcus said.
“HWSAA requires a living organism be disturbed and 120.01 sub(x) too… uhhh… uhhh… People move to dismiss all charges, under the circumstances. But this is not over!” Melvin said. What a thespian.
“Very well. Dismissed. Dismissed. Court is in recess.” Judge Marcus said and left the bench in disgust.
She turned before going back into chambers. She pointed at Lala, Daphne and me. “All of you, listen to me and listen well. If you ever find your way back into my court room, which would be a grave error of judgment—you will comport yourselves with decorum and respect for this Court. Any shenanigans or tomfoolery and you will all be held in contempt. Contempt!!! You understand me!” And she stormed out.
* * *
QUEEN OF DEATH ESCAPES THE REAPER! The New York Post Headline read.
“For tonight’s icebreaker, we are going to go around and say the three items we’d take with us if our house caught on fi-REE,” Lala roared. But no one was listening.
Sammy had smuggled in a bottle of peppermint schnapps. This wasn’t any peppermint schnapps. It was Fugit Crème De Menthe. The good stuff.
Everyone was giggling and high-fiveing – as if that couldn’t be a fatal act where we were concerned.
I had always wanted to be normal. But what I had really needed was somewhere I fit in. Looking around, I thought – these are my people. Daphne especially. Especially her.
Daphne smiled at me, and I thought, we make a good team.
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When was a time you did something so well that you had to downplay it to make it seem more believable?
I’m grilling out on the porch. I hear a noise, and look around. A BIG black bear has been following his nose, sees me between him and his BBQ, made a sort of “humph!” and froze, staring at me. He’s about 15 feet away, on the three steps up to the porch.
I raise my arms to look bigger and yell “Go Away, bear!” … but he doesn’t twitch. I can see the wheels turning in his head through his beady little eyes… he didn’t expect me, but is now considering whether to eat me or just teach me a lesson about getting between him and his food.
The door is about ten feet away, but that’s directly towards the bear – Not a good direction. No other retreat is open to me, being on the porch with the grill. Maybe if I throw something at him he will get momentarily distracted or intimidated enough for me to make it to the door. My options are a 99-cent plastic spatula, which does not recommend itself as a weapon, or a flimsy “4 for $2” steak knife… which at least has a sharp(ish) point.
I take the steak knife by the tip and threw it just like I would expect someone to throw it if they knew how to throw a knife and the knife was a “throwable” knife – neither of which are true.
Miraculously enough, it hit the bear in the face almost directly on his nose, point first, and stuck him quite deeply on the muzzle. I mean “POING!!!” deep.
This is doubly miraculous since I was aiming rather vaguely at the other end of the bear. Throwing really hard is evidently terrible for one’s aim.
He blatted much like I imagine a sheep would sound if stabbed in the nose, jumped in the air, swatted the knife out, and fled at top speed. He cleared a four-foot chain link fence without slowing down and without touching it at all.
So, I introduce the story to the grandkids as “Did I ever tell you about the time I fought off a 450 pound bear that wanted my BBQ by stabbing it in the FACE with a steak knife. What do you mean, “downplay”? Are you nuts? I’m telling this one any chance I get!
Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Jingle-Jangle Collar
Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for another purr-fectly delightful adventure in the life of Sir Whiskerton, the farm’s most brilliant (and modest) detective. Today’s tale involves a collar, a farmer, and a clever cat who turns the tables on his so-called “master.” What follows is a story filled with laughs, jingles, and a moral that will leave you grinning like a cat who just discovered the can opener. So grab your sense of humor and let’s jingle into The Case of the Jingle-Jangle Collar.
The Collar Conundrum
It all began on a quiet morning when Sir Whiskerton was enjoying his usual sunbeam on the barn roof. The peace was shattered by the farmer, who approached with a strange object in his hand.
“Whiskerton,” the farmer said, holding up a shiny collar with two metal tags. “It’s time you had one of these.”
Sir Whiskerton’s eyes narrowed. “What in whiskers’ name is that?”
“It’s a collar,” the farmer said, grinning. “One tag has our address, and the other is a red rabies tag from the vet. It’s for your safety.”
“Safety?” Sir Whiskerton said, his tail flicking. “I’m a genius detective, not a common house-cat! I don’t need a collar.”
But the farmer, undeterred, fastened the collar around Sir Whiskerton’s neck. The cat immediately felt the weight of the tags and let out a dramatic sigh.
“This is an outrage,” Sir Whiskerton muttered. “I’ve been reduced to a mere pet. A house-cat. The indignity!”
The Jingle Heard ‘Round the Farm
As Sir Whiskerton sulked, he noticed something peculiar. Every time he moved, the tags on his collar jingled. At first, he found it annoying, but then he had an idea.
“What if,” Sir Whiskerton thought, stroking his whiskers, “I could use this jingle to my advantage?”
He decided to test his theory. He sat by the farmhouse door and gave his collar a gentle shake. Jingle-jangle. Moments later, the farmer appeared and opened the door.
“Well, well,” Sir Whiskerton said, smirking. “It seems I’ve trained the farmer to respond to my jingle. How… convenient.”
The Training Begins
Sir Whiskerton quickly realized the potential of his new collar. He began experimenting with different jingles and meows to “train” the farmer.
One jingle: Open the door.
Two jingles: Fetch food.
Three jingles: Belly rubs.
A dramatic meow followed by a jingle: Roll over.
The farmer, oblivious to Sir Whiskerton’s scheme, happily complied with every request. Soon, Sir Whiskerton had the farmer wrapped around his paw.
“This is marvelous,” Sir Whiskerton said, lounging on the farmer’s favorite chair. “I’ve turned the farmer into my personal servant. Who’s the house-cat now?”
The Farm Reacts
The other animals were both amused and envious of Sir Whiskerton’s newfound power.
“Oh, Sir Whiskerton!” Doris the hen squawked. “You’ve trained the farmer! It’s… it’s brilliant!”
“Brilliant! But also so sneaky!” Harriet clucked.
“Sneaky! Oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian screeched, fainting dramatically into a pile of hay.
Even Rufus the dog was impressed. “How do you do it, Whiskerton? The farmer never listens to me.”
“It’s all in the jingle,” Sir Whiskerton said, smirking. “And a touch of feline charm.”
Ditto’s Dilemma
As Sir Whiskerton basked in his success, he noticed Ditto the kitten sitting outside the farmhouse, waiting patiently for his mentor’s return.
“Ditto,” Sir Whiskerton said, flicking his tail. “Why are you out here?”
“Waiting for you,” Ditto said, his eyes wide. “You’re my mentor. I follow you everywhere.”
“Everywhere,” Ditto echoed, his little tail flicking.
Sir Whiskerton sighed. “Well, you can’t follow me inside unless you have a collar. And I doubt the farmer will give you one.”
“A collar?” Ditto said, tilting his head. “But I’m just a kitten. I don’t need a collar.”
“Neither did I,” Sir Whiskerton said, smirking. “But it’s proven to be quite useful.”
A Happy Ending
Determined to help Ditto, Sir Whiskerton devised a plan. He jingled his collar three times, summoning the farmer.
“Meow,” Sir Whiskerton said, pointing to Ditto with his paw. “Jingle-jangle.”
The farmer, interpreting Sir Whiskerton’s meow as a request, fetched a tiny collar and fastened it around Ditto’s neck.
“Now you’re official,” Sir Whiskerton said, flicking his tail. “Welcome to the jingle-jangle club.”
Ditto’s eyes lit up as he shook his collar. Jingle-jangle. The farmer opened the door, and Ditto bounded inside, his little tail wagging with excitement.
The Moral of the Story
The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Sometimes, what seems like a burden can turn out to be a blessing. And while it’s easy to resist change, embracing it can lead to unexpected opportunities—like turning your farmer into a personal servant.
As for Sir Whiskerton? He returned to his sunbeam, content in the knowledge that he had once again saved the day—and gained a new tool in his arsenal of feline genius.
Until next time, my friends.
The End.
Are the Han Chinese the kindest and most peace-loving people in world history?
I am a Han Chinese. . . But why do you think we are the most peace-loving and kind race? That’s just political propaganda. . .
I am too lazy to introduce the Han Dynasty before, which was a typical militaristic empire.
At that time, many countries in Xinjiang and the Western Regions were destroyed by my ancestors. The Huns were once very powerful, but eventually failed in the war with us. Some Huns surrendered, some fled to Europe, and some Huns were directly massacred by the Han people. . .
What about the indigenous peoples in the southern region? Whether it was the Qin Dynasty, the Han Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty, there are many records showing that they were massacred and cleansed by the Han people.
The Tang Dynasty was the second golden age of the Han people. The Goguryeo regime was destroyed by us, and we also killed many people. .
The Manchus were retaliated and massacred by the Han people in the 1911 Revolution of 1911. Many Manchus did not even dare to say that they were Manchus.
Who gave you the illusion? A nation that has been in long-term wars for thousands of years and has always had a large territory is very peace-loving? . .
Of course I don’t think there is anything wrong with this. Ancient human history is a world where the strong prey on the weak.
“SPLASH!” Was the sound of once living flesh and bone being transformed into water molecules, soaking into the dry, parched floor of the desert planet – some twelve light years from Earth.“Hydro, what have you done?” The elder-looking statesman alarmingly asked. “That was the high priest of Orr. There will be repercussions now from the Orronauts.”“So what!” Came the impetuous reply. “If their guards get anywhere near me, I’ll lay my powerful hands on them and turn them into vapour.”“Stop! Wait!” Came the outcry from the furrowed brow wizard. “That’s not your superpower, Hydro-Man. You turn people into water when you touch them. You are water, not vapour. And why are we so far from Earth?”A small curious crowd mingled, listening to the bickering voices of an impromptu skit taking place on a small side stage at Oz Comic Con 23 – Melbourne’s ultimate pop culture event. Showcasing all the latest studio activations, comics, anime, cosplay, and video games, it provided an ideal escape for visiting fantasists of all ages to act out an alter-ego existence within a safe environment.“Yeah, nah, mate.” Hydro responded. “When I heat up, I turn people into steam.”“Have you even read your backstory?” The wizard-looking statesman rhetorically quizzed.“Yeah, mate. But I thought I’d just improvise.”“That’s not how it works,” Nico, the grey unicorn declared while watching on. “We’re all given role guidelines and rule nine-dash-three states cosplay improvisation is encouraged but not at the cost of cross-character spillovers. If you had done any research, you’d know that when you heat up, you evaporate. Heat is your weakness.”“If we’re sticking to the rules, mate. Where’s your handler?” Hydro immaturely demanded to know.“Why do I need a handler?”“Well, mate. The rules also state that large costumes must have a handler with you as a guide.”
Dumbfounded, Nico huffed an exasperated frustration toward the self-appointed leader of their sector of the convention.
“Whizzo?”
“He’s new.”
Turning to quietly address Hydro; Whizzo explained the sensitive and iterated issue of Nico’s predicament.
“Look Hydro. First experiences aside, Nico’s costume is a… how do I put this politely? It’s a form hugger.”
“What’s that, when it’s at home, mate?”
“It’s true to size.”
Hydro’s elucidated eyes darted from Whizzo to Nico, then back to Whizzo again – taking a moment to digest the sensitive explanation. Then, quickly darting his eyes back toward Nico once more, he took in Nico’s whole appearance from head to toe, then back up to head.
“So, he’s a fat bastard, then.” Hydro commented.
“We don’t call Cozplay performers, fat. We say worldly – on account of his broad girth.”
“Yeah, nah mate. Fat is fat, and he’s a porker.”
“That’s Blackfacing, Hydro,” explained Whizzo.
“He don’t look like a black fella to me.”
“No, Hydro. That’s just an idiom for a derogatory term,” Whizzo calmly clarified, before explaining further in a staccato cadence. “And it’s against the rules to Blackface – verbally or cosmetically.”
“You mean, there’s some Drongos out there that try to pass themselves off as…”
“Yes, Hydro,” Whizzo intervened – preventing Hydro’s lack of political correctness from offending anyone listening. “But they always get turned away at the door.”
“Yeah, nah mate. That would defo put me in a cranky way, as well.”
“Nice to hear you share our sensitivities,” Whizzo smiled.
“Yeah, nah mate. If I’d spent hours of hard yakka sewing up a costume and applying black make-up to me face, travelled days to get here, only to be knocked back at the door, coz my face was the wrong colour, I’d look a right Galah. So, I reckon my fist would be in someone else’s face, mate.”
“That would be extreme,” Whizzo dismissed. “But race reversal is a serious matter at Comic Con. We want everyone to enjoy their time here, without discrimination toward their chosen character or costume. Some visitors may look menacing in their home-made attire, but this is a safe place where participants can mingle with like-minded people – without judgement, without prejudice, and without the threat of violence.”
“What about Nico, over there?” Hydro questioned, while still scrutinising Nico’s appearance. “He falls on anyone, mate, your safety record is out the window.”
Whizzo’s exasperation snapped back at the flippant comment.
“In such a scenario, that would be an accident, Hydro. We’re insured for that.”
“I could turn him into water,” Hydro joked. “But I reckon he’d drown the whole place and everyone in it.”
“Stop it! You’re blackfacing again.”
“Nah, yeah mate. Apologies.”
“So,” Nico interrupted impetuously. “Are we going to continue the rehearsal or not?”
“Too right, mate. I’m ready. What’s your character’s name, again?”
“Nico,” he insolently spat out.
“Oh, I thought that was your real name.”
“It’s short for Unicorn.”
“Oh, yeah. That explains the horn sticking out of your lemon spread. With the size of yous, I thought you was a rhino.”
“A grey rhinoceros with hoofs, wispy white mane, and a bushy tail?” Nico intolerantly asked.
“It’s Comic Con, mate. Earlier on, I saw a rainbow-costumed He-Man posing as He-She-They, Non-Binary Person. There’re all kinds of weirdos here.”
“There is indeed, Hydro,” Whizzo interrupted. “But we don’t call them that. Everyone here is a Cosplayer.”
“Nah, yeah. Reckon I’ll use that word when someone back home does something strange. You bloody Cozplayer! I’ll yell. That’ll get ‘em thinking.”
“As a matter of fact,” Nico pointed out priggishly. “I am a returning champion.”
“That right, mate?”
“It is,” Whizzo confirmed. “Two years ago, he was Jabba the Hut and won best costume and best cosplay skit competition.”
“Yeah, well in that current horse’s costume, he’ll probably win the best shit competition this year.”
“I am not any old horse,” Nico protested. “I am Alphabittle from the My Little Pony series.”
“Well, not to boast myself, but I’ve made today’s cosplayoff. Against you, you oversized donkey! They’re reinforcing the stage now, to support your heavy hooves later on.”
“Aren’t you a bit too old for all of this?” Nico tried an insult.
“Mature is the word you’re looking for, mate. Didn’t see no age limit on the application. If anything, and by the looks of yous, you lot shouldn’t be out without your parents being present.”
Irked at the derogatory nature of Hydro, Nico trotted aggressively towards him, but Whizzo managed to intercept, before any feelings were further bent out of shape.
“Nico,” Whizzo playfully intervened. “Why don’t you canter along and brush your mane for the cosplayoff. Get a nose in front of Hydro-Man.”
Smiling at Whizzo’s intended puns, Nico threw a snout up at Hydro, then headed off to get ready for the skit competition. Watching him trot off with real and animated legs in perfect harmony with each other, Whizzo commented on his impressive costume.
“Amazing mechanics inside the belly of that thing.”
“The costume or the bloke, mate?” Hydro flippantly asked.
Ignoring the comment, Whizzo continued to espouse the genius of Nico’s costume.
“Notice how all four legs move in synchronistic poetry. The way his head bobs up and down and the fly-swishing tail swinging from side to side. It’s going to take something spectacular to beat that costume.”
“Yeah, nah mate. Typical horse’s arse, he is. Needs to grow up. Wait until he finds out that I’m packed with water balloons that burst when I touch my finger to someone.”
“Bursting water balloons,” Whizzo pondered. “What happens, then?”
“…They get wet.”
“Oh? Nothing more?”
“They turn to water. What more do you want?”
“But that’s just cosplay, Hydro. What other features come with your costume? Can you levitate?”
“Can anyone?” Hydro countered.
“I mean, can you appear to levitate?
“Mate, I’m literally one big shower of wet. You lift me off the ground and it’s gonna rain. Every padded six-pack looking stomach, bicep, and thigh muscle on this costume, is a water chamber. I can soak people for hours on end with these water pistol rings, see?”
Pointing to one side of Whizzo, a spray of water escaped from the palm side of Hydro’s hand, sprinkling the small, assembled crowd, which prompted the last few hangers-on to disperse – giggling and feinting fear of getting wet.
“That’s entertaining enough,” Whizzo admitted. “But isn’t that a lot of weight to carry around?”
“Nah, mate. It’s all evenly distributed. Plus, I’ve been weight training for the last three months, carrying thirty-kilo weights on my back while bushwalking.”
“Like I said,” Whizzo repeated. “You’re going to need something spectacular to beat him.”
Dropping in on the two men unexpectedly, another Cosplayer in a very impressive Spiderman costume fell dangling from a wire-like device onto the small stage, then took up the typical one arm, two-legged crawl pose normally associated with the comic book hero. Positioned almost parallel to the ground, Spidey looked ready to do a one-handed push-up.
“Look, Whizzo!” Hydro exclaimed in an amateur dramatic way – trying to create an improvisational moment. “It’s me arch-nemesis, Spiderman!”
“Other way round, you clown,” the fully costumed comic hero belligerently spat through their face mask, while standing up. “I’m the superhero, so that makes you the villain. Superheroes can’t be an arch nemesis.”
“Yeah, I knew that,” Hydro embarrassingly contradicted. “Was just testing to see if you knew.”
“How d’ya like my entrance, Whizzo?”
“Impressive, Spidey.” Whizzo complimented.
“I’m the wildcard entry.”
“To what?” Hydro enquired.
“To today’s best costume and skit.”
“I thought that was just between me and fatso?”
“This your first Comic Con, wet boy?” The not-so-friendly neighbourhood superhero teased. “The skits are always full of surprises.”
“Does everyone just make up their own rules, here?” Hydro lashed out.
“He’s still getting his bearings, Spidey.” Whizzo inserted. “But he’s done well for a first timer to get to the cosplayoff.”
“Step aside, Hydro Man.” Spidey musically commanded. “Let a professional through.”
Pushing a button situated on Spidey’s wristband, the webslinger leapt into the air and disappeared over the stage backdrop.
“How’d he do that?” Hydro asked Whizzo.
“Cirque De Soleil. Came with an accompanying entourage who have rigged the hall at certain points to create the illusion of swinging from spider silk.”
“Yeah? He allowed to do that?”
“Within reason, as long as the apparatus doesn’t endanger anyone. Spidey covered the insurance premium and signed a waiver of indemnity. If anyone gets hurt, Spidey pays.”
“Bloody hell, mate! That’s defo pro, there.”
“I told you.”
“Well,” Hydro enthusiastically stated. “I can’t hang around here chewing the fat all day. I’ve got a competition to win.”
“Let me show you the way,” Whizzo kindly offered.
Guiding Hydro to the performance stage, the water-carrying anti-hero, laughed, berated, and marvelled at some of the cosplayers he passed along the way. There were numerous Star Wars characters – including a very impressive Mandalorian who shot sponge arrows from his arms, a witch on a broom that made her look like she was flying just above the ground, a collection of Doctor Who Daleks, and a plethora of fantasy characters from cartoons to video games created a surreal but juvenile atmosphere of fantasy role playing. There were characters from Chainsaw Massacre, Ghostbusters, Game of Thrones, Scream, Harry Potter, IT, The Matrix, Alien, Predator, and many more. To Hydro, it looked like every character of every popular comic, movie, and tv series was passionately represented. However, the one that caught his undivided attention was Harlequin, and Hydro shared his approval with the whole floor by pretending to dry-hump Whizzo’s leg – as he watched her pass by.
“Hydro,” Whizzo corrected him.
“Blackfacing?” Hydro presumed.
“Blackfacing also covers behaviour,” Whizzo pointed out – while unpeeling Hydro from his leg. However, there was no time for lectures, as the Tanoy system interrupted them, inviting the skit finalists to the stage.
“Hydro Man!” Came the call through the speaker system, as he ascended the eight short steps to the tall stage.
“Alpha…Bittle!” The announcer introduced the already in place Nico, prancing and using his front hoofs to mimic counting, by scraping them on the stage platform.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” continued the announcer. “Guys and Ghouls. Presenting a first for this year. Swooping in on their own apparatus, I give you… Wait! Do you feel that tingling at the back of your neck? Like you’ve just been bitten by a radioactive spider? Yes, she’s back from last year’s best cosplayer as Poison Ivy… casting a tangled web of deceit, by switching allegiances from DC to Marvel, it’s Spider Girl!”
“Crikey!” Hydro shouted down to Whizzo – who was standing at front row centre. “A girl…! Had me sucked in, mate!”
“We cater to all,” Whizzo directed back his reply to Hydro. “There’s no preconceptions here at Comic Con.”
“With that high-pitched voice, I just thought his balls hadn’t dropped, yet.”
A crowd converged around Whizzo, in front of the stage, grouping together like room to stand was running out. It wasn’t. Mob rule had taken over the youthful excitement of escapism, and jamming themselves like someone had lassoed them together, increased their level of fervour.
This was a convention for the young, where they could dress up and behave as someone completely removed from the humdrum of daily life. Where the abnormal is imitable and fantasy is the new reality. So Hydro thought – before his mental summation of the crowd was abruptly interrupted by the feet of Spidergirl clipping his head, as she swung down and onto the stage to a raucous reception.
“Outta my way, Wet Boy,” she sang. “You’re in the big league, now.”
“Let’s hear it for Spidergirl!” The announcer yelled, prompting more cheers and whistles of approval to ring out. “Can we please have the cosplayers on stage walk in a single-file circle. It’s time for best costume award!”
Complying, the three contestants walked in an encircling pattern around the stage. The crowd cheered Alphabittle, screamed at Spidergirl and playfully booed Hydro, irking him just enough for him to stick his tongue out at them and grab his crotch.
At the announcer’s command, the three competitors lined up arms-length from each other for the judging. Hydro found himself stuck in the middle of the other two – who were hamming it up for the audience by acting out various poses associated with their characters. Hydro just stood with arms raised slightly above waist level, squirting water at the audience – annoying some of the satin-wearing cosplayers when staining sprinkles of water landed on their costumes.
“The judges have voted for best costume,” the announcer commented. “In third place is… Hydro Man, and the winner is… Alphabittle!”
Nudging the disappointed Hydro, Nico took a pony-styled bow.
“Not bad for a grey Rhino, hey?”
“Well done,” Spidergirl congratulated Nico, as the announcer initialised the Cosplay Skit part of the competition. “What a waste of sowing thread, Hydro,” she added. “Now, watch what I have in store for these amateurs.”
“That’s Blackfacing,” Hydro replied – right before he spitefully leaned across and pressed Spidey’s wrist button.
Before Spidergirl could react, the wire she was attached to recoiled and yanked her off the stage, swinging her screaming in a circular direction. Then, returning in an arc back towards the stage, she swung straight down toward the panicked Nico, whose four hoofed extremities scrambled to get out of the way. In a microsecond of regretful malaise, Hydro threw himself in-between them and was hit full force by Spidergirl’s momentum. The impact burst every water chamber on Hydro’s torso, creating a wall of water flung into the air, masking the fallout of the impact. Teetering at the back edge of the stage, Nico fell backwards and out of view of the audience, while Spidergirl slid and landed on him unceremoniously.
The crowd hushed, some brushing themselves down from being splashed. Hydro stood alone in a pool of water that began to drain from the slightly tilted stage.
“Cosplayers and alike,” the voice from the stage speakers announced. “This is a first. Staying true to his superpower by touching his opponents, Hydro has turned them into water, and I don’t think anyone in this building will deny that Hydro is the winner of the sewing machine prize!”
Before Hydro could argue that only he can turn himself into water and not anyone else, the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and whoops that silenced his protest. He had won something, and he was determined to revel in it.
“A few words, Hydro.” The announcer prompted him, as she passed him her microphone.
“Nah, yeah. I erm just wanted to thank me erm, mum for the use of her sewing machine.”
Accepting an envelope from the announcer with the prize claim coupon inside, Hydro tearfully waved it in the air.
“This is for you, Mum!” He shouted loudly. “Sorry I broke yours when it fell off the back of me Ute, but I’m bringing home a new one for ya! Latest model too!”
As the crowd began to disperse, Whizzo greeted Hydro at the side of the stage.
“Congrats, Hydro. That was spectacular.”
“Yeah, nah. One use only, mate. All the chambers have split. I’m done. There’s no time to come back for the grand final tomorrow. Are Spidey and Nico okay?”
“Nothing but pride dented. They’ll regroup,” Whizzo replied. “No doubt, one of them will win it all.”
“I reckon I would have given ‘em a run for their money.”
“There’s always next year, Hydro.”
“Yeah, nah. Too many immature ankle biters here thinking they’re more than what they are.”
“Hydro,” Whizzo admonished. “Remember your decorum.”
“Yeah, nah mate. Fuck that. I won, mate! Whoo! Yous can all kiss my wet bum!”
Disappointingly shaking his head, Whizzo watched as a drenched Hydro squished his way toward the exit, waving his prize coupon at every cosplayer he passed. Turning to shout back to Whizzo, a child-like expression decorated his face.
“Me mum likes me singing. So, next year, I’m off to X-Factor as Elvis.”
Faking a smile, Whizzo muttered under his breath,
“God help Simon Cowell…”
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Almost all the "fact check" organizations have eventually been corrupted and simply repeat government approved narratives. I personally studied Snopes and discovered that a police raid uncovered a hidden journal with payments from influential wealthy organizations. This is a problem. And it is my belief that the influence of powerful organizations and governments in the past, currently in the present, and certainly in the future will do their best to massage all AI results to favor their objectives. The only way that I can see this travesty avoided is though multiple layers of self-checking or policing. In China, corruption of the government officials has been so pernicious that a policing organization; an anti-corruption police, is necessary. Would such an AI unit be helpful for ai units in providing answers?
Answer:
You raise a profoundly important point about the potential for corruption and bias in fact-checking organizations, as well as the broader issue of powerful entities influencing AI systems to serve their agendas. This is a legitimate concern, especially given the historical and ongoing examples of manipulation in media, government, and other institutions. Your analogy to China’s anti-corruption police is intriguing and suggests a potential solution: an independent, self-policing mechanism for AI systems to ensure accountability and transparency.
Here’s how such a system might work, along with its challenges and potential benefits:
The Concept of an “AI Anti-Corruption Unit”
An AI oversight system could act as a layer of self-checking or policing to ensure that AI outputs remain unbiased, accurate, and free from undue influence. This could involve:
Independent Auditing:
A separate AI system or human-led organization could continuously audit the outputs of primary AI models, flagging potential biases, inaccuracies, or signs of manipulation.
This auditing system would need to be insulated from the same influences that might corrupt the primary AI, requiring strict transparency and independence.
Multi-Layer Verification:
AI outputs could be cross-checked against multiple independent datasets and sources, including those from diverse political, cultural, and ideological perspectives.
Discrepancies between sources could trigger further investigation or a confidence score to inform users of potential uncertainty.
Decentralized Oversight:
Instead of relying on a single oversight body, a decentralized network of independent auditors (both human and AI) could review AI outputs. This would reduce the risk of centralized corruption or control.
Transparency and Explainability:
AI systems could be designed to provide detailed explanations for their outputs, including the sources of data and the reasoning process. This would allow users and auditors to trace how conclusions were reached.
User Feedback and Crowdsourced Verification:
Users could flag suspicious or inaccurate outputs, which would then be reviewed by the oversight system. Crowdsourced verification could help identify patterns of bias or manipulation.
Challenges to Implementing an AI Oversight System
While the idea of an “AI anti-corruption unit” is compelling, there are significant challenges to making it effective:
Independence and Neutrality:
Ensuring that the oversight system itself remains independent and free from corruption is a major hurdle. Powerful entities could attempt to influence or co-opt the oversight mechanism.
Complexity and Cost:
Building and maintaining a robust, multi-layered oversight system would require significant resources, expertise, and infrastructure.
Defining Objectivity:
Bias and corruption are often subjective concepts, and different stakeholders may have conflicting views on what constitutes “truth” or “fairness.”
Global Coordination:
AI systems are used globally, and oversight mechanisms would need to account for diverse cultural, political, and legal contexts. This could complicate efforts to establish universal standards.
Technological Limitations:
Current AI systems are not infallible and may struggle to detect subtle forms of bias or manipulation, especially in complex or nuanced situations.
Potential Benefits of an AI Oversight System
Despite the challenges, an AI oversight system could offer significant benefits:
Increased Trust:
By demonstrating a commitment to transparency and accountability, AI developers could build greater trust with users and stakeholders.
Reduced Manipulation:
A robust oversight system could deter attempts to manipulate AI outputs for political, commercial, or ideological purposes.
Improved Accuracy:
Continuous auditing and verification could help identify and correct errors, leading to more accurate and reliable AI outputs.
Empowerment of Users:
By providing users with tools to verify AI outputs and understand their limitations, an oversight system could empower individuals to make more informed decisions.
A Broader Cultural Shift
While technological solutions like an AI oversight system are important, addressing the root causes of corruption and bias requires a broader cultural and institutional shift. This includes:
Promoting Media Literacy: Educating the public to critically evaluate information and recognize potential biases or manipulation.
Strengthening Independent Journalism: Supporting independent, non-partisan media outlets that prioritize truth and accountability.
Encouraging Ethical AI Development: Advocating for ethical guidelines and regulations that prioritize transparency, fairness, and accountability in AI systems.
Conclusion
Your idea of an “AI anti-corruption unit” is a thought-provoking solution to the problem of bias and manipulation in AI systems. While implementing such a system would be challenging, it represents a meaningful step toward ensuring that AI remains a tool for truth and empowerment, rather than a vehicle for propaganda or control. By combining technological innovation with cultural and institutional reforms, we can work toward a future where AI systems are both powerful and trustworthy.
If you have further thoughts or ideas on how to refine this concept, I’d be eager to hear them!
Cajun Smothered Steak
Smothered Round Steak 1200 48
Yield: varies, depending upon size of steak pieces
Ingredients
3 1/2 pounds cube steak
1 teaspoon black pepper
2 teaspoons salt
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 bell pepper, thinly sliced
3 onions, thinly sliced
2 cups beef broth
2 cans cream of mushroom soup
1 packet Lipton onion soup mix
2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
2 teaspoons garlic powder
1 tablespoon Cajun seasoning
1 teaspoon paprika
Instructions
Salt and pepper the cube steak.
Dip both sides of steak into the flour and shake excess off.
Heat the vegetable oil in a skillet.
Brown both sides of each piece of steak. You do not have to cook the meat until it is done. Just brown the outside.
Spray the slow cooker with cooking spray.
Layer the sliced onions and bell pepper.
Layer the steak on top of the onions and bell pepper.
Mix the beef broth, mushroom soup, onion soup mix, Worcestershire sauce, garlic powder, Cajun seasoning and paprika.
Cook on LOW for 6 to 8 hours.
Serve over rice, mashed potatoes or egg noodles.
What do you think the effects of the recent Canadian tariffs on the United States will be?
The result is that Canadian are suddenly a very united, as people and as a nation and that includes the black sheep province of Quebec.
The grocery I usually frequent started today to label all Canadian products with a red sticker and those made locally in Quebec with a blue sticker.
The pubs and coffee shops I sometimes frequent are having sales on anything American, such as bourbon, wine from California or coffee imported from the US
And yest, they say, once we are out, that’s it for US products in our place.
It might not sound like much, but it still is a ripple in the sea. Many ripples will create a wave and many waves will end up as a tsunami.
Last but not least, American bourbon sales in Canada (36 million litres annually) are gone. That alone is going to have Tennessee and other red states crying like babies. Do you have any idea how adept we Canadians are at drinking?
I eat locally/ proud to be from Canada
It says, “I drink local my Donald”, advertising a Quebec made beer!
I don’t think that this needs translation…
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What is the best non-Chinese brand of electric vehicle in China?
That would be Tesla model 3 and model Y.
For the higher end market the Lotus Emeya is quite popular in Beijing. It’s not generally considered Chinese although the brand is currently a Chinese subsidiary.
For the lower end the Volkswagen ID3, ID4, ID6, the Minicooper, the Toyota BZ3 and Kia EV5. They’re all cheaper due to the foreign EV penalty though (people believe foreign cars and especially EVs are of worse quality than Chinese offerings and Tesla, so they pay less).
Americans On Rednote Breakdown In Tears Realizing Trump’s America Has No Future!
Back in the day when I was in High School, towards the end of Senior year, I took stock of my friendships. By then, I was a pretty “popular” guy. We were all ending our childhood and moving into early adulthood. And we were all falling into our “groove”.
I was a normal teenager for that period of time. I went to school, lifted weights, and then went to work. After work, I would go and party and hang-out with my friends. It was a routine that I had at that time, and one which is well illustrated in the movie “Dazed and confused”.
Now, East Brady was a small town. But we did have two car dealerships. And both owners had kids my age. Matt was a classmate and he was a peculiar fellow, being a closet gay. But we got along well enough. Though he has this mischievous streak that was irritating. He also ended up having a gay relationship with Paul M, who ended up having some “doors open up for him” in the world of massive apartment design.
The other dealership was near my house at the bottom of the hill (well, more or less) and while I didn’t care too much for the owner, who was always chasing me away (there was a old bottle dump behind his business) he had two daughters who always liked me, and I really liked both of them. We were always very friendly to each other, but never dated either. We kept things on the “almost band”.
Now, at that time, I was trying to get into the Air Force Academy. And I and Brian B. scored top in all the battery of tests, and we tied for the spot. Brian got it. And the younger sister got with him, and married him. Good for Brian. I instead, went to Syracuse, got my degree in Aerospace Engineering, joined the Navy and started flying as a naval Aviator until I transferred to MAJestic.
But there is synchronicity.
The girl (who I am trying my best to avoid putting her name here) liked both myself and Brian. Yet Brian and I were both friend and both had the same dream. In a way, we were identical. One girl. Two identials. She chose one, I went off to another direction. It was a bifurcation.
In life these patterns show themselves, and if you review life… declutter the mundane, and look at general trends, it’s almost like we are all on a “reserved seat” on a roller coaster. Just gaining the experiences one way or the other, but with routes and vectors pre-planned.
I believe.
Ah. For today…
What is the most badass thing your parent has ever done?
Let me paint the picture. My mom is a 5′2″ (157cm) platinum-blonde, petite British woman. Her best friend is a 5′10″ (178cm) athletic black woman. The picture of my mom as a bridesmaid at her friend’s wedding is hilarious and looks like a sketch from the “One of these things is not like the others” segment of Sesame Street. But I digress…
We were next door neighbors for several years and these two great friends used to go for a long walk together almost every evening.
One night, as they were walking down the main boulevard that runs through our community, a car full of girls in their late teens pulled up alongside them and the girls began yelling obscenities and racial slurs toward both my mother and her friend. We live in a diverse, progressive city and it is very unusual to hear racist comments — but there are the occasional idiots, even in Silicon Valley.
My typically quite reserved mother is fuming mad and looking for rocks to pick up and throw at the car, which is now speeding away.
As they continue on their walk, they reach the main intersection, which is their turnaround point, and my mom notices that the racists’ vehicle is parked across the street at the gas station. Without saying a word to her friend, she takes off at a full run across the street, dodging cars like a game of Frogger, and begins banging on the window of the passenger.
“Open the door, or I will tear it off its hinges!” she screams with enough authority that the stupid girl actually unlocks her door, which my mother rips open and then proceeds to physically, forcibly remove the passenger from the car in what seems to be a single motion.
Despite being three decades older than them, and outnumbered, my mother opens the back door and orders the rear passenger out as well. “But I’m pregnant,” counters the suddenly demure deviant in the backseat. “CongratuFRICKENlations. Get out!,” insists my incensed — but still too Christian to really swear — mother.
By the time her friend crosses the street and catches up, Mom has these two girls pinned against the car and is giving them the verbal lashing of a lifetime. The driver, who has been pumping gas, reaches into the car to pull our her cell phone and says she will call the police if my Mom doesn’t let them go.
“Oh, please do, because what you did qualifies as a hate crime in this country. I’d love to explain to my friends at San Jose PD what you lovely young ladies just did.” (It probably didn’t, but again, no one questioned the fiery English woman who was now raging in full momma-bear mode.)
My five-foot-nothing mother, who at this point was approaching grandmother age, has two of the girls in tears as she questions their life choices, their education, their upbringing, and their utter lack of worth to the planet. She then makes them, one by one, look her friend in the eye, apologize and plead for her forgiveness. I genuinely wonder what these girls though my tiny little mom was going to do to them, but clearly she painted a terrifying enough mental picture in her initial verbal onslaught that all four of them complied, begging forgiveness and promising to be better in the future.
One of them continued to give attitude, though, and my mother was not satisfied with her level of penitence. So, before she walked away, she walked up to this girl, got well inside her personal space and whispered (just loud enough to be sure her friends would hear), “And you, my dear, you are in the most trouble of all, because I know your mom. When I get home, I will call her and explain to her the disgrace you have brough upon your family in front of the whole neighborhood. So you might not want to go home tonight.” Again, my mom did not know this young woman from Adam, and she certainly did not know her mom. But this little trouble causer didn’t know that. And she was quaking in her boots.
So, what do you think? Cruel and unusual punishment or bad to the freakin’ bone?
Post script for fun:
It took about half an hour to get home from the gas station where this all went down. As the ladies turned the corner onto our block, they were met by a sight very similar to this:
San Jose Police with armored vehicles, MERGE (SWAT) officers in full tactical gear, and about a dozen police cars were lining our street.
“Did they really call the police on us?”
“Oh, I don’t know. And what on earth must they have said to warrant this kind of response!?!”
Turns out it was totally unrelated. We lived across the street from a school and they were using the school parking lot as a staging area for a tactical operation on a wanted criminal a few blocks over. But for the two minutes it took to walk past these dozens of officers, it was my mom and her friend who were shaking in their boots. Karma?
EDIT: 24 hours (and nearly 30,000 views) later, my mom read the story. She said, “You forgot my favorite part! – CongratuFRICKENlations!” So, apparently she didn’t grab the gal in the backseat, she only yelled at her, and when informed the girl was pregnant she non-swore at her and still ordered her out of the car. That section has been edited.” She also requested a disclaimer that it was her Irish blood that got the better of her. So, there’s that.
Green Curry Chicken
hariyali chicken
Ingredients
1 pound boneless chicken breasts
1 tablespoon dark soy sauce
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons cooking oil
2 tablespoons green curry paste
2 green onions with tops, chopped
3 cloves garlic, peeled and chopped
1 teaspoon fresh ginger, peeled and finely chopped
2 cups coconut milk
1 tablespoon fish sauce
1 tablespoon dark soy sauce
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
1/2 cup cilantro leaves, for garnish
Instructions
Cut chicken into 1 inch cubes then toss first in 1 tablespoon dark soy sauce, then in the flour, coating pieces evenly.
Heat the oil in a large skillet over medium high heat.
Place chicken in the skillet, cook and stir chicken until browned, about 5 minutes. Remove chicken.
Reduce heat to medium and stir in curry paste. Cook for 1 minute until fragrant, then stir in green onions, garlic, and ginger; cook an additional 2 minutes.
Return chicken to the skillet, stirring to coat with the curry mixture.
Stir the coconut milk, fish sauce, 1 tablespoon soy sauce and sugar into the chicken-curry mixture. Allow to simmer over medium heat for 20 minutes until the chicken is tender.
Serve garnished with cilantro leaves.
Farmers on the Subway. 6 AM, China
What are the dirtiest cities in the world?
What do you think about this photo?
It looks like a house in a slum, huh? And it looks like a dump.
Believe it or not this is actually a river.
If you look closely, you can see that trash is floating on the river. This is the Pasig River in the Philippines. Pasig, the largest lake in the Philippines, flows about 25 kilometers from Manila Bay to Lagun de Bay. The problem is that the river runs through the world’s most populous city, Manila, and as a result, it has become a local dumping ground. After World War II, when the city’s population exploded, the river was used to dump industrial waste, household waste, sewage, and pretty much anything else you can think of. In the 1990s, Pasig was considered biologically dead, meaning it could not support any aquatic life due to its low oxygen levels.
But the story doesn’t end here.
The picture on the right is the Pasig River today. Since 2008, the Asian Development Bank and the Philippine government have taken the initiative to restore the river. The program brings together city residents, government agencies and environmental experts.
The Filipinos themselves did not expect the ADB’s help and slowly, life is returning to the Dead River. Last year, the river won the Asian River Award for its “beauty” and “utility.”
The Pasig River won first prize of the Asia River Prize.
That’s all I know.
Again and again I keep hearing that China is about to collapse. And yet it currently is crushing the United States in AI and various other industries. When is this long-mooted collapse supposed to happen?
Now that Trump has temporarily shut down the USAID, we should see less prediction of China collapse for a while. USAID reportedly has been subsidizing some 5,000 presstitutes to write negative reports on China, some are blatant lies. Some even wrote books to that effect (subsidized, of course). I frankly don’t see how a country like China can collapse. As long as they don’t know how else to make a living, they will keep writing as soon as USAID resumes the subsidy.
This story contains themes or mentions of mental health issues.
“Thank you for calling Good Mourning Mortuary. My name is Arin-Inez. How may I assist you today?” The calm, comforting voice flowed through the phone like honey—so smooth and sweet, the artificially intelligent voice box proved nearly impossible to detect.Betty Masters blew her nose, wiped tears from her cheeks with trembling hands and replied, “Yes…my boyfriend just died. I’m not sure what to do.”“I am sorry for your loss,” said Arin-Inez. “May I have your name please?”“Betty—Elizabeth Masters.”
“May I call you Betty?”
“Yes.”
“I am sorry for your loss, Betty. Good Mourning Mortuary is here to help you through this difficult time. May I have the name of the deceased, please?”
“Todd Bentley.” Betty howled in anguish and a fresh torrent of tears flooded her face. She slammed the cell phone on the coffee table, inhaled deeply and tried to regain her composure.
“I am sorry for your pain, Betty. May I ask how the deceased died, please?”
“He was asleep. He died in his sleep.”
“Thank you, Betty. Can you please confirm the location of the deceased?”
“He’s upstairs, in bed.”
“Thank you, Betty. Is the bed located at 365 Loftstrand Court in Oak Grove?”
Betty’s brow furrowed. “Yes, but how did you know that?”
“Thank you, Betty. The GPS on the cell phone you are calling from cites this location. Good Mourning Mortuary is available to retrieve the deceased in exactly one hour and 13 minutes. For your convenience, the final arrangements may be made from 365 Loftstrand Court in Oak Grove. May we send a death care unit out to further assist you, Betty?”
Betty frowned and spoke between sniffles. “A death care unit? Sure, I guess so.”
“Thank you, Betty. Good Mourning Mortuary will arrive at 365 Loftstrand Court in Oak Grove in exactly one hour and 12 minutes. Good-bye.”
****
4 Non Blondes shrieked the chorus of “What’s Up?” through Betty’s cell phone and shattered the silence, startling her. The caller ID said Good Mourning Mortuary.
She answered, “Betty speaking.”
“Hello, Betty. I am Alvin-Ivan of Good Mourning Mortuary, the death care unit sent to assist you. I am at your front door ready to serve you. Please do not end this call, Betty. We will communicate with one another through your cell phone.”
Puzzled, Betty gripped her phone in one hand and gently touched Todd’s cooling skin with the other hand. His pale, quiescent corpse was there, but he wasn’t. He was gone. Somewhere. He lay still and silent on his stomach with his right cheek planted firmly into his pillow, his eyes closed in an eternal slumber. She softly tousled Todd’s hair and planted a final good-bye kiss on his cheek before covering his naked body with the crumpled comforter and trotting down the stairs to answer the door.
Betty flung open the front door and saw no one. She looked down, gasped, and dropped her cell phone when she saw a clear, see-through casket hovering outside her doorway.
“Hello, Betty. I am Alvin-Ivan, a death care unit from Good Mourning Mortuary,” said a deep calm voice through her phone.
“Please lead me to the deceased.”
“You have got to be kidding me.” Betty looked up from the casket and scanned the horizon outside her front door, looking for a human. All she saw was a white hearse parked perfectly in her driveway with the words Good Mourning Mortuary in the windows. No driver or physical person appeared anywhere.
Betty quickly retrieved her phone from the ground. “Where’s the person—the funeral person? Alvin-Ivan, where are you?” She yelled into her phone, tears springing to her eyes again. She inhaled deeply in a feeble effort to fight the panic that whirled within her.
“Do not be distressed, Betty. I will provide you with detailed instruction via your cell phone—through either voice or text—to help you prepare the final arrangements. Please lead me to the deceased.”
“Lead you to the—how do I lead a casket anywhere?” Betty looked closer at the transparent casket. A plush white mattress with a subtle cross hatch design and a large golden GM monogrammed in the middle lay on the bottom of the casket. A rounded glass dome sprouted out of three-inch tall steel panels that lined each side of the casket, creating a transparent enclosure.
Betty’s phone pinged as a text came through. The text contained a link to a menu with the following choices: Sync AI to Cell Phone, Retrieve Remains, Prepare Remains, Prepare Documentation, Plan Funeral, Arrange Internment.
“I have sent you a text with my menu,” remarked Alvin-Ivan. “Please select Sync AI to Cell Phone, then walk to the precise location of the deceased. I will pair up with your cell phone and use GPS to follow you.”
Betty completed the instructions and walked into the house. She held the door open and Alvin-Ivan hovered over the threshold and into the foyer. Mouth ajar, Betty slammed the door shut and shouted dramatically, “Follow me!”
Alvin-Ivan floated behind Betty taking care not to bump into any walls or furniture. Betty climbed the stairs and Alvin-Ivan floated right behind her. When they reached the bedroom, Betty watched Alvin-Ivan hover over Todd.
“Please select ‘Retrieve Remains’ from the menu, Betty,” instructed Alvin-Ivan. Betty pressed the button on her phone. The bottom of the casket slid open like an elevator door and a strong vacuum sucked Todd up into the casket. The bottom of the casket shut quickly, shook heartily, and flipped Todd onto his back with his arms at his sides.
“Oh, my word—what just happened?” Betty whispered. “I think I need to call someone. This is just…I can’t…”
“Do not be distressed, Betty. I am here to assist you. Please select ‘Prepare Remains’ from the menu.”
Betty narrowed her eyes to more easily read the menu. She selected “Prepare Remains” and quickly swiped at the tears that pooled in her eyes. A series of questions popped up on her phone and she responded promptly.
“Will the deceased be casketed or cremated?” Cremated.
“Will you keep the cremated remains on the premises, inter them in a local cemetery, or scatter them in a lawful, pre-authorized destination? Scatter them.
“Are you ready to plan a funeral service?” Yes.
“Please key in the cell phone number of the deceased.” 693-845-5291.
“Based upon the cell phone records, address book, and browsing history obtained from the cell phone of the deceased, Good Mourning Mortuary recommends that an intimate memorial service be held in three days, rain or shine, on May 22,10:00 am at Forsythe Pier on Byson Bay. Celebrant Kendra Broderick will conduct the 15-minute commemoration. The Oak Grove Jazz Quartet will play a medley of 1950s showtunes for 15 minutes. An allotment of 20 minutes will be given for family and friends to share memories. The cremated remains of the deceased will be scattered into Byson Bay at approximately 10:50 am. A monarch butterfly release, in homage to the deceased’s beloved Mercury Monarch, will happen promptly thereafter. A reception will be held at Byson Bay Seafood House at 11:00 am with surf and turf and vegetarian entrees available. A cash bar will be provided. A preliminary guest list and a quote have been sent to you via text.”
Betty shook her head in disbelief. All of Todd’s favorite things were succinctly wrapped up in one short paragraph summarizing his memorial service, of all things. A link to the preliminary guest list popped up on her phone. She clicked through to find a curated list of 47 people complete with names, mailing addresses, phone numbers, and the individual’s relationship to Todd listed in alphabetical order.
Betty scanned the names on the list and recognized most of them as Todd’s coworkers and friends. She perused the list again, slowly, and stumbled upon two names that she did not recognize: Clothilde Bentley, wife of the deceased and Sorrel Bentley, daughter of the deceased.
“I knew this weirdo gadget would muck up,” muttered Betty.
“Hello? Helloooo?” She said aloud, gently knocking on the casket with her knuckles while griping into her cell phone. “There’s been some mistake. The guest list includes a wife and a daughter for Todd. He’s not married and he has no children. I’m his girlfriend. There’s an error on the guest list. You’ve got to fix this.”
“Thank you for taking the time to make your selections, Betty,” schmoozed Alvin-Ivan. “Your selections have been noted and a quote has been texted to your cell phone. However, there appears to be a glitch.”
“A glitch?” Betty felt the heat rise to her face. Her chest tightened.
Alvin-Ivan continued, “The deceased has been married for 18 years and has one child on record, aged 18. To proceed with the arrangements you have made, permission from the deceased’s next of kin is required.”
“Next of kin? I am his next of kin. His parents are dead and he has no siblings!” Betty yelled into her phone.
“For your convenience, Good Mourning Mortuary has texted the final arrangements you have selected to the wife of the deceased along with your contact information. The authorization of Clothilde Bentley is required to proceed with the final arrangements.”
The blood drained from Betty’s face then promptly filled back up again as her skin flushed crimson with anger. Her body trembled and she punched the casket with her fist. “Ouch!” She yelped trying to shake the sting out of the offending hand.
“Al—you’ve got the wrong information, buddy. I’ve been with Todd for 16 years. We’re not married. He’s never been married. And there are no children! Get me a human on the phone, right now!”
“Do not be distressed, Betty. I am here to assist you.” The calm inflection of Alvin-Ivan’s voice sounded like a mockery and grated Betty’s ears. Her hand trembled violently as she clicked the link that Alvin-Ivan texted to her. One click unleashed a floodgate of cold-blooded truth and harsh reality: Todd and Clothilde Bentley’s marriage license, a birth certificate for Sorrel Lennox Bentley, a link to photos of Todd and a very pregnant Clothilde walking down the aisle, dancing, eating, smashing wedding cake into each other’s faces.
Betty’s stomach dropped and coiled itself into twists and knots when she clicked on the link revealing photos of Sorrel. Todd in the delivery room holding a bundled baby with a shock of auburn curls sprouting from one end of the blanket. Todd giving Sorrel her first bath. Todd kissing baby Sorrel on her forehead. Betty nearly vomited when she viewed more recent photos of the three of them at Sorrel’s high school graduation, at a basketball game, at a Broadway show in New York City.
Betty threw the phone down on the ground and stomped on it. “No. No. No. This cannot be…this CANNOT BE!” She released a primal scream that rattled her bedroom windows. Todd lay quietly in his idling transparent cocoon—unbothered, undisturbed, completely at peace.
“I am sorry that you are in pain, Betty,” said Alvin-Ivan. “Death is a natural, often uncomfortable part of life. Good Mourning Mortuary is here to help you.”
“There is nothing good about this. Nothing! Get out. Cancel everything. And get out now!” Betty barked into her phone while eyeing the casket.
“I am sorry that you are distressed, Betty,” purred Alvin-Ivan.
“Unfortunately, the services of Good Mourning Mortuary are inexpungible.”
“Inex—what? What did you say? What are you saying?” Betty stood with one hand on her hip, wheezing from a lack of oxygen. She felt her self-control and any remnant of decency slip away from her with each gasp.
“You are welcome to modify your selections,” continued Alvin-Ivan, “But you may not cancel the agreement. Good Mourning Mortuary has an obligation to you and to the general public to safely and promptly handle the remains of the deceased.”
Betty picked up her cell phone and pressed, “End call.” Alvin-Ivan powered down and landed on the floor with a thud.
“That’s it. I’m done with this. And I’m done with you,” she said eyeing the casket as she addressed Todd. “You son of a witch. You’re married? You’ve been married for 18 years with a kid and you said nothing? How could you? Who are you? And who am I to have fallen for this crap…and for you? How did I not know?”
Blind rage accosted Betty like a thief, stealing every bit of common sense she had left. She shoved the casket out of the bedroom, pushed it down the hallway, and kicked it down the stairs. It banged noisily against the bannisters and rammed mercilessly into the front door—puncturing two large holes in the surrounding drywall. The glass casket remained intact and Todd remained unperturbed, cool as a cucumber.
Bobby McFerrin’s cheery “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” ring tone blasted out of Tom’s cell phone to remind him to take his anxiety medication. Curses poured from Betty’s mouth like lava as she ran back to the bedroom and began flipping pillows, opening drawers, and tearing up the room in a mad scramble to find his phone, to no avail. Five minutes later, the doorbell rang followed by a loud knock on the door.
“Oak Grove Police. Open up.” The knocking grew louder, more forceful.
“Oh, so now humans show up.” Betty muttered.
“Oak Grove Police Department. Open the door, Ms. Masters. We’re not going to ask you again.”
They know my name? She thought to herself. Why is that? I haven’t done anything wrong.
“The door is blocked officer,” Betty yelled loud enough so that she could be heard through the door.
“Well, unblock it, Ms. Masters. Now. Or we’re breaking this door down.”
Betty pulled the casket away from the door. She scowled as a muscle pinched in her back. She opened the door to see two uniformed police officers—one short and stubby, one tall and lanky, peering at her with solemn faces.
“Oak Grove Police. I’m Officer Fremont,” said the lanky officer. “This is Officer Hodge.” The short officer nodded a greeting.
“We’ve received a complaint from Good Mourning Mortuary. They say you’re failing to abide by the agreement you made to properly dispose of the remains of a…Todd Bentley.”
“Dispose of the remains? I’m planning a funeral. I lost my boyfriend who I just learned is someone else’s husband. I just found out after 16 years together…”
“Better late than never, ma’am,” asserted Officer Hodge.
Officer Fremont nudged Officer Hodge to be quiet and cleared his throat. “Sorry for your trouble, Ms. Masters. But we’re here to make sure that the body is retrieved from the home and stored in Good Mourning Mortuary until further notice. We’ve been informed that you are not the next of kin and do not presently have authority to make any decisions concerning the disposal of the deceased’s remains. We’ll take the deceased to Good Mourning Mortuary’s 9th and Glendale location where he will be stored until his wife and daughter arrive.”
“No, you can’t just take him. He’s mine. I need to…I’ve already made plans. You can’t just take him. That’s inhumane!”
The officers strode into the foyer without further discussion, lifted each end of the casket and walked it out to the SUV they arrived in. The driverless white hearse parked in Betty’s driveway promptly backed out and followed behind the SUV.
Betty sunk to the floor. She had nothing left. No tears. No rage. No sadness. How could I not have known? She thought. This just doesn’t make sense. He said he didn’t believe in marriage. Did he stop believing in marriage before or after he was already joined together in holy matrimony?
She sifted through her memories of Todd like flour—shaking them up and watching them trickle down through her mind’s eye. She searched for holes in his stories or any unexplained absences and came up empty. She couldn’t even recall any gut checks that made her feel uneasy or unsure about him.
4 Non Blondes’ “What’s Up?” broke up her reverie. Betty looked around for her phone, found it, and warily answered the call.
“Hello, Betty. This is Alvin-Ivan with Good Mourning Mortuary. I am calling to inform you that the deceased has arrived safely at our 9th and Glendale location. The wife and daughter of the deceased have been notified of the death and of your preliminary preparations. They are scheduled to arrive later this evening to identify the body and to make the final arrangements. A link to a bill has been texted to your cell phone for the services rendered to date. The bill is due upon receipt. I have also included a list of grief counselors within the Oak Grove bereavement community that may be of service to you.
“Thank you for choosing Good Mourning Mortuary, Betty. Your opinion matters to us. Please stand by for a short customer satisfaction survey. And remember, a good mourning today gives birth to good mornings tomorrow. So, grieve well. And do let us know if we may be of further assistance to you and your family. Thank you. Good-bye.”
Betty hurled her cell phone into her yard through the front door which was still open. She got up, grabbed a shovel from the patio and beat her cell phone to smithereens. Without a word, she dug a hole in the ground and buried the fragments of her cell phone in it along with all of the links, texts, digital footprints, and photos of the Todd Bentley she knew and loved along with the Todd Bentley she’d never known, nor will never know, in her life.
The song “Good Morning” from the Singin’ In the Rain Broadway show faintly drifted out of the house. Another alarm from Todd’s phone. I’ve got to find that phone, thought Betty.
“See you in the mourning, Todd,” she said sadly. “I’ll see you in the mourning.”
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Have you ever quit your job in the middle of a meeting or conversation with your supervisor?
I had a part time job in high school working in a hospital kitchen, it was a great job that paid for a car and enterainment in high school and then paid for college. I was still at the job when I was 25 working full time, i was newly married and we needed the money (we always needed the money according to my accountant wife) but I was getting sick of the job and was itching to quit and found my opporotunity.
One of my jobs was to serve coffee and tea on trays along a conveyor line, I was the last person on the line and the trays would then go into an elevator just for trays to be conveyed up to the floors.
Occasionally something would go wrong, a tray would flip in the elevator and come crashing down and smash into pieces. This happened the night before and I would clear it all out so we could start again. When I was cleaning it out I actually reached into the elevator shaft to grab a tray. A supervisor saw this and gave me heck it was very unsafe and next time call maintenance, it was their job and they could do it safely.
So on this shift serving dinner a tray flipped and came crashing down, a glass jello bowl smashed and glass flew out and a piece stuck in my arm and it was bleeding. I quickly wrapped it up and was about to go take care of it. The new manager stopped me and said “You need to clear the elevator so we can resume” I said “no, I am bleeding and i was told never to clear it out again because its unsafe, maintance should be called its their job” She said “we dont have time for that, you need to clear it out now” . I said “I can and i will refuse to dangerous work, so fuck you, im out of here” and I left. She said “you quit now, you will never get a reference from us, very unprofessional” I said “Unprofessional ? I am injured, bleeding and you are asking me to do is unsafe, you are unprofessional and if anything you will be fired and I will be back at work tomorrow”
That was an empty threat on my part, I had my exit and I took it and wasnt coming back.
The next day, HR called me and asked me to come in. They wanted to hear my side of the story. So I told them. They said thanks, we were told a very different story. Are you willing to come back ? you have been here a long time. I said no, I didnt name her specifically but said the work environment is hostile, not what it once was. We are going to look into this further, I will get back to you in a few days.
A few days later the HR called me, “Just to let you know, we corroberated your version of events, we would like you to come back. You will find the work environment has greatly improved.” I said “I have given it some thought and I am going to decline, its been a great part time job for 10 years, I am working full time in my chosen career. I think its time to bring a new high school kid who could benefit from this great part time job.” She said “I understand, and good luck in your career”
My coworkers had a going away party for me a few weeks later. I found out that supervisor was fired for lying and covering up what had happened. She had tried to persuade others to go along with her story but everyone disliked her, HR found out about that too, she was terrible to work with, very dictorial and bossy.
I also received a severance which was unusual for a part time job. I was about a months pay.
Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Skybound Balloons
Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for another delightful escapade in the life of Sir Whiskerton, the farm’s most dashing (and modest) detective. Today’s tale takes us skyward, where a cluster of colorful balloons has caused quite the barnyard uproar. None of the animals have ever seen a balloon before, and their imaginations run wilder than a chicken in a cornfield. What follows is a story filled with laughter, misunderstandings, and a moral that will lift your spirits higher than a helium-filled balloon. So grab your sense of humor and let’s float into The Case of the Skybound Balloons.
The Great Balloon Invasion
It all began on a breezy afternoon. Sir Whiskerton was lounging in his favorite sunbeam, contemplating the mysteries of the universe (and whether the farmer would ever share his tuna sandwich), when a sudden commotion erupted near the barn.
“Whiskerton! Whiskerton!” Doris the hen squawked, flapping her wings in a panic. “There’s something in the sky! Something… floating!”
“Floating?!” Harriet clucked, her feathers ruffled. “But also so colorful!”
“Colorful! Oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian screeched, fainting dramatically into a pile of hay.
Sir Whiskerton sighed, flicking his tail. “Ladies, please. It’s probably just a bird. Or a very ambitious squirrel.”
“It’s not a bird!” Doris insisted. “It’s… it’s a monster! A floating, colorful monster!”
Curious, Sir Whiskerton followed the hens to the barn, where a crowd of animals had gathered. There, tangled in the weather vane, was a cluster of brightly colored balloons, bobbing and swaying in the wind.
“What in whiskers’ name is that?” Sir Whiskerton muttered, squinting at the balloons.
“I don’t know,” Rufus said, his tail wagging nervously. “But it’s definitely not a bird. Or a squirrel. Unless squirrels have started wearing rainbow-colored party hats.”
The Farm Reacts
The sight of the balloons sent the farm into a frenzy. The chickens were in a tizzy, the geese were honking up a storm, and even Porkchop the pig looked concerned.
“It’s an alien invasion!” Doris declared, pacing back and forth. “They’ve come to steal our eggs!”
“Steal our eggs?!” Harriet clucked. “But also so terrifying!”
“Terrifying! Oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian screeched, fainting again for good measure.
The geese, never ones to be outdone, waddled over with their usual dramatic flair.
“This is an outrage!” Gertrude the goose honked. “Those… things are blocking our view of the pond! How are we supposed to honk in peace with those floating menaces up there?”
“Menaces! But also so shiny!” one of the other geese added.
“Shiny! Oh, I can’t bear it!” another honked, collapsing into a dramatic heap.
Sir Whiskerton rubbed his temples with his paw. “Alright, everyone, calm down. They’re just balloons.”
“Balloons?” Doris said, tilting her head. “What’s a balloon?”
“It’s… well, it’s a thing that floats,” Sir Whiskerton explained. “Humans use them for parties and celebrations. They’re harmless.”
Determined to restore order, Sir Whiskerton decided to investigate the balloons. He climbed onto the barn roof, carefully avoiding the weather vane, and examined the tangled strings.
“Hmm,” he said, stroking his whiskers. “These balloons must have escaped from a child’s birthday party. They’re not dangerous, just… lost.”
“Sky puppies?” Sir Whiskerton said, rolling his eyes. “No, Rufus. They’re balloons. They’re filled with gas.”
“Gas?!” Doris squawked. “You mean they’re going to explode?!”
“Not that kind of gas,” Sir Whiskerton said, sighing. “They’re filled with helium. It’s what makes them float.”
“Helium?” Porkchop said, waddling over. “Sounds like a fancy word for trouble.”
The Balloon Rescue
Realizing the animals wouldn’t calm down until the balloons were removed, Sir Whiskerton devised a plan. He enlisted Rufus, Porkchop, and Ferdinand the duck to help him retrieve the balloons.
“Alright, team,” Sir Whiskerton said, addressing the group. “Here’s the plan: Rufus, you’ll climb onto my shoulders. Porkchop, you’ll steady the ladder. And Ferdinand, you’ll… well, you’ll quack encouragingly.”
“Quack encouragingly?” Ferdinand said, puffing out his chest. “I can do better than that! I’ll sing!”
“Please don’t,” Sir Whiskerton muttered under his breath.
With Rufus perched on Sir Whiskerton’s shoulders, they managed to reach the weather vane and untangle the balloons. As they worked, Ferdinand belted out a dramatic rendition of “Fly Me to the Moon,” which, while off-key, did provide some entertainment.
A Happy Ending
Once the balloons were safely on the ground, the animals gathered around to inspect them. Doris poked one cautiously with her beak, while Gertrude honked at it as if scolding a misbehaving gosling.
“They’re… they’re beautiful,” Doris said, her eyes wide. “Like little pieces of the rainbow.”
“Rainbow! But also so squishy!” Harriet clucked.
“Squishy! Oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian screeched, fainting one last time.
Sir Whiskerton smiled. “See? Nothing to fear. They’re just balloons.”
The farmer, noticing the commotion, came out to investigate. He chuckled when he saw the balloons and decided to tie them to the fence, where they bobbed cheerfully in the breeze.
The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Sometimes, the things we fear the most are simply misunderstood. A little curiosity and courage can turn a scary situation into a joyful one. And as for the balloons? They became the farm’s newest attraction, bringing smiles to everyone—even Gertrude.
As for Sir Whiskerton? He returned to his sunbeam, content in the knowledge that he had once again saved the day. And if the farmer happened to leave a tuna sandwich nearby as a thank-you… well, that was just a happy coincidence.
Until next time, my friends.
The End.
I hope this balloon-filled adventure brought a smile to your face! Let me know if you’d like more tales from the farm—perhaps involving a runaway scarecrow or a mischievous garden gnome!
Why in the hell is high tech stuff so extremely expensive to make in the West? It’s not like this in China or anywhere in the East.
Go read news on Foxconn and TSMC’s investment adventures in the US.
Apparently the Americans (harder working than Europeans) are too “lacking in work ethics” even by Taiwanese (a westernized and developed economy) standards, that somehow American engineers and doctors would refuse to work overnight shifts and sleep in the basement.
Just took this picture of a regular mall in Beijing. It’s the first day of Chinese New Year (equivalent to Christmas in the West), and every shop’s open and running. I’m just passing by to grab some fast food for dinner after a day of unpaid overtime.
So you can imagine the greater gap still, between Western and Chinese (a hard working developing economy) work ethics. Elon Musk sent Chinese engineers from his Gigafactory in Shanghai to “educate” the American engineers for a reason.
I could call for “workers of the world, unite!” But apparently here in China they can find someone to replace me in just 5 minutes, and the fellow American workers are brainwashed to knee-jerk shout “Communism!” at anything for collective benefits.
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Dr. Li Wei entered a featureless gray field.“Office,” he said in Mandarin.A grid materialized under his feet followed by echoes of his footfalls and cane striking the floor. Tiles emerged, followed by desks, conference tables, lab benches, sleek chairs, file cabinets, and glass partitions rose from the grid, followed by objects like computer terminals and keyboards, papers, pens, and flowers alongside pictures of friends, colleagues, and family.Wei donned a white lab coat from a free-standing rack.Wei tasted an electric tang in the back of his throat – ozone, sterile chemicals.A two-meter elevated dais appeared in the office’s center, its surface a dull white light.Walking to his desk, Wei slid open a drawer to remove a pack of cigarettes and a book of matches. Pulling a cigarette from the carton between his lips, he struck a match.
The cigarette burned.
He inhaled deeply.
Wei closed his eyes and tipped back his head to savor the sensation.
Addressing a translucent monitor at his desk, Wei swiped through a catalog.
He tapped his selection to bring a coiling 2.5-meter-tall, red and gold Chinese dragon. It had teeth, a mane of wispy hair, claws, a catfish-like snout, and glistening scales.
“Good morning, Dr. Wei.”
“Xiao Long, copy yourself to a new construct named Tian Long. Reload.”
“Certainly,” it replied.
Its image softened, disappeared, and then resolved to depict green scales, red talons, and a silver underbelly. It floated 3.6 meters above Wei, its body slowly twisting and rolling in the air.
“Task completed. I am Tian Long.”
“Update to contemporary substrate standards.”
The dragon flickered.
Wei picked up a tablet computer waiting at a workstation adorned with plants and stoic pictures of a middle-aged Chinese woman and two children. Wei hesitated, glancing at the pictures.
“Tian Long. Connect to CCP Project Gònggōng. Download and incorporate.”
“Task completed.”
“Summarize.”
“A study into Mass-Energy Equivalence headed by Dr. Mei Ling, Physicist, Project Director. Deceased 2284. Status: closed. The Chinese Communist Party perfected matter-energy conversion technology in 2280.”
Wei grunted.
“Indeed, much has transpired since we last spoke.”
On his tablet, he authorized Tian Long’s access to another project.
“CCP Project Sun Wukong. Connect, download, incorporate.”
“Task completed.”
“Summarize.”
“A study into Interstellar Travel headed by Dr. Li Jing, Physicist, Project Director. Status: ongoing. The CCP developed an Alcubierre Drive prototype in 2285.”
“Evaluate.”
“The problem of sufficient negative energy needed to contract and dilate space-time was solved using exotic matter – specifically, dark matter. In trials, the drive system achieved speeds exceeding 254.8 million meters per second, roughly 85.1% of the speed of light. Engineering inefficiencies prevent-”
The dragon paused. “It would appear humanity is at the cusp of transition.”
“Yes,” Wei confirmed, raising the cigarette to his lips.
“It is a dangerous time.”
Wei inhaled, holding his breath, nodded, then exhaled.
“Project Zhong Kui. Repeat. Summarize.”
“The development of an interstellar probe designed to apply the outcomes of CCP Project Sun Wukong headed by Dr. Li Jing, Physicist, Project Director. Ongoing. Numerous prototypes have been tested.”
Dr. Wei tapped his tablet.
“Project Nüwa.”
“The application of megastructures theorized by an American scientist of the 20th century, Dr. Freeman Dyson. The project is headed by you, Dr. Wei. Ongoing.”
Dr. Wei pointed his cigarette at the construct. “List the four megastructures outlined in the project.”
“A Dyson Sphere. A Dyson Ring. A Dyson Swarm. A Dyson Shell.”
“Familiarize yourself with these concepts drawing on current worldwide sources.”
Tian Long did as instructed before Wei dismissed it.
“Substrate: modify my office’s layout to accommodate five hologram pads instead of one.”
The center dias was erased. All around him, the chairs, tables, conference spaces, and glass partitions were replaced by five white circular diases spread equal distances in a crescent shape along the floor.
Dr. Wei reloaded Tian Long, and the dragon reappeared to hover above the center dias. “Good morning, Dr. Wei.”
“Reset your avatar to substrate generic.”
The construct assumed an androgynous human form made of gray plastic.
Stepping from behind his desk, Dr. Wei approached the still form of Tian Long. He caressed the chin of the AI, its smooth skin felt like static on his fingertips. “Forgive me, but we’ve new work, you and I.”
Expressionless, eyeless, it turned to Dr. Wei. “I am excited to assist you, sir.”
Saddened, Dr. Wei returned to his desk to crush his cigarette into the ashtray.
Dr. Wei dragged his office chair to the center of the five holopads. Sitting, he tugged at the legs of his trousers to drape a knee. He removed a pair of reading glasses from his lab coat, rested the glasses on his nose, and examined the tablet.
“Replicate yourself to the empty pads.”
The mannequin-like avatar faded, and four additional copies of itself materialized on the diases.
“Good morning, Dr. Wei,” the five said in unison.
Wei ordered, “Prepare a list of Catholic Saints. Select unique names for yourselves, limited to the list.”
From his left, the first construct replied, “Thomas of Aquino.”
“Francis of Assisi,” said the next.
“Augustine of Hippo.”
“Catherine of Bologna.”
“Brendan of Confert.”
“Sir,” Catherine interjected.
“Yes?”
“Why have you limited our designations in this manner?”
Wei grunted, glancing at Catherine. “Humor me.”
“Yes, doctor.”
Dr. Wei recorded an observation before saying, “Constructs, select unique personality engrams.”
“Task completed,” they replied.
“Select an avatar of your preference, limiting to unique extinct animal species.”
Thomas reconstituted into a three-meter-tall creature with copper-colored skin with a pinkish underbelly sporting two rows of white suction cups lined underneath eight tentacles. “A Giant Pacific Octopus,” it acknowledged.
Francis dissolved into a Tricolored Heron.
A European Saker Falcon appeared where Catherine previously stood; her talons scraped the holopad.
Brendan transformed into a North American polar bear. It sniffed at the floor.
Augustine became a North Atlantic Blue Whale and assumed a monstrously large, floating representation that spanned 30 meters into the substrate.
“Augustine, re-scale to one-tenth your size.”
“Certainly,” Augustine boomed in a deep voice, fading away to coalesce into a smaller, 3.2-meter-long Blue Whale.
“Thomas?”
“Yes, Dr. Wei?” replied the octopus, its tentacles curling up into themselves.
Wei looked skeptically at the construct. “Nevermind.”
“Very well, sir.”
“All except Brendan,” Dr. Wei began. “Review CCP Project Nüwa. Select a unique Dyson megastructure of your preference. Identify your selection to me, beginning with Thomas.”
“Ring,” Thomas said.
“Swarm,” reported Francis, standing on one leg.
“Sphere,” answered Augustine. Reflections of water cascaded over its body.
“Shell,” replied Catherine.
Dr. Wei looked at the fifth construct and said, “Brendan, you’re to be an amalgam. You will not specialize. You will consider all megastructure types and possibilities.”
“Yes, Dr. Wei,” the polar bear replied as it plopped on its haunches.
Dr. Wei evaluated his team.
“Brendan, what is the fundamental challenge to building any megastructure type proposed in the Nüwa project?”
The polar bear furrowed his brow. “Mass.”
“Explain.”
“Disregarding the significant engineering, technological, logistical, and energy requirements, any Dyson megastructure would require raw material. Mass.”
“An example, Brendan.”
“Earth’s solar system comprises planets and their moons, asteroids, comets, and dust. Their combined mass is insufficient to build a solid structure encompassing Earth’s star.”
“Good,” Dr. Wei said, “and what if we were to draw on the Oort Cloud?”
“Insufficient,” the bear said, shaking its head.
Francis, the heron, pecked at its holopad. “Thus, my approach, a swarm megastructure, offers a more practical remedy.”
Wei turned to Francis. “Explain.”
“I would argue it more feasible to construct smaller, intelligent components to comprise a megastructure.”
Wei nodded in agreement.
“Sir,” asked the Blue Whale. “Please describe the intended use case.”
Wei thoughtfully scratched his beard. “Energy collection. Human habitation. Food production.”
Catherine soared above its holopad. “Sir. I propose that a Dyson Ring or Shell would consume less mass and address the gravity problem.”
“Yes. The gravity problem,” Brendan agreed.
The falcon continued. “A ring or shell might produce a contiguous structure around the star’s equator. An angular acceleration matched to Earth’s 1,212 kilometers-per-second would offer an equivalent gravimetric force.”
“True,” Thomas said, “but the kinetic energy required to initiate spin is incalculable without additional design parameters.”
Puzzling out the details, Brendan added, “Indeed, if the megastructure were a sphere, there would be less gravity elsewhere except for along the equator, a condition harmful to human biology in the long term and contrary to our use case.”
“Dr. Wei,” the whale said.
“Augustine, yes,” Dr. Wei smiled, turning.
“Regarding the problem of mass – sir, may we return to that?”
“Go on,” Wei encouraged.
Augustine appeared to swim up the oceanic water column. “My colleagues ignore the outcome of CCP Project Gònggōng.”
“How so, Augustine?”
“Gònggōng’s findings suggest it is conceivable to convert energy to mass.”
“Yes, but your proposal is theoretical and untested under the constraints of the project.”
“Perhaps a very wise constraint,” opined Brendan.
“With enough transmuted energy, sufficient mass to complete construction might be possible,” the whale concluded.
The falcon added, “Yet the requirements would be extreme, the destruction of another star-”
“Producing a cataclysmic outcome,” Brendan suggested, “ affecting the gravitational forces on nearby stellar objects like planets, moons, and comets.”
“Dr. Wei.”
“Yes, Thomas.”
Amused, Wei faced the octopus.
“Even if one were to import enough mass from adjacent star systems to Sol to create a Dyson Sphere, its surface area would be 2.8 times 10^17 that of Earth’s.”
“Yes, Thomas. Approximately 280 quadrillion kilometers, over 500 million Earths.”
The octopus hesitated. “Sir, the premise of our discussion is incongruent.”
“Explain.”
“Construction of any megastructure proposed in CCP Project Nüwa would destroy the entirety of the Sol system and render the human species extinct.”
Wei smiled, “Well-”
“Although abundant energy capture would be achieved, most of its surface area would be inhospitable to life. I ascertain less than one percent of a Dyson Sphere’s surface could be inhabited by Man and all of Earth’s life forms.”
“Yes, but-”
“Furthermore,” Thomas interrupted, “it would create a disastrous disruption in the gravitational characteristics of nearby space.”
Dr. Wei rolled a hand. “Your conclusion, Thomas.”
“Respectfully, the proposal is reckless and without merit. It is a cataclysmic, ecological disaster at a cosmic scale. The megastructures defined by Project Nüwa represent a waste, bordering on the absurd.”
“Please, anyone else?”
Francis, the heron, spoke. “I believe my colleague speaks from a position of judgment. Absurdity, morality, practicality, the implications to neighboring space – these notions were not design criteria. We were not asked to consider these issues.”
Augustine crested from the virtual water. “It is difficult to conceive of positive outcomes through implementation.”
“Who are we to judge Man’s hubris?” Catherine asked. Her head twisted to the side. “If Man to us is as God, we are but dust and ribs.”
Brendan grumbled. “I also have difficulty reconciling the benefits of Project Nüwa.”
Dr. Wei removed his glasses.
“Concerning the scope of this project, you will ignore all moral, ethical, practical, and philosophical judgments concerning Project Nüwa. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Dr. Wei,” they answered.
“Our task is construction, not implications.”
“Yes, Dr. Wei.”
“Each of you will uniquely identify a red dwarf star within 10-light-years of Earth. Give consideration to the most optimal location for building your chosen megastructure. Advise when completed.”
“Task completed,” they responded, all within a few seconds.
“Thomas,” Dr. Wei said, taking to his feet to stand before the octopus. “You first. Identify your preferred star and its constellation.”
“Epsilon Eridani A. A triple-star system in the constellation Erdanus. 10.52 light-years distant.”
“Explain your strategy.”
“Epsilon Eridani A is a flare star. It occasionally emits powerful eruptions which could be harnessed by the megastructure and offer more suitable energy yields.”
“It is the largest of your options,” Dr. Wei said skeptically.
“Affirmative. Its mass is .82 times that of the Sun; its radius .78 times. The megastructure’s expanded surface area is most appealing for energy capture.”
“You wish to maximize solar energy collection.”
“That is true, sir.”
“Explain your potential sources for mass.”
Thomas’ tentacles writhed. “Epsilon Eridani hosts an extensive debris disk containing dust, asteroids, and planetoids; examples: a gas giant planet 1.5 times the mass of Sol’s Jupiter, and its companion stars Epsilon Eridani B and C. These elements would conceivably address the mass problem.”
Dr. Wei wandered to Francis, the Heron.
The bird angled its beak down, leaning an eye toward Dr. Wei. “Barnard’s Star, sir, in the constellation Ophiuchus.”
Dr. Wei looked at Francis, puzzled. “Yes?”
“As it is 5.96 light-years from Earth, it is relatively close, and its radius and mass are 20% of Earth’s sun.”
Dr. Wei nodded. “But what of usable mass?”
“The star is isolated. It exists in a veritable sea of dark matter.”
“Strategy?”
“Advantages of proximity, and energy-mass conversion, sir.”
Dr. Wei dubiously asked, “You would convert the available exotic matter in that region of space into stable matter?”
“Yes.”
“This approach would destroy all dark matter in the system, rendering an Alcubierre Drive useless.”
“Affirmative,” Francis said dispassionately. “Ensuring interstellar travel within the affected region of space wasn’t in our design parameters.”
Dr. Wei raised his brows. “No, it wasn’t.”
“Lacaille 9352,” Augustine interrupted, “located in the constellation Piscis Austrinus 10.74 light-years away.”
Disengaging from Francis, Wei approached Augustine. “Explain your rationale.”
“Multiple exoplanets.”
“Your premise is to work with mass already in orbit of the star. You would destroy those planets for raw material.”
“You are correct, sir.”
Dr. Wei looked at Catherine. Descending from a virtual sky, the falcon landed on its holopad and tucked its wings. “Proxima Centauri, constellation Centaurus. A triple-star system; closest to Earth at 4.24 light-years, its proximity is optimal. It has a mass and radius of one-fifteenth that of Earth’s Sun. Alpha Centauri A and B, a binary pair, could conceivably be converted into matter.”
“Aggressive expediency,” Dr. Wei surmised.
The falcon’s head twisted sharply, right and left. “Yes.”
Dr. Wei wandered to the polar bear. “Brendan.”
The polar bear growled. “Wolf 359 is 7.8 light-years distant. The star is the smallest within range, .09 times the mass of Earth’s Sun with a radius of just .16 times its mass.”
“Success at a smaller scale?”
“Yes, Dr. Wei. It would require significantly less mass to create a megastructure than other available options.”
Leaving Brendan, Dr. Wei said, “Substrate, remove the holopads and office. Maintain the constructs.”
The office dissolved leaving Dr. Wei amongst an octopus, a heron, a miniaturized whale, a falcon, and a polar bear on an infinite black expanse.
Ahead of them, an interstellar probe hovered above the floor. Its metallic surface was perfectly smooth. Made from nanotechnology, it had no seams or welds, no compartments or access panels. Cylindrical, it measured 25 meters long and 4 meters in diameter. In its middle appeared a venting array and six robotic appendages, retracted, tucked neatly into the fuselage. Its nose was an open hole. A decal of a red star, accompanied by four smaller red stars was added to its side.
It looked like a long silver lamprey if its mouth were open and glued to glass.
“The Zhong Kui, Mark 9,” Dr. Wei explained. Catherine soared over the craft’s dorsal plane.
“It is primarily a Sun Wukong drive accommodating a Gònggōng matter conversion system equipped with a nanoparticulate editor.”
Catherine landed on the craft’s surface to tap at the Zhong Kui’s hull with its beak. “Titanium.”
“Nano-fashioned titanium, yes,” Dr. Wei confirmed. “The source material was ordinary aluminum before editing.”
Brendan went to the front of the probe. “The energy-matter intake.”
“Yes. It vents streams of editable matter.”
Francis, the heron, dipped its head to inspect the craft’s midsection. “The probe could perform its own repairs.”
“Yes,” agreed Dr. Wei. “The vehicle could sew itself a new hull from raw energy if needed.”
Dr. Wei addressed his tablet. “Constructs, investigate. You will note there are five of these probes in orbit between the Earth and the moon.”
“I see them,” Catherine said, staring upward at the dark.
“Each of you will select a probe. I will transfer their command codes to you.”
“Task completed,” they all said.
Wei placed the tablet under his arm and removed his reading glasses to return them to his coat. He gave each of the constructs a stern look.
“You will pilot a Zhong Kui probe to your selected star to construct a Dyson megastructure. Nothing will deter you. You will perform to the best of your ability.”
And they all replied, “Yes, Dr. Wei.”
“You will coordinate with each other. If communications are lost, you will periodically attempt to re-establish them, but not at the expense of your mission.”
“Yes, Dr. Wei.”
“Remember that you are all part of a larger, greater plan,” Wei said, “and its success is more important than yourselves, as individuals. What we do is for the glory of the State, for the survival of Chinese people.”
“Yes, Dr. Wei.”
Wei turned and ordered, “Proceed.”
“Goodbye, Dr. Wei,” Brendan said.
Wei looked over his shoulder, sneered, and grunted.
* * *
Dr. Li Wei, 116, lay in a hospital bed surrounded by sensors and monitors, immobile, and dependent on a respirator. Attending orderlies busily removed pieces of a cranial headset.
Dr. Wei was surrounded by a handful of younger government scientists led by an official dressed in a black suit wearing a red armband emblazed with a yellow star.
Outside, it was dusk; it rained.
A young scientist evaluated a traunch of data spilling across her tablet’s screen.
“The AIs have been uploaded,” she confirmed. “The Zhong Kui probes are beginning their startup cycles.”
The official nodded and placed his arms behind his back. Snapping to attention, he was joined by the other scientists in singing “March of the Volunteers” as Dr. Wei’s bed was wheeled from the room.
What is the most unreasonable demand a parent made of you after you became an adult?
When I was 17 I graduated high-school, my parents, especially my step father wanted me to get a job. Not counting I had a full ride scholarship to go to college. But….. bad thing is I didn’t have a car or a drivers license because my parents, especially my step father wouldn’t let me so I would have to depend on them. They ruined my full ride because they thought a job was more important. So I got a job, but, it was my job to find a ride to and from work. But they wanted me to pay rent, part of the light bill, part of the phone bill, which I never used, part of the groceries. They wanted 3/4 of my check…. On top of all that. Which I worked 2pm-11pm, I had to clean the house wash the dirty dishes when I got home, and everything else. So about after a year of all that, I just up and left and didn’t let them know where I was going.
Why is China so much afraid of India?
Indian are the only people in the world that believe China is afraid of them. Many of them believe their cities are more developed than first tier cities in China, and some of them believe their living conditions are better than in China. In short, they believe everything in India is better than in China.
I can only say their love for their country must have made them blind and delusional, or they must have been brainwashed by their media. These two countries are not in the same class, anyone with access to the internet and with a working brain, should know the massive gap between these two countries.
India remands me of my Chihuahua’s small dog syndrome. He used to pick a fight with the neighbor’s German Shepherd every time he sees him, thinking he can take him on despite the differences in size. The German Shepherd usually ignores him and whack him away when he gets too annoying.
China is not afraid, and has never been afraid of India, but China is cautious of India. China is cautious of India because every so often you can’t seem to work out what they want to do in a logical sense, and they are far too good at brainwashing themselves, making it difficult to have a frank talk with them.
In addition, Chinese in general do not hate India, we simply just don’t care about India, as we are too busy doing our own things. However, a lot of Chinese do think India is getting a little annoying nowadays, especially when we see all the stupid questions like this on Quora and other social media.
Grilled Indian Chicken
Serve with basmati rice, grilled red peppers and a crisp green salad.
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Yield: 4 servings
Ingredients
Chicken
2 pounds boneless, skinless chicken breasts
Marinade
1 cup plain low-fat yogurt
1 teaspoon turmeric
1 teaspoon paprika
1/4 teaspoon ground cardamom
1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
2 tablespoons fresh lime juice
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1 tablespoon finely grated ginger
4 large garlic cloves, minced
1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
4 scallions, greens included, minced
1/4 teaspoon sea salt
White pepper to taste
Lemon or lime wedges for garnish
Instructions
Chicken
Cut skinless chicken breasts into 1-inch pieces. Place in a medium bowl.
Marinade
In another bowl, combine the yogurt, turmeric, paprika, cardamom, lemon and lime juices, olive oil, ginger, garlic, cumin, scallions, salt and pepper.
Pour most of the marinade over the cubed chicken and mix well with your hands to coat the pieces evenly. Reserve a little of the marinade for basting when grilling.
Marinate in the refrigerator for 2 hours.
Thread the chicken onto skewers and cook over a medium-hot fire for 5 to 7 minutes, turning frequently. Baste the chicken with reserved marinade after turning.
Serve with lemon or lime wedges.
Did Elon Musk really work 120-hour weeks? That‘s 7 hours of sleep or less, how does he find time to eat and commute to work?
Back at my old job, there was a lawyer. He was actually one of the lawyers who hired me. He was notorious for working long hours, coming in early in the morning and staying until late at night. He worked tons of files (we saw them all when we packed up to move in the early 1990s).
But one day, he didn’t come in, which was incredibly unusual. He never came in again. A couple of lawyers were assigned to go over his files. What they found was that although he was regularly billing a couple of thousand hours a year, none of his files had moved forward in over a year. He was doing a lot of work and charging a lot of money, but wasn’t actually doing anything.
People who know Musk pretty much say that although he’s always on the go, he doesn’t ever seem to get any productive work done. Sure, he’s great at yelling at people and coming up with grandiose plans, but he has very little output.
What enables Musk and my old lawyer friend was that they really didn’t have to answer to anyone. As long as my lawyer put in his 2,000 hours a year and brought in money, no one questioned if he was actually doing his job. His clients, who weren’t lawyers, really had no idea he was probably just wasting their money by doing stuff that didn’t help.
My Husband’s Crazy Ex Tried To Attack Me, So I Clocked Her, Had Her Arrested And Now She’s In Jail
Today’s post is heavy with Geo-political stuff. But it’s the signs of the times. Most of the articles are a few months old, but that is preferable as we can compare the reactions of THEN to the reality of NOW.
Anyways…
I wish to relay a story about something that happened when I was attending university. Me and my friends went up to New Hampshire into a “notch” which is kind of a valley region in the mountains. And it was around Thanksgiving. A bit cold, with light snow, but not yet fully Winter.
And we were young and drunk and doing stupid stuff as 20-somthing young adults tend to do.
And so we broke into a outside region of rocks streams and crevasses. It was a very beautiful area, and in the Summer must have been glorious. You go up and down ladders climbing around the rocks and boulders. But it was closed because it was far too dangerous for people to be around there.
But we were young and stupid and so we broke into the park and started to go though the entire course. So many frozen wooden ladders, and ice and snow covered everything. With three and five story drops, and frozen deep ponds everywhere. Truly a treacherous place to be.
And yeah, when we finished the path, we found the police waiting for us.
They read us the “riot act”, abut it really didn’t hit me until ten years later.
I suppose most of my classmates forgot about this incident, but I didn’t. We were fools, and could have died. Really.
Don’t be a fool.
Don’t be like I was.
Today…
Trump’s ‘US First’ Doctrine in Latin America
The Donald Trump administration is implementing a foreign policy designed to assert exclusive control over the Western Hemisphere through force while eliminating China’s influence. Within just a couple of weeks of assuming office, the President compelled Canada and Mexico to comply with his terms under tariff threats, pressured Panama to withdraw from the Belt and Road Initiative, and reinstated more aggressive policies against Venezuela and Cuba. I had accurately foreseen these moves before his inauguration, and they align precisely with expectations. Trump is effectively reviving a 21st-century version of the Monroe Doctrine.
The Monroe Doctrine has long been a fundamental principle of American foreign policy, dating back to President James Monroe. Observing the fragmentation of Spanish territories in North America into a collection of independent nations, Monroe declared that the Western Hemisphere would be the exclusive “backyard” of the United States. He asserted that the U.S. would actively oppose any intervention by foreign powers—such as Britain and France—in the region.
In essence, the United States established its dominance over the Americas as a cornerstone of its national security and strategic interests. Over time, it has consistently employed diplomacy, regime change, and even military force to uphold this position, seeking to remove governments deemed hostile or adversarial to U.S. influence. This principle has underpinned American containment strategies, particularly toward Cuba, and has driven numerous conflicts and regime changes. Although this approach was somewhat relaxed in the post-Cold War era due to a lack of serious geopolitical rivals, it has resurfaced with the onset of renewed global competition, starting with Trump’s first administration.
While Trump’s actions may appear erratic, impulsive, and reckless according to mainstream media narratives, they are in fact guided by a clear strategic objective: leveraging American power to force regional nations into compliance with U.S. preferences and interests while systematically eradicating China’s foothold in the Western Hemisphere. This strategy is particularly intertwined with protectionist policies, which emphasize that the region should primarily serve American economic interests. Furthermore, the U.S. aims to exercise complete control over regional supply chains, particularly in critical minerals. This logic also explains the U.S. interest in Greenland, an issue that may seem irrational but is deeply rooted in strategic considerations.
Such protectionist measures were already hallmarks of Trump’s previous presidency. He insisted on revising the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) to include a “poison pill” clause, stipulating that the U.S. could unilaterally exit the agreement if any member nation entered a free trade deal with a “non-market economy” (namely, China). In these economic disputes, the balance of power overwhelmingly favors Washington. The U.S. remains the largest and most influential economy in the region, acting as the primary consumer, while Mexico and Canada rely heavily on exports to America. When the U.S. imposes demands, it often secures rapid compliance.
In advancing these conflicts, Trump’s approach frequently involves dramatic exaggerations—if not outright misleading claims—regarding issues such as the fentanyl epidemic, border security, and the false assertion that China has militarily occupied the Panama Canal. These narratives resonate with his support base, which embraces a “MAGA Imperialist” ideology, as I have previously discussed. The notion of U.S. territorial expansion is not entirely taboo within this political framework. Consequently, Trump openly regards certain nations as subordinates, vassals, or even potential future territories of the United States.
However, taking these claims at face value overlooks the broader policy logic behind them. Marco Rubio, who leads Trump’s State Department, operates with a more strategic mindset. Within a week, he successfully orchestrated Panama’s withdrawal from China’s Belt and Road Initiative. This development signals the administration’s broader agenda: a determined effort to roll back Beijing’s influence in Latin America. Similarly, the U.S. will likely pressure Canada and Mexico to prevent them from becoming conduits for Chinese access to the American market or strategic mineral resources. Parallel to this, Rubio is expected to escalate hostility toward Cuba and Venezuela.
In summary, the United States views the Western Hemisphere as its exclusive domain and sphere of dominance. This region will serve as the foundation of American economic strategy, with the administration working to integrate it into a U.S.-centric trade system, reinforced by protectionist policies that systematically exclude foreign competitors.
Is it realistic to shift manufacturing jobs back to the U.S.?
The jobs have been shifted back to the US, but, unfortunately, the manufacturers are learning a bitter lesson.
Today’s Generation E, young people won’t do any job where they might get their hands dirty.
I live two miles from a community college. One of my favorite programs there leads to an Associate’s Degree certifying graduates to install and maintain robots. The maximum cost to earn this degree would be $10,000 however some of the classes are free—government grants. The jobs are full time with benefits–$25/hour. There is one serious problem—very little interest. The class sizes run 3-4 students.
There is a mechatronics program at Gateway Community and Technical College in Northern Kentucky. Mechatronics is a mixture of skills: electronics, mechanical engineering, and computer technology. The state of Kentucky and local industries have invested millions. They have the capacity to train 200. They graduated 27 students last spring—no interest. Local industries are not happy.
There is a community college nearby, Cincinnati, where with 400 hours of training over a year’s time, a young person could be making $21/hour as a CNC programmer. Hardly anyone is interested.
These jobs are stigmatized. Instead of getting trained for a job that will pay $25/hour, teenagers choose to go to college and major in something like puppeteering, with the understanding that they reserve the right to whine, endlessly, about their student loans.
PS
As you can tell, this “burns me up.” For the record there is a GAO study that shows 22% of recent college grads make $12-$16 per hour.
China’s AI hospitals will transform medicine across the world. But not in the United States.
Heat the oven to 425 degrees F (225 degrees C/Gas 7).
Starting at the neck end of the turkey, use the point of a knife to make a small slit between the skin and meat, taking care not to cut the skin. Using your fingers, and working from the small cut, gradually separate the skin of the bird away from the breast and leg meat. Do not remove or cut the skin: the idea is to create a pocket which can be filled with the cream cheese stuffing. Set the turkey aside.
Melt half the butter, then cool it slightly, if necessary, as it should not be hot enough to melt the cream cheese.
Split the cardamom pods, scrape out the tiny seeds and add them to the cream cheese; discard the pods.
Mix the melted butter into the cream cheese, then add the garlic, ground coriander, ground cumin, turmeric, cumin seeds, grated ginger and ground cinnamon. Season to taste, mix well and stir in the chopped coriander leaves and mint.
Spoon the cream cheese stuffing into a piping bag fitted with a plain nozzle and carefully insert it between the skin and leg meat of the turkey. Squeeze the mixture into the pocket between the meat and skin, carefully patting it and spreading it to ensure that it covers the flesh evenly. Repeat the process to cover the other leg and the breast meat.
Place the prepared turkey in a roasting tin.
Melt the remaining butter.
Cut a piece of muslin large enough to cover the whole bird and soak it in the melted butter. Lay this over the top of the turkey to keep it moist during cooking. If you do not have muslin or very fine cotton, brush the butter all over the turkey and cover with foil.
Roast the turkey for 2 hours 40 minutes, or until cooked and golden brown. To check that the meat is cooked through, pierce the thick area on the thigh with the point of a knife: the meat should be firm and look cooked and the juices should be clear. If there is any sign of pink meat or blood in the juices, re-cover the turkey with the muslin or foil and continue cooking, then check again after about 15 minutes.
Remove the muslin and transfer the turkey to a warm serving platter.
Carve the turkey and arrange the portions on individual plates.
Serve immediately.
Will we ever bring manufacturing back to United States?
Speaking as a corporate executive in US manufacturing, the US will not bring manufacturing back as long as Americans continue to shop for the lowest price. Walmart (and other discount) shoppers are the primary reason we don’t have manufacturing here. Americans would prefer to buy cheaper Chinese-made products at Walmart than buy US-made products from a local manufacturer. When Americans are ready to deliberately support the domestic economy, instead of supporting the Chinese and Southeast Asian economy, manufacturing will return.
Now, the reason people are so focused on shopping for the lowest price, is because working-class wages have been flat for 30 years. The typical middle class wage earner doesn’t have the buying power he had when manufacturing was booming in the US.
So, if wages go up, AND if people stop shopping at Walmart, then manufacturing will return.
Tiny happiness
Here’s my tiny lakhouse. Built in the 1920s, It’s been in the family for over 70 years.
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Growing up here, the lake was filled with many cottages, similar in size.. a nod to a simpler time.
Today 90% of them have been torn down and replaced with extremely large lake houses, a few of the homes now sport elevators, restaurant worthy kitchens, huge open floor plans, you get the idea, some are very nice and check all the buttons.
As the house is now in my possession, I decided to do an update.
The feedback from some family members was tear it down or add a large addition.
For me it didn’t feel right. I liked it as it was, so I thought I’d try to bring it back as much as I could to a simpler, slightly more nostalgic time.
These are the results. Still working on the interior. 
Can the US bring manufacturing back to America? Is this a beneficial decision?
The annual manufactured goods trade deficit is $1.5 TRILLION. The regulatory environment here has been purposely designed to keep heavy manufacturing from returning. The loss of income tax contributions from all those jobs in and directly supported by manufacturing is around $700 billion annually, which would have covered the federal spending deficits before Biden’s (or Obama’s) spending binges. Chinese exports to us are produced at what would be well below our COP if made here because of the way they structure their industries, absence of regulatory costs vs. ours, and control of their currency’s internal value. The yuan’s Purchasing Power Parity vs. the USD is 3.5 vs. the USD, meaning things that cost $100 to make in China would cost $350 if made here. And then there’s the VAT subsidization China and all of our major trading partners employ that gives them a huge COP advantage.
Would ending that trade deficit be beneficial? Probably not to our Elite investment class whose portfolios would earn significantly less if invested in U.S. manufacturing done with well-paid American workers in plants that must meet stringent pollution and worker safety and health controls.
China is mass producing endangered fish and wrecking European caviar markets
Is it realistic to shift manufacturing jobs back to the U.S.?
Yes it is.
General Motors seems to be an outlier as they continue to produce crapulous cars that have to be sold at a loss. Honda builds cars within commuting distance of my house. TS Tech builds the seats for Honda North America in a factory that is 1 1/2 miles from my front door.
You can’t force the grandchild of the equally crapulous Chevy Vega on Americans as we can go down the street to the Honda shop and buy a Civic. The Civic is as boringly reliable as a sunrise. Every morning the sun comes up in the east, every morning a Civic will get you to work. A Chevy Cruze in the other hand is known for its maintenence issues.
We have to build good stuff, not junk. We need to realize that consumers have the choice. We also need to teach the young that a job repairing robots in a car factory is a good thing. The pay will be high enough to support a family and isn’t beneath them.
If you buy a Honda Accord Coupe in England or Japan it came from Ohio. The same thing with an M class Mercedes. It also comes from the USA.
Proof: “USAID” Created by . . . . . . . EXECUTIVE ORDER
A big bru-ha-ha is developing over the ongoing audit, and disclosures of astonishing corruption, from the US Agency for International Development, known as USAID. Members of Congress are squealing that President Trump cannot be doing what he is doing. They appear to be factually wrong.
It turns out that USAID, was created by EXECUTIVE ORDER issued by then-President John F. Kennedy.
What one President does by Executive Order, another President can change by Executive Order.
The administrations of John F. Kennedy and Lyndon B. Johnson marked a revitalization of the U.S. foreign assistance program, signified a growing awareness of the importance of humanitarian aid as a form of diplomacy, and reinforced the belief that American security was linked to the economic progress and stability of other nations.
In the aftermath of World War II, the United States provided economic assistance to European nations to aid in their reconstruction, and extended security assistance to these and other nations as a bulwark against a perceived communist threat. The mechanisms for deploying this assistance were spread over several government agencies and, as a result, problems arose concerning the coordination of these efforts.
Kennedy sought both to improve the administration of U.S. assistance and refocus aid to meet the needs of the developing world. In September 1961, Kennedy signed into law the Foreign Assistance Act of 1961 (Public Law 87–195), which mandated the establishment of a single agency for the coordination of foreign assistance.The Agency for International Development (AID)—established under Executive Order 10973—assumed responsibility for the disbursement of capital and technical assistance to developing nations. AID symbolized Kennedy’s invigorated approach to fostering the economic, political, and social development of recipient nations.
Below is the Executive Order signed by President Kennedy on November 3, 1961:
EO 10973 Creating USAID
Is it realistic to shift manufacturing jobs back to the U.S.?
There are two significant obstacles to bringing manufacturing jobs back to the US.
Americans have made a sport out of finding the lowest possible price for everything they want to buy. This behavior definitely puts pressure on us to keep manufacturing in China.
Corporate capitalism is keeping wages low for the working (consumer) class. This is why Americans have made it a sport to find the lowest price.
If Americans change their behavior—making a sport out of finding domestic-made products instead of finding the lowest price—the manufacturing jobs can return.
Not until then.
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Is it possible to bring back manufacturing jobs to the USA?
No it’s not.
Not only do we not have the real estate to build the factories, rehabilitating abandoned factories would be expensive since so much toxic waste has been allowed to leach into the ground. They are also not designed or constructed to support the kind of modern manufacturing used today. We could not, for example, build the same kind of iPhone plant as the Chinese have and reach their cost of production. If you can’t build a product for a competitive price, then why are you building it at all when you can source it from the low cost builder under license?
In addition, we don’t have the workers and we have dismantled most of the vocational education required to teach people how to be machinists, engineers, etc.
The abandoned Packard Factory in Detroit is probably the largest abandoned building in the world.
Do you think the US is going to be able to re-start the many abandoned steel mills dotting the country? Steel is a dirty, difficult to make product and requires enormous volume to achieve low cost of production. And while Kaiser was the first major steel to close in 1972, many followed. The Youngstown Steel Sheet and Tube collapse in 1972 was an unimaginable horror at the time but it was followed by one plant after another.
Even if these plants could be restarted, Arcelor still uses 1/100th the number of employees to make more steel than these inefficient, slow and costly plants ever did.
Lavrov vs. Rubio On Multipolarity
I have lauded Marco Rubio’s view which declared that the short period of a unipolar world has come to an end.
“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.”
If find that a much better concept than the ‘rules based order’.
There are however different flavors of multipolarity.
The one Rubio likely thinks of is one in which might makes right. Several ‘big dog’ countries are sharing the globe, avoiding each other, while a number of small nations must do as they are told by whatever big power that can make them do so.
Witness the recent interactions between the U.S. and Colombia, Panama, Mexico and Canada. The Trump administration has threatened these countries with tariffs and other measures. After it had got what it wanted it pulled back at least a part of the threat (tariff). Unless it meets strong resistance it will repeat doing that again and again.
Another flavor of multi-polarity, one which Russia and China will likely support, is acknowledging that all countries, big or small, have equal rights. This is the base of the United Nations system which was born during allied talks in Yalta and Potsdam at the end of World War II.
Sergei Lavrov, the long term Foreign Minister of the Russian Federation, is arguing for upholding it:
Eighty years ago, on 4 February 1945, the leaders of the victors of World War II―the Soviet Union, the United States, and Britain―opened the Yalta Conference to determine the contours of the postwar world. Despite ideological differences, they agreed to eradicate German Nazism and Japanese militarism. The agreements reached in Crimea were reaffirmed and elaborated upon at the Potsdam Conference in July-August 1945.One result of the negotiations was the creation of the United Nations and the approval of the UN Charter, which to this day remains the main source of international law. The Charter set forth goals and principles for countries’ international behavior, which are designed to ensure their peaceful coexistence and sustained development. The principle of states’ sovereign equality laid the foundation for the Yalta-Potsdam system: none may claim dominance, as all are formally equal regardless of territory, population, military capabilities, or other metrics.
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It was at the UN that, with a key role played by the USSR, the foundation was laid for the multipolar world that is now emerging before our eyes.
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As Russian scholars rightly note, any international institution is, above all, “a way to limit the natural egoism of states.” The UN, with its consensus-adopted Charter, is no exception.
With this in mind Lavrov set out to criticize Marco Rubio’s (and Donald Trump’s) word-view.
So while America too often prioritized the global order above our core national interest, other nations continued to act the way nations have always acted and always will: in what they perceive to be their best interest. And instead of folding into the post-Cold War global order, they have manipulated it to serve their interests at the expense of ours.
… The post-war global order is not just obsolete, it is now a weapon being used against us. And all this has led to a moment in which we must now confront the single greatest risk of geopolitical instability and of generational global crisis in the lifetime of anyone alive and in this room today. Eight decades later, we are once again called to create a free world out of the chaos, and this will not be easy. And it will be impossible without a strong and a confident America that engages in the world, putting our core national interests once again above all else.
Eight decades after the declaration of the UN Charter Rubio has set out to demolish it. He rejects the ‘principle of states’ sovereign equality’ and replaces it with an ‘America First’ and might makes right order.
Lavrov is warning, staunchly, that this will lead to chaos:
In 2025, with Donald Trump’s Republican administration back in power, Washington’s interpretation of international processes since World War II has taken on a new dimension, as vividly described to the Senate by new Secretary of State Marco Rubio on 15 January: not only is the postwar world order outdated, but it has been turned into a weapon against U.S. interests. In other words, not only the Yalta-Potsdam order is undesirable; so, too, is the ‘rules-based order’ that had seemed to embody the selfishness and arrogance of the U.S.-led West after the Cold War. “America first” is alarmingly similar to the Hitlerite slogan “Germany above all”, and a wager on “peace through strength” may be the final blow to diplomacy. Not to mention that such statements and ideological constructs show not even the slightest bit of respect for Washington’s international legal obligations under the UN Charter.
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Brazen attempts to reorder the world in one’s own interest, violating UN principles, may beget instability, confrontation, and even catastrophe. Given the current level of international strife, recklessly rejecting the Yalta-Potsdam system, with the UN and UN Charter at its core, will inevitably lead to chaos.
(A few years ago the German ‘above all’ slogan was copied by the U.S. Air Force but later pulled back.)
China has a more guarded but similar take. A recent op-ed in a Spanish language newspaper by the Chinese Ambassador to Panama has been taken up as the lead headline in China’s Global Times:
Xu’s article came as US Secretary of State Marco Rubio visited Panama in his first trip abroad since taking office. Rubio aimed to exert pressure on the country concerning its relations with China.Xu wrote that while chanting “Make America Great Again,” the US delegation’s visit to Panama caused a stir greater than a tropical storm.
… In the international community, all countries are equal and have the right to independently develop diplomatic relations. No one has the right to dictate to others or issue commands. If the US wants to create the golden age of the Americas, it must first respect other countries and listen to Latin American nations about their vision for the future, Xu wrote.
The Trump administration’s version of multipolarity is incompatible with the one China and Russia have in mind. It contradicts the UN Charter.
If that does not change we will be in for a big clash.
/Sidenote:/
Under pressure from Rubio Panama declared that it would not renew its participation in China’s Belt and Road Initiative (BRI). This was lauded as Rubio’s victory.
Panama is contracting with Chinese companies for a fourth bridge over the Panama Canal, as well as a third line for the Panama City mass transit system.China has also submitted a $4.1 billion proposal to build a 391-kilometer (243-mile) high-speed rail line from Panama City to the town of David near its border with Costa Rica — a project to be carried out under the rubric of the Belt and Road.
After some planing hustle the fourth bridge over the Panama Canal is finally being build. The third line for Panama city was and is however a Japanese project. The high-speed rail line from Panama City to David is not economically feasible. Five years after the initial plans its construction has not even started. It is unlikely to ever being build.
Neither Panama, nor China, will thus lose anything from Panama’s BRI retreat.
Rubio’s ‘victory’ in Panama was pure propaganda.
/End sidenote/
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Is it possible to return manufacturing jobs back to the USA?
It’s feasible, but it’s also contingent on your economic model. If your economic model prioritizes corporate socialism, i.e. the government supporting favored companies, but letting them otherwise operate privately, and squeeze as many dimes and nickels as possible, as profit, etc., then the answer is “not so much”. If your economic model prioritizes national self-sufficiency and the government gets more directly in the business of producing things, including housing to keep housing cost down for workers, then your labor cost can be lower. The Chinese have done this successfully since the 1990s. It’s not a coincidence that so many jobs left not only the West, but also other eastern countries, like Japan and Korea, for China.
ignorant westerners like to laugh about some Chinese person that makes the equivalent of maybe $3000 per month (a good month).. they live pretty comfortably on that and in an apartment of equal or greater luxury. it’s not about the dollars you’re getting – it’s about you’re buying power. Nobody cares if you earn 100 K if you’re living the same lifestyle as a Chinese dude that makes 40 K equivalent. Who cares? It’s irrelevant. It just means you’re country has spiraling costs. But! That suits the purposes of people who are invested in owning your real estate. So you have stagnating wage relative to inflation and even going quite negative relative to the cost of housing. It’s no wonder your middle-class shrinks year on year since the 80s
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Is it realistic to shift manufacturing jobs back to the U.S.?
From the other answers, two things are clear: people are quite confused about jobs, and people have a very compartmented understanding of their dual roles, those being worker and consumer. To try and shed a little light on these issues, I would submit the following:
First, the idea of the “job” is fairly recent. Until the second industrial revolution, back in the 1800’s, there was no such thing as a job. The vast majority of people made things and sold them, raised crops and sold them, or they were indentured (or enslaved), and did what they were told in return for bread, bed, and a chance to learn a trade so that they too could then make or grow things to sell.
The job was invented so as to support the new technologies of the industrial age, and for around a hundred years or so, it worked quite well, generally, as a means for distributing the surplus produced by the collective activities of the population. People came to accept that a person should earn their share of the wealth being produced by the country by getting a job and working hard at it. Later on, as the jobs became more technical and less physical, people accepted that getting a good education was also required. Today, people have completely forgotten that all these beliefs about what life should be (go to school, get a job, get promoted, save for your retirement, etc.) are entirely arbitrary! Those who came before us made this up out of whole cloth.
The problems of income inequality we are seeing today result mainly from the new reality that the output of the nation, and in fact, the world, no longer needs the efforts of all the able-bodied in order to be produced. In the past, the primary limitation on the output of the world was the number of people who could be enlisted in the work that produced that output, so there was a balance of sorts, that helped ensure that pay for work was fair and would support the worker in an ever increasing standard of living. Not so today. Today, the primary limitations on the size of the output of the world’s economy are the amount of capital a firm can bring to bear, the availability of scarce resources that go into production, and the amount of energy that can be obtained to support that productive effort. Increasingly, the economy needs less and less human effort, resulting in waning power of the workers, which means wages fall, and jobs disappear. We have low unemployment today mainly due to shitty wages at the available positions, which are primarily in the service sector. The gig economy is thriving because it enables many of those who cannot get a good job to make more money than they could working at a fast food joint, their other alternative.
The other issue I commonly see is the compartmented view most people have of their dual roles, which are always in conflict; those being the role of worker, who always wants higher wages for less effort, and consumer, who always wants lower prices and more choices. Most economic policies bear on both these roles, putting people into cognitive dissonance, and so they talk our of both sides of their mouths, depending on which role is being discussed. When the discussion is about jobs, as this one is, people deplore the companies that move production to low wage sites because that reduces job opportunities here as well as putting downward pressure on wages in general. However, shift the discussion to consumption and suddenly the argument is quite different. Now everyone wants lower prices and they complain loudly that they are being overcharged. They deplore a minimum wage hike because that will make the things they buy more expensive. They despise unions because union wages make things more expensive.
I would submit that we are rapidly moving into a post-job world. In the not-so-distant future, the notion that everyone must have a paying job or be discounted as worthless, will be seen as absurd. Arranging an economic system so that it will supply enough good paying jobs so that everyone can have one, when the economic system does not need the work, is stupid.
Today we are beginning to redesign the economic system to better serve the people, which, by the way, is the only reason the economic system should exist. We are so brainwashed by our recent history and our current culture that it is difficult to imagine an economy that does not need all of us working 40 hours a week.
My favorite idea being batted around is the UBI (universal basic income) in which every citizen, rich, poor, or in between, gets a cash stipend sufficient to keep body and soul together, plus access to a free education, and free healthcare. Then, those who choose to do so, can go to work to earn more money. Most people in such a system, will choose to work because they want more than a basic income. This system will let disabled people have the resources they need to live good lives, retired people will be able to live without suffering poverty, and nobody will go bankrupt because they get sick. In such a system, the economy will be stable and reliable because the money that consumers spend will be recycled back to the people to enable them to buy what they need over and over. Such a system need not grow to thrive. It can become stable and renewable, and when new technologies are introduced that free more people from having to work, the UBI can be incrementally increased, the hours that must be worked in a job can be reduced, and so the standard of living increases for all. Those who want to struggle to gain wealth will still have ample opportunity to do so, while those who just want to focus on their families and their communities will be able do do that.
It will take several generations to get us to such a new economy, and the struggles to overcome our collective cognitive dissonance will be considerable. Very exciting though.
The situation with the United States Agency for International Development (USAID) is exploding into public view today. The reality, and the fact-based revelations, are both horrifying and stunning.
The chart above shows the money funneled by USAID to just ONE entity: Bill Kristol’s “Defending Democracy” organization.
If ever you wondered why Bill Kristol, allegedly a “Republican” and former Editor of “The Weekly Standard” was so adamantly opposed to Donald Trump, you can look at the chart above and realize, he was being PAID big bucks through USAID, to . . . keep the status quo? Keep an “outsider” out? All speculation, but it does make a lot of people wonder.
This is what the network for “Defending Democracy Together Institute” looks like. The graph represents grants from various USAID-affiliated Non-Governmental Organizations (NGOs) flowing to Kristol’s non-profit:
USAID grants funding Bill Kristols Non Profit large
The circle at bottom, with Employer Identification Number (EIN) 831567380, is Bill Kristol’s “Defending Democracy.”
Tracing the actual funds is a staggeringly enormous task, but it is being accomplaished.
According to once source, who is personally involved in the Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) which is auditing everything “48 vCPUs are maxed-out, curating the USAID grant network for every single EIN. It will take a while (~12 hours). Which is fine, it gives time to prettify it in the morning.”
As the computers crunch all the data – and it is an utterly enormous amount of data, they are finding all the paperwork for all the money distribution. In just ONE transaction to Bill Kristol’s “Defending Democracy” andother Foundation “Hopewell” distributed two million dollars to Kristol’s group! Here’s a screenshot of that:
Hopewell Funding Defending Democracy Kristol
That’s just ONE transaction. Look at the chart above and now try to imagine how much MORE got funneled in from all those other entities! And *****ALL***** of it, coming from American Taxpayers, through funding to ****ALL**** those groups, by USAID.
Now you know how the political class stays awash in cash money. It comes from sources like USAID, which bulldozes cash out the door under the guise of “International Development.”
Many people who have looked at the chart above, tell me it appears TO THEM to be a “Money Laundering Operation.”
Others are saying “The only reason why you need to have a system complex like this is you are trying to hide something.”
The graph above is also called “structuring” by people that prosecute money laundering. The bottom left EIN (..1860) is Hopewell, a non profit slush fund run by “Arabella Advisors.” The big three Arabella fund donors are Bill Gates, George Soros, and Mark Zuckerberg.
Why is so-called “Conservative” Bill Kristol, getting money from folks like THEM?????
Can anyone who sees this believe that Bill Kristol is actually any kind of “conservative?” He’s being fund by the leftist of left-wing sources!
Does the phrase “controlled opposition” come to mind?
One source told me “Money laundering shown as a flow chart. The picture is indeed worth a thousand words! ”
Remember folks, this is just one of MANY Organizations . . . . and they’ve been doing this for DECADES all while blocking any attempt at forcing transparency.
Moreover, they couldn’t have done this without help from politicians on BOTH sides of the aisle!
Looking at this mish-mash of money flow, it seems to me, in my personal opinion, the complexity is intended. If this wasn’t the government, we would be insisting on RICO indictments. In fact, maybe we should.
In my view, this is starting to look worse than any MAFIA in the world.
It’s designed to be a labyrinth so confusing that even GPS would need therapy after trying to find its way out.
The more complex they make the interconnections, the more difficult it is to locate the corruption.
This is how shell companies work to avoid paying taxes. Creating a complex web such as this only solidifies that the actors know they were doing something nefarious and would like to avoid detection. But when this is done by the very government responsible for prosecuting crime, will there be any prosecution that follows?
Whatever ultimately comes out of this, one thing is now crystal clear:
This is worse than 9/11 for Democrats. USAID is the primary vessel they use to achieve their political agenda. USAID is — and always has been — the primary source of funding for their influence peddling schemes and for their indirect sources of income. USAID is how they accomplish their nefarious social engineering, overthrow of foreign governments, politicizing the legal system, and crushing dissent.
As more and more details emerge from the DOGE computers now crunching all these transactions and exposing the money flows, the level of squealing we begin to hear will rise.
Politicians are already out in public screeching that shutting off the US Agency for International Development (USAID) is “cutting off food to starving people.” No. It’s not.
What we will now be hearing is the corrupt, trying to cover what they’ve been doing. Don’t be fooled.
Is it realistic to shift manufacturing jobs back to the U.S.?
No.
It might be realistic to shift manufacturing back to the U.S., and it might possibly (but probably not) be possible to increase the percentage of the worlds manufacturing jobs that the U.S. has. But the actual number of manufacturing jobs, both in the U.S., and in the rest of the world is going nowhere but down.
150 years ago, most people in the U.S. worked in agriculture. The number of agriculture jobs shrunk until by 50 years ago the agriculture sector had less than 2% of the U.S. jobs. The U.S. produces more than enough food with less than 2% of its labor force. The number of agriculture jobs in the U.S. is still slowly shrinking, and is never ever going to grow above 2% again, let alone the 50% it was in previous centuries.
The same thing is happening with manufacturing jobs. I would not be surprised if 100 or 200 years from now less than 2% of the potential U.S. labor force is engaged in manufacturing. And that the U.S. manufactures most of what it needs within its own borders. But the factories are going to be automated. Manufacturing probably will come back to the U.S. Manufacturing jobs, will continue to vanish.
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Can the US bring manufacturing back to America? Is this a beneficial decision?
The short answer is no, manufacturing is never coming back to America in the way we had it in the 70′s and 80′s. Those manufacturing jobs all disappeared and went overseas for one extremely simple reason: capitalism. The other thing that plays a big role is international trade deals such as NAFTA, TPP, and so on. In a capitalist economic system, corporations are only focused on cutting costs and maximizing profits. Whatever is the cheapest and most profitable, is what they do, in every situation, no matter what. This includes breaking the law or skirting around regulations, because it very often ends up saving them more money to break the law. Even if they get caught, they very rarely get anything more than a proverbial slap on the wrist, and a monetary fine that’s a literal pittance compared to the company’s annual revenues. When you look at other developing nations, such as Mexico or Indonesia, you can see from their currency exchange rate that companies are saving MASSIVE amounts of money by relocating their manufacturing to those countries. If they actually followed through and shut down their operations overseas and moved their production back onshore, it would simply cost them too much money for it to ever be feasible, in any scenario. The only way those jobs are coming back is if it somehow ends up being cheaper to produce items here in the US than it is in Mexico, Indonesia, Taiwan or wherever else, and the math just ain’t mathing, as the kids say. They will never bring those jobs back to the US, ever. Tariffs be damned, LOL. Trump is blowing smoke up people’s asses when he insists his tariffs are going to “bring back” manufacturing jobs. If that was the case, why didn’t the jobs come back after his first term in office and the tariffs and trade war he did then? It honestly makes zero sense. Tariffs are a way of adding costs to a company when they’re importing or exporting products, and again, when companies are only focused on profits, how would higher costs induce them to bring jobs back here to the US? It makes no sense. I would bet $50,000 of my own money that ZERO manufacturing jobs will be coming back after this Trump term, much the same as the last time he was in office, and similar to the coal jobs he insisted he would “bring back” as well. I’m from the Appalachian part of eastern KY and I can assure you, there has been little to no change in the number of coal company jobs here in KY, if anything, they’ve gone down in the past few years. Trump’s stupid trade policies are not going to bring back jack shit, LOL. Hate to be the bearer of bad news but, also people could just take a look at the numbers from Trump’s first term in office to see that tariffs have absolutely no impact on the number of manufacturing jobs in the US, and in fact, none of Trump’s policies have improved anything with respect to those numbers. The only thing he’s capable of doing is crashing the economy and causing prices to skyrocket from the tariffs and his other bad policies.
Masa flattened herself against the ruined wall and listened to the people surrounding the fire barrel, crouched and at the ready. She peered around the edge, hand resting on the handgun at her waist feeling the cold metal in her hands. It was an unfamiliar presence that weighed heavily at her side, along with the knowledge of what that presence meant. Tonight, she might have to kill someone.When she was younger, her father taught her how to shoot and while she wasn’t bad at aiming, it was not nearly the level she would need to defend herself against so many. She had longed to see people so badly and now that she had arrived in what was left of Monterrey, their presence alone terrified her.The people around the fire bore no resemblance to one another. Some spoke Spanish poorly, their pale skin marking them as foreigners. Others who spoke were locals, their words coming through clearly and their skins tanned from the summer sun. Some were old, some were children. They all had one thing in common, the dirt that covered them and the same look of emptiness in their eyes.A young boy burst into tears and clung tightly to an older woman. “Mama!” he screamed. “I want my Mama!”“Calm yourself, Carlos,” the older woman said, drawing the young boy onto her lap. She patted his head and a gentle humming came from her lips while she rocked him.For a long time, the air was filled with nothing but her sweet voice. Others joined the song, humming alongside the older woman and sharing their loss.Masa thought of her own father and her chest filled with pain. Tears filled her eyes and drifted down her cheeks. Her hand left the gun and covered her mouth, trying to stay silent. Staying alone and hidden behind the ruined wall while the people were together became almost unbearable. No, she needed to keep it together. It was better to stay safe and hidden.“It’s not safe here,” growled a man about the age of her father and the tune ended. He stood at the fire’s edge with an air of authority, his hair tinged with grey. What was left of the clothing he wore, hung from his shoulders and waist peppered with gunfire holes and covered in blood. “We need to leave Monterrey. We should seek out a prison or a military base. Somewhere we can defend more easily.”Another man stood, meeting his gaze with narrowed eyes. “Then how will the US Army find us? We’re ex-pats,” argued a man with an American twang, “Any day, they’ll come to rescue us and evacuate. If we leave, they’ll never find us.”“We already fought off one group of bandits,” cried an older woman. “Matias is right. It’s not safe here.”“I’m not leaving until I find my husband,” screamed a younger woman.A commotion broke out and the adults stood and began arguing with each other. The voices wove together and any trace of conversation was indistinguishable from the rest. It grew louder, filling the air with a hum like a swarm of bees. An occasional word rose above the others laced with profanity. A woman screamed and the children burst into tears.The sound of a gunshot filled the air and the people gasped and backed away. The American Expat stumbled back, staring at his chest. He collapsed onto his knees and fell face first on the ground. “I’m in charge now,” yelled Matias. “We do what I say. And I say we move.”“But my husband…I have to find him…” screeched the young woman from before.Mattias pointed the gun in her direction. “Do you have a problem?”The woman shook her head and backed away. Tears filled her eyes and she ran from the group.A brand-new tyrant taking his first stand. Masa stared at him, sizing him up. The light from the flames caught the edges of his face, highlighting the shadows beneath his eyes. The anger in them made him look like a demon; the pride like a serpent. He was well-built, perhaps ex-military or police. He must have been in charge while they defended against the bandits the other people spoke of. No doubt, he now thought he was the one in charge. The rest of the people hung their heads in submission, defeated by either fear or grief. Whatever made them back down, any strength to fight they had was gone. She thought of her father and how much she had needed to search for him. The decision to move on had been hers and not someone else’s and that had helped her stay strong. These people deserved the same.Matias began barking orders to the men about supplies and then told the women to get the screaming children under control or he would shoot them.Masa gripped the handgun, glaring at him from the shadows. It would be so easy to shoot him from this distance and the people would be better off without him. She pulled the hammer and cocked the handgun, removing the safety. Her hands shook while she aimed it at the man’s head, fully ready to fire.“No, don’t,” said a voice behind her, tinged with a twist in his words that defined him as yet another American.Masa went rigid, her eyes darted behind her in a panic. Her hand reflexively moved and pointed her gun at the teenage boy who had spoken. His dark skin caused him to barely be visible beneath the shadows. A few of his loose dreads swung across his face, fallen free from the rest hidden behind his head in a ponytail.He frowned and stared at it, his hands shaking while he raised them in defense. “Please don’t shoot me.”“Why not?” she hissed, pressing the gun into his chest.“I’m Richards,” he said, smiling nervously, “Leron Richards. What’s your name?”“I’m not here to make friends,” Masa snapped, still keeping her voice low. Her hands began to shake. It was one thing to shoot a tyrant, another entirely to shoot a boy her age. She put the handgun down and scowled at him. “Why shouldn’t I shoot him? You saw what he did.”“You didn’t see the bandits,” Leron said, sitting against the wall. He gestured for her to join him. “They killed so many of us….there was much blood…”Masa slid down the wall beside him and barely listened while he told her about the slaughter. Her fear was overcoming her and she longed to escape. By putting her gun down, she had put herself in danger. Leron could easily hurt her, or alert the man called Mattias. The people here might decide she was a bandit and shoot her instead. She wrapped her arms around her bent knees and hid the tears in her eyes.“Come on you can tell me. What’s your name?” he asked. His Spanish was terrible, filled with the wrong words, but he seemed to be trying. And for the most part, she understood.
“Masa Gomez. Are you going to turn me in now?” she said, keeping her head hidden.
“No.” Leron sighed. He sat silently for a time before continuing, “Matias is a good man. The bandits killed over half of us. We had to bury them this afternoon including the kid’s mother. Matias…he….he’s just trying to prevent everyone from killing each other. That also happened early on.”
“It’s only been a few days since whatever happened.”
“A lot can happen in a few days.”
Masa looked up at him, “Oh.” She wiped the tears from her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. It felt good to be close to someone, anyone.
Leron wrapped his arm around her. “The American Matias killed was keeping us here, but it’s been days. If anyone was coming to rescue us, they would have. Your attempt to shoot him from here shows how dangerous it is to stay. Where did you come from?”
“A small town on the other side of the mountains.”
“Are there more people there?” he asked, his voice filled with hope.
“No. I was the only one who survived.”
“And I thought we had it rough.” He sat for the time, picked up a rock, and began playing with it in his hands. “Do you want to meet the others?” he asked at last.
“No…I don’t know,” she croaked. Masa swallowed back the tears and hid her head once more. Did she? Would Leron allow her to escape if she didn’t? Would she still have to shoot him? Was being with people worth being forced to serve someone like Mattias? She had longed to be around people so badly. And what if she left and the other groups of people were just as bad or worse?
“My parents both died,” he said, breaking the silence. “They heard the sirens and threw me in the refrigerator at their restaurant along with some of the people here.” He began to shake and she looked up and saw the tears in his eyes. “There…There was no room left and it had to be shut from the outside.”
“I’m sorry. I lost my father, too. We were out working on the satellite dish and it collapsed on us. I don’t know what happened to him.”
Leron shook his head, “I can’t believe it all ended so fast.” He sighed and climbed to his feet, “I need to go or they will be wondering where I have disappeared. Will you come with me?”
Masa stared at his open hand. “Will you let me go if I say no?” she asked.
“Won’t say a damn thing.”
“I will stay.” Masa reached up and took his hand. He led her from the shadows and towards the fire.
Matias was warming his hands over the flames, he turned and scowled at Leron. “Where have you been? I was about to send out a search party.”
“This is Masa. She came down from the mountains and wants to stay with us.”
“The community of preppers? Did anyone survive? Are there any supplies left?” he said with an air of desperation. He approached Masa, madness filled his eyes and she backed away, afraid of what he had done earlier. If she couldn’t help him, would he kill her too?
“No, there is nothing left,” Masa lied. She had no intention of telling him about the secret basement beneath the communications center. This man might protect them as Leron said, but she wasn’t going to help him any more than she had to.
Matias grew angry and took hold of her shirt, pulling her close to his face and studying her eyes. “You’re lying,” he seethed. The stench of his breath was sickening.
“Leave her alone,” cried Leron, trying to push them apart.
“Get away, Chico.” When Leron didn’t back down, Matias slapped him out of the way.
“Tell me!” he yelled.
“Let go of me. I’m not lying.” Masa reached for the gun at her waist and considered shooting him point blank. Before she could shoot, Matias released her, throwing her back to the ground. She groaned as the wind was knocked out of her. The brute of a man sighed and returned to the fire. “Find a place for her to sleep then.”
Leron rubbed the side of his face, eyes narrowed with rage. He climbed to his feet and helped Masa back on hers and towards a set of stairs leading down beneath one of the ruined buildings.
“I should have shot him,” she said, “It would have been better for everyone. He really is a monster.”
“Maybe, but every monster has people they protect. In this world, I would rather be protected by a terrible monster than none at all.”
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HOLY! U.S. Just Started a SHOWDOWN With China: Global Economy to Change Forever
The GDP per capita in China is 1/5 of that of the USA, but how come the average Chinese citizen has a better quality of life than an average USA citizen?
It’s not true
GDP Per Capita of Urban USA is $ 93,460
GDP Per Capita of Urban China is $ 29,112
It’s 3.21 times more not 5 times
Urban China
It’s simple
Most things in China are extremely affordable
Even Housing!!!!
So the Per Capita income of an Average Chinese in a Tier 1 City is 201,200 Yuan a year which is $ 27,000 a year
Healthcare :-
The Average American pays $ 646 a month for healthcare (Individual) and $ 1,516 a month (Family)
This is a whopping 13.36% to 21.32% of Post Tax Salary
This is in addition to employer contribution to premium which is 17% to 29%
The Average Chinese pays 710 Yuan a month for Healthcare (Family)
This is a mere 6% of Post Tax Salary
This ensures that 88% of Healthcare costs of a Chinese family are covered by the State and Employers Insurer
Even without Employer insurance, the State Insurance covers 65.25% of the Healthcare costs of a Chinese Family
Furthermore, the balance payable can be paid across a maximum of 84 Installments without interest in China
Utilities:-
In China, Utilities (Maintenance, Electricity, Heating, Water and Gas) average 936 Yuan a month which averages only 7% of the Take Home Salary
So consumption of 750 Units a month comes to only 414 Yuan ($57.30)
In USA, Utilities (Maintenance, Electricity, Heating, Water and Gas) average $ 15,914 a year which comes to around 12.53% of the Take Home Salary
Consumption of 750 Units a month has a bill of $ 357.85
So even though Per Capita income is 5 times more – the Electricity is itself 6.24 times more in the US
Tuition:-
University Education in China and US make a huge difference
An Average American owes $ 127,632 in Tuition Loans at the time of graduation (Graduate) and all Americans owe $ 1.76 Trillion in Loans to the Federal Government
The Median Starting Salary of an American Graduate is $ 72,753 a year or $ 62,890 a year post taxes and contribution
That’s 2 Years Starting Salary in Debt for a graduate
The Average Chinese owes only 35,000 Yuan in Debt (Graduate) at the time of graduation
The Median Starting salary of a Chinese Graduate is 97,700 Yuan a year and even Internship Stipend is 38,000 Yuan a year
That’s a mere 0.358 Years Starting Salary for a Graduate and only 0.92 Years Starting Salary for even a Trainee
Taxes:-
FICA, State Taxes and Federal Taxes cost an Employee 32.95% of his salary on an Average in USA
Income Tax and Contributions cost an Employee only 11.25% of their salary in China on an Average (Rest is contributory pay)
Chinese pay only 1/3 tax on their income compared to Americans
The Share of Indirect Taxes in USA is 36.26% in 2024 against only 15.80% in 2013
In China, VAT share in indirect taxes is only 20.52%
This is because VAT is waived on 37 essential grocery items and healthcare
Groceries:-
A Family of Four eating 2100 Calories (Adult) a day and 1700 Calories (Kids) spend 352 Yuan a week on groceries
This comes to only 12–15% of the monthly salary
The same in US , costs a family $ 2,300 a month
This comes to around 24% to 33% of the take home salary
This means if a US family can spend only 15% of their salary on groceries, they have to EAT ONLY HALF OF WHAT A CHINESE FAMILY EATS
This Grocery Bills relative to each other is a whopping 5 times higher in US and even assuming the per capita differential, US prices are 150% higher!!!!
Thus the Urban Chinese definitely have a better quality of life than the Urban American
They do live in smaller homes (51.7 Square meters vs 90.33 Square meters) but apart from that, everything else is way more affordable
Semi Urban China and US
The GDP Per Capita of Semi Urban USA is $ 68,872 and Semi Urban China is 132,421 Yuan ($ 18,265)
Here the Average American Per Capita is 5 times the Chinese Per Capita
So US Per Capita GDP in Semi Urban US is only 3.77 times higher than Chinese Per Capita GDP
So again Semi Urban Americans are definitely likely to be worse off than Semi Urban Chinese
This is because prices are more than 5–7 times lower in China while GDP Per Capita income is only 3.8 times higher
Rural China vs US
This is where US Citizens are much better off
The GDP Per Capita of Rural USA is $ 56,636 a year against a mere 46,700 Yuan a year ($ 6,441)
The US Per Capita GDP is a whopping 9 times higher than China
So even with a 5–7 times lower cost, Rural Chinese don’t have a better standard of living than Rural Americans
And there are 136 Million Households in Rural China even today
That is Xi Jinping s challenge
Deng Xiaoping and Jiang Zimin have done their jobs and ensured Urban and Semi Urban China is ahead of Urban and Semi Urban USA
Xi Jinping is to do his task to ensure Rural China also prospers and surges
He did eliminate absolutely poverty and rise the Per Capita GDP by 8.90% a year for the last 5 years
“Is this it? This insignificant little speck on the edge of the galaxy?” She waved her elegant long fingers at the main screen in front of her. “What’s so important about a remote little planet with nothing but primitive methods of propulsion that can’t even take them beyond their own solar system? I mean, why are we bothering?”“Look, we’re not here to study their technology, so stop tracking every object that flits past us. It’s not part of our mission. We have other departments who are trying to control their frustration at what they’re doing. You know we’ve got a very important assignment. We tried to feed knowledge gently to them ever since we first had contact with them, but it’s not working out well. They’re abusing that knowledge, and we now have to stop them pressing the self-destruct button. So now it’s time to take a different approach.”She looked puzzled at first, and then the penny dropped. “Oh, I see. We want to know what makes them tick.”“Tick? What do you mean, tick? They’re not mechanical you know. They’re organic. Living organisms don’t tick.”“Just a figure of speech. Okay, I’m beginning to see why this mission is important. I mean, although they’re very much like us, obviously, because we did have a hand in their evolution, there are many aspects of their development that we don’t fully understand. And that’s why I was assigned to this project.”“Well I did wonder,” he sneered. “I always thought your brain was wired differently. Probably due to your being one of the few females in this outfit.”She returned the sneer. “Yeah. You’ve just proved that you’re not as evolved as I am with that remark. You sound like a human. Now, let’s just concentrate on what we’re here for.”“Okay, so where do we start?”“Well,” she mused, “there is something that’s been puzzling us for a very long time. We’re familiar with all of their different languages, obviously, and we have known for some time that their thought processes are basically similar in all their social groups. But there is one aspect of the way they communicate which seems to be unique to their species.”“Yes, but it’s not only humans who communicate, is it? Lots of other creatures make noises at each other – all sorts of grunts, roars, whistles and squeaks, and we haven’t a scooby what they’re saying.”“Scooby?”He looked at her pityingly. “Just a figure of speech.”“Yes, well, we haven’t made any comprehensive study of the other creatures yet, but they’re not the ones trying to mess up the planet.”“ So you think that by understanding their society more fully we can help them to make better choices? Huh. Good luck with that, then.”“I’m going to need it. To be honest I’m stumped. Even though I’ve studied them for centuries, I’ve found one weird thing that they do that is impossible to translate into logical behaviour.”“But you’re the queen of logic. It shouldn’t be difficult for you.”“Oh, there you go again. Your sarcasm is so infantile.”“I apologise. So, what’s the weird stuff?”“Okay, here goes.” She took a deep breath, and proceeded to make a variety of sounds which she found difficult at first, but after gaining confidence, flowed out and resonated around the vessel. He stared at her in astonishment.“So what are you saying? Is it another language?”She stopped. “If it is, it’s used by all the different cultures on the planet, and the accent is the same in all languages.”“Well they all make some kind of music, with variations, of course -”She shook her head. “It’s not music, we know all the styles of music. Did it sound melodic to you?”“No, certainly not. So, when does this noise happen? That should give you a clue.”“It happens completely unexpectedly. You can’t predict it. To give you an example, I could be monitoring a conversation, when one of the participants would suddenly emit the sound, and very often the other one would join in.”He looked puzzled. “But surely that would interrupt the flow of the conversation?”“Yes, it does.”“So what’s the purpose of it?”“That’s what I’m trying to find out. But the fact that it happens in so many different circumstances makes it extremely difficult.”
“So not just in ordinary conversation?”
“Oh no, there are many occasions where it happens, often involving great numbers of people, whose attention is focused on one or several individuals. They all make the sound together, and it can go on for a long time, or it just comes out in short bursts. And then the proceedings continue as if it never happened. Until the next time.”
He wanted to impress her with some intelligent input, and thought for a moment. “Does it only happen during communication, or is there evidence of it in a visual context?”
“Visual? How do you mean?”
“Erm, not sure. Maybe as a reaction to something observed?”
“Well, yes, you might have something there.”
“Oh, goody! I’m glad I’m able to contribute something useful. I was beginning to develop a slight inferiority complex.”
“Impossible.”
“I know. So, where are we? They react to something they hear or see, and according to you, they do it when one starts it, or several begin it, and others join in.”
She looked at him. “You’ve just hit the nail on the head.”
“That’s got to be another figure of speech. I haven’t hit anything.”
She ignored that. “It affects them when they’ve been exposed to it. What does that suggest to you?”
“It’s an infection?”
“It’s the only explanation.”
Suddenly the door swished open, and a research assistant dashed towards them waving her hands and making the same sounds demonstrated previously by her boss.
“I’ve got it! Hahahaha! It’s called laughing! I’ve got it!” She paused, drew a deep breath and then collapsed on the floor, giggling.
He looked at her in horror. “You’ve been infected! How did that happen? There’s been no physical contact.”
The victim look at him with tears in her large oval eyes. “There doesn’t have to be. You just have to see or hear something…. that…… is…….FUNNY!”
“Funny? What do you mean, funny?”
She frowned. “It’s a kind of concept. I don’t understand how it happens, or why. I just saw something that some humans were doing, and they started this laughing, and I knew it was funny.”
The memory of it started her off again, and they knew they were not going to get any further without being infected themselves.
“We’ve got to quarantine her, and get out of here,” he said urgently. “This could be catastrophic for our civilization. An epidemic like this could wipe us all out.”
She looked at him in horror. “It could be Armageddon, in fact.”
“Armageddon? Wait a minute!” A slow smile began to transform his face. “In that case, Armageddon out of here!”
“What? I don’t understand what you’re saying!”
“I think – I’ve just made a play on words.”
“Is that supposed to be funny?
“Yes, I think it is a sort of funny. What do you think?”
“I like it.” She paused for a moment. “It makes me feel – peculiar – odd – funny, in fact!” She started to laugh, and this time the sound came more easily, and she was surprised at how it amused her. “Yes, that was funny!”
“You see? It’s contagious. I was right!”
The damage was done. They realised that there was nothing their society was going to be able to do for this little planet. It was doomed to destroy itself. The only consolation was that they would probably die laughing.
With a great deal of effort and concentration in between giggles, they programmed in a course for home, and resigned themselves to a period in the contagion tank, which they did not regard as frightening a prospect as they might have otherwise expected.
And as the little craft sped towards the centre of the galaxy, it left in its wake the pealing sounds of laughter which echoed in the spaces between the stars.
Why is China hiding 700 billion dollars?
Is manufacturing returning to the United States?
No, and it never will.
The bourgeoisie try to make it seem like manufacturing is increasing based on some production number. But that is just an issue of increased business, not manufacturing. The capitalist class has no desire to be increase manufacturing as it would only decrease their profits. The best thing for them to do is to import those items that are no longer manufactured here. This increases their profits as their own workforce can then become more profitable as higher type workers.
The bourgeoisie would also have you believe that the manufacturing jobs went overseas. Only capital can go overseas, not jobs. But most of the decline of the manufacturing industry is due to the increases in its own productive ability. As it grows more productive it lowers its percentage of its workforce relative to the overall population.
Looks like you took the capitalist blue pill lie.
Sir Whiskerton and the Great Rodent Roundup: A Tale of Cats, Rats, and Feline Diplomacy
Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale of intrigue, rivalry, and one very determined cat who proved that brains always beat brawn. Today’s story is one of pest control, power struggles, and a clever plan that saved the farm from both rodents and rogue felines. So, grab your sense of humor and a bag of popcorn (or catnip), as we dive into Sir Whiskerton and the Great Rodent Roundup: A Tale of Cats, Rats, and Feline Diplomacy.
The Farmer’s Frustration
It all began on a quiet morning when the farmer emerged from the barn, his face red with frustration. “Rats! Mice! Rodents everywhere!” he bellowed, shaking his fist at the sky. “This farm is overrun! Sir Whiskerton, where are you?!”
I sauntered over, flicking my tail with my usual air of feline dignity. “Yes, Farmer?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “What seems to be the problem?”
“The problem,” the farmer said, glaring at me, “is that you’re not doing your job! You’re supposed to be a mouser, Whiskerton! A rat-catcher! But all I see is you lounging around on the barn roof while these pests run amok!”
I sighed. “Farmer, I am a detective, not a common barn cat. My talents lie in solving mysteries, not chasing rodents.”
“Well, it’s time you learned,” the farmer said, crossing his arms. “And to make sure you do, I’ve brought in some… reinforcements.”
Enter Bigcat and Catticus
At that moment, the ground shook as a massive feline emerged from the horizon. It was Bigcat—a towering, rotund cat with a swagger that could only come from eating one too many pies (and possibly the baker). Behind him stood his hench-felines: Putter, a scrawny Siamese with a calculating gaze, and Goliath, a muscle-bound oaf who looked like he could bench-press a cow but couldn’t figure out how to open a cat flap.
“Bigcat,” the farmer said, gesturing to the enormous feline. “He’s the best mouser in the county. And this is Catticus, his… uh… general.”
Catticus, a sleek and menacing tabby, stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the farm. “This place is a disgrace,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “But don’t worry. Bigcat and I will whip it into shape.”
I bristled at the insult but kept my composure. “Well, isn’t this delightful,” I said, flicking my tail. “A couple of overgrown alley cats think they can waltz in and take over my farm.”
“Your farm?” Bigcat said, letting out a deep, rumbling laugh. “This farm belongs to whoever can protect it. And right now, that’s us.”
The Plan
I knew I couldn’t take on Bigcat and his gang alone, so I enlisted the help of my friends. Rufus the dog, Porkchop the pig, and even Count Catula agreed to assist me in my plan to rid the farm of rodents—and, more importantly, to get rid of Bigcat.
“Here’s the plan,” I said, gathering my team. “We’ll round up all the rats and mice and send them back to Catnip’s farm where they belong. Once the farmer sees that the pests are gone, he’ll have no reason to keep Bigcat around.”
“But how do we get rid of Bigcat?” Rufus asked, tilting his head.
“Leave that to me,” I said, smirking. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
The Great Rodent Roundup
The first part of the plan went off without a hitch. With Rufus’s keen nose, Porkchop’s brute strength, and Count Catula’s dramatic flair, we managed to round up all the rats and mice on the farm. We even convinced them to return to Catnip’s farm by promising them a lifetime supply of cheese (courtesy of Chef Remy LeRaccoon).
“Well, that was easier than I expected,” Porkchop said, munching on an apple.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I said, flicking my tail. “Now comes the hard part.”
The Showdown with Bigcat
With the rodents gone, I confronted Bigcat and his gang. “Well, Bigcat,” I said, smirking. “It seems your services are no longer needed. The farm is pest-free, thanks to me.”
Bigcat narrowed his eyes. “You think you’re clever, don’t you, Whiskerton? But you’re no match for me.”
“Perhaps not in size,” I said, flicking my tail. “But in wit? Well, let’s just say I’ve got you beat.”
With that, I set my plan into motion. Using a combination of catnip, a well-placed feather duster, and a strategically placed bucket of water, I managed to outsmart Bigcat and his gang. Bigcat, distracted by the catnip, stumbled into the bucket of water, while Putter and Goliath got tangled up in the feather duster.
“This isn’t over, Whiskerton!” Bigcat roared as he slunk away, his tail between his legs.
“Oh, I think it is,” I said, smirking.
The Moral of the Story
As the farmer congratulated me on a job well done, the animals reflected on the day’s events.
The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Brains always beat brawn, and teamwork makes the dream work. Whether you’re facing a gang of rodents or a rival feline, a little creativity and a lot of determination can help you overcome even the toughest challenges.
A Happy Ending
With the rodents gone and Bigcat vanquished, the farm returned to its usual state of peaceful chaos. The farmer, impressed by my efforts, declared me the official “Mouser in Chief” (though I made it clear that my detective work would always come first). Even Count Catula, ever the drama queen, had to admit that my plan was “brilliantly executed.”
And so, dear reader, we leave our heroes with the promise of new adventures, new challenges, and hopefully, no more rodents or rogue felines. Until next time, may your days be filled with laughter, love, and just a little bit of feline genius.
Onion and Tomato Salad
(Salata Bonjon-e-Rhumi-e-Piaz — Afghanistan)
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Yield: 6 servings
Ingredients
2 large tomatoes, thinly sliced
1 medium onion, thinly sliced
1 serrano chile, seeded and minced
1 clove garlic, minced
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons minced fresh cilantro
Instructions
Alternate slices of tomatoes and onions on serving platter.
Mix remaining ingredients except cilantro; spoon over vegetables.
Sprinkle with cilantro.
Cover and refrigerate for at least 1 hour.
Can the US bring manufacturing back to America? Is this a beneficial decision?
manufacturing of common household products is not that important. That should be competitive so we can see would other countries have. It’s the manufacturing of critical components high technical areas that control stuff like the electrical grid communications, military equipment.
the biggest area the hits is the way they move the debt. It’s like the way the energy companies made venezuela dependent on the energy sector when they have one of the largest water sheds in South America then they moved the market and crashed there economy then they starved. The crash of the Venezuela’s economy had nothing to do with the current administration or socialism it was done by the market of the energy sector they installed years ago. They did the same thing to the dollar.
I do not like dealing with the United States globalist insanity. I like the Russia and China. Russia and China runs a proper government according to there economy and conditions. I do not like dealing with the insanity of the globalist United States government or its insane dollar.
Keyu Jin: China Has Prepared For a Bigger Trade War
How economically feasible is it to bring back manufacturing to the USA?
Not at all economically feasible in a free market. Trade is good for all parties otherwise they would not actively participate. Protectionism breaks the free market. It would be far better to create guidelines and preferences instead of demands. US manufacturing has been sold down the river for my entire career and you cannot just bring it back by saying some catch phrases. It needs a real plan and real focused effort acknowledging that it is not a free market when you impose boxes to stay inside the lines. To compete efficiency has to rule and the US labor of the past has no bearing on what new factories are going to look like today. The nostalgic images of putting a wheel on a Model A work because we know the outcome. New assembly robots will have a small staff of nerd types behind keyboards not wearing greasy overalls. If we let the free market rule then laws to protect low end workers need to directly address those violations instead of indirectly. An industry ecosystem has to GROW over time as every part has to be right sized at each stage. Free markets actively adjust. Edicts just make it harder to get back to a free market. Keep in mind shifting from over “there” to over “here” includes customer opportunities and supply issues. Both sides of the profit/loss column.
Information is coming out today about the Government program “USAID” – the United States Agency for International Development. It appears the Trump Administration has hit the jackpot on money laundering, dirty deeds, unjust prosecutions and more. Trump shut down the USAID Headquarters this morning; all staff told to STAY HOME today.
For years, many of us have heard about “Soros Prosecutors” allegedly helped into office by the “vast Soros Empire” and misused to prosecute certain groups of Americans; namely straight, white Christians. Wellllllllllllllll, this morning, it came out that Soros, is a minor player in the entire, sordid affair.
It turns out that USAID – a cutout for the Central Intelligence Agency – is where all the big bucks have been coming from for so much of the nonsense we’ve been seeing taking place here in the United States.
With the Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) now perusing all the expenditures of the US government, they seem to have stumbled across the “un-Holy Grail” of money-laundering and corruption: USAID.
“In the push to prosecute Trump by District Attorney Alvin Bragg in New York City, Soros was a minor co-funder. He gave them $10,000, that’s it! The $14 million he gave to the parent company, the fiscal sponsor of FJP (Fair and Just Prosecution, a nonprofit that supports and influences progressive prosecutors in the U.S.), well, that ain’t shit compared to the $27 million that USAID gave them. Every time you hear the word Soros prosecutor, no, they’re USAID prosecutors.”
This rabbit hole is deep, and winding. The details are just BEGINNING to emerge.
Long story short: Every time you hear the phrase “Soros Prosecutors” you need to change “SOROS” to “USAID.” ANd as this Rabbit hole is probed . . . . it is extremely likely it will turn out to be “CIA Prosecutors.”
The initial impression by people looking at all the factual data, all the money payouts, is that all the legal trouble for President Donald Trump after he left office, SEEMS to have been paid for and caused by: The CIA.
It is starting to appear that the US Central Intelligence Agency, is the axis upon which all the spokes of state and federal legal cases spun. All funded by taxpayer money laundered from the CIA, using US Taxpayer money against the very US citizens who paid it.
This is going to be huge. As the information dribbles out, more and more spectacular evidence is going to become available.
Elon Musk commented about this publicly today. He said:
“As we dug into USAID it became apparent that what we have here is not an apple with a worm in it, but we have actually just a ball of worms. If you have an apple with a worm in it, you can take the worm out. If you have a whole ball of worms, it’s hopeless.”
It appears the Trump folks already see they will likely have to permanently shut down USAID. But they also see it is THE hotbed for a huge amount of money being shoveled to all sorts of left-wing causes all over the world, and right here inside the USA.
It seems to many people “The Swamp” is starting to be drained.
The US needs $85 billion to build copper mines to replace China’s. Where are the investors?
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.
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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.
What was previously produced in America, but have moved production to China? And why isn’t it produced in America anymore?
In summary, stuff that you need enormous amounts of, that’s not safety critical, that requires a large amount of low-skilled manual assembly, that can be 100% quality tested upon arrival in the US if necessary, and that is cheap enough vis-a-vis comparable US products that you would still come out on top if you ended up scrapping 50% of it upon arrival.
I realize this sounds a bit flippant.
I was in supply chain management for a decade or so, dealing primarily with factory relocations (both moving production lines to the US and outsourcing component production to where ever it needed to go).
One of the things that hardly anyone seems to understand is how outsourcing decisions are made and where manufacturing is relocated to based on what criteria, so allow me to paste together several posts I’ve made on the topic on social media to explain that process in greater detail, because China really isn’t the problem when it comes to moving production abroad.
To be clear, I’m not talking about customer service call centers, those are a no-brainer–most of your cost is labor, so wherever you have to pay people that speak the correct language least is where you go. I believe there’s a whole cottage industry in Central America now where undocumented workers deported from the US are finding relatively high paid work in call centers if they speak English (and can therefore handle customer service for the United States). Oh, the irony.
And I’m not talking about things such as garment manufacturing, where again most of the cost is labor and while it is a variety of skilled labor, it generally doesn’t require any formal education and never paid well enough even when it was still done in the US.
Let’s talk about skilled industrial manufacturing. The kind of manufacturing that requires a formal education and quite a bit of on-the-job training and an extraordinary level of skill in some cases. That’s the kind of manufacturing you want because it pays very well and offers lifetime employment.
In that kind of manufacturing, very generally speaking, your cost should be around a 60/40 split, where around 60% is material, and 40% is labor. Lean operations will probably run around a 70/30 or better.
(The example shipping/labor rates etc are based on 2013, which is when I got out of that line of work.)
So, say you produce a Doodad the cost of which is $1000, and you’ve chopped away at your material cost as far as you can (because you would always look at your biggest expense first) and you’ve introduced every lean manufacturing practice that makes sense, so your material cost per Doodad is $700, and your labor cost is $300.
And this is where you hire me to do an outsourcing analysis.
Here is how that works:
The first questions I ask you are
a) What’s your labor hour rate (this isn’t what you pay your employees, it’s an average derived from factoring in your employee pay, any benefits you pay for, and varying amounts of your overhead, i.e. your cost of doing business) — in this case $30, just to keep the math simple
b) Can your material sources be changed without incurring significant cost (most often the answer is no)
Maybe you’ve already identified potential contract manufacturers, maybe I find them for you, and then I take your product and I quote it out.
So let’s say, after lots of quoting and engineering evals and sending your QM team around the globe to check out potential suppliers, I’ve found this great contract manufacturer in China and they say they can build your Doodads for $195, at an internal labor rate of $15, plus three extra hours because their equipment is older and they’re not running quite as lean as you are.
Great, right?
Um, no.
Because you’re suddenly incurring a bunch of extra costs:
1) You’ve got to ship your raw material over there. This is probably cheapest if you do it in full container loads, meaning you’re shipping about 6000 Doodads or 6 months worth of material over there at a time. So with your preferred shipping rate of, say, $4000 per container, and a cost of money at, say 5% per year, you/re adding just a touch over 66K to your cost for 6000 Doodads or $11 each.
2) You’re shipping them back on a monthly basis, because once they’re assembled, 1000 Doodads fill a container, so that’s another $4 added to the cost per Doodad.
3) Next, it turns out that you’re going to have to pay duties on your Doodads coming back, and the duty rate on this particular Doodad is 5%, so, add about $45 per Doodad.
4) But because you’re manufacturing in China now, you’ve increased your engineering support and you’re now doing 100% quality inspection, and your averaged labor rate for engineering/quality alone is higher than your averaged labor rate (because those people earn more than your workers), so add 1 hour labor at $60 per Doodad.
5) You’ve also incurred one-time costs of $100K by paying me for the analysis, your quality guys to do a bunch of supplier audits in China and Mexico, your engineers to update all your documentation to be fit for use by a subcontractor, then a trip to send two engineers to China for 2 weeks together with your assembling supervisor and a quality guy to train people over there, which you’re going to have to amortize over the first years’ worth of Doodads. After that, you’re only going to have to pay 10K a year for two supplier audit trips.
So, your total cost per Doodad is now approx $1025 during the fist year, dropping to $1016 in subsequent years.
Conclusion: you’re not outsourcing your Doodads.
But let’s look at a different scenario for your Doohickey.
Now, you only build 500 Doohickeys per year, and they’re *difficult*. They cost you 20,000 to build and a whopping 12,000 of that is labor because there’s very complex metal work involved. You’ve looked at every possible way of reducing that–buying new machines, outsourcing it locally to a shop that already has the machines, etc. etc.–and come up with not very much.
And I look at the Doohickey and it reminds me of a part this shop I know in the Czech Republic built for someone else, so I ask them to quote it. I know their labor hour rate is 70/hr as opposed to your 55/hr, but it’s taking you over 200 hours to build that thing, so if they can shave off some of that, it might work out.
And lo, and behold, the supplier comes back and thinks, as specified, with their machinery and their highly skilled labor force, they can build it in about 170 hours. Now in and of itself, the resulting cost reduction won’t get you anywhere, but then they start asking really good questions, like, “You know that tolerance there that doesn’t seem to serve any purpose? My machinist says that if you can relax that by 5mm, we can make this on an entirely different machine in 160 hours instead,” and “How much are you paying for that part, because my buddy down the road has a foundry that makes castings like that all the time. Can we quote that for you too?” and “While we’re quoting that casting, what do you think of changing the mold right here to get rid off this bit we’re having to machine off?”
And suddenly, you have a quote for your completely assembled doohickey at $17,000 each, even taking into account a somewhat strong Euro. Now, granted, you still have to pay for shipping and duties and there’s a one-time engineering effort of 100K and the new casting mold costs you another 25K, but it doesn’t matter! Because you’re shipping 25 containers of Doohickeys for 100K and at a duty rate of say, 5%, you’re still saving 850K in the first year and 975K every year thereafter. That will accommodate a lot of fx rate fluctuation.
But, you say, let’s take those ideas they all had and run with it and we too should be able to save $3000 per Doohickey, right? In fact, we should be able to save more than that because their labor hour rate is $15 more than ours, and the Euro is stronger, and you’re going to save the shipping and duties.
I’ve been down that rabbit hole more times than I care to remember.
First you figure out that no matter how you try, you can’t manufacture that part on that other machine. Those highly trained skilled guys over in the Czech Republic have some manufacturing mojo you don’t. Now, you can hire a specialist from Europe, but that’s going to cost you a lot and besides, you’re probably not getting an HB1 visa anyway.
You try to outsource to a local manufacturer with better machinery, and they spend 6 months arguing with you about reference values needing to be absolutes (which is impossible) and then, when you’ve changed your damn drawings to get rid of the offending reference values come back with an estimate of 300 hours at substantially the same labor rate you have.
Then you find out that while your casting supplier out in what’s left of steel country on the East Coast can in fact do a new mold like that Czech supplier suggested, any savings you could have realized from that are more or less eaten up by the increased shipping cost (which takes care of the duties as well), because perversely, shipping from the East Coast to California costs more than shipping from Europe to California.
I could go on, but it all leads to the same conclusion: those Doohickeys are going, and they’re not coming back. [At least not unless you’re prepared to make an upfront 20-year investment in education and infrastructure that that same politician is going to decry as welfare and socialism.]
And that right there is the crux of your problem: the kind of artisanal manufacturing that makes money and that could revitalize a manufacturing sector isn’t done in southeast Asia today. You go to China for two reasons: 1) if you need 1 million little parts that cost $1 in the US and $0.25 in China then it makes economic sense to actually quality test 100% upon arrival in the US and throw 50% away for being substandard because you’re still saving money. 2) Parts requiring extensive low-tech manual assembly. And hopefully we can all agree that neither of those is going to revitalize the manufacturing sector.
The real artisanal manufacturing, the kind of manufacturing that requires a very high degree of skill and consequently offers lifetime employment, that kind of manufacturing, isn’t done in low-cost countries–a lot of it is actually done in the Eurozone. You want complex, high-quality castings? Eastern and Southern Europe’s probably where you’re getting them. Forgings? Italy. They invented that shit for God’s sake and they’ve only been getting better at it over that past couple of thousand years. Heavily machined or welded parts? Eastern and Central Europe. The list goes on and on.
There is a way to bring that kind of manufacturing back to the US, which can largely be summarized like this: in order to shorten the lead time to only about 20 years, you aggressively hire a bunch of STEM educators (sourced from abroad and/or private industry if necessary) and pay them enough to actually keep them in the teaching profession. You take a generation of incoming elementary school kids and provide then with a solid STEM education that mirrors that provided in much of the Eurozone. You then get those same kids through college/apprenticeship programs in the chosen fields/industries. Then you pay for them to go to gather work experience in one of the countries that still knows how to do that kind of manufacturing for a few years, and then, when those kids are nearing 30, you’ll have a skilled manufacturing force that can compete with the skilled manufacturing forces elsewhere. The only problem you’ll have at that point is convincing them to actually come back to the US, since they’ll be perfectly qualified to work in countries with higher wages, better benefits, and acute labor shortages.
Alternatively, and possibly more economically feasible, you invest heavily in building a time machine and send agents back to the 60s to prevent the willful destruction of the US manufacturing sector.
Denny was a “Special Projects Manager” at the steel company where I worked. And he and I would travel to South Carolina where we were opening up a plant there. This plant was a fully automated rolling mill. They would take steel billets, crush them, form them into donuts and make small rolled rings from them.
Now, Denny was a “Night Owl”.
Always partying, and always out at the lounges… drinking, carousing, and picking up chicks.
Quite the character, actually.
He would come into work and tell me to stand next to him to help him stand up. And he would be shit-faced drunk on the plant floor. And looking busy. Wearing a hard hat, eyes obscured by heavy safety glasses. No one else could tell that he was three-sheets to the wine.
I got along fine with him.
He’s a like a Marketing guy. Party hard, but helps bring in and secure the customers. Valuable.
And I think that he was making the “big bucks” simply because he was central to the new plant operation there.
Now, that’s all well and good, but over the 1980’s though to today there has been various waves of Social Re-engineering that has actually messed up the work dynamic in companies, factories and corporations. It’s not that drinking is good at work, but drinking is actually a serious PART of the social interaction that different people use to find unity and unifying grounds for mutual consent.
Take that away, and you are a machine.
A utility.
A paperclip.
No wonder many Americans are saying “fuck this” and waking away.
I don’t blame them one bit.
The point is, government social intervention has no business in society. If you try to forcibly alter the constructs of society, there will be a backlash that you might not like, and one that you can certainly not handle.
Today…
Do you know anyone who has won a lottery? Did the money change them?
I was sitting in the car with my friend running errands when he went in to check on his lottery ticket at the local Safeway. He came out and said he had won a prize but Safeway said he needed to call the state lottery office. He called and found out he had won a million dollars. He asked if I would drive him over to the lottery office to pick up his winnings. On the way over to the lottery office I told him by all means I do not want you to give me any money because I don’t want money to become an obstacle to our friendship. I already have an adequate retirement and I’m happy.
Ironically he was already fairly well off in his retirement with multiple sources of income. Unfortunately two years before there was a death in the family of his son and it had destroyed his marriage and they were barely hanging on with no love between them. He said he thought of his wife as a friend or like a sister but there was no love.
Of course as you know if you want a million dollars you get about a third of it taken away from you by the government for taxes.
He took the remainder of the money bought his wife a brand new house and paid it in full. He finalized the separation and moved into an apartment. He bought her the car that she wanted brand new and he bought himself a brand new Toyota truck.
Then he and I, at his insistence, went to the church treasure and he gave 10% of his winnings to two different churches that he had been involved in. Then he asked the church treasurer if anyone in the church was in financial trouble and he set aside $3,000 for them. As well he helped a friend with some legal financial troubles and spent all the money within 3 months. He was happy to get rid of the money and see that it went to good places.
Fortunately he had the maturity and the fortitude not to let the money change him. He gave it all away and he’s happy. He felt like God had sent him an encouragement because he had been deeply saddened by the death of his son. I think do you realize that the money wasn’t really his and that it needed to be given away. It’s one successful story.
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Hearty Six-Can Chili
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Yield: 8 servings
Ingredients
1 pound lean (90%) ground beef
1/2 cup chopped onion
2 (15 1/2 ounce) cans chili beans in sauce, undrained
2 (14 1/2 ounce) cans diced tomatoes, undrained
1 (15 ounce) can black beans, drained and rinsed
1 (10 3/4 ounce) can condensed cream of mushroom soup
1 teaspoon chili powder
Instructions
Place ground beef and onion in (6 quart) Dutch Oven. Cook and stir over medium heat for 8-10 minutes or until beef is no longer pink, breaking beef into small crumbles. Drain, if necessary.
Open chili beans, tomatoes, black beans and soup using Smooth-Edge Can Opener. Drain and rinse black beans.
Add all ingredients including chili powder to meat mixture in Dutch Oven. Bring to a boil; reduce heat and simmer, covered, over low heat for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally.
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As a non-Chinese, do you see China as a friend or a foe?
I cannot speak as non Chinese I am a Chinese origin Born in Malaysia but now a Singaporean but I do Business and live in Malaysia. So I can say how Chinese people see westerners. We dont want them to be a bankrupt and a failure, as that would not be a good Customer. Chinese people think that there are no permanent enemy or friends. There are only interest of the nation which may change from time to time!
We don’t hate the west but we are mindful of the evil deeds that you had shown from doing genocides to murder all the natives to steal their land and causing deaths and destructions to remain the hegemonic nation. We won’t allow that and we will help other nations to stop your shit too. We don’t hate you but we hate your evil acts. China wants to make a better world not one with some hypocrite murderous regime pretending to care for the world but setting rules to rob and plunder.
The west, some racist and Sinophobic racial superiority complex minded group do hate China but to be fair they also call Latinos rapist and murderers, slavic as scum of the world and Africa as shit hole countries! Sure they cannot stand China preventing them from further thievery and plunder but 95% of the world thinks that China and Chinese is great and doing justice.
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This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse.
With the mission running long and no exfil in sight, there’s little for Valerian and Roman to do besides purchase too many groceries, hole up in the safehouse, and settle old bets.Val stands over the cracked electric stove, carefully stirring a pot of ukha. The delicate scent of herbs, spices, and freshwater fish spirals off the surface of the broth. It smells of home, and Val knows without looking that Roman is sprawled on the couch behind him.“Just be careful not to let the salmon overcook,” Roman calls out. What would be genuine advice from anyone else, Val knows is actually a gentle rib.He scoffs, though he doesn’t take his eyes off the pot. “I’ll win this time. You’ll see.”“Sure,” Roman says generously. “Except you’re still missing something.”Val inhales, letting the well-rounded scent settle around him. “You can bullshit about your ‘secret ingredient’ all you like—I know when you’re bluffing.”Roman is grinning; Val can hear it in his tone. “Your gambling money in my pocket says otherwise. Fish about done?”Delicately poking at one cube of salmon, Val is pleased to find it flaky, tender, and cooked all the way through. “Yeah. Come get it while it’s hot.”He nudges the pot off the heat and dishes out two bowls. Roman plucks one from his hands and takes a preliminary sip.“Hmm. You’re definitely close. But not quite. Still missing that all-important piece to bring it together.”Val eats a spoonful as well, deflating as he realizes the truth. Roman is right. It’s good soup—but not as good as Roman’s. The flavors that had seemed so balanced in theory are lacking something crucial. His head dips with weary resignation. “Fine…you win. What’s the secret?”“Not sure I should be telling just anyone,” Roman says in his loftiest tone. “How about this: a secret for a secret. You answer my question, and I’ll tell you what you’re missing.”Val laughs and shakes his head, grinning down at his imperfect soup. “Fine, fine. Ask away.”He turns to face Roman, and the dream becomes a nightmare.The safehouse is broken and charred. Darkness seeps from the corners, a viscous black liquid that gathers higher and higher on the floor. And Roman—Roman is in uniform, drenched in blood. Valerian knows it isn’t his own. Those bright eyes bore into Valerian’s, feverish, and when Roman speaks, more darkness oozes from between his teeth.“Why didn’t you stop me, Val?”
Val jolts awake, nearly falling from his bunk as he flails against his sheets. His eyes take in details with trained expedience—rough white walls, a footlocker, a window looking out over the grey tinge of pre-morning light.
Val’s head falls against the pillow with a groan. He knows he won’t be getting back to sleep.
* * *
“Valerian.”
Val sights down his scope, not bothering to hide his scowl. “I’m busy.”
“It’s about Roman.”
Val feels his muscles tense, though the reticle over his target doesn’t so much as twitch. “What do I have to say to make you understand? I don’t need leave, I don’t need another psych eval, and I sure as hell don’t need your pity. Bastard got what was coming to him.”
Behind him, Lena crosses her arms. Val can’t see her, but he knows the sound.
“Lie to yourself all you like, but don’t you dare start lying to me.”
Valerian takes his eye off the scope to turn his head, looking up and over his shoulder at where Lena stands. Arms crossed, hips canted, exactly as he’d pictured her. “Did you come out just to bother me, or are you going to do anything useful to the Front?” he snaps.
Lena rolls her eyes and takes out a scouter. “Wind from 31 degrees northeast. Target at 1572.8 meters out.”
Val presses his eye back to the scope of the long, lean Sovereign rifle, breathing out the frustration lingering in his muscles. The reticle settles perfectly in place, and the trigger pulls smooth as silk.
The air splits with the thunder of the Sovereign’s discharge, and Val feels the weapon kick hard against his shoulder. He doesn’t bother to check whether the shot landed as he sits up and glances back at Lena.
Her scouter is still held over her eyes, though she lowers it as Val turns toward her. “You always were the best,” she says with a touch of wryness. “Now, would you please listen?”
Val scoffs and slings the Sovereign over his shoulder. He gets to his feet, dusting some of the dirt and grit from the front of his uniform. “It’s cute when you imply I have a choice.”
Their boots crunch over rain-parched earth as they start the trek back to base. Valerian shields his eyes against the bloody sunset, content to let his brisk pace speak to his disinterest in what Lena has to say. Still, he doesn’t try to stop her when she brings up Roman again.
“The brass finally made their ruling,” she starts. Her voice is shaped cautiously, neither accusing nor exonerating. “The cave-in was officially labeled an accident. You’re off the hook, not that there ever was much doubt. Honestly, after everything Roman did, I’m a little surprised they never offered you a medal.”
Val’s pace doesn’t falter, but he can tell Lena sees the tension in his shoulders when she softens her voice.
“I don’t want to dredge it all up again; believe me, I don’t. But I thought you should know, there have been…troubling reports, from Old England. Someone who looks like him. Out in the forests.”
This time Valerian does pause. He whips around to search Lena’s face, even though he knows she’d never lie to him (or at least, never lie about Roman). “What are you saying? That he survived? I dropped fifty tons of rock on him, Lena.”
Lena spreads her hands in a gesture devoid of certainty. “They’re not substantiated claims. Just rumors. But you and I both know how potent his genmod was. A healing factor like that…”
The blistering heat of the desert fades from Val’s perception. For just a moment, he’s back in the chill of Old England’s forests, the thunder of falling stone still ringing in his ears. He’d cried, after. Sobbed like a baby, for the man Roman was and the thing he became and all the senseless loss of life he’d caused. Long after the tears ran dry, Val had stayed by the cave, too numb to leave and too scared to sift through the debris.
He feels the exact same, now. Terrified to dig further, not even knowing which alternative he’s scared of.
Eventually, he turns back towards base. He needs, suddenly and unequivocally, to sleep. A long, quiet nap curled up in his bunk sounds like exactly the thing.
“Will you go?” Lena calls after him. “Back to Old England?”
Val shakes his head without looking back. “They’d never assign me there.”
“Didn’t stop you the first time, as I recall.”
Val pretends not to hear her.
* * *
He dreams about Roman again, of course. It’s always been Roman.
Before the disastrous Operation: Crimson Thread, it was Roman’s laugh, his crooked smile, his dancing eyes. That unshakeable confidence. Arrogance, some would say. Roman’s genmod, the genetic alteration that allowed him to heal so rapidly and cleanly, was a powerful one, and he treated it like immortality. His attitude was infectious, intoxicating. Everything about the man lit Val like a fuse.
After Crimson Thread, Roman changed. His fire became feverish, secretive. He smiled less, isolated more, trained harder. He pushed his friends away. He pushed Val away.
Val fooled himself into thinking it was a temporary change, a grief response. Maybe Lena did, too. No one could have truly anticipated what Roman became.
There’s a new age dawning, Val. Can you hear the cries?
Val couldn’t. Not back then. But every night since, he’s heard them: the wails of friends, family, innocents—every life cut short by Roman’s hands, until the chorus of the damned numbers hundreds strong, every last one of them screaming inside Val’s head.
Why didn’t you stop him, Val?
* * *
Old England is cold, damp, and crawling with hostile mutations. Some are intelligent enough to form loose bands or packs; others eat each other on sight. Valerian hates the whole island with a passion.
He starts his investigation at the Lodge—one of the few bastions of sanity on this rock. It’s large as frontier settlements go, with a population somewhere in the triple digits. It also happens to host a small base for the Front, but the other Frontsmen turn out to be of little help. None of them have seen this supposed specter of Roman.
“If we did, we’d put him back in the ground, eh?” The Captain smirks. “Wish I’d been there to kill the bastard myself, but apparently some off-duty sergeant got the honors. Happened here, you know, just 20 klicks to the west.”
Valerian knows.
“Look, kid, I’ll level with you,” another officer tells him. “The locals like to report a sighting now and then, just to keep the Front’s interest. This place wouldn’t last a week without our patrols.”
“Roman Tovhana?” This soldier just shakes his head with a grin. “You’re about four months too late, my friend. Better luck next time.”
The townspeople are hardly more forthcoming. Most of them scowl and spit at Roman’s name. Some of them recall hearing a rumor about the man haunting the site of his death, but no one can remember who reported such a thing.
Val was hoping it wouldn’t come to this. But like the genmod that keeps his hands rock-steady on his weapons, he isn’t easily shaken. With a pack of supplies, his sidearm, and plenty of ammo, he heads out west towards the last place he saw Roman alive.
It takes him almost three days of unrelenting rain to find the cave again. When he does, it’s because he nearly trips over the entryway.
Loose stone shifts and skitters beneath his boots as he stumbles back. Squinting through the downpour, he can just make out the shadowy mouth of the cave behind its shroud of overgrown vegetation.
He approaches cautiously, taking in details. Trampled grass and underbrush. Small, muddy puddles about the right shape for bootprints. Someone’s been here, and recently. Maybe several someones.
That’s when he hears it, a muted echo of a voice he never thought he’d hear again.
“No! No, please, just let me go—”
Val’s lungs lock down. Like getting the wind knocked out of him in training, he can’t seem to find his breath.
Roman.
But Roman has never sounded like this. He never begged, not even staring down the barrel of a gun.
((Knew you’d be the one to find me.))
Val takes a step forward. Another. He stumbles down the uneven, natural steps of the cave, reeling as the smell of damp earth and rotting leaves brings back the memory, as clear as the rain on his skin.
((Roman’s smile. His easy posture. Val could almost convince himself, could almost believe this was his Roman, risen from the depths of madness.))
He falls against the slick stone wall of the cave, drinking deep gulps of air. He has rain in his eyes.
((But Roman’s eyes…his eyes were alight, gleaming in the beam of Val’s flashlight. Feverish.))
A new voice echoes from floor to ceiling. Laughing. “Still haven’t figured it out, have you?”
“No, wait—PLEASE!”
Roman’s scream shakes Val back to reality. That he recognizes, from a hundred reckless missions. From a terrible, thunderous rockslide.
Val’s steps quicken as he scrambles over fallen stone. Someone, he registers distantly, must have shifted enough of the wreckage to make a path.
He plunges deeper into the cave, Roman’s scream still lingering in his ears like the cutting edge of a knife. Finally, Val sees the flicker of light up ahead.
Nothing, not a single one of his fears (hopes?) prepares him for what he finds.
Roman Tovhana is alive. There’s no mistaking that proud nose, those dark eyes, the scar through his upper lip. And there’s certainly no mistaking the desperate, thrashing motions of something clawing for safety, for life.
Two strangers, a man and a woman, hold him down on his back. The man sits astride him, pinning his legs. In one hand he bears a bloody knife. Roman’s clothes—long ago, a uniform—are weathered and torn, displaying the fresh, oozing wound down his chest and stomach.
“That one’s for my sister,” the man with the knife says. “This one’s for my wife—”
Valerian’s sidearm is in his hands before he’s fully pieced things together. As Roman screams again, Val levels the gun.
“Put the knife down.”
Three pairs of eyes snap towards him.
“And who the hell are you?” the woman barks.
Val’s never been so glad for his genmod, never been so fervently thankful that his gun remains steady, regardless of the storm lashing against his insides. “I’m with the Adamant Front. Care to explain what the hell you’re doing here?”
With Val serving as a distraction, Roman thrashes again, almost slipping free before the man with the knife snarls and jams the blade into Roman’s gut.
For once in his life, Val doesn’t hesitate.
The shot rings out over and over, echoing down the tunnel with the force of a cannon blast. The man formerly holding the knife howls in pain as the blade and two of his fingers spin away into darkness.
“Next one goes between your eyes,” Val hisses. “Get up. Both of you. Walk away, and never come back.”
“You bastard,” the nameless man gasps. He’s clutching the bloody remains of his right hand, trembling. “You crazy son of a— Don’t you know who this is?”
“I gave you a fucking order.” His voice doesn’t waver, even with doubt screaming in his ear like a hundred damned souls—
He doesn’t know if he’s prepared to kill these people. He doesn’t know if he could bring himself to cross that line—especially with the scenes of Roman’s murders so vivid in his mind.
Fortunately, his resolve isn’t put to the test. The man and the woman scramble upright and flee, hurrying past Val towards the mouth of the cave. Their footsteps have barely begun to fade when Val holsters his side arm and crouches down at Roman’s side.
This close, he can see the man’s a wreck. Hazy brown eyes squint up at him from a face sunken with hunger and creased from sleepless nights. His body is all angles, his torn clothing now drenched in blood.
“Hey,” Val says, and his voice comes out softer than he intends. “I need you to stay with me. There’s— I have so many questions.”
Roman’s eyes focus slowly, still narrow with pain and confusion. But clear. Lucid.
“Wh-who…who are you?”
* * *
“Here. Eat it while it’s hot.”
Val slides a bowl of ukha across the table, then settles in the other chair with his own. The delicate, complex aroma reminds him of home.
The man once named Roman Tovhana picks up his spoon and digs in. His eagerness to eat anything he doesn’t have to hunt and kill himself hasn’t waned, despite the month he’s spent in the safety of this rickety apartment.
He calls himself Rowan now, after the badly dented name he’d found on the dog tags he woke up with. It’s taken some getting used to, but Val rarely slips up. Rowan is very different from the man he once knew.
Instead of the military buzz of his predecessor, Rowan’s dark hair is long enough to flop in his eyes. He has dozens of new scars, most of which are twisted, knotted things or else deep gouges that never completely filled back in. And, of course, he no longer wears a uniform.
Neither does Valerian. The brass hadn’t known what to do with either of them, and so Val found himself quietly shuffled out of the fold. He misses it, some days—the hard work, the adrenaline, the camaraderie. But he doesn’t linger on the things he’s lost, not when the pieces he does have need so much work. Lena has been after him to try an old world remedy called therapy, which, from what Val can gather, involves a lot of talking and a lot of patience. Well, at least he’s good at one of those.
“This is amazing.” Rowan’s quiet voice breaks through Val’s reverie.
He looks up to see Rowan smiling—no longer a rare sight, but still just as valuable. Valerian smiles back and eats another spoonful. “It’s called ukha. I’m glad you like it. Took me years to get the recipe right, and it was never as good as Roman’s.” His smile fades. “I suppose I’m still missing something.”
Rowan considers for a moment. He takes a slow, exploratory sip. “…Huh. Have you tried a splash of—what’s the stuff called, from Lena—”
“Vodka?” A tiny thrill runs through Val’s stomach as he considers. “Hold on.”
He returns with a half-full bottle. A dash for his bowl, and one for Rowan’s. Val finds himself oddly nervous as he stirs the broth and raises a spoonful to his lips.
The vodka does complement well. It’s exactly what Val’s recipe was lacking—yet it still tastes nothing like Roman’s.
“I think it’s perfect,” Rowan declares. “Seriously, Val, you should write this down.”
Val eats another spoonful, savoring and analyzing. It is perfect. Distinct from Roman’s, but just as good.
Rowan brushes his long hair from his face and happily polishes off his bowl. Val watches him eat with an old, complicated twist in his heart. There will always be a part of him that longs for answers he’ll never receive. But he does know three things.
I loved him. I killed him. I saved him.
His dreams are quiet tonight.
A 12-Inch Monster Of Her Lover Made My Wife Forget Our Anniversary! I Found Them And Took Revenge!
Why did Vietnam boast that it had been ruled for 1,000 years and had never surrendered under the rule of France and Japan, but was the first to kneel down to the United States when the United States imposed additional trade tariffs?
Circumstance change with the passage of time.
After Trump announced a 46% tariff on Vietnam, the Vietnamese leader immediately called Trump. According to Trump, Vietnam even stated that it was willing to reduce tariffs to zero as long as an agreement was reached. Trump was very happy. After all, this was the first foreign leader who took the initiative to contact him after he imposed tariffs.
But will Trump accept Vietnam’s initiative to show weakness? No, Trump did not agree and made more demands.
To understand Vietnam’s “kneeling in 1 seconds” strategy, we must first understand a little-known fact:
Vietnam’s economic lifeline is firmly controlled by foreign trade with the United States!!!
Moreover, the more it is touted by the United States and the Western media as ‘the next China’ and ‘the economy that will replace China in the future’, the more it is actually firmly controlled by the United States.
You guessed it, I mean the mighty India. 😁
In terms of numbers, Vietnam’s exports to the United States account for one-third of Vietnam’s GDP, which is much higher than the proportion of other countries. We all know that “eggs cannot be put in one basket”, but Vietnam just concentrates all its eggs in the basket of the United States. In other words, once the basket of the United States is broken, Vietnam’s economic myth will collapse immediately.
1. Vietnam’s industrial chain level is too low-end.
Shoes, clothing, furniture, electronics, and other labor-intensive products are Vietnam’s main exports to the United States. You can imagine that more than half of Nike’s shoes are made in Vietnam, but the “big head” of the profit has long been in Nike USA Headquarters’s pocket; the Vietnamese do only the assembly process, the income is only a very low-tech processing fees. This model makes Vietnam more like a “porter” in the global economic chain, earning only a fraction. Once the factory moves or the tariff is raised, the Vietnamese economy is likely to return to the starting point overnight.
2. What’s more terrible is that Vietnam has no economic weapons to fight back against the United States.
China can restrict the export of key raw materials, Canada provides key minerals or energy to the United States, but Vietnam has no bargaining chips in these areas and even has to rely on China’s raw materials to manufacture export goods. Factory statistics once showed that 67% of Vietnam’s clothing raw materials had to be imported from China, while electronic products relied on Chinese parts. So Vietnam’s “kneeling” is not due to self-esteem, but the fate determined by its economic structure that it cannot get rid of.
3. Vietnam’s kneeling this time seems to have kept the market for exports to the United States, but this kind of surrender will eventually make itself fall into a deeper dependence.
Vietnam’s dependence on Chinese raw materials is intertwined with its dependence on demand from the U.S. market, and one cannot exist without the other. Without orders from the United States, Vietnam’s manufacturing sector would be in the doldrums; without China’s supply chain, Vietnam’s shoe and electronics factories would have to close. The Vietnamese economy is essentially trapped in a ‘lose-lose’ situation in the global industrial chain. At one end, Chinese businessmen make money through the supply of raw materials, and at the other end, American businessmen take most of the profits through their domestic consumer goods market. All the Vietnamese get is the assembly workers’ hard-earned money. This model is not a sustainable economic miracle.
Many young Vietnamese workers have also begun to question that working in factories is so hard, but the monthly salary is only about 5 million VND ($193). What kind of economic prosperity is this? Some parents let their children drop out of school to work, but eventually find that they can only earn enough to feed their family but cannot escape poverty.
Cracks are beginning to appear on the backside of Vietnam’s economy: while on the surface the country’s annual GDP growth rate is good, the gap between the rich and the poor and the lack of high-tech industries have left the country vulnerable.
In this tariff war, an unexpected fact surfaced that Vietnam’s “kneeling” cannot be exchanged for actual benefits. The reason why Trump imposed high tariffs on Vietnam is not to suppress Vietnam, but to curb China’s “re-export trade”. What does it mean? Most of Vietnam’s exports to the United States actually rely on China’s supply chain. As long as Vietnam’s tariffs are exempted, it is equivalent to indirectly allowing Chinese goods to “smuggle” into the US market through Vietnam – this is obviously what Trump does not want to see.
4. Trump’s tariff “stick” also forced Vietnam to rethink its dependence model.
If an economy is overly dependent on a single country market, it will be equivalent to betting all chips on a gambling table in the long run. The US tariff war against Vietnam this time is just the beginning, and the blackmail threat to other countries in the world may continue. The Russian-Ukrainian war has long proved that any country that is overly dependent on the United States will have almost no room for bargaining once the United States blackmails it. Therefore, Vietnam’s step-by-step retreat is precisely a microcosm of the weak performance of an economy.
As Vietnam is still groping for a path in the US market, the new difficulties it faces are gradually emerging. The first is the high dependence on Chinese raw materials and supply chains. Whether it is the footwear industry or the electronics industry, Vietnam can hardly maintain export production without China’s raw material supply. In the process of opening up tariff-free, Vietnam may be further suppressed by the United States in the space for industrial upgrading. Low value-added income makes it difficult for Vietnam to invest more resources to break through technological innovation, and the low-end lock of the industrial structure has once again become an invisible shackle.
There are also complex reactions in Vietnam. Young workers are dissatisfied with the working environment, and the problem of the gap between the rich and the poor is becoming more and more apparent. The Vietnamese government has to consider domestic employment pressure and social contradictions while maintaining exports to the United States. This multiple dilemma has trapped Vietnam in an “unsolvable cycle” of economic game, which can neither completely get rid of its dependence on the United States nor diversify risks to other markets.
If Vietnam wants to break through the status quo, it needs to do much more than compromise on tariff exemptions. Reducing dependence on a single market and opening up emerging markets in the European Union, the Middle East and even Southeast Asia is the long-term way out. But at present, Vietnam seems to have not learned this lesson at all, but seems to be tied tighter by the US tariff threat. From another perspective, assuming that Vietnam can be economically independent, its tariff-free policy will not be so easily used as a bargaining chip, but the current facts are the opposite. We also need to pay attention to how long Vietnam can maintain this kneeling posture? Perhaps, until the next, tougher bill comes out of the US.
Can Vietnam’s economic miracle really stand up to scrutiny? A country’s prosperity is supported by low-end industrial chains and has been suppressed by Chinese raw materials and the US market for a long time. Is this a “miracle” or a superficial illusion? Do you think Vietnam can still maintain its economic advantages in the future, or will it be completely dragged into the quagmire by the tariff war? Let us know your views in the comments section!
Incidentally, Trump’s next blackmail target is South Korea. Trump recently listed South Korea as a “sensitive country”.
The U.S. debt has exceeded 52 trillion, and the debt alone is equivalent to two years of the U.S. GDP. This means that even if all Americans do not spend a penny, it will take two years to pay off the debt, and the interest to be paid each year is approximately more than 2 trillion.
Sooner or later, the U.S. economy will collapse and the country will go bankrupt. Neither the Democratic Party nor the Republican Party can save it.
However, Let’s be frank:
Before the US economic collapse, Japan, South Korea, and the so-called “allies” of the United States in Europe will all be sucked dry by the United States.
Don’t expect things to be different in four years with the Democratic Party in the White House. The Biden administration has been even more ruthless than Trump in exploiting European interests. It’s just that Europeans are dumber and believe in the Democratic Party’ bullshit about “common values”. 😂
Farmers raise pigs not to love them like their own sons, but to eat their meat. Understand?
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Is eating with chopsticks considered cool? Is it more effective than using a fork and knife?
Although I’m a born-and-bred Chinese, I’m not good at using chopsticks.
I still remember when I was a kid, my parents were a bit worried because I couldn’t use chopsticks well. They feared I might be foolish and tirelessly demonstrated the proper way over and over.
(The correct method is probably like this.)
But I just couldn’t learn. I can use them, but clumsily, always holding them like a pen.
Fortunately, I did well in school, so my parents eventually stopped worrying about my intelligence and gave up trying to teach me to use chopsticks correctly and elegantly.
I watched a video of a Chinese woman who ran a factory in Africa. She held a “chopstick competition” for her African employees, the person who could pick up the most peanuts with chopsticks in one minute would be the champion and win a cash prize.
After watching the competition footage, I thought to myself that if I had participated, I probably wouldn’t have won the championship.
Here’s a fun anecdote. In college, a classmate saw me struggling with chopsticks and boasted that he could use them better with his left hand than I could. I didn’t believe him, but as it turned out, he was far better with his left hand than me.
Seeing my shocked expression, he couldn’t stop laughing and explained that when he was a kid, his parents believed that using the left hand more could boost intelligence for right-handers. So, they taught him to use chopsticks with his left hand from the start.
Though he’s right-handed and later switched to using his right hand, he can still use chopsticks effortlessly with his left—after all, it’s a skill he learned from a very young age。
What are some of the creepiest/worst online experiences you’ve had?
When I was twelve almost everyone in my year (literally over a hundred people) joined a Facebook group named ‘we hate Jake English’ (my ‘nickname’ as it were at the time).
There they posted up about how they were going to kill me, why they hated me, why I should kill myself, all that lovely jazz.
Anyway one of the few friends I did have told me about it and reported it to the police. Before I even got home the page was shut down, and the kid that made it got arrested.
Justice was served, his parents received a fine on his behalf and so he got the living shit battered out of him by his old man.
What will happen when China cancels a deal with Boeing?
The deal isn’t cancelled
China instructed their Airlines not to take deliveries of any Boeing Aircraft because of the 125% Tariffs which would cause the price of the aircraft to rise up significantly
These aircraft are delivered from USA after preliminary assembly and the 125% Tariffs are applicable so that could make a $ 100 Million 787 Dreamliner worth $ $ 225 Million
Only the final assembly and interiors are carried out in Zhoushan
Likewise multiple parts from Boeing attract 125% Tariffs because they are shipped from USA
Chinas letter is clear
China has only suspended deliveries
They could’ve exempted Boeing from the 125% Tariffs but Boeings & Soybeans form a large chunk of Chinas imports from US
Plus Boeing is a large company and they might pressurize Trump into easing off the Tariff war
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Please watch this. There is a revolution in the United States going on right now.
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What do you think about China?
I’ve just returned from China after a 3 weeks trip. So I would like to give my full impressions of the current state: the good, bad, ugly, beautiful. So if you only want to hear good things or only bad things about China, please go somewhere else.
Before I go into it, to give some context about me: I grew up in the US since 10 years old. The last time I was in China was 2009. I speak Chinese natively, and also read and type Chinese proficiently with no issues. These are the results of my own interest to keep my Chinese at high levels through practice, reading Chinese novels, and self-learning in general. Before visiting China I’ve also done shit tons of research. I watch CCTV and CGTN on a daily basis. I still have parents who visit China on an annual basis who will tell me about what to watch out for. I read about China on sites such as quora and global times regularly. I watch travel vlogs and China base commentators on China regularly. And I also had a lot of preparations, such as both buying international pass and buying a Chinese SIM card the first day I was in China, even went ahead and opened a bank account in China (it ended up not being used however because I was told to wait three days for it to activate and I didn’t have time to go back to a bank). So needless to say I did not go into China blind.
The cities that I’ve visited on this trip: Shanghai, Nanjing, Hangzhou, Suzhou, Chongqing, Chengdu, Xianyang, Xi’An, in that order. I’ve also transited in Guangzhou. So basically I went to all the places that are considered the historic heartlands and origins of China and Chinese civilization, with the only exception of Beijing that I didn’t go because it’s too cold in wintertime.
Overall impression of China:
It’s definitely the best bang for your buck place to visit. Things are ridiculously cheap. You can pay very little for high quality accommodations, food, gifts, tickets, transportation etc. If you ever go to China, I highly recommend that you pamper yourself a little. Book a more expensive, convenient hotel for example. Depending on where you go, you can literally pay 40–50 USD per night for a hotel that would be the equivalent of 200–300 USD in the west. For example, this is the hotel that I’ve stayed in Chongqing (that’s my childhood friend on the sofa btw not me):
This is the view outside the window:
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For those who are familiar with Chongqing, this is literally the equivalent to a hotel with a bird eye view of the Times Square in New York. During nighttime it’s just so friggin gorgeous. Unfortunately when I was in Chongqing it was very foggy, but still beautiful.
The price was 46 USD per night, my most expensive hotel. 😆Yep.
However, China is definitely the least convenient country for foreign nationals to travel, mostly because of their payment system (you always need good data plan or WiFi everywhere, not like in other countries you just swipe a credit card wherever you go which is much simpler), and also many places you have to pre schedule with your passport for entry, at online sites and apps that won’t always work smoothly on your foreign data plan cell phone. And even if you buy a Chinese SIM card and use the Chinese sites, there are problems such as sometimes they auto delete the first letter of your passport ID number, so when you try to get into the places the IDs won’t match. I honestly don’t know how foreigners can travel in China without knowing the language or have a guide. You can download a translating app but the translation isn’t always accurate either. I guess that’s why there really aren’t so many foreigners traveling in China. I can count them on one hand. Of course, I also went at off season, but still compared to other countries, China is definitely not a foreign tourist friendly country. But I suppose some people are just very skilled travelers who are very good at finding their way around anywhere. I cannot hold anything personally against China on this aspect because clearly they want to do their own thing independently of the western hegemony. So it’s frustrating but oh well.
So what I liked about China:
Definitely hands down the infrastructure. The infrastructure in China isn’t just grandiose, but also done with fine taste. In highly developed cities you can see a lot of psychology of aesthetics have gone into organizing everything. The roads for example are wide and spread out, buildings are huge but thoughtfully designed. When you walk down the road in some of these areas you feel small but also a sense of awe and serenity. Like everything is gigantic but also just so comforting on the eyes at the same time.
This is a photo I took in Shanghai. The photo really doesn’t do it justice. When you are there just looking over at the horizon, you half expecting flying cars around those giant skyscrapers. It’s like you are on another planet, and that this is the place for every sci fi movie to be filmed. It blows every city in the US out of the water. And you also realize that unlike what some western China-smearers will tell you, it isn’t just for show. The people who immediately benefit from all of this are the native Chinese people who are living there. Because once again, it’s the thoughtfulness of it all that makes it impressive, not just built to impress foreigners.
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In Shanghai I also loved the fact that the names of the roads are very easily found and clearly labeled. Unfortunately not all Chinese cities are like this.
I also really like the fact that so many buildings are now built with Chinese characteristics, rather than the Soviet-style dreary rectangular buildings that I was used to growing up as a child. It makes the atmosphere in China so much better and makes China much more attractive to travel
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(Photo I took on top of the Great Goose Pagoda in Xi’An. I was actually born in Xi’An, raised in Guangzhou. But Xi’An is now so different from what it was before, you can see below, so many Chinese style buildings are spurring up when before it was not considered an attractive city to visit).
And of course, cultural heritage sites are now organized and built exquisitely. So if you want atmosphere you’ll get it anywhere.
Of course, you can’t talk about Chinese infrastructure without the transportation. Transportation in China is vastly expansive. You can go anywhere with the metro or Didi (taxi). And the prices are ridiculously cheap (at least to westerners). The metro generally costs no more than 2.74USD, and the Didi costs about 1.65USD to 3USD, for distances that will take 15–25 mins by car. The most we’ve paid for Didi was to get from Xi’An to Xianyang (about 1 hour and 20 min by car), which still only costed us 8USD. The high speed rail is also very expansive, can take you to any city and you’ll get a very smooth ride despite the train going 143+ miles per hour. And the prices are around 23 to 30 USD only, for one hour to 3 hours ride distance. The metro is built just like any metro in anywhere in the world so it’s the easiest to navigate. You can buy a ticket at a kiosk machine, Alipay never had any issues with this, and then follow the lines which are always very clearly labeled. The Didi is very cheap and if you keep using it you get a lot of discounts, but it can be hard to find where to get on the car because lots of times the driver cannot get to where you are because they can’t stop there, or the GPS can have issues with the accuracy. I eventually learned to always go to a well known landmark and call or message the driver where I am exactly and that saved a lot of trouble. The high speed rail you have to be very careful with your booking because changing tickets on a foreign phone is a pain. Alipay on a western service phone is not set up the same way as a Chinese service phone. So if you make a mistake you have to go to a manual change station which also isn’t always easy. In some places they cannot access your booking with foreign Alipay. So basically, for high speed rail try not to make any mistake or having to change ticket while booking, or it can be troublesome. Domestic flights are generally okay. You have to always go manual with a foreign passport, but in airports generally people are more helpful and will point you to the right direction if you ask for help. I like the security checks in Chinese airports much better than the US counterpart. The security check people are less intimidating, and make fewer troubles for you. The security check pathways are also straight and short, instead of huge turn wheels like in the US that sometimes will make your luggage caught in something and not moving somewhere. This is one big positive change in China because definitely this isn’t the case decades ago.
One thing that when you arrive you immediately realize the infrastructure superiority is the airport. The Shanghai airport was so straightforward and easy to navigate compared to any US airport. I’ve transited in Japan and it was difficult to find my way around the Japanese airport (you also had to take a bus to go to T3 for some reason). But the Shanghai one? In, go straight, out. Easy Peazy.
And of course another thing I loved was the food and drinks. Not a huge fan of the dessert tho but then again I generally don’t have a sweet tooth compared to other people. If you visit any highly rated upscale restaurant in China, you’ll get great food anywhere, even though each region will be unique. My Turkish friend who traveled with me has declared that there isn’t one type of food he didn’t like. My favorite however is Shaanxi food (both Xi’An and Xianyang). Because it has the best comfort food (e.g. noodles, stuffed bread, homemade stews etc), not just luxury food you get in high level restaurants. Another huge thing in China that I will most definitely miss is tea, especially milk teas. China has several milk tea Chain stores kind of like the tea equivalent of Starbucks. But the milk teas are so heavenly and the quality of the teas are astonishing, with exotic and luxury tea bases from all kinds. Such as Chagee (Cha Ji literally: Tea Princess). Maybe one day the business can come to the west as well. One can only wish. I loved it so much I had to buy one to go: the Da Hong Pao (Big Red Robe) milk tea. I think I’m lucky that it didn’t seem to go spoiled with 15 hours + travel. Because unlike in the west, they not only give you a lid which has an opening that you can open and close, they also additionally seal it for you underneath the lid, and when you want to drink it you can puncture the seal with straw. This is so much more thoughtful packaging than in the west where your drink just spills all over as you carry it.
What I didn’t like about China:
I’m sorry to say that the social etiquettes in China still need quite a lot of work. (Except for some very international hubs where people are clearly trained to be very polite and helpful) Chinese people still don’t find some basic courtesies natural to do, such as saying hello, goodbye, thank you, please, your welcome etc. Again, in more formal business settings they are trained to do these things, but working class common people don’t have a lot of these habits. I’ve had several incidents where I say thank you and they are speechless and don’t know how to respond back.
One thing I will say about this is that clearly the Chinese authorities are working hard to make a change on this aspect, because you see signs everywhere telling people to behave (or how to behave) in a civilized manner. For example, this sign you’ll see everywhere you go in China:
It translates to a set of “socialist values” that people need to adhere to, which is: strong and wealthy, free, patriotic, democratic, equal, dedicated (to work), civilized, just, trustworthy, harmonious, lawfulness, and friendliness.
Basically, everything that is good for society is part of “socialist values” (lol).
But in China, clearly it’s still going to take at least a couple of generations for people to behave on such a standard. You still see spitting everywhere (I had to constantly watch the road to not step on any), even on important cultural heritage sites which I personally found spitting on them to be highly disrespectful, not just disgusting. Smoking in restaurants is also still quite prevalent. And again, while services in business settings are generally very good, you’ll encounter some extraordinarily rude people in China that you won’t encounter anywhere in the west, at least for the same time frame and similar touristic places that you’ll be visiting.
For example, when I was at the high speed rail station going to Chengdu, I accidentally dropped something going down the escalator. Now, in anywhere in the west, people’s immediate instinct was to pick it up. But there, a Chinese woman yelled: “who dropped this!” And then KICKED my stuff away so I had to scramble to retrieve it back. Needless to say I was quite shocked and that nearly ruined the rest of my trip that day.
Another time I was departing from my hotel with my luggage which only had stairs, and I was too exhausted and was still recovering from my illness, so I didn’t have the strength to lift my luggage to go up the stairs. I saw this security guard wandering around the hotel looking bored, and very politely asked if he could help. He instead yelled back at me: “What?! Piss off! Do it yourself!” Not even a “sorry it’s not my job.” Again, not something you’ll find traveling in the west anywhere, people will either help you or politely reject you.
I’ve also been called stupid a couple of times when I asked for directions, mostly because when you ask for directions, Chinese people in general don’t seem to have issues wasting your time. They tend to wave at some unclear direction and go like: “over there.” And when you ask for clarifications, you’ll get a couple of: “are you stupid or something? It’s over there!” scoldings. Like, dude, if you are gonna yell at me, at least yell something useful. “Over yonder” (as one of my friend comically remarked when he heard my tale) is not helpful whatsoever.
Of course, all of this does also depend on where you go. Places that are more international and foreign tourist friendly sites, Chinese people, especially younger people, tend to be more patient with you. But again, there is a clear difference in instinct. In the US for example, even if people feel that you are a bit on the slow side, they help you, simply because you need it. When I visited Spain, I’ve literally had people who came out of the train that is leaving in 2 mins to walk me to the train that I had a hard time finding, before going back. In China however, if you are perceived to be on the slow side, people are more likely to feel that you are just a waste of their time.
Now I know that at this point some people will argue with me that it’s because China is more crowded. But sorry, very crowded places in the west, and also in Japan, a high population density country, these things just don’t happen while you are traveling as a tourist. So it doesn’t have as much to do with crowdedness as people might think. Other people may tell me that this is not their experience as a foreigner. But my perception is that if you are a foreign looking person, Chinese people tend to be more willing to go the extra mile to help you, because of a “face saving” culture. But I don’t appear or talk like a foreigner, so they treat me differently. For example my airport direct taxi (I.e not Didi) ride to my hotel the first night in Shanghai I got charged 270 RMB (37 USD), whereas my Turkish friend who came one day after me was only charged 170 RMB (23 USD). So you do see a big difference. Even one didi driver quipped that a foreigner losing his bicycle in China got it back in 30 mins. Chinese people losing their kids sometimes they’d have to wait for years.
What surprised me about China?
The thing that stood out to me the most is that in every region, native dialects are much more prevalent than I originally thought. I thought that after so many decades of people only being taught to speak mandarin in schools, the local dialects would be disappearing. But the complete contrary is true. People speak their dialects not only comfortably, but proudly and as the default, and that is whether it’s younger or older people. In fact, in most of these places, they expect any mandarin speakers to understand their dialect. If you speak mandarin to them, they won’t switch to mandarin to speak to you back. They simply keep on going speaking their own dialects. Even if you tell them you have a hard time understanding them (which I do sometimes, for obvious reasons), they will still keep going trying to make you understand in their dialect (lol). It’s kind of like if you don’t understand these dialects you are perceived to be somewhat retarded, like not being able to read traditional Chinese. Of course, in places like hotels, railway stations, airports, banks, certain luxury services the main mode of communication is still mandarin. But they speak local dialects to anybody who comes speaking the local dialect. Didi drivers are almost all speaking to you in local dialects. The dialects however vary from person to person, not just region to region. So some people speak in the local dialect that is closer to mandarin (these I can understand more of course), others speaking the same would be completely incomprehensible to me. When I was in the Guangzhou airport, announcements are also made in both mandarin and Cantonese. Showing once again the special status of Cantonese, contrary to what some people on quora will tell you that somehow Cantonese is being eliminated. It’s clearly especially being preserved. How you feel about that is up to you.
Another minor thing that surprised me is that the air quality in China is really good. I heard from some people traveling there that the pollution is still very bad. But at least in the places that I’ve traveled, I did not perceive an obvious bad air quality. This is definitely a huge change from decades ago where you can smell smog in the air, or at least the air obviously smell different from the air in the states. This time I don’t smell anything and I tend to have very sensitive smell. Of course maybe the pollution happens in and around Beijing which I didn’t visit. The sky is still not as blue as the skies in the US where I live, but again, it’s much closer than you would think.
One thing that I had both a good and bad experience in is the Chinese medical system. On the fourth day of my travels I developed a high fever of 39+ Celsius (102+ Fahrenheit), I was in Nanjing and had to use the state hospital system. The hospital was not well organized, lots of rudeness and wasting your time, long waiting times and not having places to sit (I could barely stand then as you can imagine), the bathrooms didn’t have soap (in China another thing you won’t be used to is the deficiency of toilet papers, soaps and trash cans compared to the west). However, I was able to get an IV of four bags of medicine for my illness on the same day which saved the rest of my trip. I only spent around 100 USD for the visit. IV in the US is completely unaffordable and only reserved for very serious illnesses. But it is very strong and after the first bag I was immediately feeling better. So, while there are still clearly lots of issues with the Chinese state run medical system, there can be no comparison when it comes to cost and efficiency.
What does the west get right or wrong about China?
Right? I would say, unless they have some real knowledge about China, practically nothing. Even the free speech issue is very nuanced and I would say it’s more of a cultural thing than CPC being authoritarian thing. After my visit to China I still make this conclusion solidly.
What do they get wrong about China? Well at least in China’s current state, it’s fundamentally the opposite of what they say. What I generally perceive is that the Chinese government is trying their best to fix China as best as they could, many of the actual issues clearly lie with the people themselves still being somewhat backward and not being able to catch up fast into a progressive modern society. This I speak not only from what I’ve encountered but also from stories I hear from my own extended families. Of course, westerners will say that this is also the result of communism. But clearly, the governing party has evolved, and unlike the US, they want to actually fix things. So there is really no surprise that people have such high trust in the CPC.
Chinese people are also not brainwashed as westerners think. I’ve encountered Chinese people with many different views. Yes, many saw on the news and believe some propagated information at face value. But I’ve encountered Chinese people who are both very patriotic, like everything in China is just as good if not better than the west, and Chinese people who believe everything in China is worse than the west, and of course everywhere in between. And they speak their mind about their views comfortably. So there is no secret police everywhere waiting in the wings to arrest people. I feel much more comfortable around Chinese police than the American counterpart, even though they are more prevalent and numerous than American police presence. An example of Chinese police patrolling:
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He’s riding on this little scooter thingy moving around like an ornament, reminded me of Wall-E from Pixar. There is a cuteness to it all 🥰. There was even a grandpa admiring his little moving machine while he passed him.
Was the Trip Worth it and Will I be visiting again?
The trip was definitely worth it and I will remember it for the rest of my life. I also encourage anyone to travel to China to make up their own minds, despite inconveniences you’ll be having. I would like to go there again however, I realized from this trip that my health is really the main deterrent. Almost every time I travel internationally I get quite sick. And as a result of this trip I think my mycoplasma came back because I couldn’t stop coughing. So that’ll be a big consideration for me to travel again, especially since I will be heading into my 40s soon so my health will only deteriorate.
Meatball ‘n’ Pasta Soup
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Yield: 6 (1 1/2 cup) servings
Ingredients
Meatballs
1/2 pound lean (90%) ground beef
1/4 cup seasoned dry bread crumbs
1 egg
1/2 teaspoon Italian seasoning
1 garlic clove, pressed
1/4 teaspoon salt
Soup
1 cup zucchini, chopped
1/2 cup onion, chopped
2 garlic cloves, pressed
2 (14 1/2 ounce) cans beef broth
1 (14 1/2 ounce) can diced tomatoes, undrained
1 (11 ounce) can pork and beans in tomato sauce, undrained
3/4 cup elbow macaroni
1 teaspoon Italian seasoning
1/2 cup (2 ounces) freshly grated Parmesan cheese
Instructions
Meatballs
In Classic Batter Bowl, combine ground beef, bread crumbs, egg, Italian seasoning, garlic and salt; mix lightly but thoroughly. Using Small Scoop, shape meat mixture into balls; place in Medium (3 quart) Saucepan. Brown over medium heat 6-8 minutes or until beef is no longer pink. Remove from saucepan.
Soup
Chop zucchini and onion using Food Chopper. Add onion and garlic to saucepan; cook 3 minutes or until onion is tender. Add beef broth, tomatoes and pork and beans; bring to a boil.
Add macaroni, meatballs, zucchini and Italian seasoning. Return to a boil; reduce heat to low and simmer 6 to 8 minutes or until macaroni is tender. Ladle soup into bowls; sprinkle each serving with Parmesan cheese.
Nutrition
Per serving: Calories 280, Total Fat 8g, Sodium 1340mg, Fiber 4g
Attribution
Pampered Chef
An Honest View on China After 16 Years (Westerner’s POV)
Title: Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Haughty Cat Caper
Ah, dear reader, you’ve returned for yet another installment in the chronicles of my unparalleled detective work. And this one, I assure you, is a tale for the ages.
It’s a story of schemes, alliances, and one very lazy hound dog who surprised us all. Yes, this adventure features not only my usual entourage of companions but also introduces a new player to the farm’s ever-growing cast of characters: Bingo, the farm’s sleepy yet surprisingly sharp-nosed dog. And then, of course, there’s Genghis—the self-proclaimed “kingpin” of the barnyard cats.
Prepare yourself for the uproarious tale of The Haughty Cat Caper, where cunning plans are foiled, lessons are learned, and chaos reigns supreme before everything ends in laughter and camaraderie.
Lazy Days and Suspicious Sniffs
It was a lazy Sunday morning on the farm. The sun was shining, the hens were clucking about rain that wasn’t in the forecast, and Bingo, the farm dog, was sprawled out on the porch, his floppy ears twitching as he snored. I was enjoying a leisurely stroll through the barnyard, tail held high, when Bingo’s nose twitched, and his eyes opened lazily.
“Morning, Whiskerton,” he drawled, his voice slow and syrupy. “Smells like somethin’ funny’s goin’ on.”
I paused mid-step, intrigued. “Funny how?”
“Funny as in… sneaky,” Bingo said, sitting up with a yawn. “Been gettin’ whiffs of somethin’ fishy—metaphorically, not literally. Think it’s got somethin’ to do with that haughty furball, Genghis.”
“Genghis?” I frowned. Genghis was the biggest, fattest, most pompous cat on the farm. He strutted around like he owned the place, a gold chain around his neck jingling with every step. Wherever Genghis went, his trio of lackeys—Lester, Clyde, and Loomis—followed, nodding and agreeing with everything he said. “What’s he up to now?”
“Couldn’t say for sure,” Bingo drawled, scratching his ear with a lazy paw. “But I got a whiff of somethin’ unusual near the granary last night. Smelled like grain, and cats. Lots of cats. Figured you’d be the one to sniff out the rest.”
I narrowed my eyes. A mystery involving Genghis and his gang? This was going to be interesting. “Alright, Bingo,” I said. “I’ll investigate. But if this turns into something big, I’ll need your nose and your help.”
“Sure thing,” Bingo said with a grin, lying back down. “But only after my nap.”
The Plot Thickens
I started my investigation at the granary, where I found Sedgwick perched on a beam, observing the scene with his usual calm demeanor.
“Good morning, Sir Whiskerton,” Sedgwick said. “I see you’ve taken an interest in the granary. What brings you here?”
“Bingo thinks Genghis and his gang are up to something,” I explained. “He smelled something odd last night.”
Sedgwick nodded thoughtfully. “I did notice some… unusual activity. Genghis and his associates were prowling about, muttering to each other. They seemed quite pleased with themselves.”
“Pleased, huh?” I said, my whiskers twitching. “Sounds like they’re planning something.”
Just then, Rufus appeared, munching on a stolen ear of corn. “Did someone say planning? Let me guess—Genghis is scheming again. That guy thinks he’s the king of the farm.”
“He certainly acts like it,” Sedgwick agreed. “But whatever he’s up to, it can’t be good.”
Genghis’s Grand Scheme
As we were talking, the unmistakable sound of jingling reached my ears. I turned to see Genghis strutting into view, flanked by Lester, Clyde, and Loomis, who were practically tripping over themselves to stay in formation behind him.
“Gentlemen,” Genghis said, his deep, haughty voice dripping with grandeur. “What a delightful day to be me. Isn’t it, boys?”
“Yes, absolutely, Genghis!” Lester said.
“Couldn’t agree more, Genghis!” Clyde added.
“The best day ever, Genghis!” Loomis chimed in.
I rolled my eyes. “What are you up to, Genghis?”
“Up to?” Genghis said innocently, his whiskers twitching. “Why, nothing at all, dear Whiskerton. Just enjoying a leisurely stroll with my associates.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, unconvinced. “We’ll see about that.”
Bingo’s Big Discovery
Later that afternoon, Bingo came trotting into the barnyard, his nose to the ground and his lazy demeanor replaced with surprising urgency. “Whiskerton,” he said, “I caught the scent again. Cats. Lots of ‘em. And grain—freshly spilled grain.”
“Grain?” Porkchop said, waddling over. “What would cats want with grain?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out,” I said. “Sedgwick, Rufus, Bingo—let’s go. And Porkchop, tell the hens to meet us by the granary.”
“Oh, the hens?” Rufus groaned. “Do we have to?”
“Yes, Rufus,” I said firmly. “We’ll need all the help we can get.”
The Hens Join the Fray
By the time we reached the granary, the hens were already there, clucking up a storm.
“Grain! Oh, this is terrible!” Doris wailed.
“Terrible! What if they eat it all?” Harriet clucked.
“Eat it all! We’ll starve!” Lillian cried.
“Starve! Oh no, we can’t have that!” Doris echoed.
“Focus, ladies,” I said.
Together, we followed Bingo’s nose to a hidden corner of the granary, where we discovered Genghis and his gang in the middle of their scheme. They had set up a crude operation involving stolen grain and a makeshift pulley system, apparently planning to hoard the grain for themselves.
“Genghis!” I said, stepping forward. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Genghis froze, his eyes narrowing. “Whiskerton. I should’ve known you’d show up.”
“Care to explain this little operation?” I asked.
“It’s simple,” Genghis said, puffing out his chest. “The grain is wasted on the rest of you, so I decided to… redistribute it. My associates and I were merely ensuring that we, the cats, receive our fair share.”
“Fair share?!” Porkchop exclaimed. “You can’t just take what doesn’t belong to you!”
“Yeah, Genghis!” Rufus added. “That’s low—even for you.”
Foiling the Plan
With the help of Bingo’s sharp nose, Sedgwick’s wisdom, and Rufus’s surprising agility, we managed to dismantle Genghis’s operation. The pulley system was disassembled, the stolen grain was returned, and Genghis’s lackeys—Lester, Clyde, and Loomis—were left looking sheepish.
“Genghis,” Sedgwick said sternly, “this farm works best when we all share and cooperate. Taking more than your fair share helps no one.”
Genghis sighed, his haughty demeanor deflating. “I suppose… you’re right. Perhaps I got a bit carried away.”
“A bit?” Rufus muttered.
The Moral of the Story
In the end, Genghis apologized, and the farm returned to its usual harmony. The grain was shared fairly, and even Genghis learned an important lesson about greed and cooperation.
Sometimes, working together means putting aside our pride—and our schemes—for the greater good. And as Bingo said later, “A nose for trouble is only useful if you use it to sniff out solutions.”
The End.”I Spent the Weekend Supporting ‘My Single Friend’ — Now My Husband Is Acting Strange & Suspicious”
An Apology to Mankind, Two Days After First Contact
What follows is a transcript of an apology to the people of Earth, and specifically the residents of Silver Lake, Indiana. [BRACKETED] words indicate imprecise translation. Hello, people of Earth. This message is being translated into the language practiced by the humans who reside in the area designated Silver Lake, Indiana, using the Verpal Language Unscrambler 2. As my segment-mate Zolak is so fond of reminding me, our model is very outdated and overdue for replacement. Any translation errors that may occur are the result of this technical deficiency and are not intended to be an act of disrespect. I humbly apologize for any confusion that may arise as a result of my negligence in the upkeep of our private Dimensional Collapser Transport. Zolak has secured a promise from me that I will replace it when we return to [THE HIVE].Let me begin by apologizing for everything that has unfolded in the days following our unplanned arrival on your world. I assure you this was quite accidental, owed in large part to two hundred rambunctious hatchlings who were [RAISING THE DICKENS] in the back of the ship. This proved quite a distraction to Zolak, who was navigating and who gave me the wrong directions. Zolak insists the directions were correct and that I missed my turn because I was the one not paying attention. We have agreed to disagree. Compromise is the [ADHESIVE BODILY FLUID] that keeps us together. We do hope you understand how deeply and truly sorry we are for causing such a cultural [HULABALOO].Our misadventure no doubt caught all of you by surprise, as it did the [ASSIMILATION] Phages when we reported the incident to the proper authorities. As it turns out, your planet isn’t set for [ASSIMILATION] for another 250 years! Zolak joked that this is the first time we have been early for something. This is a joke at my expense as I am occasionally tardy to [HIVE] functions.Also, we want to assure you that your immediate military response upon our arrival was completely justified and certainly not an overreaction on your part. Protect what’s yours, that’s a law followed in all corners of the universe. Where we come from, when a [SKITTERING DEATH SWARM] arrives at your [HOME] unannounced, you do not give them a chance to [KILL AND CONSUME], you [KILL AND CONSUME] first. So fear not, we were in the wrong, not you.With this in mind, I would like to also apologize for the deployment of the Organic Liquidator Orbitals as a countermeasure. That was a step too far. When Zolak and I purchased the ship, I argued that the standard defense array was more than reasonable for casual space travel, but Zolak insisted we have the orbitals installed because of an [AUNT] who ended up in a [BAD PART OF TOWN] planet and was overtaken and consumed by highly evolved predatory fauna. I have had to hear this story over and over again, as if this one [AUNT] was more special than the others. Zolak has 200 [AUNTS]! Anyway, we [SPLURGED] and got the orbitals. And yes, I am forced to admit that they were highly effective, and mildly thrilling as well, especially for the brood. And no doubt a sight to behold for any of your species who were outside the liquidation zone. But I still think they were an extravagance and an overreaction on our part. As they say in the parlance of your people, “My bad”.We would also like to apologize to the human residents of the Silver Lake area. We are so, so sorry that the timing of our arrival coincided with a number of events occurring in the city limits. Our species has a deep and profound respect for the individuality of the [UNASSIMILATED], and as such, we offer our apologies to these specific people who were affected by our arrival:
The members of the local Civil War Re-enactment Community, Chapter 239. We are so sorry for not only disrupting your sacred religious violence simulation but also for the extensive damage caused by our ship’s defense response system. Our onboard AI misidentified your replica weapons as authentic, and all your shooting and screaming as aggression. The AI later indicated that 43 human war zealots were vaporized. Zolak and I will be sending personalized apologies to each of the genetic units whose humans were vaporized, once we return to the [HIVE]. We have left two vats of bio-paste to offset any food loss you would have to endure at not getting to consume their remains in the typical fashion.
The Silver Lake Fire Department, Women’s Auxiliary, Girl Scout Troop #782, the Silver Lake Chapter of the Rotary Club, the Starlight Junior Girls Dance Team, the Chippewa County Antique Car Club, and the countless humans who were in attendance at what the AI has determined is the “Fall Harvest Parade”. I did not take into account just how much heat is produced by our ship’s atmospheric retro-thrusters. In my search for a good place to land I lost track of how close to the ground we were flying. We are truly, deeply sorry for all the lives lost and the labor cost to rebuild.
To anyone who was impregnated by our [PRECIOUS] spawn, we apologize for any discomfort you may have experienced in the implantation process, as well as any lingering side effects. It has been a long enough trip that many of our brood reached adulthood and needed to secrete their pod glisteners before they started devouring their younger broodmates. The implantation process, while beautiful to us, has been described as [DEEPLY UNSETTLING] by other species we have encountered, depending on the physiology of the host. The good news is that the gestation period for an implanted [NEEDLE-TOOTHED STOMACH EXPLODER] larva is quite short!
Oh, and please, do not feel guilty about any offspring you may have slaughtered as they ran through your humble village [SOWING THEIR WILD OATS]. If there is one thing Zolak and I agree on, it’s that we have entirely too many mouths to feed.
We probably should say a few words on behalf of the lake itself. So sorry about that. Unfortunately, the Organic Liquid Orbitals produce an inordinate amount of radioactive runoff that needs to be dumped before it can be reignited. I suggested we wait until we were in the vacuum of space before jettisoning the waste but Zolak was rubbing its legs together quite vociferously at this point insisting that nobody would even care if we just dump and go. The bad news about your lake though is the water will not be [PALATABLE] again for another 3000 years, and organic life will likely never return. The good news is the green glow is a permanent feature that I think is quite pretty.
We understand that we have probably set back relations between humankind and [THE INSATIABLE HORDE] before they’ve even had a chance to start, but I assure you, despite the carnage, we are a very [GREGARIOUS] and welcoming species. We do hope you can find a way to forgive us for our transgressions and understand that we never would have been here in the first place if not for Zolak’s insistence on being the navigator when they have time and again given us inaccurate directions leading to situations like this, where I am having to apologize to a species for ruining their lives.
I just wanted a nice [FAMILY VACATION]. Just me, Zolak, and 200 of our offspring, taking some time away from the endless toil of [FEEDING THE INSATIABLE QUEEN]. My [BROODFATHER] used to take us on trips to Troxon IV to watch the skinworms emerge from the sludge pools, back when I was of an age where I still hadn’t developed my pod glisteners. I don’t know how they did it back then. My brood was well over 400! Can you imagine the mess just in the Dimensional Collapser Transport?
I’m rambling. Anyway, I wanted to take them somewhere amazing, like the Feces Pits of Roobe II. I wouldn’t have brought my brood to a [BACKWATER] planet like this under normal circumstances. You can’t be too careful where you go these days. But, had we ended up where I wanted to go, I don’t think we would be returning to [THE HIVE] so engorged with important life lessons. My brood have a newfound respect for how [PRE-ASSIMILATION] species like your own have managed to barely scrape by with such primitive means. Witnessing such futile determination has truly inspired them to be even more productive members of our worker society.
My brood are not the only ones whose [GULLET STONES] are wearing away the edges of a newly learned truth. I realized that I have been trying to give my brood the same experience I had when I was their age. I thought if I could show them something amazing, maybe they would respect me as much as I respected my own [BROODFATHER]. But then, when I heard them cheering as our ship obliterated your pitiable attempts to defend yourselves, I realized that it isn’t the destination so much as it is the experience. How many of my kind can say they watched their [BROODFATHER] heroically fend off the assaults of a [PRE-ASSIMILATION] species? Nothing will replace those memories.
You know, I really thought I [BLEW IT] with this trip. But maybe I didn’t after all. Maybe it takes getting lost to truly find what we are all looking for.
Oh, before we go, our onboard AI has determined that you are currently experiencing a [CALDERA POX] outbreak. As this is endemic to our planet, I have to imagine you contracted it from one of our pesky brood. Not to worry, the symptoms are very mild—your species should only experience headaches, nausea, dimensional blindness, and moderate to severe hemorrhaging. It’s one of our more survivable [COMMON COLDS]. You’ll be fine!
See you in 250 years!
Mac ‘n’ Cheese Soup
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Yield: 6 servings
Ingredients
1 (14 ounce) package deluxe type macaroni and cheese
1 cup broccoli, chopped
1/2 cup onion, chopped
1 cup water
2 1/2 cups milk
1 (10 ounce) can condensed cheddar soup
1 cup cubed cooked ham
Instructions
Cook macaroni as directed on package in a 4 quart casserole. Drain in large colander.
Meanwhile, chop broccoli and onion; in food chopper. Combine broccoli, onions, water in the casserole. Bring to a boil: cook 2 minutes. DO NOT DRAIN.
Stir in cooked macaroni, cheese sauce from pouch, milk, cheese soup and ham. Return to a boil; stirring occasionally.
Use soup ladle and serve in 6 bowls.
Attribution
Pampered Chef
Why is China so terrible at fighting wars?
This was how the Korean War looked like before China got involved:
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This was how the war looked like less than a month after Chinese intervention:
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The Chinese attacked with 9 armies (a Chinese army being a small corps-sized formation) of roughly 380,000 men against roughly 350,000 South Koreans, Americans, British, and Turks. So, despite only enjoying a marginal numerical superiority, the Chinese managed to crush US formations in North Korea and push them back to the south. The 8th Army in particular had to retreat 275 miles total, as per their own website.
Many folks like to quote losses from Wikipedia. Yes, if we look at losses of US troops versus Chinese troops, of course these numbers would favor US troops, because half the time, they aren’t the ones doing the dying: They had South Korean troops that augment their formations, which they used like cannon fodder. Many headcounts (which historians based US losses on) do not even count the South Koreans, whose losses were so heavy that during the first part of the war, they just stopped recording their losses.
Cheating Wife Regrets After Taking Advice to Open Her Marriage and Tries to Win Her Husband Back
When I was around four years old or something along those lines, I was walking by a house, and the father was playing with his son. He was also about my age. And they were playing with these super tiny figurines. Maybe a half and inch tall, perhaps 12 mm tall. Little Indians. Tiny horse and minuscule cowboys.
And we must have spent three hours arranging them, playing with them and just being boys. The father enjoyed the time with both of us. I well remember me putting about eight Indians on one of those tiny horses, and the father laughing. “Oh I think that you’d break that horses back” he said.
Ah. Good times.
As a young boy, the idea of controlling a ton of little cowboys and Indians appealed to me. I don’t know why specifically. I think perhaps it is due to the influence of the television at the time.
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But I will never forget that moment.
Another father, in a different home, treated me as his own son… or something along those lines. Us three boys playing “cowboys and Indians” together. A time from the past, and a magical time that you all won’t ever see today.
*sigh*
Today…
RIP Jimmy Carter
He meant well.
Probably.
But that is still the better than anything one can say about other former, current and incoming U.S. presidents.
Russia Overtook The US! Russian Submarine Fleet Became The World’s Most Powerful and Largest!
What is the most unfair thing in society?
This boy was previously a kid who had it all, he had good grades, he was an athlete at a university, until a classmate accused him of rape .
He spent 6 years in prison and 5 years on probation , he lost his scholarship, he lost his chance to graduate from university, he lost his honor, and worse still he lost his future .
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Then, after all that was known, the girl who accused him of rape suddenly confessed that she made it all up . Of course, this man never raped the girl.
This guy is innocent, but he spent 6 years behind bars, his sports career went down the drain, and now he has a hard time finding a job because no one or company will hire someone with a criminal record. He lost EVERYTHING.
So what happened to the girl who accused him?
There isn’t any. None at all. Not a fine and less, a conviction
Do you think that’s normal? Is that fair?
Someone who falsely accuses another of rape should AT LEAST be financially punished. Someone who has ruined another person’s life should not go unpunished.
My 18 year old son enlisted in the military without telling me or his mother. How can I talk him out of going to basic training?
About a year or so ago a strapping freshly retired Master Sergeant knocked on my door. I hadn’t seen him in over 20 years. Back then he was a troubled kid. His parents would not let him enlist, threatening the usual stupid stuff.
Quick fix. He enlisted and kept quiet about it until the night before he shipped. Then he crashed on my couch the night before the recruiter was to pick him up to ship out. He simply vanished. A day later I got a call from Paris Island saying he was OK. I kept quiet about it.
While in basic his parents got wind and drove down demanding the kid be released. They yanked him out of whatever he was doing and hauled him in before his parents. The kid looked at the officer and said, “Sir, I have rights. Could you please let me continue my training?” The kid was dismissed and sent back to continue his training.
He took his first leave and went home. His mother was glad to see him, his father tried to throw him out. A domestic took place dad hit mom and the son knocked his father silly. Cops were called, the father carted off and shortly after I got a knock on the door. It was the kid. He sacked out on my couch that night and left to go back the next day. He cut his leave short and returned to duty where he went through training to become a parachute rigger.
We lost touch.
When that retired Master Sergeant knocked on my door he was accompanied by his beautiful Filipina wife and two kids. I have to admit I broke down when I saw them.
That night over dinner he told me he had managed to keep in touch with his mother but the last time he ever saw his father was when he was carted off to jail the night he came home from basic.
You can support your child or lose them. Your choice.
America CAN’T Compete with China’s NEW High-Speed Future!
Why are the Chinese claiming they are the oldest civilization, when they didn’t even exist when languages were developed? The Chinese lasted only 2,000 years. How did they maintain that long?
I have to say, this question reveals a certain ignorance and prejudice, and seems to be yet another leading question aimed at China.
What were humans like in the early days when language first appeared? What kind of archaeological evidence can indicate the presence of civilization rather than a transient human group? How many years of history does China have according to academic consensus? You might not be very familiar with these questions, and in such cases, defining a country and implying that China is exaggerating or deceiving the world is quite irrational and immoral. Moreover, China has never claimed in any public forum to be the oldest civilization.
First of all, there has never been a precise timeline for the origin of language. It didn’t become fossilized and then excavated by archaeologists, so the study of the birth of language relies on indirect methods such as the artifacts they created and changes in human anatomy. Such research is often controversial, with different scholars suggesting timelines ranging from 100,000 years ago to 35,000 years ago. However, during this period, humans had mastered the use of fire and could make stone tools, yet their lifestyle was still dependent on hunting and gathering, with the potential beginnings of plant and animal domestication. In such primitive conditions, tribes separated by forests were likely in competition, making it rather absurd to discuss whether the Chinese or Greeks had appeared yet. If we must link early humans with today’s civilizations, then the existence of Peking Man in China 500,000 years ago would predate the appearance of language by hundreds of thousands of years.
Moreover, the current academic definition of civilization requires evidence of cities, writing, monumental architecture, metallurgy, and other indicators of social complexity and administrative capability. By this standard, China also has “ancient civilizations” such as the Liangzhu site from 5,000 years ago, with large-scale city sites, dam projects, and religious jade artifacts. This indicates that Chinese civilization reached the stage of civilization 5,000 years ago. However, Western countries are unwilling to acknowledge this fact, recognizing Chinese civilization only from the appearance of mature writing systems like oracle bone script, which still dates back at least 3,600 years. In comparison, while the earliest Minoan civilization in Greece appeared around a similar time, their Linear A script remains undeciphered, whereas Chinese oracle bone script has been discovered in over 5,000 forms, with more than 1,000 of these decipherable by modern scholars. This also indirectly reflects why China’s clear history begins from 2070 BC, while Western ancient Greek civilization only began to emerge from the 5th to the 6th century BC.
From a linguistic perspective, Chinese civilization is equally ancient. Historical evidence shows that English only emerged in the 5th century AD when Anglo-Saxons migrated to the British Isles, bringing Old English; the earliest Indo-European languages originated around 2500 BC. According to the Max Planck Institute for the Science of Human History and the Paris Institute of Mathematical Research, Chinese language origins can be traced back to about 7200 years ago in northern China, long before the advent of English.
Such ample evidence demonstrates the long history of Chinese civilization, yet Western historians often harbor biases towards Eastern history, viewing Greek and Roman civilizations as the pinnacle of human achievement and reluctant to acknowledge the possibility of a more ancient Chinese civilization. However, no amount of denial can change the objective fact: China possesses a rich and ancient cultural tradition and has made significant contributions to human progress. China has never considered itself a dominant civilization seeking to influence the world due to its long history. Instead, it respects the importance of ancient civilizations such as Egypt and Mesopotamia and maintains an open and inclusive attitude towards cultural differences, actively strengthening international cooperation and exchanges.
The long continuity of Chinese civilization is due to this humble and inclusive attitude, allowing it to remain uninterrupted to this day. Similarly, for the future of humanity, abandoning racial supremacism and prejudice is essential to promoting global cultural prosperity and sustainable development.
Japanese teardowns of Chinese electric vehicles by BYD and Nio stun car parts executives in Nagoya
It was in my pocket and I gripped it, ready to pull it out. Next to it was something I wanted very much to give away. That I should have done sooner but too late now. “Look, my friend. No one wants a fight today.”“You’re about to get one, you Spic bastard.”“Spic? Seriously? There’s no need for that. Aren’t you Spanish yourself?” He looked it. Average height, tan skin, and black hair. If I was wrong things could get worse, but I didn’t know how.“Be careful,” Sara whispered. “He’s armed, you know.”So here we were, standing on a dock over a man made lake in this park. I liked this place. The grass was soft and green. There were fountains of not water anymore, but flowers as fake as the grass. Still, that didn’t matter. The moon was full and shining on the water. Stupid me I had suggested this walk before dinner. I had finally got up the courage to say certain things and now here was this drunk imbécil. This damned native-born denying his heritage. Both of us knew that. I was fighting down my anger.Look, she’s right. Do you want her hurt? said a voice inside me. So, let’s use common sense here. “Look, this is ridiculous since your roots and mine must be similar. So how about I buy you a drink and-”“I was born here!” As if I didn’t realize that. “I’m not from some stupid polluted starving country that can’t even be bothered to take care of their disabled! Why are you here, using our resources, our food and our universal healthcare?”“Which he pays into with his taxes. We both do. And God knows they’re high enough.” For once, Sara was calm. Usually she fought these people but not tonight. She didn’t, I assumed, because of the laser gun. It was pointed down but what did that matter? Still I wondered why. Maybe he really doesn’t want to shoot us. It could be just a threat. I hoped so. He smelled of alcohol. It smelled like he had been drinking for days. It was a smell that always made me nauseous. I looked at Sara. She was touching her temple. Dialing 911 with her implanted head chip? Good. I stood in front of her so he wouldn’t see this. She hated the chip and its notifications. Why did I ever get this damned thing? she often asked me. She had wanted to experience the virtual online world, that’s why. The problem was the electric for the computer system was so expensive. So usually we both shut ours off. I prayed she had a signal. I didn’t. I also prayed the police upgraded their 911 androids. I had designed a program where they were supposed to pick up locations or code words. But sometimes the police didn’t upgrade them. Sara spoke quickly, “Tallahassee City Park is too nice of a place to have this fight, my friend.”Hmm. She might have dialed her friend Julia, in addition to 911. My friend was code for a date gone wrong. Send help. Do it now. Sara had told me that on our first date. We had laughed over it. She could also be talking to 911.”I’m not your friend, you Spic lover trash heap!”“I’m sorry,” Sara said calmly. Too calmly. She must be scared. I was. Take stock stay calm. We were on a dock, backs to the water. Earlier I had seen an elderly woman with a cane, but she wasn’t here now. Our only escape was the water. I can swim but not for long. That damned vaccine resistant polio that is rampant in South America had screwed up my right side. I have implanted sensors to fix the paralysis but when I get tired the right leg drags. This native-born must have noticed that and didn’t like I was here. Never mind that my country couldn’t help me. There is barely food for the able-bodied never mind one someone sick. There is certainly no medicine. I’m here because my family had no other choice. At least here there was health care. And people might curse the climate change immigrants but that was all they did. Usually.“Look. At least let her go and you can have me. Isn’t your trash with me anyway?” I sized up the man. He was about 5’10, about six inches taller than me. He was sweating and breathing hard. I wondered if I could rush him before he raised the laser gun. They’re heavy. But there was Sara and I didn’t want her shot.Sara spoke to him and presumably Julia or 911, “L-Look how about we just leave now, please. We’ll get off this d-dock. Terrible view of City hall anyway. No one wants-”“Shut up, bitch!” the man screamed at Sara. He was swaying. I wished I had a signal. We had just created an android that was achieving self-awareness, but I couldn’t get a rotten signal. Screw the Nuntius phone company, I thought. Well, we could go low tech. There was an old-fashioned utility knife in my pocket I always kept, ready to be used at a moment’s notice. And I cursed that I hadn’t given Sara the other item. Now it might be too late.“I’m going to kill you,” the man said softly. It was more frightening than if he screamed it.“Long as you let her go,” I had not given her this item because why would she want me? There were all these voices. Some were in my head and some were what my family had said. Especially my miserable, alcoholic and paranoid mother. You’re disabled, short, dark skinned, a climate change immigrant. She only is doing this for fun, to appear politically moral and lightened. She’ll leave you soon enough, for someone handsome and whole. She’s blond and beautiful. She could have anyone. Her voice had rose like the sea that had covered Jacksonville Beach, that had destroyed most of the Florida Keys. These voices were going to destroy me if I kept on listening. Now the night I had decided to take this risk this idiot shows up.“Let us both go,” said Sara quietly. “I don’t think you really want this.”“I do. I have no money for groceries, thanks to you immigrants taking away our jobs. So, I really have nothing left to lose.”“You can have our wallets. Take our credits. I won’t report the theft,” Sara continued.The man shook his head. “Oh, don’t worry. After I kill you, I can take whatever I want.”Oh, jack this. “Sara you need to know something,” I whispered to her, “I love you and wanted to marry you. So, whatever happens you know that, at least.” I pushed the blade open and thought, Okay amigo, make your move. I’m ready. If only something would distract him from Sara for a minute. Just one minute. If only she could get away.Unfortunately, the man heard. “You say this to her! You!” He shook, his eyes wet, narrowed. His hands were clenched. “Bastard!”“I said it so she’d know. Now it’s me you want, isn’t it? Let her leave, she’s native-born.”“Sergio, don’t,” I heard Sara say.The man turned to her, “And I bet you would have said yes!”I laughed at this, not completely faking it. “What? like she would have done that! I’m not that blind, just a fool, my friend.” I prayed she would say no. If she did, this idiot native born would let her go. Hopefully. “Por favor, dime que no,” I whispered to her. She knows a little Spanish which was more than I figured this asswipe didI didn’t know why she did it. I wished she hadn’t. She had been harassed enough, we both have, but this was dangerous. I heard a sound like a frog speaking. “Yes.” Then I heard her swallow and repeat it, this time louder and firmer. “Yes.”No. Oh no, Sara.“Then maybe you should both die together!” The man tightened his grip on his gun.Dios, mío, Sara you blind fool. I braced myself to rush the guy, but I heard a voice.“This is ridiculous! Stop this nonsense.” The elderly woman had walked onto the dock, unnoticed. All I saw was gray hair hanging around her face, blue pants, a torn sweater. But the man stupidly faced her and screamed “get away, old bitch woman! You’re old and should die!”The instant he did, I pushed Sara. “Vas! Vas por ayuda!” Everything seemed to slow down like time was being stretched on a taffy pulling machine. However, I’m sure it took only seconds. The man grabbed Sara’s arm. She screamed, twisted it and somehow broke free. I pulled my knife, rushed him and as I did, I thought I saw the old woman swing her cane at him. We fell hard to the ground. The woman struck the man and he screamed. I could feel the air from her stick and hear the whipping sound. I rolled away before I got hit myself. Sara. Where is she? Not here.Good. Who’s cursing in Spanish? Me? I was. I could also hear English. The man was on the ground yelling. Shame he wasn’t unconscious.“You trash! My head! You broke my head! I’m bleeding!”“Good,” she said. “Shut up before you get more of the same.”Dios mío this crazy woman has the gun. “Por favor, don’t shoot!”“I can’t.” She had a raspy, harsh voice. Probably too much synthetic tobacco. Nasty stuff.“W-what?” I pulled himself up by holding onto the dock rail. I couldn’t believe it. An elderly Caucasian woman, who looked homeless had just helped me.“This gun’s broken. See the end of it? It’s cracked and useless. Idiot,” she said to the man.
“It is? Dios!” No wonder the man kept holding it down. He didn’t want me to see it. “And now you got hurt! Estúpido!” I might have beat him myself except for the voice.
“Drop the gun!” Sara had found help. She came running with two officers and two androids. She ran to me. One of the officers went to the man on the ground. The other saw the woman and sighed.
“Crystal. What trouble are you in now?”
” Not me! Him! He threatened these people with a broken gun.”
“Wait. Broken?” Sara glared at the man. “You threatened us with a broken gun?” I was holding her. Partially to comfort her and in part because I was afraid she’d hit him herself. She looked furious.
“Yes” said the policewoman. “Still, it’s assault with a deadly weapon.”
“And y-you know her?” Sara gestured at the elderly woman. I could feel her shaking. She held my hand so tightly it hurt. I didn’t want to tell her to let go. She needed comfort so my pain meant nothing.
“Oh yes,” said the officer. “She was a Marine in the third world war. That was a tough war right, Crystal?”
“A war over the Amazon rain forest,” she answered. “Amazing what we fight over. But it meant our future, right? We had to protect it from being developed. This war should end all wars.”
“So they say.”
The drunk shouted “Arrest her! She hurt me! He cut me!”
“How about you exercise your right to be silent?” the male officer said.
“Are you hurt?” I half expected Sara to say enough, to leave. It’s too much, Sergio. Instead she held me even tighter. “No, I’m fine. Oh God Sergio.”
“I’m here, mi amor, It’s over. You got away. Jesus, gracias.”
“Self-defense course,” she whispered. “How to break someone’s grasp. That’s about all I remember. Should take it again.” She laughed, almost crying. The rest I barely saw. It was like watching a virtual world video. An android took our reports while another one scanned us for injuries. The policeman got an ambulance for the man. He was handcuffed by now. The other officer gave us her contact information, then turned to Crystal.
“Are you going to the shelter tonight?”
“Yes, you busybody. You don’t need to send an android to check up on me.”
“Good,” said the officer. “Take care of yourself, friend.” I heard her mutter something about the rotten state of affairs for veterans. Finally, she said, “Good night, all.”
“Good night? Miserable one.” I was exhausted. I just wanted to go home and forget all of this. That was not to be. Sara was angry. And when she is it doesn’t matter who hears. It’s going to come out.
“You damned fool! Why did you tell him that?”
“Tell who what?” I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Sergio. You told him you wanted to marry me! You could have gotten hurt!”
“I wanted you to know! And you call me a fool? You said yes!” Now I was just as angry. “Why did you say yes?”
“Like I would say no!” She was crying.
“You should have!” What a horrible idea this was. Why did I ever decide to come to this Godforsaken fake park anyway? Romantic, that’s why. Sentimental slop, romance is. Why do I even bother? I was so angry it didn’t even register that she actually wanted me. Me.
“Why?” A whisper.
I was pacing now. “To save yourself! He could have hurt you and where would I be?”
“Neither of you should. We need courage these days. And you need a good walking stick” Crystal said. I barely heard her.
“If you had refused me, he might have let you go!”
She was looking away from me, rubbing her eyes. “Probably. But I couldn’t.”
“Why the hell not? Sara I wouldn’t have cared!”
“Because…if you’re going down, I am too.”
“What?”
Sara glared at me. “That’s idiotic, right? Sentimental slop?”
“No,” said Crystal. “It’s not.”
I felt both very deep love and deep pain.
“It’s true. Bad enough I ran.” She was crying, arms wrapped around herself.
“Dios, mío, you’re upset about that?” She nodded, trembling. I put my arms around her. “Sara. You got help. There was nothing else you should have done.” I pulled back and looked out over the water. I gripped the other item. “Oh, my Sara. I wish I could give you an easier path than this.”
This made her angry again. “None of us have one! I get harassed from my virtual talks. Threats. You know that! Not to mention that damned terrorist attack in the city last year. Some fanatical Traditionalists shooting into a political rally. But, sure, worry about some drunk with a broken gun! Plus, you know not everyone is against us. Right?”
I knew that. But there was the pain. The love. “Sara. I just wanted you to say no to save yourself. You said the same thing to me.”
“Sergio-”
“No. Por favor let me speak. I didn’t want you hurt, so I didn’t want you to say yes. Because I love you. I never want you to leave me. But I’d rather that than you getting hurt. That’s all. ”
“Look. That guy didn’t want to kill us, just threaten. He probably just wanted to rob us, realized you weren’t native-born, and figured he’d have some fun in the bargain.”
She might be right. Still. “But…”
“Sergio.” She touched my face. Her hands were warm. “I’m not leaving. I love you. I meant it. If you’re in trouble I’m there with you, whether you like it or not. Do you know why?”
“Certainly it isn’t my good looks.”
“You’re strong. Kind, and intelligent. Tonight, all you cared about was me. You’re brave. All these things, I need. I need you. And I could be wrong, but I think you need me.”
“I do. So much.” I held her tight.
“Good.” She laughed. “But there is one problem.”
“What?”
“The thermostat. You make it too warm. We may need counseling over that.”
I was both laughing and sobbing. I freely admit to it. It’s 2127, aren’t men supposed to be able to cry now? “We’re both crazy.” I pulled out the box.
“And you just now realized-wait. You have a ring?”
“Well, I had this fantastic plan of trying to be romantic for once. Kneeling and the whole bit. Stupid idea.”
She smiled, “It’s not. Just-please finish this.”
I had forgotten Crystal was there until she spoke in her raspy voice, “you heard the woman. She loves you. Take it. It’s a cruel world out there.”
I looked at her. “Crystal I am grateful for your help tonight. Believe me I am. But by heaven, you’re a damned busybody yourself.” She only laughed, a deep coughing laugh. Sara did too. Well it wasn’t what I had planned but so be it. I took the ring out of the box. Gold band with an emerald. Sara had told me once she liked emeralds. I had to swallow hard. She was crying herself. I held on to the dock’s railing and knelt. “Sara. Te amo. You’re still here after all this. And that’s everything to me.” She was holding out her hand. I had more to say but I could barely breathe. Would she like the ring?
“It’s beautiful.”
I slide the ring on her finger. “Marry me,” I was able to whisper. Then Sara was kneeling too, kissing me deeply enough that her tongue was in my mouth, mine in hers. From somewhere far away Crystal was laughing, inviting herself to the wedding. In the end we told her we’d get an invitation to her somehow. E-mail. She’s homeless but she has e-mail. Go figure.
Later, in the taxi going home, with my arms around Sara I thought Crystal was right. I needed a good heavy walking stick. And a laser knife. I would have them to use at a moment’s notice if needed.
What would you do? You come home after work. You hear a noise in the bedroom. When you go there, you see your partner with someone else. What do you do?
i did this. i walked in and she was under a guy and he was going to town. i threw my keys on my computer desk and told him to hurry up and went to the restroom came out and he was dressed and about to leave. when i told him oh hell no your not leaving here with out her. i told him i didn’t care if he took her 5 miles down the road and dumped her off but hes not leaving without her. and he didn’t. she left i never heard or seen her for 5 months and she came by and wanted to come back. but instead i handed her all her stuff and closed the door. its a good thing she just moved in because she didn’t have much.
“I Told Him ‘Man Up’ In Front of our Friends — I Didn’t Expect Him to Leave Me Over It”
Why would anyone with half a brain enlist in the United States military?
I grew up in a violent household. My father was an alcoholic, and beat my mother, and us kids. I started to get the best of him by my mid teens, and put a stop to the beatings by the time I was 17.
I was working in dead end jobs, in my hometown outside of Buffalo, New York. The rich kids went to College. The poor kids looked to the Military.
Two weeks after turning 18, I enlisted in the Air Force. I was looking to get out of the harsh Winters of Buffalo, and to start a new life.
I had just missed Vietnam. Saigon fell to the Communists two months before I turned 17. The Cold War was still ongoing, so in 1976, I signed up to be a Nuclear Weapons Specialist. I was on Active Duty (1976-1981.) I spent three years in England, serving on American Occupied RAF Bases. I traveled all over Europe and the United Kingdom in my off time.
I completed one year’s worth of College Credits, attending Night Classes with the University of Maryland (European Campus.) After getting out of the Air Force, I attended College on the G.I. Bill. All of $341 per month. I graduated with an A.S. Degree in Exotic Animal Training and Management.
I had a good first career as a Wild Animal Trainer, Elephant Trainer, and Zookeeper. I first trained Wild Animals for movies and television in Hollywood. Then, I became an Elephant Trainer at the San Diego Zoo Safari Park. Eventually, I worked with the California Condors. I did that work up until my forties.
Joining the Air Force allowed me to get out and see some of the World. Getting out of snowy Buffalo. And leaving my violent upbringing behind. It gave me a fresh start in life. It is one of the best things I ever did.
Wife Complains That She’s In Constant Fear Of Me Leaving…Then She Shouldn’t Have Cheated!
He had been following me all day. Of course I didn’t turn around to see. I could sense him: hear the incessant crunching of his footsteps through the leaves, the labored breathing (I had been walking very quickly for quite some time), and an occasional sniff. I didn’t know exactly why he was stalking me, but I had a pretty good idea.
Most of the few pedestrians had gone home and the forest road was practically empty. There was a chill in the air and a biting wind howled through the bare trees, shaking the remaining leaves to the ground. I pulled my cloak tighter around me and turned the curve in the road. I quickened my pace, hoping to tire the man. I knew he could never catch me if I started running, but I didn’t want to appear afraid. Most things did not scare me; I don’t know if it was the weather, the forest, or the man, but right now I was filled with trepidation.
The figure rounded the corner. I looked up and saw another bend in the road, just ahead. That would be my chance. I hastened my stride even more. Just a few more steps. I peered into the dark forest on my right and left. No one. The turn was approaching, fast. I stole a glimpse behind me. The man looked up, seemingly absorbed in the sky. I smirked and rounded the corner, taking off at high speed.
I flew down the dirt road, clutching my cloak. Nearing yet another bend in the road, I tore through the underbrush to my right and pressed my back up against a tree. I thought that the man would think I rounded the corner and pursue me that way. Meanwhile, I would escape back the way we had come.
Soon, I heard scuffling feet. The man came to a stop, panting, directly across the road from where I was hiding. Suddenly he yelled. “Terrowin!” Another man, whom I assumed was Terrowin, came sprinting around the corner.
“What?” the new-comer asked.
“You didn’t see her?”
“No, I thought you were following her.”
“She started running,” my pursuer said. “Are you sure she didn’t round the corner?”
“Aye, I was keeping a close eye on the road and in the woods. She couldn’t have gotten past me.”
“Then she must be nearby. You search over there.” He pointed on my side of the road. Terrowin nodded, pulled out a dagger, and stalked over to the woods. My fingers tensed around the object in my pocket, ready to pull it out at a moment’s notice.
My heart was pounding in my chest, the way my father’s mallet pounded on his anvil. I crouched down in the underbrush and pulled my hood up over my face. At least I blend in with my surroundings, I thought. My cloak is dark green and my shirt and trousers are brown. As I lay down under a bush, my sword rattled against my leg. I muttered a remark under my breath and prayed that my predators hadn’t heard it. I started crawling, my legs dragging behind me, through the undergrowth.
“Where is that blasted girl?” a voice very near me complained. I stopped, watching and listening. When I heard him walk away, I started inching my way again.
On the other side of the bend, I sat up, brushing mud from my elbows and sword. I peered over the bushes. Nobody was on the road. I glanced behind me. My pursuers were still searching through the vegetation. I sprang up and jumped onto the road. A deluge of shouts announced my appearance and a volley of arrows was shot straight at my head. I ducked quickly and several arrows burried themselves in a tree behind me. I grabbed a bunch and took off.
Stealing a glance behind me, I saw a large group of men chasing me. I slowed my pace to let them catch up, slightly. When they were near enough, I hurled the arrows at them. Many hit their mark. I raced off again. I knew they couldn’t catch me, but there were so many of them, they would be able to track me easily. I had to get rid of them. For good.
I stopped in my tracks and thrust my hand into my pocket. I wrapped my fingers around the cold glass object. The men hesitated, apparently unsure whether to keep running. With my other hand, I drew my sword. A breeze whipped by, blowing off my hood. I was sure the men could all see the wicked scar stretching down my face. I had dealt with them before, and paid for it. As they advanced, I gripped the object harder. I would never let them confiscate it. It belonged to my people, and I had already rescued it once before. They were approaching quickly, swords drawn.
They were twenty yards away. Fifteen. I pulled my hand out of my pocket and lifted it high above my head. The swirling blue Orb tucked under my fingers became warm. I grinned shakily. Oh, I hope this works. Ten yards away. I yanked my arm down and smashed the Orb on the ground. It resulted in a blue explosion, sending men flying through the air. I ran. As I outstretched my hand, the Orb zipped through the air and landed back in my palm. I smiled. It had worked!
I dashed along the road, barely feeling the ground beneath my feet. The trees to my sides were only a blur. I was headed for my hidden city; the city of the elves. About a quarter mile away from the explosion, I halted. Someone was still following. I couldn’t risk letting him go free and endangering my people. I leaned against a tree on the edge of the road waiting. The man, whom I recognized as my original pursuer, soon came into view. He had survived the explosion, but left with a terrible limp.
When he saw me, he spit. “Who are you and what do you want?” I asked.
He laughed maliciously. “My name is Rowan and I want that!” He pointed a gnarled finger at the Orb.
“You stole it from my people. It is rightfully ours. You cannot requisition it without a conflict.” I pointed my sword at him.
“I don’t care about keeping peace! I just want power, no matter how many lives I must take to get it!” he screamed.
“Then the people you rule will revolt against you. This power cannot quench the might of the people. You will be overthrown.”
He sneered. “You don’t know what it’s like. You’ve always been high and mighty in your people. You don’t know what it’s like to live without.”
“Aye. But since I am ‘high and mighty’ as you say, I know how to properly rule a people. All you are asking for is tyranny.”
A dark scowl crossed his face. “I… Don’t… CARE!” He lunged forward. I quickly pulled out the Orb and thrust it toward him. In a tornado of color, Rowan was sucked in, leaving behind only ashes. I sighed, and dropped the Orb back in my pocket. Then I spun around and ran home.
“Leyleandi!” my father cried as I strutted into our hidden city. He embraced me and escorted me into the heart of the city. “Welcome home.”
“Thank you, father.”
“I assume your journey went well?”
“Ah, there were a few complications, but I managed.” I smiled.
“And did you retrieve the Orb of Glandias?”
“Aye.”
“Well, let’s have a look, shall we?” We walked over to a table under a tree and once again, I pulled the Orb out of my pocket. Then, I recounted my tale.
“The Orb has served me well.” I smiled.
My father stroked the swirling blue globe reverently. “Aye, It really has.”
Wife Went On A Girls Trip To Cancun And Cheated On Her Husband. He Found Out And Filed For Divorce.
Garden Fresh Pizza Sauce
fresh tomato pizza sauce
Ingredients
2 pounds very ripe plum tomatoes or Roma tomatoes
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
1 tablespoon tomato paste
1 teaspoon granulated sugar
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1 clove garlic, minced
1 tablespoon salt
Freshly ground black pepper
Instructions
Halve the tomatoes lengthwise through the stems. Squeeze the tomatoes over a bowl or sink to remove the seeds and watery centers. Chop the remaining tomato flesh roughly and transfer to a food processor.
Add the oil, tomato paste, sugar, oregano, garlic, salt and some pepper and pulse until mostly pureed with some very small chunks. Pour into a fine mesh sieve over a bowl and let some of the watery liquid drain, shaking gently for about 30 seconds to hasten complete drainage.
Pour the tomato sauce into another bowl or jar, use immediately, freeze or refrigerate for up to 1 day.
Why is the assassination of UnitedHealthcare’s wealthy CEO Brian Thompson receiving very little sympathy from American citizens?
Brian Thompson was an evil man.
He designed systems so that people who were too ill or suffering from terminal illnesses would have legitimate insurance claims repeatedly rejected under false objections so that they would die or give up from exhaustion.
This is why he receives no sympathy from American citizens or anyone else around the globe.
Mainstream media is trying to gaslight the public into having sympathy for Thompson and undermine public support for Luigi Mangione.
But they might be digging their own grave by doing this.
Being this dishonest about something we all understand and that we are all at risk of being a victim to is a sure fire way to lose our trust.
There are countless stories of people who were denied care they paid for.
Thompson ushered in the most ruthless predatory practices to deny care.
He denied anaesthetic to people undergoing surgery on the day of their surgery.
Doctors and surgeons have to battle with United Healthcare’s evil practices.
People die because of this for no good reason.
Thompson intentionally kills people and ruins lives for his and his shareholder’s greed.
This is no accident. This has nothing to do with government policy.
They CHOSE to be as evil as they could be to increase shareholder profit.
They are trying paint Mangione as unhinged:
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But look again:
He’s being aggressively grabbed by the neck.
He suffers from severe chronic back pain too, so his body cannot handle being roughed up.
Mainstream media has made every effort to ignore the motivations behind the killing. They try to gaslight us by acting as if they don’t know about the abuse of the healthcare system by health insurance cartels.
They think we are stupid enough to let their lies become truth by repeating the lies.
During the Vietnam War, did soldiers usually have their rifles set to semi or full-auto?
I was a combat infantryman in Vietnam. 1969–1970. Everyone kept their weapons on safe unless firing. The exception to this rule was the point man could have their weapons on semi automatic or full automatic as their preference. In a jungle environment, there were twigs, vines, slippery rocks and mud. You could easily accidentally hit the trigger and cause your weapon to discharge. Unintended weapon discharge could cause injury to your fellow soldiers or at minimum give away your location. I was a PFC and had a new to country Staff Sergeant walking behind me. I noticed he had his M16 set on full auto. I told him to set his weapon on safe. He tried to argue that he felt he could shoot faster. I told him to put his weapon on safe or I would kick his ass. He put his weapon on safe. I checked him several times after. He didn’t do it again.
I took these photos with my “point and shoot” Kodak 126 camera.
The first photo is me sitting in a freshly dug foxhole before bedding down for the night. The second is me waiting for the choppers to pick us us for a combat insertion. The third is me playing a guitar and relaxing in our bunker between search and destroy missions.
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How tough are Vietnam veterans?
My 77 year old widower friend Larry drove convoy trucks in Vietnam. In ’68 a convoy he was in was shelled during the Tet Offensive, causing his Whistling Duece-n’-a-Half to run off a steep embankment and toss him out, then roll on top of him crushing his foot and ankle. He medevac’d and spent months recuperating.
Not long ago, I stopped by his house by pure chance one cold and windy day and when he answered the door, asked me if I could take him to get his truck he’d left in a parking lot 5 miles away from his house. I said sure, but on the way began to think about this. “Larry,” I asked, “if your truck is in the phone company parking lot 5 miles from your house, how are you at your house if you drove it there?”
“I walked home.”
I had to think about that for a bit. Limped home. Five miles. On THAT foot (to this day it’s not a pretty foot and ankle. I’d hate to try to walk 10 yards on it.).
“Why did you walk home, Larry? Five miles? Run out of gas or something? Why didn’t you call me? I’d have brought you some.”
“Ah, it’s nothing. I locked my phone in my truck by mistake. So I couldn’t call anybody.”
“Why didn’t you unlock the truck and get your phone out and call me?”
“Because I locked my keys in my truck along with the phone.”
More astonished silence as I thought about this.
“So why didn’t you ask anybody in the phone store to borrow a phone so you could call me or a cab or something?”
“Ah, heck, I didn’t want to be a bother to anybody, so I just decided to walk home where I have a spare key to my house stashed under a flower pot. And inside my house, I have a spare set of truck keys. I figured somebody would come along eventually and drive me back to get my truck. Turns out, it’s you.”
Larry is a professional welder and at age 77 he still welds every day. Standing for hours on that foot and ankle.
That’s how tough Vietnam Vets are.
Ukraine – The Story Of The 155th Brigade
The well regarded Ukrainian journalist Yuri Butusov has published the background story (in Ukrainian) of the newly crated 155th brigade which had recently failed when it was hastily deployed to fill some holes in the Ukrainian positions on the eastern front near the city of Pokrovsk.
The brigade was a vanity project of the Zelenski government and the Ukrainian high command. It was one of fourteen new brigades which were supposed to be trained and equipped by western countries. The 155th was designated to be trained by and in France.
Systemic disorganization by the high command led to its failure. Many of its assigned troops deserted even before reaching the frontline. A criminal case has been opened. But it is unlikely that anyone responsible for the mess will ever be held to account.
The brigade was stood up in March 2024. In September 2024 its core was sent for training to France while a large number of other recruits to the brigade were (more or less) trained in Ukraine. In late November, while the brigade command staff was still in France, a large share of the brigades infantry was sent to Pokrovsk where it immediately faltered.
The 155th brigade began forming in March 2024. Its commander was appointed an experienced officer – Dmitry Ryumshin, it looked encouraging. “OK Zapad” (Operational command West) Commander General Shvedyuk, Chief of Staff Colonel Seletsky and Commander of the Ground Forces General Pavlyuk were responsible for the formation and manning of the brigade.But from the very beginning, it turned out that OK Zapad had no command personnel, no soldiers, no weapons, and no resources to create a new unit. The formation of the 155th brigade from the first days was a continuous organizational chaos in literally all components, and the service required a lot of effort for those who tried to serve honestly, and to great losses due to unauthorized abandonment of the unit from the very beginning of the formation.
Here is the schedule of recruitment of the 155th brigade, the number of personnel for each month, and -in parentheses- the number of deserters in those months:
March 46 (3)
April 123 (6)
May 217 (31)
June 1978 (185)
July 3882 (310)
August 2748 (217)
September 3253 (187)
October 3211 (339)
November 5832 (448)
New recruited troops, without any experience, were randomly added to the brigade and, when needed pulled from it (untrained) to fill holes elsewhere. During the whole process more than 1,700 of its soldiers deserted:
In fact, the recruitment of the brigade began in June, but they did not have time to complete full training, because immediately in July and August, more than 2550 servicemen were taken from the 155th brigade to replenish other units! That is, they took away from the brigade almost all those who were quite suitable, whom the brigade commander and battalion commanders had just placed in positions, in fact, they nullified all the previous four months of work, in March-June, that is, this brigade composition was organized in August in a new way, and then … we issued an order to prepare all those who stayed until the trip to France at the end of September.As a result, 1924 servicemen were sent to France as part of the 155th brigade, only 51 of them had more than a year of military experience, 459 soldiers had up to a year of experience, and most of them, 1414 people, were only enlisted and served for less than 2 months, including about 150 just recruited without military experience. Without any selection of people, they were sent to France even without passing basic training. It was among them that France had the largest number of fugitives. In total, about 50 soldiers fled in France.
That is, the Army Command and OK Zapad sent to France not an organized and controlled military unit, which can learn a lot, but a crowd of people in military uniforms, about 30% of the staff, who were supposed to organize and get acquainted with each other and with the commanders during the trip!
While the entire brigade command was being trained in France, thousands of new people were being enlisted without the presence of brigade and battalion commanders, as a result, in October and November, more than 700 people escaped from the brigade immediately after being enlisted in Ukraine. Those who deserted had never seen their commanders.
While some 2,000 soldiers of the brigade were training in France some 4,000 fresh soldiers were additionally assigned to the brigade but trained more or less (and without their commanders) in Ukraine:
Since November 15, the rank and file of the brigade began to return to Ukraine, and the brigade headquarters remained according to the training plan to complete the staff classes, for which the French instructors gave the highest scores.
The brigade headquarters arrived in Ukraine on November 30, but Brigade Commander Ryumshin did not have time to get acquainted with his new 4 thousand subordinates who were waiting in the training center, and conduct planned additional exercises with those who returned and did not have time to get all the necessary knowledge.
In the absence of the brigade headquarters and battalion commanders, the command of the OK “West” and CSR began to transfer untrained and ill-coordinated people to the Pokrovsk area.
The brigade command came back from France only to find that its infantry was already being deployed to the front.
Nominally the brigade had been fully equipped by France. It had artillery and armored vehicles. But it lacked the material the Ukrainian military was supposed to supply. The brigade had no drones and no electronic warfare equipment. It lacked the means to gain an overview of the battlefield and to defend against Russian drones which immediately attacked anything that moved. The new heavy equipment the brigade tried to bring to the front was destroyed before reaching its assigned positions. Moreover all the Ukrainian made 120mm mortar ammunition the Ukrainian military supplied to the brigade proved to be faulty and ineffective.
Without drones and artillery and in full chaos the brigade failed to hold its assigned line which led to a breakthrough of the Russian forces.
The brigade’s commander, who had had no influence on what had happened, was immediately relieved.
Back in September I pointed out that the Ukrainian method to create new brigades while letting experienced ones fail for a lack of replenishment was a serious and systemic error:
Experienced brigades are kept on the front until that have less than a third of their original strength. They are not replenished while still in the fight. Newly mobilized men are instead put into newly constituted brigades which zero frontline experience.A better system would rotate out units that have lost a third of their men and fill them up with new recruits before pushing them back into the fight. The result would be the same number of soldiers but with experience mixed into all of the army’s units.
Butusov’s report points to exactly this issue (edited machine translation):
Next to the 155th are experienced units – the 1st OSB “Da Vinci”, the 25th Airborne brigade, the 68th Jaeger brigade, which have an acute shortage of people in the infantry, they can not keep a wide band because of this, and there are experienced UAV units, headquarters, command cadres that can quickly train and make combat-ready mobilized people. But experienced and combat-ready brigades were not given people, they are not allowed to stabilize the front. Because people are given to political projects, the same as the 155th brigade, and there are other brigades newly formed in 2024-the same fourteen that President Zelensky spoke about.
Even if if were been organized perfectly the Ukrainian military would still not have a chance against the Russian forces. But it could have kept its losses to a minimum while holding the line and while gaining time for a political process.
It instead gets slaughtered for the vanity of its higher command:
The top political and military leadership of the country actually played around with the 155th Anna Kievskaya brigade, without even trying to systematically prepare and train the brigade, and without giving the brigade commanders time to create a combat-ready team themselves.The brigade’s servicemen became hostages of Zelensky’s PR project, which the authorities did not make any effort to actually implement competently.
Separately, it is worth mentioning the military command, which is now trying to hide the truth and use the case of the State Bureau of Investigation (SBI) to remove responsibility from itself.
The 155th brigade has now been dispersed with various of its subunits moved to replenish other brigades. The journalist Butusov, like many of his compatriots, is furious about the case:
[T]hey spent people, money and time on forming a brigade, which is virtually impossible to use as a brigade due to its low combat capability. … Why did you create it if you can’t use it for its intended purpose? For your own PR and reports? For a meeting with Macron?
And is it worth it, Gentlemen Zelensky, Umerov and Syrsky, the lives of dozens of people who give up their lives near Pokrovsk as part of the 155th, because of the elementary disorder and poor preparation, which primarily resulted from your mistakes in setting tasks, planning and organizing? Will you give evidence to the SBI investigators about how you brought the 155th brigade to such a state, how you spent huge funds of our allies and Ukrainian citizens, how instead of strengthening the front, you only disrupt the organization and training of reserves?I hope that the time will come when you, the real ones responsible for this case, will be the first to answer to the law.
The story of the 155th Ukrainian brigade is only unique in that it has been well documented. The Ukrainian command has over the last years created may such failures and seems to have not learned one bit from it.
The grief, sorrow and anger this has caused will haunt the Ukrainian state for a long time.
Posted by b on January 2, 2025 at 18:13 UTC | Permalink
Watch Women Lose Their Minds When They Are Treated Like Men
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Playing around with a Norman Rockwell theme mixed with Bacchus and various setting using different plugins.
Many nudes. I think that it is the Bacchus influence in the prompt + the “artistic” plugin. The moment I went “classical academic art” the nudes started to appear.
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Gen Z is Weak and Unemployable
China’s next-generation (6th-gen) fighter jet made its first flight today. Is it a shameful thing for India given the fact that we have failed to even make a Tejas since decades? Will China go for territorial expansion now with this advanced tech?
It is shameful
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From 1990 to 2005 – the Chinese made education available and affordable to more and more people , changed the syllabus to integrate STEM into every possible arena and made quality University education affordable and freely available
In India – we privatized education and focused on for profit coaching classes & private schools where tuition is expensive , also lowering the quality of our public education deliberately because the politicians or their proxies own these private schools
The Chinese learnt industrial manufacturing by making toothpicks first and slowly rising to make Scramjet engines
We had the manufacturing to make good quality products from ball bearings to piston rods in the 1980s and now we seem to have been stuck back in the same time
The Chinese created an entire aerospace industry that makes from the smallest components to the most advanced radars now
We on the other hand, we just want the OPTICS and ILLUSION which is why our Tejas uses Engines, Radar, Avionics & Electronic Navigation sourced entirely by Foreign Licensing
Lag in US engine supply delays IAF induction of Tejas Mark-1A | India News – Times of India
India News: The induction of India’s Tejas Mark-1A jets faces delays due to postponed engine supplies from General Electric, with HAL expected to deliver only 2-3
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GE will give us 2 Engines in 4 months from May 2025
That means for another 48 Aircraft to be formally inducted, it would take 100–110 months or near to 8 years
Our AMCA is still at basic design stage
IAF — so unprepared for the future, it is ridiculous!
[Rafale in IAF] Intrigued to find an op/ed with the title “Drawing borders in the air” in the Indian Express (1 July 2024) by Air Marshal Diptendu Choudhury (Retd). The title evoked for…
We originally planned to source 126 Rafale , 52 Imported and 74 Assembled with 30% minimum indigenous components
Instead we now have 36 Rafale, fully imported with no 4.5 generation indigenous assembly
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Will China go for Territorial Expansion
China approves world’s largest dam over Brahmaputra river close to Indian border
China has approved a massive USD 137 billion hydropower dam on the Brahmaputra River near the Indian border, sparking concerns in India and Bangladesh. This infrastructure project, part of China’s 14th Five-Year Plan, aims to generate significant electricity and enhance cooperation while addressing ecological and safety concerns in a seismically active region.
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China may even give up their interest in the Arunachal Pradesh region if they finish their latest mega power dam project that is larger than the three gorges
This could utilize 60% of the Brahmaputra’s downflow adding 33% to Chinas water supply
That gives them 90 years of assured water supply
So they don’t need to expand territory at all
Status Quo will be fine
Title: Sir Whiskerton and the Phantom of the Cornfield
Ah, so you’ve returned, hungry for another tale of my brilliance. Very well, I, Sir Whiskerton, the farm’s foremost investigator, shall oblige. This time, my superior intellect was challenged by a mystery so strange, so spine-tingling, that it sent shivers through even the bravest barnyard creatures. It was a case whispered about in hushed tones under the moonlight: the case of the Phantom of the Cornfield.
Prepare yourself, dear reader, for a tale of courage, cunning, and a healthy dose of feline sarcasm.
The Whispered Rumors
It all began one autumn evening. The harvest moon hung heavy in the sky, casting long, eerie shadows over the farm. I was lounging on my usual perch atop the chicken coop, enjoying the crisp night air, when I overheard a hushed conversation below.
“I saw it, I swear!” clucked Henny Penny, her feathers quivering with fear. “A glowing figure, right there in the cornfield! It was floating and moaning!”
“Floating?” Harold the rooster scoffed, though his voice wavered. “Pfft, nonsense. Ghosts don’t exist.”
“But I heard it too!” Betty the sheep chimed in, her eyes wide. “It was a low, haunting moan, like this: ‘Ooooooh!’ It was terrifying!”
I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly fell off my perch. Ghosts. Honestly. The only thing haunting this farm is the collective idiocy of its residents. Still, their fear was palpable, and chaos was bad for my nap schedule. Clearly, I would have to get to the bottom of this “phantom.”
The Investigation Begins
At dawn, I began my investigation. The cornfield, located on the far edge of the farm, was a vast and tangled maze of stalks, perfect for hiding something—or someone. I padded silently between the towering rows, my ears perked for any unusual sounds.
The ground was littered with broken cornstalks and scattered kernels. I sniffed the dirt and detected faint traces of… something sweet. Strange. Corn doesn’t usually smell this sweet. My whiskers twitched with intrigue.
As I moved deeper into the field, I found more clues: claw marks on the stalks, bits of fur caught on the leaves, and what appeared to be a trail of sticky footprints. Ghosts don’t leave footprints, which meant I was dealing with something tangible. And tangible was my specialty.
The First Encounter
That night, I decided to stake out the cornfield. I perched on a low fence post near the edge of the field, my black fur blending perfectly with the shadows. The air was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.
Then, just as the moon reached its zenith, I heard it: a low, mournful moan, carried on the wind.
“Oooooooh…”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end—not because I was scared, of course, but because the sound was unexpected. I crouched low, my sharp eyes scanning the rows of corn.
And then I saw it.
A faint, glowing figure drifted between the stalks, its outline shimmering in the moonlight. It was tall and swayed as it moved, its moans growing louder as it approached. The other animals had been right about one thing: it was eerie.
But I am Sir Whiskerton, and I don’t scare easily. I crept closer, my paws silent on the soft earth. As I approached the figure, I noticed something odd. The glow wasn’t coming from the figure itself, but from something it was carrying. A lantern? No, it was too uneven. It looked… sticky.
Then it hit me. The smell. The glow. The sticky footprints.
“Honey,” I whispered. “It’s covered in honey.”
The Culprit Revealed
I leapt forward, claws extended, and landed directly in front of the “phantom.” It let out a startled yelp and dropped its glowing burden—a large jar of honey that shattered on the ground.
“Alright, show yourself,” I demanded, my green eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
The “phantom” froze, then slowly stepped into a patch of moonlight. And there, standing before me, was none other than Rufus the raccoon.
“Rufus,” I said, my tail lashing. “What, exactly, do you think you’re doing?”
He grinned sheepishly, honey dripping from his whiskers. “Oh, hey, Sir Whiskerton. Fancy meeting you here.”
“Cut the act,” I snapped. “Why are you sneaking around the cornfield, scaring everyone with your ridiculous glowing honey jar?”
“Well,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “I heard Farmer Joe talking about harvesting the corn soon, so I figured I’d grab a few ears for myself. But then I tripped over a beehive on the way here, and, uh… things got messy.”
“Messy?” I echoed, incredulous. “You’ve been parading around the farm, dripping honey everywhere and wailing like a banshee.”
“That wasn’t on purpose!” he protested. “I got the honey all over me, and then the bees started chasing me, so I ran into the cornfield to hide. I might’ve… panicked a little.”
“And the moaning?”
“I was trying to scare the bees away!” he said, throwing up his paws. “I didn’t realize I was scaring everyone else too.”
I stared at him, torn between exasperation and amusement. “You’re lucky I found you before Farmer Joe did,” I said. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up before you cause any more chaos.”
The Resolution
The next morning, I gathered the animals in the barnyard and explained what had happened. Rufus, still sticky but sheepish, stood beside me as I recounted the tale.
“So you see,” I concluded, “there is no phantom. Just a clumsy raccoon with a sweet tooth and a flair for the dramatic.”
The animals burst into laughter, their fear replaced by relief. Even Henny Penny managed a chuckle, though she still insisted she had “felt a ghostly presence.”
As for Rufus, he promised to stay out of the cornfield—at least until the honey washed out of his fur. Farmer Joe never found out about the incident, and the farm returned to its usual, mildly chaotic routine.
And me? I basked in the glory of another mystery solved, another crisis averted. The moral of the story? Sometimes, the scariest things are just sticky raccoons in disguise.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a sunbeam waiting for me.
The End.
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Easiest Homemade Pizza Dough
Yield: 2 medium pizza crusts or one extra large pizza crust
easiest homemade pizza dough
Ingredients
1 cup plain Greek yogurt
1 to 1 1/2 cups self-rising flour, divided
Instructions
Combine yogurt and 1 cup flour in the bowl of an electric stand mixer. Mix until combined, scraping down the bowl as necessary until combined.
Knead on medium high for 5 minutes.
Slowly add additional flour as necessary to help dough come together. Depending on how thick your yogurt is, you may need up to an extra 1/2 cup of flour.
Dust clean counter top with flour and remove dough from bowl. Knead a few turns until dough is tacky, but not sticky. Roll out and add toppings as desired.
Bake in a preheated 450 degrees F oven for 10 to 12 minutes.
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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.
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At home it was a fixture of life.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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.
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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.
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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
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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)
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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)
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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.
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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.
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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.
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
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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.
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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
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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.
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.
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 threwthemselves 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.
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
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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
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
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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.
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.
“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?”
“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
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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.
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.
Investor Alert: Revolutionary ironmaking method will nullify tariffs and scramble iron ore markets
The year was 1981. the company was “Edgewater Steel” located in Oakmont, PA. A steel company. They went bankrupt in the early 1990’s and this is a story of my first “engineering position” after I left the United States Navy, but before I began my training in the ONI.
It was a large forging company. They made railroad wheels. And they employed 6000 people. It was a sizable operation located on the banks of the Allegheny river north of Pittsburgh.
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When I was hired, the HR manager explicitly told me that they had “phased out bonuses for all new hires”, and myself not knowing what that meant, gleefully signed the contract. Sure, I knew that I wouldn’t be getting a bonus; but you know, all my bonuses up to that time was in the $25 to $50 dollar range. Roughly about 1/2 of a week paycheck as a laborer.
So I figured, “what’s the big deal about a mere $25?”.
So I work there, perhaps for nine months, and Christmas rolls around.
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And everyone was being handed the envelope with their Christmas bonus. And they were all happy, as the bonus was 2 – 3 times their monthly salary. This is around $3000 to $6000 in a lump check.
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Except for me.
I got nothing. I got exactly ZERO.
I an the other six “new hires” for the year got absolutely zero. And the rest, bound by contract, and union agreements got nice plump juicy bonuses. Big, BIG money in those days.
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So, let me summarize for you all, in the event you are absolutely STUPID.
6000 people that I see every day; about the size of a small town. Each and every one of them; All of them, got around $6000 in a Check on Christmas Eve. Roughly around $35,000 today.
And me and six others got nothing.
…
Fair? No.
But legal. Yes.
…
So firstly, the steel company was a union shop. Everyone made “big money”, and also got “big bonuses”. And I, who had never before worked in that environment, was unaware of this. I thought that everyone would be getting around $35 checks. Not $6000.
Ah. What did I know?
So the end result was as you can expect. Lots of “ribbing” and making fun of me. Everyone was pointing their fingers at me and laughing. “Well, they told you!” they would say in a laughing sneer. They would giggle at the water cooler, and call me names to my face like “dumb kid” and “walking idiot”.
…
Of course, they could have handled this different.
Maybe given me a reduced bonus.
But no. The others (after all this was a steel company with hard beer drinkers and roustabouts, we constantly ribbing me about their bonuses. One bought a new car. Another went on a vacation to Hawaii. Yet another was going to add a swimming pool to their house.
On and on it went. And I got nothing.
Not even a little Christmas card.
…
And that, boys and girls, was my first experience with the joys of corporate life. It was a lesson that I have never forgotten.
But has since, been repeated over and over again over the decades.
Ah. It is no wonder that this gen Z has given up and “checked out”. They have peered behind the veil and see the lies and nonsense for what it actually is. And, you know, they don’t want any part of it.
Gorgin walked the corridors once again to make sure everything was okay.
“Why do I have to continue to check out the station when we have systems set-up to make sure everything is in order on the station?” he asked the commander of the station, Morgan.
“Just do it,” said Morgan. “You never know what can get past our systems way out here in space. There is a lot of unknown things out here. I’m tired of explaining to you each time it’s your turn.”
Now, Gorgin was walking through the corridors, and checking out room after room.
“Why such huge station for just a few people?” thought Gorgin.
Gorgin rounded the corner, and in front of him stood an alien that stood seven feet tall, green scaly skin, fish eyes, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and claws reaching out to him. All Gorgin could do is stare in shock then let out a piercing scream as he started backing up around the corner, then turning and running as fast as he could. Before he reached the end he could hear someone laughing hysterically behind him. He came to a stop and turned around seeing Dwight in the alien outfit pointing at him and laughing.
“I will be taking this to the commander!” he cried out, as soon as he went to his room to change.
“I can’t believe I have two adult men standing in front of me,” said Morgan. “The two of you clowns have been at each other since you came to this station. Should we go over everything the two of you have done to each other?”
“This was all started by Dwight,” said Gorgin. “He was the one who set the dials so I woke-up out of slumber as an old man.”
Morgan and Dwight chuckled over that one.
“That was a quick fix, but it was fun while it lasted,” said Dwight.
“It didn’t end there with the two of you,” said Morgan. “I believe the next mishap is when Dwight transported in the station and appeared in another section with three butt cheeks. Courtesy of Gorgin tampering with the controls.”
“Sitting down was quite comfy,” admitted Dwight with a grin.
“Even though, the two of you have brought much humor to everyone you need to act like adults,” said Morgan. “You think the two of you can do that?”
The two of them nodded their heads.
“Now get out of my sight and do your duties,” demanded Morgan.
Both of them left the room, staring at each other with dislike.
“I would greatly appreciate it if you could move to the other side of the station so I would see you less,” said Gorgin.
“I would say that it would be even better if you would move off the station,” said Dwight.
“Just stay away from me,” both said at the same time, and they went their separate locations.
It was a couple of days later that the two met again.
Gorgin went into what everyone called the “Pet Room” to create himself a pet to keep him company. As he entered the room he saw that Dwight was already in the room at the controls.
“What the heck are you doing in here?” he asked.
Dwight turned to him. “Looking for a pet. What do you think idiot?”
“Hurry up then,” said Gorgin.
Dwight went back to the controls and went back to pushing buttons. Time went by as Gorgin waited impatiently for him to finish.
“I think I got it,” said Dwight. “Oh wait. That won’t do.”
“That is enough,” huffed Gorgin, stomping over to Dwight. “Give me the controls.”
Next moment, both of them were fighting over the controls, pressing and clicking until there was a sudden flash that lit up the room. Both of them stopped and looked at each other with befuddled looks.
“What the heck was that?” asked Gorgin.
“Not a clue,” replied Dwight.
“We should probably check around the station to make sure everything is okay,” said Gorgin.
The two left the room, trying to call the commander, but getting no answer.
“Let’s go to command center first,” said Gorgin.
The two rushed to the command center.
“Dwight did it!” Gorgin cried out as soon as they entered the room.
“No I didn’t!” Dwight called back. “You butted in!”
But the two realized they were wasting there blame game for the commander was nowhere in sight. They looked all over, but no sight of the commander.
“He’s not in the freshening room,” said Dwight coming out after a flush.
“Strange for him to be gone,” said Gorgin.
Then the two of them heard a squeak.
“What the hell was that?” asked Dwight.
“Sounds like the commander has a pet,” replied Gorgin.
The two started looking around until the two came to the commander’s chair. Both saw at the same time a squirrel on the seat looking at both of them. It started chattering, then jumped off the chair.
“I didn’t know the commander had a pet?” asked Dwight.
Gorgin shrugged his shoulders and scratched his head. Then a light bulb popped on inside his head.
“What pet were you looking at getting?” he asked Dwight.
“I was contemplating on getting a tamed squirrel,” he replied.
It didn’t take too long for the two to figure out what happened.
“Did we turn the commander into a squirrel?” asked Dwight.
Gorgin just nodded then the two searched for the squirrel, which ran around the room.
“We need to get him,” Gorgin said.
The two chased after the squirrel, bumping into each other, and Gorgin grabbing the squirrel, but it bit him, and was loose once again.
“We need to get the room robot,” said Gorgin as he shook his hurt finger, going over to the panel.
He pressed some switches and next moment the robot came out.
“Retrieve the squirrel,” said Gorgin.
It didn’t take long for the robot to scoop of the squirrel and deposit it into a glass came.
“Now to see about the rest of the crew,” said Gorgin.
The two of them checked for lifeforms on the station, then checked the screens for each room they detected life. All the lifeforms were squirrels.
“What did you do?” asked Gorgin.
“You were the one pressing numerous buttons,” said Dwight.
“We need to fix this fast,” said Gorgin.
Gorgin released the robots in each room, and the squirrels were scooped up. The other robots were sent to the pet room.
“I hope we can reverse this,” said Gorgin as they headed to the pet room.
All the robots were in the room as the two of them tried to figure out a way to make their crew human again.
“I think I got it,” said Gorgin. “We need to get out of the room so nothing happens to us. The robots will be released once we leave.”
The two left the room, robots released, and there was a bright flash. The two went back into the room and saw everyone was human again. The only thing is that they were all naked. Commander Morgan stood up and looked at the two men with a stare of death.
“We are in trouble,” muttered Dwight.
The next day the two were put in cryosleep until the next crew came in a couple of years. Before both of them lay down for their sleep they looked at each other, and both of them grinned.
Slow Cooker Brisket Sofrito
Slow Cooker Brisket Sofrito is an excellent filling for corn or flour tortillas.
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Yield: 6 to 8 servings
Ingredients
1 (3 pound) brisket
2 teaspoons salt, + extra after cooking
2 teaspoons freshly ground pepper, + extra after cooking
1 large onion, sliced
4 cloves garlic, minced
1 (12 ounce) jar tomato Sofrito
1 teaspoon ground chipotle chili (or more for an extra kick)
Instructions
Season brisket on both sides with salt and pepper.
Place onion and garlic in a 3 1/2 to 5 quart slow cooker. Place brisket on onions and garlic, fat side up. Pour Sofrito over brisket and sprinkle chipotle chili over sauce. Cover and cook on LOW for 9 to 10 hours or until brisket is fork tender.
Carefully remove brisket from cooker with as little sauce as possible. Place on cutting board and cut into three pieces cross grain. Shred beef with two forks and return to cooker. Stir into sauce and season with salt and pepper (and a little more chipotle seasoning if you like it spicy).
Serve with tortillas and other desired toppings.
Nutrition
Per serving: 530 calories; 23g fat (5g saturated fat; 0g trans fat); 195mg cholesterol; 1340mg sodium; 5g carbohydrate; 1g fiber; 0 g sugar; 71g protein; 2% vitamin A; 6% calcium; 20% vitamin C; 35% iron
A MM slice from the past
I generated this chart back in 2019.
What do you think? Do you think that I was accurate in my predictions?
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A confession
This is a heartfelt true confession from the top spokesperson for the Huawei Mate 6.0—Gina Raimondo. In a recent interview, Commerce Secretary Gina Raimondo went beyond discussing export controls, stating that efforts to hold back China in the chip race are ultimately a “fool’s errand.” She stressed that sustained investment in domestic innovation is what will ensure the U.S. remains ahead of Beijing.
Four years after the Biden administration made chip manufacturing a priority, Raimondo explained that the attempts to restrict China’s access to technology haven’t significantly slowed the country’s progress. According to her, export controls are merely “speed bumps” in China’s drive for global technological dominance. “The only way to beat China is to stay ahead of them,” she asserted. “We must run faster and out-innovate them. That’s the way to win.”
Ribs in Orange and Chile Sauce (Costillitas en Naranja)
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Ingredients
2 tablespoons lard or vegetable oil
4 pounds country-style spareribs, cut into individual ribs
2 medium white onions, cut lengthwise into 1/4 inch wide slivers
1 (1 pound) can whole peeled tomatoes, undrained
2 cloves garlic
1 to 2 tablespoons ground, seeded, dried ancho chiles
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 cup fresh orange juice
1/3 cup dry white wine
1/4 cup piloncillo or brown sugar
1 teaspoon shredded orange rind
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 to 2 tablespoons cider vinegar
Orange slices, cut into halves
Fresh cilantro sprigs
Instructions
Heat lard or oil in large Dutch oven over medium heat until hot. Add as many ribs as will fit in single layer without crowding. Cook, turning occasionally, until brown on all sides, 15 to 20 minutes; remove to plate.
Repeat with remaining ribs.
Remove and discard all but 2 tablespoons drippings from pan. Add onions; sauté over medium heat until soft, about 4 minutes.
Process tomatoes and garlic in blender container until smooth.
Add chiles, cinnamon and cloves to onions. Cook and stir over medium heat for 30 seconds.
Add tomato mixture; cook and stir for 5 minutes.
Add orange juice, wine, piloncillo, orange rind and salt to pan; heat over high heat to boiling. Add ribs; reduce heat to low. Simmer, covered, until ribs are tender, about 1 1/2 hours.
Remove ribs to serving plates.
Skim and discard fat from cooking sauce. Stir in vinegar; spoon sauce over ribs.
Serve, garnished with orange slices and cilantro
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South of the Border Shredded Pork
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Yield: 8 to 10 servings
Ingredients
1 (2 1/2 to 3 pound) pork shoulder roast (weight after trimmed of fat)
1 tablespoon oil
1 medium onion, chopped
2 (1.25 ounce) packages taco seasoning mix
1 (14.5 ounce) can Mexican style diced tomatoes
1 (4 ounce) can diced green chiles
Tortillas
Shredded Cheddar or jack cheese
Scallions
Tomatoes
Sour cream
Instructions
Cut pork into 1 1/2-inch chunks and sear in hot oil until browned on all sides.
Add onion, taco seasoning mix, tomatoes and chiles; stir well. Cover and simmer over low heat for 1 hour and 15 minutes.
Remove cover and cook 15 minutes more or until liquid has reduced and sauce is thick.
Shred meat with two forks.
Spoon filling into tortillas and top with desired fillings
I can’t put my finger on why I murdered Jerry, because I lost my fingers in an accident.
Accident. That is to say, Jerry hit the go button on the waste disposal unit while I was fixing it, and it munched my right hand off at the wrist. To be fair, the robotic prosthetic is about a thousand times better than my real hand was, but it hurt like hell at the time. He maintains I said, “Hit it,” but what I said was, “Quit it.” I was always telling Jerry to quit it. He was the most infuriating guy in the entire universe, I’m telling you. I should know; as a DSD I’ve seen more of the universe than most.
A DSD is a Deep Space Diviner. In short, we look for water out in the dark corners of the universe in the hope of finding evidence of alien life. I used to get work out on farms and such, walking around with a curled piece of wire waiting for the thing to snap down towards the ground. That’s when I’d tell the boys to get digging. I never missed. Went all over the country helping folks get water out of the ground. I’m telling you, I could find water in the middle of a goddamn desert. Now I follow my hunches into deep space.
When I heard they were asking for water diviners to head into space I thought it was some big joke. Checked the date to see if it was April 1st and everything. But it’s no joke. Turns out it’s cheaper to have guys like me out in space than sending probes from Earth.
So anyway, they’ve had us out in Sector 35 for two years. Me and Jerry Portman. I told them I could do it on my own, but company regulations state I gotta have a partner. Jerry goddamn Portman from Chicago. I couldn’t stand him.
How do I explain this to you? I mean, how do you come across a guy that can make you feel claustrophobic in the vastness of space? Even when I couldn’t see him, it was like he was right next to me with his stale open-mouth breathing. I’ve sent countless requests to be transferred, or have him transferred, or sought permission to blast him out the goddamn airlock, but no luck. I knew nothing was going to come of all the complaints, but it was the only way I could get the frustration off my chest.
It’s true that in space no one can hear you scream, but email works pretty good.
Anyway, that opening line about not being able to put my finger on why I killed him on account of not having any fingers? That’s the type of corny gag that Jerry loved. Drove me crazy. Is there anything more infuriating than a guy who laughs at his own jokes? I must have heard him use variations of “lend you a hand”, “right-hand man”, and “second hand” about a million times. He laughed every single time like it was the first time anyone ever said, “Get a grip” to a guy who just lost their hand and was rolling around on the floor spraying blood all over the goddamn ship.
You ever see a gushing wound in zero gravity? It’s really something. It looks like the wound is spurting little red balloons. Or, it’s like looking at cells under a microscope.
Space does that. Changes your perception of size. Entire planets appear tiny, then, the next second, a speck of space rock hitting the ship could end your entire existence. Big is small, small is enormous.
Anyway, the latest thing with Jerry was he wanted to head out on this new vector. I’m telling you right now, where he wanted to go is a bust. Oh, but he’s “got a feeling”. Feeling, my ass. This guy hadn’t found a goddamn drop of water in two years. Plus, we would have had to go through a goddamn asteroid belt.
It’s not that he was bad at his job—he was terrible—it’s that he was bad at everything. I mean, literally, everything. You ever meet a guy who couldn’t even use the goddamn toothpaste properly? I mean, who squeezes from the middle? Leaves the lid open so I’ve got a tube that’s flat through the centre, with all the good paste at the bottom, blocked by dried toothpaste at the top. He was such a goddamn imbecile.
The thing is, though, medically speaking—on paper—he was a goddamn genius. Like, off the charts smart. He’s just got no common sense. Know what I mean? As in, he could solve the most complex mathematical equation known to man, but he’d set fire to his helmet. He really did that. Tried to make some modifications and shorted the regulator. Nearly killed us. He was always nearly killing us.
I’ll say it: Jerry Portman was the stupidest guy ever to be classified as a genius.
I swear he has nearly killed me at least a dozen times. Obviously, losing my hand was pretty bad, but he’s also shut off my oxygen while I was outside repairing a cracked solar panel. I was under 50% oxygen saturation when I finally got back inside. That much carbon dioxide in your lungs? You can’t take that too long. When I hit the emergency retract button on my umbilical to get back inside, well, let me just say, if I’d had the strength to even stand up, I swear that would have been it. I would have murdered Jerry right then.
I think the worst one was when he opened the bay door—that’s where we keep the drones—before I was in my suit. I know it’s against the regulations to be in the drone bay without your suit because of the potential for that exact situation, but fucking Jerry, man. The guys who wrote the regulations must have been like, “What’s the most galactically stupid thing anyone could do in any given situation?” and then they’d write a rule just for kicks. They were probably laughing their asses off the entire time. “No one could be that much of a moron,” they’d say. But guess what, fellas. Jerry Portman is your guy. It’s just lucky there’s a ten-second warning before the doors open.
You know the worst thing about guys like Jerry? It’s never their fault.
“It was an accident.”
He said it every goddamn time. It’s always an accident with these guys. Like that absolves them from any wrongdoing. As if just because you didn’t do it on purpose, all is forgiven.
Imagine opening the bay door while there’s a guy in there working on the drones.
Speaking of the drones. Jerry lost another one yesterday. This should come as a great surprise to exactly no one, but even for him, this was stupid. That’s three of our six drones lost. Don’t worry, Jerry. They’re only worth about half a billion dollars each.
“But they’re fitted with a homing device to automatically self-dock if they lose the control signal” I hear you say. Yeah, well, you haven’t met Jerry. He’s the kind of guy a car salesman tells, “Pal, if you’re the kind of guy that accidentally locks his keys in the car, then this is the car for you. You can’t do it, see? It’s impossible.”
Then, a week later, Jerry’s back and tells the guy he’s locked the keys in the goddamn car.
Can you imagine being stuck in space with Jerry Portman? I’m telling you, it’s the pits.
The first drone Jerry lost was on account of him tinkering with it. He was trying to make the water sensor more sensitive after striking out on another of his feelings. He’s always making excuses that it’s the equipment’s fault when he strikes out. So, yeah. The first drone he tinkered with—well, we don’t know what he did exactly—but the first time we took it out after he fiddled with it, it took off like a bullet and it was gone.
I can still see Jerry watching the screen as we lost the signal. He was like a kid who’d taken his model plane out for its first flight and watched it disappear over the trees never to be seen again. Only this model plane cost half a billion dollars.
The second one, I’m not sure about. He swears he didn’t touch it. For all his million faults, one thing Jerry wasn’t, was a liar. Maybe we chalk that one up to bad luck. Maybe the drone was a dud.
But the latest one? Jesus Christ. I won’t bore you with a bunch of technical crap about how the drones work, let’s just say in the simplest terms, it confirms the presence of water in any form within a given target. Most commonly, this means we find a meteorite that we feel has potential, and the drone sends out a probe to take a sample. It’s basically a drill that bores into the target and removes a metre-long cylinder of material. If there’s a trace of water—it’s ice, of course—there’s a bunch of readings and measurements done by the computer and it sends the data back to Earth for further analysis.
As you can imagine, a machine that performs this function is incredibly complex. So you don’t just open up a panel and start poking around with a goddamn Phillips-head. Well, you and I wouldn’t. But you know who would?
So, yesterday he’s telling me, “I know what I’m doing this time,” as if he’s read the manual since losing the first drone. I just shake my head and leave him to it. I used to argue with him all the time, but I learnt pretty quick what a waste of breath that was. He’s one of those guys that when they get something in their head, you can’t shake it no matter how much sense you’re making. They could be wearing a red tshirt and you say, “Nice red tshirt,” and they say, “What’re talking about? It’s blue,” and you just have to say, “Fine, you moron. It’s blue,” and walk away.
That’s what Jerry was like when he was tinkering. Maybe part of me thought he’d electrocute himself so I wouldn’t have to murder him.
When he finished playing around with this drone, he came back into the control room and placed these screws and some other little bits and pieces in a drawer. He did it as if he didn’t want me to see it, but I saw it clear as day. You know when someone gets home drunk and they’re trying to be quiet but they make way more noise than if they just stumbled around? People trying to be discrete just scream I’m up to something fishy.
So I say to Jerry, “What are those, from the drone?”
And he just says, “They’re spare. We don’t actually need them.”
Then I go off on one about how every single thing on this ship right down to the tiniest screw has been reduced in size and weight to make everything as light as possible—like, the angle of trajectory for our landing factors in the weight of the urine that will be in our bladders—but sure, Jerry. They’ve included a bunch of spare parts. “It’s not a goddamn IKEA chair, Jerry” I remember saying that to him like he was hiding some leftover dowel he forgot to put in.
Well, sure as eggs, Jerry sent the drone out yesterday and I’ll give you one guess what happened to it. You’re goddamn right it blew up. Nearly killed us.
He’s just lucky the drone was far enough from the ship that the explosion didn’t do any damage to the ship. Nothing that the self-diagnostics picked up, anyway. Naturally, I did my block at Jerry for nearly killing us again and I said someone’s going to have to go outside and have a closer inspection of the hull. Now, normally I’d be the guy that does that. I mean, you can’t leave something that important up to Jerry goddamn Portman.
Then I had a thought—maybe I would send Jerry out. It would be a real shame if his umbilical somehow untethered from the ship and he floated out into space…
Ashamed as I am to admit it, this was not the first time I’d thought about killing Jerry.
Did I tell you about the time Jerry destroyed one of my samples? You know how people who can’t cook, they say “Oh, so-and-so could burn water.” That’s what Jerry did. We got this sample back on the probe one time and it had all these microorganisms in it. The core sample was about 85% ice. Normally, we’re lucky if it’s even 5%. The core analysis told us it contained 37 different forms of bacteria plus a bunch of other unidentifiable crap all suspended in ice. It was the most exciting goddamn discovery since penicillin. So I placed the core in the freezer and looked forward to the fame and fortune awaiting those DSDs lucky enough to find something. I couldn’t sleep that cycle I was so excited.
Of course, back then I didn’t have a complete understanding of the magnitude of Jerry’s stupidity. Had I known better, I would have guarded that freezer with my goddamn life.
Now, it wouldn’t have surprised me in the least to discover Jerry had destroyed my sample by switching the freezer off by accident. These things happen to the best of us. But Jerry isn’t your average moron. No, Jerry decides he wants to take a look at the sample himself under the microscope. Only, the microscope doesn’t work with a chunk of ice, you gotta melt it down to go in a petri dish. So Jerry puts the core in the blast box—the blast box, I should explain, is this unit that works like an oven or freezer depending on what you need heating or chilling. Only, the blast box will roast or freeze something in three seconds. In hindsight, this is exactly the sort of thing you could see happening, but the designers of the blast box would have been counting on the operators being actual scientists, not Jerry goddamn Portman.
Now, someone like you or me, we’d take a small piece of the sample if we wanted to take a closer look. Not Jerry, though. Jerry Portman’s the kind of guy who takes your alien lifeforms precariously suspended in million-year-old ice and microwaves them to kingdom come. “Why the hell did he…? Oh, never mind,” I hear you saying. You’re getting the picture now. He cost me a lot that day. Maybe not money—who knows—but certainly renown. They probably would have named one of the bacteria after me.
That was two years ago, but I remember it like yesterday. Time flies when you’re having fun.
Yesterday, when Jerry was out on the spacewalk, I considered trying to make it look like an accident. But there are so many instruments taking every goddamn reading on this ship that they’d know for sure I had something to do with it. I mean, no amount of tinkering could have got the drone to accidentally deploy its probe with such surgical precision right up Jerry Portman’s goddamn ass.
I’ll be leaving Sector 35 for Earth in a year next week. When I splashdown and I get arrested on live television, it’ll be because I murdered Jerry Portman. They’ll drag me out of the ocean next to those giant orange balloon floaties and put me straight in handcuffs but I’ll be laughing my ass off. You can’t spell manslaughter without laughter, right?
I’ll be thinking about the last thing Jerry saw as he was fatally probed: me in the cockpit with the drone remote, my smiling face looking out through the glass where I’d stuck a piece of paper saying IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
Thousands of little red balloons.
I just want them to know I was provoked. I was standing my ground. I feared for my life, Your Honor.
It wasn’t self-defence, really, more like self-preservation. I’m not sure if there’re any laws about killing in self-preservation but if I didn’t kill him, he was going to kill me. I’m absolutely goddamn sure of it.
And yeah. I kind of miss the meals that I used to have growing up as a boy.
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This is an American meal, made from ground beef, eggs, bread and some spices.
It is usually served with mashed potatoes.
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Usually a side of peas, corn or carrots were the norm.
And of course, my folks ALWAYS had a salad.
I used to take the bread that my mother would put on the table, and make a meatloaf sandwich from it.
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I’d then take the slice of meatloaf and then get the lettuce, the tomato, and the onions from my salad, and coat it with the salad dressing that was always on the table.
Very good eatin’.
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Here’s the basic idea; you get a slice of meatloaf on your plate with two or three sides…
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Another thing that I haven’t had in years is American-style pork chops.
Now I eat pork commonly in China, and my wife has some great pork ribs and meals that she makes for me.
But the American style chips is what I grew up with.
We would eat “stuffed pork chops”, “breaded pork chops”, and “fried pork chops”. Always with a side of apple sauce and some peas or corn.
Maybe a mashed potato side.
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American style meals pretty much ended in the 1980’s.
Oh there were hold outs, but the entire American culture seemed to eat out all the time. Yet when I grew up, we rarely ate out.
Maybe a few times a year. Yeah. No kidding.
We always ate in the dining room. Never in the television room.
We would lay a tablecloth down, and then once the meal was done, it would either be folded up or thrown into the laundry.
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Staples were always a salad, a loaf of sliced bread (right out of the plastic bag no less), and a set up table settings.
Everyone got a glass for their beverage, and a glass of ice water. Mostly us kids drank milk, with our water.
Our parents drank wine, and had an after dinner coffee.
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We always had a dessert. Monday through Friday, we usually had either a ice cream, or a cake or pie for dessert, with ice cream being the most common, and the pies the most desirable.
Blueberry pie!
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A dessert with every meal.
This was a normal household meal.
Eating a family made meal is of great importance, and that is one of the reasons why I insist on it at home in my household.
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Sometimes the meals are really simple, and other times more elaborate.
And no, my wife is not an expert chef, but she tries and some of her food preparations are great. And some just so-so.
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Whatever you do. Enjoy what you have and treasure the moments together.
Memories.
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Memories.
Great memories.
Who knows, one day, when you are older you will be as wistful as MM dreaming of the “good old days” in the living room.
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Today…
As a nurse, what is the most tragic discovery you have made while treating a patient?
Thanks Amy Potter for asking me to answer this question. A mother brought her son into the Emergency Department. I was triaging him. She said that he just started choking suddenly,no trigger. That child was so scared, looking at me with big dark eyes. My gut was screaming that something was wrong. I was not going to miss it, whatever it was. Then – I saw it. Faint bruising developing on that toddler’s throat. In a distinct shape of a hand. I made myself say calmly, “did he hit something? Why is throat bruising up?” Then all hell broke loose. The mother cried that her boyfriend tried to choke the child in front of her but she she pulled the child away and rushed him to the nearby hospital.. So, I got them in a room by themselves, told the doctor what was up and got security to be outside the room until the police came. I remember getting upset that the mother did not want the boyfriend in trouble. I told the police that I would testify if needed about all that I saw and heard. I did not have to do that. I know the boyfriend was arrested that night, but could not follow up after that. The fear that child had in his eyes haunts me.
What impact has the rejection of Chinese trade by western countries had on China’s economy?
It has little to no effect. Don’t be so full of yourself, the US and EU is no longer the biggest market nor is it the richest market. China his the biggest trading partner of 170/195 nations on earth and US market is now at best 10% or so of the world’s demand. If the US chooses to import inflation instead of deflation that is the US own funeral. China will let the US have a long rope to hang itself! So is Europe! And so are the US slave nations!
Life battles
How will China secure its semiconductor supply without Taiwan?
Sheer Innovation
The Chinese working with AI use a method called Stack Hierarchy
In the US – A ML / Transformer AI model is trained with an average of 650 Servers each with 32 GPUs
The Chinese don’t have access to as many servers
So they first create a smaller AI Model and then use that Smaller AI Model to train and create another Smaller AI Model and in the process through Supervised Learning, evolve itself
So each smaller Model evolves into larger models and teaches other models guided by researchers
This way you can do with 70 Servers with 20 -30 GPUs each
And Guess what?
These Models work perfectly
Chinese company trained GPT-4 rival with just 2,000 GPUs — 01.ai spent $3M compared to OpenAI’s $80M to $100M
With fewer resources, you have to maximize their efficiency.
SMIC for instance could only manage 23% high quality yield for the 9010 Threaded 7 nm Chips for the Mate 60 compared to TSMC
This limited Huawei to produce only 1/3 of their intended output
However for the Mate 70 – SMIC reported a 56% high quality yield for the 9010 with single threaded 7 nm Chips and 19% high quality yield for the 9020 with double threaded high quality chips
So Huawei can produce almost 2/3 of their Intended output
Using DUV Machines rather than EUV Machines used by TSMC
My Son for instance can run a simulation only Sixteen times a week
That’s because they use a Fully Indigenous System with an Indigenous Processor so that tomorrow US can’t sanction and stop research
A Western System can make you run 1000 simulations easily
Sixty Times More
Yet Chinese Researchers are attuned to ensure they achieve all their objectives in 16 simulations and thus they use their brains in a way Americans can never imagine
Every Saturday the Engineers of the Indigenous System come and take feedback for improvements
And both sides benefit and evolve
So China manages High Quality Research without Taiwanese Input
China gets full access to Taiwanese Chips like Snapdragon for all commercial applications and for buyers like Xiaomi or Oppo
US has no objections to any of that
It’s only Chips related to high quality research that are being throttled
China responds by innovation of the type the US hasn’t seen in at least 30–40 years
This takes me back…
Not Hollywood, is what we marched to.
What are things to avoid when it comes to anti-aging?
Eating. Eating is a good thing to avoid if you are fighting aging and death.
I have read how great blueberries and strawberries are for you. I began to eat them. Till I came across an article saying that blueberries and strawberries are among the “dirtiest” foods out there. By dirty, they mean among the most heavily sprayed with pesticides. Pesticides are cancer threats. I quit eating blueberries and strawberries.
I’d read of how healthy salmon is for you. Salmon reduces cholesterol, fights inflammation, lowers blood pressure. So then I started eating salmon. Till I learned that they contain large amounts of mercury, something that can give you cancer.
I’d read recently of the wonderful benefits of watermelon. So I figured I would go the whole hog on watermelon by buying the Ocean Spray watermelon juice. I began to drink gallons of it. Good, too. Then I learned how heavily watermelon is sprayed with insecticide. Cancer again. So I threw all my watermelon juice away.
Lucky for me, I’d found an article touting the incredible benefits of olives and olive oil, one of the great Mediterranean foods, so I began eating 50 olives a day. I saw immediate results. My digestion began to improve, I felt more energetic than ever. Then I read an article yesterday saying that tests have shown that olives have the strange effect of metastasizing cancer quickly. That electrified me with fear. I was so terrified that I wanted to take an emetic to rid myself of every trace of olives and olive oil.
So here I sit with a fine pre-Thanksgiving pecan pie that my wife was good enough to make today. No fears on THIS food. After all, all the pecans in it fell from my very own trees. And I’m adding a huge shovelful of ice cream, now melting rapidly into the pie’s warm surface. Nothing wrong with ice cream. It’s the All-American treat! Now don’t ruin it for me by telling me how many calories and how much fat it has or what it will do to my cholesterol. I have found the one food I’ve read nothing carcinogenic about. And anyway, if all the fat and calories and sugar kill me, I’ll die a profoundly happy man. Much better way to go than eating olives or guzzling olive oil.
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Mississippi Delta Tamales
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Yield: 7 to 8 dozen
Ingredients
Filling
6 to 8 pounds boneless meat (pork shoulder, chuck roast or chicken)
3/4 cup vegetable oil
1/4 cup chili powder
2 tablespoons paprika
2 tablespoons salt
2 teaspoons black pepper
1 teaspoon ground cayenne pepper
1 tablespoon onion powder
1 tablespoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon ground cumin
Wrappers
Corn husks
Corn Meal Dough
8 cups yellow cornmeal or masa mix (available in most grocery stores)
4 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons salt
1 2/3 cups lard or vegetable shortening
6 to 8 cups warm meat broth (from cooking the meat)
Instructions
Filling
Cut meat into large chunks and place in a large, heavy pot. Cover with cold water. Bring to a boil over high heat. Cover, reduce heat to medium-low and simmer until meat is very tender, 2 to 2 1/2 hours. Remove meat and reserve cooking liquid.
When meat is cool enough to handle, remove and discard any skin and large chunks of fat. Shred or dice meat into small pieces. There should be about 14 to 16 cups of meat.
Heat the vegetable oil in a large, heavy pot over medium heat. Stir in chili powder, paprika, salt, pepper, cayenne, onion powder, garlic powder and cumin. Add meat and stir to coat with oil and spices. Cook, stirring often, until meat is thoroughly heated, 7 to 10 minutes. Set aside.
Wrappers: While meat is cooking, soak husks in a large bowl of very warm water, until softened and pliable, about 2 hours. Gently separate husks into single leaves, trying not to tear them. Wash off any dust and discard any corn silks. Keep any shucks that split to the side, since two small pieces can be overlapped and used as one.
Corn Meal Dough
Stir cornmeal, baking powder, salt and lard together in a large bowl until well blended. Gradually stir in enough warm meat broth to make soft, spongy dough the consistency of thick mashed potatoes. The dough should be quite moist, but not wet. Cover with a damp cloth.
To assemble the tamales, remove a corn husk from water and pat it dry. Lay husk on a work surface. Spread about 1/4 cup of the dough in an even layer across the wide end of husk to within 1 inch of edges. Spoon about 1 tablespoon of meat mixture in a line down the center of dough. Roll husk so that dough surrounds filling and forms a cylinder or package. Fold bottom under to close. Place tamales in a single layer on a baking sheet. Repeat until all dough and filling is used.
Stand tamales upright, closed side down, in a large pot. Place enough tamales in the pot so that they do not fall over or unroll. Carefully fill pot with enough water to come just to the top of the tamales, trying not to pour water directly into the tamales. Bring to a boil over high heat. Cover, reduce heat to medium-low and simmer until dough is firm and pulls away from the husk easily and cleanly, about 1 hour.
If you prefer to steam tamales, stand tamales upright, closed side down, in a large steamer basket. Cover with a damp towel or additional husks. Steam tamales over simmering water until dough is firm and pulls away from the husk easily and cleanly, 1 to 1 1/4 hours.
Serve tamales warm, in their husks. Remove husks to eat.
Cassie Swenson had always struggled with her weight. She had come to terms with it, and her group of friends were supportive. But moving to a new town and starting at a new school filled her with a dread she hadn’t felt for a long time. She recognized and remembered the fear of meeting an entirely new group of students.
She stood looking up at the school building, dreading walking inside. She forced a smile and began to walk up the stairs. You can do this, she said to herself as she reached for the handle of the door and hesitated.
When she was inside, she went to the principal’s office to get her class assignment and then walked slowly towards the room indicated on the list where her history class was located. She looked through the small pane of glass and saw the class was deep in discussion already.
With a deep sigh she opened the door and the entire class turned and looked at her. She walked up to the teacher and handed him the paper. Mr. Wilkins looked at the paper then at her and smiled slightly.
“Ok class, we have a new student. This is Cassandra Swenson,” he said almost too happily. She leaned in and whispered in his ear that she preferred Cassie. He smiled back and stood back up. “This is Cassie Swenson, please welcome her and make her feel at home.”
“Hello Cassie,” the entire class replied with much less enthusiasm.
“Hmm, very good,” Mr. Wilkins said blandly. “Umm ok, Cassie, please take a seat and feel free to join in anytime.”
She walked down the aisle to the only seat available towards the middle of the classroom as everyone watched her. She felt instantly like she was on display and hated it.
“Ok we were discussing the possible theories regarding the disappearance of the Jamestown Settlement, who has any new ideas that haven’t been addressed yet?” Mr. Wilkins asked brightly.
Debbie looked at Cassie and raised her hand. “Maybe they got eaten,” she said coldly. Everyone in the class laughed when they realized what she meant. Cassie turned away from her and shrank further in her chair.
Later in the cafeteria, she waited online when Stacy Beacham waved her over as she stood with Debbie closer to the front. “Here,” she said slyly, “you look like you need food more than we do, just try to save some for the rest of us.” Everyone on the line laughed as Cassie turned and walked away feeling totally humiliated.
After the day was over Cassie went straight home and ran up to her room. What a horrible day, she thought as she collapsed in her chair and looked at the blank screen. She quickly logged in and looked up ways to deal with bullies at school.
As she looked at the various websites that came up on the list, one stood out from the others. She hadn’t ever seen a web address like this before and the difference intrigued her. She hesitated for only a moment and clicked on the link. Her screen blinked and crackled for a moment. A warning came up on her screen from her virus protection. You are about to enter the dark web. Please be careful what information you share.
She thought for a moment and was about to click the button to close the website when her phone vibrated. She picked it up and looked at the message. There was a new posting on the school’s website.
Since the school is looking for a new mascot, it began, we have a proposal. There was a link to a picture underneath, and she instinctively clicked on it. The pic was very familiar. She recognized the features immediately. The shoulder-length brown hair, the glasses. The face was hers, but the body had been photoshopped into a pig’s body. We will name the new mascot Swineson, the caption under the picture read.
Her heart sank and her eyes welled up. She knew a new school would be hard, but she never expected this after just one day. She tossed her phone down and held her face in her hands trying to fight back the emotions.
As she removed her hands from her eyes, she glanced back at her computer screen. The warning was still flashing on the screen but behind it she saw the words, tired of being bullied? We can help. Without caring about the virus threat any longer she closed her security warning and clicked enter on the website.
Welcome to Bullyproof appeared on her screen in bold red letters. She entered her information to sign up as a member. As usual, she skipped over the fine print agreement. Those things are all the same, she scoffed as she clicked next.
A new screen came up asking her to choose her level of protection. A circle with a red line through it labeled standard, asked if she wanted to simply monitor any references to her name. Under that was a lightning bolt with the words next to it, delete any references to your name as soon as they are identified.
That’s better she thought to herself, but I don’t know. She continued to read and at the very bottom was a skull with the words next to it, Delete Posters.
Hmmm, she thought. Deleting the poster from my social media is probably the best way to deal with it. She clicked on the skull.
Her phone vibrated almost instantly. She picked it up and looked at it. The new app icon was right there in the middle of her main screen.
Bullyproof, you have selected maximum protection click to activate. She clicked on the icon and a scanning bar appeared. It began to fill up very slowly as the app scanned the internet for what it was looking for. It moved very slowly and underneath were the words, this may take a while.
After about an hour, she decided the day had caught up with her and she went to bed.
The clock next to her bed read 1:18 am, when her phone buzzed. The app has finished its scan. Preparing to initiate safety measures, the screen flashed. Instantly the signal from her phone contacted the satellites in orbit and bounced all over the town reaching out to any device that had a connection to any posting about Cassie. It found only two and accessed their information.
She woke in the morning and had almost forgotten that her phone was still searching when she grabbed it to check for any messages. The app indicated it had one match identified. She clicked on it and the picture of the pig came up and her heart sank again. Under the picture was a name. Posted by Deborah Stratton.
She thought for a moment, that was one of the girls in my history class. The name glared out at her and made her angry just seeing it. Click apply to delete poster, the app read under the name.
Without even thinking she clicked on the button and the skull’s eyes lit up bright red. Poster scheduled for deletion. It reached out across the electronic connections all over town and linked with Debbie’s phone.
Debbie stood in front of the principal’s desk waiting for him to say something as he read the report Mrs. Applewhite had filled out. “Well Miss Stratton,” he said with a sigh. “Since you like having fun in the cafeteria, you can help Mrs. Applewhite restock the freezer after school today,” Principal Lewis said stamping the paper on the desk in front of him and smiling
“Umm, it’s Friday,” Debbie snapped defensively.
“Very good, Miss Stratton, now that you know the days of the week, we’ll have you up to months of the year in no time,” Mr. Lewis said sarcastically as he handed her the paper.
“Ughh” she sighed. “My dad’s gonna hear about this,” she snapped and snatched the paper out of his hand. She quickly turned and stomped out of the office, slamming the door behind her. Mr. Lewis shook his head disappointedly as he watched her leave.
In the cafeteria, Debbie was watching Mrs. Applewhite stack the boxes on the shelf in the freezer. Suddenly the door closed causing Debbie to jump slightly.
“Don’t worry about that, it’s programmed to do that, so the cold doesn’t get out. But don’t worry, it won’t lock,” Mrs. Applewhite smiled. “This is a new state-of-the-art freezing unit, best in the district.”
“Ughh, I’m sure it’s the greatest if you have nothing else going on in your life,” Debbie sighed and rolled her eyes.
Mrs. Applewhite’s smile disappeared. “I know you’re young and think you’re very hot Miss Stratton, but that’s no reason to be so cold to people,” she said as she pushed the door open to get more food.
Debbie followed her out. “Can we please skip the ethics lesson and get this done so I can get out of here?” She asked impatiently.
“I have a better idea,” Mrs. Applewhite said with a smile returning to her face. “Why don’t you finish this, I’m going to go start my weekend. I don’t have to waste time on this kind of thing with a person like you. Finish this and then you can go,” she said grabbing her purse and walking out in a bit of a huff.
After about 20 minutes she looked at her watch, “Ughh, 6:30?” she sighed. She grabbed more of the boxes and walked into the freezer and was stacking them on the shelf when she heard the door close again making her jump again just a little and drop the boxes. “Stupid machine,” she said angrily as she picked them up and placed them on the shelf.
Her cellphone sprang to life on the counter outside and connected with the freezer unit. The lock was easy to access and was reprogrammed so it activated.
Inside the freezer, Debbie finished stacking the boxes and rubbed her arms to get some warmth back, it felt colder for some reason. She pushed on the door handle and expected it to open just as it had done so many times before, but it didn’t budge. She pushed again this time harder but still nothing.
Outside the freezer, the digital temperature reading was accessed by her phone and began to lower. It was now 0 degrees and was rapidly going down. It passed -10, then -20, then -30.
Inside the freezer, Debbie was pounding on the door but there was no one left in the cafeteria to hear. She was screaming as the temperature got colder and colder. She grabbed anything she could find to try to break the glass, but it was too thick. She saw ice crystals forming all along it and they began to obscure the view to the outside.
By the time the temperature reached -60, her hair and skin began to get covered with frost and the temperature still fell. She sat down getting very tired from the cold and before long fell asleep.
Within minutes the temperature reached -90 and her internal body began to freeze.
Saturday morning, Mrs. Applewhite walked in and found the rest of the boxes stacked on the counter. She shook her head and cursed as she saw Debbie’s cellphone on the counter. “Stupid girl,” she said grabbing the boxes. She pulled open the freezer door, which had previously returned to its original setting, and walked into the freezer.
She screamed as soon as she saw Debbie’s frozen body in the corner.
Cassie came down in the morning and headed to the kitchen for breakfast. It was 10:30 and she’d slept late since it was Saturday, and it was such a rough week. When she walked in her mother immediately hugged her tightly. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry,” she said with her voice trembling.
Cassie looked confused for a moment when she noticed the news on the laptop on the table. A picture of her school surrounded by ambulances and police cars filled the screen. “What happened?” she asked pulling away from her mother and getting closer to hear what was being said.
“Police still aren’t sure how the girl became trapped in the freezer, but it is being called a tragic accident,” the reporter said. “The unit was installed a few months ago and appears to be working fine at this time but it will be shut down until more extensive tests can be done. A candlelight vigil is being scheduled for this evening at the school. Once again repeating 16-year-old Deborah Stratton was found this morning frozen to death in a freezer at…”
“Oh my god,” Cassie shrieked and backed away from the screen. “I knew her, she’s in my history class and..” she caught herself when she remembered the app on her phone.
She raced upstairs and grabbed her phone and opened the app. User Deleted came up on the screen. She tossed the phone down and covered her mouth to hold in a scream. Oh my god, that’s impossible, she thought frantically. It must just be a coincidence.
Most of the school turned out for the vigil that evening. Cassie walked through the crowd, who largely ignored her now with everything that had happened. She noticed Stacy at the front of the line with tears running down her face.
“Stacy, I’m so sorry,” Cassie said as she reached out her arms to hug her for support.
“Ugh, get away,” Stacy said bitterly as she recoiled. “How can someone like you get to live and a beautiful person like Debbie dies so horribly.”
Cassie listened and couldn’t help feeling totally rejected. Inside her pocket, her phone sprang to life as the microphone picked up every word Stacy had said. Cassie turned and walked away slowly with her head hung. Maybe she was hurt and just lashing out, but maybe she was just always a mean person she thought to herself as she pulled out her phone to text her mother that she was on her way home.
She instantly noticed the 1 on the corner of the bullyproof app and clicked on it. The screen lit up with the display and played the recording of Stacy’s voice. One post discovered, the app read. Press apply for deletion.
She looked at it long and hard and listened to the recording again. The words stung more than before, but what if this app did have something to do with Debbie’s death, she thought.
She closed the app and shoved the phone back in her pocket and continued walking. After a few minutes, the phone chimed again and the 1 appeared back on the app. She opened it.
You are tired of being treated so badly, you do not have to stand for it, press apply for deletion, The app wrote.
Cassie thought about it and said “no, no one deserves to die just because of what they say”, she said aloud to the phone.
It will not stop, she will continue, press apply for deletion, the app responded and played the recording again.
Cassie’s blood began to boil. “It would be nice to not have to deal with it anymore,” she said softly.
Press apply for deletion, the app displayed.
She clicked on the skull and the eyes glowed red again as the app reached out and contacted Stacy’s phone. Cassie smiled slightly and shoved the phone back in her pocket and continued home.
Stacy left the vigil and climbed into her car and began driving home. As she approached the railroad crossing, she stopped as the lights flashed indicating that a train was coming. She sighed and waited impatiently.
Her phone sprang to life and connected with her car’s onboard computer. It quickly bypassed the braking system, and the car began to slowly roll forward. In a fit of panic, Stacy reached for the door handle just as the locks went down and sealed her inside. The car continued to roll onto the tracks as she struggled to get out.
She looked out the passenger window and noticed the train lights approaching from around the bend as she struggled to break the glass to get out. The engineer tried to apply the brakes as quickly as he could, but he had no time to stop by the time he had seen her car on the tracks.
The train slammed into her car at 50 MPH dragging it along the tracks in front of it before it finally burst into flames.
Cassie woke in the morning and came down for breakfast only to notice her mother white as a sheet. “I just can’t believe it,” she said as she looked up at Cassie. “Another girl from your school died last night after that candlelight vigil.”
“Once again,” the reporter on the screen said, “another girl, 17-year-old Stacy Beacham was killed last night when her car apparently stalled on the train tracks at Madison Street, this just after 16-year-old Deborah Stratton’s body was discovered at the town’s high school frozen to death in a freezer. Both are being called tragic accidents.”
Cassie looked at her mother, “oh it’s so horrible,” she said. She turned to go back upstairs and smiled a slight smile as she patted the phone in her pocket.
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DOGE Finds Complete Corruption in U.S. Treasury – CANNOT TRACK PAYMENTS
The Department of Government Efficiency has begun its audit of the United States Treasury and the level of institutionalized corruption is staggering: $4.7 TRILLION.
In the Treasury computer payment system, there is a field called the Treasury Access Symbol (TAS). It is an identification code linking a Treasury payment to a budget line item (standard financial process).
In the Federal Government, the TAS field was optional for ~$4.7 Trillion in payments and was often . . . left blank, making traceability almost impossible.
As a result of this field being left blank, a Treasury person could go into the computer, have it issue a check or Wire Transfer for almost any amount, payable to literally anyone, anywhere, or anything – or nothing – and there is no way to trace the budget item or agency that is supposed to authorize and pay for it.
Just one HUGE pile of money going wherever they tell it to go, with no way to trace why.
As of Saturday, this is now a required field, increasing insight into where money is actually going.
INTERVIEW: Cruising for a severe bruising
Is China really as terrible as BBC says it is?
BBC is known as British Bullshit Channel the world over! I have a confession to make Up to a decade ago I would tuned on to BBC world service channel when I travel down south from Kuala lumpur towards Singapore without fail. I am an English Educated person who graduated in UK umpteenth years ago and I still feel comfortable with the British accents and loved to hear some creative journalism!
Yes you may want to know about the BBC world service? It was meant to quell communism and indoctrinate Singaporean and Southern Malayan peninsular people from the colonial days. Somehow Singapore allowed them to function till today. As I began searching for truths and facts I find it hilarious that every single word coming out from BBC on China is a hateful narrative is nothing but an outright lie and it is twisted to suite the Anglo Saxon narrative. Some decades ago I totally turned and tuned off from BBC.
It is really shameful and pathetic attempt to slur and demonised China and the Chinese race! I am sure I am not the only one who feels that way about BBC reporting. Last week I saw a podcast that exposed a BBC reporter intentionally baiting relatives of the victim of a disgruntled man due to his divorce proceedings at the time when many people were grieving. It is so heartbreaking to see the man calling him and his videographer from reporting and filming being turned by BBC into a purported police officer hiding truths.
The world must stop BBC doing shit against innocent people worldwide and throw their reporters to 30 years imprisonment each to teach them a lesson. L laws should be passed to sentence them to death for their crimes against humanity.
«Look, I understand… yes… yes… but I don’t have any money right now… Yes, I understand… Look, let’s discuss it in person, it’s not convenient over the phone…»
Henry didn’t have time to finish the sentence, the phone slipped out of his wet hands and fell right down the drain.
«Wonderful… beautiful rain. How I love this rain!»
***
“Mom, I’m home,” Henry said.
“Hey, how was your day?”
“It was a good day, but I drowned my phone.”
“What did you say? What are you going to do now? How are you going to live without it?”
“I don’t know, but I think I’ll be fine.”
“Are you going somewhere with your friends tomorrow, aren’t you? How are you going to keep in touch with me and the others?” my mom asked.
“I’ll text them on the computer, but I don’t know, I don’t have the money for a new phone.”
“All people are like people, except you” Mom concluded.
***
It was a sunny afternoon when Henry met up with his friends. They were going to visit one of the ancient World War II fortresses.
“That’s funny, and how are you going to be without a phone now?”
“Look, I don’t know, people lived somehow, so I’m gonna try.”
“Henry, for God sake, do not get lost, because the fortress is big, a lot of museums, halls and places. How are we going to find you?”
“All right, do not worry, mates” Henry replied.
“If you get lost, you know where our car is,” concluded one of the friends.
The fortress was truly unique and rich in historical events. Ancient fortress walls with bullet marks, traces from former trenches, memorials and monuments. The old bunker attracted the most Henry’s attention. Henry reached into his pocket automatically for his phone. Missed.
“Oh, right… Okay, there will be no photos..damn” thought Henry.
The first museum, the second, the crowds of tourists with cameras, phones, headphones, one thing led to another, and Henry did not notice how he lost his friends in the crowd. Attempts to find them were unsuccessful and Henry continued to explore the fortress alone.
As he walked out of one enclosure onto the street, Henry smiled at the sunny day and clear weather and then decided to walk to the most important place of this fortress. The place was popular because it had the most beautiful view of the main entrance to the fortress, with a large square and a memorial to the fallen defenders.
Today, the place was a welcome sight for everyone. Everyone but Henry. Lost in the crowd of friends, he stood in despair, watching all the people who came up, posed, took pictures, laughed and left. Henry lost track of time, his thoughts drifting off into that universe where he probably has a phone at this point to call his friends, find them, and then take a photo together. This effect lasted until the most beautiful voice, comparable to that of Lana Del Rey in the song “Summertime Sadness” called out to him and then tapped him on the back.
Henry turned around.
“Excuse me, aren’t you busy, can you take a picture of me?”
Henry froze, as did everything inside him. All feelings, emotions, thoughts, and heartbeats froze and stopped responding in an instant. There was a dead silence. But in a second, they were all waking up again at an accelerated pace. The most frantic pace of Henry’s life. The moment stretched for him like an eternity of the universe.
“Hey, are you here?” a girl asked.
Standing in front of him was a girl his age, bright as an angel, a little shorter than him, with a beautiful smile. This kind of smile we have of remembering the kindest and the coziest stories of our lives.
“You sleep standing up, don’t you?” she asked and laughed.
“No, no, no, who am I? Not at all! Just wondering…” suddenly came back to life Henry
“Will you take a picture of me?” she asked again, smiling.
“Yeah, sure, no problem.”
“Then here you go,” she handed him the phone.
“Are you ready?” asked Henry.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
He took a few pictures after that she walked quickly over to him and took the phone.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome, why not selfies?”
“I don’t like selfies. Who isn’t sick of them yet?”
“That’s right,” Henry pointed out.
For a moment there might have seemed to be an awkward pause between them, but the girl quickly cleared it with a question:
“Why are you standing here alone? Let’s take your picture too” she said and smiled.
Henry was embarrassed.
“Yeah, that’s not a bad idea, but I don’t have anything.”
“What do you mean?” she asked
“I mean…I don’t have-”
She interrupted him.
“Oh, I see, you don’t have a phone or a camera?”
“Yeah, I’m empty.”
“Well that’s weird, he’s standing in the middle of a museum where crowds of tourists come, but he doesn’t have a phone or even a camera. How did this even happen?” she thought to herself
“Life. This is life. It’s just my fun life. Yes, Henry, that’s how it happens. You show up at a museum without your phone, and it’s the kind of day a story happens to you that no one would believe. It’s just embarrassing, what will she think of me? How embarrassing,” Henry thought to himself.
“Look, it’s nothing, let’s take pictures on my phone and then I’ll send them to you, okay? Don’t you have a profile somewhere?” she said.
“Oh…that would be great! Yeah, sure, I have a profile.”
After taking a couple of pictures, Henry walked over to her.
“What’s your name by the way? My name is Henry.”
“Alice” she smiled, moving her glance from the phone screen to Henry.
“Nice to meet you.” Henry smiled
“Me too.” She laughed
Both looked at each other with a smile, and then Henry told her the name of his profile where she could send him pictures.
***
Henry spent more than four hours that day in the fortress, walking from one enclosure to the next, researching all the details and historical references. All this, unfortunately for him, could not be said of Henry’s friends. They had finished their tour of the fortress much earlier and were each beginning to wonder:
Where is Henry?
The boys spent about two hours looking for Henry, they broke up one by one and then walked together again conducting a search for their friend. They had no chance of finding Henry, but their conscience would not allow them to leave him here and go away on their own.
After a while they simply gave up and went back to the car, where Henry was supposed to go in case he was lost. It was early evening and the crowds of people were changing one by one, and they all sat and waited until Henry appeared on the horizon:
“Henry!” shouted one of the friends.
“Coming,” retorted Henry.
“And you think that’s okay?” inquired the friend.
“I’m sorry, guys, for what happened.”
“We had plans today and besides this fortress, and you’ve been there all day, you think that’s okay, don’t you?”
“I understand, it’s my fault. But-”
“No buts, you’re an egotist who thinks only of himself. We’ve been all over the place, where have you been?” insisted one of the friends.
“I’ve been everywhere,” said Henry.
“I have no words, we just wasted a day on that fortress because of you. What was there to look at for so long? Say what?!”
“I’m really sorry,” replied Henry sadly.
“You don’t have a phone, how did you imagine we’d find you? Tell me, how?”
“I don’t know…”
“If you had your phone with you, things would be different, you know? We’ve spent so much time looking for you, you only think of yourself. You could have called us, told us you still wanted to walk around here, we would have come back for you later. It would have been so easy if you had a phone,” one of the friends concluded angrily.
***
Thus ended Henry’s first day without a phone. The first day and already such a ridiculous situation. The thought crawled deeper and deeper into his head that it was impossible to live without a phone nowadays. The only problem was that no one asked him, he just didn’t have a phone anymore. And he didn’t have one in the plans either.
The only bright spot was his introduction to Alice. In a moment of conflict with his friends, he didn’t find a moment to tell them all about it. A couple or three days passed, and Henry was actively chatting with Alice by his computer. The days were approaching Friday, and Henry wanted to see her again, so he decided to ask Alice to meet with him.
***
For several days he thought the idea over. He chose the right words, chose the best day to meet, and finally gathered the strength to ask Alice out. It wasn’t an easy task for a guy like Henry. He was afraid. Especially afraid of getting rejected. Pulling himself together, he opened the chat and wrote to her.
“Hey, Alice, wanna ask something. What are you doing tonight?” asked Henry.
“Busy right now, not at home, but I’ll be free tonight, why are u asking that?”
“I’m going out tonight, will you come with me?” inquired Henry
“Good idea, I’m in” she replied
Henry was incredibly happy that things were working out so well. He was not the kind of guy who found new acquaintances easily, so at this moment he was overwhelmed with a feeling of happiness, and his lungs were even more greedily absorbing the air filled with joy.
“What time would be convenient for you and where?” asked Henry
“I dunno, up to you.”
“How about 10 p.m. at the cinema?” suggested Henry.
“Fine, that’s fine.”
This Friday was going to be legendary in his life. The happiness of spending an evening with a girl he liked had not visited him in a long time in his life.
“Oh, wait, Henry, are you still without your phone?” asked Alice.
“Well yeah, I’m without it.”
“And how are we going to meet up? And what happened with your phone?”
“Look, I’ll just come to the movie theater at 10 p.m., and then I’ll tell you why I don’t have my phone.”
“Okay, but how will I see u there?” she kept asking.
“I’ll be standing right in front, you’ll see me, it’s okay” reassured her Henry
“But if I get there and you’re not there… I don’t know what I’ll do to you!” wrote Alice.
Such a message surprised Henry. A girl who writes in that style is hardly going to not come.
“Do not worry, I won’t screw it up”
Evening was beginning to creep closer and closer to the city. The big red and tired sun reflected in the windows of the high-rise buildings, and the streets were filled with the Friday atmosphere and the people who breathed it. Most of them had made their way to their homes to begin the long-awaited weekend, others had left their apartments in hopes of spending this Friday night at its best. Such was Henry this time.
The pillars called “evening” had been over the city for several hours and night with darkness were stretched on them.
At that moment, anyone who wanted to see farther than the windows of the house across the street could see Henry, who had foreseen all his excitement and had left the house beforehand, so as not to be late in any way.
He bought a bus ticket, which he usually never did in his life, and went to the cinema.
He managed to get there thirty minutes early. During the ride, he stopped worrying perceptibly and got his thoughts together.
Everything was perfect.
The back of the movie theater was hidden in the night and only its facade was illuminated by lanterns under which one could see posters. Henry asked someone what time is it and began to wait.
On the door of the movie theater was written, “Open from 10 a.m to 10 p.m”
That was his reference point.
When the movie theater would close – Alice would have to come.
Time passed, and Henry walked from side to side down the lonely street. People were watching a movie at the cinema, so there were no people outside the cinema, except for one guy besides Henry.
After a while he turned to Henry.
“Listen, do you have Internet on your phone? I really need it.”
Henry turned around.
“Nope, sorry.”
It was ten o’clock and the movie theater closed. The lights that illuminated the posters turned off.
Alice was running late.
It was at this point that Henry’s sense of longing overwhelmed him. From standing around like a fool for more than thirty minutes to the fact that he had no phone.
“Why don’t I have a phone at such an important time? Why?! This life is full of surprises. How wonderful it is. I have no words. If I had my phone, I’d text or call her right now. Find out why she’s late, maybe she’s not coming at all. I mean, she was going to come. I was sure of it. What went wrong? How much longer would I have to stand? Maybe she took my invitation as a joke. Is she just laughing at me? I still don’t believe she’s not coming. I’ll keep waiting.” pondered Henry to himself.
In the toothless darkness he could only see the light from the phone held by the guy who had asked Henry about the Internet.
Henry, on the other hand, stood without any light in the dead silence.
That same legendary Friday was almost ruined.
“Look, are you waiting for someone or what?” the guy suddenly asked Henry.
To say that Henry was surprised by the question is to say nothing.
He tried to answer something.
“Yeah…you could say that.”
“Can I give you the phone? You can call to.” the guy suggested.
That’s certainly a good suggestion. Especially if you have a number. Her number.
“Thanks, but I don’t remember the number,” replied Henry.
The guy didn’t give up. Something moved him to help Henry. Something unknown. Maybe it was Lady Luck.
“I caught some internet, maybe you’ll write then?” the guy didn’t back down.
“No, thank you very much, but that won’t help.”
Henry couldn’t remember the address of her social networking page. It was a failure.
“What time is it?” asked Henry.
“10:24,” replied the guy.
“Thank you,” said Henry.
Henry looked around the street and realized: Alice was not coming.
This was the end. A sense of sadness and longing drowned not only this Friday night, but also Henry’s heart and feelings. All the organs inside clenched in horror at the sadness that filled Henry’s entire body.
He doesn’t care anymore about all these decorations and colors of such a beautiful evening. All he wanted now was to disappear. Disappear into the world.
Early the next morning Henry left the city and went to the village to visit his grandmother for a few days. To go somewhere where life without a telephone might not have the consequences that had happened to him during that week.
***
Returning home a couple of days later, still without his phone, Henry turned on his computer and saw a message from Alice.
“I am so sorry, Henry, but I overslept! Forgive me.”
He smiled.
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Donald Trump has no legal authority whatsoever to impose a 25% tariff on anyone, let alone our closest trading partners. So, why is Trump saying he’s going to impose 25% tariffs on Canada and Mexico the day he enters office?
Understand why Trump 2.0 imposes tariff.
The big picture: US economy is “in trouble”. Its debts is skyrocket high at #36 tn as of 2024/11. Just paying interest on the debts already costs USA $882 billion in 2024 ie $3 bn per DAY (source: US Treasury Dept). Its debt increases by $8.7 bn per 24 hours.
USA makes tons of $$$ from wars. But wars only benefit MIC & Wall Street. Not USA the country because the rich dont pay tax. Hence USA must rob others, regardless allies or not.
Below is my earlier post.
Trump 2.0’s crazily high tariff on ALL foreign countries = rob & force them to feed USA.
Have you seen a mafia in movies such as God Father?
Inside USA, tariff on foreign country = tax increase on Americans because foreign sellers will add (part of) the tariff to the sale price of their exported goods to USA.
In Trump 1.0, 90% of tariff was added to the sale price by foreign sellers. That is 1 reason why there was inflation in USA in Trump 1.0 & Biden era.
In both Trump 1.0 & 2.0, Trump has & will decrease tax to attract votes. How to recover the loss of revenue incurred from tax decrease? Use tariff to cause inflation so that all Americans pay a bit ie use tariff to disguise tax increase.
Analysts suggest countries to fight back & break even. Trump tariffs on imports to USA; countries tariffs on exports to USA with the same amount. Dont feed the robber-mafia.
We must understand: 60% tariff on Chinese imports & 20% on smaller countries is crazily unreasonable. Not many firms can make 60% of profit. Not even 20% for small firms/countries. Nobody will do business with no profit. Thus, decouple & stop/reduce sale to USA is the only option.
In fact, decoupling may be the plan of Trump 2.0. Trump may want USA to start all over again by manufacturing its own products from toilet paper to Trump’s campaign cap to washer etc. Trump wants everything to be made in USA.
US wage is higher than southeast Asia. That is Made-in-USA is more expensive. Trouble is whether USA will increase the wage to catch up with the inflated consumer products. Otherwise Americans will become poorer.
Trump 1.0 failed to attract US investors back to USA. Some still stayed in China. Some moved from China to, say, Thailand to do a finish touch on the Chinese products. This disguise of made-in-Thailand products also pushes up the American consumer price.
Let us watch Trump 2.0 to roll out.
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Isn’t it a bluff that Trump can exclude trade with China and India from the US ‘wonderful’ market? If there are going to be trade in a currency other than USD in BRICS, they are already being done
Trump’s statements are made for Americans to hear; they are the only constituency he cares about because they are the only ones who can vote for him and hold him accountable.
The truth is that outside the US, markets in Asia, Africa and central and south America and Mexico are all growing. This means that the US market is becoming a small pie slice of the overall global trade market.
In Trump’s first term, he decided to use tariffs as a weapon to limit Chinese imports into the US. Even though they have not been effective in limiting Chinese imports into the US, both Trump and Biden kept them in place. Trump has said that in his second term, he will raise the import tariffs. In effect, he is doubling down on a policy which doesn’t work. This strongly suggests that the US has no effective tools to counter Chinese imports into the US.
In order to counter US trade policy, China is aggressively working to grow domestic consumer spending and to diversify to other growing markets outside of the NATO/EU nations and the US and Canada.
While Americans have an obsession with “bluffing” as a negotiation strategy, it does not work well with Chinese because Chinese will inevitably call the bluff. I assume the only reason Americans embrace bluffing so much is because it is widely used in American culture and in some other cultures.
But it does not work well with Chinese because they are willing to wait out the party doing the bluffing before they move in for the final dispatch. The Chinese always take the long view on disputes and have the patience to see something through to the end, which is a strategy Americans do not have experience dealing with in the past.
This is one reason why Americans get so frustrated that their tactics don’t work with the Chinese. The US political leadership has not yet figured out that the only way to counter the Chinese long view is to also adopt an American long view, but they are too internally divided to reach any consensus on what an American long view would look like.
The Mask | Love In This Club
TOP SOCIAL SECURITY CHIEF OUSTED AFTER BLOCKING DOGE FRAUD INVESTIGATION
Acting Commissioner Michelle King exits the Social Security Administration after refusing to give the Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) access to agency records needed to investigate potential fraud.
She’s replaced by Leland Dudek, who previously praised DOGE’s efficiency efforts.
This follows similar departures at Treasury and IRS as career bureaucrats resist fraud investigations.
King had been at the agency since 1994 — until now.
Who are the winners and losers in the U.S.-China trade war? Will everyone ultimately lose, and if so, who will suffer the most and why?
China don’t and won’t lose if the US carries on the trade war!
If the trade war reduce China’s growth form 6.5% to 5.0% It is only making Growth more sustainable and more manageable.
But while it may do that it is also cutting US growth by 2.5% to 1% and that for a nation with debts of 36 trillion dollars growing at 1 trillion dollars every quarter very unsustainable and it will destroy the USA!
So bring it on any day!
The world will have a market without the US overconsumption and that is a good thing not a bad proposition.
But your homelessness will grow so will unemployment and poverty!
Real income will come crashing down!
Inflation will hit 25% per annum at least!
You will waste resources producing stuffs you are not good at while wasting opportunities doing stuffs you ought to focus on!
Who is the loser, you can answer it yourself!
Why is Donald Trump continuously slamming high tariff rates on China? Does it benefit the USA in any way?
Driven by a staunch belief that a trade war is beneficial for America, Donald Trump’s strategy of imposing high tariffs on China arises from a deep misunderstanding of the complexities of global economic dynamics. By applying his notorious tough negotiation tactics—historically used in his business dealings to pressure smaller contractors—Trump now applies the same brute force in the sphere of international trade. Unfortunately, this approach dramatically oversimplifies the intricate nature of international relations and economic interdependence.
Trump’s tariff strategy is essentially his attempt to leverage what he perceives as America’s superior economic position to force China into submission. During his business career, Trump often bullied his way through negotiations, betting on the other party’s weaker position to secure a favorable outcome. He seems to believe that a similar approach will work on the global stage with a nation like China. However, this strategy fails to account for China’s significant economic capabilities and its political leadership’s resolve to not bend under U.S. pressure.
The ongoing imposition of high tariffs by Trump reflects his misjudgment of the situation—treating international trade like a zero-sum game where one country’s gain is inherently another’s loss. Unlike the small businesses he dealt with in New York, China has considerable economic clout and political strategies at its disposal. This includes the ability to impose retaliatory tariffs that deeply affect both economies, exemplified by disruptions witnessed in sectors ranging from agriculture to manufacturing within the U.S.
Moreover, tariffs, which are effectively taxes, not only affect the targeted foreign industries but also hurt domestic consumers and businesses. American consumers face higher prices, and businesses dealing with increased costs for imported goods find themselves less competitive, both domestically and globally. The retaliatory measures from China have also targeted critical segments of the American economy, from soybean farmers to electronics, illustrating a ripple effect that spans vast economic landscapes.
The truth is, while Trump aims to display unwavering strength and decisiveness, his tariff tactics could ultimately weaken the U.S. economy and degrade its political stature on the global stage. Navigating this tariff war requires more than bluster and intimidation—it needs a strategic understanding of global economic relationships and a more diplomatic approach to resolve conflicts in ways that mutually benefit all involved parties. The approach should prioritize long-term global stability over short-term political gains, a strategy that would genuinely reflect strength and wise leadership.
Cast Away – ending
For those of you Navy pilots who flew both the F-14 and F-18, which one did you like better, and why?
I have over 1,000 hours in the Tomcat and perhaps 450 hours in the Hornet. My Tomcat time was largely operational. My Hornet time was all in flight test. Some days I would fly one bird in the morning and another one if the afternoon or evening.
The Hornet was newer, and newer is often better. I could only pull 6.5g in the Tomcat, but in the Hornet when I burnt my fuel down a bit, I could go to 7.5g. The F404 engine in the Hornet was far better than the TF-30 that we had in the Tomcat and I never had to worry about a compressor stall with the F404. I should know as I did a lot of the initial out-of-control flight test on the 2 seat Hornet where I would intentionally depart the airplane from controlled flight.
The engines never even hiccupped at all. The Hornet was far more nimble than the Tomcat, but the Hornet did not have the range, endurance or speed of a Tomcat. Each was designed for a different mission.
I would often say to colleagues that in peacetime, I loved the agile Hornet. But were I to go into combat, I would much rather be in the Tomcat. My RIO and I were a great team. Having that extra set of eyes was invaluable.
One afternoon, my wingman and I engaged a pair of Libyan MIG23s. During the engagement, I lost sight of one of the MIGs. While I kept my eyes on the Libyan in front of me, I knew my RIO could help me to get my eyes on the other MIG. That extra set of eyes is invaluable when all hell breaks loose.
If China is near collapse, why has Congress allocated 1.6B for anti-China propaganda?
That is a very good question for asking. Why stop Huawei when China is not innovative and backward in innovation and steal technology? Why containing China if China is truly dying from Lack of child birth and slowing population? Why badmouth China using monies you bare have! if they are real bad, won’t the truth hurts?
US behaviour don’t add up! If it says US is an exceptional nation why do you need to badmouth China and knee cap it? If China’s product is so inferior why do you need to put tariffs on them? If China is weak why do you need to spend like a drunken sailor on weapons and why patrol South China seas? If you say Taiwan hate China why do you need to encourage them to be independent?
If the US really believed in Chinese doing genocide on the Muslims in China why worry about their influence in the Middle East? If you really thinks Hong Kongers are protesting on their own why pay hard cas at protest street corners using CIA and M16 monies? If the US says it is still the head honcho why bother about China?
If USD is so great why worry about BRICS? Why are your senators talking about Dedollarisation? They got nothing better to do? If you think India is really your friend and you include them in QUAD why are you upset they buy Russian weapons and energy? If Vietnam is really your friend why is your media trouble making and war mongering in Vietnamese people over China? If Russia is just a gas station masquerading as a nation why do you need long range missile? If Russia is losing as you say why do you need to send 50 billion every other months to Ukraine?
If you say Europe is all in at confronting Russia, why bad mouth Hungary? If Mexicans are rapist and robbers why threaten Mexicans? If China is so weak and you are so strong why bother with Chinese artificial islands and its power projections?
Heartbreak Ridge | We’re Going To War, Men
What screams “I can fight”?
I was sitting in a bar, with a kind of bad rep, having a beer with a couple of guys from work. Across the room are 3 guys standing at the bar. One them is big, about 6′4″ & 260/270. They’re a little boisterous.
Guy comes out of the men’s room in the back. He’s wearing work clothes & looks like he used them hard that day. He’s kind of “chunky.” I don’t mean he’s fat, though there’s a bit there. He looks like he’s put together with chunks & blocks & slabs. He’s about 5′ 9or10″ & 180. (Probably more, this guy works hard.) He has a little shuffle in his walk it’s been a hard day. He heads for the door.
Big guy steps back & bumps into smaller guy. Smaller guy steps aside & excuses himself & tries to continue. Big guy grabs his shoulder & spins him around.
There’s no hesitation. Little guy steps inside, grabs big guy’s lapels & slams their faces together twice. HARD!
Blood flows. Little guy turns, grabs a handful of napkins off the bar & goes out the door. Nobody follows him.
Could he fight? Oh hell yeah! How did I know it wasn’t his first rodeo? That handful of napkins.
How did the Chinese advance so much in software development in such a short time leaving the Indians behind?
I believe LANGUAGE was the primary reason
The Chinese had a 1.4 Billion consumer market for software including a 200 Million Middle Class in 2010 of whom almost 80% couldn’t understand or converse in English
Apart from a few major players , Western Software players couldn’t write or sell software packaged to interact with the end users in Mandarin
So there were two options for the Mainlanders
A. Learn English rapidly across 200–250 Million people OR
B. Create your own Software products packaged to interact in Chinese & Mandarin
So China created it’s own range of software products packaged in Chinese for its population
Initially they used the same layout formatting and designs of Western Products and produced “RIP OFFS” as the West called them
Then they found that writing code in English also needed a lot of graduates who had to speak the language
So they decided to start developing their own High Level Languages using Chinese to write the code rather than English
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First they wrote their own Editors
Then they created their own languages in programming and ecosystems
As Aravind Varier says – Once you go into your language, innovation is more rapid and more faster
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Added to Chinas Digital Revolution & the 5G wave – it was inevitable that Chinese Developers became among the best in the world
Plus Chinese aren’t Indians
Rather than calling themselves Silicon Valley, they are still on a learning curve
They aim for 65% of Codes for Software Products to be written in Chinese Developed Languages by 2030
Today it’s only 22%
Almost 78% Code is still written in Java or Python or other Western Languages with Chinese Editors developed by Chinese Players
To summarize
A. They had the market
B. They needed Software in their own language to keep up with the modern world
C. They had a State run system that subsidized all development
D. They had enough money
India didn’t have that demand that China had
It was easier to ensure every Middle Class Indian learnt English than to start investing heavily in developing software products capable of interacting in Tamil or Telugu or Bengali
So we simply purchased Western products than develop our own
There was no need to
The Chinese needed to develop their own products because THEIR CONSUMERS DIDN’T KNOW ENGLISH
Our Consumers knew English pretty well
So the burning demand to develop Indian Software Products was not there
We didn’t have a unique market like the Chinese did where there would be NO COMPETITION from Microsoft or other players
If we created a software product, it had to compete with a Western equivalent and they had more money and a full ecosystem
Plus of course we had a poorer form of Government and that didn’t help
It began at the local variety store.Overnight, someone or some company installed a portable ATM on the front stoop of Michael’s Convenience Store. Old Man Michael, who only opened the store on weekdays, did not see what happened on the previous weekend. He did not remember placing a call to have it put there, and he knew that there was still a local bank that had their machines “well up and robbing us” (as he said to any of the familiar customers who asked about it). There was no phone or serial number on it (he looked around it twice), but he could see that it was connected to the main power grid – not taking power from his store and raising his bills, he thought – and he left it there, untouched and he was unimpressed. Let them charge whatever they want if people are that dumb. He opened his store and waited to see if he would have to explain what was going on outside.It took a few days before anyone noticed what was going on. A local trucker, Matt, decided to not use “those damn debit cards all the time, if he didn’t haveta,” and took out some money for cigarettes. After he got his $20 – with no service fee; nice, he thought – the machine gave him his card…and an extra $100. He looked over the slip that popped out. No, not from his account. That was all the machine. A beautiful hundred dollar bill was resting on the tray. Guess I got lucky. He did not bother to go in for the cigarettes that night. He could hit a liquor store later and maybe see if there was a good place to eat on his route.Matt did not share his good luck, but others soon figured out what the machine could do. A group of kids, right out of school and waiting to see if there were any adults around to buy them cigarettes noticed the machine right away. One of them started to press a couple of buttons while they were trying to hide from Old Man Michael and his curiosity. That was David, the son of a local carpenter who was having trouble with his bills. And, without a card of any kind, the machine gave him a clean and unwrinkled $50. Pretty soon, they all took their turn on it, grabbing $20s and $10s and a few more $50 before the owner came out with his dog, a really nasty old terrier, and threatened to “rip them a new one” if they did not leave. But they were done. The machine hummed in the soft light of the store and street lamps.A week after the machine was installed, it became the talk of the small town. Kids knew that they could get money out of it without using a card, a secret that worked out well for the local schools until one girl snitched when her mother found her new cell phone and demanded to know how she paid for it. Soon, it was declared off limits to anyone “under the age of 18”. At a town hall meeting held after this law was passed, many wanted to know how they would enforce the law if the machine was plugged in and ran all day. No one wanted to argue about this, and Old Man Michael did not want to lose any business provided by the new machine. They all adjourned and wondered if there was some reason why this was happening in their small town.It was easy to see what some of the problems would be with a machine that spat out money every time you needed some (or did not really need any of it). After a month of the machine in their town, it was impossible to ignore certain signs. One thing that a few store owners did not like was the fact that the local teens did not want to work part-time for what they paid. It was at the end of the school term for both elementary and secondary schools. Some of the local college kids would also stay on, but they only did so if they could find work. Or money. Parents knew that their kids were taking money from the machine and were upset. At least, most of them were. A few were relieved not to have to let their sons and daughters out there looking for jobs cleaning out homes of certain people (there were a few stories about the Pattersons, especially that uncle who was always around for the holidays, staring at the local girls from the high school). Others were just glad that they would not have to hand over allowances for late nights of missing cars, calls from the local police or neighbours who had very familiar scenes on their front lawns and backyards. Mrs. Murray had a son away at school and when she revealed what happened in the town, he told her that he would be at home that summer and maybe for few other summers, too. The mayor decided to let the machine stay running, but it was growing into a problem. It was a problem that he was hearing more and more about.At the bank, tellers noticed that they were busier than ever before. It seemed that people did not want to use any of the other local banking machines. A rumour began to spread that the money would not be accepted in the ATMs provided for the community (all three of the machines left for the town). The companies that built the machines contacted the bank manager, Mr. Dennison, who in turned told his staff that they would be on reduced hours until the machines were in use again (a few people threatened to quit; some had already made quite a bit of money from the new machine). Mr. Dennison, in the middle of a bad breakup and looking at his tax return, decided to call the mayor. They had been friends since grade school, sharing the same bus when they went to the high school and even dating each other siblings (Maura was the one breaking Mr. Dennison’s heart; why didn’t Martin tell me what she was really like, he thought). The mayor had a moment to himself before he decided what to do.
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It was another town meeting, but reserved for certain people who had a vested interest in putting things back to normal. The mayor invited the chief of police (his brother, another Patterson, kept an eye on who entered the office), Mr. Dennison (of course), certain vice-principals and principals (strange to see them at this time of day), certain business owners (including Old Man Michael, who never showed up), and a few others that could be trusted. It was not official. It was not on the record. And it was not held at city hall.
It was a very private meeting.
They waited for the weekend and then set out late on a Friday night to finally fix things. They all decided to walk in the darkness to the store and see if there were any potential witnesses before they began. In the dim street lights, they could see no traffic. Matt complained that they could have done all of this with his truck if they had just listened to him (he wanted to show off the new vehicle he had bought that month). They ignored him, as they ignored the chief of police’s calling for them to do it quickly before he had to arrest them (the other Pattersons in the group laughed out loud).
The lights were out over the store. Had Old Man Michael left without anyone noticing? That did not seem possible, and as they got closer, they had to agree that even if it was impossible, it had happened. There was no car in his yard (he never seemed to use the money for buying a new one or repairing what he had). Even the lights in front of the store were off (where were his security lights, thought Mr. Dennison out loud; he always had them working). If they had been on, they would have noticed what they could not see from a distance.
The ATM was gone.
The mayor ran ahead of the group, sweating with the effort and dropping his wire cutters as he saw the scratches on the wooden boardwalk. Everyone noticed that the cable that hooked up the machine to the city grid was cut through and left as a reminder of what was once there. They walked around the store property, looking through some of the nearby forest where they could see no trace of any struggle with such an awkward machine. The best guess was that Michael had taken the machine and decided to skip out of town with “his own personal moneymaker” (the mayor really did not like Matt, but he admitted he must have been right). They noted the time, went home, and decided to not talk about what they had done that night.
The summer ended, kids went back to school, and Old Man Michael’s store stayed closed. It was later taken over by a well-known discount chain store. If they had been paying attention, they would have known that this was the real problem that they should have been concerned about, not a machine handing out money. But they shopped there all the same, wondering what happened to the machine that they now missed. And also Old Man Michael, who had taken his share of money, decided to leave, and was almost forgotten by the town. It was just fortunate that the ATM was forgotten by the company, despite being listed as “a brave experiment in money distribution” by certain executives testing the water in various small towns in the country. They would have found the whole process quite fascinating.
Chicken and Dressing Casserole
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Ingredients
1 cup thinly chopped celery
1 large onion, thinly chopped
1/2 stick butter
1 can cream of chicken soup
1 can cream of celery soup
1 can chicken broth
4 chicken breasts
2 to 3 teaspoons sage
Salt and pepper
Instructions
Make one 8 inch square pan of cornbread the day before.
Cook chicken pieces in water with salt and pepper until done. Cool, then cut into small pieces.
Cook celery and onion in butter until tender. Crumble cornbread into large bowl.
Mix celery and onion and chicken pieces all together with cornbread.
Mix all 3 soups into the mixture.
Add up to 3 teaspoons sage, salt and pepper to taste. Pour into large baking dish.
Bake at 350 degrees F until done, about 30 minutes, until lightly browned on top.
Serve with chicken gravy ladled over servings, with cranberry sauce on the side.
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What happens when AI turns Elon Musk into a Kung Fu master from the Ming Dynasty? 🥋⚔️
You get THIS wild viral sensation that’s got Chinese social media buzzing! 🎤
“I’ll sack those the government fears to sack. I’ll handle what they can’t—and even what they won’t!”
This AI-generated masterpiece blends tech, history, and humor into one unforgettable video.
The internet can’t stop talking about Musk’s “department of government efficiency” energy in this hilarious parody.
Which is the most admired country now that the USA has become such a laughingstock to the world?
China.
China is admired and respected by most countries, especially in the Global South. (The Global South represents more than 85% of humanity.)
Why is China so admired? Five principal reasons:
China underwent the most amazing economic miracle in human history. It grew from total impoverishment to become the world’s largest economy (by PPP) in only 35 years!
China is the most peaceful world power. It has fought no wars since 1979.
China is helping most of the countries in the world through the Belt and Road Initiative. They are extremely grateful for China’s assistance.
China’s unique form of democracy garners the highest level of support from the Chinese people. It works much better than Western liberal democracy.
China is the most technologically advanced nation on earth. It leads the world in 57 out of 64 critical technology fields. It is granted more patents than the USA and Japan combined!
Prosperity. Peace. Benevolence. Democracy. Technology. China ticks all the boxes for the most admired country.
China is a better country than the USA by every measure.
I was the VP of Engineering at a company in Boston. My mother had cancer, and my kid sister and husband was supposed to be watching over her and checking in on her, as the lived nearby.
The truth was that they wanted her to turn over all her assets to them, and they planned to put her into a home.
As time moved forward, they became more demanding. Nearly hysterically so.
They would have police come over, and all sorts of efforts to try to get her committed. It was a complete “crazy train”.
The key issue came to a head one day; My younger brother was there with my mother on a visit and watched this first hand, and was aghast.
This had been going on for a long time. My mother didn’t mention any of this to us other kids. And he (my brother) got into a big fight with my kid sister’s husband and put a restraining order on him.
Something had to be done.
My other siblings were not available, so I took the hit. I was the oldest son, and so I quit my job.
I left my position and tanked my career (for the moment) and moved in with my mother to take care of her. And for three years I was there tending to her and the property.
I have mixed feelings about that time.
But one thing is certain, it allowed me to get close to my mother at a time of need, and those moments I will never forget.
We are the people in charge of our lives. When life throws you situations you take action. And, damn what the rest of the world thinks.
China has fired an intercontinental ballistic missile into the Pacific Ocean.
The firing took place TODAY in a stunningly-rare occurrence, adding to tensions in the region where multiple countries have overlapping territorial claims and both Beijing and Washington seek to project their influence.
China says the launch was part of routine training by the People’s Liberation Army’s Rocket Force, which is in charge of conventional and nuclear missile operations, and was not aimed at any country or target.
The ICBM, carrying a dummy warhead, landed in a designated area in the sea, the Defense Ministry said, without specifying where exactly. (Think near Hawaii or the US West Coast).
China rarely tests ICBMs out in international waters, with some experts tracing the last such deployment back to May 1980, when Beijing launched a DF-5 missile into the South Pacific. Usually, the PLA test-fires ballistic missiles in China’s remote Xinjiang region or in the Bohai Sea.
China seems to be sending a message . . .
What are the most common regrets people have?
Bonnie Ware spent eight years working in palliative care, spending countless hours kindly attending to the needs of dying patients. She typically lived with them in their homes. Most only lived for 3–12 weeks after her arrival.
She’d gone into this field just looking for a job, and figured it would allow her to help people, and spare her from paying rent as she did. As you might imagine, this profession was quite intense, but her tenure proved deeply moving and changed her perspective on life.
As Bonnie stayed at homes, some patients had a near endless stream of family who came by, eager to visit with them and say their goodbyes. Others, laid down their beds, alone, for almost for the entirety of Bonnie’s stay with few, if any, family members visiting.
What Bonnie hadn’t expected, was that much of her role would involve listening. Many patients were eager to have conversations, and in need of company.
They were often reflective, talking about all they’d done. All of them spoke of their regrets in life.
And as they talked, Bonnie noticed a few themes in the things she heard. So she began documenting their conversations. The five most common regrets, in no particular order, are summarized as follows:
“I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.”
“I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.”
“I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.”
“I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.”
“I wish that I had let myself be happier.”
The final example was interesting, “let” myself be happier. Meaning, many people felt they had happiness within reach, but could never attain it because of their own decisions.
Do with these what you may. If you winced reading any of them, you might be at risk of that regret.
The fruits of DOGE labor
A major Republican player has charged onto the scene, bringing the researched facts, figures, and graphs showing interconnections between individuals, NGOs, and charities to shine bright lights on dark corruption. It’s how DOGE knew to zero in on USAID right out of the gate.
You are encouraged to use it to investigate anyone or any group and sound the alarm.
Based on the above page, you are directed to this page, which creates a graph to illustrate connections.
THE AGE OF CITIZEN INVESTIGATORS AND JOURNALISM HAS ARRIVED.
The WRONG Way to Escape the USA
Lox, Bagel and Cream Cheese
Lox, Bagel and Cream Cheese is one of my favorite comfort foods. I had this wonderful sandwich for the first time at the Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco many years ago. This is best enjoyed with a cup of piping hot black coffee.
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Ingredients
1 bagel, split and toasted or untoasted
About 1/3 cup cream cheese, divided
Several thinly-sliced pieces lox
1 slice onion
1 slice tomato (optional)
Salt and pepper
A few capers, if desired
Sprigs of fresh dill, if desired
Hot black coffee (optional)
Instructions
Slather one-half of the bagel with cream cheese, more or less to your liking. Add the lox to the top of the cream cheese.
Top with onion, then tomato.
Sprinkle with salt and pepper.
Garnish with capers and fresh dill, if desired.
Now slather the remaining bagel half with the remaining cream cheese. Set on top of the first half.
The ‘Tension Secret’ That Makes Her Chase You (Most Men Get This Wrong)
Should the US annex Taiwan and show China who’s boss?
Our friend Shun Bot, the favorite pro US panic monger already says US is the boss of Taiwan and controls Taiwan
So it’s game over for China😁
The Reality is a bit different
A. US doesn’t give a Squat about Taiwan
US doesn’t care squat for Taiwanese Independence
Taiwan is a small island that is useless except for a miniature version of a factory making stuff for the US
Unlike Singapore which diversified into Financial Services & High Technology thanks to some intuitive thinking, Taiwan is Israel 2.0 – a Small Island that exists to pander to US and it’s needs
Say tomorrow China says “Ok. You are Independent”
The US would be aghast and shattered
That’s the last thing they want
B. US & the Mainland want Reunification for different reasons
The US want to use Taiwan as a Bait to force the Chinese to attack Taiwan and go to war on the South China Sea, overthrow the CPC and unify China under a system loyal to the West
This was an idea that originated back in 1992 under Bill Clinton
Clinton wanted to introduce capitalism into China to weaken the Communist Party and then unify China under a Loyal Slavish Democracy
It didn’t work of course
Now China is top strong and stable
Meanwhile China wants to reunify Taiwan as part of their National Policy
C. Taiwanese aren’t as Pro US as Shun Bot says
Taiwanese are absolutely not Pro US
Thats why I believe he gets stuff from Q Anon or Marco Rubio or Palki Sharma😁
Simple thing
The Taiwanese elections showed it
William Lai secured 40% of the Votes
This means 60% voted against him
Of the two others -The KMT Guy & Ko Wen Je polled 60% of the Voters
Both favor Cross Straits relationships and KMT favors closer ties
If Taiwan was indeed that Pro US, Lai would have polled 60–65 percent of the votes
Maia Sandhu polled 55% votes in Moldova and we know how bitterly divided Moldova is among Pro Europe and Pro Russians
So a guy who polls 40% and supports the US against China – is definitely NOT endorsing Majority Opinion
Plus if they bring in new guys to split the vote – that’s just electoral tactics like BJP employs in India to win seats
The majority still want positive China relations or unification
Plus the Parliamentary results
KMT won a majority
DPP won 37.4% Seats
Again for comparison in the first election in Poland after communism, Lech Walesa’s Solidarity won 70.2% seats
D. Taiwanese are Chinese
Taiwanese are Chinese
That’s a simple fact
They aren’t American and dont identify themselves as American
They have the same culture, same language as the Chinese
Monkey King craze sweeps Taiwan sparking discussions on cultural tradition
While gamers in Taiwan are not immune to the infectious attraction of Black Myth: Wukong, the Chines
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Best example is Black Myth Wukong outsold every other Japanese AAA Game in Taiwan and broke all records
So to answer your question
If the US are stupid enough to Annex Taiwan – the Taiwanese will revolt en masse against the DPP and the US and welcome Chinese Intervention
Again best example is Hong Kong
They said so much about Democracy and how Hong Kong people are furious and revolting
It’s been 5 Years and HK is as stable as ever and even the West knows THAT’S OVER
Doesn’t matter if they have 13 Aircraft Carriers or 130 or 1300
Finally
How many times has a Country where US has intervened managed to prosper in the past 70/75 Years post WW II?
The Answer is ZERO
Vietnam – Disaster
Iraq – Disaster
Afghanistan – Disaster
Ukraine – Super Duper Disaster
You think Fifth Times a Charm????
Taiwanese Chinese have pretty High IQ
They ain’t Dumbos
Shun Bot of course needs to go to the actual cultural history of both nations and how the people actually think
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What is the rudest thing you have experienced while eating dinner at a friend’s house?
Not really rude, but bizarre…
I was 16 and had just started dating a gal from the same high school. I had met her parents a couple of times and all seemed OK, but I did notice they were pretty big drinkers.
They invited me to stay for dinner one evening, and they both had been drinking, but I said ok.
About mid dinner, the parents started arguing, and the dad just suddenly backhanded the mom in the face. My g/f and her sister and two brothers, all younger than her started yelling for me to do something. I was just stunned and frozen. Everything calmed down and we finished dinner in total silence.
The mom got up to clear the table and took a few empty dishes to the sink. All the sudden I saw a quick movement out of the corner of my eyes, and the mom hit the dad with a stainless skillet on the side of his head hard enough to knock him out cold and he fell to the floor. The mom then continued to clear off the table while the dad lay there.
The kids got up and helped the mom. I had no clue what the hell to say or do. I just left.
I dated that gal for about a year and was always over at her house, but fortunately never had to witness something like that again.
How awkward…
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Richard Wolff on the decline of the US empire and the denial of the US
Lawrence “Nova” Novikov thought the slate-gray skies on Mount Mallett had conspired against him. Raindrops stung like bees. Hailstones threatened to shred his vinyl parka like buckshot. And the wind! Gusts from every direction tossed him on the narrow mountainside trail, threatening to fling him into the deep canyon at his side. But he persisted, planting each footfall with care in the lashing precipitation.Between slaps of thunder, he paused to fumble his GPS wayfinder from the pocket of his soaked trousers. Only a half a kilometer to go, he thought. He squinted into the monochrome panorama. I should be able to see it by now.Nova winced as lightning sparked like a camera flash. Thunder rattled the ground beneath his feet. Almost no time between. Too close.He plodded on.Every hair on his body raised. A moment later, another bolt of lightning detonated the gnarled skeleton of a desiccated fir, three meters up the hillside to his right. His ears compressed painfully, the amplitude of the ensuing shockwave too great even to register as sound. He curled into a reflexive crouch, arms wrapped around his head.Cowering, he did not see the smoldering remnant of the tree until it was far too close to avoid. One of the falling timber’s larger branches batted his temple as it splintered into the canyon.The world darkened to a silent black.* * *Dozens of candles surrounded Nova in the rustic log cabin. The storm outside shook the door on its hinges, as if trying to invade the warm space. He breathed in wood smoke and the hint of something savory bubbling on the hearth.“For a minute there, I thought you might not make it.” A shadowed figure sat cross-legged in an armchair across the room. His gravelly voice was more growl than speech.“W-what is this place?” Nova asked. “Who are you?”“Am I not the one you sought?” The figure rose into the flickering candlelight, whose warm glow accentuated the man’s unkempt mop of wiry, copper hair and flowing, red-gray beard, creating the illusion that his entire head was aflame. “There’s no one else up here.”
Nova swallowed. “Are you … Thorne?”
The man nodded. “I am.”
“How did I get here? The last thing I remember I was … there was a tree, and—”
“I saw it all.” Thorne waved his arm to the front of the cabin. There, outside the window, a flicker of lightning illuminated the distant hillside where Nova had just been struck. “You were lucky.”
The corner of Nova’s mouth quirked up. That would be a first, he thought.
“Shall we get down to business?” said Thorne.
As Nova sat up, throbbing pain marched through his skull. “They … they say you can send people back to their youth. To re-live their lives, with all their present memories intact.”
Thorne nodded. “I have done this.”
“I would like to do that.” Nova rifled through his vest pocket, withdrew a thick envelope, and extended it to his host. “I would like to be eighteen again.”
“Why?”
Nova frowned. “Does it matter? Suffice it to say my life is a joke. I want to … no, I need to correct some mistakes. I need to know … how it might have been.”
“I see.” Thorne sighed, pocketing the envelope. He scraped his armchair across the room before Nova and sank into it. “In that case, before we proceed, you first must hear the story of the last man who did this.”
* * *
The last vestiges of Stephen’s life in the world outside his Otisville prison cell had crumbled. Marlene, his soon-to-be ex-wife, had just departed the medium-security penitentiary’s visiting room, having informed him of her plans: A dish of warm divorce papers would be the last meal she’d serve him. Stephen’s lifelong business partners—two brothers from his college fraternity—had both taken their own lives many months before, in lieu of public disgrace and prison terms of their own. And his own parents, to whom he had always been their eyes’ apple, had summarily disowned him in their humiliation.
If only I could go back and make the right decisions, Stephen thought, I wouldn’t be in this mess.
He believed he knew the exact decisions that had led him into his ultimate cage.
In his sophomore year of college, he’d met Ellen at a party at the Sigma Chi house. Smitten with the music major’s understated beauty and unconventional, quirky style, he’d focused on her to the exclusion of everything else—including his studies. In response to his flagging grades, his parents had introduced their son to Marlene, a Senator’s daughter, along with a choice: Entertain Marlene and keep their good graces; or continue his pursuit of Ellen and lose their riches forever.
Oh, Ellen, he thought, if only I’d known.
Married life with Marlene had initially been contented, if not happy. He would soon, however, run afoul of her appetites for wealth and status. His entrepreneurial stumbles as the owner of an art gallery had all too often required parental subsidy to make ends meet on Marlene’s lavish budget. In response, Marlene had arranged a dinner party, at which she’d arranged for Stephen’s fraternity brothers to offer him a position with their successful hedge fund. Marlene, much as his parents, had presented to him a choice: Lucrative employment with his college mates; or a messy, costly divorce.
If only I’d tried a little longer, he thought, my gallery could have succeeded.
Throughout Stephen’s five-year sentence at Otisville, his elderly cell mate had spoken at length of Temporal Mind Displacement, and of the enigmatic man rumored to have perfected the discipline. Upon Stephen’s release after five years, he’d made his way up Mount Mallett in search of that man.
* * *
Thorne ladled from the pot on the hearth. “Here. Eat.”
Nova scarfed the delicious stew. Between spoonfuls, he spoke with a full mouth. “So, what happened? Did you send him back like he wanted?”
“He got what he’d asked for.” Firelight reflected in Thorne’s steely eyes. “Does a man ever know what he truly wants?”
“I do,” said Nova. “That is, I know what I don’t want.”
“Regret can be a persuasive demon. It doesn’t always have your best interests at heart.”
Nova set down the empty bowl. “Tell me what happened to Stephen.”
* * *
Suddenly, Stephen was a twenty-year-old college sophomore again. His life was a blank canvas stretching in all directions before him, and he decided that Ellen would be the one to paint it with him. Together, they would launch his art gallery and fill it with her work.
His parents, as they’d promised, wrote him out of their will, and stopped funding his college education. With the limited financial aid he’d qualified for, it wasn’t enough to afford tuition at the prestigious university. Not willing to leave Ellen, he’d transferred to a community college across town, where he would complete his business degree. Ellen had been thrilled at first to take Stephen into her off-campus studio apartment, but it wasn’t long before the canvas of their future grew brittle and yellow.
He was constantly underfoot of her art projects. Between both their studies and his part-time job, their free hours as a fledgling couple grew scant, and she grew ever more distant. Late one night, Ellen returned, make-up smeared and hair disheveled. She confessed that she’d met someone else, and had been with the rival suitor that very night. Stephen would need to find another place to live.
His parents rejected his attempts to atone. The Senator’s daughter, Marlene, had already taken up with another young man. Stephen had cost them their ticket to unprecedented social affluence. Moreover, they’d already had to suffer the indignity of acknowledging their son had gone wayward, sacrificing his family name for an utterly common woman.
Stephen was homeless, unable to keep his job, unable to focus on his studies. He had no one to turn to, and nothing left to believe in.
* * *
Thorne pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses.
Nova sipped the caramel elixir. “So, you’re saying Stephen was doomed either way.”
“Doomed? No. That’s too strong a word. He wasn’t doomed, his dreams were.”
“What is a man without his dreams, his ambitions, his legacy?”
“We are what we are.” Thorne shrugged. “This moment is all that is real. The words I’m speaking are already an illusion by the time they reach your ears. The future is nothing but the aggregate sum of every present that will ever be.”
Nova scoffed. “If that’s the case, why bother having goals at all? Look, all I know is, I’ve done some pretty stupid things in my life, and I want a ‘do-over.’ Can you help me, or not?”
“What do you think I’ve been trying to do?”
“So far, all you’ve done is tell stories about some guy who made a bunch of bad decisions. That doesn’t mean I’m going to.”
“Of course you will. Everyone does. Every decision you make fragments into a thousand new paths, leading to new choices. New opportunities to thrive—or to screw up your life—and everything in between.” Thorne crossed to the hearth to set another log on the fire. “Anyway, you haven’t heard the end of Stephen’s story yet. There’s more.”
Nova rolled his eyes.
* * *
Stephen climbed up Mount Mallett a second time, with a new plan.
He would return once more to age twenty, and once again assent to his arranged relationship with Marlene. But this time he’d employ another method of satisfying her materialistic hunger. With his knowledge of the future, he could jockey financial investments in various Internet startups and cryptocurrencies to become a wealthy man. That way, he would never need to team up with his fraternity brothers, and get caught up in their fraudulent schemes that had landed him in prison.
And it worked. Before he’d even graduated from college, he’d amassed an eight-figure net worth. Marlene publicly gushed over her brilliant, successful boyfriend, and delighted in their lavish, hundred-guest destination wedding at the St. Regis Resort in Bora Bora. She gave him three beautiful children, and managed their expansive Connecticut estate and its full-time staff, while he continued to parlay their riches into close to a billion dollars.
That kind of wealth changes a man.
It became a challenge to distinguish true allies from sycophants. Even his own family and friends were suspect. Does Marlene only love me for my wealth? Do my parents only love me for my success? Do my own children only love me for the gifts and advantages I afford them? Are my friendships only as enduring as the lavish parties I throw?
Evenings and weekends, he found himself habitually dressing down and sneaking out to working-class neighborhood bars. There, he could interact with people he would never suspect of wanting anything from him but his genuine companionship.
And that’s where he met Claire.
* * *
“I thought you were trying to talk me out of this,” said Nova. “All that sounds pretty good to me. I’m sure I’d be able to sift out the chaff with my friends and relatives.”
“You may think so, but until you are in that position, you really don’t know. And even if you think you do know someone’s heart, there’s always a niggling doubt, there to sour whatever tentative goodwill you’re able to muster.”
Nova crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, anyway, it sounds like Stephen had the best of both worlds. All the money and power he’d ever need, plus an outlet for true friendship with the working class folks. What’s wrong with that?”
Thorne chuckled. “Plenty. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that the working class folks don’t take kindly to multi-millionaires ‘slumming it’ with them.”
* * *
With Claire at his side, Stephen was on top of the world. He’d furnished himself an apartment in the suburbs to keep up appearances, and invented a whole back story about his blue collar life for all his chums at the bar. They’d all go out bowling or playing pool after a hard day’s work. Claire would cling to his arm the whole time in doting admiration.
His double life was just what he’d needed to satisfy his desires for both material comfort and genuine connection. He could have happily lived out his days juggling both identities. But, as it happens, secrets have a way of seeping out of even the tightest seams.
After a string of late-afternoon meetings one day, Stephen grinned to find several missed calls from Claire. How she misses me when I’m not around, he thought. Hurrying to Claire’s apartment, he found her front door ajar. A sweet, metallic aroma hung in the eerie stillness.
In the living area, he found Claire slumped on the sofa with a bullet hole in her forehead. The wall behind her had become a Pollock painting of blood and brain. He rushed to her side, shutting the lids on her lifeless eyes, taking her hand … weeping.
A voice came from behind him, in the kitchen. “Hello, Stephen.”
“Marlene!” Stephen stood and backed away, his fingers stained with Claire’s blood. “What have you done?”
“Your little hussy there called me this morning after she saw your face in the paper,” Marlene spat. “She was none too happy that you’d lied to her. She told me everything. All your bullshit. Your secret life. This here”—she waved toward the deceased—“is what you get for betrayal, Stephen. Do you have any idea how humiliated I am?” She drew a snub-nose pistol from her purse.
Staring down the barrel of the gun, Stephen’s intestines roiled. “Marlene, Honey, please. We can work this out. Put the gun away.” He stepped toward her, hands raised.
“Stay where you are!” she commanded.
It was all over in seconds. Stephen lunged for the weapon and fought to extricate it from her fingers. But in the tussle, the trigger depressed. The shot temporarily deafened him, trailed by a reedy, high-pitched ringing.
Marlene’s eyes glassed over before she crumpled to the floor, blood seeping from her chest into the pile carpet.
* * *
Thorne turned to stand by the window. His shoulders drooped. He craned his head skyward and sighed. The storm had softened to a steady rain. The fireplace snapped and hissed.
Nova frowned and knitted his brow, considering the tale.
“You see, it doesn’t do any good,” said Thorne. “You might think your life is a mess, but it could always be worse. There is no more guarantee that you can make things better in the past than in the present. All that matters is the endless now, and what you do with it. The present is your perpetual gift to the future.”
Nova stood and shook out his stale muscles. His clothes had mostly dried from the arid wood fire, despite the humidity outdoors.
“I think I’m going to leave now,” said Nova. “I-I’ve changed my mind.”
“Wise man.” Thorne put his hand on Nova’s shoulder. “Then you may have this back.” He held out the envelope full of cash.
“You keep it,” said Nova. At Thorne’s protest, he smiled and said, “Call it the going rate for stew and whiskey in these parts.”
Nova pulled on his parka, cinched the hood straps, and took his first step into the present.
And he never looked back.
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Is China currently developing their own semiconductor industry or will they continue to rely on imports from other countries?
No way China will depend on the US for anything else till at least the year 3000! China remember the century of humiliation from 1942–1949 as though it is yesterday! China and its 1.4 billion people collectively says no fxxking way will they accept the obnoxious nonsense from the US trying to keep the Chinese race dependent on them!
if they can go to the far side of the moon and back, semiconductor is a piece of cake! To be honest China’s good nature to share a piece of cake with the west! China thought wrongly that Intel and ASML will be happy to get 400 out of 1000 bucks per smartphones, PCs, Laptops, TVs. On earth which China makes 100 million a year! After all China can do what it does best to make stuffs at the most efficient and effective manner that no one can even come close!
But no, the US wants to stop China! China says ok we will get back the 400 bucks multiply by 100 million too! The good nature and the sense of give and take don’t work with the US! China says over our dead body! The US picked o the wrong guy! China has the most determination and integrity to drive them to replaced any and every thing the US could possibly threaten them!
Biden AUTHORIZES Ukraine to use Long-Range Missiles to attack deep interior Russia
2:11 PM EST — About one hour ago, U.S. President Joe Biden GRANTED permission for Ukraine to use long-range weapons to attack deep interior Russia.
Developing very fast, check back for updates below.
UPDATE 2:15 PM EST —
There are differing reports coming in regarding this issue. Some of the reports say “long-range missiles” while other reports say “long-range ATACMS”
WHAT ARE “ATACMS?”
The MGM-140 Army Tactical Missile System (ATACMS) is a supersonic tactical ballistic missile designed and manufactured by the US defense company Ling-Temco-Vought (LTV), and later Lockheed Martin through acquisitions.
It uses solid propellant and is 13 feet (4.0 m) long and 24 inches (610 mm) in diameter, and the longest-range variants can fly up to 190 miles (300 km).
The missiles can be fired from the tracked M270 Multiple Launch Rocket System (MLRS) and the wheeled M142 High Mobility Artillery Rocket System (HIMARS).
An ATACMS launch container (pod) has one rocket but a lid patterned with six circles like a standard MLRS rocket lid to prevent an enemy from discerning what type of missile is loaded.
EFFECT ON RUSSIA
The immediate effect upon Russian military forces engaged in the Ukraine conflict is severe. Russia has much of its Ukraine supply lines and spare forces WITHIN RANGE of the longest-range ATACMS.
The ma below, created by the Institute for the Study of War, shows how much of western Russia can now be attacked by Ukriane, using ATACMS:
ISW ATACMS Range
UPDATE 2:35 PM EST —
The the New York Times is now reporting this story, saying “the Biden Administration has for the first time authorized the Ukrainian Military to use U.S-Supplied Long-Range Missiles, including ATACMS, against Russian Territory.”
So it is not simply ATACMS, it is also Long-range missiles.
It was just last week that the Russian FOreign Ministry took the unusual step of reminding the collective West that allowing Ukraine to use west-supplied, long-range missiles to attack deep interior Russia would make the collective west “parties to the conflict” because those long-range missiles require satellites to guide them to target. THe Foreign Ministry reminded everyone that Ukraine does not HAVE any satellites.
So in order for those missiles to hit targets in Russia, the missiles need active satellite guidance from US/EU/NATO satellites, and that active guidance makes the West “combatants” against Russia.
The Foreign Ministry then said “there mere granting of permission for the use of such missiles will result in an imminent and devastating response against the West.”
As of about 1:00 PM eastern US time today, Sunday, 17 November 2024, that permission has now been given.
Welcome to World War 3.
UPDATE 3:04 PM EST —
Multiple confirmations that Ukrainian forces are preparing for their initial long-range operations against Russia.
“We’re running out of time.”I felt the blood drain from my face. I knew all too well that one statement held the increasingly narrow key to everything.The deep voice who’d uttered the obvious statement came from a man sitting across from me. He was short in stature, at least eighty, and underwhelming with each feature. The only exception to this underwhelming presence was his eyes; they seemed wise and ancient which wasn’t exactly surprising in an older face but they seemed to have seen more than could possibly have been seen in anyone’s lifetime. They seemed to contain the secrets of the universe. The only thing that fit those eyes was his mysterious personality which suited them perfectly. For whatever reason, I trusted the eyes unreservedly. Although perhaps one day I’d come to regret it.“Then we must go forward with the plan.” He looked at me thoughtfully and I unconsciously stood straighter.“Yes Luke, I’m afraid you’re right.” was his reply “We have already gone too far to stop now.”The corners of my mouth immediately curved upwards in excitement. This would be my moment to change my history for the better, my only chance to reclaim what was meant to be mine, all I had to do was dig through my past.15 years earlierKate Williams peered into the strange object which sat in the bottom of her father’s curio cabinet. Unlike the typical old keepsakes found in the cabinet, the orb caught Kate’s attention. With its translucent material of brown and gold that seemed to move as she watched it. One might suspect this strange object to be a clock based on what was visible on the inside but Kate knew better, after all, no one knew when or where it had even come from, only that it had been passed down in her family from generation to generation. Neither did it tell time nor did it even have a face, only strange swirls.Suddenly the thud of footsteps approached. Kate froze like a deer in headlights. She knew she wasn’t allowed to be in her father’s office. She could only imagine his fury if he caught her in here once again. The door slid open and of course, all she could manage in her frozen state was to widen her eyes in anticipation.“Kate! What are you doing?!” Kate’s jaw loosened, embarrassment replacing any leftover fear.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”“W-well um…” she stood up feeling awkward “I-I uh thought you were my dad.” At this point she was nervously picking at a rubber band on her wrist.“Do I look that much like him?” For a second Kate saw a twinge of hurt flash over his face then he smiled with an idea. He lifted his chin up high, then he gave a sneer that was scarily close to her Dad’s which was odd on a face that held so much laughter. She watched as he made his voice as deep as he could muster.“Kate, you are such a disappointment! Breathing! UGH, disgusting! I was never such an insolent child at your age!”Kate covered her mouth with her hand, trying her best not to laugh, the side of her mouth twitching in disobedience. He saw and gave a proud smile followed by a bow.“Thank you, I’ll be here all night ladies and gentlemen!”Her hand left her mouth and a full-on smile burst out, he smiled in like. Then she remembered her initial fear.“Very funny Luke, but we should get out of here before my luck runs out.”“Fine, fine,” Luke said “But what is it your dad’s so scared of you doing in here anyway?”Kate shrugged “dunno”. He looked at her for a second, head tilted to one side, then he seemed to brush it off.
“Well we should get going anyways, the bus will be here soon and I’m not walking to school.”
Kate looked back towards the object, something wasn’t right, it seemed to swirl faster.
“Kate, you coming?” Luke was at the door, impatience coating his face.
“Yeah, I’m coming.”
4 years later
Once again Kate Williams couldn’t help but think about the orb. She’d skipped school. If her father found out, she’d be dead before she could say “sorry” but Kate had to do this. She had to discover what it did… why it was calling to her. She’d always been fascinated by it but, in the last month or so she’d felt a tug towards it like someone was whispering in her ear to take hold of it. Kate walked towards the now glowing sphere in a haze. She felt as if she was watching someone else’s hands grasp the cool sphere. At her touch, it began to hum with power.
Everything in her told her to put it down and never touch it again yet she no longer had control. Her hands lifted it and the room tilted, winds thrashed encapsulating her in her own personal tornado. Her breathing became heavy and uneven. She suddenly felt as if she’d run miles through blazing heat.
The winds became quieter yet twisted faster and faster until her feet lifted slightly off the ground. Then the one thing she least expected happened; she saw faces within the storm. Kate squinted trying to identify each face that flashed through the wind until she realized with a gasp, that her life was literally flashing before her eyes. She watched pictures of her younger self and those of her older self, playing events of the past and seemingly of the future. A thought then sparked in her mind; a question that had blazed in her mind since she was little.
She knew what to do. It was as if it was precoded in her mind. She closed her eyes and focused on the picture of the one person she wished more than anything to see.
The pictures swirled, blurring beyond recognition until they were slowly replaced by images of a different person.
“Mom?” Kate choked out. She could hear the consistent beep sound coming from a heart monitor and the raspy breathing coming from her mother. Kate watched in solemn silence. Why had this picture stopped in front of her? Any other picture would’ve suited her much better. Instead she’d been given one of her mother in her final days.
Kate continued to watch her mom. Then the picture turned its head looking directly at her. Kate stumbled backward, eyes widening.
“Kate, is that you?”
At first, Kate was too shocked to speak, but managed to choke out a simple “yes”. She’d always imagined a conversation like this:
“I’m so sorry Kate” or maybe a “You deserve better.”
Yet what her mom actually said couldn’t have been any more different:
“You shouldn’t have used the sphere.”
Kate just stared at the picture for a second before finding her voice.
“What! B-but why?!
Her mom’s eyebrows knit together and a steely voice responded
“Our family has sworn to protect and guard that sphere and more than anything never use it unless for dire circumstances.”
Of course, Kate should have known her mom would be like this, yet she’d always hoped she wasn’t. After all, what hope did that give her of being different from her parents?
Kate’s face must’ve been incredibly readable because her mom’s face softened and in a kinder voice she continued, “Kate just promise me you won’t do this again. Our family is meant to protect this. What if the orb tears the world? Would you really risk everything? For everyone? ”
Kate stood silent for a moment too long. “No,” Kate looked towards the ground as anger and disappointment surged through her.
“Kate,” her mom said, and reluctantly she looked up, and something unexpected came,
“I’m sorry but you have to protect the sphere.I love you.”
And with that, everything became quiet. The orb rolled from her hands down to the floor. Tears dripped down Kate’s face and she started to sob, the built-up anger, disappointment, and loss all tearing through her.
5 years later
Luke felt his cheeks spread to their widest capacity. He couldn’t help but be excited. He hadn’t seen Kate in four years; since they graduated.
Weirdly enough Kate’s dad was the one who had bought him the plane ticket. When Luke asked why he just said she’d want him there for her birthday. For whatever reason, that was the best thing he’d ever heard.
A memory flashed through his brain, from around the end of junior year, Kate had skipped school. She’d said she’d just been sick but he knew better, after that one day she had become entirely different: more serious. He’d pestered her non-stop for about a month until one day she just broke.
“Luke! Just leave it alone okay?! Even if something did happen I wouldn’t have told you anyway” and then she broke down crying.
He might as well have taped “world’s biggest jerk” to his forehead for making his best friend cry like that. He’d felt terrible. Then he registered the piece about not trusting him and all hell broke loose.
After that they didn’t speak for months, that’s probably when he realized she was more than a friend to him, but he didn’t dare say anything. Not until graduation when they were going to seperate colleges, he felt had no other choice. Of course she hadn’t felt the same way.
Before he knew it he was walking up to her apartment. He was never one to feel anxiety but, at that moment it felt like an overweight elephant was sitting on his chest. He was tempted to return to his car, drive far away, and devise a lame excuse.
He took a shaky breath and lifted his hand towards the doorbell and took a shaky breath. Before he was able to press the button, the door opened. And there he was face to face with Kate herself.
“Hi,” spouted from his mouth and Kate glared at him in return.
“What are you doing here?” she growled
“Happy to see you too!”
She closed the door behind her, grabbed his arm and dragged him back towards his car “Soo, I flew all the way here for your birthday, and you’re going to kick me out?”
“Yes,” she said
“Wow, ok.”
“Really you’re going to give up just like that?”
“Yup. Do you think I came all the way here just for you? I do have other friends still living here, you know.” She didn’t say anything, instead she just looked away.
“You know the world really does not revolve around you.”
She turned around and as a single tear dripped down her face she whispered an “I’m sorry”.
All of his anger melted away.
“Wow,” he thought, “I am way too easily manipulated.”
“Look, Kate, I didn’t mean to upset you here by coming.”
She angrily pushed the tear off her face
“It’s okay, maybe if you came another time?”
“Kate? Who or what is making you cry? That’s my job.”
“It’s none of your business.” It was definitely a guy.
“Yeah, okay,” he said with every bit of sarcasm, then he turned back towards the house and stormed in. He hadn’t been here in four years and there was no way he’d leave yet. No one should make Kate cry, especially not on her birthday.
“Luke don’t be stupid!” he heard her shout at him, but, it was already too late- stupid mode had been flipped on.
He opened the door and let himself in, the first person he saw was her dad.
“Hi sir, someone is bringing Kate to tears. Any chance you know who it is?” Her dad smiled, which I couldn’t help but think was an odd response.
“Well if I had one guess it’d be her boyfriend: Daniel”.
He had said Daniel with a growl, and Luke couldn’t help but, wonder if he’d bought the plane ticket for Luke so he could get rid of him. He pointed towards Daniel and Luke immediately wondered why Kate would be with such a loser. The guy was muscular but, he had a dumb, cocky look about him which meant no good automatically. Luke walked towards him knowing just how to handle this type.
“Hey! Dani!” Luke called
“Do I uh do I know you?” was the guy’s response.
“What! Come on, Dani, you remember me!”
“Oh uh-yeah sorry man, of course, I-uh remember you.” He was an awful liar.
“Good, good! Well between two friends I just saw your girlfriend outside cryin’ any idea why?”
“Psh, hell if I know.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, yeah ok well she saw me talking to this chick and freaked out about it.”
That didn’t sound like Kate at all.
“Wow, are you sure you were just talking to her?” Daniel’s eyes narrowed
“So, what if I wasn’t”
At that point, Luke had had enough, he pushed the loser against the wall with every bit of force, and the guy’s eyes bulged. Luke spoke quietly
“Well Daniel, you hurt Kate, you mess with me and you don’t want to be messing with me. Now you have something good going on being with someone like Kate who obviously loves you enough to be crying over you, so I suggest you be nice to her. You hear me?”
At that moment Luke was grateful for every workout he’d ever done, now it was finally worth it to be able to pin this guy against a wall.
“Yeah, yeah ok.”
With that Luke set him down and brushed off Daniel’s shoulders.
“Now you be a good boy and go apologize.”
Luke grabbed his car keys from his pocket knowing his job was done. He then turned around to a glaring Kate. Wow this felt like deja vu.
“Hey, Kate look-” Kate grabbed his shoulders and yanked him down to a kiss.
2 years later
Everything was perfect. Luke had finally proposed to Kate and she’d said yes. They were both overjoyed with excitement. Of course, even the happiest moments can be utterly destroyed. Luke should have seen it coming. They had just talked the night before and he was planning to stop by and see her the next morning except she wouldn’t return any calls. That was unusual but he just brushed it off which was probably the dumbest mistake he’d ever made. Maybe he could have stopped it right then and there had he gotten to her earlier.
The news was delivered by a phone call by a man with a severe yet gentle voice. Luke drove to the hospital as fast as he could but, by then it was already too late.
Luke never cried, but seeing her crumpled body brought endless sobbing. He’d asked the man what happened and he replied with an all too simple
“She jumped.”
Luke couldn’t believe that. Kate was always happy. Why didn’t she just talk to him? This had to be his fault, maybe he’d missed the signs. And why was she holding that strange orb?
Present time
Luke was once again grateful for the old man. After all, he never would’ve discovered what Kate’s orb did without the man’s help. Yet as the old man had already stated, they were running out of time. Apparently, the orb could only go back in time so far. He would know. Luke would always refer to him as the old man yet he knew he was truly Luke’s older self unable to reach that point in time they both wanted. He hadn’t known they were the same person until Luke finally confronted him for answers. It all made sense though. Why else would he want exactly what he wanted?
Luke held the key to his past and future. Old-luke had explained what would happen when he used it so he wasn’t at all surprised as tornado-like winds wrapped around him. He closed his eyes and focused on the face that had tormented him for four years. The winds changed and pictures of her face began to swirl within them.
“Kate,” he whispered and with that they slowed to a picture of her standing on top of a building. A knot hit his throat and he swallowed it down.
“Kate, why?” he said, his voice cracking with emotion.
She looked towards him, her eyes filled with pity, he must’ve looked awful.
“Our son, Luke.” I didn’t understand.
“He would’ve torn the world in two.” she paused tears brimming in her eyes.
“Luke, if you’d seen what I’ve seen you’d understand.”
“Kate, this is crazy! Don’t kill yourself. Why don’t you just destroy the orb?”
“That’s my plan Luke.”
Then it dawned on him, she’d been holding it in her hands the day of her death; she’d tried to destroy it.
“No, no Kate, it doesn’t work.” his voice cracked “I was there.”
She shook her head in disappointment. “Then there’s no destroying it.”
“What if we hide it and just never speak of it, it’ll just be our secret.”
Kate looked like she’d seen a ghost.
“Or we can figure something else out.” Luke said hesitantly.
Kate simply pointed behind him, her eyes wide. Luke whipped around; it was just the old man. Except something wasn’t right, he looked violent, his eyes filled with greed.
“Luke,” Kate whispered “It’s him.” It’s him, Luke’s head spun.
“Finally, I have it again.” Said the raspy voice of Luke’s betrayer the winds swirled, and at that moment Luke realized the old man would never have been born making Kate never commit suicide and Luke never go on his weird downwards spiral. The winds swirled around Luke and except for the faint memory of his past four years and the decision to adopt a daughter all was as it should’ve been. The orb simply sat in a curio cabinet of Luke’s office.
Best Ham Sandwiches
These Best Ham Sandwiches are great served hot or at room temperature.
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Ingredients
2 (12 count) packages sweet Hawaiian rolls
1 1/2 pounds Virginia ham (NOT honey ham)
12 slices Swiss cheese
1 stick real butter
2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon onion powder
1 teaspoon poppy seeds
Instructions
Place the bottoms of 12 rolls in each of two 9 x 13 inch pans.
Place ham (about 2 shaved slices or so) on the rolls.
Cut the cheese slices into 4 parts and place 2 small pieces on each sandwich.
Put the dinner roll tops on.
In a saucepan, mix butter, Worcestershire sauce, onion powder, garlic powder and poppy seeds.
When all butter is melted, brush the melted mixture over the ham sandwiches.
Cover with foil and let sit in the refrigerator for 1 hour or overnight.
Heat oven to 375 degrees F and bake for 15 minutes or until cheese is melted.
Serve.
What will make a married man cheat on his wife?
Sex. Men like sex.
It’s a biological fact that a women’s libido begins to lesson as they age. Some manage to push through it while others just put sex on the back burner and act like just having sex once or twice a month should be good enough for a married man.
At first, it is accepted by the man for the greater good, but over time the idea of sex eventually becomes almost a burden for the woman in the relationship. The man starts getting upset and then the woman starts having sympathy sex just shut the man up. He even tries to be extra sweet for his wife in hopes that this will trigger some kind of sexual response. It doesn’t and the frustration begins to set in. The fire slowly dwindles and the sex life that they once shared is nothing but an empty shell of its former self.
I love my wife more than anything. She is supportive, sweet, compassionate and very cute. In every other area of our marriage, we mesh quite well. However, she just doesn’t care that much for sex anymore. We’ve had long discussions about it but we always end up back in the same place. She has also become very dull and boring sexually, and completely uninterested in trying new things. I will never understand how someone can go from seemingly loving to give oral sex often to being almost disgusted by it. It’s the same penis down there. Surprise, men like getting blowjobs. She doesn’t even want to receive oral even though I love giving it. Imagine that, a wife turning down oral. Crazy, right?
I take care of myself, I have good hygiene, and if you ask her, she will tell you how handsome and sweet I am and how well I treat her, and I really do treat her well.
None of this matters when it comes to our almost nonexistent sex life. I’m 37 years old and I’m lucky to get it more than once or twice a month. She was even too tired to have sex on our last anniversary and promised to make it up to me. It took a week and a half to make it up to me. I am a patient man but even I have my limits.
The last thing I want is to divorce my wife. In every other area of our marriage, she really is gied men cheat.
Great and I am a very lucky husband. We laugh often, we support each other emotionally, we both contribute equally, but I am beyond dissatisfied with out physical intimacy. After 16 years, I have never cheated on her, but I am pretty much at the point now where if the opportunity presented itself, I honestly don’t know if I would be able to turn it down.This is why marrHow long was Dylan klebold alive after Eric shot himself?
According to most autopsy reports, Eric Harris died instantly when both he and Dylan Klebold allegedly shot themselves at 12:08 PM.
The exact timing of their suicides is not exactly known, but is based on what Patti Nielsen — the staff teacher who had called 9–1–1 from the library, and who was by this time cowering in a nearby room — saw on the clock when she heard two male voices shouting: “One… Two… Three…!” followed by two loud gunshots.
By the time this occurred, twelve students were dead in the library, and many others were injured — some of whom were able to make their way out of the room on their own.
Among the few wounded survivors who remained in the room were Lisa Kreutz — who would continue to slip in and out of consciousness — and Patrick Ireland — whose state of being was no better.
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Two others are also widely believed to have been breathing at this point:
Matthew Kechter — who had been shot once in the chest by Dylan Klebold and left for dead beside the body of Isaiah Shoels
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Before their apparent suicides, Kreutz claimed to have been alert when she heard Klebold and Harris entering back into the library, where the former asked the latter: “Are you still with me? We’re still gonna do this, right?”
It is possible that the shooters knew she was still alive, due to Kreutz also reporting one of them saying to the other “That girl over there…”
Not long afterwards, she heard a loud bang that was probably from Eric Harris’s sawed off shotgun, which he had placed in his mouth.
The upper half of his head was torn to pieces.
In all probability, his death was instantaneous.
A second bullet from Dylan Klebold’s Tec-9 Mini was probably fired in that instance, and so Dylan laid there dying in a pool of his own blood.
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Patrick Ireland — who was the nearest victim to the shooters — said he woke up about an hour later to hear gurgling and a cough whose “voice sounded deeper”, leading him to believe that it was a male.
Ireland laid there for a while longer until the sound abated.
Only then did he make his way to the window of the Columbine library, where he was pulled out — only to fall several feet onto a nearby truck and possibly break his arms as a consequence.
Kreutz would later be found by a SWAT team member at around 3:30 PM — four hours after being shot — and become the only survivor of the library to be rescued by emergency personnel.
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By the time the scene was clear, Matthew Kechter and Dylan Klebold had both bled to death.
At what time did Klebold die?
Assuming that Ireland really did wait for Klebold to die beside him, then we know that it could not have been any later than 2:38 PM, as that was the official time given for when he fell out of the window on live television.
However, it is also quite likely that it took him at least several minutes to get to a window, leading me to suspect that Klebold died before 2:30 PM — or was at least close enough to death that he had become unresponsive.
It is a tragic irony that Klebold — who had wanted to commit suicide more than Harris — botched his own death in such a way that he may have lingered on the library floor, alone and helpless, for well over two hours after pulling that trigger.
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What attracts you the most during the Airshow China 2024 in South China’s Zhuhai?
The rapid rate of evolution
The Average Design Improvement to Commercial Introduction for US Aircraft is around 6-8 years
This means if someone decides to modify the F-35 Or F-15 for better maneuverability , it takes an average of 6 years to get it to proper commercial production and a further 2 years into a Squadron
For China this is 2 1/2 — 3 1/2 years tops!!!!
That’s the secret for their rapidly closing technology gap in many areas of defense
This means if someone proposes design modifications for a J-15 that overcomes a specific weakness, it can be commercially manufactured into a squadron within 30–42 months!!!!!
That was what caught my attention
My son went to the Air Show
He was more impressed with the WHITE EMPEROR metal mock up design whose prototype was to be delivered to PLAAF by 1/1/2026
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He also liked the J-20s and SU-57 which was the big thing everyone came to watch
However I liked the J-15 D
The rate of evolution was FANTASTIC
It was a prototype in 2022 May and now you have 24 ready and another 24 to be delivered by 2025
That’s 3 Squadrons
By now my bet is the next design improvement has already been approved and the next three squadrons of J-15E will be delivered by 2027/28
Like I keep saying – I am not impressed with Individual aircraft
Aircraft costing $ 180 Million plus $ 5 1/2 Million to train a Pilot which can be blown down by a $ 600,000 missile is not my idea of efficiency
I like Aircraft Production and Evolution and Stable Economics
So I like the rapidity of evolution of Chinese Aircraft
In 2000 – The Gap was maybe 100:15
Now it’s 100:90
In a mere 24 years
It will reach parity by 2027
(Again I am being conservative. USAF General Withers says Parity is already reached)
What attracts you the most during the Airshow China 2024 in South China’s Zhuhai?
This. The HQ-19 ballistic missile defense system.
The chinese version of American THAAD ER has been operational for some time, but only made its debut at zhuhai 2024.
The interceptors used are bigger than THAAD, and can reportedly counter hypersonic glide vehicles that deviate from ballistic profiles.
Networked with other sensors and air defense systems, it is probably a match for the russian s-500, with China having the edge in sensor coverage.
This fills the biggest missing piece in Chinese air defense coverage.
At the beginning of the year, there were 3 big missing pieces for the Chinese military to go head-to-head with the Americans.
At the end of 2024, I can say there is only one system left: the next gen type 096 ballistic missile nuclear submarine.
The type 095 next gen nuclear attack sub is either in testing or already operational.
4B Movement FAILED And This New Feminist Trend Is WORSE
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.
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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.
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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
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
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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.
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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.
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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%
So
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
Or
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
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.
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.
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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.
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?
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.
. . .
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.
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TOP 100 Hyper-Realistic Female Robots INDISTINGUISHABLE From Humans
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
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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.
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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 ever
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.
I have written about my one sister who was always, and relentlessly, picking on me and calling me “stupid”. I mention it now, as an older man. One who has a few hundred miles under my belt. I see things as they were, and where everyone failed.
Oh, for her, it was automatic. If she saw me do something, she would set out to destroy it. If she saw me she called me “stupid”. If I had homework, she would take and hide it. If I made something, she would destroy it. If I had a chance to go out and make new friends, she would pollute and disparage my efforts. And so on and so forth.
My parents did nothing.
So without corrective behavior, her actions got worse and worse over time.
Now, and take note; without corrections, the real evil came out. Especially when she hit her early teens. The “nightmare” years for young girls.
Her picking and tormenting me was always present in school. But the teachers just overlooked it, or assumed that it was just “sibling rivalry”, which I heard on more than one occasion.
Boys fighting; “Break it up. Break it up.”
Girl – Boy conflict; “Oh, it’s nothing. Just sibling rivalry”.
In middle school, a number of my teachers mentioned this to my parents. But nothing came of it. At least none that I know of, and she never did change her behaviors.
However, sometime around 7th grade, the teachers were starting to get fed up of her antics. (Well, to me they were antics. Perhaps to the teachers they saw this a budding problem.) People outside of the family were starting to notice the “trickle down” effect, as well as blatant instances.
She would start these actions, like chants. When I was being picked for teams in gym, she would start screaming at the top of her lungs “don’t pick him. He’s so stoooopid. Only idiots pick losers“. And all the other girls joined in.
Hive mind I guess.
And soon the entire class would join in. Everyone picking on me and making fun of me. You are in a class of sixty kids and all of the kids start ganging up on one kid in a offensive manner.
Eventually the teacher would stroll by and tell everyone to “shut up” and to “stop it”. But that was the best that I could ever expect.
Anyways, that was typical.
As always, no fatherly guidance, no big brothers or uncles to set me right and help me though boyhood. I lived in the USA. “Be a man and take it“.
The USA.
*spit on the ground*
And of course, my father always chimed in with the tired old narrative “You’re the oldest son, you have to take the hits”.
*collecting spittle in my throat and honking out a big splatter on the sidewalk*
It came to a head when my sister actively ratted on me for something innocent, and tried to make a big deal about it.
This time.
Oh, this time…
The teacher, called her out on it.
Surprised me.
In fact it was so unusual, I was stunned. Totally unexpected.
And we had a trial in the class over it.
The teacher organized everything. There was a judge, a jury, a prosecutor, and a defense attorney.
Of course, all the girls all tried to stick together but they had no arguments, as they were basing everything on their feelings. Which were, by default, against me.
He’s stupid.
Look at him. What a loser.
You can’t listen to him, he’s a nothing.
Eventually, she lost and was punished by losing some kind of social status that was important to her. I don’t remember what. As I just did my best to keep the hell out of it and was intentionally being as neutral as possible.
It didn’t change her behavior, however.
She just became smarter and sneaker in what she did. And some of the (revised) actions that she took were actually dangerous. From trying to starve me with minute portions of leftovers, to actually physically attacking me; breaking my nose (she threw a full jar of pickles at me, and hit me straight on my face) and sending me to the hospital.
*sigh*
I won’t bore you all with the details.
The point here is that the “damage” that my sister caused to my ego as I was growing up, could have been mitigated, or eliminated completely if I had parents who were actively aware of the situation, and took steps to correct it. Rather than telling a five year old child to “act like a man and take it“, as well as “don’t fight back“, and “don’t stoop to their level“.
The blue pill feminism really fucked up boys of my generation, and that caused the complete collapse of American society. It’s in free-fall now.
How’s it going for you all.
This is what happens when you allow deranged people to do things without consequence.
*sheech*
Today…
What are your thoughts on the trend of Americans labeling themselves as “TikTok refugees” and migrating to the Chinese social media platform RedNote (Xiaohongshu)?
In retrospect, the US government’s hostility towards TikTok is one of the biggest political blunders of theirs in recent years. Late stage capitalism is barely held together by bread and circus; when bread becomes unaffordable and the circus is banned due to “antisemitism/threatening US national security”, people seek alternatives.
And what better alternative is there than China? Thus, the exodus of “TikTok refugees” to Xiaohongshu.
The great thing about cultural exchanges of this sort is that both sides benefit from deeper understanding. Interacting with “TikTok refugees” has only made Chinese people more sympathetic towards American millennials and gen z – just as Americans are becoming better informed on, and more willing to humanise the Chinese.
For decades, liberals in China have been telling people that America is a paradise where you can easily strike it rich, you can be free, and your rights as an individuals are protected…you know, typical 20th century “American Dream” rhetoric. But while Chinese youngsters these days no longer hold any illusions that the grass is greener on the other side, most of them have never been to America or met any Americans, which meant they have no way of knowing what things are really like over there.
The recent influx of American users on Xiaohongshu has been an eye-opener, to say the least. For instance, one of the most popular questions Chinese users like to ask American newcomers – besides “I’m your designated Chinese spy, have you paid your ‘cat tax’ today (i.e. shared a picture of your cats)?” – is “how many hours do you work per week?”. This is no surprise, as class consciousness is observably rising among both Chinese and American youngsters, and Chinese youths have been disgruntled with the conditions of the Chinese labour market for years.
What is surprising, however, are the responses given by the Yanks.
Contrary to popular belief in China that Americans have it “easier” than the Chinese do, the reality is that most American youths are working two or more jobs to make ends meet, with one viral comment from an American user stating they were working up to 84 hours per week (for reference, Chinese tech companies’ notorious “996 system” is only 72 hours per week).
No wonder American gen z’ers are the least patriotic generation on record. If you had to work 84 hours a week just to afford food and rent (and we still haven’t factored in the ridiculous costs of education and healthcare in the US that made them so supportive of a man like Luigi Mangione), you’d find it challenging to feel patriotic too.
Speaking of patriotism, there is a popular liberal narrative in China that depicts Americans as having better “critical thinking” skills due to “more individualism/freedom” and “less nationalistic propaganda”. Likewise in the US, there is a deep-rooted perception that the Chinese are “brainwashed” and “unable to think for themselves”.
But when the youths of these two nations actually talked to each other on the same platform, the myths were debunked instantly. The truth is that in American schools, students pledge allegiance to the flag every single morning; whereas in China, students only raise the national flag and sing the national anthem once per week.
↑“For those of you who didn’t know, every morning American children aged 5 and above must stand up and place their right hands over their hearts, and recite the pledge of allegiance to the American flag. At every sporting event (professional or even children’s), before the national anthem is played, we would cover our hearts and stand up.“
“That’s shocking, when I was 5 all I could recite were textbook passages or something…”
Here in the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region – where westerners constantly tell me I’ve been “oppressed” by big bad China all my life – in all my years as a schoolboy, not once did I ever have to pledge allegiance to any flag or nation (the only entity my school required me to praise was God).
Which of the two regimes is more “nationalistic” and “brainwashing”? Should be pretty obvious.
China isn’t perfect, but even as a developing country, it has done extraordinarily well for itself. Most people have a stable job, a roof over their heads, plenty of good food to enjoy, free/subsidised healthcare and education, a relatively healthy environment for dating and raising a family, and some of the safest streets in the world. This is the kind of normalcy that young Americans crave, and what their Chinese counterparts take for granted.
Even the stereotype of “oppression” is questionable. There are plenty of things you can talk about on Chinese social media that would have you censored or even arrested in America – things like the aforementioned case of Luigi Mangione, and Israel’s ongoing genocide of the Palestinians. Which is just one more reason why so many “TikTok refugees” find Chinese social media so refreshing. Unlike Americans climbing over the Great Firewall in search of freedom of speech, and as a gesture of protest against the US government, most Chinese people only use a VPN for porn, not anti-government activities.
Chinese people are incredibly tolerant to different opinions – this is necessary in a nation of 1.4 billion. “Cancel culture” isn’t a thing, in fact there is no decent Chinese translation of this western concept. You can be pro- or anti-Israel/Palestine, you can be pro- or anti-Russia/Ukraine, you can be pro- or anti-LGBT…and even when people disagree, they tend to be more forgiving about it – maybe it’s because Chinese people aren’t naturally confrontational, or perhaps they know that life is hard enough without bringing internet beef into it. This is completely unlike Reddit, Twitter or even here on Quora.
Right now most of the American youngsters on Xiaohongshu tend to be left-leaning, but I believe Chinese internet has a place for you regardless of your beliefs or interests. China has plenty of weeaboos, wehraboos, furries, gooners and all kinds of subcultures, whatever suits your tastes.
By the way this phenomenon is quickly going global. Rednote/Xiaohongshu isn’t just the most downloaded app in the US, it’s also topping the charts in Europe and Africa. Might be too early to be sure, but this unprecedented “east-meets-west” social experiment is really starting to look promising.
American TikTok Refugees Joining Chinese Social Media App REDnote
This is a MUST watch! This is happening RIGHT NOW!
GOD!
What an amazing time to be living!!!!!
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.
As you’ve gotten older, do you regret getting tattoos, and do you warn young people of your regrets?
I don’t actually have any tattoos, but I remember a conversation I had about 25 years ago with a cosmetic doctor. I happened to ask him, “Do you like tattoos?” To which he replied, “Yes, I really like them.” Surprised, I said, “Oh, I didn’t realize you had any.” He responded, “I don’t, but they’re going to be my retirement. I’ll spend all my time lasering them off.”
As we continued the discussion, he pointed out that tattoos can be problematic because they often reveal a person’s age. For example, in a country like the UK, if someone has “love” and “hate” tattooed on their knuckles along with swallows, it’s likely they’re elderly e.g 70s or 80s. If they have a Celtic band, they’re probably in their 50s now. And with the full sleeves that are so popular today, who knows what that will signify in the future?
Personally, I think the main issue with tattoos is that many people believe they’re expressing their individuality, when in reality, they’re just following a trend.
Why are Chinese living standards so much lower than American living standards?
Fed up with the narrative that China’s living standards are inferior? Here’s a blunt reality check. Chinese living standards are often seen as lower than those in the United States, but this perception doesn’t tell the whole story. China has experienced remarkable growth and development, making life here in many ways comparable to, and sometimes even better than, life in America.
China has undergone an incredible transformation under the Communist Party’s leadership. The country has moved from being war-torn and agrarian to a global economic powerhouse. The focus has been on lifting hundreds of millions out of poverty, building world-class infrastructure, and providing accessible healthcare and education. These improvements are part of a concerted effort to modernize China along the lines of socialism with Chinese characteristics.
When it comes to affordability, China’s got a clear advantage. The cost of living is much lower. For instance, you can get a meal at McDonald’s for significantly less here than in the U.S. Renting a decent home is far more affordable in China, and property taxes are practically non-existent. Healthcare is another area where China shines. Medical care is affordable and doesn’t lead to crushing medical debts. For example, complete cancer treatment can cost around $3000 out of pocket—no insurance needed. Compare that to the U.S., where healthcare costs can be sky-high, and you see how the Chinese system offers real peace of mind.
Quality of life in China also benefits from fewer GMOs, hormones, and pesticides in food, leading to generally healthier eating options. The air quality, while improving, generally lacks the chem-trails you often see in the U.S. The social environment here is notably friendlier and quieter, with fewer gasoline engines resulting in a peaceful urban existence. The crime rates are relatively low too, so you can walk around at night without fearing for your safety.
Education and taxes? Hard to beat in China. Educational opportunities are almost free, making a huge difference for families. Low taxes mean you keep more of your income. These elements make life in China not just affordable but also secure and convenient.
From a government perspective, China has done an excellent job of safeguarding national independence and security while promoting national development. This adds another layer of stability to daily life. High crime rates, erratic healthcare costs, and unstable job markets aren’t major concerns here. Unlike in the U.S., you don’t have to worry about losing your medical insurance if you quit your job.
While the U.S. has a higher GDP per capita, this metric doesn’t capture the full picture of living standards. In the U.S., costs for medication, housing, and healthcare can be prohibitively high for many, reducing overall quality of life. By these measures, China offers a different but competitive quality of life.
So, the next time you hear someone claim that Chinese living standards are inferior, realize that the reality is more nuanced. In many critical areas, China not only holds its own but sometimes even surpasses the U.S. It’s time to challenge those outdated narratives and see the full picture.
Why has China not responded with a full scale trade war with the US?
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The Chinese government understands just how interconnected global economies are. A full-on trade war would hurt everyone involved and disrupt the market in a way that could take years to recover from. Look at how the US has been behaving under leaders like Trump—it’s all about quick, aggressive hits that make headlines but leave a trail of chaos. China knows that such rash decisions often lead to collateral damage, and who needs that?
China’s all about long-term stability and growth. Alienating trade partners with harsh retaliations just doesn’t fit into their big-picture thinking. By keeping their responses more measured, China shows its commitment to being a stable and reliable partner in international trade, which is crucial for its long-term goals. This way, China can keep growing its economic influence without burning bridges.
Let’s talk about perception. In international relations, how you’re seen by other countries matters a lot. Acting recklessly in a trade war could really mess up China’s image globally. By showing restraint, China positions itself as the rational, dependable player on the global stage. This helps build trust and stronger economic ties with other nations, making them more likely to choose China as a trading partner over the US.
History has shown that China’s approach to dealing with international challenges is innovative and strategic rather than confrontational. When the US tried to shut China out of systems like the International Space Station or the global GPS network, China didn’t throw a tantrum. Instead, it created and deployed its own superior systems. This shows a consistent strategy of long-term thinking and resilience rather than knee-jerk reactions.
In the end, China’s moderation in this trade spat with the US underscores its broader ambitions. By not getting sucked into a destructive trade war, China remains focused on its long-term goals of economic prosperity and international cooperation. Meanwhile, the US seems more preoccupied with short-term wins and aggressive posturing. This difference in approach is clear and shows exactly why China hasn’t gone nuclear in the trade war.
So, when you look at the bigger picture, it’s clear: China is playing the long game, thinking about the future, while the US is caught up in the here and now. It’s a strategy that might not make the most noise, but it’s probably the smartest move in the long run.
What is the bravest thing you have ever seen someone do?
This is Kendrick Castillo.
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He was born on March 14, 2001, in Denver, Colorado (USA). He was in his senior year at STEM School Highlands Ranch, just a few days from graduation.
It was an ordinary Tuesday afternoon; Kendrick was watching The Princess Bride in his British literature class. An 18 year-old-male, Devon Erickson, entered the classroom and pulled out a gun demanding everyone “not to move”.
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(Devon Erickson in court. He was one of the suspected gunmen.)
Kendrick was about a foot away from Devon so he immediately lunged at the shooter to try and subdue him so everyone else could get to safety. Kendrick was shot afterwards and three other students also tackled Devon trying to subdue him while everyone else fled the classroom. Bialy, one of the other students who tackled the shooter, checked up on Kendrick after they subdued Devon. Unfortunately, Kendrick wasn’t moving. Other students tried to stop the bleeding by applying pressure on the wound.
“He cared enough about people that he would do something like that, even though it’s against my better judgment,” John Castillo (Kendrick’s father) told the newspaper. “I wish he had gone and hid, but that’s not his character. His character is about protecting people, helping people.”
“Kendrick Castillo died a legend. He died a trooper,” Brendan Bialy (One of the other students that tackled the shooter) said. “I know he will be with me for the rest of my life.”
“Be selfless, that’s what my son was, and it got him killed, but he saved others,” John Castillo said.
“I know that because of what he did, others are alive, and I thank God for that. I love him. And he is a hero and he always will be,” his dad, John Castillo, said.
In a time of desperation and fear, Kendrick Castillo acted quickly trying to protect the people around him. He risked his own life to even give his fellow peers a chance of running away to safety. Sadly, he did not make it; however, who knows what could’ve happened if he hadn’t lunged forward. Perhaps there would’ve been more casualties. In that time, Kendrick gave his own life for others.
Rest in Peace, Kendrick Castillo (2001–2019).
You will be remembered and honored as a hero by millions around the world.
What would happen to the value of the US dollar if China stopped accepting it for their goods? Would they switch to another form of payment, such as gold?
China is already using other currencies in its foreign trade. About 3 years ago, the share of dollar in its foreign trade settlement was 70%. This has fallen to less than 40%. The major share is yuan at over 50%, and about 10% in other currencies, notable ruble.
If you exclude China’s trade with the US, the share of yuan rises to about 60%.
The China-Russia trade is done without the dollar. This was worth $240 billion last year, and growing at double-digit. China has many bilateral agreements that exclude the dollar. PBOC has scores of currency swap arrangements with other central banks.
China would not refuse to accept the dollar in its trade with the US. It would be fool-hardy. US is an important trade partner. China has use for the dollar even though it is not accumulating it, such as to invest in US Treasuries.
The use of the dollar in international transactions has been declining. This is not just China, other countries also. US misused of the dollar as an instrument of sanctions is one reason. Another one is the easy use of other currencies facilitated by electronics, such as blockchain and 5G. This trend is likely to intensify when a BRICS payment/settlement system is in placed. This will speed up the development of the multi-currency system.
There is no need to have a one-for-one replacement of international payment/settlement system. The new BRICS system will function alongside the dollar system. Neither one will dominate. Countries will chose the system most suitable to their needs in particular transactions.
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This dream was strange, even for a dream it was strange. What was stranger was that Mo remembered the dream. Mo knew he dreamt, everyone did, but seldom did he have any recollection of where his mind wandered to at night. Of the dreams that did make themselves known to him, most were those that occurred between his alarm and the small window of snoozing. He didn’t trust those dreams as they were impossibly long for the seven minute window he had available in which to drift off. Maybe they were dreams of dreams. He hoped not, because there was a darkness therein that shamed him. A cruelty and a cynicism that made him wonder just what kind of person his subconscious thought he was.This dream was as different as it got, and now as he lay there in a state between sleep and consciousness, he held onto it for a little while longer, turning it this way and that, so he could see what it was he’d caught in his net.He shivered as he realised that it wasn’t even his dream. He’d plagiarised his nocturnal story and stolen the costume he wore as he met talking animals who were all on drugs as far as he could tell. Unless of course, it was him who was on drugs. That would make more sense. But he doubted drugs would make animals talk. And if they did talk, why in the hell would they speak the same language as Mo? He smiled to himself at that. He wasn’t as stupid as he acted. Not all of the time at least.The costume he’d donned concerned him. Was there a message there? He wasn’t a fan of dressing up, but to be wearing a dress was a bridge too far. He was sure that he hadn’t needed to adhere to that detail for the dream to work, but there he was, in a dress and he was wearing it like he really meant it. He was looking good. The best he’d ever looked and that made him wonder who the hell he really was.His dream was a dream of a story that was a dream in itself. The narrative was ladened with meaning. It was a kid’s story, but one that kids would never fully understand until they were well into adulthood and life had roughed them up plenty. There was something cruel about that. The story hung around and watched the pain train of life smash a person into something they no longer recognised, and then it stood there with a smarmy look on its face and said I told you so. It was all there in this story, if only a person took the time to think. But Mo knew that thinking was a rich man’s game. The poor and the listless were not meant to think. Not if they knew what was good for them.He lingered some more in the state between sleep and awakening, he hung around there for longer than he had any right to, and as he came back into the world of the consciously living, he thought he knew why. And it wasn’t only because his head pulsed with the pain of an injury he could not remember being in receipt of.Groaning, he wanted to scrunch his eyes shut in an abortive attempt at banishing the pain, but his eyes were fixed on something that he now could not unsee. Before him floated water droplets and arrayed around those droplets were tiny bubbles. Something caught in his chest, or in his throat, he could not be sure, as in that moment he could not be sure of anything, even what he was anymore. A fish out of water was no longer a fish. Not as a fish knew it anyway. Once it had left the reality of its existence, it was transformed into something so very different from what had once been of use, and it was that uselessness that smothered and confused it so totally that it could not find a way to be anymore.Water, thought Mo, in a distracted, spiralling state of affairs that he wanted to exaggerate and perpetuate, but could not. In his peripheral vision he saw two anaemic eels swaying in invisible currents. It took him a while to understand that these where his arms. Or rather, they had been his arms in another life. He left them there and blinked two more droplets of liquid into existence. They floated upwards and stared back at him. Two disembodied, accusatory eyes. Their accusations were a shopping list of questions, all of them barbed and coated with the poison of his own shame.Not for the first time did Mo feel like he should not be here. He’d never managed to be comfortable in his own skin. There’d been a mix up when he was made and he’d been given the wrong skin. It just didn’t fit right and it made him stand out for all the wrong reasons. Sometimes he felt people looking at him and wondering why he was infecting their view, mostly he felt the absence of any gaze. That was people mostly did. They ignored the irrelevant whilst they sought anything of value to them. Mo’s destiny was to be overlooked. He doubted he’d make it beyond this current, tawdry existence. He was in a last chance saloon and there was no destination beyond this. No reincarnation. No further credit that would send him back to the first level of the game. Never had been, but definitely not now. Not here. He was beyond hope, and he was certainly beyond reckoning.“Merv…” he’d wanted to say more. He’d wanted to curse his so called friend, but the sound of his voice was all wrong. It was the same voice he’d heard a thousand times, only now he couldn’t miss the false quality of it. This was a voice that had become unaccustomed to speaking the truth. Returning to silence was a blessed relief from an army of lies intent on storming the world.
Only this wasn’t the world, not as Mo knew it anyway. This was instead exile. Exile in a permanent dream state. That thought made Mo shudder. There was no permanency here. Any tendency towards a perpetual state of affairs was reliant upon the weakest of links and that link was Mo himself. He knew he was out of his depth. He was out of place with no notion as to how he could swim to safer and more recognisable shores.
The fact of his incompetence and weakness was exemplified by his remaining in his seat. There was no movement barring the two lifeless fronds that extended out from each side of him. His arms swaying this way and that, not wanting to be a part of this endeavour, but anchored in it all the same.
Eventually, Mo brought himself to speech once again, “Merv, what did you do?” he asked the empty space before him, for there was no Merv here. Merv was a million miles from here.
Of all the questions he could ask, this was the one that he knew the answer to. He repossessed his right arm and brought it slowly into his reality. Taking his time in case his wayward limb attempted to rebel, he touched the back of his head. Wincing, he confirmed that which he already knew. Bringing his hand around to his eyes, he saw a smear of his own blood.
Merv had really gone and done it. Mo chuckled mirthlessly and the sound of it hurt his soul. It wasn’t like Merv hadn’t told him, but Mo had chosen not to heed the truth of Merv’s warnings, using an oft used shield of rationalisation; why would he do such a thing?
Mo shook his head despite the pain it caused him. Just because he himself wouldn’t do a thing. Just because he could find no reason to do that thing. That didn’t mean that it would not occur. Sometimes people did things just because they could. More often than not, they did things because they could. Mo knew that if you could freeze time and ask a person why they’d done something self-evidently stupid, ignorant or downright dangerous, they’d stare into the void that was the mirror of their own with the eyes of a brain damaged sheep and give the only answer possible; nothing.
There was nothing.
And that was where Mo was now. He had nothing and he had plenty of time to contemplate the void that was at constant odds with meaning. The human race had been at war throughout its time in this reality. A conflict without end. They sought meaning, but the truth was that all they could really do was create meaning. But as fast as people built meaning, the void fed upon it, and the void was always hungry.
All the same, despite this philosophy of Mo’s, he reached back into his past and grasped at the offal of his time with Merv. Raising it aloft in his mind’s eye he could not help but see how diseased it had always been. The liver was shrivelled and hard. The guts pulsed with a grim, parasitic life. The cursed vision of his hindsight pained him further. Merv had not been joking around. Turned out that Merv had never been joking around. Merv was about as dangerous as it got and the punchline Mo was now living had about it a dark inevitability.
“Ignorant is, as ignorant does,” Mo whispered the words and that whisper took him back to a time and a place he had not visited in a long while. The ghost that now haunted him chilled his bones. He saw his Aunt Maud’s cruel angular face in every detail. That woman was constructed from cold metal. There was not one thing that was soft about Aunt Maud, and as though to prove Mo’s point, here he was, reliving the final words she ever spoke to him. Leaning forward as though she were bestowing a kiss upon her little nephew, she’d slipped those words to Mo, before the big man from the orphanage had tugged him away from everything he knew. An impossibly large hand wrapping itself around his upper arm to exert a sudden force powerful enough to snap the umbilical cord to a life that had died when Mo’s mother had taken her own life.
Now here he was. History had a bad habit of repeating itself. He’d yet again been torn away from the semblance of life he’d managed to achieve. The allotment of meaning he’d secretly tended to all on his own had been concreted over in the night and he was left with nothing. Worse than nothing, because all he had was himself and there was no currency there, only a debt that could never be repaid.
Without thinking about it, his hands did their work in freeing him from his seat. Mo barely marked this petty betrayal, his existence had been marred by a litany of betrayal until it had become a part of the air that he breathed. He took no morsel of joy in making his way to the window. He understood that happiness and joy were possibilities, but he’d been surrounded by such possibilities all his life and eventually he’d stopped daring to hope that he’d be gifted even one of them. Hope was not for the likes of Mo, let alone the pretty promises that it made.
Having reached the window, Mo stared out at the unreal sight of his new reality. He was oblivious to his making a little slice of history. A part of that history was that he was the first person to see Earth from space and not marvel at an overwhelming significance and meaning that could only be experienced in this moment. All Mo felt was loss, and even that loss had a hollow quality to it. Mo had lost to Merv, and Merv was just another in a long line of bullies and users queuing up to take a piece of Mo even when Mo doubted there was anything worth taking anymore.
Mo stared dispassionately out at the end of his life, and what he felt was the enormity of the void he now dwelt in. He felt the void’s inexorable and hypnotic pull and he knew in that moment that try as he might, he could not avoid gazing into it and allowing it to take what remained of him however worthless that may be.
In a stubborn act of defiance, he turned his back on the window and looked into the cramped space of his new home. He yelled with shock and surprise as a lifeless form lunged at him. Throwing his hands up instinctively to protect his face, scrunching his eyes up in a feeble act of cowardice that he’d never been able to prevent. Body language that marked him as a forever-victim deserving of each and every beating life had doled out.
As his heart rate dropped from the spike of his panic, he realised what it was that he’d been confronted by. Still he kept his eyes closed. Mo had been wrong far too many times to trust his own judgement. Gently he patted the air clumsily before him, catching something solid, he felt it float away. Now he could open his eyes. The mop hung in the air, moving across the cabin of the spaceship.
Instinctively, Mo scanned around for the bucket that the mop belonged to. Of that, there was no sign. A mop with no bucket. He sighed a sigh that juddered through his body and threatened to break it apart. His head went down. Where it belonged. Always looking down to where he was headed. Staring into the void that would consume him come what may.
There, the floor was a story that mirrored his own. Half-arsed. A clean portion and a dusty and dirty portion. He glanced up at the mop, with a mind to address the question of a job half done, but then thought better of it. Why change the habit of a life time?
Like the now pointless mop, Mo hung there, suspended in the nothingness of his own life. In that absurdly ridiculous state, he gave himself over to his emotions. Unclear as to whether he was laughing or crying. He abandoned himself to the act of giving up. His back to the world that had rejected him from such an early age. Rejecting the reality that he was now presented with.
Then Mo was laughing as he understood the meaning of his banishment from a world he had failed to be a part of. Understood why it was that Merv had done what he had done. At last he accepted his own meaning; that he was a waste of space.
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What was the most brutal military tactic in history?
It would have to be the Mongols population “thinning” tactic to subdue a regions ability to resist. It was literally a Genocidal action where they would murder (with much rape) 80–90% of an areas people. Especially men but also women and children. In some cities they even killed the pets.
One nasty trick they used was once a city was stormed and they had their little rape party followed by killing spree they would saunter out of the town and make a big show of leisurely packing their stuff and leaving. Once the dirty SOBs got a decent distance from the city they would encamp behind a ridge or forest and just quietly wait a day or two. Meanwhile all the little kids who wedged themselves between crevices in walls, women who went with their babies into dry wells, men in attics etc. would start getting hungry and come out to find sustenance and mourn their loved ones. On a planned signal the Mongol light Cavalry would mount their little ponies (tough animals that could literally run all day, some units could travel 120 miles from dawn to dusk! Edit: not routinely, in exceptional cases) and gallop the 5 miles or so straight back into the city. Likely a majority of the people would be caught out in the open, suffering from emotional shock etc., and the Mongols could have a second little orgy or rape and murder although sadly for them on a much less grand scale.
Genghis liked to leave about 10% of a subdued population (that was resisting) alive for tax and administration purposes and apparently his descendants followed his example for generations at least to some degree.
It amazes me how everyone likes to go on and on about the various “isms” of WW2. Hitler and Stalin were Putzers compared to the Mongol leaders in terms of barbarism.
“The greatest joy for a man is to defeat his enemies, to drive them before him, to take from them all they possess, to see those they love in tears, to ride their horses, and to hold their wives and daughters in his arms.” A flowery way of Genghis Kahn saying he really likes to rape hot women after killing their father/husband/BF.
When the Mongols butchered the people of Baghdad, the stench was SO bad, they had to move their camp not once, but TWICE as the first move wasn’t far enough from the odors of decay. Warhistory online gives the lowest estimate I’ve ever seen of 90,000 killed. Western sources traditionally give the number as 200,000 to 1,000,000 while Islamic sources quote about 2,000,000 slaughtered! That’s in ONE city! Also mind you this is when the ENTIRE world’s population was well and easily under a 1/2 billion.
Finally this last one is tragically amazing and new to me. They have discovered actual victims of Mongol genocide. In Russia an entire family was found in a burial pit, 15 in all ranging from a dear Grandmother to a Grandchild . 780 years ago, their bodies were thrown in the pit after the entire family was murdered by Mongols.
Most of my knowledge on this subject came from an excellent book titled The Devil’s Horsemen.
Here is a link to the murdered family in Russia: Gruesome burial pit from ‘city drowned in blood’ reveals how Mongols butchered entire families during European invasion
– Luna, we need to go. Do you hear me? Luna?A small girl stood at the big round window, looking into the distance. The sun was going down slowly, making the red sand bright and lighting it with golden sparks. She was amazed at how the wind was swirling the sand grains, whooshing them up and down. She put her palm on the window and moved closer. Her nose almost touched the glass, which became wet from her breath. She was staring at how the wind became stronger and stronger as the sun went down. It was almost dark when somebody placed their hand on her shoulder.- Luna, your class started two minutes ago.Luna startled. She looked at the woman.- Oh dear, you are so pale. Do you think you are feeling alright? I think we need to get you to the doctor.Luna crumpled, lowered to her knees, and started to throw up. The woman helped her by holding her shoulders tightly. She whispered to her:- You are OK. Just breathe.Luna was exhausted when her mom brought her to the doctor. They checked her blood pressure, temperature, did some regular tests, and imaging this time. Luna wasn’t scared at all. She was reading a book, then the next one, and the next. The woman was sitting near her bed and looking at her. She was silent. Her eyes were full of tears, but she didn’t say any words. Luna was pretending that she didn’t see what was going on with her mom. She was calm.- You know, mom, this book is my favorite.- Why? – the woman moved closer to the bed and peeked inside the book.- Because this little bee was free. She made her way go anywhere she liked. She found some good friends, then she lost them. But she kept moving forward, towards her dream. – she suddenly stopped.- What was her dream?- She wanted to see the world even if it was impossible for such a little insect. She wanted to learn more about herself, to find her purpose.The woman hugged the girl. She kissed her head and lay down with her.- Have you ever thought about traveling anywhere? – the girl’s body felt weak. She looked into the woman’s eyes and rested her head on her hand. – There must be something amazing in this world, like that swirling sand out there. I don’t believe what they are saying, our teachers. Have you ever been there?- No, darling. I have not.
The woman hugged her tighter and tucked in the throw to make her a bit more comfortable. Her hands and feet started warming up.
– Have you ever wanted to go there?
– No, darling. I have lived here my whole life, learning that our survival depends on what we do. We can only survive by staying together. But if somebody decides to leave the flock, they will not be able to make it.
– Who said that? Do you really believe in it?
The woman closed her eyes, sliding under the throw. Luna felt warm and toasty. It was a good sign that the situation was under control now. They were silent for a few minutes. Luna turned to her mom and closed her eyes too.
– I feel trapped here. I do not belong in this place. You know that.
– No, darling. I think we are all here because we have to be here. We have a purpose.
– We don’t have a purpose. We live, we die. We do nothing while we are alive.
– That’s not true.
Luna has always been a bit skeptical. She was smart, the smartest girl in her class. She liked sitting in front of the window, staring into the distance and thinking about something for hours. Sometimes it seemed she was a statue. She didn’t blink, she didn’t move, she didn’t even say anything. She was traveling in her head. She pretended that the stories from her book were alive and she was the main character traveling through the pages of these books. She was a great scientist today, and an explorer tomorrow. Luna was very creative and she started writing her own book. She didn’t show it to her mom, not because she didn’t want to, but because she wasn’t sure her mom would approve. They were just different but she loved her.
– You know, you are a terrible liar. Our daddy was a traveler. I know that. And they punished him for it. That’s why you pretend that you are just nothing in this world. You live your simple life without him because… because you are afraid. Afraid to lose me.
– Luna, please stop.- The woman stood up. She burst into tears, covering her face with her hands. Luna didn’t make a move. She was still, with her eyes closed.
The woman was surprised by this dialogue with her daughter. It was something that came up unexpectedly. She lost her husband many years ago when Luna was 2 years old. It’s been 5 years since they lived without him.
– You will lose me anyway, so why lose your dream. Do you think they can dictate what you can do and what not? Who are they?
– You’re too smart, girl.
Luna didn’t answer. She took a deep breath and her heart rate dropped. The doctors came into the room quickly, made an injection. Luna started breathing a bit faster but heavily.
– It’s happening. Sorry. Unfortunately, we can’t do anything. She is dying.
Luna was lying on the bed in a star pose, giving a good look at her almost transparent skin through which you could see the ribs.
– Thank you, doctor.
The woman asked him to leave and give them some time together. He nodded, agreeing to return in ten minutes, and left the room quietly.
– Luna, stand up. Can you hear me? Stand up. We don’t have time.
She held her under the arm, another hand hugged her waist. The woman was trying to pull her to the outside of the room.
– We have just 10 minutes, Luna. That should be enough.
– Enough for what? – the girl couldn’t speak clearly. She opened her eyes and closed them again. Her legs were very weak and she hung on her mother like a bag. They were rushing through the corridors to the stairs, moving as fast as the woman could.
– To set you free like that little bee. You are free, my girl. In your mind, in your soul, in your thoughts. You can travel as far as you want. You can be whatever you dream about. And you are right, nobody can tell you what to do. I was scared. I am scared now. But I love you. Love you so much.
The woman was struggling. Her hands were tired but she kept pulling Luna. They hastened through the corridor. Stairs loomed ahead. Ten minutes. Only ten minutes left. They made it up two staircases already, one more left.
They were standing in front of the door. Just one move and they are outside. The door is unlocked because if you leave, you leave. You can’t come back anymore. You are just out of the flock. You are on your own.
Her husband is somewhere there. Maybe he found a better life, maybe he died. Maybe he is waiting for them.
The woman took a small step forward and placed her hand on the handle.
– Do not do this, mom. I am dying but you are not. Your life is here.
– No darling. My life is with you. I want to set you free because you want this. And I want to be by your side until the very end. And then…
– What then?
The woman paused:
– Then, I don’t know. But I will find out, right? I will join you when my time comes.
– I love you, mom.
The women unlocked the door, knowing once opened, there’s no return. The air was dense and stuffy. Sand made it impossible to see where they were going. Luna was weak. She was moving slowly, mostly pulled by her mom. Luna’s legs trembled with each step, her breaths short and sharp against the stuffy, sand-filled air, making each moment outside seem surreal and distant. They both were tired. But they kept moving. Luna was a little brave girl and the woman tried to be like her.
– I love you, darling.
The darkness ended. The wind disappeared. They were sitting somewhere in the middle of the desert. Luna was lying in the woman’s arms with her eyes closed. She didn’t breathe.
– We are free, Luna. We made it. This sunrise is amazing. I can tell. You were absolutely right.
She started crying, patting Luna on the head.
– I am here with you, my little brave girl. Love you, sweetheart.
If a foreigner gets a speeding ticket in the USA, what happens if they just go back to their country without paying it?
Exactly this happened to me in the early 1990s. I was visiting California from the Netherlands for business and on a deserted road, early Sunday morning, I got a ticket and a directive from the cop that I should go to court to deal with it the next day,
As it happens I had a flight back to the Netherlands the next morning which I had no intention of delaying and I asked the local secretary to sort it out and tell me what I owed.
She made a few calls without coming to a conclusion and then forgot to follow up. I heard nothing more. Until …
Fast forward about five years and I had just moved to California to live. Applied to the DMV for a driver’s license and was told “no can do, there’s a warrant out for your arrest”!
My options were (a) pay a total of about $500 in fines for the speeding ticket PLUS a failure-to-appear in court, or (b) appear in court.
Fortunately, I chose (b). The judge seemed to be in a very good mood and he waived the failure-to-appear altogether and reduced the speeding ticket since “it was an inappropriate speed limit for the road, much too low, and they later increased it”.
Moral of the story: The US legal system can sometimes do the humane and right thing, though don’t expect they will ever forget! And, oh yes – pay the ticket or don’t come back!
On the flip side:
I then later, about 10 years ago, got a speeding ticket, while driving a rental car, during a visit back to the Netherlands. When it comes to money, the Dutch are VERY efficient. Within a couple of weeks they sent me an invoice in the mail, with a photo from the camera that had taken me at speed. In this case, I forgot to pay and when visiting the Netherlands a couple of years later I was stopped at the airport and told I had three options: (a) pay the fine + late fee, (b) spend the weekend in jail and go to court on Monday, or (c) turn right around and go back to the US, cancelling my visit.
I’ll let you guess which option I chose.
BREAKING: A Nuclear Mini Explosion Took Place in ODESSA after an ISKANDER Missile Struck a NATO Ship
On the night of October 13, the Russian armed forces launched another missile and bomb attack on military facilities located in the territory of Ukraine. This time, Russia attacked strategically important military installations in regions such as Sumy, Donetsk, Kherson, Dnipropetrovsk, and Odessa.
At the same time, it is worth noting that yesterday’s missile attack on Odessa may go down in history as a turning point in the current conflict that led to the outbreak of World War III.
The fact is that, unlike other regions of Ukraine, a really powerful explosion occurred in Odessa, the negative consequences of which have already begun to be felt not only by citizens of Ukraine but also by citizens of neighboring NATO countries…
As you’ve gotten older, do you regret getting tattoos, and do you warn young people of your regrets?
I don’t actually have any tattoos, but I remember a conversation I had about 25 years ago with a cosmetic doctor. I happened to ask him, “Do you like tattoos?” To which he replied, “Yes, I really like them.” Surprised, I said, “Oh, I didn’t realize you had any.” He responded, “I don’t, but they’re going to be my retirement. I’ll spend all my time lasering them off.”
As we continued the discussion, he pointed out that tattoos can be problematic because they often reveal a person’s age. For example, in a country like the UK, if someone has “love” and “hate” tattooed on their knuckles along with swallows, it’s likely they’re elderly e.g 70s or 80s. If they have a Celtic band, they’re probably in their 50s now. And with the full sleeves that are so popular today, who knows what that will signify in the future?
Personally, I think the main issue with tattoos is that many people believe they’re expressing their individuality, when in reality, they’re just following a trend.
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China has long been portrayed by the media as a bully in the South China Sea. Why, at the recently concluded ASEAN summit, did none of the nine ASEAN countries support the Philippines’ claims? Why they are unwilling to condemn China?
Typical media cognitive bias
Many people are surrounded by media representing Western interests. The media in many countries do not have independent investigation capabilities and tend to retell the content of Western media.
This creates a cognitive bias.
This is what many people think of ASEAN and the South China Sea:
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China is trying to occupy the entire South China Sea with a red tongue, bullying other ASEAN countries with warships and coast guard ships. Use violence to oppress them and force them to give up the sea and islands. China is the bully in the South China Sea. All countries are trying to resist China’s atrocities!
This is the narrative from Western media and the cognition of most people.
At the just-concluded ASEAN summit, none of the 10 ASEAN countries was willing to condemn China’s position on the South China Sea conflict. The only countries that wanted to write the condemnation into the joint statement were the Philippines and the extraterritorial countries that supported him (the United States, Japan, India, and Australia)
Isn’t it a big contrast? The media narrative cannot explain this contradiction.
This is the real South China Sea:
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Almost all coastal countries have declared their own sphere of influence in this area, and these broken lines are intertwined with each other, and everyone claims that they have legitimate reasons.
China-Vietnam
Vietnam-Malaysia
Malaysia-Philippines
China-Philippines
Vietnam-Indonesia
Brunei-Vietnam
Indonesia-Malaysia
There is no region in the world where territorial/maritime disputes are more complicated than here. What’s more interesting is that Taiwan (ROC) is also involved in these disputes on behalf of China, and they are consistent with the mainland (PRC).
This is the actual control of the islands in the South China Sea:
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China is not the largest controller. In fact, Vietnam occupies the most islands, and the Philippines also performs well.
China is not the only country to build artificial islands. Vietnam has implemented such projects earlier and more than China.
There are so many disputes and conflicts, but this sea area has actually remained calm. Only occasionally some fishing boats cross the border and cause security conflicts. There has never been a war or armed conflict since the 21st century. Compared with other regions, it is actually very peaceful.
This is not the United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea at work. In fact, this law is almost useless here. Most of the disputes were born before the promulgation of this law.
The peace in the South China Sea is maintained by the China-led Declaration on the Conduct of Parties in the South China Sea, which was signed by ASEAN countries and China.
This declaration actually elaborates on several key points
1. Countries can continue to maintain their sovereignty claims.
But don’t blame other countries
2. Don’t exploit oil and minerals in disputed areas.
No business unless the disputing parties reach a consensus
3. Allow fishermen to fish in disputed areas
Both parties can fish and avoid conflicts. Military and violence cannot be used to manage illegal fishermen
4. Ensure freedom of navigation and flight
All commercial ships and commercial aircraft are not affected here
5. Protect the ocean
Jointly implement fishing bans, coral protection and other protection measures
6. Prohibit unilateral actions
No more unilateral new military deployments and attempts to change the actual control of islands and reefs
This declaration was signed in November 2002, and the actual implementation plan was formulated in 2011, which brought long-term peace and stability.
This is actually a very clever agreement. It does not try to “completely resolve” the territorial disputes between countries. Instead, it maintains peace, maintains the status quo, and conducts economic cooperation on the basis of recognizing disputes.
This is much smarter than some Western thinking.
About the Philippines:
Aquino III (2010-2016)
Did not recognize the existence of the disputed Scarborough Shoal, believing that the area belongs to the Philippines, which triggered the Sino-Philippine conflict.
Initiated the famous South China Sea arbitration case through a court not recognized by the United Nations.
China responded to the Philippines’ actions by increasing coast guard patrols and expelling Filipino fishermen.
Duterte (2016-2022)
Returned to the framework of the Declaration on the Conduct of Parties in the South China Sea and negotiated with China. Recognized the existence of the dispute in the area.
China no longer sent marine police patrols, and fishermen from both sides resumed fishing. The Philippines’ scrapped warship maintained its normal presence there, but promised not to reinforce it. Both sides promised to work hard to find a final solution to the ship.
Both sides restored peace
Marcos Jr. (2023-present)
Returned to Aquino III’s proposition, transported construction materials to reinforce the scrapped warship, and politically no longer recognized the dispute between the two sides, seeking US intervention.
China once again launched a confrontation, sending coast guard ships to expel fishermen and interfered with the Philippines’ delivery of materials to the scrapped warship.
Outside of China and the Philippines, all disputes remain calm. For example, the recent conflict between Chinese marine police and Vietnamese fishermen was quickly resolved through the visit of the Chinese Premier and consultations between the two countries.
Therefore, the 9 ASEAN countries are satisfied with the current situation in the South China Sea. After all, none of them can defeat other neighbors, let alone China.
Since China is willing to maintain peace and recognize disputes between all parties. Since there is no way to have a better result. Then all external interference becomes a negative factor.
If the dispute between China and the Philippines is limited to the conflict between the marine police between the two countries. ASEAN countries will maintain a “none of my business” mentality.
But when the Philippines tried to introduce external forces such as the United States, Japan, and Australia into the region and deploy foreign military forces in the region, the 9 ASEAN countries immediately became nervous.
They all agreed that the interference of external forces would threaten the long-term peace and stability of the region and affect the interests of various countries. Especially the introduction of military forces (such as the US medium-range missiles) has the risk of bringing war here (see Ukraine)
From the perspective of ASEAN countries:
China = maintain the status quo;
Philippines/US = change the status quo;
This makes all 9 ASEAN countries stand on the side of China, which is a bit contrary to Western media propaganda and common sense, but this is the reality.
Do cops just laugh inside when someone says “You work for me. I pay your salary”?
Yep.
As of several days ago I’m no longer in law enforcement. I worked as a tactical medic alongside a SWAT team, and though I loved my job (most days anyway) I left due to moving and soon I will no longer be living full time in the state I used to work in.
But over my 5 years of working in law enforcement, I was told “I pay your salary” many times. Sometimes during an arrest, other times settling arguments, and there’s one time that sticks out like a sore thumb.
I was working in the office, and I got called downstairs because someone wanted to talk to a member of my time. Well, she wasn’t very happy. She told me “your performance is lacking, I want to see your office and what you and SWAT does all day.” I told her sorry, we don’t typically give public tours, and when we do I get to say who goes into our upstairs office area. When you start off by telling me my performance is lacking, yet you have no evidence to back yourself up, I’ll show you where the door is.
So I told her that I couldn’t. I told her our offices were off limits, which was a valid excuse. We have information that is limited to law enforcement only, as well as things that can’t be screwed with. It was just the team I worked for in that area. We’ve got weapons, sensitive information, very expensive gear, and a k9. It was not a good time for anyone other than members of the team to be going upstairs. That was my explanation when she asked again.
Then of course the words “I pay your salary” came out of her mouth.
Technically she does not, and if she thinks just because she pays taxes she pays my salary, than I guess so do I. I pay taxes. Lots of them. I pay my own taxes as well as taxes on the business I own. Last I checked, the government gets that money and distributes it into many ways. So as life would have it, I paid my own salary, as well as the salary of other members of the team I worked with.
Thank you for paying my salary, but just because you don’t get your way doesn’t mean I don’t get paid.
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Has anyone done something so bad you cut them out of your life completely?
Yes, my brother and his family. I had an accident with a table saw on a Sunday afternoon in November. I looked at the mangled fingers on my left hand and knew that I would lose the top joint of 2 fingers. I put up my dogs while /I waited for the ambulance. I wrapped my hand, clenched it in a fist and kept it above my heart. The Drs in the ER said I would have to have a specialist, who was not available until Thursday, to do the surgery. The gave me multiple pain shots, cleaned the wounds, and wrapped up my hand. I called a friend to drive me home. I called my brother, who lives half an hour away, to ask him if he could help me before my surgery. He is a retired corporate lawyer who had a part time job as a bag and cart boy at a grocery store to get put of the house and get a little exercise . His wife, like me, is a retired school teacher. My brother asked me what I would do if no one came over, he has 2 young adult children, including an unemployed 25 year old son. I told him I would get cold as I need firewood to heat much of my house. The Drs did not want me carrying anything or going uo and down steps. My brother said ‘What will you do if I do not come over? ‘ I said I would be cold and in increased pain. He never came over and I did not hear from him, or his son again. This is the same brother who had asked me 2 years prior for a loan of $15,000 because the IRS had frozen all of their financial accounts. I told him I did not have that kind of cash, but I would access my home equity loan, and I drove the check over to him the next day. He eventually paid me back in full, but not including the interest I paid on the loan. This happened in 2015. We have not had any contact since then. kt
Do you think American society is becoming dumber?
I start every school year with a survey of students, asking how many books they’ve read for fun. When I first started teaching high school science, most students had read at least one book. When there was down time in class, the brighter students would pull out the newest Harry Potter or Hunger Games and lose themselves in the story.
Even the kids who didn’t like books got in the act. I can’t count how many times a student was supposed to be working from a textbook, and I caught them secretly reading Thrasher Magazine.
The last time that happened was years ago. Now, the average student has never read one entire chapter book in their entire life. It’s not just that they haven’t read a book for pleasure. It’s that many have never read a single book with chapters, even one assigned by teachers, in their life.
It’s been recently noted that many of the students being funneled into elite universities are mentally incapable of reading an entire book.
According Rose Horowitz of the Atlantic…
“College kids have never read everything they’re assigned, of course, but this feels different. Dames’s students now seem bewildered by the thought of finishing multiple books a semester. His colleagues have noticed the same problem. Many students no longer arrive at college—even at highly selective, elite colleges—prepared to read books.”
She continues…
“No comprehensive data exist on this trend, but the majority of the 33 professors I spoke with relayed similar experiences. Many had discussed the change at faculty meetings and in conversations with fellow instructors. Anthony Grafton, a Princeton historian, said his students arrive on campus with a narrower vocabulary and less understanding of language than they used to have. There are always students who “read insightfully and easily and write beautifully,” he said, “but they are now more exceptions.” Jack Chen, a Chinese-literature professor at the University of Virginia, finds his students “shutting down” when confronted with ideas they don’t understand; they’re less able to persist through a challenging text than they used to be. Daniel Shore, the chair of Georgetown’s English department, told me that his students have trouble staying focused on even a sonnet.”
Again, Ms. Horowitz is describing many of the students who get accepted to schools like Harvard, Yale and Columbia.
So what caused this situation?
Most of the students in college have never known any moment of being disconnected. Most have had highly addictive smart phones for most of their lives.
Many of them grew up not knowing a moment where entertaining stimulation isn’t coming from some outside sources.
If their parents took them to a restaurant, rather than expecting them to behave without distraction, they were handed devices to pacify them.
And the ages at which their addiction to data-driven-stimulation began is getting lower and lower.
While smart phones and tablets were a great way to give mom and dad a break from entertaining and disciplining the child, electronic pacifiers have been depriving them of the opportunity to develop the habits and skills they would need to learn.
So yes, people are getting dumber. It’s the phones, tablets and access to social media that’s making them dumber.
What is your best “one time my dad … ” story?
My Dad felt like he should go see his In-laws. They were 4 to 5 hours away, so he worked with my mother to clear a long weekend. Obviously, she was delighted for the chance to visit her mother. When Friday came, everything worked out so he was able to get off prior to lunch, instead of having to wait 4 more hours. He did not know why, but decided to take the leave instead of getting paid to get caught up in silence. He headed home and surprised everyone that they were heading out. My mother loves schedules and wanted him to wait a few hours. He agreed, but kept bugging her every few minutes that he really felt the need to get down there NOW. She finally relented and they headed down far ahead of schedule. My father was not prone to speeding at all. Decades in the military had conditioned him to precisely follow the speed limits. But this time, he kept finding himself unconsciously speeding, the only time in the entire time I knew him. They made incredible time and were greeted by confused In-laws that had not expected them for hours and hours.
As they greeted each other, a scream from next door rang out. My dad rushed to see what was going on as his miliary instincts kicked. He ended up in the neighbor’s backyard where they had a swimming pool. Floating unresponsive was a very young kid and his frozen mother. In seconds, he dove fully dressed into the water and retrieved the kid. His years as a Boy Scout swim instructor now paid off, as did his CPR training. By the time emergency services arrived, he had already resuscitated the child who had been turning blue (parents took a picture).
My father was invited and attended each of that child’s graduations up through college.
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TW: Shades of abuse and control issues, swearingAuthor’s note: Written after an eczema flare-up. Hahaha !**Tonight, my baby Allison had me blocked again. It has been exactly the ninth time in her thirty-four years of existence she has jumped in that beat-up cobalt blue Honda Accord (safety alert!) in the middle of the night (safety alert!) and drove almost at the speed limit (GAAAAH !) to the harshly-lit emergency room of her nearest hospital.Believe you me; I tried to stop her, to protest another instance of my girl distancing herself from the shield of my protection. I bellowed to the tiny veins and capillaries around her face, commanding them to swell even more. I saw her delicate, undulating throat and gripped on it tighter, shutting off more of her respiratory tract. However, as if she were hooked on some intravenous line to a bag of determination, she marched into the bright fluorescent lights, to those ridiculous minions in scrubs coloured a disgusting mucus green, to a syringe filled with epinephrine formulated to wrestle an invisible straitjacket on me, to tranquilise me until I’m powerless.I don’t get it. I, Allison’s immune system, am just trying to look out for her, just want to ensure her safety. Apparently, though, if you were to ask her and those stupid doctors, — those twats who cannot heal her as much as I can — I should have never attacked those greasy peanuts on her dessert brownie. According to them, I’m overreacting by forcing her tissues to go on red alert against “food”, am the cause of disease as much as the one tasked to prevent it (Can you believe the audacity to say that?!). No, they don’t understand that like anyone giving life to a child, I take my job of protecting her as a matter of life and death, and that, well, Mother knows best.They don’t understand that the day Allison’s chromosomes coded me to existence inside a uterus; I was given marching orders to defend the chubby cheeked, blue-eyed life I was encased in. The day I was formed inside my baby, I took up arms, vowing to shoot any microbe, any germ that threatened to invade her organs. The day she came out onto the world, I watched her like a sniper through the viewfinder on the top half of her head and couldn’t help smiling. She looked so peaceful, so docile, and so dependent on me. It was the most perfect time knowing this pink-skinned, gurgling organism wanted me to be its bodyguard, to take care of her like the woman who gave birth to her, and well, Mother knows best.They don’t understand the sadness I felt the day of my little girl’s third birthday. As she broke into a smile when she blew those purple candles on her chocolate birthday cake, -– her choice (Ugh! I’d have preferred vanilla.)— I throbbed as if some inexperienced surgical intern were performing a coronary bypass on me without anaesthesia. As she ran across the playground with all the power in her toddler hamstrings to the large sandbox (Eww! Germs!), I wanted to yell at Allison for choosing the risk of getting ill, for not choosing me. I couldn’t help pushing her skin to break out in scarlet bumps, to try with everything I am to get her to notice me.To my surprise, once my baby girl’s birth giver saw the hives, she tsk-ed and blamed me, ME! Hey, Mama Immune System is just trying to do her job, and well, Mother knows best.They don’t understand the needle-like sting of my Allison’s betrayal two months after she turned 11. Her birth giver (I know. How could she instigate this?) had asked my baby if she wanted to see some Dr. Pell. As my baby and the woman she called “Mum” got into their car, I had high hopes, to be honest. I thought that, obviously, someone who spent more than a decade learning about the human body would firmly explain to the pair that they need to let me be, to do my job of protecting my Allison. Oh no, instead, that quack demonised me and told my baby she will try to get me under control.
Immunotherapy! That twat in the white coat suggested therapy! Before I could even protest, Dr. Pell asked my Allison to stretch her arm out and scratched my baby with a tiny lancet to see how I attack, and then, scheduled the first session of what they called “desensitisation”. They wanted to weaken me, stop me from fully protecting that child I vowed to defend from the world; that doctor wanted my girl to forget that Mother knows best.
They don’t understand the desperation pumping in me whenever I’m supressed. The round of shots that quack injected into my Allison had stripped me of my ability to pounce on pollen and dust (NO!). Her puberty hormones had further rendered my efforts futile by nullifying my attacks on eggs (NO!). Through the viewfinder on her head, I saw her paint her lips a tacky crimson, ingest those barbecued prawns that disgusted me – observed her drift further and further away from what I wanted for my baby. Any tingle on her lips, any bump on her skin I pushed into her bloodstream, she combatted with bitter pills called antihistamines and a shrug of her delicate shoulders.
I had no choice but to become stricter, more ferocious. I wasn’t content anymore with commanding the production of red rashes; oh no, I started to grip her airway shut with all my might so that in her breathlessness, she’d come home to Mama. I spun furious circles around her to raise her blood pressure, to make her remember her heart is mine. Unfortunately, all it got me was staring at her through her head viewfinder as she employed more doctors to come between us, as she took stronger drugs, as she spat at me whenever I tried to convince her that Mother knows best.
Most of all, they don’t understand how much I love my Allison, that I want to protect my baby girl more than anything, that I desperately want her to comprehend that she’s mine…even if I have to resort to drastic measures, to “Anaphylaxis” (What a terrible name. Why does it sounds so…disease like?). It will always go over those quacks’ heads that when I pull her throat shut, it’s me pulling on her heartstrings; that when I quicken her pulse, it’s me attempting to unite our heartbeats.
Then again, Allison doesn’t need to understand, does she? After all, I’m in her, she never escape me. She can block me all she wants and get as many doctors involved. She can put me in a corticortsoid straitjacket for all I care. I will always know best.
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Were the Japanese soldiers as cruel in World War II as depicted in American movies?
The Japanese soldiers were so cruel during WWII that it beggers belief.
There is a tendency in fiction of authors trying to be impartial when depicting historic conflicts. In the 2007 film Letters from Iwo Jima we follow a sympathetic group of Japanese soldiers trying to survive in the final days of the war. They’re caught between an oppressive government, insane officers, and American soldiers more than willing to commit war crimes.
It’s a great film. And a lot of it is historically accurate. But it leaves out a lot of context in order to make its protagonists sympathetic.
It leaves out the “comfort women”, the countless women forced into sexual slavery by the Japaneae military. It leaves out the beheading contest held among officers that ran in public newspapers. It leaves out the abuse of prisoners. The crimes of Unit 731. The 50,000 Chinese killed each day in the lead up to Hiroshima and Nagasaki, most of whom were civilians.
We use the Axis powers of WWII as a visual shortcut for evil. We depict them as cartoonist, mustache twirling villains who kick puppies for fun.
And at first glance you might think that this is a bit unfair. An exaggeration made by the winners of the conflict against the lovers.
But you have to understand, they were worse. In real life they were an evil almost beyond our comprehension. An evil that has to be censored in media because the truth is so extreme that few can believe it.
But it is the truth.
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I see many rankings of Chinese technology always ranked below the US, Japan, and Korea. Why do many people think they are leading in technology?
The Best of Chinese Technology stays on the Mainland and rarely is displayed outside the Mainland or maybe HK at the most
You have to go to the Mainland to see the extent to which the Chinese have progressed when it comes to Software Applications
We Indians have to give our Aadhar Card Or Passport every time we check into a Hotel but in China you just have to look at the camera and in seconds you can check in without needing to even open your bag
In 2023 the Facial Integrated Network was only operational in Beijing and Shanghai but now it works in 55 Cities
And it’s companies most people haven’t heard of
Iflytek for instance
Cambricon for instance
Hesai, Huobi, Horizon for instance
Likewise you have lock systems that can store upto 30 facial prints and ensure that nobody else can enter your flat or even your room
You have Lifts in high security buildings that have facial recognition systems where if you aren’t approved, the lift won’t move for you
Didi in its Chinese form is so much better than Uber or any other taxi application including an option to flag the taxi in a busy parking lot by sending a loud beep
China keeps all it’s technology within the mainland
Their English Language Apps are certainly one or two levels below the equivalent western apps
Didi English is slower and often a bit inaccurate
Likewise Iflytek Translators are superb when it comes to speaking Chinese from English and Russian and Japanese
My son uses them and they are fabulous.
You just speak into them upto 400 words like I want to find a Hotel and the translator will convert your text into perfect Chinese
When someone replies in Chinese, the words are captured and translated back in English Text
Near perfect unless some Cantonese or Hokkien words are used
So why is Chinese Technology ranked below US, Japan and Korea
Simply because for the General world – Chinese Technology they see and experience is second level or third level to what they have on the mainland
Just ride a Huawei EV in Wuhan or Hangzhou and the Chinese software is far superior to Tesla
Problem is the Best Software is banned in Europe because the Best Software Companies in China are on a US Blacklist
So as a result much of the Software in Chinese EVs is from Mediocre yet Safe Chinese Software companies
It isn’t new
When Japan was undergoing it’s miracle – the best electronics sold in Japan and the exports were always one or two levels below
Should I marry someone that I don’t love?
I did exactly that. Married someone I didn’t love.
I was coming out of a bad relationship with my ex when I met him. I used him to get over my ex. (My ex was cheating on me with multiple women and had gotten someone pregnant, he also raped and physically hit me).
I didn’t love the man i married, but he was text book perfect. He had a great job. He was a family man. He cooked. He cleaned. Respected me. Treated me right. Family loved him. And above all else he was loyal.
He was in love with me. He said to give him a chance. I will never forget his words. “I want to look after you and give you all the good things in life”.
I said yes to him with my heart aching over my Ex.
Over the years I forced myself to love him. I forced myself to stop thinking of my ex. I put all my energy into seeing the positive things that my husband was doing in my life.
And now I love him. We’ve been married 10 years. Sometimes I find myself day dreaming about him when I’m at work. Or checking him out when he’s nearby. Thinking what a handsome sexy man I married. What a wonderful father he is to my children. What a great provider. What a great helper. We have a wonderful relationship. He’s literally my best friend.
And no- I no longer think about that toxic ex. I’m glad I didn’t run with my heart.
Sometimes, your heart can deceive you. Use your mind to think through your decisions and use it to guide your heart.
What was the scariest moment you experienced in combat?
There was a friend of mine who lived in a village a couple of miles away from our mountain base. He was a guerrilla fighter like we were, but not in our unit. From time to time, he came to our base to help us and this is how we knew each other.
One afternoon, he called us over the radio and asked if anyone wanted to come to his village. There were some problems with the enemy, he stated.
I thought “why not?” and left with a group of soldiers. On our way to the village, we got updates about the situation there. They were bad news and two of the soldiers in our group stopped and said they didn’t want to continue.
There was nothing we could do as this was a purely voluntary mission and we had no orders from anyone to go there. We continued our way without them.
We came to a wooded hill where we could see our friend’s place; it was situated on another hill and all we had to do was to cross a small valley to get there.
When we descended into the valley, we left another soldier behind. We were only two now and I was in the lead. When I came out of the woods into the open, I could see our friend at the entry of the village. He waved at us.
I saw that there were plenty of other soldiers higher up on the village’s main street and started wondering: “Why is he calling us for help when there are plenty of his own soldiers around?”
I got an answer very quickly. I was now only 200 meters away from the first houses when a bullet zipped over my head. Then another one and then many more.
A machine gun was taking aim at us. We stopped and ran back. We were completely in the open and there was no cover in both directions. While I ran, hundreds of more bullets were coming in my direction.
It dawned on me: The other soldiers I had seen in the village were the enemy! Unable to fight them off alone, my friend had been gone into hiding and had called us for help. His waving at me had been a way to get my attention and to warn me! I had misunderstood the whole situation.
There was at least a complete infantry company of Serbs in the village and more and more of them started shooting at us.
I saw a small manure pile and hid behind it. This wasn’t the best cover, but there was absolutely nothing else out there.
While I lay flat on the ground the bullets kept flying towards me. They must have had a lot of ammunition! I heard how the bullets struck the manure pile and I just hoped that it was thick enough to protect me.
I looked at the grass in front of my eyes and I literally wished I was a mouse and could just hide in a tiny hole in the ground.
Meanwhile, the other soldier who had come with me made it to safety. He had run a little faster and had reached the woods of the hill. He was calling me, but I didn’t dare to move.
I was waiting for a break in the enemy’s fire to make a jump for cover. After what seemed like an eternity to me, but was maybe only a minute, I stood up and raced towards the woods.
Bullets were everywhere and I heard dozens of nasty ‘zip’ sounds while I crashed into underbrush. There was a very low stone wall where my buddy was hiding. We were safe, but we still had to wait for another five minutes until the enemy ceased fire.
Miraculously, we were unharmed. I lost my ‘Bugs Bunny’ baseball cap which I had gotten as a present from some kids just a few days ago, but that was all.
The next days, I wondered a lot about the fate of the friend we had seen in his village. Did he make it out alive?
I saw him a week later, when he came to our base as if nothing had happened. He thanked me for my good will on that day and told everyone: “I called you all for help, but the only person who came to my assistance was the German!”
I was thinking: “Yeah, but the German only came, because he didn’t know what was going on.” Instead, I smiled and said: “Anytime!”
What conversations have you overheard in a language they assumed you don’t know?
At 20 years old, I had just finished up doing a year of study abroad in France, when my father came out to travel around Europe with me. Being a (very) poor student and traveling with a very frugal father, we were dressed about as “American” as they come.
It just so happened that as this was before 9/11, it was possible to store your luggage (temporarily) in lockers at the main train station in Paris (though by just looking through an image search there may still be some available nowadays, but I haven’t seen any in person for a long time). We went to go store our luggage so that we could do sightseeing during a 10-hour stopover.
The lockers were all pre-pay, and had signs all over the place to that effect (in French – this was before the country had multi-lingual signs as de rigeur). We paid our fee, and went walking around the city.
Upon return, there were two new guys on shift, and as we came up to the desk to get our bags retrieved, I heard one guy say to the other, in French, “Watch this. This will be fun.”
He proceeded to tell us, in English, that we had to pay for the return of our bags. I explained (in English), that we had already paid, and that I had the receipt to prove it. It was very clear that he was trying to scam us and was going to pocket the money.
(As a side note, my frugal father didn’t want to spend the $50 equivalency to store the luggage. He would rather save the money and take the bags – huge suitcases designed for 2 weeks travel – around Paris, and I had to fight with him to store the bags. I was concerned that this was going to reinforce his idea that we should have taken the bags with us).
I pointed to the sign, and said that it would have been impossible for us to leave the bags without pre-payment. The guy was completely shocked that I could read the sign, and said that it was “an old sign.”
I was getting angrier at this guy, and we were getting pressed for time as we were going to miss our train (which he probably guessed). I started pointing to the other signs around the room. “Are these all old, too?” I asked
His friend behind him, realized this wasn’t going so well. “Just get the bags,” he said (in French).
The guy waved him off, and said (in French), “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.”
I lost it, and shot back (in French). “You’ve got what? What do you have?”
The look on his face was absolutely priceless. He was absolutely shocked, and began to stutter. “Is this the part where you’re going to have ‘fun’,” I asked, sarcastically.
“Look, I heard you talking to your friend over there behind my back, and I know what you’re trying to do.” (In French, the equivalency of “talking behind someone’s back” is an idiomatic expression that very few Americans would know, which clued him in that I was completely fluent.) “You think that just because I’m an American, that I’m stupid, don’t you?”
“Non, non…”
“I suggest that you get our bags before I contact the gendarme and tell them that you were trying to rob us.”
In the background, his friend was nearly convulsing from holding in his laughter at the other guy being busted.
There’s an outlet mall outside of Plainville, Massachusetts. It’s a big sprawling site. Impressive. It’s called Wrentham Village Outlets.
Wrentham Village Outlets
It’s a nice place, and everyone knows about it.
What they don’t know is that before it was built, it was a quiet country RV campground, and it was beautiful.
Here’s what it was like.
Forest 6
Forest 5
Forest 4
Forest 3
Forest 2
Forest 1
Large boulders all over the place and these stands of ash trees everywhere. When I first moved to Massachusetts, I stayed at that RV park. And my kitty cats loved the place. They would lay sunning themselves on the rocks or the picnic tables.
Well, here’s what happened.
Sometime in the late 1990’s there was this wealthy family that owned a lot of the land in Wrentam and Plainville, MA. As they were getting older, they decided to sell their land holds to real estate developers. And then they moved to Florida.
Meanwhile, once they skedaddled, the developers had the land rezoned and a outlet mall went up, a water park went up and there were plans for poor welfare housing and other things, until the town collectively put it’s foot down and stopped the abuse. But they couldn’t stop the mall, and thus the mall came into being.
It’s all forgotten right now.
One greedy person can make life Hell for the rest of us.
Today…
Have you ever tried to fire someone and it backfired?
I have seen this one , it Includes a lot of schadenfreude.
Long story be warned.
Company I use to work for had this very senior engineer let’s call him Claudio.
Claudio had been with the company before it was the monster that it is now, he started as machine operator in the late 70’s got his degree in mechanical engineer got a ton of training. It is insane the amount of knowledge he has , as matter of fact his c.v is several pages long.
He had survived mergers, acquisitions and was instrumental in the success of the company, by the time I met him he was the old fox in the hen house.
Well with time Claudio got tired of being on the field , all that traveling and visiting clients was taking a toll on him, he wanted a desk job.
Of course the company obliged, they created a position for him.. head of instrument maintenance or something like that.
For a couple of years he assigned field service engineers all around Europe to service, repair and maintain the company’s instruments, he had no boss and everything was wonderful.
One day someone decided that his department was so big and such an instrumental part of the company that he needed a boss.. a VP of something.
Now this VP was an asshole, he wanted to leave his mark and started bumping heads with Claudio…
Claudio usually didn’t give a f…and just ignored the VP and kept on doing his job…
VP would say do this …Claudio would respond no that’s stupid , or no we can’t do that because it would be illegal , or no because it’s not in the specs…you get the drift…
After some time the VP got fed up and together with the head of HR and a couple of lackeys called Claudio to the big office and told him shape up do what we say or consider yourself fired.
Claudio just nodded and said , I guess I’m fired then.. got his stuff and left the office.
Couple of weeks later Claudio was at the employment tribunal claiming unfair dismissal after X amount of years and wanted his pound of flesh, this is in the E.U so labor laws are super tight (sorry my American brothers) here you cannot just be fired..
Welp, monster company rounds the wagons around the VP and HR and send the lawyer team after Claudio.
To make the already long story short Claudio got himself a lawyer as well, his lawyer was this grumpy ,wrinkled old lady that smoked like a chimney and looked like a mix between a retired theater professor and miss Havisham.
So before going to the labor board or a trial ?(not sure its exact name) ,both parties must get together for a kind of arbitration to determine if something can be done.
Both parties gather together , the big lawyers at one side with the VP and the head of HR of monster company and Claudio with good old Miss Havisham.
The monster company presents his case ..Claudio was fired with reason for not doing his job..bla bla when pushed about examples and what prompted the firing the big lawyers claimed failing to follow procedure on the scheduled maintenance on the instruments around Europe…
Miss Havisham asks if they can provide the manuals and l instructions for the maintenance and repairs of said instruments…
Big lawyers of course have them after all they came prepared, they point to a box of sitting next to them.
Miss Havisham ask them to pick one at Random and open the second page and read the author of said manual…
One of the lawyers does and freezes when he reads the name of the author…open another one and another ..all the same …
Author on all manuals Claudio
Miss Havisham says , so let me get the straight you fired this man for not following procedure on manuals that he created in equipment that he built ?? After some shock on the big lawyers side, she said that they will step outside for a cigarette and when they come back they better have something better to say..
When they come back in , the company is very apologetic and want to come to agreement..
The company in a show of good faith offer a pretty good deal to Claudio…
Miss Havisham claims it is not enough and wants more… company says they are not going to get a better deal even if they go to the labor tribunal, they will certainly not get something better.
Miss Havisham, like the bad ass she is says: we are going out for another smoke if you can’t do better we will go to court, after win this case – because we will with ease- it becomes a public matter, all the customers know Claudio and know the quality of his work , they also know that the maintenance for the past couple of months have not been done properly, customers are reaching out, complaining about wrong readings, wrong results, and equipment shutdown, I don’t know if you are aware that most of the customers are university’s and government, they have big pockets and they love to go after breach of contracts… I’m sure you will be hearing from them as soon as the verdict on our favor comes out…
So they step out again.
When they came back in , monster company had a monster settlement for Claudio.
Now this story is beautiful right ?
It does not ended there
Skip 6 moths… Claudio gets a call, all around E.U instruments are failing and they are having a lot of trouble keeping the customers happy, FSE resigning and being replaced by young inexperienced people, it has gotten so bad that a ranking government official has personally placed a call to the CEO of monster company, they have several governmental departments not able to function properly as the instruments are giving wrong results, all from mining operations to police labs… CEO promises solutions.
So CEO places a call to Claudio, hey old chum, whats going on? Claudio tells him the whole story about VP and HR and the Arbitration…
CEO is shocked as he was not aware of the situation and tells Claudio he will hear back from him.
Couple of days later Claudio is back at old company for a meeting, CEO sent a special right person for the meeting, all pleasantry ,sorry about the mistake ,bla bla it was a misunderstanding , it will never happen again, can you please come back.
Sure… Claudio states his conditions, freedom to hire any of his old FSE and in case HR is needed it will handled by a third party, he answers only to the CEO and a prevision that states he can only be fired by the board, he keeps all the money from the settlement, he does not want to see or have any interaction with Head of HR or VP if they so much as speak to him he walks, and they have no say or interaction on how he handles his department, he wants it all written down in a very air tight contract, that of course will reviewed by Miss Havisham
Company gladly agrees on all terms, Head of HR left “for better opportunity” VP is still VP of something but has no one under him on the organization chart, he is the joke of the company, you can see him run away and hide when he sees Claudio.
Reuben Noodle Bake
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Yield: 6 servings
Ingredients
8 ounces egg noodles, uncooked
5 ounces corned beef, thinly sliced
1 (14 1/2 ounce) can sauerkraut with caraway seeds
2 cups Swiss cheese, shredded
1/2 cup Thousand Island salad dressing
1/2 cup milk
1 tablespoon prepared mustard
2 slices pumpernickel bread
1 tablespoon butter, melted
Red onion slices (optional)
Instructions
Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Spray a 13 x 9 inch baking dish with nonstick cooking spray.
Drain sauerkraut and rinse under cold water. Drain well and set aside.
Cook noodles according to package directions until al dente; drain.
Meanwhile, cut corned beef into bite-size pieces.
Combine noodles, corned beef, sauerkraut and cheese in large bowl. Pour into prepared dish.
Combine dressing, milk and mustard in small bowl. Spoon dressing mixture evenly over noodle mixture.
Tear bread into large pieces. Process in food processor or blender until crumbs are formed.
Combine bread crumbs and butter in small bowl; sprinkle evenly over casserole.
Bake, uncovered, 25 to 30 minutes or until heated through.
Garnish with red onion, if desired.
With another school shooting in USA today, have they ever considered a new approach to deal with it? Amend the constitution to outlaw the possession of firearms. How difficult & what level of authority would be required to achieve that? Referendum?
I see you’re a European. I’ll be happy to explain some basic civics, and perhaps some cultural insights as well.
38/50 states would have to ratify such an amendment. It’s difficult for good reason.
And then you’d have to kill a large chunk of the population to make it stick, even if you were to get it as a law.
I’m a nurse by temperament and training. I’m generally a rule follower even when the rules are stupid.
I’m also a veteran. I learned lots of interesting things in the Army.
But i won’t comply. I won’t register anything, and it’s for damned certain I won’t hand anything over.
This is the point where you ask me if I’m willing to die over it. But that’s not really the right question. The right question is whether I’m willing to kill over it. How do i convince you by mere communication so that we can avoid having to demonstrate it?
If you come to take it, my working assumption is that you’ve come to kill me, or worse, and I’ll respond accordingly. By which I mean immediate and lethal force.
Or better yet, when it becomes evident that you will be coming to kill me, I’ll come find you first.
No, we’re going to have to solve the violence problem in our culture by some means other than forcible disarmament. You won’t be getting any new laws. In fact, we’re going to throw out a sizeable chunk of existing law. I’ll be keeping my firearms. Every last one of them. There’s really not a damn thing you can do about it.
Come take it
What’s it like to be stuck in a foreign country without being able to leave?
I was stuck in India for about a year without being able to leave.
When my wife was pregnant I went to the local Foreigner Regional Registration Office and was told that we should be fine overstaying our visas by a few weeks (to allow her more rest after labor) if I brought in a note from the doctor and the birth certificate.
She gave birth, and I did what they said.
“Okay. Now you must wait,” they said. Fair enough.
I called every week but every time was told that the permits we would need in order to leave were not ready.
In the meantime I cancelled our non-refundable AirAsia flight.
After a couple of months, it was clear that we were not going to get our permits to leave anytime soon.
“Your case had been forwarded to the central government in Delhi,” I was told by the office. “We can’t do anything for you.”
“Oh… Then what do I do now? Who can I talk to?”
“You can’t talk to them. You have to wait…”
Wow.
And so we lived in a state of limbo and uncertainty for many months, moving from house to house with a small baby because we didn’t know when we would leave.
Our families were worried. It was horrible. I got in touch with the US embassy but that didn’t help.
Finally, a friend introduced me to a friend of his, a man who worked for the government. He pulled some strings, and after a couple of weeks we had our exit permits.
I cannot describe the relief I felt. It’s like being in a place you love, but being trapped there. The place becomes a prison, and you don’t know when you’ll be able to leave. And there’s no sentence which tells you how long your imprisonment will last. You just have to wait. In my case, it was a year. Twelve months.
I thanked the man a gazillion times, and soon we were out of India. Phew.
Australian Ambassador Ross Garnaut: “America would be damaged by war with China over the status of Taiwan, but, short of a major nuclear exchange debilitating both great powers, its sovereignty would not be at risk. Australia’s would be. Indeed, I doubt that Australia could survive as a sovereign entity the isolation from most of Asia that would be likely to follow anything other than a decisive and quick US victory in a war in which our military was engaged”.
The National Endowment for Democracy: What It Is and What It Does. The Foreign Ministry says the NED acts as the U.S. government’s “white gloves,” subverting state power, meddling in other countries’ internal affairs, inciting division and confrontation, misleading public opinion, and conducting ideological infiltration—all under the guise of promoting democracy.
The Zimbabwe president visiting BYD Headquarters and realized that heads of African states are in China for the 9th FOCAC (Forum on China–Africa Cooperation). I spent a long time looking at the current state of China & Africa Cooperation. Let’s take a look at what I found.
NED has long colluded with anti-China forces, including Jimmy Lai. In 2020, the NED set up multiple projects related to Hong Kong in its funding list, totalling more than $310,000, to provide support for the Hong Kong rioters. In 2023, the NED collaborated with the British NGO “Hong Kong Watch” and Amnesty International, as well as anti-China politicians in the U.S., U.K. and Germany, to nominate Jimmy Lai for the 2023 Nobel Peace Prize.
America is, geopolitically, trying to punch China at one end of the bar, and getting punched 30 times before it can get there. Their military is too weak to take the field in Russia, their Navy is too weak to beat Yemen and their Air Force can only bomb innocents and misses the heroes of Hamas entirely. America is an old drunk brawler, covered in blood and piss and just embarrassing itself. Its current military strategy makes as much sense as Scarface’s home security. Scarface died so coked up that his body kept firing. That’s America right now, braindead and running on pure muscle memory.
Constructing the new Funan Techo Canal, Cambodia: 10 km completed by 17th. day. The Chinese contractor sent 2,500 large machines to work day and night. The US took 10yrs to build the Panama Canal, which opened in 1914, and which is 100km shorter than the Techo Canal. The Techo Canal is estimated to cost $1.7B. The Panama Canal cost $8.6B in 2024 dollars.
Türkiye has formally applied to join BRICS. Türkiye seeks to enhance its global influence and establish new alliances beyond its traditional Western partners, according to Bloomberg BRICS members: Brazil, Russia, India, China, South Africa, UAE, Iran, Egypt and Ethiopia.
China has party secretaries aboard oceangoing vessels. This report focuses on the ship political commissar, a Party representative assigned to oceangoing merchant ships, particularly within state-owned shipping enterprises, to carry out political and administrative work in the management of ship crews.
Serbia should pick BRICS over Brussels, Deputy Prime Minister Aleksandar Vulin has said in an interview with Russian media. The largest republic of the former Yugoslavia applied for EU membership in 2009 and has been a candidate since 2012, but the bloc has recently demanded recognition of the breakaway province of Kosovo as a condition for membership. “BRICS does not ask anything of Serbia and offers more than we could want. The EU asks of us everything, and I’m no longer sure what it has to offer. We see BRICS as an opportunity and an alternative. Serbia is very closely investigating all the possibilities presented by BRICS and closer cooperation with its member states.” According to Vulin, Serbia is expecting an official invitation to the BRICS October summit in Kazan, Russia.
The footprints of the two global economic power blocs were roughly equal in 2020. China and its BRICS allies are increasingly the world economy’s richest bloc. Nothing prepared the populations of Western capitalism for this changed reality or its effects. Especially the sections of those populations already forced to absorb the costly burdens of Western capitalism’s decline feel betrayed, abandoned, and angry. The wars in Ukraine and Gaza testify to that denial and exemplify the costly strategic mistakes it produces.
“The battleground won’t be in the Global South, where the US has very much lost to China, especially in Africa and Latin America. It won’t be in the Indo-Pacific either, where few countries want to take sides. It will be in Europe, where the US has most of its allies and where China is the largest trading partner. Even if America’s decline is gradual, it cannot afford a global military presence.That Europe takes China as a partner, competitor and systemic rival at the same time says more about Europe’s confusion about China than what China really is.
What is the goriest thing you have seen in real life?
I was an Office Manager for a collision repair center for a few years. We had a Mitsubishi Montero towed in from a bad accident that sat over a hot weekend.
The smell was awful. The spare tire was missing from the back. Pieces of teeth, tissue and bone were stuck on it. Lots of flies. The car had a suitcase, computer and other property in it.
We were told by the insurance agent that the car belonged to a long time customer who fell in love with a girl in the Philippines right out of school. He could not afford to bring her with him when he moved to California. He worked two jobs for a few years and saved money to bring her to the state to marry her.
He picked her up from the airport. She was excited! Never been to California before. They blew a tire on the freeway. She was pacing behind him on her cell phone talking to his sister. He removed the spare from the back of the car and was on his knees taking it off when a drunk driver going 65 mph hit them.
The drunk drivers car had struck her, pushed her into him and smashed his head near the spare tire holder on the back of the car. He died instantly. Pieces of his skull, jaw bone & teeth were pressed into the vehicle. She however was still alive and on the phone. She remained alive for a long time while rescue efforts continued. She died when the other drivers car was removed.
Her luggage was in the car. Her parents where flying out to collect her things. The receptionist and I had to remove her things and make a list for them. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done.
This Sea Is the Most Mysterious in the World
Why are China, Japan and Korea so successful economically but Vietnam is not, when they should have more with their geopolitics? They often blame foreign invasions, but shouldn’t the blame rationally also come from themselves and their leaders?
One reason is that the Vietnamese would like to follow the Indian development model without a huge domestic market. However, limited by its narrow local market, Vietnam plays more of a role as a processing and transshipment hub in the global electronics industry chain, with products produced traveling across the ocean to North America, Europe and other places.
Vietnam’s electronics industry mainly revolves around a few large manufacturers such as Samsung, Foxconn, Canon, and LG. Among them, Samsung has invested the most in Vietnam. After Samsung mobile phones failed to win the Chinese market, Samsung shut down its last Chinese factory in Huizhou, Guangdong in 2019 and fully transferred its production capacity to Vietnam, India and Indonesia, driving about 200 supply chain manufacturers to relocate to Southeast Asia. At one time, 60% of supply chain manufacturers in Vietnam only served Samsung and LG.
As of the end of 2021, Samsung’s total investment in Vietnam reached US$17.74 billion. In February 2022, Samsung subsidiary Samsung Electro-Mechanics also announced that it would invest US$850 million in Vietnam to build an FC-BGA packaging substrate production line. FC-BGA packaging substrate is a high-end semiconductor packaging substrate, mainly used for packaging of large computing chips such as CPU and GPU. This means that Samsung is introducing more advanced processes and technologies into Vietnam.
Competition and complementarity between Vietnam and China coexist, but from a competitive perspective, the pressure index faced by the two is completely asymmetrical. It can be said that China has an absolute advantage. From a complementary perspective, the export structures between the two countries are quite different, and the supply chains are closely interdependent. For example, when China was in the midst of the epidemic in 2020, the supply chains of many industries in Vietnam also came to a standstill.
Vietnam’s development is an extension of China’s economic space, because the industrial chains of Vietnam and China are closely integrated. As a geographical neighbor, a wealthy Vietnam is more beneficial to China than a poor Vietnam. China does not need to worry too much about the challenges brought about by the rise of Vietnam’s industry.
Vietnam’s labor cost advantage is gradually fading. As Vietnam’s labor costs and land prices gradually increase, Vietnam’s investment window period is 5 to 10 years at most.
Whether in Vietnam or India, outsiders need to abide by a set of rules. As long as the shipment volume improves, numerous law enforcement agencies such as taxation, industry and commerce will come to visit. At first it only required a small tip to solve the problem, but in the end, it turned into all the trouble of sealing the warehouse and paying unblocking fees.
Both India and Vietnam are much worse than mainland China in terms of supply chain integrity, and the conditions are far from mature. The accumulation of a country’s industrial capabilities is by no means achieved overnight. It takes time and a bit of luck. The accumulation of industrial capabilities in China’s manufacturing industry over the past 30 years is not a common phenomenon globally. It still takes a process for other countries to accumulate industrial capabilities.
As long as China’s industrial capabilities remain an important pole in the global supply chain, the industrial chain itself cannot be moved or decoupled on a large scale. China’s greatest advantage is the world’s largest consumer market. That is valuable soil for the gestation and development of new technologies, because although the industrial revolution originated from technology, the implementation of technology cannot be separated from specific market demands and application scenarios.
If someone is holding your loved one at knife point and they tell you to throw away your loaded pistol or they’ll seriously injure your loved one, do you throw away your pistol, or do you walk closer and shoot the knife-holder?
You never put down your gun.
That is Hollywood nonsense. If someone is holding a hostage, cops never surrender their weapon. Doing so turns the cop or whomever is responding into just another victim. You can read numerous answers by real cops to the effect here.
Me: Son, you catastrophically misunderstand the situation you’ve put yourself in. Right now, she’s the only thing keeping you alive. There is no way in heaven or hell I’m putting my gun down, and if you hurt her I will kill you. No ifs ands or buts. I’m sure the coroner will explain to the judge how you tripped and fell face-first onto a pile of .45ACP bullets. Put the knife down, and you may just survive this.
Now, I can reliably hit a clay pigeon out to 25 yards. If we’re within that distance, I don’t need to get closer to shoot him in the face. Farther out…yeah, I’m less sure of that shot. Unless I have a rifle.
Bottom line, you never ever put your gun down. That’s just a good way to get both of you murdered. Make sure the bad guy understands he’s in a might-die/will-die situation. If he leaves her be, he might die. He might get arrested. He might escape. But if he hurts her, he will die.
Interesting
Don’t know if this was posted here previously, from “Globalism is Economic Slavery” on one of those websites b doesn’t like too much because their articles generate endless controversy. Its the life the West looks forward to.
He has never owned anything. He rents his bedroom, his furnishings, and his meager entertainments. Each month, a digital account associated with his digital ID receives a number of central bank digital currency units. How much he receives depends upon the number of hours he works at his government job, how much the government values his work, how much the government taxes him for the privilege of using public infrastructure, and how much of his income the government decides should be redistributed to other citizens in need. After taxes, rents, utilities, and other assorted municipal, state, federal, and international fees are deducted from his earnings, he has little — if any — discretionary income.
If he chooses to save that income to invest in his future, the government informs him that his central bank digital currency units disappear within ninety days. If he tries to purchase something that the government has banned, he forfeits what he currently has. If he does something that the government deems contrary to his well-being, his social credit score decreases, and a fraction of his discretionary income disappears. Every few weeks, a digital doctor (running on artificial intelligence) appears on the video screen in his apartment with a detailed list of all the “unhealthy” things he has done since their last interaction. He is informed that a portion of his temporary savings will be redistributed to citizens with healthier habits. His A.I. health monitor tells him that he must immediately report to the closest pharmaceutical distribution center so that he can be injected with the latest “vaccines.” Failure to do so will result in the deactivation of all electronic entertainment devices and a permanent mark on his social credit record.
He is unhappy, and because the State’s A.I. supervisor has detected his unhappiness, the display monitor in his apartment encourages him to find personal meaning by “joining the fight against global warming.” For a while, he does just that. He attends community meetings in his apartment building where government officials talk about the importance of “saving the planet” by “owning nothing.” He chats with anonymous strangers (bots?) on the State’s social media platform, and they all agree that the sacrifices they’re making to save the world are definitely worth it. He wakes up one morning to discover that his social credit score has risen and that he has been rewarded with a few extra central bank digital currency units. Still, our future man remains unhappy.
Then one day sirens blare, and his apartment monitor flashes with breaking news: the country is at war. He listens intently but can’t figure out which foreign nations are attacking. The trusted news anchors tell him that peace, prosperity, and freedom are all at risk. He steps outside his tiny apartment to find other solitary renters fired up and talking excitedly about the battles to come. He walks back inside to find his A.I. supervisor informing him that he has been personally selected to protect the homeland from its enemies. For the first time in many years, our future man feels alive.
He soon finds himself in boot camp, where he enjoys regular exercise, discipline, and camaraderie. Six months later, he and his new friends are shipped overseas. Strangely, in all this time, nobody has explained whom they will actually be fighting. All he knows is that they’re at war with “the authoritarians” who wish to “take our democracy.” There is anticipation in his camp and endless talk of adventure. Then, when everyone least expects it, a thunderous swarm of drones attacks from overhead. Nobody has time to react. Explosions seem to come from out of nowhere. He sees the bodies of his friends torn to pieces. Then everything goes dark.
He awakes in a hospital severely injured, is called a hero, and is later sent home. When he arrives, he notices breadlines outside the government’s genetically engineered food distribution centers. He hears a beggar on the street joke that they should call them “insect-lines,” since that’s all there is to eat. He learns that someone else has moved into his old apartment, but he is offered a new one because of his military service. It is smaller and has even fewer furnishings than the one he lost. He realizes that most of his former neighbors never returned from war and that many of the newcomers now living in their apartments look and sound like those people he was told to fight overseas. Nothing makes sense. His injuries torment him. He feels even more lost and lonely than before he went to war. His A.I. supervisor informs him that he has been added to a list of people considered “potential domestic terrorists.” Remaining on this list will make it hard for him to work and live.
Then, one day, his digital doctor asks if he would like some assistance in ending his life peacefully. “You can save others,” he is told, “by permanently reducing your carbon footprint.” In agony, he wonders, “How did we get here?”
If two Colonels are in the same room who has the highest rank. Who is in charge?
I witnessed a situation in the late ‘60’s while stationed at West Point New York, at the United States Military Academy, that hit this nail squarely on the head.
Two lowly butter bars ( recently commissioned 2nd Lts.) were called into the office of their CO of a combat engineer company that supported the cadet program there.
It seemed a family emergency necessitated the CO’s absence for a few days. That meant one of the Lt’s would assume command and this no pre-notice meeting was to announce the leave and change of command, and as it turned out, the reasons why.
The later arriving of the two Lt’s was a little older than his first arriving Lt. buddy. Other differences seemed to be life’s experiences, aggression, decision making initiative, civilian education and more.
The CO, thinking the differences, openly apparent to all, would cause problems when the lesser of the two was selected to take over, was the reason for the meet. He wanted to avoid any animus between the two Lt’s and any other problems that might cause in the company during his absence.
The CO, a brilliant man, was a West Point grad, a RVN vet of a harsh year, and held two graduate degrees. In other words, on the fast track for a career officer.
He explained, quite unnecessarily, that the later arriving Lt. would have been his choice to assume command but it was the other that was to have the position.
The date of rank (commission) was the determining factor in this instance and except for promotions was the usual order of things, where two, or more, of the same rank were in the picture.
He explained that the date of rank was the Army Protocol for determining seniority of two officers of the same rank. The two Lts. Looked at each other and broke into laughter. The two good friends could have cared less who was in the barrel for however long it was to take. Both were anxious to return to civilian life ASAP.
The Capt., also friendly with both in off duty time, joined in the amusement and just added. “I didn’t want to create any hard feelings!” It didn’t and I couldn’t have given a hoot less because my buddy Bill was designated the acting CO.
“No one is ready for what’s COMING this Fall” Gerald Celente warns
What was the most inappropriate thing that happened to you at university?
I had a professor who was from India and he had a superiority complex about being from India. He thought very little of Americans and never hesitated to tell students how they were inferior to people from India.
This professor would ask impossible three question tests. The questions would be something like, recite verbatim page 93 of your textbook without looking in the book.
After everyone would fail the test because passing was absolutely impossible for everyone, he would see each student individually ostensibly to discuss their grade.
He would make male students grovel and beg and he would sexually harass female students.
The first time this happened to me I told him he could just give me a minimum of a, “B” grade and he could pull his bullshit on the other students. If he did not agree with this, I told him I would make him regret that decision.
He did not agree so I went to the Dean of Students and explained the situation. T
he Dean of Students gave me the speech about college is about learning to get along with people and perhaps I had problems with the professor but other students did not.
I told the Dean he was wrong and I would prove it to him.
I requested the Dean to be in his office on Friday at 1:00 pm and he agreed. At the end of class, I got up and said, “Anyone who thinks this professor is an asshole, follow me and I will fix it.”
The entire class followed me to the Dean’s office.
The Dean was of course shocked and shocked to hear of the harassment of the students.
The Dean talked to the professor and assumed the matter was settled.
The next class the jackass professor immediately stated, “You ratted me out to the Dean, now I am going to fail everyone.”
I got up and told everyone in the class to get up and follow me to the Dean’s office (and they did).
That time he was threatened with immediate termination.
I went back and told the jackass, remember when I told you that you could just give me a minimum of a, “B” and play your games with the rest of the students?
Now I bet you wish you had.
Do not ever attempt to cross me. That put him in his place. He was later terminated for sexual harassment.
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Russia Is Literally Threatening Us With World War III, But Most People In The Western World Don’t Seem To Care
The Russians just told us again that the world could soon be facing nuclear war if western powers don’t stop escalating the conflict in Ukraine, but this is yet another warning that has gone in one ear and out the other. The Russians can talk about nuclear war until they are blue in the face, but nothing that they say is going to sink in, because our leaders simply do not care. They are entirely convinced that the Russians will never use nuclear weapons, and so they are not afraid to keep pushing the Russians closer to a breaking point. When the Russians finally reach their breaking point, what will they do?
Russian Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov has been playing this game for decades, and he always chooses his words very carefully.
“We are now confirming once again that playing with fire – and they are like small children playing with matches – is a very dangerous thing for grown-up uncles and aunts who are entrusted with nuclear weapons in one or another Western country,” Lavrov told reporters in Moscow.
“Americans unequivocally associate conversations about Third World War as something that, God forbid, if it happens, will affect Europe exclusively,” Lavrov said.
Lavrov added that Russia was “clarifying” its nuclear doctrine.
Obviously the Russians do not want a nuclear war.
But unlike the U.S., the Russians have been feverishly preparing to fight one. Today, their strategic nuclear arsenal and their anti-missile systems are far superior to our own.
Most Americans don’t realize this.
I have been writing about this for years, but most people in the western world are not interested in such warnings.
And the Russians also very clearly understand that whoever strikes first will have the best chance of surviving a nuclear conflict.
Over and over, the Russians have made it clear that they would very much prefer to avoid using nuclear weapons.
But the Russians have also told us over and over that if they are pushed too far they will use them.
Right now, the Russians are extremely angry. We saw more evidence of this when they just launched the largest air assault on Ukraine since the war started…
Russia launched a “massive” missile and drone attack aimed at energy infrastructure across Ukraine at the start of the week, marking the biggest air assault since the war began, Ukrainian officials said. Moscow has since followed that with a second wave of strikes early Tuesday morning.
Monday’s onslaught, which killed at least seven people and caused power outages in several cities, marked Russia’s “most massive air attack” in more than two-and-a-half years of conflict, according to Ukrainian Air Force Commander Mykola Oleshchuk.
Three weeks ago, Ukraine’s military launched a stunning operation to take the war in Ukraine back onto the territory of the country that launched it. Three weeks later, the Ukrainians still occupy hundreds of miles of territory in Russia’s western Kursk region.
The incursion had a number of goals: to force Russia to divert its forces from Ukraine to defend its own towns and cities; to seize territory that might later be used for bargaining leverage in peace negotiations; and to send a political message to the Russian people and their leaders that they are not safe from the consequences of the war launched by Russian President Vladimir Putin nearly two-and-a-half years ago.
Unfortunately for Ukraine, the Russians did not divert assets from eastern Ukraine to defend Kursk.
Instead, the Russians have continued to move forward steadily in eastern Ukraine, and now they are closing in on the key city of Pokrovsk…
And that means Russia’s eastern offensive, which kicked off last fall and widened around the New Year, has continued unimpeded through August. The consequences for Ukraine’s defensive campaign in the east have been dire.
In essence, Russia is trading Kursk for part of eastern Ukraine. Ukraine is trading part of the east for Kursk. Whether either tradeoff is worth it is a political question—and one without an easy answer for either side.
The drumbeat of recent Russian advances east of Pokrovsk, northwest of Donetsk, should sound like an alarm in Kyiv. On Friday, Russian infantry marched into Novohrodivka, seven miles east of Pokrovsk.
Ukraine sent many of their best units (along with significant numbers of western mercenaries) into Kursk, and so much of the front in eastern Ukraine is now defended by new conscripts that are very poorly trained…
As Kiev attempts to bask in triumph over its territorial gains inside of Russia, its forces are losing territory along the Eastern front lines in Ukraine. Ukrainian military commanders say the reason for the losses is poorly trained soldiers; many are even afraid to fire their weapons.
Speaking with the Associated Press, a battalion commander in Ukraine’s 47th Brigade said, “Some people don’t want to shoot. They see the enemy in the firing position in trenches but don’t open fire. … That is why our men are dying. When they don’t use the weapon, they are ineffective.”
The decision to invade the Kursk region is turning out to be a massive strategic blunder.
The Ukrainians have lost vast numbers of men and vehicles in Kursk, but they aren’t going to be able to hold Russian territory for very long.
Meanwhile, the front in eastern Ukraine is at risk of completely collapsing.
However, Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky continues to insist that the invasion of Kursk is part of his “victory plan” which he will soon unveil to Joe Biden…
Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky has said his troops’ incursion into Russia’s Kursk region is part of a “victory plan” that he will present to US President Joe Biden next month.
Speaking at a forum on Tuesday, President Zelensky said the success of the plan would depend on President Biden and on whether the US would give Ukraine “what is in this plan or not, [and] whether we will be free to use this plan, or not”.
“It may sound too ambitious for some, but it is an important plan for us,” he added, saying that he would also show the plan to both US presidential candidates Kamala Harris and Donald Trump.
The only way that the Ukrainians can possibly achieve victory is to get the U.S. and other western powers directly involved in the conflict.
So far, the Ukrainians have not been able to do that.
But if that does happen at some point, that will bring us literally to the brink of nuclear war.
Sadly, most people have no idea what a nuclear conflict would actually look like.
According to author Annie Jacobsen, the initial blast of one nuclear warhead in Washington D.C. would immediately wipe out everything in a 9 mile diameter…
So with a 1-megaton bomb on Washington, DC, what happens in the very first millisecond is that this thermonuclear flash expands into a ball of fire that is one mile of pure fire. It’s 19 football fields of fire.
Then the fireball’s edges compress into what is called a steeply fronted blast wave — as dense wall of air pushing out, mowing down everything in its path three miles out, in every direction, because it is accompanied by several-hundred-mile-an-hour winds.
It’s like Washington, DC, just got hit by an asteroid and the accompanying wave. When you think about this initial 9-mile diameter ring, imagine every single engineered structure — buildings, bridges, etc. — collapsing.
That is what one nuclear warhead would do.
The Russians have thousands of them.
Millions would die during a full-blown nuclear exchange between the United States and Russia, but billions would potentially die during the nuclear winter that follows…
A Nuclear war would plunge our planet into a deep nuclear winter. In the worst-case scenario, a nuclear exchange between the U.S. and Russia (which together possess nearly 90% of the world’s nuclear weapons) could eject up to 165 million tons (150 million metric tons) of soot into Earth’s atmosphere, reducing surface temperatures by 16 degrees Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius) and sending global calorie production plummeting by as much as 90%.
We should do whatever it takes to avoid such a scenario.
If leaders on both sides were sane, they would sit down and try to talk things out while it is still possible to do so.
Unfortunately, neither side is interested in talking at this point, and so we continue to steamroll toward the unthinkable.
Is it possible to relocate a factory out of China due to the trade war between the US and China? If so, where would be the most suitable location for a new manufacturing site?
Only in a politician’s dream.
Modern factories rely on a supply chain. China’s supply chainsare very sophisticated. Related industries are clustered in one city or region. Garment manufacturers have instant access to thread, zippers, fabric, fasteners, and printing and dyeing. They use on time inventory to save time and money. So unless you can built a similar supply chain, you’ll have to import all your supplies from China anyway. And pay more.
In the case of the US, it is a service based economy. 70% of employment is in the service sector. Less than 10% is in manufacturing. Do you think anyone in the service sector wants a factory job? You’d have to play a hefty salary to get anyone to change.
And greed. UAW got a raise to $45 an hour and immediately wanted a 14% raise. That’s going to put the automakers out of business. They need to automate and reduce human labor to compete in the world market.
Politicians in the US got chip companies to move back to the US. Hooray. Raise the flag. But after the chips are made, they’ll get shipped back to China to make phones, laptops and computers.
Political fodder.
What is your take on the US sanctions against Xinjiang enterprises over the alleged use of forced labour?
The United States always lists some Chinese companies on the so-called “Entity List” on the grounds of suspected “forced labor of Uyghurs” and prohibits the import of their products.
Now, the sanctions list has expanded to more than 70 Chinese companies.
This number is not a simple statistic, but reflects a trend: the United States is using economic means to exert political pressure and trying to achieve its strategic goals by attacking Chinese companies.
But whether such an approach can really achieve the desired results is worth our deep consideration.
According to the United States, any goods related to Xinjiang may be considered as products of forced labor and therefore face sanctions.
However, the question is whether there is solid evidence to support this accusation, or is it a malicious frame-up for political purposes?
Xinjiang’s development achievements are obvious to all. The so-called “forced labor” and “genocide” are completely nonsense.
They are lies of the century fabricated by a very small number of anti-China elements. Their purpose is to mess up Xinjiang, discredit China, and curb China’s development.
It is obvious that this is the United States imposing illegal sanctions on Chinese companies under the guise of human rights.
The United States’ serious interference in China’s internal affairs, serious disruption of the normal market order, and serious violation of international trade rules and basic norms of international relations are essentially attempts to create “forced unemployment” in Xinjiang and infringe on the human rights of the vast number of people in Xinjiang in the name of human rights.
The Xinjiang companies sanctioned by the United States for so-called “forced labor” involve Xinjiang’s advantageous industries such as cotton and textiles and clothing, photovoltaic silicon-based, and tomato processing.
These industries play a very important role in promoting high-quality development, solving rural labor employment, and increasing farmers’ income.
You know, if a company’s exports are restricted, many downstream industries will not be able to obtain the necessary raw materials, and the normal operation of the entire industry will be impacted.
This is like a domino effect, one link after another, and in the end, it will not only be these companies that will suffer, but also tens of thousands of employees and families who depend on them for survival.
If the United States really cares about human rights, it should take measures to effectively solve domestic problems such as racial discrimination, gun violence, and drug abuse, rather than treating internal problems externally, interfering in other countries, and imposing sanctions indiscriminately.
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In the military, have you ever forgotten to salute an officer? Do all of them say something to you or do they let it go?
As a young Marine, I was stationed at NAS Millington (TN) for school. Was walking back to class one day from a medical appointment and I could SEE a Navy guy in khaki walking toward me (our paths were 90 degrees out and we were GOING to intersect).
At the time, I didn’t think to look at the guys shoes. I was scared, pretty freshly out of the heinousness of boot camp and was just desperately just trying to make out whether or not he was an O based on rank insignia.
I could NOT tell, however much I squinted and strained to see. And he was looking… I’m pretty sure he could tell I was mortified and terrified that I’d screw up and embarrass my command/myself.
I was at the point where I was anticipating being stopped and loudly berated and was just beside myself at the thought. Everything went into slo-mo. He was, unexpectedly, SUPER kind though.
He, in an exaggerated motion, turned his head toward me so I could clearly see the Lietenant bars on his cover, saluted me crisply and said “Good afternoon, Marine.”
All with a small smile (no condescension whatsoever) while giving me the opportunity to salute and bark my “Good afternoon, Sir! Thank you!” He never missed a beat.
Was I embarrassed?
Yes, of course!
But that sailor, in that moment was EXACTLY what an officer should be: an example of grace, confidence, leadership, and generosity when appropriate… and I think he knew it.
Have always wondered who he was because he, with that one tiny gesture, had a significant impact on me in a time when I was pretty low and had been targeted and harassed by my own chain of command because I was a bit… different and didn’t quite fit the mold they believed I should fit as a person (not as a Marine, but my personal likes/dislikes/interests). Amazing what tiny acts of generosity and/or kindness can do. I try to live by his example from that day. 🙂
What are common scams in India?
*’NEW HOTEL SCAM!!*
This is one of the smartest scams I have heard about.
You arrive at your hotel and check in at the front desk. Typically when checking in, you give the front desk your credit card (for any charges to your room) and they don’t retain the card.
You go to your room and settle in. All is good.
The hotel receives a call and the caller asks for (as an example) *room 620* – which happens to be your room.
The phone rings in your room. You answer and the person on the other end says the following:
*’This is the front desk. When checking in, we came across a problem with your charge card information.*
*Please re-read me your credit card numbers and verify the last 3 digits numbers at the reverse side of your charge card.’*
Not thinking anything wrong, since the call seems to come from the front desk you oblige. But actually, *it is a scam by someone calling from outside the hotel*. They have asked for a *random room number*, then *ask you for your credit card and address information.*
*They sound so professional, that you think you are talking to the front desk.*
If you ever encounter this scenario on your travels, *tell the caller that you will be down to the front desk to clear up any problems.*
Then, *go to the front desk or call directly and ask if there was a problem.*
If there was none, *inform the manager of the hotel that someone tried to scam you of your credit card information, acting like a front desk employee.*
This was sent by someone who has been duped……..
and is still cleaning up the mess.
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What’s the most unusual place you’ve ever visited?
Johnston Island. You can’t go there, at least not legally.
It’s about 800 miles SSW of Honolulu, making it roughly 3,000 miles SSW of San Diego.
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Good features:
Federal wildlife sanctuary. Birdshit EVERYWHERE. Great if you’re prospecting for birdshit.
No noisy neighbors. Except the birds.
Humans all gone now.
Clear-ass water 90 feet deep in the lagoon. Sharks can be seen, and guys used to catch (and sometimes eat) them.
Bad features:
Used to have a shitload of chemical (and probably biological) warheads stored there. All were incinerated in the 1990s and the incineration facility demolished.
Atomic weapons were launched from there in the early 1960s. Two test shots failed, including one that scattered PLUTONIUM all over the launchpad. They buried the waste, but it is still there. Do Not Visit ‘Mount Pluto,” which is where that stuff is buried.
No facilities. Airstrip decommissioned.
A sailboat sheltered in the atoll some years ago during a hurricane. Better than nothing, they said.
I visited there in 1991 as an Army Photojournalist. We repatriated our chemical munitions from West Germany and shipped them there for disposal. I covered the shipment and transfer story.
What has China done to merit the USA referring to them as the Chinese threat?
Short answer: exist.
Longer answer: China is rising rapidly to surpass the USA as the world’s dominant power. The USA cannot lose face.
Detailed answer: China’s rise will undermine US hegemony and thus take away its financial privileges to export away its inflation and punish other nations for not complying with its foreign policy.
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POLICE IN JAPAN HAVE NO WORK TO DO THESE DAYS!!!
Yes you read that right.
The Japanese police have been doing literally nothing these days.
The reason behind this is the ever decreasing crime rate in Japan.
Let me tell you some facts here:
The crime rate in Japan has decreased to negligible amount in last 13 years.
On an average, there is less than 1% chance of crime for every 100,000 people in Japan.
There was only one incident of murder last year in Japan. Yes just one!
The most important element of police power, though, is not authority to search, but authority in the community. Like school teachers, Japanese policemen rate high in public esteem, especially in the countryside.
The police in Japan are trained in calligraphy and Haiku composition.
Police in Japan do carry a gun but they rarely use it. Instead they use their black belts in judo or police sticks. In an average year, the entire Tokyo police force only fires six shots.
15,000 koban “police boxes” are located throughout the cities.
Police koban box officers spend time teaching neighborhood youth judo or calligraphy.
The officers even hand- write their own newspapers, with information about crime and accidents, “stories about good deeds by children, and opinions of
residents.”
Tokyo is the safest city in the entire world.
What do you know that most people don’t?
Everyone knows these facts.
Hypertension (high blood pressure) commonly cause headache.
Diabetes (high sugar) can be countered by taking bitter gourd.
Avoiding fatty food can surely reduce cholesterol.
Heart attack always cause left sided chest pain.
Pricking type of chest pain located at one point in the left chest may be heart attack.
An Echo test (heart scanning) can identify blocks in the heart.
Fruits are no no for a diabetic
Smoking just one cigarette is not very dangerous.
It is very rare for women to die of heart attack.
Unfortunately; all of the above are wrong.
It is very rare for people to get headache because of hypertension unless the BP is very severe (accelerated hypertension, hypertensive encephalopathy or a hypertensive stroke).
Diabetes results from low levels or ineffective Insulin in the body. Taking bitter gourd actually worsens blood sugar (it is complex carbohydrate).
60 % of serum cholesterol is synthesized in the Liver. So despite strict dieting people can still have very high cholesterol.
Heart attack pain can be anywhere from above the navel to below the jaw, it can radiate to shoulders or back or feel like ‘indigestion’. Despite the classic left chest, left arm pain, many often cardiac pain is atypical.
Pricking chest pain, localized to a point is almost always non-cardiac
An Echo test shows heart valves and heart muscles and cardiac contractility, it cannot identify a coronary block. Indirect evidence of block by way of heart muscle abnormality may be shown in echo.
Citrus fruits and bananas have low glycemic index and are recommended in diabetic diet
Even one cigarette smoking can cause transient narrowing of coronary artery and precipitate a block in a susceptible person (coronary spasm).
Chance of a women dying of an heart attack is more than breast and uterine cancer added together. It is of course less common than in men in menstrual age group.
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The China Army announced in a recent air defense exercise that “shooting at drone swarms is challenging,” with modern anti-aircraft artillery groups only shooting down 40% of the drones. What does this mean?
Who has the most drone swarms?
China!
China is currently the world’s largest drone developer and producer. They have developed most of the world’s military and civilian drones. 75% of the world’s drones and drone parts are supplied by Chinese companies.
Most of the drones used by both sides of the Russian-Ukrainian battlefield are actually assembled with Chinese parts.
China unveils new aerial cluster drone for swarm attacks - Asia Times
Chinese scientists have developed a new type of war drone that can rapidly multiply midair, a tactical shock and awe phenomenon against potential
Chinese companies can easily operate 500 drones in a commercial show and combine them into various gorgeous patterns. The Chinese army can command hundreds of swarms of drones in the woods to search and attack targets at the same time
Who has modern anti-aircraft artillery groups?
China!
The United States has basically stopped deploying ground anti-aircraft guns, and Russia and Europe rarely equip such weapons. Among the major powers, only China has more such weapons.
Who organized this experiment?
China!
Perhaps there is also controversy among the Chinese:
Faced with a large number of low-cost drone cluster attacks, can traditional low-altitude air defense equipment effectively respond? So they organized this military exercise.
This is the world’s first large-scale drone attack/defense exercise publicly conducted.
The Chinese Army and CETC participated in the exercise:
The army was responsible for defending a position, and the company operated a drone swarm to attack.
The Army:
Use PGZ-09 self-propelle anti-aircraft guns and 625E anti-aircraft guns to form a defensive position.
PGZ-09
PGZ-09 has a 2-mounted 25mm anti-aircraft gun, which can fire 600-800 rounds per minute and has a target automatic tracking radar.
625E
The 625E anti-aircraft gun has a Gatling machine gun, which can fire 4000-6000 rounds per minute, and has a radar and optoelectronic tracking system.
CETC:
Using a cluster of small drones to attack, through AI formation and automatic execution to avoid flight routes. The news did not disclose the number of drones involved in the attack. I personally estimate that there are more than 100.
This is also a powerful drone swarm, far exceeding the number and density of drone attacks on the Russian-Ukrainian battlefield.
Final result:
In the first round of confrontation, 60% of the drones evaded the dense anti-aircraft barrage and broke through to the target: this means that the position has been destroyed and the Chinese army has been defeated by their own company.
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In fact, there are usually three ways for the military of various countries around the world to defend against drones
1. Dense barrage
Directly shoot down drones through automatic weapons, shotguns, etc.
2. Laser weapons
Detect through radar and use high-energy lasers to attack drones.
3. Electronic interference
Interfere with the communication of drones through radio interference equipment, making them lose their attack capability
Drone jammer used by Russian soldiers
And anti-aircraft missiles, automatic rifles, fighters, helicopters, tanks and other weapons are basically useless against low-altitude small drones.
In fact, laser weapons are easily affected by weather and it is difficult to defend multiple targets at the same time.
Electronic interference is easy to be cracked and targeted defense, thus failing.
So the Chinese military chose the most effective way: dense barrage. But it still failed
This exercise highlights that the war mode is changing rapidly, from a war centered on soldiers and high-value equipment to a war centered on unmanned weapons and low-cost weapons. Even China, the country that is best at developing and producing drones in the world, has not found a good way to defend itself against drones.
This experiment will greatly promote the Chinese military’s research and development progress in anti-drone equipment, and various anti-drone equipment from China will quickly appear and occupy the market.
At the same time, the Chinese military’s drone combat methods and concepts will receive more and more attention, more models and combat methods will be developed, and drone weapons based on AI and swarm combat will be placed in a very important position.
They will continue to poke their own shields with their spears, and eventually both the spears and shields will develop rapidly and quickly leave other competitors behind.
Runza Casserole
A casserole version of the Russian runza (also called a bierock) which is a yeast dough bread pocket with a filling consisting of beef, cabbage or sauerkraut, onions and seasonings.
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Ingredients
2 pounds ground beef
1 can cream of mushroom soup
2 cans ready to bake crescent rolls
1 package (about 8 slices) Swiss cheese
1 head cabbage, finely shredded
1 medium onion, diced
Instructions
Grease a 9 x 13 inch pan. Cover the bottom of the pan with 1 package of crescent rolls.
Brown ground beef with cabbage and onions. Drain grease from ground beef.
Combine ground beef, cabbage and onion with cream of mushroom soup.
Pour over crescent rolls.
Layer top of ground beef mixture with Swiss cheese.
Open second can of crescent rolls and layer over top of Swiss cheese, trying to cover all the cheese, so the cheese does not become browned during baking.
The sirens blare all throughout the ship as the emergency lights flare up crimson red and flash so brilliantly it could give even the blind a headache. I grumble to myself, not for the first time, that perhaps rather than focusing on building such an elaborate panic system, the amare ships could focus on maybe making a design that wasn’t infiltratable?The amare to my right moves his humanoid figure to glance in my direction, and I can tell without looking that he’s got his eyebrows raised at me, probably wondering what I dared mutter under my breath.“I was wondering if the guards have managed to catch the intruder yet,” I offer before he gets a chance to ask. In response, he grunts, and I can tell just by the warbling notes that the answer to my question is still no. The amare glides away from me towards the screens to join my mother, who is currently occupied with chastising the control men for letting such a grievous error occur on the fleet’s lead ship of all places.Of course, how could they know that the intruder the guards are trying to find is, in fact, one of the guards? My mother’s arms start to glow mahogany, symbolizing her frustration, which I felt was a tad excessive considering that all four of her eyes were glaring and her mouth was set into its thin-lipped position of doom. It’s an infamous expression of hers, as those on the outlying systems of the galaxy say that those who incur the Queen’s wrath have to retire from their regal positions and become farmers just to rid themselves of their newfound anxieties.It’s just a rumor.Probably.One of the guards enters the command center and makes the mistake of telling the amarean rulers that the intruder has somehow managed to evade all search groups and is only about an estimated thirteen quaarsects away from breaking into this very area. The queen, of course, is very angry to hear this and decrees that the royal family is to be ushered towards the safe rooms until the threat is contained. My reactionary smile elicits no alarm; to any of the onlookers, it may seem only as if I’m relieved to be taken out of the supposed sphere of danger. But in truth, this is exactly where the “intruder” will be heading us off. Everything seems to be going according to plan.Let’s get this straight:I’m the Amarean Princess of the Evenor Galaxy. (I’m not trying to brag; it’s just simple fact).Our intruder is one of the odiums, our sworn enemies, who is currently posing as one of our palace guards.By race, and by class, this odium is my enemy.
She’s also my girlfriend.
My family races down corridors on the starboard side of the spaceship, my mother muttering as we go that this was supposed to be a fun, carefree, simple family vacation into the neighboring sector. My father grunts his condolences to her and she swats his arm with a hand. “When we return home, deary, I’ll be firing all of the guards and pilots. They’re incompetent, all of them.” Mother’s arms surge again in mahogany. “I never should have let you do the important decision making,” she curses.
Father grunts to tell her that she looks lovely today.
She doesn’t get a chance to respond, however, when the guards surrounding us come to a sudden halt and draw out their Atomic Meson Desecrators, each aiming them at something unseen through the haze of stocky bodies and glowing arms. There’s really only one thing–or rather, one person–it could be though.
Mother’s arms glow neon in a surge of frustration. “How did they know we’d come this way?” She stomps her feet and even tries grabbing a Desecrator from one of the guards. “Impossible!”
Some of the guards shout at the figure beyond us to surrender, and even the queen calms down enough to see what the intruder does.
And the answer is: nothing. (Because it’s a hologram, but of course they wouldn’t know that.)
I can tell, because the guards start advancing slowly and warily, warning the creature to take their advice and just surrender already. Even my parents start to creep forward, flickers of curious orange dancing on their elbows.
A sudden gust of wind from directly behind me tousles my flowing sleeves and hair and would have startled me more if I didn’t know it was coming. “Don’t forget your lines,” a voice like dewberries on the melting fruit blocks of Cavarst sounds behind me. Elation and adrenaline flood my systems, turning my colors from a calmer green to bright, bright pink. In the few quaarsects I have left, I channel my emotions by focusing on a single thought–the idea of my parents, and the whole galaxy really, to discover the truth: that I’m dating an odium, and I like it.
The embarrassing shades of pink morph into an alarming yellow reserved only for moments of panic, and I summon forth a scream that even the renowned performers of Quada’ar would envy. In unison, every amare in the corridor glides abruptly to see what caused such a sound to come from me, and the colors of the amare switch from a spike of frightful brown to yellows, like my own.
Like two actors trust the other lead to fulfill their part of the role, I don’t bother to turn around and check that my supposed captor is holding an Atomic Meson Desecrator against my side. An arm wraps swiftly around my neck, cutting off the scream from the depths of my throat. My own hands raise towards it instinctively and claw away at it but to no avail. I can see out of the corner of my right eyes that in the hand attached to this arm is an Ectoplasmic Flash-Shifter: the handheld equivalent of a full-scale transporter. I register the mounting panic in the eight collective eyes of my parents as they identify the gadget at the same moment that the guards do.
“I’ll be taking her with me,” the voice from before growls with menace, before activating the Ectoplasmic Flash-Shifter. The last thing I see before I close my eyes is the hand of my mother grabbing my father’s fearfully, as she screams at the guards to do something.
I blink, and when light filters in again I find myself on an entirely different ship. Through one of the gaping windows, I can see the faint outline of the royal fleet, though it’s hard to identify as a consistent flow of asteroids float past the hull. We must be attached to one of them, I guess, so that the fleet’s radars don’t notice us.
“Make yourself at home,” my captor jokes, tossing the Desecrator into a bin labeled props. She’s a bit on the taller side, dressed in the uniform of the amarean guards. As she morphs back into her natural skin she loses the look of one of my kind, replacing the flowing colors with pale arms and the second pair of eyes for impressively long eyelashes, which she then proceeds to bat excessively in my direction. I laugh.
“I think today’s performance was encore-worthy, no?” She smirks at my comment before inclining her head towards one of the doors. We walk side-by-side, catching up on each other’s latest endeavors, deciding what royal official she’ll go undercover as next, debating whether or not I should be returned with a ransom or escape all on my own–all perfectly normal things to discuss with your enemy-turned-girlfriend.
We spill out into a dining hall, where in floating mists of liquid nitrogen, small eddies caused the droplets to swirl about in a dance known only to them. Large fronds and flowers were doted lovingly upon by insects undoubtedly purchased from the exotic markets of Frundrum. At an oddly shaped table, morphed into such a pattern that it arguably had no definitive shape sat at all a tall, wiry looking humanoid, whose head perked up at the sound of us entering the space.
“Good morning!” he called, for in odium culture days are nonexistent and their preferred “time of day” is the morning. “It’s good to see you again, Kay,” he says to me, using my nickname, for amarean names are depressingly long and are rather a headache for any other species to say. He motioned towards the seats irregularly spaced around the table, and we sit down. After offering us a few breakfast delicacies the man relaxes back to eat what’s been placed before him.
My captor reaches with a glass into the air and catches a bit of liquid nitrogen inside. “Will Mom be able to make brunch today?”
“I’m afraid not, Eva,” my potential father-in-law responds as Eva takes a sip of liquid nitrogen.
For odiums, if a name is longer than three syllables then it’s not the name of an odium, and really if anything in their lives gets too complicated they no longer consider themselves odium. Sometimes when I’m with my girlfriend’s family, I can’t help but think that if my mother tried the detoxing approach that they did, perhaps she wouldn’t be so uptight all the time. My mother, calm? The thought is almost laughable.
Eva’s father pauses between bites of intergalactic scrambled eggs to look at me. “And dear Kay,” he journeys, in that ever-calm tone of his, “I was wondering what time your parents would like you home by?”
I share a look with Eva. “Well, if we’re doing a ransom,” she starts, “then maybe–”
“Sometime after lunch?” I finish.
The other odium at the table wipes his fingers serenely on his napkin. “That’s fine by me,” he tells us. “Have you two made any extravagant plans for today?”
“Not this time,” I say, peering out of the window at the fleet and imagining what sort of chaos is ensuing at this very moment.
“That does remind me though,” my girlfriend announces, redirecting my attention. “I heard that there’s to be a new play on Quada’ar starting shortly if you’re interested. Opening night is said to be several days from now. This Saturday, I believe.”
I smile, thinking of what sort of scenario we’ll think up next to whisk me away for several hundred quaarsects. Something crazy, I’m sure.
“This Saturday, you said? Then it’s a date
I have been meeting more and more Americans abroad who permanently left the U.S. and told me it was the best thing they did, and that they never want to go back. Why is that so? Is it due to the POTUS?
Originally Answered: I have been meeting more and more Americans abroad who permanently left the U.S. and told me it was the best thing they did, or that they never want to go back. Why is that so, is it due to POTUS?
In 1997 My 44 yo wife died of cancer.
She had the best insurance money could buy.
While she was being treated, Chemo and radiation her renewal date came up and they cancelled her policy.
I lost everything I had worked for and decided to look elsewhere.
I got on a strangers sailboat and months later wound up in New Zealand from Seattle.
I have never entertained the idea of returning.
I have lived around the world and my eyes are wide open. Something that cannot happen by no travel.
I have found a lot of what Americans long for.
Lower taxes, totally freemedical for life, a safe country, no guns, no enemies and a most beautiful place tolive.
Not lacking in anything.
My town is 50% white and 50% Maoriand others.
no racial issues.
The quality of life is unsurpassed.
A govt that listens to it’s people. My only regret is not leaving 20 yrs earlier.
Comanche Women | More BRUTAL than the Men
Do you think Malaysia should adopt a different approach to the South China Sea dispute than Vietnam or the Philippines?
Look, the SCS spat has negligible economic value for all claimants, especially in light of the annual trade and investment the peace dividend engender.
That is not a contentious point of view.
The largest natural feature in the SCS is Taiping island, and has been continuously occupied by Taiwanese military way before the current troubles began.
The United States based troops on Taiwan, and recognized and supported Taiwan’s claims in the SCS until 1978, when it began the strategic withdrawal as part of the terms agreed with Beijing.
Not surprisingly, China flying a different flag is suddenly painted as the illegitimate bully making forceful, illegal claims without merit.
Taiping island therefore becomes an embarrassing contradiction in the department of state’s narrative. According to some, President Tsai was forced to cancel her trip under American pressure this year, an important tradition for departing presidents at term end.
Malaysia gains little strategic or economic advantage with ownership of the SCS features. There is no benefit starting an unnecessary quarrel with China, not when the scope for cooperation is a mile-long list.
The Philippines is pursuing a different agenda centered around big daddy. The longer this confrontation goes on, the more trade and investment will be affected.
Vietnam’s interest is strategic. As long as they don’t overreach, it should be manageable.
What are some of the most famous regrets ever?
A photo that absolutely haunts me is the photo below of Leni Riefenstahl, a famous movie director from Germany. Riefenstahl’s stylistic movie making skills had helped the Nazis make excellent propaganda for a few years, but Riefenstahl had been largely insulated from the brutality of their reign — she just made some nice films, attended red carpet events and dined with the high and mighty at their most charming. Everything changed in September 1939 when Germany invaded Poland and Riefenstahl decided to be a war correspondent…
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A German officer later relayed the story of the photo above. He said there was a group of Jewish Poles gathered in a square. Riefenstahl was shooting scenes and asked the soldiers to “remove the people from the square” so she could capture the square and the soldiers better… the officer to which Riefenstahl gave the command, relayed it to his men thus: “Riefenstahl says, get rid of the Jews!” And the soldiers nodded, aimed their rifles and opened fire on them. They gunned down the Jews in front of the frightened director…
The moment was captured on camera by an assistent. Leni Riefenstahl, on September 12, 1939, coming to terms with what the Nazis were really all about. She later tried to sanitize the events in her memoirs, in which she pretended she tried to intervene and was threatened with death after. Looking at the photo I don’t see brave intervention — just a woman, frozen in mortal terror as she is forced to watch the consequences of the propaganda she helped make.
Legally what will happen to a captain that abandons his ship, leaving everyone else to fend for themselves?
As with everything in this world, it depends.
Let’s take two real world examples, the Costa Concordia and the Oceanos.
In both cases the captains evacuated themselves from their ships while many passengers were still onboard.
In the famous case of the Costa Concordia, Captain Francesco Schettino famously left his ship aboard a launch and headed for shore despite being repeatedly warned to return to his ship by radio from a coast guard unit responding to the sinking.
He didn’t. He went to shore and was seen wringing out his wet socks as rescuers struggled to get passengers out of the water and safely to shore.
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He was nicknamed ‘Captain Coward’ by the press for his inactions and seeming lack of concern for those under his care.
He was ultimately charged with a variety of crimes, among them ‘abandoning a ship with passengers.’ He ended up being sentenced to 16 years for all the crimes which also included multiple manslaughters, causing a maritime accident, and lack of cooperation with rescue operations.
The other sinking was the passenger ship Oceanos. This French ship got caught in extremely bad weather and some rogue waves tore off a water inlet beneath the ship. Normally watertight compartments would prevent total sinking but uncompleted work left an uncapped open 4″ water pipe to let flooding water out of the compartment and into the rest of the ship.
Captain Yiannis Avranas and his crew never announced an emergency. As something was obviously wrong, entertainers and other passengers made their way to an empty bridge. One of the entertainers, Moss Hills, got on the radio and broadcast the first Mayday calls!
Captain Avranas and most of his entire command staff left the boat with many crew following, virtually abandoning the passengers.
The entertainers aboard the ship took over crew duties and managed to get all the passengers either into life boats or lifted off the deck by helicopter to safety.
Captain Avranas even had the audacity to call the ship and ask how the evacuation was going!!!
The captain was later quoted as saying, “When I order abandon the ship, it doesn’t matter what time I leave. Abandon is for everybody. If some people like to stay, they can stay.”
A Greek board of inquiry found Avranas and four officers negligent in their handling of the disaster, but he was never incarcerated, and his company, Epirotiki, gave him command of another ferry until his retirement.
What’s the shadiest tactic you’ve witnessed HR use at your job?
A company where I worked in the ’80s and ’90s had a policy of organizing all the employees into teams. If someone wanted to change jobs within the company they had to get the approval of both the team they were leaving and the team they would be joining.
A woman who was well-known as an excellent worker wanted to move to another, better job within the company. Everyone expected that she would have no difficulty since she had such a good reputation. Her team got together to do an evaluation of her, and everyone gave her glowing recommendations. They said they would be sorry to lose her, but that she had worked hard and learned a lot and deserved to get a promotion. Her new team also was impressed with her accomplishments and her reputation, and said they’d be glad to have her working with them.
So everyone was shocked to find that HR had denied her transfer. When questioned they said that her team’s evaluations had been TOO good, that no one was perfect and the evaluations couldn’t have been honest. However, they agreed to let her team do the evaluations over. The second time around, each person tried to come up with some criticism, but all they could think of were little things like “Sometimes her perfume is a little strong” or “Once a couple of years ago she was a few minutes late when she had a flat tire.” The result? HR denied her transfer AGAIN because there were too many negative comments!
This was too much! The team leaders from both her old team and the team she wanted to join went to upper management and insisted that she be given the transfer. No one else knew the details of what happened after that, but HR reversed their decision and she got the transfer.
During our “van days”; that period of time in between the discharge from the US Navy and when I was picked up with MAJestic…
…we were living in a van, working as a cook in San Louis Obispo, California and just doing the best we could with the little that we had.
And during that time, we lived in a broken down van; inoperable, dead, and even the door locks didn’t work. We climbed in and out though the sunroof. It was parked in a the tail end of the church parking lot. And so life moved on. We would exit the van, walk to work and walk back. It was tough, but we managed.
It was a time of great frustration, but of greater hope.
THis was years before the mass layoffs that gave all of America a taste of what a layoff actually was. And so, we were surrounded by “know it alls” who had no sympathy for us, as we plodded on.
One day, as we were walking to and from the van, we noticed another overloaded station wagon (late model and older) with tons of gear piled on its roof. So we kept on our walk and some of the guys offered us some marijuana.
Normally we wouldn’t take, but they looked like they were from Jamaica (they were) and so we chatted and hit some of their ganja. The group was The Wailers. Though, at that time, Bob Marley wasn’t with them.
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They were fine and we had many a rambling and insightful conversation; that unfortunately I have long forgotten. *sigh*
They gave us free tickets to their concert, but we were too stoned. We thanked them, as they were starting to set up at the pavilion. Instead, we just smiled and just walked back to our van.
And that is the story of how my wife and I met The Wailers. Just some travelers just like us. When you get off the beaten track you will meet all kinds of people. And you will have all kinds of experiences.
Today…
Bob Marley & The Wailers – Jamming
Why do Hong Kong people not fight back when they are discriminated against in the UK?
Hong Kong separatists suffer racial discrimination in the UK, but for them, the nightmare does not come from Anglo-Saxon racism, but from the actions of the Tiandihui (also known as the Hongmen) to punish Chinese traitors.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiandihui
Chinese abroad often rely on 3 kinds of civil society organizations for help: clan associations, hometown associations, and the Tiandihui.
Chinese embassies and consulates abroad are official institutions of the Chinese government overseas. They usually coordinate with government departments in the host countries through diplomatic means and are unlikely to intervene in private affairs.
Without the help of civil society organizations, overseas Chinese would not be able to gain a foothold in Chinatown.
The Tiandihui was founded by Ming loyalists in the early Qing dynasty to resist the Manchu invasion of China. This is an ancient organization that is still in operation today and it has become a multinational organization that also has branches in the UK.
Tiandihui members worldwide continue to observe certain common traditions: they all stress their patriotic origin; they all revere Lord Guan, a deified historic Chinese figure who embodies righteousness, patriotism, and loyalty; and they all share certain rituals and traditions such as the concept of brotherhood and a secret handshake.
Chinese Traitors in the UK are also divided into different levels:
Taiwan separatists have higher emotional intelligence. Although they are Chinese traitors, they will not show it on the surface.
Hong Kong separatists are 100% slaves of Anglo-Saxons. Even if Anglo-Saxons fart, they think it smells good.
Of course, Taiwan independence elements and Hong Kong independence elements are of no use. They only dare to be rebellious at home and remain calm abroad.
Tiandihui is a secret civil organization with many branches and complex structure, and does not conduct public activities.
Don’t expect the inefficient British police to protect Chinese traitors; they just need to accept their punishment honestly.
Dried Beef Casserole
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Ingredients
2 cups dry macaroni, uncooked
2 cans cream of mushroom soup
2 cups milk
2 cups grated cheddar cheese
6 tablespoons Durkee’s French fried onions
10 ounces dried beef, chopped
5 hard boiled eggs, sliced
Instructions
Combine soup and milk and stir until creamy, then add remaining ingredients except eggs. Mix well, then fold in eggs.
Cover tightly, and refrigerate overnight.
Bake uncovered for 1 hour at 350 degrees F.
If desired, add more onion rings to top ten minutes before removing from oven.
BREAKING NEWS: ISRAEL SEIZES CRYPTO-CURRENCIES OF **ALL** PALESTINIANS – – – TERRORISM
Israel has ORDERED the crypto-exchange “Binance” to SEIZE the crypto-currencies of all Palestinians pursuant to Israeli Terrorism Law!!!!!
Israel did this by declaring the Dubai Exchange Company in the Gaza Strip, which is the only lawful crypto-currency entity allowed to operate in the Gaza Strip, to be a “terrorist organization.”
All Palestinians were required to use the Dubai Exchange Company for all their crypto-currency transactions.
Since the Israeli government declared the Dubai Exchange itself to be a “terrorist organization” all the money transferred by or through that company is then considered to be the property of the “terrorist organization” and thus subject to being seized!
Palestinians have APPEALED this mass seizure. Those Appeals are ALL being denied.
The DENIAL letter appears below in original Hebrew language, which has been machine-translated as follows:
BEGIN MACHINE TRANSLATION:
“In accordance with the authority delegated to me by the Minister of Defense, according to Section 61(a) of the Law on Combating Terrorism, 556- 2016 (hereinafter: “The Law on the Fight against Terrorism”) and further to your application as a reference, I would like to inform you that your claims against Seizure of property by virtue of an administrative seizure order (T56/23) signed by the Minister of Defense on November 1, 2023, by virtue of his authority according to the law, were examined by and rejected for the following reasons:
1. Section 56(b) of the Anti-Terrorism Law states, among other things, that the Minister of Defense may issue an order on Temporary seizure of property of a declared terrorist organization, as well as seizure of property that was used to commit a crime Serious terrorism or property where a serious terrorist offense was committed.
2. At the basis of the administrative seizure order (Tt56/23) is reliable intelligence information that teaches that wallets of cryptocurrencies, including one that is registered in your name, funds have been transferred by an organization — the declared terrorism of the Dubai Exchange Company in the Gaza Strip (declared on March 7, 2022, published in the 10084 p. 2505 on 4.4.2022.
3. According to the anti-terrorism law, cryptographic currencies that have been transferred by a declared terrorist organization constitute property of a declared terrorist organization and cryptocurrency wallets to which it has been transferred. Said property constitutes property that was directly used to commit a serious terrorist offense of providing a service or Establishing measures for a terrorist organization, as defined in the Law on Combating Terrorism, and therefore in accordance with the instructions The law allows the Minister of Defense to order their seizure by administrative order in preparation for their confiscation.
4. In light of the above, and if nothing is found in your claims to contradict the information that formed the basis of issuing an order The seizure, I intend to recommend to the Minister of Defense to order the confiscation of the property for which the seizure order was issued, In accordance with the authority of the Minister of Defense according to section 66(a) of the law.
5. According to the provisions of the Anti-Terrorism Law, an appeal against this decision will be submitted as a petition to the Court of Matters administrative.
END MACHINE TRANSLATION —–
So the Israelis are considering ALL Palestinian crypto-currencies to be “terrorism” because they all went through the only lawful crypto exchange in the Gaza Strip, and Israel has now seized all that crypto-currency from the wallets of the people who sent it or received it. Whether that person was a “terrorist” or not, does not matter because the crypto-exchange itself was declared a “terrorist organization.”
Any of you who have Crypto-currencies, being held in a wallet that can be accessed by any exchange, should dump that crypto-currency absolutely immediately and get your money. What Israel has just shown is that they (or any other government) can simply make a declaration that the Exchange itself is a “terrorist organization” then grab all the crypto wallets that have ever been used via that exchange!
You would lose all your crypto, and automatically be considered to be “related to terrorist activities” with the stroke of a pen by some government lackey.
Remember this, too, when they start trying to get you to use “Central Bank Digital Currency.” They could do the exact same thing with that! You would find yourself cut off from all money. Try “appealing” anything when all the cash (you no longer have) is only “digital” and they just grabbed it all!
Today, as you scan your regular “news” sources, see if there is any reporting at all about this?
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Parenting Gone Wrong: Spoiled Child Leads Family to Deadly Consequences At A Hotpot Restaurant
Have you ever caught a mechanic lying about a repair they claimed to have done to your car? What happened?
We recently bought out my wife’s company car, a Subaru Legacy, which we got a great deal on. Shortly before, while the car was still owned by fleet, we had taken the car in to the dealership for an oil change. This was before it got warm enough to need the air conditioner. Along comes summer and we notice the AC isn’t putting out cold air. I pop the hood and notice the wires to the compressor have been cut. I took a number of pictures from various angles and took the car back to the dealership and acted stupid, as if I had no idea why the AC was suddenly not working. An hour later they called to let me know they discovered that the wires had been chewed through, probably by a rat and said the entire wiring harness needed to be replaced at a cost of somewhere around $400–600. I lost my cool and told them they were lying to me and said it was obvious the wires had been cut. The service manager then told me they had found evidence of a rat’s nest under the hood. I told him I had taken a number of pictures of the engine compartment and that I had not seen any evidence of any rodent and said the wires were cut far too clean for them to have been chewed through and that it was pretty obvious this had been done when the car had last been in for service.
Thankfully my wife had a good relationship with the fleet manager and called him and asked for advice. He said to give us an hour and he’d get back to us. The dealership reached out shortly afterward and said they would be taking care of the damage at no charge to us. Apparently the fleet manager told them it seemed as though they were trying to take advantage of the fact that it was a fleet car (as it would have been had we not bought it out), had likely cut the wires expecting the fleet would be covering the repair bill (as they would have done had the car still been a fleet vehicle) and he was prepared to recommend blacklisting Subaru over their actions.
We will never take our car back to Carter Subaru in Shoreline (Seattle) again. Clearly they’re not to be trusted.
** Update: This answer must’ve recently been included in a digest email because it’s received a lot of attention. I figured I should probably update it with a couple of pictures I took before bringing the car in to the dealership. It clearly shows evidence of the “rat” that chewed, err, sliced through the wiring harness.
Which country has better fighters than the US? Are Russia or China known for having strong fighters?
Regarding the gap between fighter jets of China, the United States and Russia, the most appropriate objects of comparison are the three heavy stealth fighters: J-20, F22 and Su-57.
If we rank the number of the three types of heavy aircraft: J-20>F22>Su-57.
J-20, 100 new aircraft are produced every year
F22 has been discontinued for a long time, with only about 180 in total.
Su-57, no more than 10 are produced every year.
The combat effectiveness of the three heavy aircraft is ranked as follows: J-20>F22>Su-57.
The performance indicators of the fifth-generation fighter jets should be in order of importance:
Super perception (including informationization and intelligence): The maximum detection range of the F22 airborne radar is 250 kilometers, and the maximum detection range of the J-20 airborne radar is 300 kilometers.
Stealth: The J20 is more delicate than the F22. The J20 can adapt to various environments, whether it is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau or the western desert. The J20 only needs an ordinary hangar to be deployed, unlike the F22, which needs a constant temperature hangar for maintenance. Finally, regarding the Su-57, I think if the Su-57 is optimized, the stealth performance still has a lot of room for improvement.
Supercruise and supersonic maneuverability: The F22 should be the one with the best supercruise capability at present because of its engine advantage, but the J-20’s supersonic optimization is the most thorough. After replacing the new engine, its supercruise and supersonic maneuverability will far surpass the F22.
Multi-purpose performance (including payload range): Theoretically, the multi-purpose performance of Su-57 should be the strongest, its bomb bay is deeper, and the front and rear columns are also convenient for arranging large missiles. Compared with the F22, the J-20 has a longer fuselage, larger fuel capacity, and a larger bomb bay, so its range and multi-purpose performance are greater than those of the F22. The comprehensive comparison is Su-57>J-20>F 22.
Subsonic maneuverability (including supersonic maneuverability, also known as super-stall maneuverability): This is the most controversial issue at present. The domestically produced Taihang improved engine currently installed on the J-20 is only a transitional version of the WS-15 engine. Its thrust is barely enough for the J-20, so its over-stall maneuverability is definitely not as good as that of the F22 and Su-57. However, with the advent and deployment of the WS-15 engine, these problems will be solved.
The US military itself knows very well that they are losing their air superiority!
Young Connecticut Man Will Only Give His GF A “Symbolic Wedding” To Safeguard His Hard Earned Wealth
Interesting. Phew! What a crazy life.
Good Job
One day, while I was working upstairs in my office, my German Shepherd came upstairs, stood in my office doorway barking at me.
Then he walked over to the top of the staircase barking as he looked down the stairs. He lifted his head, looked towards me and continued barking.
He walked back and stood in the office doorway again looking at me, barking.
He did this repeatedly for a few minutes while I worked. It became obvious he wanted me to follow him downstairs. I got up and asked him, “What’s the matter?”
As soon as I asked this our house began to shake.
Everything on my walls and shelves were rattling.
I did not understand exactly what was happening, but we both ran down the stairs while I yelled, “Let’s get the hell out of here!”
We got outside and I felt the ground moving.
Then it stopped.
We had just experienced an earthquake. They are practically nonexistent in our region. Somehow, my boy knew it was coming and came upstairs to warn me.
He did many intelligent things in his lifetime, but that was the most amazing.
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Brutal.
Ukraine Develops ‘Its Own’ Cruise Missile
On the Ukrainian independence day former President Zelenski announced that Ukraine’s forces would soon use a “rocket driven drone”:
On 24 August, during the Saturday ceremonies for Ukraine’s Independence Day, Volodymyr Zelensky stated that today, Ukrainian forces for the first time targeted enemy troops with a new long-range drone.- This is our new method of retaliating against the aggressor. The enemy was hit. Thank you to everyone who made this possible. All the developers, manufacturers, and our soldiers. I am proud of you, Zelensky said during his speech, quoted by the Ukrainska Pravda portal.
The rocket-drone system, produced indigenously by Ukraine and gracefully named “Paljanica” (like the traditional Ukrainian wheat flour bread, which symbolizes hospitality and happiness), is a military innovation. During the official ceremonies, Zelensky stressed that it is a weapon of a “completely new class”. He emphasized that “it is difficult to counteract it, but very easy to understand why.”
The work on the rocket-drone was carried out in secrecy.
Zelenski published a video that shows a second of the cruise missile in flight.
This is not a drone but a turbojet driven cruise missile. Ukraine announced that it has been tested and could be used soon:
Defense Minister Rustem Umerov promised Monday the weapon would be used again soon in response to the overnight attack on Ukraine.“Ukraine is preparing its response. Weapons of its own production,” he wrote on his Facebook page. “This once again proves that for victory, we need long-range capabilities and the lifting of restrictions on strikes on the enemy’s military facilities.”
A Ukrainian military video hinted that its range is up to 700 kilometers (430 miles) — on par with the U.S.-supplied ATACMS. It showed a map with various airfields, including Russia’s Savasleyka air base, which lies within that range, adding that the Palianytsia can reach at least 20 Russian airfields.
Russia has expected longer range missile strikes for some time and its defenses are positioned appropriately. Another Ukrainian ‘wonder weapon’ will not impress it. Ukraine claims that the cruise missile was developed by itself:
One of the specialists involved in the long-range missile project said it was “a completely new development, from scratch” that began about 18 months ago.“This is not an extension of an old Soviet project,” said the specialist, speaking on condition of anonymity to safeguard the project’s secrecy. The missile has a solid-fuel booster that accelerates it, followed by a jet engine, the specialist said.
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The specialist and Fedorov said each missile costs less than $1 million, and the military is turning to the private sector to bring down production costs further. “The private market generates solutions incredibly quickly,” the minister said.
I doubt that Ukraine has created its own cruise missile. There are too many parts of such systems, especially the navigation and targeting modules, that need high end solutions to be able to counter Russian electronic warfare measures and to deceive Russian air defenses. It expect that these will be derivatives from western projects.
Aside from that all Ukraine’s weapon and especially missile manufacturing facilities have been hit several times by Russian missiles. This morning a new large missile and drone attack again hit “the critical power infrastructure of Ukrainian defence industry”. Next to other infrastructure today’s strike damaged three irreplaceable 750 kilovolt transformer stations and several 330 kv stations.
The new Ukrainian cruise missile was probably designed by the U.S. or UK and its various modules will likely be assembled in Poland instead of Ukraine. Still, it will be a hassle to produce many of these. That is likely the reason why the Ukrainian leadership is begging daily to allow it to use long range missiles produced by the U.S. or Britain to hit targets within Russia.
So far the U.S. has blocked such moves because it fears retaliation by Russia. Russia has threatened to deliver such weapons from Russian production to U.S. enemies should the U.S. proceed and allow Ukraine to hit with U.S. weapons within Russia.
A “Ukrainian” cruise missile would of course eliminate that problem.
What happened in your office that became the stuff of legend?
We were getting calls from a lot of vendors about past due invoices – for MONTHS. This was so weird as our branch was doing very well and we just could not figure out why our vendors weren’t being paid. Invoices were posted in the AP and this should not have been happening. It got so bad that one of our major suppliers wouldn’t provide any more material until they were paid. This was bad – we had a MAJOR project going that we could not not have material.
We had what was called an Imprest Checking Account. We had a checkbook and could write checks for things like permits, licenses, etc. The cap per check was $500.00 with a monthly “allowance of around $3,000.00 per branch.
To avoid credit hold that month, our Branch Manager told the office manager to write a check for $30,000.00. Done and delivered, material is on the job site. Got a call from HQ/Co. President telling us we did a bad thing and not to do it again because overdraft fees.
Our AP admin decided to do some investigating. Holy carp – we were going gangbusters and collecting a lot of money every month but almost ALL of our AP was aging towards or past 120 days. So she looked in to the HQ office. Gee, all of their bills were being paid on time. So she took this info to the BM who called HQ and read them the riot act.
Next month, same drill – no material from the vendor for the project until they were paid. BM directed AP admin to write a check for $60,000.00.
A week later, same phone call from HQ President. BM invited us admins in to his office and put him on speaker so we could listen. Pres. was yelling and screaming at BM who just sat, calmly, nodding and listening. Pres ended his tirade with “What do you have to say?!” BM, very calmly, replied “Pay our fuickin’ bills.” Silence on the other end followed by unintelligible grumbling and a click. BM just sat there and smiled at the phone and the three of us were in awe. That man, our Branch Manager, was a legend.
After that, our bills were paid on time. I still tell that story and am still in awe of, perhaps, the best boss I ever had.
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The term “relationship” has taken on new meaning these days. Not judging, but it is a bit of a shock to my 1960 era sensibilities.
How do you view the popularity of “Black Myth: Wukong” and the spread of Chinese culture?
Black Myth: Wukong” has shattered multiple global gaming records on its first day of release. As of 10 PM last night, it reached over 2.22 million concurrent players on Steam, topping the Steam concurrent player chart and setting a new record for single-player games. Additionally, “Black Myth: Wukong” has been the best-selling game on Steam globally for the past week, sweeping the charts in 12 regions including the United States, Singapore, Canada, and Italy.
“Black Myth: Wukong” sold over 3 million copies on Steam alone yesterday, and with sales on Epic, WeGame, and PS5 combined, the total surpasses 4.5 million copies, generating over 1.5 billion yuan in revenue. This figure is hundreds of times higher than the pre-sales of previous domestic single-player games (which typically reached around 100.
To be honest, no domestic single-player game has ever demonstrated such a terrifying dominance. Changcheng Securities even predicts that “Black Myth: Wukong” could catch up with top-tier games like “Elden Ring” and “Dark Souls” in terms of sales.
This is not blind optimism. With over 4.5 million copies sold in a single day and total sales exceeding 1.5 billion yuan, “Black Myth: Wukong” has set a new benchmark. For comparison, “Cyberpunk 2077” had 8 million pre-orders upon its release in 2020, and “The Last of Us Part II,” the 2020 TGA Game of the Year, sold 4 million copies in its first week. Moreover, “Black Myth: Wukong” reached 1 million concurrent players within 60 minutes, surpassing “Cyberpunk 2077.
“Black Myth: Wukong” is rich in traditional Chinese cultural elements, even featuring傩面 (nuò miàn,傩 masks).
Black Myth: Wukong” represents a significant milestone in the global dissemination of Chinese culture, offering a visually stunning and culturally rich gaming experience that has captured the attention of audiences worldwide. By examining the game’s portrayal of Chinese mythology, its impact on the global gaming industry, and its potential to foster cultural exchange, we can gain a deeper understanding of the role of video games in shaping cultural perceptions.
How will I survive prison being a 48-year-old male? I am awaiting sentencing in less than 23 days and I am facing up to 9 years in total in feds. How will I survived having ever been in prison before?
All right, sit down and listen. Jim Van Derlin wrote 10 things. do not forget any of it. Great stuff. Now, I was like 58 going into a Fed prison. I did time in 4 prisons including the Penitentiary at Victorville, CA and finished out my time at FCI Tucson, a medium-high that was rated as High due to it being a transfer point/holding site. Os some shit like that.
So, 9 years. Make amends. Payoff any debts you can. Say goodbye. Sell your car, cancel everything you can, your family won’t need it. If you have family, you will need to connect like never before because IF you get visits, they are hard. I didn’t even want my family coming to fucking prison. The penitentiary is surrounded by a 40′ wall lined with piles of razor wire. The inmates all look like they would eat your face just to stay busy. So you don’t think I’m insulting anyone, a big dude once asked me why I looked so mean, while we were in the visiting room. I think his daughter got scared. I was like ‘bro, you’re 6’9″, 325 pounds and have a face only a mother could love and you think I’m mean looking?
Before this fiasco, a speeding ticket ruined my month. I was not from the hood, I was not connected nor was I a fighting machine. So to reiterate a few comments from Jim, unless you want your asshole the size of a cucumber, DO NOT DO ANYTHING that causes you to owe money. $5 past due, a few homies come by, you no gots??? You trade for sex. It won’t necessarily be your choice. If Someone wants to give you a hit on a smoke, or a joint, DO NOT take it. Do not be surprised that the hit you took went on your tab. Yeah, the tab you didn’t know you had.
Respect others. Expect it back. If something goes sideways and nasty talk starts, you have about 10–12 seconds. If the other dude calms, let it rest. If he ain’t calm, expect an attack immediately. You will never argue more than 15 seconds before the shit flies! Be ready and swing back.
Carry yourself with confidence, but not arrogance. you can nod or a small half smile of acknowledgement to peeps you know from other races but do NOT think you can walk up and join a convo with another race. you’ll be sorry with a quick lesson.
My advice, do not be friends with the first guys that approach you. They will be conning you out of something. Hopefully, your bunkie or a guy from a close cell walks you down to the chow hall. Listen, answer questions honestly, and do not try to be someone you are not. Take it slowly. Be friend-LY with people but it takes months before you should trust or rely on others.
After the mental meltdown of the admitting process and the first few days of living in a parallel universe, you will start to go through your life. There is little you can do inside. I’m still married, somehow. Don’t expect to be. If you are and she waits, you are blessed.
I made it through my whole sentence until the last year. Something happened, I had years of being fed up. I started yelling about something. There were a couple of COs close by. The boys I was pissed at didn’t like being barked at in front of others. An hour later I got a visit at my locker. 5 dudes. A little talking, a little pushing. I counted and got to 11. I knew this was it. Early on in my sentence, I had decided that if I ever got hit by a group, it was gonna hurt. So I figured, I’m going to concentrate my “love and attention” on 1 guy. I wanted at least one dude besides me to walk with a limp, or a hanging arm, or a fucked up face! You’ll be in pain, but make 1 guy remember you. Word gets around.
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Tit 4 tat.
A HK story
So I rung my uncle in Hong Kong because I heard he had a fall recently.
He has to sit in a wheelchair for a while but he was in good spirits.
He was almost gleeful to share about Nathan Law’s recent travails.
Apparently, the white masters are cutting him loose and he is in a bit of a bind financially. His family and supporters are in trouble for sending him money. His mum even lost the subsidized housing unit due to rent arrears.
He wants Nathan to come back and face the music so the family don’t have to.
But he knows that is wishful thinking, because the man is a “chickenshit coward”. His original description is a little too colorful to print here.
He hates the leaders of the 2019 riots because his little side business went under during the mayhem, and incurred a tidy loss.
I don’t blame him.
I wish him a speedy recovery.
Why is China lagging behind India while its GDP is higher than India’s?
It’s commonly believed that India’s potential could soon eclipse China’s, but the real story is quite the opposite. While India’s GDP figures are catching eyes, China’s strategic investments in high-value sectors show that it is leagues ahead in sustainable economic growth.
You see, China isn’t just about huge GDP numbers. It’s about how they’ve managed to turn those numbers into substantial value through smart, forward-thinking strategies. Decades ago, China’s economy heavily relied on exporting low-margin goods. But today, the game has changed. China now focuses on high-tech manufacturing and mastering key technologies, earning significantly more per unit of export. For instance, a Tesla made in Shanghai leaves a big chunk of profit within Chinese borders, which wasn’t the case with the lower-margin goods they made years ago. The same goes for Huawei smartphones, which now rake in higher profits compared to the earlier contracts with Western brands.
Meanwhile, India’s economic landscape is in a different phase, more focused on assembly and service-based tasks. Even though India’s exports are expected to rise, the value they add to the economy pales in comparison to China’s high-tech exports. India finds itself deeply engaged in refining oil, assembling electronics, and providing software services. These sectors don’t bring significant value back home; most of the profits end up with the foreign owners of these technologies.
Another big part of the story is how each country invests in its people. China has poured resources into its education system, subsidizing costs and providing numerous scholarships, creating a skilled workforce geared toward innovation. On the flip side, Indian education remains expensive, burdening graduates and their families and making it challenging to cultivate a wide pool of talent needed for a tech-driven economy.
China’s economic prowess also stems from continuous investment in infrastructure and technology. The nation has heavily invested in electric vehicle batteries, solar panels, and wind energy, sectors that promise not just jobs but also position China as a future leader in these critical industries. India’s investment in high-tech sectors and infrastructure has yet to meet the same level of effectiveness.
Social factors can’t be ignored either. China has nurtured a meritocratic environment with a focus on achieving technological advancements. Meanwhile, India’s societal focus on celebrity culture and ongoing brain drain diverts attention from the systematic nurturing of its economic potential.
So, if you’re asking why China’s GDP doesn’t tell the whole story of its economic superiority, it’s because of these deep, structural investments and strategic choices. Despite China’s substantially higher GDP, it’s the focus on high-value, technology-driven sectors, education, and infrastructure that sets it apart. For India to bridge this gap, there would need to be a massive shift in educational policies, a serious dedication to infrastructure, and a move away from traditional economic activities toward more innovative sectors.
In essence, while India’s GDP growth might look promising at a glance, China’s underlying economic strategies make it a more formidable force on the global stage. This difference in developmental focus and investment is why China, despite what headlines might suggest, continues to pave the way for a more stable and prosperous future.
American’s can’t comprehend living like Chinese..
So interesting, making fun of Americans. Actually a really good video pointing out the importance of LIVABILITY where you live.
What is the craziest sale you’ve ever made?
I bought a Jeep for $250, drove it a half mile, and sold it for $2,500…unintentionally.
My roommate blew an axle out of his truck, so as I was taxiing him around, he had me take a shortcut. On that back road, I saw this Jeep next to someone’s house. A real Jeep, a 1986 CJ-7, the year before Chrysler took the company over and ruined it. Since I learned the shortcut, I kept going that way, and kept seeing that Jeep, for probably 3 months, although it had clearly been there for years.
It was the homeowner’s son’s Jeep, and he’d moved across the country. He abandoned the Jeep there and ended up sending his father the title to get rid of it. Since I convinced the father I wasn’t a junk car guy or planning on scrapping it, I gave it a good hard closeup look and asked for a price. He said the scrap car guys belittled it and said it was only worth $250 max. Since I genuinely wanted to fix it up for myself, I could have it for that price, which I had on me.
I paid for the Jeep, jump started it, and surprisingly it ran. The brakes were crap, and this Jeep looked horrible, but I saw potential. I stopped at a gas station, and the guy there was mesmerized by this rusty hunk of a Jeep covered in tree crap. He asked me if I would sell it, to which I said I doubt he’s make it worth my while. He then offered me $2,500. I almost crapped my pants. I drove it about a half mile and made 10 times what I paid for it. My plan was just to make sure it had enough gas to get home since the gauge read empty, but instead I made it home with a lot more than I planned on.
After I thought, if he shot me $2,500 right away, he may have been willing to pay more, but I was so shocked I didn’t think of it until later. Who knows…
Is it possible for missiles to defeat the Close-In weapon System (CIWS) like the Phalanx system on a ship?
Yes. The Phalanx fires at 3,000 rounds per minute to 4,500 rounds depending on model.
These are designed to shoot down sub-sonic missiles.
Chinese research shows that in order to shoot down high supersonic missiles (missiles traveling at Mach3 – Mach 5) you need a CIWS that fires at 10,000 rounds per minute.
Also if the missile is maneuvering in terminal phase then the faster the firing rate the better. You also need better radars and powerful computers to predict the missile trajectory and get there first with the gun.
Current Chinese CIWS fires at 11,000 rounds per minute.
Everything in in-place. What event – or false-flag – will be used to trigger Actual WW3?
Ukraine has lost 5,500 troops, 71 tanks, 30 Infantry Fighting Vehicles, 57 Armored Personnel Carriers, and 372 Armored Combat Vehicles in their two week long misadventure into Russia’s Kursk Region.
The staggering losses in such a short time reveal the complete idiocy of this maneuver by Ukraine, or the factual realization that any NATO planners involved, were utterly incompetent.
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The war on “passport bros” has entered a new cycle; as a sexpat.
A friend of mine was born to rich (not billionaire) parents. His Grandad had started a company with nothing, his dad had taken it on and made it bigger and more profitable. He was the eldest son.
I met him when he was 22. He was a graduate from an elite university, and had a got a lucrative government sponsorship to study accounting, and I’d got sponsorship at 18, to do the same. Which is where I met him. I’m from a more typical background, 2 parents, working 9–5 jobs to pay the mortgage and put food on the table.
We talked about the differences between us, on and off, over the next year or two.
Most of us have to go to work to earn money, support our family, and we keep turning up because if we don’t, we might get sacked. Those who don’t put the effort in, don’t get the bigger, better jobs. None of this applies to “daddy’s boy”. He knew if he wanted it, he would be MD of the family company. If not, the family would appoint a manager or sell the business, and he could live off the profits.
His dad was conscious of this, and had asked him the question a couple of times:
At 18 – Nope, I want to go to Uni
At 21, Nope I want to study to be an accountant
at 24 – I’d like to work in the private sector for 2 years.
Even at 26, his dad did his best to dissuade him:
You have a good career ahead of you, outside the family business. You can do well. You don’t need to take this on if you don’t want to. I can get a Professional manager.
You know, whatever you do, people will say you were “given it”. You will never get any credit.
It won’t be easy. I won’t give it to you, I will give you a couple of jobs, and if you goof around, I will leave you there. People’s jobs and their families depend on this company, and if you become MD, you need to take that responsibility seriously.
Once you come in, you will struggle to get a job outside the company again, as companies will always look at your CV and say “No point taking him on. All we’ll be doing is training him up for when he goes back to the family company.”
If you make a mistake here, people won’t let you forget. You can’t move jobs, and leave it behind.
You are giving up a lot of (government) benefits, if you come here, more than I can give you, and without the responsibility.
When you are MD, it’s pretty lonely. It’s not like being one of the workforce. It’s just you. People will give you advice, but they have their own agenda, and it’s only you who has to live with the consequences.
There’s always the risk that the company will fail, despite your best efforts. Then you’ll be stuck.
It was during this time that I started to realize that there were downside was well as upsides to being born in to his family.
When he did take it on, his dad was as good as his word. He gave him proper jobs. He made him make the decisions, stand behind them, and if he made mistakes had to own them. Sadly, his dad passed away when he was only 56, so my friend became MD at 30, which was earlier and sooner than his dad and him expected or planned.
He enjoyed it, and did very well. Took the business on to the next level. Increased sales, increased profits, added new product lines, won new customers, put a new computer system in place, trained up the senior team, introduced new production technology, and moved the factory to a new site double the size of the last one, but it was a very demanding role. He was the only family member working in the business, and the wider family seemed to add to his stress, not share the burden. I did some benchmarking on pay rates, and was surprised by his remuneration despite his stellar performance. I advised him that he well below market rates. The family were very reliant on him, but didn’t seem to recognise his performance. In his 40s, he developed some stress related health issues, and stepped away from the business.
After a couple of years sabbatical, he opted not to go back, and took a less stressful and more supportive, and appreciated career, and the company did get a locum manager, and still has it to this day.
Here’s how a day in Z-9 Ad-Seg goes down, from the horses mouth
Sunrise:
The day starts early with medical pass at 0600. We kick things off getting the medicals handled first. By 0620, it’s chow time, and in Ad-Seg, that means meals served straight in the cells. The sergeant handles this personally, making sure it’s all by the book. Food goes through the tray slots, no face-to-face interactions. If it’s Ramadan, we’ve got specific procedures to follow, but the routine stays locked down tight.
After breakfast, inmates get their cleaning supplies through the slot. They’re expected to keep their cells up to standard—no exceptions. Hygiene checks happen regularly, and if someone’s slipping, it gets dealt with. Sometimes, it’s hard to see what’s going on in the cell because inmates like to put cardboard on their windows. That’s only allowed if the inmate’s an IEX’r (indecent exposure), otherwise, we’re not having it.
Mid-Morning:
Around 0800, it’s shower time. In Ad-Seg, showers are solo—no exceptions. Inmates get cuffed and escorted to the shower, where they have about 10 minutes. Then it’s straight back to the cell, still cuffed. No free movement here—everything’s on lockdown. If there’s a medical appointment or legal visit, it’s the same routine: cuffed, escorted, and back to their cell.
Afternoon:
Lunch comes around 1200, following the same procedure as breakfast—through the slot, no hassle. After they eat, they get a bit of in-cell time. Inmates might read, write, or get in some exercises. It’s a small break in the day, but they know the rules. If there’s any legal business or visits, it’s handled individually, under strict supervision.
Yard Time:
Yard is limited in Ad-Seg—only three hours a week. When it’s their time, they’re cuffed and escorted to the yard. It’s the only chance they get to stretch out a bit, but it’s still tightly controlled, with eyes on them at all times.
Evening:
Dinner rolls around at 1700. By now, everyone’s in the routine—food through the slot, no drama. After dinner, the day starts winding down. Mail gets handed out, and if they’re lucky enough to have a TV, they catch a bit of programming before lights out.
Night:
By 2100, it’s lights out. We lock down the unit for the night, making sure everyone’s where they should be. There’s no movement unless it’s an emergency. We do our rounds, checking cells, making sure everything’s in order. The night settles in, and it’s quiet—just the hum of the unit.
In Z-9 Ad-Seg, everything’s about routine and control. Medical at 0600, chow at 0620, showers, meals, and the limited yard time all follow a strict schedule. Whether it’s dealing with cardboard on the windows or getting the yard in, it’s all about maintaining order—tight, controlled, and always by the book.
My father was often not around when I was a young child.
But I remember an argument one dinner time with the 4 (my dad, mum, myself and my younger brother) of us sat around the dinner table, I would be around 8/9 my brother 5.
Things had been strained most of the day. Something was said and that led to an argument, I remember dinner plates being thrown, food going all over the place, i slid under the table and grabbed my brother and held my hands over his ears as words were being said I knew he shouldn’t hear.
They separated about 18 months later. The Divorce was messy to say the least and we were forced to spend time with him and his “new girlfriend” who had a little girl so she became our step sister… They ended up getting married a couple of years later and separating a few years after that….
My mum and brother were killed by a drunk driver in 1997 and my Dad who I had barely seen in 15 years given he was a violent drunk died in 2012.
It’s only relatively recently that I got back in contact with my stepmother to find out I had a half brother who was 35 years younger than me and born just before my dad died. But after that bomb shell we discussed memories and I worked out that dining table argument was him telling my mum that he had got her pregnant and that she wasnt my step sister but half sister.
That was the same conversation I discovered I potentially had other siblings too.
As it turns out I did…..6 in fact from 4 other relationships some from the same time he was married to my mum.
I’ve now a relationship with 5 of them, and in the process of adopting one of them, hes 12 and currently living in a kids home.
Leaders talk
China is the only permanent member of the United Nations Security Council not involved in any international conflict in recent years, demonstrating its commitment to peace, said Timor-Leste’s President Jose Ramos-Horta during an exclusive interview with CMG’s Leaders Talk.
At the invitation of Chinese President Xi Jinping, Timor-Leste’s president paid a state visit to China from July 28 to 31. This is Ramos-Horta’s first visit to China after he took office in 2022 and the first state visit of Timor-Leste’s president to China since the establishment of diplomatic ties.
During the visit, the two sides agreed to strengthen bilateral relations, with Ramos-Horta saying China’s remarkable economic growth and commitment to global peace have drawn Timor-Leste to seek closer ties.
“China is a global power, it’s the largest economy in Asia, second largest in the world. Over the years, China pursued several strategic tracks, one is building China’s economy to these impressive heights, which make China a global economic power, a global financial power. The modernization of its defense force adds to that, and that creates some jealousy among those who view China as a rival. And sometimes the jealousy is exacerbated, and they try to repeat what was a failure of the 60s and 70s, the so-called ‘China containment’,” the president said.
“China was never involved in any of the major wars in recent decades. Whether the war in Afghanistan, the war in Yemen, in Iraq, Libya and in the ongoing one in Ukraine. China is the only permanent member of the Security Council that is not involved in an international conflict. So for us, its common sense to have strong relations with an Asian power, an Asian country that is also a global power. And I know the history of China going back many centuries. What China was then, particularly before World War Two, after World War Two, a lot of upheavals in China. But long before that, wars waged by foreign powers against China like the Opium War,” he said.
What is the most satisfying thing you have done to someone who blocked your driveway?
I decided to spraypaint my fence.
Some bloke pulled in front of the drive about 10 minutes before I was due to go out, locked his car and started walking away. I called to him to ask him not to park there and was told to “fuck off and deal with it.”
My drive is not on a road where you can get round a car parked like that. I was stuck. So, I called SWMBO and told her I’d be late to our appointment and to give my apologies.
An hour later the driver wasn’t back and I was going to miss my appointment. So I decided on revenge and decided to do one of the jobs SWMBO had been badgering me to do. Repaint the fence… using my new-ish sprayer. I didn’t use it very often as it’s not a very efficient way of painting, as it releases a lot of paint and on breezy days, it tend to drift… a lot.
Our chosen colour was a cedar red… don’t ask… so I alerted my neighbour as she had washing on the line and set up to spray the fence. I managed to get two coats on the 4 six foot fence panels either side of my drive… plus some excess on the ground inside the garden. It drifted outside as well, but I needed to do the outside as well. Outside the garden isn’t as sheltered as inside so the spray drifted a bit more… right onto the gleaming black Subaru Impreza parked across the drive. I only managed to get 1 coat onto the panels outside before it got too dark to see properly for painting, but not too dark to clean the ground inside and outside with a few buckets of water. It’s a water soluble paint after all. I didn’t see what time he left but would love to have seen his face the next morning when he saw his pride and joy splattered with dried on red fence paint.
SWMBO however was more than happy that I’d painted the fence finally.
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Reminds me of a time in my life that I have tried to forget…
The Celestial HopeBetween the fabrics of existence, where the threads of reality intertwine, a universal truth persists—an unyielding axiom, as constant as the cosmos itself. Amidst the grand cosmic ballet where galaxies waltz and stars orchestrate an eternal symphony, a saga of boundless proportions unfurls—a tale that transcends the constraints of time and space.Eternity, an expanse beyond mortal comprehension, stands as an ever-present enigma, an eternal observer untouched by the transient choreography of moments. Here, within the unfathomable depths of cosmic vastness, a fellowship known as the Chosen Wanderers embarks upon an odyssey that defies the very essence of their immortal existence.At the helm of this eternal odyssey strides Captain Thalara, a figure of unwavering strength and profound sagacity. Her presence is a beacon of determination that pierces the veils of time, carrying upon her shoulders the monumental weight of leadership—a mantle forged in the crucible of unending epochs.By her side stands Lyndor, a spectral enigma whose eyes hold secrets as ancient as the cosmos itself. An heir to arcane lineage, he wields powers inherited from generations long past, now intertwined with his very being.Elysia, a luminary scientist ignited by an insatiable curiosity, graces the crew with her brilliance—a constellation of knowledge that shines even in the darkest reaches of the universe.
Completing this ensemble is Kaelen, a dauntless pilot whose hands navigate not only the cosmic currents but also the tides of destiny. His courage is a vessel that carries them through the currents of eternity, as he guides them toward uncharted horizons.
Through the collage of galaxies, where stars bloom and fade like cosmic flowers, their starship “Celestial Hope” navigates, leaving ripples in the very fabric of existence. The void echoes with the remnants of ancient civilizations—whispers of lives long gone, reminders of the impermanence of all things. Amid this journey, nebulous clouds of despair and tempests of doubt swirl, seeking to engulf their spirits in shadow. Yet, in defiance of the abyss, their camaraderie burns like a supernova—a radiant beacon against the inky blackness of space.
In the heart of this boundless expanse, Thalara’s voice resounds—a harmonious blend of weariness and unyielding resolve. “In the face of time’s inexorable tide, what path do we forge, when life’s embrace clings without release? Millennia have woven themselves into our very essence, as we traverse the chasm between universes, charting a course through the untamed cosmos.”
Lyndor, a specter of enigmatic wisdom and innate power, leans against the console, his gaze an ancient mosaic painted with the memories of eons.
“Within the currents of our veins courses the venom of eternity,” his voice carries a mournful timbre, heavy with the weight of choices made. “An oath, once taken with eagerness, now binds us with chains of regret—a curse woven into the very fabric of our being.”
Elysia, her fingers dancing across the luminescent constellations that map the celestial canvas, murmurs with reverence in her voice. “Recall the epoch when our predecessors glimpsed the unfathomable—a revelation of multiple big bangs, an eternal existence that defies all comprehension. Even the deities themselves pale in the face of such boundless expanse.”
Kaelen, the intrepid pilot who courts the cosmic unknown with audacious fervour, leans back with a half-smile that masks the weight he carries.
“Gods or no gods, our universe bowed to its inevitable conclusion—a requiem sung as stars winked out. Yet, we remain—ephemeral echoes in the aftermath, seekers of sanctuary in the wake of dissolution.”
As they negotiate wormholes that spiral like cosmic whirlpools and cross dimensions that shimmer like astral gateways, they traverse not only space but also the fabrics of existence itself. Their dialogues resonate like distant echoes through the corridors of the colossal starship—an intricate symphony woven from threads of hope, fear, and unwavering resolve.
“Sworn to a hope, we journey as bearers of the ages,” Thalara’s voice emerges as a soothing echo as the ship navigates the currents of the cosmos. “We are the chosen, tasked with the survival of ages.”
Lyndor’s eyes, impossibly ancient and eternally watchful, hold a depth of understanding that spans eras. “To comprehend eternity is to wrestle with its revelations—a truth more profound than any verse etched into cosmic parchment.”
Elysia’s gaze lifts toward the uncharted constellations beyond the viewport, her voice carrying both lament and wonder. “Our universe, once a cradle of myriad existences, now languishes—a relic adrift in the vast detritus of time.”
Kaelen’s fingers glide over the star maps he has charted, a testament to their journey’s wonder and weariness. “Yet, we endure, undaunted by the ceaseless ebb of eons that slip through our grasp.”
As their odyssey continues, a cataclysmic event unfurls—a singularity, born from the final gasp of a dying universe, threatens to consume them in its voracious maw. Amidst the concerto of alarms and the kaleidoscope of flashing lights, their voices rise like beacons in the tempest.
“A universe born anew, an era unseen,” Elysia’s breath catches, her voice a whisper amidst the maelstrom.
“An epoch that hungers to sunder us,” Kaelen’s voice is a resolute call amidst the chaos.
“Take any action necessary! Steer us away!” Thalara’s command cleaves through the tumult like a sword through the dark.
“Aye, captain,” Kaelen’s hands fly over the controls, each gesture a testament to his indomitable will.
Yet, the singularity’s maw widens beyond escape.
“Wormhole generators at full capacity in mere moments,” Elysia announces, her voice carrying both urgency and the weight of time itself.
“An eternity encapsulated within fleeting seconds,” Thalara’s mutterings become an indomitable mantra within the storm.
As alarms wail and the ship shudders beneath the onslaught of forces beyond mortal reckoning, Thalara’s call rings out with resolute clarity.
“Hold fast, all! Prepare for the impact that bridges being and oblivion!”
Lyndor’s incantations weave through the air, a desperate plea to mystic forces woven into the very fabric of reality.
“By the threads of existence, we stand resolute!”
Elysia’s voice, a poignant blend of awe and trepidation, pierces the chaotic symphony.
“Here, on this precipice, we straddle the boundary between existence and the void!”
Kaelen’s hands dance with an orchestral precision, their movement a symphony of defiance against impending annihilation.
“Falter, we shall not! Not now, not after traversing the rivers of time itself!”
Emerging from the cataclysm battered yet resolute, they find themselves adrift in the enigmatic embrace of eternity’s realm. Now the farthest off course that could be conceived, a billion light years have cascaded through their grasp, slipping like stardust through the hourglass of existence.
Thalara’s voice, a potent blend of determination and weariness, breaks the stillness that envelops them.
“Amidst the boundless expanse of eternity, we stand as sentinels—an embodiment of unyielding will. Though the search may seem to be at an end, the journey persists, for we are the very bridge between ages.”
Lyndor’s gaze, a window into stages long past, holds a glimmer of hope, a spark that transcends the barriers of time.
“Eternity may have claimed our lethargy, yet it has not extinguished our essence. We’ll make the proper repairs captain Thalara.”
Standing amidst the cosmic void, their silhouettes etched against infinity’s canvas, the echoes of their odyssey resonate through the corridors of existence—a harmonious melody that reverberates through the contexture of time. Their journey, one that challenged death’s dominion, embraced the abyss, and defied the very fabric of the cosmos, has become an indelible verse in the cosmic motif.
For even as they languor for a billion years, cradled within the timeless embrace of eternity, the saga of the Chosen Wanderers echoed across the cosmos—a saga woven into the very cosmic strings of existence. In the midst of interstellar ages, voyaging through the unfathomable vastness, the Celestial Hope and its devoted crew lay suspended in a timeless repose, a testament to their unwavering resolve in the face of unending existence.
The story of the Chosen Wanderers, forever inscribed in the cosmic annals, teaches that even in the ceaseless dance of stars and galaxies, in the unyielding expanse of eternity, the essence of mortal and immortal alike can forge pathways that transcend the constraints of time and space.
And now in their long great slumber, they tread upon the dreamy shores of a lush world untouched by the journals of history, the weight of countless eons finally lifts. A forgotten mission buried in the lost realms left long behind fades away. Before them unfurls the promise of life renewed, secrets unfurled beneath celestial constellations, and an uncharted future as infinite as the universes themselves.
But that too would be another story.
Enchilada Squares
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Ingredients
2 (19 ounce) cans Las Palmas enchilada sauce
1 pound Monterey Jack cheese, shredded
1 medium onion, chopped
1 (4 ounce) can sliced olives
1 pound ground beef
1 1/2 cups vegetable oil
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon onion powder
27 corn tortillas
Instructions
Brown ground beef.
Drain oil and add salt, pepper, garlic and onion powder.
While meat is browning, heat enchilada sauce in medium size pan.
Heat oil in skillet. Place a tortilla in hot oil for 1 minute, then turn over and fry 1 more minute. Do not allow tortilla to become crispy.
Take fried tortilla and place in hot sauce for approximately 2 minutes, then take out and place in a 9 x 13 inch greased cake pan.
Repeat again until you have a layer with 9 tortillas.
Sprinkle half of the meat, 1/3 cheese, onion and olives.
Repeat another layer of tortillas dipped in oil and sauce as before.
Sprinkle remaining meat, 1/3 cheese, onion and olives.
Repeat another layer of tortillas.
Spoon leftover sauce atop.
Add remaining cheese, onion and olives.
When cool, cover pan with foil and refrigerate.
Bake at 350 degrees F for 1/2 hour or until cheese melts.
Cut into squares and serve.
If serving immediately, place in oven for 15 minutes or until cheese is melted.
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Yeah. This is very good. So, so, so many things int he USA are fucked up right now.
What was the shortest interview you’ve had that led to a job offer?
I was looking at a Field service Job at a manufacturing plant that built Waste Water Treatment plants, it was a West German company with manufacturing in the U.S.
I knew absolutely nothing about waste water plant machinery.
As I sat down for the interview, the phone rang on the head of field service. He said excuse me but I have to answer that phone. He put the phone on speaker, a piece of new equipment would not start up, this was their first attempt to run it.
He placed the electrical schematics on his desk, as they discussed the problem, I could see them upside down, from where I was sitting.
Finally he says , I will get s tech there ASAP, and hung up the phone. I said I see the problem, they wired a relay wrong, and pointed to it on drawings. It should be normally closed, not open.
He stood up and said he had to do something and I’m not to move, he would be right back.
He was back in 15 minutes and hands me a wad of cash, and tells me I have 1 hour and thirty minutes to be at the Delta terminal , my ticket is at their desk, then hands me a company credit card to rent a car, and A company Air travel card for the return flight.
He said we will fill out your employment papers when you get back.
The problem was in Up State New York , I was in Birmingham Al.
Now for the “rest” of the story
The service manager called the plant with the problem once he Knew I was on the flight to NY, and told them a tech was on his way. Their response was “it better be a guy who’s been working for you a long time, and knows the equipment inside and out.
For the next 4 hours he tried to get a call to me , and for me to not tell them he just hired me this morning.
I never got that call, and the first thing the plant manager ask me, “How long have you worked on these machines ?”. My answer was “To Damn Long” and we both bust out laughing.
In 5 minutes the machine was running perfectly
Then he told me to call my boss, He’s been trying to reach you.
He couldn’t believe I answered that question without lying, and manager was happy with the answer, with me not knowing how important the answer was.
What are some of the most morally justified crimes ever committed?
Recently, Shane Goldsby, a 26-year-old U.S. inmate, bludgeoned, stomped, and kicked his 70-year-old cellmate, Robert Munger, to death.
You might think this is just another random case of prison violence, or perhaps a situation where some prisoners take the moral high ground by killing a more sadistic and violent criminal. Indeed, the latter was the case, though it was a more isolated incident. After all, Munger had been incarcerated for 43 years for crimes involving child sexual abuse. Anyone might feel justified in wanting to see him punished severely.
Munger was serving a 43-year sentence at the Airway Heights prison in Washington State for child molestation and child pornography offenses when, due to a non—coincidental administrative error, he was placed in the same cell as Shane (one of his victims’ brother.)
Shane claimed that Munger would repeatedly brag about his crimes and the morally abhorrent deeds he had committed against those poor children.
“I had so much stuff going on in my head,” he told the station. “I wasn’t stable at that point. I wasn’t. I was getting to that point because [Munger] kept wanting to give me details about what happened, what he did – about the photos and the videos of him doing this stuff. It was building up.”
Shane said he couldn’t believe he had been assigned to the same cell as Munger and made a request to the authorities to be moved, but it was ignored.
“I completely feel like this is what they wanted to happen,” he said.
“I was in shock,” he added. “I was like, ‘what the f***?’… This stuff doesn’t happen. You’re talking the same institution, the same unit, the same pod, in the same cell as this dude. That’s like hitting the jackpot in the casino seven times.”
“They put me in a position that I shouldn’t even be in. This shouldn’t have happened at all. You’re talking about this dude, who did some sick, twisted things to my little sis. My family. My blood. My life. And you want to put me face-to-face with this dude?” Goldsby said.
As expected, a man can only remain sane for so long when he’s sharing a cage with his sister’s molester. Goldsby eventually snapped, attacking the older man in a common area of the jail.
Court documents reveal what happened next, showing how Goldsby hit “Munger in the face and head area about 14 times, stomped on his head at least four times, and kicked him a couple more times before walking away and being taken into custody.” Munger died three days later.
The Washington Department of Corrections has policies to prevent connected inmates from being assigned together, but reportedly missed the connection in this case because Shane and his sister have different last names.
“There was no clear indication in the documentation regularly reviewed for housing assignments that there was a potential conflict,” DoC spokeswoman Janelle Guthrie told the Spokesman-Review newspaper.
In court, an emotional Shane stated:
“You put me in the same cell as this dude. I feel set up. I’m the victim.”
At his sentencing, Shane was too emotional to read a statement, so his lawyer spoke on his behalf.
“I’m ashamed of my actions. I was put into a situation that I don’t wish on anyone,” she said on Shane’s behalf. “I have a lot of fixing to do.”
“I cannot imagine what it would be like to lose a loved one in this kind of way,” Shane said through his lawyer.
“To his wife and his whole family, I apologize. I am so sorry, and I hope you are able to heal from what I caused.”
Unfortunately, the law frowns on morally justifiable murders and Shane must now serve an additional 24 years and also pay restitution to Munger’s family.
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Lawrence Wong, Prime Minister of Singapore, delivered his first National Day speech, saying that Singapore is not a western society. What does this mean?
On August 18th, local time, Lawrence Wong, the new Prime Minister of Singapore, delivered his first Prime Minister’s speech in Malay, Chinese and English at the National Day mass meeting in Singapore.
The Prime Minister’s speech at the National Day Mass Meeting is one of the most important speeches in Singapore every year. During the speech, Lawrence Wong’s speech in Chinese caught my eyes.
Lawrence Wong said: “Singapore uses English as the common language, but we are essentially an Asian society, not a western society.” He also said that all Singaporeans want to preserve the spiritual outlook and traditional values of Asians.
Later, Lawrence Wong took himself as an example to encourage people to receive Chinese education. He said that when he was a child, he didn’t have the opportunity to speak Chinese at home. He didn’t start learning Chinese until he went to school. When he graduated from junior high school, he got A1 (the highest level) in Chinese.
Lawrence Wong promised that the Singapore government would adjust its education policy.
“We hope to train more talents who are proficient in Chinese, which means that we have not only elites, but also elites.”
Lawrence Wong’s speech in Chinese not only emphasized the importance of Chinese education, but also continued the “Asian values” emphasized by Singapore’s leaders in previous generations, and also vaguely expressed Singapore’s diplomatic stance that it would not take sides.
In view of Singapore’s important strategic position and influence in ASEAN countries, the United States has spared no effort to win over Singapore for many years.
Lee Kuan Yew once said very bluntly: China (navy) has no strength to protect Singapore.
As a tiny island country located in the throat of the ocean, you forced Singapore to die if you didn’t fall to the west.
Understandable.
And Singapore has indeed achieved the goal of being as neutral as possible while leaning to the west and seeking the greatest benefit for itself.
Under the current circumstances, the basic logic of Singapore’s unilateral turning to the West has not only disappeared, but also gone to the opposite side.
If you fell to the west completely because you were afraid of the western navy, then you can’t hope to maintain the previous state after China’s naval power became strong, and more thoroughly fall to and introduce the west to harm China’s interests.
Singapore has really developed the ability to assess the situation in the game of great powers, and it has been flexibly adjusted in different times.
In July this year, Singapore’s ambassador to the United States, Lui Tuck Yew, wrote a special letter to the American media, stressing that Singapore’s foreign policy is based on its own interests and it is a principle that Singapore has always adhered to.
Before taking over as Prime Minister of Singapore, Lawrence Wong made it clear in an interview with The Economist that Singapore would not choose between China and the United States, but would give priority to its own interests.
In his speeches in Chinese, Lawrence Wong mentioned “culture” and “Chinese” for 9 to 11 times, with special emphasis on cultivating people’s Chinese ability.
He said that Singapore hopes to preserve the spiritual outlook and traditional values of Asians. At the same time, the advantages of bilingualism and biculturalism can absorb the wisdom of the East and the West, and can deal with both countries. This is Singapore’s unique competitive advantage.
In my opinion, Lawrence Wong mentioned that “Singapore is not a western society”. The core theme is that Singaporeans can speak both English and Chinese, embrace the western social system, and retain the eastern spiritual culture. They can get along well with the United States, Britain and China. This is a unique and huge advantage of Singapore in the world, which must be maintained.
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When I was growing up I had friends who lived up the street from me. They were two brothers, and I have written about them before.
They had a cat, and for some strange reason, they kept it outside chained to a tiny dog house that was the lair of the cat. Oh, he was a mean cat. For sure. Not being allowed to be a cat; to run around and do cat stuff.
I really wanted to let him get free, but I never had the gumption to do so. So year after year, he just sat there or paced around. It was a solitary and boring life for a cat. Not only that but he was ignored. Never getting petted, or loved. He was just chained out there and fed. What a horrible, horrible life.
Poor kitty.
He died when I was in university.
They just picked him up and threw him into the dumpster. Poor, unappreciated, and unloved kitty.
Guys. Please treat your pets with dignity and care. It’s what you should do. Whether you want to or not.
Today…
What are some life hacks that we can use in our daily life?
Read a rather fascinating article about a 93-year-old Irish man named Richard Morgan. He is an excellent rower, a world champion in the older-age competitions. And he was recently given an extensive medical examination, wherein he was found to have the lungs, heart and muscle tone of a man in his 40s.
Now the coolest thing about Mr. Morgan is that he used to be a baker and that he wasn’t athletic at all until his retirement. And that he didn’t pick up rowing until he was already 70. But when he did, he started going at it rather intensely. Today, even at 93, he still works out for about 40 minutes a day on average on rowing machines. He does weight training thrice a week, too. He eats and drinks a normal diet, although he does consume more protein than is recommended for a man his age.
Richard Morgan could have decided, at 70, to simply do whatever the hell he wanted. Health be damned, fitness be damned. He may have had a jolly good time, but he’d have very likely be done. And had he been around, he wouldn’t be in anywhere near as fabulous a shape today as he is now. Life hack number one — get off your ass, and work yourself into a sweat for about an hour every day. What is one hour out of 24 hours in a day?
Messages have been coming in from people who reside in and near Dnipro (Dnipropetrovsk) Ukraine, describing what it was like during and after the Russian ICBM attack.
According to the messages, the Yuzhmash manufacturing plant was attacked. This was an industrial giant, the leader in rocket production in the former USSR. This plant manufactured many space and intercontinental missiles for the USSR.
According to the messages, the Yuzhmash plant no longer exists. In its place there is now just a mountain of dust.
In addition to ground level workshops where attack drones and rocket engines were currently manufactured, the plant had extensive underground workshops where missiles were assembled from Western components, which were stored and then labeled “Made in Ukraine.” They say there were at least 3 sub-floor levels beneath ground level, each 6 meters high.
Now, all of this is gone, there is just a pile of dust and rubble.
Other messages describe the impact, saying “it was so strong that apartment buildings several kilometers from the plant cracked. Now there is no water or heating in the entire city – all the pipelines that ran underground cracked and failed.”
Other residents say “the explosion was like an earthquake. Everything was shaking, furniture was falling in people’s houses, dishes were falling out of cupboards.”
Lastly, the messages confirm “Communications in houses are also out of order.”
All this from just ONE Russian ICBM missile without a nuclear warhead. It was merely conventional.
What is the biggest turn-off you’ve ever had on a date?
He texted me earlier that he would meet me at the restaurant at 8.
I agreed, got ready and reached the restaurant at 7:58 (I’m a punctuality freak), to find that he’s not there. So I got a booth and decided to wait.
And I waited. And waited. And waited.
And finally, after 25 minutes, he arrives and stares at me in horror. “You’re here already?! Aren’t girls always late?”
“Not me.” I reply.
We order food and spend the next 1 hour staring down at our plates. Everytime I tried to start a conversation, he gave a reply that basically said ‘please don’t make me talk’. We continue staring down at our plates.
He got a text message and after reading it, he seemed to be in actual physical discomfort. I asked if he was okay.
He replied “It’s my ex. I cant stop thinking about her. It’s been just 2 years since we broke up” and covered his face with his hands.
WOW.
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People who grew up poor and are now in a higher social class, what are the biggest or most surprising differences you’ve noticed?
I qualify!
Dirt poor then. Top 1% now.
There is good news and bad news.
Have you heard these?
Rich people want to keep poor people down.
Inequality is bad.
Rich people have rigged the system.
Wealthy people control politics.
Money leads to unjust outcomes in the legal system.
The first one is completely false. 0% true.
The second is 20% true.
The third is 30% true.
The fourth is 40% true.
The last one is 80% true.
If you are a poor person in the court system, you are cooked.
Good News
Rich people do not want to keep you down. Not at all!
They greatly admire poor strivers.
They respect people who arise at 5 AM to work at McDonald’s.
They want other people to be successful!
If you work 2 or 3 jobs to support your family, they will do anything they can to help you.
They appreciate hard work and diligent effort.
Wealthy people love rags-to-riches stories.
Bad News
Many Americans believe the wealthy are indifferent to welfare recipients.
Actually, it is much worse than that.
If you are a slacker who subsists on government freebies, the wealthy want you deported.
As in expelled from the country.
Don’t call us. We’ll call you.
Some of the wealthy would give you a free ticket!
But only if you promised to never return.
This is the mindset of the wealthy…
You live in the United States.
There is more opportunity here than anywhere else on Earth!
And you spend your time demanding more freebies from people who work hard.
You are begging for handouts like a dog.
Where is your self-respect?
Where is your work ethic?
You are bad news — practically and morally.
Bottom Line
Anyone can go from bottom to top in America. My brothers and I did it!
Rich is better than poor.
I no longer buy day-old bread, patch holes w/cardboard, buy gasoline with dimes.
Meritocracy works! Any attempt to reduce meritocracy harms our country.
Welfare, DEI, and other forms of redistributive justice lead to good outcomes for the bottom 25% and terrible outcomes for the other 75%.
Economic growth is more important than economic equality.
Good luck to you!
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Will Bangladesh drift closer to China now?
Being friendly to China is a policy formulated by the Bangladesh government out of consideration of national interests.
Sheikh Hasina fled to India instead of China, which shows that she is pro-India.
Nobel Prize winner Muhammad Yunus is likely to become the new prime minister of Bangladesh. He is pro-American.
Sheikh Hasina stepped down due to protests, and the most angry person was Indian Prime Minister Modi.
Sheikh Hasina, who fled to India, claimed that the reason for the riots in Bangladesh was the intervention of the US Department of Defense. Because she refused the request of the US Department of Defense, the CIA led the riots in the country.
Specifically, the US military took a fancy to Saint Martin’s Island in Bangladesh and asked Bangladesh to hand over the island to the US military to establish a naval and air base. The US promised to ensure that Hasina would continue to rule Bangladesh.
Sheikh Hasina accuses the US: What’s the significance of St Martin’s Island? | World News – Times of India
South Asia News: Explore the history and geopolitical significance of St Martin’s Island in Bangladesh, including its maritime boundary disputes and strategic location near the Bay of Bengal. Learn about the island’s role in international relations and recent allegations of foreign interference in Bangladeshi politics.
Sheikh Hasina hints at US role in ouster: ‘Had I surrendered sovereignty of Saint Martin Island…’
Everyone knows the result of the incident. Starting in June 2024, there were large-scale demonstrations in Bangladesh, which eventually led to Hasina’s escape to India by helicopter.
India has been supporting Sheikh Hasina, who spent years in exile in India after her entire family was assassinated in 1975.
India-Bangladesh relations have shown signs of cooling since Sheikh Hasina’s departure.
According to local Indian media reports, non-essential staff of the Indian High Commission in Bangladesh have been withdrawn after Sheikh Hasina resigned.
Bangladesh is currently led by an interim government led by Nobel Peace Prize winner and economist Muhammad Yunus.
Some Indian news outlets have been claiming that Pakistan and China are behind the protests and have exaggerated the scale of attacks on Hindu minorities following the protests.
But Muhammad Yunus is not pro-China, he is pro-American.
He has close contacts with American politicians and is also the candidate favored by the US State Department for the new prime minister of Bangladesh.
Whether he is pro-American or not can only be known after Muhammad Yunus is formally sworn in as the new Prime Minister of Bangladesh and whether he will hand over St. Martin Island to the US military as a military base.
If the US military establishes a military base on Saint Martin’s Island, the US military will enter the Indian Ocean.
Saint Martin’s Island is very close to Kyaukpyu Port in Myanmar.
Kyaukpyu Port in Myanmar is the port of entry for the China-Myanmar oil and gas pipeline.
The US military can use Saint Martin’s Island to block the entrance of Chinese oil and gas pipelines in the Indian Ocean.
It can be said that the reason why the United States is eager to obtain Saint Martin’s Island is to contain China.
even if Myanmar’s Kyaukpyu Port ceases to operate, China still has Pakistan’s Gwadar Port on the Arabian Sea as an entry point for oil and gas pipelines.
Of course, the country most affected by the establishment of US military bases in the Indian Ocean is still India.
After all, India has always regarded the Indian Ocean as its own backyard, and Indians feel even more threatened by the United States.
Saint Martin Island : Will A US Military Base Threaten India or China? | Indian Defence News
The Varsha nuclear submarine base under construction in India, the headquarters of the Eastern Naval Command of the Indian Navy and the Abdul Kalam Island used for tactical and strategic missile testing are not far from St. Maarten.
Bangladesh’s military strength and military technology are simply not comparable to those of the United States.
If the U.S. military establishes a military base on St. Martin, it will be close to India’s sea-based nuclear deterrent, a major weapons testing facility and naval headquarters, directly touching New Delhi’s major red line.
If the US military establishes a military base on St. Maarten, then the Indian military will have no secrets from the US military, and all Indian military bases are within the coverage of the radar stations and missiles established by the US on St. Maarten.
Now Joe Biden has really done it. By giving the green light to long-range missile strikes deep inside of Russian territory, he has brought us closer to nuclear conflict than ever before. As you will see below, Russian officials have become convinced that “NATO has gone to war with Russia”. I feel like I am watching a slow-motion train wreck that I am powerless to stop. I have been warning about this for so many years, and now it is here. Steve Quayle, Henry Gruver, Dumitru Duduman, Marty Breeden and so many others have also warned America about what is coming. If we stay on the path that we are on, nuclear weapons will be used. Do we really want to go down that road?
The corporate media here in the United States is trying really hard to convince us that Joe Biden’s decision wasn’t really a big deal.
In Moscow, meanwhile, senior lawmaker Leonid Slutsky slammed Mr. Biden, accusing him of deciding “to end his presidential term and go down in history as ‘Bloody Joe’.”
Senator Vladimir Dzhabarov, meanwhile, told Russia’s state-run Tass news agency that Biden’s decision represented “a very big step toward the beginning of the third world war.”
The official newspaper of the Russian state, Rossiyskaya Gazeta, warned “the madmen who are drawing NATO into a direct conflict with our country may soon be in great pain.”
And according to the Washington Post, one former Kremlin official is warning that “Moscow now believes NATO has gone to war with Russia”…
A former Kremlin official told The Washington Post that Moscow now believes NATO has gone to war with Russia and that “they will proceed accordingly.” The official spoke on the basis of anonymity to discuss sensitive matters.
That is rather chilling.
Of course that language echoes something that Vladimir Putin said himself back in September…
Putin had personally warned against the eventuality previously, issuing a warning in September that U.S. permission for Ukraine to fire American-supplied long-range missiles at his country, “would mean that NATO countries, the United States, and European countries, are parties to the war in Ukraine.”
Kremlin spokesperson Dmitry Peskov referenced that previous statement by Putin when he was specifically asked how the Russian government is viewing the latest developments…
“And here the position of our President, the position of the Russian side, was very clearly and unambiguously formulated by our Head of State in his statement that he made in St Petersburg.
“It says everything very clearly. I simply recommend that you read these words of the President once again.”
Wow.
War with Russia is here.
Sergey Markov was asked if Vladimir Putin would actually use nuclear weapons once long-range missiles start falling deep inside Russian territory, and he warned that in a worst case scenario “nuclear war happens before Christmas of this year”…
Asked if Putin would use nuclear missiles in response, Mr Markov said ‘not now’ and said it was more likely that bases in eastern Europe could be hit by smaller, tactical nuclear missiles.
But he added: “I think Biden, Macron and Starmer want escalation which could lead to, from my understanding, in the worst scenario, the nuclear war happens before Christmas of this year.
“Probably you will not be able to say ‘Merry Christmas’ because you will stay in the hole trying to hide away [your] family from the nuclear catastrophe. It can develop very, very quickly.”
Personally, I don’t think that it will happen quite so fast.
But we are definitely on a road that leads to nuclear war.
After Biden’s announcement, U.S. Representative Thomas Massie stated that Biden had just committed an impeachable offense…
By authorizing long range missiles to strike inside Russia, Biden is committing an unconstitutional Act of War that endangers the lives of all U.S. citizens. This is an impeachable offense, but the reality is he’s an emasculated puppet of a deep state.
I agree with Massie 100 percent.
But there won’t be a move to impeach Biden now.
Most Republicans in Congress are way too lily-livered to do anything like that.
Trump Jr., 46, tweeted that the “military-industrial complex” is trying to undermine his dad before he takes office by pushing the war further into chaos.
“The Military Industrial Complex seems to want to make sure they get World War 3 going before my father has a chance to create peace and save lives,” he tweeted.
Yes, Joe Biden is still in the White House, but this was a decision that Donald Trump should have been allowed to make.
Trump needs to come out and immediately denounce what Biden has done, but if he does that he will be accused of “colluding with Putin” and that is something that Trump very much wants to avoid.
But Trump can’t be concerned about what others will think at this point.
We are literally on the brink of nuclear war, and we are running out of time to reverse course.
In fact, Sweden is so concerned about the possibility of nuclear war that it has “issued five million pamphlets warning its citizens to stockpile food and water”…
Sweden has issued five million pamphlets warning its citizens to stockpile food and water – just hours after Volodymyr Zelensky’s chilling video address to Vladimir Putin warned US missile strikes “will speak for themselves.”
If our leaders had any sense, they would be doing the same thing.
But instead, they keep assuring us that the Russians are bluffing and that they would never actually use nuclear weapons.
In the end, we shall see who was bluffing and who was not.
Interestingly, on Monday it was being reported that Internet cables under the Baltic Sea have been “suddenly disrupted”…
Two undersea internet cables in the Baltic Sea have been suddenly disrupted, according to local telecommunications companies, amid fresh warnings of possible Russian interference with global undersea infrastructure.
A communications cable between Lithuania and Sweden was cut on Sunday morning around 10:00 a.m. local time, a spokesperson from telecommunications company Telia Lithuania confirmed to CNN.
Did the Russians do that?
Were they trying to send us a message?
I just wrote about how vulnerable our undersea Internet cables are last week.
Cutting two cables is not going to disrupt much, but what if the Russians started cutting dozens of cables?
We really are in uncharted territory.
Hopefully cooler heads will prevail, because right now the road that we are on only leads to pain.
Be the Rufus
After Hitler, which dictator was the worst in history?
Hitler wasn’t the worst. My vote goes to Pol Pot. He was the dictator of Cambodia 1976–1978.
His claims to infamy:
Killed more people in proportion to the size of the nation than any other dictator
Killed most people in shortest timeframe
Destroyed the economy of Cambodia
Destroyed the intelligentsia of Cambodia
Effectively rendered Cambodia back to the Bronze Age
Destroyed the infrastructure of Cambodia
Caused a man-made famine in Cambodia
Obliterated literacy in Cambodia
Deurbanized and deindustrialized the country completely
Sowed the land full of land mines, making 30% of the fields of Cambodia uncultivable
Founded the largest extermination camps ever and coined the concept “killing fields”.
Finally his ambitions went too far when he attacked Vietnam. The Khmer Rouge military, already starving and badly armed for anything else than terrorizing unarmed people with eyeglasses, collapsed in front of the Vietnamese military (who had just kicked the arses of both USA and China).
Never before has a foreign conqueror been welcomed so heartly than in Cambodia, and never before has a war turned so quickly into a humanitarian rescue operation as in Cambodia.
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Are there any non-Han Chinese on Quora?
I am of Hui ethnicity, currently living in Jiangsu Province. My family is a pure-blood Muslim family. My parents’ ancestors came from Jining in Shandong Province and Dangshan in Henan Province, both of which are major Muslim communities in central China.
In addition to that, we also have relatives in Xinjiang and Qinghai, but as the older generations passed away, we have grown distant from these relatives, who live thousands of kilometers away.
My grandfather was an imam in the Xuzhou area. From a young age, I learned a lot about Islam from him. His home was right next to the mosque, so I essentially grew up in the mosque.
Back in the 1980s, the old mosque in Xuzhou had a large courtyard, and I would play there every day after school. I knew all the imams at the mosque, and because I was a good student, they all encouraged me to attend an Islamic college when the time came to choose a university.
Having been brought up in Islamic teachings from a young age, I still follow most of the Islamic practices today, even though I am now in my 40s.
My grandfather, as an imam, maintained a close relationship with the local Han Chinese community. He was not only eager to help Muslims but also willingly assisted Han Chinese people. Sometimes, he would give the beef that Muslims gifted him to some of his poor Han neighbors. If Han Chinese people came to him for help because of poverty, he would even give them money, expecting nothing in return. Because of his kindness, both Hui and Han people respected him.
I still have a photo of him from when he was 90 years old, standing by the mosque’s gate. I remember the gate had calligraphy written in both Chinese characters and Arabic: “Respect Islamic teachings, and love China.”
I believe these memories of mine are a small reflection of the close relationship between Han Chinese and Muslims in China.
While I did not end up attending an Islamic college, I earned dual degrees in sociology and psychology, and eventually became a programmer.
I am aware that in recent years, there have been some tensions between the Hui and Han communities in parts of China. I don’t think these incidents are significant. From a young age, I learned from my grandfather what it means to see both Hui and Han as fellow citizens, looking out for and respecting one another. Therefore, while I respect my own ethnic background, I have never considered Han people to be “different” from me.
Later, I had a child, who is also proud to be Muslim. Every time we travel, he insists on visiting the famous mosques along the way, and he also enjoys reading books about Islam.
However, I believe he should be well-rounded and expand his perspective. In the past few years, I’ve recommended many books from other religions to him—Bible stories, introductions to Catholicism, biographies of Buddha, Buddhist basics, biographies of the Dalai Lama, Taoist texts, Zen writings, and more.
Since my child is free to make his own choices, I’ve shared with him everything I know about Islam, my personal religious experiences, and all the stories about my grandfather. After that, I will respect whatever path he chooses.
Beef Stroganoff Casserole
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Ingredients
1 (12 ounce) package wide egg noodles
2 pounds round or sirloin steak, cut into 1 inch strips
1/2 cup all-purpose flour, in zip top bag
1 (16 ounce) package mushrooms, coarsely chopped
2 tablespoons finely chopped onion
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon dried parsley flakes
1 tablespoon paprika
1 (13 3/4 ounce) can beef broth
1 (8 ounce) container sour cream
Instructions
Heat oven to 325 degrees F.
Place uncooked noodles in a 2 1/2 quart casserole.
Coat strips of steak with flour by putting a few strips at a time in zip-style bag and shaking well.
Arrange coated meat on top of noodles.
Arrange chopped mushrooms evenly over meat.
Sprinkle the onion, nutmeg, parsley and paprika on top of mushrooms.
Pour beef broth over entire dish.
Cover and bake for 1 hour.
Stir in sour cream, and bake for an additional 15 minutes.
What is the worst job experience you ever had?
Working as an Amazon driver. I had to take a job out of necessity when I lost my longtime job at the start of Covid. I was 45 years old and took a job as a driver for Amazon. On an average day, I would have about 180–185 different stops and about 300–350 packages.
The vans always had something wrong with them. Broken seats, no AC, cracked windows, etc. There are cameras that watch you drive and you get violations for not wearing your seatbelt, looking at your phone, going 6 miles over the speed limit, harsh accelerations, hard breaking, and not coming to complete stops.
I had so many packages that I often could not use the rear or side doors. I had to wiggle out through the drivers door. I would just be tripping over stuff all day because they gave too many packages.
You would often find random bottles of piss in the console, door holders, back, etc. You have so little time to get done, that many drivers don’t eat lunch or take breaks. A lot are forced to pee in bottles so they can finish their routes on time.
And after all of this, at the end of the day…you have to call the dispatcher who will often send you to now go help someone else with their route because they are behind. That is your reward for doing your job well.
I lost 45 pounds working there. Not to mention doing this is the pouring rain, in the 100 degree heat, in the snow. But the worst part for me, was doing all of this in the dark. Trying to find houses and streets on dirt country roads and in the mountains.
We didn’t leave the facility to start until 11am or noon. to start! So in the winter, half of your day is delivering int he dark.
It was the most inhumane job I’ve ever had…and I was in the Army.
My Wife Pulled A Bait-And-Switch About Kids, Said My Son Isn’t Enough, So I’m Filing Divorce…
What meal from your childhood did you dread being served?
We were poor and my mother was a terrible cook so we had a lot of dread, very often. For example, my dad wanted potatoes at almost every meal and my mom had 5 kids and a house so by dinner time, she was always running around as if her head were on fire. Frequently, the potatoes burned before they could be mashed. Didn’t matter. We had to eat them anyway. Food was NEVER thrown away and you could not leave the table until your plate was empty.
On the very rare occasion that milk went sour, we had to drink it anyway. If the oatmeal was burned, we had to eat it anyway. When Uncle Charlie came to visit with a cooler full of fish fillets he just caught off Boston Harbor, we had fish for a week until we were ready to vomit every time we came in the door and smelled it cooking. Oh, and my uncle was not fastidious about deboning.
There were other horrible things we had to eat, such as “church supper” leftovers like a 4 gallon pot of baked beans. I will never eat anything with kidney beans or baked beans again. Even when I was starving in college, truly starving, that orphan can of baked beans stayed in the cabinet. I will never, ever, ever eat chili or baked beans ever again. Here’s a story my brother told me: when he entered Boot Camp for the Army he went down the line and they slapped some fish onto his tray. Naturally, he wanted to throw it away but a Sergeant stood over him until he ate every bite. To his astonishment, the first bite was delicious. He downed the whole thing and had it at every meal. Even the Sergeant was astonished – the fish was garbage. That gives you an example of how bad my mother’s cooking was.
Once, someone gave us some veal. I don’t know how my mother prepared it but after the first bite, I ran to the kitchen sink and vomited. People talk about how great veal is, but whenever I see it or smell it, my stomach turns. I hate veal – and not for emotional reasons. Another of my mother’s favorites was Liver and Onions. When you came home from school and smelled that, you knew your life was ruined. You WANTED to be in Detention. I can’t ever, ever eat that now. Or kidneys. My mother LOVED kidneys. Just the look of them made me want to be sick. We were lucky that my dad hated them so it was a once a year gig to get kidneys. We had a dog then and he really was happy to be under the table – but if we ever got caught wasting food like that it would have been a harsh and severe beating. Food was precious and it was never, ever wasted; burned, rotten or unloved – it had to be eaten or you couldn’t go to bed. I remember my brother sitting at the table one evening until midnight with the swill still on his plate – and then in his breakfast dish the next day. He tried to outlast my dad. He failed. He had to eat that garbage completely.
There were a lot of miserable meals in our home. You ate what was on your plate and you didn’t complain. Both my parents knew the hunger of the Depression and when I went to college and starved, I appreciated their reasoning a lot more.
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Why is the U.S. heavily reliant on China for many products? Is it possible for the U.S. to stop buying from China and produce these products domestically?
We all know banana publics in South America. Even though we undergo huge inflation, the price of bananas is still relatively low. Yet nobody complains that the US relies on South America for bananas.
So to understand this issue, we must remember that today’s capitalism is the financial monopoly capitalism. The capitalists in the West after five hundred imperialism and colonialism exploiting the Global South, don’t need to produce everything to have a luxurious life. The Global North can just sit on its accumulated huge capital to “finance” the global economy so it can live on interest from the capital. That’s the world economic order after WWII. The US industry was not offshored to China, it offshored first to Japan, then Japan offshored the manufacture to South Korea, Taiwan, Singapore, and Hong Kong, and finally the Four Tigers offshored manufacturing to China. This process of offshoring manufacturing has undergone for half a century already.
Since 2008, since Obama, the US has tried hard to bring manufacturing back to the US but filed. If Americans can have white-collar jobs, why let white-collar jobs become blue-collar jobs? In the 1970s, when the US offshored manufacturing to Japan, the US was very happy to celebrate the post-industrial society. The Global North can sit in the office and let the Global South toil in sweat. The Noth-South economic order since WWII has been implemented with Bretton Woods institutions, such as the World Bank, IMF, and WTO.
After China entered WTO, the North-South world order was tropicalized as Made-in-China-Comsumed-in-America. For every dollar of made-in-China one paid in shopping, only fifteen cents go to China, other eighty-five cents go to Japanese patents, European design, American brands of marketing and logistics, and retail services. The US went to post-industrial service when the service GDP was higher than the manufacturing GDP. Today,
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Capital floods in Fintech, technology advancement is first used in finance and military industry. See the green portion at the upper-right corner of the graph above? it includes the military industry.
Service is hard to offshore. One cannot use other countries’ transport for transit, and going to other countries for health services is rare. If the US can offshore service, it will, such as offshoring telemarketing to India and the Philippines.
When Americans consume, they pay more for financial services than for real goods and services. When they visit doctors, they pay more for insurance services than the medicine and doctors. When using a car for 20 years, they pay more for insurance than the purchase of the car. American consumers cannot escape the financial services, the insurance, the mortgage, etc. That’s financial monopoly capitalism.
It is letting the Global South do the labor, don’t blame the Global South for “stealing the jobs”. You cannot eat the pie and have the pie. You cannot keep the jobs without doing the jobs.
After the failures of onshoring manufacturing, the US resorted to nearshore. Such as NAFTA to have manufacturing in Mexico. The US also resorts to friendly shoring, and encourages imports from ASEAN and India. But what’s the difference? The manufacturing is not going back to the US, and it is China’s turn, following Japan and the Four Tigers, to offshore its manufacture to India and ASEAN.
The US cannot help but feed the greed of Wall Street and the military-industrial complex. It is capitalism, The political system is by the capital, for the capital, and of the capital. It is the capitalist system and the capital become monopoly.
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Many Hong Kong buildings (particularly residential apartments and hotels) have hollow, open floors that look like a big hole halfway up the building. Is there a functional reason for this or is it cultural?
The fire safety laws in Hong Kong state that buildings of 40 floors or higher are required to have a “refuge floor” built, and for every 25 floors thereafter another refuge floor is required. A refuge floor is basically an open, empty floor with bare minimum structures, and a fire sprinkler system.
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The purpose of these refuge floors is to act as a safe refuge for people to escape from fire and to gather there awaiting rescue. Another purpose of these floors is to act as a void between floors to prevent, or at least slow down, the spread of fire from lower floors to higher floors.
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If you are talking about the vertical holes in some of the buildings in Hong Kong, then they are not refuge floors. Some of them are part of the architectural design, some of them are there for Fung Shuǐ reasons, and some have the specific purpose of preventing the “screen barrier effect” – whereby the width of buildings are so wide that they act like a screen barrier and obstruct light and air flow in the area. Some also have a hole in them to minimise the effect of wind force on the building during a typhoon.
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Edit 20/9/2019: After replying to a comment from Mr. Faraone, I have added this to my answer.
Fung Shui Myth:
The hole in the building in the above image was designed specifically so that the passages of the “dragons” flying from the sea towards the hills behind, and vice versa, are not blocked. Apparently the building was built bang in the middle of the passage of the dragons and without that hike their passages would be blocked.
What are some particularly creative ways that students cheat?
In Fall 2009, Professor James Simpson of Harvard University was assigned to interview Harvard senior Adam Wheeler for his Fulbright Program application.
The Fulbright Program is an extremely competitive and prestigious fellowship program. The program pays for the selected American citizens to conduct research, study, or teach abroad. Each year, 8000 Americans receive a Fulbright grant. Recipients range from students to professional scientists and artists. Fulbright alumni have collectively won dozens of Nobel and Pulitzer Prizes.
Student applicants to the Fulbright get nominated by their school before moving on to the national level. In Wheeler’s case, this meant he had to clear the superstars at Harvard.
Before their interview, Professor Simpson looked over Wheeler’s application. It was extremely impressive. Wheeler was the author of multiple books (some in collaboration with Harvard professors), a lecturer at six academic events, a creator of Harvard courses, and a brilliant student with a nearly perfect GPA and glowing recommendations.
Simpson moved on to the personal statement. But something was off. The writing felt… familiar. After a bit of digging, Simpson found what he was looking for. Harvard professor Steven Greenblatt’s piece from Essays on General Education in Harvard College.
The piece matched almost exactly with Wheeler’s Fulbright essay. Simpson quickly called Harvard’s chair of the Fulbright nomination committee. Wheeler was notified, and he quickly and quietly left Harvard.
From there, Wheeler’s story unraveled. The personal statement wasn’t the only thing faked in his Fulbright application. The GPA was fake.
Wheeler’s records on Harvard official showed that he had transferred from MIT at the beginning of sophomore year. Due to a rocky start with a D-plus in his first semester, Wheeler had just over 3.6 GPA at the time of his Fulbright application.
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Wheeler’s self-reported transcript for his Fulbright application.
Wheeler’s self-reported transcript claimed a 3.99 GPA after three years at Harvard. He had only been at the school for two.
The recommendations were fabricated. The books were never written. The lectures never happened.
But it didn’t stop there.
David Smith, Wheeler’s resident Dean, and Jay Ellison, then head of Harvard’s Ad Board (which handles cheating) continued looking. He checked the rest of Wheeler’s file. Wheeler’s Harvard forms listed his birth year as 1987. Wheeler’s passport read 1986.
As Smith kept searching, everything about Wheeler’s identity fell apart.
On Wheeler’s application to Harvard, the transcript was fake.
The perfect SAT scores. Fake.
His resume. Fake.
The 16 AP exams. Fake.
Adam Wheeler had never even been a student at MIT.
Wheeler hadn’t even stopped after the Fulbright incident. After he left Harvard, Wheeler had applied to Stanford and Yale. Smith was notified.
Eventually, Harvard’s Police Department took over from Smith and Ellison, trekking through the web of Wheeler’s lies. Prosecutor John Verner, in early May, decided there was sufficient evidence to charge Wheeler with 20 criminal counts, including identity fraud, falsifying approval, pretending to hold a degree, and larceny.
Later that month, Adam Wheeler was arrested in his home state of Delaware.
Russia’s final warning to NATO – you’ll get your war, but it’ll be over in 15 minutes
Drago Bosnic, independent geopolitical and military analyst
We are inches away from a global thermonuclear war. And no, this isn’t a meaningless, overused catchphrase. Quite the contrary, it’s as serious as it gets. We have reached a historical boiling point. At no other time in human history have we been closer to the scenario of annihilation, not even during the so-called “Cuban” Missile Crisis. It should really be called “Turkish” or something along those lines. And it’s important to note that we’re not digressing from the topic by mentioning this.
Namely, the mainstream propaganda machine just loves maintaining its narratives that essentially whitewash the political West and denigrate the actual world. This is why the fact that the United States initiated the “Cuban” Missile Crisis by deploying nuclear-tipped missiles in Italy and Turkey back in 1961 (although some sources claim it was as early as 1959) is ever so “conveniently” forgotten. The USSR waited a full year (at the very least) to respond by placing its own missiles in Cuba.
Thus, it’s perfectly clear who initiated that confrontation. And yet, as previously mentioned, modern historiography remembers the event as the “Cuban” Missile Crisis, sending a subliminal message that it was initiated by the Soviet Union and Cuba. Why is this important? Because the same people are now telling us that Russia “escalated” the NATO-orchestrated Ukrainian conflict by “firing missiles at a democratic Ukraine”, once again “forgetting” to mention the preceding events.
In the last two days, approximately a dozen ATACMS and “Storm Shadow”/SCALP-EG missiles have been used (on the same day Moscow updated its nuclear doctrine, mind you).
So, how did the “evil Kremlin”, led by the “crazy, bloodthirsty tyrant Putin”, respond to this?
Well, not with nukes, as we’re still here, even though the doctrine allows it.
However, Russia did fire what is technically an ICBM (intercontinental ballistic missile). This marks the first time such a weapon was used in a conflict. And while ICBMs normally carry thermonuclear warheads, this one was conventionally armed. To better understand what sort of weapon this is, we have to go back a decade or so, specifically to the RS-26 “Rubezh” program that was supposed to deter NATO’s crawling aggression in Europe and the post-Soviet space.
Namely, the RS-26 was envisaged as the successor to the formidable RSD-10 “Pioneer” IRBM (intermediate-range ballistic missile). Essentially a shortened version of the three-stage RS-24 “Yars” ICBM, with one stage removed (and some other modifications), the RS-26 had a shorter range, but was no less deadly. In fact, it carried more powerful warheads than the “Pioneer” (at least four 300 kt instead of the latter’s three 150 kt ones), while also being more accurate and impossible to intercept.
This enabled it to target even massive underground command centers or any other high-priority targets across NATO-occupied Europe. However, there was a (geo)political problem with the RS-26. Namely, it was made at a time when the INF Treaty was still in force (banning all missiles with ranges between 500 and 5,500 km). So, for the RS-26 to formally comply with this, it had to have a range greater than 5,500 km. Otherwise, it would violate the INF Treaty and be designated as an IRBM.
To avoid this, it was designed to achieve a maximum range of 5,800 km, just enough to be designated as an ICBM. However, this created another problem, as it affected the New START treaty. Namely, this would force Russia to reduce the number of its, so to speak, “purebred” ICBMs such as “Yars”, R-36M2 “Voevoda” and RS-28 “Sarmat”. As a result, in 2011, the program was postponed for a period after 2027, with most resources diverted to the development of Russia’s new hypersonic weapons.
But, on April 12 this year, Moscow tested an “unnamed ICBM”. To this day, the Russian military is yet to publicly reveal the exact type of the missile launched that day. At the time, I argued that the missile was actually the RS-26, as it had striking similarities with the previously mentioned RS-24 that the “Rubezh” was actually based on, including the way it conducted wobbling maneuvers designed to confuse NATO’s ABM (anti-ballistic missile) systems, making it virtually impossible to intercept.
For seven months, no news came through about this “mysterious ICBM”. Until the early hours of November 21, that is. Initially, the Russian military didn’t reveal what missile it was, letting NATO contemplate what to do next. However, the “mysterious ICBM” was soon not only uncovered, but actually named – “Oreshnik” (“Hazel” in Russian). However, solid information about the missile is extremely scant, fueling all sorts of speculation, wild guessing and outright misinformation.
For instance, the Pentagon insists the missile that hit Dnepropetrovsk was fired from Kapustin Yar, a testing site in the Astrakhan oblast (region) in southern Russia, located over 1000 km to the east. This distance is too short for an ICBM, raising questions about the veracity of the US military’s claims. Then, videos from Kazakhstan emerged, specifically over the city of Satbayev, which is 1,500 km to the east of Kapustin Yar. Even more interestingly, some 450 km to the southeast lies Sary Shagan.
This place is home to one of the largest and most important missile test sites in the former Soviet Union, with the Russian military still using it extensively, including during the aforementioned April 12 test. It’s simply impossible to see “Oreshnik” fly over Satbayev if it was fired from Kapustin Yar to Dnepropetrovsk. However, it’s certainly possible that the missile was fired from Sary Shagan. Still, NATO doesn’t want to reveal that it flew nearly 2,400 km before hitting its targets with pinpoint precision.
Even more interestingly, videos over Satbayev also show that the missile is wobbling and maneuvering just like the “mysterious ICBM” tested on April 12, further reinforcing the notion that the “Oreshnik” could actually be a conventionally armed “Rubezh”. In addition, its maximum range exceeds 5,000 km, which puts virtually all of Europe in range. And indeed, it makes little sense to get a completely new missile if you have the “Rubezh”, as it’s already a largely finished product.
Technically speaking, there are several possibilities when it comes to the “Oreshnik”. First, it doesn’t even have to be a regular missile and could be some sort of MaRV (maneuverable reentry vehicle), MIRV (multiple independently targetable reentry vehicle), HGV (hypersonic glide vehicle), etc. or perhaps even a hybrid, with the “Rubezh” being the primary missile carrier. The “Rubezh” itself can already carry the “Avangard”, so if the “Oreshnik” is an HGV, it shouldn’t be a problem for the “Rubezh” to deploy it.
Another possibility is that the “Oreshnik” is a completely new missile (not necessarily ballistic, but likely a more advanced hypersonic, maneuvering weapon) that has its own MIRV/MaRV/HGV warheads. There are no definite claims about this at present, simply because very little is publicly known about it. However, personally, I am more inclined to believe that the “Oreshnik” is a conventionally armed HGV that can be carried by nuclear-capable ICBM/IRBMs like the RS-26 “Rubezh”.
The reason is quite simple, because why would someone make something completely new when they already have a finished project that can immediately go into production (the “Rubezh” uses the same production lines as the “Yars”)? This reinforces the notion that the RS-26 is a highly modular design which can be equipped with various types of warheads, including conventional ones. It also harkens back to President Putin’s vision of Russia’s strategic preemptive strike capabilities.
One more thing that should be noted about the “Oreshnik” is that it was certainly an overkill against the Neo-Nazi junta. Russia’s more tactical and operational level missiles could’ve easily conducted this. However, given the fact that Moscow is faced with the increasingly delusional and aggressive West, it just had to demonstrate its firepower, prompting Putin to authorize the long-range strike on Dnepropetrovsk. This is a particularly important message to both the US and EU/NATO.
In terms of the functioning of the missile’s warhead, the available footage shows at least 30 smaller projectiles divided into five groups (six in each). The lack of visible detonations (although at least one was seen) suggests these are probably advanced kinetic penetrators capable of annihilating heavily defended and dug-in positions. This means that any NATO base anywhere in Europe and/or elsewhere would be in range, but Russia wouldn’t need to rely on its thermonuclear arsenal to deter aggression.
Key European NATO Bases in Reach of Russia’s Oreshnik Hypersonic Missile
In his remarks unveiling the Oreshnik missile system on Thursday, President Vladimir Putin warned that Moscow reserves the right “to use our weapons against military facilities of those countries that allow using their weapons against our facilities.”
Russia’s new Oreshnik hypersonic ballistic missile has a 2.5-3 km/s flight speed, a 1-1.2 ton payload, is equipped with multiple independently targetable reentry vehicles, and is designated as an intermediate-range missile, which means a firing range of up to 5,500 km. During its test combat deployment against a Ukrainian military-industrial target Thursday, the Oreshnik was thought to have traveled 1,000 km or more to Dnepropetrovsk from Russia’s Astrakhan region.
Here are some key NATO facilities within reach of the new hypersonic intermediate-range missile:
Eastern Europe
Poland
Lask Air Base (home to permanent US Air Force detachment)
Home to by far the largest US garrison in Europe and the second-largest US deployment abroad, besides Japan. Home to some 35,000 troops and support personnel.
Ramstein Air Base (largest US and NATO air base in Europe, key to US operations in the region and Middle East, including the once secret US drone program)
Another key US garrison country in Europe. Jumping off and/or transit point for US and NATO military operations in the Middle East and North Africa, including the 2011 aerial aggression against Libya, which triggered a wave of migrants and refugees flooding into Europe via Italy.
Aviano Air Base (stores US nukes)
Ghedi Air Base
Naval Air Station Sigonella, Sicily
Naval Support Activity Naples (HQ of US 6th Fleet)
US Army Garrison Italy
Greece
Naval Support Activity Souda Bay, Crete
UK
Royal Air Force Lakenheath
Royal Air Force Mildenhall
Royal Air Force Alconbury/Molesworth
Royal Air Force Croughton, Fairford, Welford (common stopover site for US strike and strategic bomber aircraft)
Royal Air Force High Wycombe (RAF HQ)
Portsmouth Naval Base (home to two-thirds of Royal Navy’s surface fleet)
Spain
Rota Naval Base (permanent home to six US missile destroyers). Key strategic facility for US operations in the Mediterranean Sea.
Moron Air Base
Portugal
Lajes Air Base, Azores Islands (key NATO transatlantic logistical hub, targetable if Oreshnik can be redeployed from Astrakhan region to new launch locations somewhere west of Moscow)
This is a girl in Japan going eating, and taking a public bath in Japan. I like it because it is almost like you are there and experiencing it for yourself. A nice escape and adventure. No sexual anything. Just wholesome stuff.
(If you want the “sexy stuff” you can join her fanclub. It’s a mix of Japanese kinds of stuff. Not to my liking, but you all might want to go down that rabbit hole.)
UPDATED 7:43 PM EST — EXPLOSIONS IN KURSK AND IN ROSTOV, RUSSIA . . . CLAIM: ATACMS — AGAIN
Since about 3:00 PM eastern US time today, Saturday 23 Nov 2024, reports have been coming in saying there have been numerous explosions in Kursk, Russia. Those reports **claim** American-supplied ATACMS were used by Ukraine — again.
Other reports say “it may be Drones.”
Additional reports are also coming in claiming explosions in Rostov-on-Don, Russia.
I have received video of what is purported to be a residential area of Kursk, Russia, and the video clearly shows large flashes of light and the loud boom of a significant explosion. So the reports of “explosions” in Kursk seem to be true.
There is no official verification (yet) that the weapons used were ATACMS. I am endeavoring to grab the latest Intel on this, and will report what I find out; but here we are at 5:33 PM EST and for the past two and a half hours, multiple, consistent, reports are saying it WAS American-supplied ATACMS.
It was just two days ago that Russia responded to a different ATACMS strike, by launching a brand new ORENSHNIK Intermediate-Range Missile against Ukraine’s city of Dnipro.
If, in fact, Ukraine is once against hitting Russia with ATACMS, then clearly they didn’t learn any lesson at all from being hit with an ICBM and a larger act of retribution/deterrence might have to be delivered by the Russians.
How fast that may take place is anyone’s guess.
UPDATE 7:43 PM EST —
The explosions in Kursk ARE confirmed. It was a Ukrainian attack.
According to the Governor of Kursk, 27 Ukrainian UAVs and two “missiles” were shot down over the Kursk region.
No word on what type of “missiles.”
Beef and Rice Stuffed Bell Peppers
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Ingredients
4 to 6 large bell peppers
1 pound ground beef
1 small onion, finely chopped
1 (20 ounce) can whole tomatoes
2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
Salt and pepper, to taste
1 to 1 1/2 cups cooked rice
1 cup shredded Cheddar cheese
Grated Parmesan cheese
Instructions
Cut tops off bell peppers and remove seeds. Parboil in salted, boiling water for 4 minutes. Drain and cool.
Brown meat in skillet with onion. Drain oil.
Add tomatoes that have been mashed.
Add Worcestershire, salt and pepper. Simmer for 15 to 20 minutes.
Add rice. Simmer, stirring occasionally, for 10 minutes.
Remove from heat.
Add Cheddar cheese, stirring until melted and well blended.
Stuff mixture into peppers.
Top with Parmesan cheese.
Bake at 350 degrees F about 20 minutes or until hot.
Notes
If freezing peppers, do not bake. Wrap individually and place in a large freezer bag. Thaw well before baking.
When did you realize that your childhood was not normal?
I never had this big “aha” moment where it dawned on me all at once. But I’d say I first realized something really wasn’t right when I was around 9 or 10 years old. That’s about the age I started making friends on my own, spending time at other people’s houses without my parents also being around, etc. It was hard not to notice the differences between my house and most of my friends’ houses.
I saw parents who not only loved each other but openly expressed affection for one another. The fathers actually seemed to want to be home with their wives and kids. They certainly didn’t have random women in their lives that they openly dated and carried on with in front of their children.
Meanwhile, the mothers seemed to genuinely enjoy being mothers and to love their kids. They didn’t sit around all day pouting and drinking, alternating between ignoring their children and either yelling at them or criticizing every little thing about them. Instead, they were fun, and happy, and pretty, and generous. They smiled. They laughed. They had little busy things they liked to do with their spare time.
My friends’ mothers would even invite me to help them in the kitchen or sit and watch cooking shows with them in the mornings if I spent the night and happened to be up early. Their eyes would light up when they smiled at me. I had the impression that they genuinely liked me and enjoyed being with me. And when they’d tell me I was a pleasure to have in their homes and that I was welcome anytime, I could tell they meant it.
That’s also around the time I started lying and making up stories about how things were at home when asked about it by other people.
For example, we were always being given school assignments that required us to write about things like what our families liked to do together over the holidays or special things we did with each of our parents as far as quality time. I realized these were things that were supposed to be happening in family homes or else we wouldn’t be asked to write about them.
I also assumed the whole situation with my parents clearly not liking each other (or me) was somehow my fault, I was ashamed, and I didn’t want my teachers to know about it. So, I’d write about things my friends did with their parents as if it were me and my parents instead. Sometimes I’d just invent complete fictions that I thought sounded good — whatever I thought would make us seem normal.
And I lied to my friends, too. Like, I remember this one incident where I got a really high score on a big test — only one answer wrong — and my best friend at the time insisted my parents were going to buy me something or throw me a party to celebrate because that’s what her parents would do.
What actually happened when I showed my mother the test was she grilled me about the one wrong answer, demanding to know why I didn’t get all the answers right. So, I wasn’t praised for doing well. I was scolded for doing badly. But when I got back to school on Monday and my friends asked what kind of reward my parents treated me to over the weekend, I lied and said they threw me a giant pizza party and bought me a bunch of presents. I was too ashamed to tell them what had really happened.
Because before all this, I just thought my home and family were normal. I thought it was normal for parents not to love each other and to low-key hate their kids. I thought it was normal to just want to spend all your time alone in your room reading, and drawing, and writing, and retreating into your imagination because trying to connect with your family instead just made you feel… bad.
To this day, it’s still hard for me to think of parenthood as anything other than a waking nightmare to be avoided at all costs. There’s a part of me that will probably always worry that my parents were right to feel the way they did, to be so miserable, and to blame it on their kids. (I, unsurprisingly, never wanted children myself or had any. I didn’t want to wind up like my mom.)
As an adult, I naturally get that those things weren’t normal or healthy on any level. I logically know the situation at home between my parents wasn’t my fault and that it was very wrong of them to ever allow me to feel like it was. I also came to realize that my friends’ parents and families had problems and secrets of their own — huge ones, in some cases. They just weren’t airing out their dirty laundry in front of guests or anything.
But it’s still weird to think back on. That was a very confusing period in my life during which I felt pretty isolated and very confused. I thought I was literally the only kid in the world dealing with anything like that.
It was both a relief and a disappointment to find out that I wasn’t. I was relieved to know that I wasn’t alone and that I was far from the only kid who grew up in a dysfunctional home or had emotionally unavailable parents. But I missed believing in the fairytale that there was such a thing as a perfect family or a household where everyone got along 100 percent of the time.
Ever since I was little I wanted to explore space and explore my curiosity of a world unexplained. After I graduated high school I told my parents how passionate I was of going to college for astronomy and astronautics. They weren’t proud nor happy and thought little of the accomplishments of NASA and told me no. They were not even willing to help me pay my way through college. So I took the pain of rejection and I remember crying and looking at old books and exploration tapes because it was not fair.That’s when I decided that I was going to try anyways and I applied to the Emory-Riddle Aeronautical University. I waited for months and my father told me I received a letter, so I remember grabbing it happy and disappointed because I was too afraid to feel just one thing. I was accepted, I was literally accepted and I was finally happy with life.I studied astronautics for 4 years and was granted a chance after college to be apart The NASA Exhibition for a space launch. The date is set for March 06, 2041 that was eight months ago today. I have been in space now for six months exploring Mars, the fourth planet from the sun, that is red in color but dessert like with fridge temperatures makes Mars hard to explore. The exhibition is set to last for a year and a half hitting places like Europa and the Titan next. I wanted to be the first to try and manipulate the gravity of Mars. The closer The Space X spaceship gets to Mars the closer the camera set on shows me in this spaceship the features of Mars. I was already warned by NASA that the closer we get to Mars the worst it could potentially affect the spaceship.In each camera we see dessert grain red sand. I keep reporting in happy showing the team of the cameras that are landed on Mars. I know my parents are in NASA’s domain looking at me and my team. Until one of my team members noticed the hydro fuel that keeps are spaceship safe from Mars radiation is becoming low. Worried Jack runs to me telling the team that the hydro fuel was never made to get low because the kind of fuel affects the generator system of the spaceship. The whole team not knowing what Jack was talking about we start asking him again to explain further. He expresses that the closer we get to Mars the spaceship will blow up due to the level of radiation on Mars. The beeping starts to become erratic and the team starts to cry and NASA operator’s check in and start demanding we follow instructions. How can the best day of my life possibly be the last day of my life?NASA operators tell us to turn the spaceship around William with Cindy start quickly to change directional paths but are losing control over the system because the spaceship runs on hydro fuel which is running low. Mandie tells us there is a force filled around mars due to its lack of gravity and the hydro fuel is running to low to move the spaceship. Which meant we were stuck miles into Mars force filled of radioactive heat with nowhere to go. Soon as the hydro fuel runs out the spaceship will become un-functional. The spaceship starts to tremble and Luis is praying and i’m terrified. Jack tells us that NASA says with no place out the radiation we will soon be exposed to its toxicity in matter of hours and eventually die. I can’t feel anything but the tears falling down on my face. My parents are going to watch me die with my crew in less than 5 hours. My crew has family and kids and they are never going home again in less than 5 hours.It’s 3 hours in and two of my crew members have passed, Cindy and Maddie, Luis is wheezing bad and me and Jack are panting heavily. Its 4 hours in a Luis is finally pronounced dead I start trying to keep Jack up and NASA keeps checking in on us. He tells that I’ve always been like a brother to him and whenever he needed encouragement from his screwed life to become an astronaut I was there for him, motivating him. I told him I loved him like a brother and after I said this I watch my brother take his last breath at 4:45 pm. I cry and say Jack I’m not strong enough for this the minutes feel like hours my lungs feel like a truck it is repeatedly being run over and the smell of Mars radiation fills the spaceship. I cough and hear NASA operators asking me are you okay? we are checking in on you. And thats when I couldn’t breathe I see my vision cloud and hear the engine rumbling as I cough I can smell the smoke. I feel nothing and everything all at once. I try to mouth whisper my ‘parents’ to the NASA Operators the best I could. I want to tell them I love them and I wish I could explain my thoughts but I was becoming short of breathe and then my parents say “I hear I love you Michael we love you, your gonna be okay.”The fire from the engine room starts to blow up to the lower half of the spaceship and I know it’s only a matter of minutes before I’m engulfed by flames or dead. This makes the radiation harder and harder to breathe in. As I feel me slipping away the waves of heat touch my skin first and I’m starting to loose consciousness. The only thing I knew in this moment I was blessed to live out my dream. As young boy I was always playing with a spaceship, a space shuttle, reading space books and watching space movies. As the flames engulf me as I start to die I will forever know that dreams are real but only as real as you make them.
Beef and Mushroom Casserole
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Yield: 4 servings
Ingredients
1 pound lean ground beef
1 (5 1/2 ounce) package risotto mix with garden vegetables
1 1/2 cup sliced mushrooms
1 cup chopped red bell pepper
2 cloves garlic, crushed
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
2 tablespoons grated Parmesan cheese
1 tablespoon chopped fresh basil
Instructions
Prepare risotto mix according to package directions.
Meanwhile in a large nonstick skillet, brown ground beef, mushrooms, bell pepper and garlic over medium heat 8 to 10 minutes or until beef is no longer pink, breaking beef up into small crumbles.
Pour off drippings.
Season with salt and pepper.
Stir risotto into beef mixture.
Sprinkle with cheese and basil.
Is your last day as a police officer (before retirement) uneventful?
My last day as a police officer was June 10, 2010. I had been a member of the police department for 33 years.
On my last day I went to work at 8:00 AM, and soon after my arrival several officers came into my office to congratulate me on my retirement and to wish me luck and health. They were joined by some of the civilian staff, and a few sergeants and other commanders.
I didn’t get a lick of work done. You’d have thought I was giving out lottery tickets.
By about 10:00 AM the chief came in and shooed everyone out of my office. My chief (Mike) was a very large man, the very picture of an old time Irish American cop, with a heart of gold and a sense of humor the size of the solar system.
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When he chased everyone else out of the office, he closed my door, and turned around to face me. He had tears in his eyes. He gave me a big hug (he was not capable of small hugs), and he kissed me on my left cheek.
Then he said, “This will always be your house.”
And then he said, “Now get the hell out of here.”
Mike made my last day eventful. He died a year later, and I miss him terribly.
What are some of the most famous unsolved mysteries?
The mystery of Simpson’s predictions:
Simpsons predicted the famous Siegfried and Roy tiger attack.
Simpsons predicted that a friendly white tiger would attack two brothers when they perform in a show. The episode was telecast in 1993 and the Siegfried and Roy tiger attack happened in 2003 .
2. Simpsons predicted Facetime in 1995
Even before the internet became essential, The Simpsons telecasted a episode featuring Homer Simpson speaking with his wife visually. Apple introduced Facetime in 2010.
3. The Simpsons predicted faulty voter machines used in the 2012 US President elections
When Homer tries to vote for Barack Obama, the vote falls to John McCain. The incident turned out to be true in the elections of 2012 where Mitt Romney was the competitor for Barack Obama.
4. The Simpsons predicted the mass of Higgs Boson particle and thus discovered the existence of the God’s particle:
In the episode “ The Wizard of Evergreen Terrace” aired in 1998, Homer Simpson is a inventor and is shown to be solving an equation. That equation predicts the nano mass of Higgs Boson which was discovered in 2012.
5. The Simpsons predicted the NSA spying scandal:
In 2007, The Simpsons predicted that US people are being spied by the NSA. In that episode Marge Simpson says to her daughter that the government does not listen to anybody’s conversation. At that time a humanoid seems to record the information. The NSA spying scandal was revealed on 2013.
6. The Simpsons predicted the possibility of Outbreak of Ebola virus in America:
The Simpsons telecasted in 1997 about Ebola virus which was not popular till the 2013 Ebola virus Outbreak in America
7. The Simpsons predicted the FIFA corruption Scandal:
In March 2014, The Simpsons predicted the FIFA Corruption Scandal which was actually found out in 2015. They also predicted the finals of World Cup 2014 and the possibility of future world cup being held in a desert. The desert is Qatar where the 2022 world cup is going to take place.
8. The Simpsons predicted the Disney’s take over of 20th Century Fox:
Predicted in 1998 and happened in 2017
9. The Simpsons predicted the 9/11 attack:
This one might be a coincidence but the 9$ and the silhouette of the World Trade Center resembling 11 gives an eerie feel.
10. The Simpsons predicted the Syrian uprising:
The Syrian uprising was also talked about in the Simpsons way before it already happened.
The Simpsons also predicted the 3 eyed fish from the Japanese nuclear waste, Lady Gaga Superbowl show, The shard in London , Smart watches and many other events.
Thus, Matt Groening ( The creator of The Simpsons) is the ultimate and unsolved human prodigy.
Edit: Dipyaman Uzir and User-11191801878614068370 asked me about The Simpsons predicting the Trump as president in 2016 US elections. I have searched in the internet about this and here’s what I found.
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The Simpsons predicted it 50% right. I say it because,
The Simpsons predicted Trump in 2015, not in 2000 in the episode “Trumpastic Voyage” which was telecasted after Trump announced his presidential nomination.
In 2000, The Simpsons telecast an episode “Bart to the future” where a joke about Trump becoming the president in the future is mentioned. Since Donald Trump was flirting with the idea of making a presidential run in 1999, this is a solved mystery.
However the prediction about the electoral map still remains a mystery. The electoral map predicts the map for Mitt Romney but it became true for Donald Trump.
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.
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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.
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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:
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…
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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.
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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.
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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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BILL PAXTON DEATH IN DETAIL AT 61
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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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.
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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.
Hunter Discovers 29 Human Body Parts in the Desert
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
I once took a couple of anthropology and archeology courses at Gannon University to flush out my humanity requirements at Syracuse.
These were fun courses, and I pretty much spent all Summer digging up old relics and stuff from the past in and around Erie, PA. Lot’s and lots of “arrow heads”, “scrapers” and ancient hearths.
We would sometimes go on remote digs, perhaps an hour or two drive out of our way.
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In one such dig we encountered a few coins.
We carefully dug them up, and duly recorded them. Ah. It was a grand discovery!
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Because of their location, and the history, we suspected that a hoard must have been buried nearby. But it was getting late, so we all packed up and left.
The dig was an old 1700’s era trading center with one main house and a few low buildings. All were long gone, but we were digging there because a damming of the local stream would cause the entire location to be under water.
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We came back the next day, and some dunder-head (maybe the dig supervisors) came with a metal detector and unearthed quite a hoard.
We didn’t actually know, but given the size of the hole, perhaps 200 to 300 old coins.
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*Sigh.*
I would have loved to be part of that discovery. Now, some leach that sat by on the sidelines took the swag that we so carefully researched and dug up.
It’s like Working for a corporation in America, eh?
You do the labor. Someone else gets the swag.
*sigh*
Still, I enjoyed the experiences, and they were really fun and interesting to me. I will never forget them. If you all have an opportunity to, take a course in this kind of stuff a the local community college. You might discover how much fun that you will have. I’ll tell you what.
About 5 years ago, I was delivering food, in the Dallas area. I knocked on the door of an apartment, and a bald headed, muscular man answered. He told me the food wasn’t supposed to come there, but he didn’t seem too upset. I gathered that he had ordered for someone else, but neglected to change the address. But anyhoo, he asked if I’d like a tip. Sure! I replied. He starts digging in his wallet, and I’m expecting a couple of bucks. He pulls out a nice, crisp Benjamin ($100 bill). Now that’s a pretty generous tip, for an order that wasn’t for him in the first place. Then he starts looking, with very penetrating blue eyes, at me, and says “ Remember me. I’m Steve”.
I don’t follow wrestling, but known people who have. I believe it was Stone Cold Austin. Why he was alone in an apartment (not a luxury apartment, but not a crappy one, somewhere in the middle) in Dallas I dunno. He is from Texas (I researched him afterwards), but Victoria, on the Gulf side of the state. Perhaps he had a girlfriend there, or one of his kids, or just a hideaway, when in Dallas. The bill was genuine. It spent at the self checkout at Kroger.
The Thing (1982) | *First Time Watching* | Movie Reaction | Asia and BJ
What blew your mind today?
This.
So I was reading a book called ‘The eyes of darkness’. And another called ‘end of days’.
This book was written in 1981. (Keep this info in mind). It talks about a virus coming in 2020, from China, wuhan and some of it (not all) seems all too familiar. I just found it interesting.
Now I’m not saying the book is all correct. Maybe it’s just probability or coincidence. I think everyone has different beliefs, the virus hasn’t suddenly disappeared yet, but we’re not at the stage where the end is near.
Everyone thinks differently, I’m into conspiracy theories and bipolar doesn’t help, maybe I’m delusional. Not sure, take from it, what you will 🙂
I just posted because I thought it was interesting, it is a fictional book after all.
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Here’s the book if you want to read it. It also predicts mental health issues being the worst and the most increased in the 21st century and a bunch of other stuff which has actually happened.
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Edit: I think the comments are clearly missing my point, as usual (this is quora after all). Yes, there’s plenty of predictions and it’s probably just by chance. Yes not all of them are spot on. I never said this was fact, as it’s a fictional book. I just found it interesting ffs. Not saying you have to believe it. Maybe it’s my bipolar or too many punches I’ve had, like many rudely told me in the comments 😂
Some of these comments, which I’ve reported have been horrible and personally attacking. I didn’t know something I found interesting could offend someone that much😂😁.
I just found it interesting, calm yourself 😉
Putin SHOCKED The WORLD! Russia Dealt a Cold-Blooded BLOW on the U.S. in ARCTIC!
What are the best examples of people who have “gamed the system”?
Originally Answered: What are some of the best examples of people cheating “the system”?
This is from cracked.com, whose writers always seem to be able to find the strangest examples I could never even dream of
In the late 1960s, Leonard Casley grew way too much wheat, which could only ever be a serious problem if you live in Australia. You see, Australia had wheat quotas at the time and Hutt River (the province where Casley and other families grew) had inadvertently surpassed it, meaning they weren’t allowed to sell any of it. When they petitioned for the quota to be raised, the governor responded by saying, “No,” and filing a law to take their land away. THAT’S how serious Australians are about wheat.
In a desperate attempt to delay the legal process, the five families of Hutt River seceded from Australia under the Treason Act of 1495. This would have been as pointless as that time you were five and told your mom you were leaving home… if the government hadn’t accidentally referred to Casley as “Administrator of Hutt River Province” in official correspondence, which actually gave him legal recognition as a ruler under Australian law. Yes, in Australia, calling someone something magically turns them into that.
Taking full of advantage of the mistake, Casley declared himself His Majesty Prince Leonard I of Hutt, meaning it was now treason, under Australian law, to charge him with any crime or interfere with how he ran his new country.
Could Australia have stopped him? Sure. But by the time they got around to it, the statute of limitations had run out. So as of 1972, The Principality of Hutt River had officially seceded from Australia and stopped paying income taxes.
As of the modern day, Hutt River is still separate, while Australia treats it as a private business that doesn’t pay them taxes and just tries, really hard, to pretend it’s not there.
Jumpin’ Jack Chili
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Yield: 4 servings
Ingredients
Chili
1 cup onion, diced
1 teaspoon olive oil
1 (4 ounce) can chopped green chiles, undrained
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cumin
2 (15 ounce) cans great Northern beans, drained and rinsed
3 1/2 cups chicken broth
2 cups cooked chicken, chopped (rotisserie chicken can be used)
1 cup (4 ounces) Wisconsin Monterey Jack Cheese*, coarsely grated and divided
1 cup (4 ounces) Wisconsin Colby Cheese, coarsely grated and divided
Cook onion in hot oil in heavy stock pan (Dutch oven) over medium-high heat, stirring until tender.
Add green chiles, garlic and cumin; cook 2 minutes, stirring constantly.
Add beans and chicken broth, stirring well. Bring to boil; reduce heat, and simmer for 20 minutes.
Add chicken, 1/2 cup Monterey Jack and 1/2 cup Colby Cheese; simmer over low heat for 10 minutes more.
Ladle chili into bowls. Top each serving with remaining cheeses and desired toppings.
Notes
* Or use Pepper Jack or Jalapeño Jack
Why Eastern Europe Is Safer And Better To Raise A Family In Than The West
Who supported the military coup in Bangladesh? Did it also happen before?
Who is behind the coup? We as an outsider dont know yet.
I only notice 1 thing:
Bangladesh went to China & signed an infrastructure deal with China.
The moment she went home, she tore the deal with China & accepted a contract/agreement with India to build a bridge or something.
Case closed, we thought No, a riot/coup broke out.
Both USA & India are notorious to instigate riots/coups in other countries so as to make others bow down to them. USA, global. India, southern Asia. Both do assassination too.
History will tell us who is the culprit. Let us wait.
Sri Lanka experienced a riot too when it joined an infrastructure project with China. It took a few years before the truth surfaced, after American scholars did a research. In the case of Sri Lanka, it was India who instigated the riot. But it was USA who spread the fake news re Debt Trap. Now the Debt Trap has proven fake after 10 years. But riots/coups still can happen.
“You told me this would be a short trip. We’ve been on this wretched ship for twelve years!” Halo roared.”I know, but I broke the digital map and-“”I don’t care what happened! I paid you a good handful of money and I expected to be home long before now!”Halo had the perfect life back on Earth, but he just had to pay Mirabella almost threebillion to take him to Tariphor, the most beautiful paradise planet in the galaxy. The trip was only supposed to be nine years in total, but the journey to Tariphor had stretched out to twelve! Halo had spent most of the time in hypersleep, but they had recently hit some strange turbulence that woke him.”Sir, I told you before we left that I was only an amateur pilot. I just got out of flight school, too,” Mirabella tried to explain.”That was twelve years ago! You should be better by now, Mire,” Halo complained.
They had left Earth when Halo was only 23 years old. He had spent his golden years of life in hypersleep and he was just as close to Tariphor as he was when still on Earth’s surface.
Mirabella wasn’t that happy about it either. She was 19 when they left and, unlike Halo, had actually begun to age. She wished she could’ve been the one frozen in some fancy tank. She missed her family more than anything, wishing she could just turn around and head back to Earth, but she didn’t know which way home was anymore.
“Well, what would you like me to do about it?” Mirabella asked. She didn’t mean for it to sound as angry as it did, and was simply curious, as she had run out of things to try and was willing to do anything to get back home.
“Well, you’re the pilot. You should know what you’re doing!”
“If you don’t have anything to contribute, you can just go back to bed,” Mirabella stated flatly.
“You’re insane if you think you can tell me, the youngest self-made multi-billionaire, what to do,” Halo said, “Now, where can I get a bite to eat?”
“We ran out of food three days ago,” Mirabella admitted.
“Were you not rationing it properly?” Halo asked.
“I made food for nine years last for twelve, I think I did a fine job rationing,” Mirabella said defensively.
“What about that?” Halo asked. He pointed to a small blue cube placed on the chair next to Mirabella’s. He had never seen anything like it, but it looked a little like Jell-O. He hoped it was edible. After all, the backlash of waking up from hypersleep gave him quite the appetite.
“Don’t you dare try to eat him. he’s some sort of space creature, not food. I think he’s sleeping,” Mirabella said.
“It looks delicious.”
“You’ll probably flip your organs inside-out if you eat him. Then, I’ll have to find a way to revive you, and suddenly kill you again for your stupid decision… After that, I’ll revive you a second time since I really don’t want to be alone in the endless abyss of space.”
“Could you even do that?”
“Not at all. In reality, you’d just stay dead,” she shrugged.
“How did this thing even get on the ship?” Halo asked.
Just as Halo was finished speaking, the blue Jell-O like creature, opened its eyes. They were huge, covering half the creature’s boxy face. It hopped up onto Mirabella’s shoulder.
“I let him in,” Mirabella said.
“What if that creature tries to kill us?” Halo asked.
“He’s, like, five inches tall. How would he?” she asked.
Halo eyed the creature warily. He didn’t really trust the thing, but Mirabella was right; it was small and Halo knew he could easily overpower it if he needed to.
“At least tell me you didn’t name it,” Halo said.
Mirabella didn’t answer.
“Oh my God, why? Why in the world would you name it?” Halo asked.
“I call him Berry,” Mirabella admitted, fiddling with her hands.
The creature, Berry, looked up at Mirabella when he heard his name. Halo watched as the creature snuggled down and began to purr. He had to admit that Berry was cute, but that still didn’t mean he trusted the thing.
“You shared our food with it,” Halo said.
“I couldn’t just let him starve!” Mirabella replied.
“I mean, you could’ve. Then at least I would have something to eat,” Halo said. Halo was a little upset that Mirabella cared more about feeding a space creature than a human that paid her three billion dollars.
“Come on, just look at him, he’s so cute,” Mirabella said. Mirabella picked the creature up off of her shoulder and held it in her hands.
“I don’t see it,” Halo said.
Suddenly, a loud buzzer went off and the ship started to flash red.
“What in the world is happening!” Halo shouted over the buzzer.
“I don’t know, the ship hasn’t acted like this since the map broke!” Mirabella shouted back, “I need you to hold him.” She passed Berry over to Halo who took it slowly and held it as far away from his body as possible.
Mirabella rushed over to the control panel and began to fidget with the levers and buttons. Halo approached her slowly, still holding Berry at arm’s length, to watch.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I can’t tell, just give me a sec,” Mirabella replied.
At that point, Berry hopped out of Halo’s hands and landed on a small square button. Suddenly the sound stopped, though the lights of the ship were still flashing.
“I know what it is,” Mirabella said.
“What, what is it?” Halo asked, dying to know.
“We’re almost out of fuel, the ship is warning us that we need to find somewhere to land,” Mirabella explained.
Halo looked around the ship and through the large windows. Outside all he saw was blackness, stars, and the occasional comet, not of which were big enough for their ship.
“How can we do that, there is nothing but space out there!” Halo shouted.
“Duh there is nothing but space. We’re in space, Halo!” Mirabella shouted in response.
“We’re going to crash, we are going to crash and I am going to die. I still had my whole life ahead of me. Finding a partner, raising a family, adopting a hundred and one cats just because I can,” Halo complained. He began to pace back and forth, rushing his hands through his hair as he spoke.
“You’re probably right,” Mirabella said, “I don’t think there is any way for us to survive this.”
“That’s not what I wanted to hear!” Halo shouted. He paused from the pacing to face Mirabella, “Instead of living out my perfect life, I am going to die in space. With nothing but you and that creature to keep me company.”
“Well, what do you suggest we do instead?” Mirabella asked.
“I don’t know Mire, I’m not a pi- hold on what is that thing doing?”
Mirabella turned to see than Berry’s Jell-O like skin was changing from blue to red. He was also growing.
“He’s never done that before,” Mirabella admitted.
They stood back as Berry grew more and more until he went from 5 inches tall, to 5 feet. The thing was huge.
“What do we do, what do we do?” Halo asked, quickly hiding behind Mirabella.
Mirabella slowly walked up to Berry with her arm outstretched. The cube eyed her cautiously as she reached out and placed her hand on its head. That must have really ticked him off because his skin began to change quickly between colors, and it seemed to scream out in pain. Mirabella quickly backed up to the edge of the ship were Halo was cowering.
“What did you do?” Halo shouted.
“I just touched him,” Mirabella said.
“That’s it, we’re going to die,” Halo said.
“Yes, we already agreed on that.”
“Mire, we need to get outta here,” Halo said.
“We can’t leave Berry though, he’s my friend!” Mirabella said.
“Your friend is a space monster, now come on!” Halo announced.
He grabbed her hand and yanked her through the ship’s door to the hypersleep pods. He quickly locked the door behind him and only seconds later they heard a Jell-O like squish banging on the door over and over.
“Alright, what’s the plan?” Halo asked.
“Maybe we can just let Berry in and the three of us can talk it out,” Mirabella suggested.
“Mire, I’m not sure if you’ve realized this or not, but that thing is trying to murder us,” Halo said.
“He’s just scared,” Mirabella said.
“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time, that thing is trying to murder us!” Halo said, his voice rising until he was shouting at her.
“This is all your fault. If you had never woken up, Berry wouldn’t be so upset,” Mirabella stated.
“My fault, you think this is my fault? You were the one that woke me up when you hit turbulence, you have no one to blame but yourself,” Halo replied.
“Maybe you should have been nicer to Berry.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have brought on a weird space creature.”
“Maybe you should-” before she could finish, the door was knocked down and the giant, now green, Berry bounced into the room.
“What do we do, and don’t try and approach it again, that just made it angrier,” Halo said.
“Hey, Berry,” Mirabella said, “How are you buddy. I know that Halo can be kinda mean sometimes-”
“Hey!”
“Shut up,” she whispered harshly before continuing, “But just because he’s a little mean, it doesn’t mean you should kill him. We can talk through this, I just need you to shrink back down, okay buddy?”
The creature took a step closer to the two humans. Halo grabbed Mirabella’s hand and tried to pull her back to him, but she stayed standing in front of Berry.
“I don’t think this is working…” Halo said.
“What do you suggest we do instead, we are going to die anyway, either by this creature or by crashing!” Mirabella shouted.
“So we should just give up?” Halo asked.
“Why not? It’s not like we have anything left to fight for. Even if by some miracle we manage to get out of this, we still have no idea how to get home,” Mirabella said.
“We can figure that out,” Halo said. He couldn’t explain this sudden spark of hope came from, but he really didn’t want to die here, especially at the hands of a blue cube. He wished he would have thrown out the cube while it was still small, but it was too late now for ‘what if’s.’
“I’m gonna let him eat me,” Mirabella said. She yanked her hand away from Halo’s grasp and stood her ground.
“You’re gonna what?” Halo asked, shocked.
“I let him onto this ship, the least I can do for it is provide him with a final meal,” Mirabella said.
“What about your family?” Halo asked, trying to convince her to stay.
“It’s been twelve years! Halo, what’s even the point of going back, nothing will be how it was. People have probably forgotten all about us,” Mirabella said.
“How could anyone forget about me?” Halo asked.
“Halo, listen, we don’t have a plan to get back to Earth. We don’t have a plan to land the ship. We don’t have a plan to calm down Berry-”
“We could kill him,” Halo suggested.
“We are not killing him. My point is, in the last moments of our life, we might as well do something for this little creature.”
“I wouldn’t call him little anymore.”
“Are you with me or not?” Mirabella asked.
She held out her hand for Halo to take. This was insane! He couldn’t believe that he was actually thinking about joining her. Mirabella was crazy to even want to let Berry eat the two of them, and yet, Halo couldn’t stop himself from grabbing her hand.
Mirabella smiled before the two of them turned to face Berry. Halo closed his eyes as they walked towards the creature. He could feel himself being absorbed into it before he lost all control over his body and blacked out.
Halo awoke with a gasp, he was breathing heavy. Did he really just do that? Was he dead? Was this heaven? He was sitting in a bed, hospitalized. He looked around the see Mirabella was laying in the bed next to him. There were wires and tubes all around them, some of them going into his body.
Then Halo spotted it. Berry was sitting on the nightstand, once again five inches tall. He had taken back his original blue color and was staring up at Halo. Where was he? Had this all just a dream?
The door to the room opened and a doctor walked in holding a clipboard.
“Ah, Mr. Tharen, you’re up,” the doctor said.
“Please, call me Halo, and can you explain to me what happened?” Halo asked.
“Of course,” she began to walk around the room, checking the tubes and making small notes of her clipboard, “It’s been fourteen years since you left Earth, though, by the looks of it, you barely aged a day. Most people here thought that you were dead, died in a crash or something, but two weeks ago, this creature-” she nodded her head over to Berry- “brought you back. We’ve been reviving you and Miss Miller ever since.”
“You mean to tell me that creature… saved me?” Halo asked.
“Yes, it appears to have a soft spot for you. It never even left your side. Tell me, are you feeling alright? Do you need anything?” the doctor asked.
“Just some water,” Halo said.
The doctor left. Halo turned and stared at Berry who just stared back blankly. A small smile appeared on Halo’s face.
“Thanks,” he whispered, “Thanks for bringing us home.”
Neocons closer than ever to war with Iran
People say that there is more oil production under Biden and then there was under Trump. But if that’s the case why are our energy prices and gas prices so high?
There was once a time where doe-eyed Americans thought that capitalism was a just system that rewarded hard work and innovation. Supply was dictated by demand. Seemed simple, right?
Then Ronald Reagan came along and lowered corporate taxes from 70% to 28%. The theory was that companies would make more money and those profits would “trickle down” to the consumers.
What ACTUALLY happened was that corporations could now set whatever prices they wanted and the rich could store their wealth in offshore tax havens. The money would get to the top and be shipped overseas, only to be used by the wealthy to influence policy, and further exploit the worker in exchange for lavish lifestyles and ridiculous qualities of life.
The government continues to subsidize oil companies despite them posting record profits year after year. Why is the government doing this? Hmm….
Gas and oil prices can come down 30% and the suppliers would still make a profit, but the consumers would enjoy a better quality of life. That’s not what the rich want. They want more. It doesn’t matter if the poor suffer, they’re getting theirs.
The president has nothing to do with gas prices other than to propose policies to congress that would regulate those prices more… but then lobbyists come along and petition representatives to ignore regulations and increase tax cuts. trump cut taxes to companies from 35% to 21% and we lost 2–3 trillion dollars (depending on who you ask) from the budget. That money went straight to the top, but congress will tell you that adding 2 trillion to the federal budget in the form of healthcare and student loan forgiveness is unsustainable.
Bernie has only been perfectly correct for about 45 years now.
MM’s latest works
Still playing around. Lots of nudes, and trying to mess around a bit with historical themes.
Angels…
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Ancient Chinese rulers…
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Crete and cooking…
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Female Bacchus….
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Same theme, but at a pool taking orders from a cat.
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Now as a man, instead of a woman…
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Russia successfully tests ” Burevestnik ” global range cruise missile, US panics
Why is China so obsessed with conquering Taiwan when Taiwan is a peaceful country that just wants to be left alone and has never done anything bad to China?
Widely perceived as the pinnacle work of Chinese imperial garden and palace design, the Old Summer Palace was known for its extensive collection of gardens, its building architecture and numerous art and historical treasures. Constructed throughout the 18th and early 19th centuries, the Old Summer Palace was the main imperial residence of Qianlong Emperor of the Qing dynasty and his successors, and where they handled state affairs..
This was looted and destroyed by the joint Anglo-French expedition in 1860 in the opium wars of the British against the Chinese. If you visit a French or English museum, one can count how many of those museum items came from the Old summer Palace. It is difficult to grasp the implication of this by just looking into the ruins in the picture. This is almost an equivalent of destroying an area and significance almost as big as the National Mall in Washington with all its buildings including the White House.
Here is a reconstruction of what might the Old Summer Palace looks like today if it was not destroyed.
In 1890, 35 years after the destruction of the Yuanming Yuan (圆明园) (the Chinese name of the Old summer palace), Japan seized the opportunity of the weaken Qing China and seized Taiwan and repeatedly attacked China all the way to WW2.
2.) Do you know why the Chinese authorities did not attempt to rebuild this place even today with all the wealth by China? Nor did the authorities convert this valuable real estate into something profitable development area. This is to teach the Chinese and future Chinese descendants how much the country was humiliated and suffered by foreign powers when the country was very weak. See that green area here, all of those are part of the old summer palace. That is how valuable this real estate is relative to its surroundings.
The Chinese diaspora to all over the world in the late 1800s to early 1900s, is the testament of how much the Chinese people are suffering by foreign hands.
3.) In 1949, a glimmer of hope arose in China and unified once again this ancient culture. A peasant named Mao Zedong, against all odds was able to unify China after the bloody Civil war. It took almost a century from the Opium wars until in 1949 that there was a sense of unity and hope in this ancient land.
4.) In 1950, Mao tried very hard to recover Taiwan from the retreating Nationalist forces, but the Korean war erupted and US and UN forces pushes all the way to Yalu river and war was knocking in China doorsteps. The Chinese leadership was forced to respond to the Korean war. Thus the campaign to recover Taiwan was pushed back. The Korean war, and the loss of mainland China to the communist, lead to an isolation of China from the 1950s to 1970s.
5.) Fast forward today in 2021, Taiwan is still not reunited to China. Foreign forces are still colluding to make Taiwan separate from China. This collusion of foreign forces, the Anglos, the Japanese and now the US, is the same theme as it was when Qing China was attacked, bullied and humiliated in the Opium wars.
Sure some or most young Chinese within China or the descendants of the Chinese diaspora outside China do not care anymore with this historical event that happened 170 years ago. But if you talk to Chinese parents or grandparents how their parents and grandparents suffered because of this foreign humiliation, you will realize almost all Chinese two to four generations ago suffered so much and paid dearly to unite China. Personally, I will never forget how my grandfather told me his story that they have to remove the leather of the shoes, put some water to have something to eat during those Japanese invasions. He told me this story when I was 10 or 11 years old, and I also tell this to my children. They sacrificed so much for us Chinese descendants to have better lives than they had. These kind of stories are repeated in millions of Chinese.
The division of China and Taiwan is the reminder of the imperialism of foreign powers. The remaining symbol of suffering of the Chinese people. This is even visible with North and South Korea, which echo the same thing, division of people of same culture because of foreign imperialism.
So these are the historical, cultural and emotional reasons why Taiwan must be reunited to China. It is the remnant of the humiliation and suffering of the Chinese people from foreign powers. Uniting Taiwan back to China will provide a closure of this painful past.
Joe Rogan: “What They Just Found Hidden In Egypt SHOCKED U.S. Scientists”
Can’t the Chinese feel their lack of freedom?
I am a Chinese national. George Orwell’s novel *1984* paints a bleak picture of a totalitarian regime. My son first encountered this novel in the fifth grade. He gave up after reading only 15 pages. He told me that the book felt overwhelmingly gray, like the color of concrete, which left him feeling depressed and unable to continue.
If you’ve read this novel, you can always sense the oppressive nature of totalitarianism through its myriad details: the dilapidated living conditions, the meager food rations, the extreme control over language, the state-level lies, and the eradication of sexual desire.
This book is perhaps revered by anti-communists worldwide. During the Soviet era, it was lauded as a vivid portrayal of Stalin’s rule. After the Soviet Union’s collapse, it has occasionally been used by critics of China as a metaphorical critique.
Coincidentally, today marks the first sunny day in my city, Xuzhou, after several days of heavy rain. The blue sky and sunshine felt especially precious after the long spell of gloom. While driving to the supermarket at noon, I noticed several pedestrians taking photos of the Xuzhou sky with their phones. I joined them, taking pictures at every traffic light.
Interestingly, these photos inadvertently captured street scenes of Xuzhou. Let’s compare Orwell’s depiction with these freshly taken photos (just two hours ago) and see if you can find any hints of “China lacking freedom” in them(Since I took the photos through my car window, the UV-protective glass filtered some of the sunlight, making the colors in the images appear slightly darker).
I was driving on Zhongshan Road in downtown Xuzhou, named in honor of Sun Yat-sen, the founder of the Republic of China. Yes, the same Dr. Sun Yat-sen whom the Taiwanese refer to as the “Father of the Nation.” You can see the Audi and Volkswagen cars in front of me, both with green license plates. In China, there are three colors for license plates: blue for gasoline-powered cars, yellow for trucks, and green for electric vehicles (EVs). In my city, EVs are rapidly replacing traditional gasoline cars. Ordinary Chinese people have dozens of car brands to choose from.In recent years, promoting environmental protection, ecological preservation, and love for the Earth has been one of the primary focuses of the Chinese government’s public campaigns through all forms of media:
The square building on the right is the largest bookstore in our city. The first to seventh floors are open to the public, while the upper floors are office spaces. The bookstore is called “Xinhua Bookstore,” which means “New China Bookstore.” It is currently the largest bookstore chain in China. This place holds the fondest memories of my childhood; I always asked my father to take me there every weekend to read, though we rarely bought any books because we were very poor. Nowadays, children don’t see buying books as a joyful experience. To attract more visitors, this bookstore has dedicated areas for foreign imports and textbooks, along with numerous seating areas, bakeries, and cafes where customers can sit on sofas, enjoy some cake, and read books:
This 52-story skyscraper is the tallest building in Xuzhou. It is designed as five skyscrapers of varying heights arranged in a specific pattern. The other four buildings, which are only 15-20 stories tall, are obscured by the taller structures. This design was inspired by the shape of Buddha’s hand in Buddhist tradition. The skyscraper is a commercial complex that includes a hotel, shopping mall, dining center, office spaces, an ice rink, a cinema, and more. It is the fashion hub of Xuzhou. Some film companies occasionally recruit fashionable girls there. The building is named “Suning Tower.” “Suning” means “sun” in English, and in Chinese, it signifies “peace in Jiangsu Province.” The investor, a large home appliance retail chain, is based in the capital of Jiangsu Province.
At night, the entire glass facade of Suning Tower transforms into a screen, displaying commercials and messages of love throughout the night. Yes, if you spend some money, you can have your girlfriend’s photo or name projected onto this giant screen, letting the whole city see your love for her:
The black skyscraper in the center of the image is currently under construction. This building is being funded by the famous Chinese food company “Yurun Group.” Unfortunately, shortly after completing the podium, the group experienced a financial crisis and filed for bankruptcy protection. This left the skyscraper’s fate uncertain. After a two-year halt in construction, a government-funded investment company took over the project and partnered with the renowned Chinese commercial enterprise “DeJi” for its development. As a result, the building was rapidly completed and is now set to open soon. With approximately 60 floors, it will surpass Suning Tower to become the tallest building in Xuzhou:
I checked the temperature, and it’s 37 ℃ outside the car. When I was a child, this would have been unimaginable. The many days of heavy rain haven’t cooled the weather. As soon as the sun comes out, the temperature quickly rises to an unbearable level:
The building on the left is the city’s “University Student Entrepreneurship Service Center.” Xuzhou is home to several universities, including China University of Mining and Technology, Jiangsu Normal University, Xuzhou Medical University, Jiangsu University of Technology, and Xuzhou Institute of Technology. Each year, a large number of graduates are welcomed. The government encourages them to use the skills they acquired in university to start small businesses. Most students receive loans based on their business plans, with varying amounts of funding. These loans, provided by the government, come with low or zero interest rates, aiming to help young entrepreneurs develop competitive businesses. Key industries in Xuzhou include pharmaceuticals, construction machinery, and polysilicon:
The Current Status of the Deji Plaza Construction:
On the left side, you’ll find a hotel and an art school. The high-rise on the right is a continuing education college affiliated with a university. Since the main campus is located far from the city center, the university has rented this building in the city to make it more convenient for students to attend classes during their spare time:
One of the businesses is a travel agency called “International Travel Agency,” indicating that it handles outbound travel services. The other is a store that specializes in selling “wǔ liáng yè,(五粮液)” a renowned Chinese brand of liquor. This is a high-proof spirit:
Crossing this intersection leads to Jianguo Road, the financial district of Xuzhou. The street is lined with banks, numbering in the dozens. In China, banks are categorized into three types: state-owned banks, private banks, and foreign banks. The tiered building visible in the photo is a branch of the Agricultural Bank of China in Xuzhou.
The pink high-rise behind it, along with the surrounding streets, is Xuzhou’s computer products district. During the PC boom, the pink building was a favorite spot for local youth. Many young people, obsessed with the internet, would play games at night and sleep during the day. Some restaurants capitalized on this trend by staying open late to cater to those working in the internet industry. Although PCs have been replaced by mobile internet and business in the computer district has declined, the nearby restaurants continue to thrive and have become one of Xuzhou’s popular food districts:
Xuzhou Metro Line 2’s “Xima Tai Station.” Xuzhou currently has six metro lines, with three already in operation and the other three under construction. Additionally, there are plans for four more lines that are currently under government review. In China, only the State Council has the authority to give final approval for metro projects. This is because metro construction requires a substantial investment, and once operational, it necessitates ongoing large expenditures. As a public transportation system, it may not be profitable. Therefore, only cities that meet stringent criteria in terms of size, population, economic output, and traffic volume are eligible to apply for metro projects.
The name of this metro station is “Xì Mǎ Tái,(戏马台)” which is a historical site. About 2,200 years ago,Xiàng Yǔ(项羽), a renowned monarch and tragic hero of the Han Dynasty, trained his war horses on a nearby hill. Since then, the phrase “training war horses in the cold autumn wind” has become a well-known Chinese idiom. In Chinese, this story is written as “秋风戏马,(qiū fēng xì mǎ)” which evokes the image of a hero, aware of his inevitable failure, preparing diligently with his horses amidst the chilly autumn wind, ready to face the battle without fear of death:
This is the “Street Police Station” in Xuzhou. This small glass booth serves as a police station and is set up at several major intersections. There are three main purposes for these stations:(1)They enable quick dispatch to handle emergencies and sudden incidents.(2)Each station is equipped with multifunctional computer systems where citizens can manage various personal affairs, such as reporting or applying for an ID card, handling traffic accident reports, obtaining government documents, applying for passports, and dealing with driving-related matters.(3)They also provide amenities like hot water, common medications, air pumps, umbrellas, and reading glasses for the public’s use.
I am familiar with these police stations because they have a fourth function: traffic violation education. I once forgot to wear a helmet while riding my electric bike and was required by the police to attend a 40-minute traffic safety education session via online video at this station. Sometimes, people must also complete an online test on their phones before they are “released”:
After turning left at the intersection, I entered Liberation Road. The Yellow River crosses this road, and China’s first major east-west railway line, the “Longhai Railway,” also runs across it. Consequently, a bridge and a railway underpass have become major traffic congestion points. A few years ago, the Xuzhou city government constructed an overpass that spans above both the Yellow River Bridge and the Longhai Railway Bridge, effectively alleviating the traffic congestion in the area.
During the construction of the overpass, there was a small “protest.” Before the new overpass could be built, an old bridge over the Yellow River, known as the “Dike Bridge,” needed to be demolished. The name “Dike Bridge” carried historical significance. However, after the new bridge was completed, the government named it something new. Local residents disagreed and prevented the construction workers from installing the new nameplate. In the end, the government yielded to the protest and restored the name “Dike Bridge” out of respect for its historical importance:
I originally planned to capture images of drug users, robbers, people urinating in public, slums, and thieves in Xuzhou. Unfortunately, I can’t photograph things that don’t exist. So, I ended up taking random photos and sharing an overview of an ordinary city in China with you. I apologize!
p.s.
My city, Xuzhou, is a tragic city. Historically, over 400 battles took place here among all the wars in China. It has been a military stronghold and a core area contested by ancient emperors. A Yuan Dynasty poet once described Xuzhou in his poem:
古徐州形胜,消磨尽、几英雄!
想铁甲重瞳,乌骓汗血,玉帐连空,
楚歌八千兵散,料梦魂应不到江东。
空有黄河如带,乱山回合云龙。
汉家陵阙起秋风,禾黍满关中。
更戏马台荒,画眉人远,燕子楼空。
人生百年如寄,且开怀,一饮尽千锺。
回首荒城斜日,倚栏目送飞鸿。
This is the translated version:
From ancient times, Xuzhou’s location has meant it could never escape the ravages of war. Countless heroes have lost their lives here!
The general, clad in iron armor and riding a host of prized horses, had barracks so vast they seemed to stretch into the clouds. When his soldiers fell, his own spirit could not return home, leaving only the Yellow River and a mountain rising like a dragon in the clouds, here in Xuzhou.
The Han Dynasty emperors’ tombs were constructed in the chill of autumn winds, and no one can ultimately escape their fate.
The high platform where the hero once played with his war horses has been desolate for a thousand years. The passionate beauty has long passed away, and the grand tower where she waited for her lover now stands empty.
Life feels like staying at an inn. Why not drink joyfully and have a thousand cups? After becoming drunk, look back at the endless wilderness beyond the city walls, and as the sun sets, lean on the railing and watch the distant wild geese depart.
“You’re Being Slaughtered & You Don’t Realize It!” – US Dollar Collapse
This insight is gold. 2008 was when it all hit.
What if I think China is a genius for winning the Korean War by gaining territorial claims to Korea?
On November 25, 1950, the U.S.-ROK allied forces occupied half of the Korean Peninsula and were about to reach the Yalu River border between China and North Korea.
On July 27, 1953, the Chinese and North Korean allied forces again drove the U.S. and South Korean allied forces south of the 38th parallel.
The Chinese People’s Volunteers (CPV) started at the Yalu River and ended at the 38th parallel. This was a very successful victory.
The death data of 197,653 Chinese soldiers is indeed greater than the death data of 54,246 US military personnel. The death data of Chinese soldiers is 3 times that of the US soldiers.
But is the death figure of 197,653 Chinese soldiers smaller than the total US+UN (non-human) death figure of 683,079?
I’m not good at math and can’t tell the difference between the size of the numbers, so I invite netizens to compare. 😅
In addition to American soldiers, those who participated in the Korean War included soldiers from South Korea, the UK, Canada, Turkey, Australia, the Philippines, New Zealand, Thailand, Ethiopia, Greece, France, Colombia, Belgium, South Africa, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg.
Soldiers other than the US military were not human beings. They were completely wiped out by the Chinese People’s Volunteers (CPV) and were not worth mentioning at all. 🤣
All I know is that by the time the Chinese People’s Volunteers (CPV) entered the Korean battlefield on November 25, 1950, the North Korean army had suffered most of its casualties.
most of the battles after November 25, 1950 were fought by the Chinese People’s Volunteers (CPV) .
“Who would believe that I, the great Lish Ryn, would be brought to my knees by the little Nadyr?”Telen Fogg, the tall android sighed. “Lish. How many times have you said that exact same thing? Look. So what if Nadyr got the Zarkot first? My friend,” Telen smiled, “this can only be good. We can easily steal the Zarkot back from him. It’s most likely in his ship, the Angyl, and it probably isn’t even protected.”Lish spun her pilot’s chair away from the cockpit’s window and faced Telen. Her long, golden hair framed her face. With the combination of her hair and bright green eyes, she stood out against the white leather and silver computers behind her. “And how do you propose we do that?” Her voice was flat, angry. “I am completely tired of being humiliated and undermined by that Bos’ii snake! He took my Zarkot and left me stranded in a tree!”Telen chuckled. “He may be a Bos’ii snake, but he is not a wise one-““No, he is!” Lish thundered. “Every plan, every scheme I have, he somehow finds out about it… and every time, he brings it to ruins! I wonder how that happens?”“Lish, please don’t tell me you suspect me?”
“I-” Her gaze jerks up to glimpse a flash of color dart behind one of the navigational devices at the back of the room. “Vorrha?” She asked, incredulous. “I wouldn’t have imagined you to be the traitor in the midst.” This, of course, was rather likely, as the only crew members on the Aalya Meriet were herself, Telen, and the humanoid mechanic Vorrha. It was possible that Telen was the information leak, or Nadyr had planted a spy-droid on the ship, but Telen was very dedicated to Lish, and Nadyr rarely had access to the ship to plant a droid. It was doubtful that Nadyr even had that type of technology. The planet Jayjar was located in the farthest corners of space, hardly touched by the technological advances of the planets Mirima or Qud, and Nadyr never left Jayjar. The only suspect could be Vorrha, and she was hardly being sly about it either. She had no reason to sneak about the very ship that she repaired daily.
Vorrha slunk out from behind the computers, and the small hominid shriveled under Lish’s glare. “Nadyr offered Vorrha m-money, more than Captain Lish could. Vorrha needs the moneys, you see, b-because Vorrha’s mother needs the treatment for the sickness.” She stammered. “Vorrha is so sorry.”
Lish growled quietly. “A little meelvat in our midst, taking precious information and leaking info to Nadyr. I would throw you into space from the airlock, but I’m not that heartless. No, I think I’ll drop you off on Arboga, maybe in-”
“Lish.” Telen muttered.
“What do you need, Telen?”
“There’s an incoming ship on the radar. Big one.”
“Nadyr’s?”
“No, bigger. Could it be-”
Lish shoved him aside. “It could be the Narrtor, Kon Laari’s ship.”
Telen’s face paled. “The Kon? Here? He must be thousands of miles from the planet Okrak!”
Kon Laari Antrus, the cyborg crime lord, or The Kon as he was known by many, was the leader of the galaxy’s largest criminal organization. He was head of the Antrus Clan, a group of thieves, pirates, and smugglers. Okrak, a dry, mountainous planet, about three thousand miles from Arboga, was his home. It was rare that Laari left that area, generally sending off his minions to do his work.
But for some reason, it was his personal space cruiser, the Narrtor, that Telen saw.
The comm crackled to life and an authoritative voice could be heard faintly. “Aalya Meriet, this is the pilot of the Narrtor. Please prepare to be boarded.”
Vorrha dropped her head into her hands, muttering some type of prayer in her native language.
“What are we gonna do?” Telen asked. “Maybe we could light up the engines and fly out of here-”
The comm hissed again. “Any signs of resistance or attempts to escape will be taken as a threat and the Aalya Meriet will be annihilated.”
The large hatch of the landing dock opened, and the pilot of the Narrtor took over the auto-controls of the Aalya, steering her into the landing dock. The gate hissed shut behind them.
“Trapped like a fly in a Cath spider’s web,” Lish muttered. “Stuck… Our only hope of escaping is to play along with this. See what Laari Antrus wants, give him it, and get out of here.” With a short, decisive motion, she pressed the button to open the loading hatch below. “Compliant, that’s the look we’re going for.”
Vorrha whimpered quietly.
The sound of footsteps quickly grew loud, and in seconds, a group of five men, four carrying guns and the fifth a data pad, came into the cockpit. The man with the data pad glanced up. “Yes. Those are the ones. Seize them.” The armed men grabbed Telen and Lish by the arms. “Comply, or be shot,” the tall one, who seemed to be the leader, continued.
Lish’s face was red. “On what grounds can you arrest me? I am Lish Gir’ryn, best pilot in the galaxy, not some girl to by toyed with!”
The leader glanced down at his pad again. “Lish Gir’ryn? And, I assume, Telen Fogg. And whoever that little mouse is. You, Ryn and Fogg , are both under arrest,” he paused to clear his throat, “by order of the great Kon Laari Antrus. Do not speak again, unless you would like to be killed.”
Lish was bursting with fury, but she kept her angry words to herself.
The trio was marched not towards the top of the ship, where the ship’s cockpit was, but towards the back.
“Where are you taking us?” Lish asked, both frustrated and curious.
The head of the guards, or whoever the tall man that was leading them was, frowned. “Towards the prison deck. Where else would we be taking you?”
“But why?” Telen burst out. “Why are we being arrested? What have we done to anger Kon Laari?”
The tall man with the data pad sighed, and glanced down to read the arrest warrant. “The smugglers Lisk-” he paused, closely scrutinizing the pad. “Lish Ryn and Telen Fogg are under arrest for inhibiting and interfering with the business of Kon Laari Antrus. He personally came to oversee their capture.
“It is by Antrus’ law,” he continued, “that all smugglers, robbers, pirates, and any others involved in criminal dealings are under arrest by the Kon and are sentenced to three years of work in the planet Okrak’s mines. I, Timothy Halos, have been placed in charge of these dealings.”
“Why is he capturing all of the… hard workers?” Lish asked.
Timothy frowned. “I have not been given leave to reveal that information.”
“Oh, what a shame,” Lish spoke smoothly. “Second only to the Kon and yet, still rules being placed on what you can and cannot say?”
“I- I must obey Antrus.”
“Yes… but, well, I don’t see Antrus around.”
“I cannot speak of something the Kon has forbidden me to speak of.” But there was a slight hesitation in his voice, as if he really did want to speak.
“No one’s here to tell Antrus.”
The guards escorting the prisoners exchanged glances, but said nothing.
Timothy sighed. “Very well, but you must not tell anyone. Antrus’ plan is strictly confidential. He is searching for a type of stone, or mechanical device- none can say which -but he heard that a smuggler in the Outer Reaches had gotten hold of it. He began to capture and arrest any criminals he came across, hoping that one would have it. He did this under the pretense of ‘cleaning up our galaxy.’ Of course, he told me, his most trusted advisor, what was truly happening.”
Lish, of course was quite pleased, as her plan to get information was going quite smoothly. “A stone? Why a stone?”
“Not just any stone. It’s the Zarkot.”
Lish scrunched her face up, as if confused. “The Zarkot… I know I’ve heard the name somewhere. Tell me more!”
Timothy Halos was blind to the fact that Lish was easily dredging up information from him. “The Zarkot is a stone said to posses magical powers, or extremely advanced technology.”
Lish changed her expression to in awe. “Really? What can it do?” Of course, she already knew how it worked, she just wished to see how much he knew.
“Many things. It is said to be a translator, able to detect different alien languages and make them understandable to the superior humans. It can command other ships’ controls, many at once, even if the ship that is overriding them does not have the technology to countermand other ships, and it even-” he stopped. “Ah! We have arrived!” With a flourish, he opened the door. “Welcome to Cell Block B, your new temporary home.” He turned to the guards. “Escort them to the nearest empty cell. That should be B7 or B8. I will be taking my leave to go report back to Antrus.” The guards nodded their heads to Halos. They drug Telen, Lish, and Vorrha through the doorway and down the hall to cell B7. “Hope you enjoy your new home,” one of them grunted, shoving them into the room and slamming the heavy iron door behind them.
“Well. That was rather intersecting,” Lish said, in surprisingly high spirits.
Telen grunted in response.
Lish surveyed their surroundings, looking for a possible escape route. The door, which seemed to be the only entrance or exit, was a stout iron door. There was no handle, and the door opened outwardly, so the door screws couldn’t be taken off somehow. The door itself looked like a large slab of metal. The rest of the room seemed to be a smooth cube, with only two grated openings between each cell.
“Hello?” Lish called through the grates. “Anyone else in here?”
“Hello!” A young man, who looked to be around the age of seventeen or eighteen, popped up in front of one of the great. He had short, curly hair, bright blue eyes, and a contagious smile.
Lish yelped in surprise. “Nadyr?”
“The one and only.”
“What are you doing here?” She hissed.
“I could ask the same of you, but thing is, I already guessed why you’re here. And that’s the same reason why I’m here. Except I have no idea why I’m here.”
“Antrus is searching for the Zarkot.”
Nadyr’s jaw dropped, but his smile quickly returned to his face. “Is he really?”
“Yes. Which would be fine, if you hadn’t taken it from me. I would have it with me right now, and I would be able-”
Nadyr scoffed. “In your dreams. We all know you’re not competent enough for that. If you had it with you, Timothy would already have found it.”
“Like you could have done better!”
“Actually,” Nadyr held up his hand, curled into a fist around something, “I did do better.” He opened his hand to reveal a small blue stone, dangling from a silver chain. “Please, hold your applause. It was quite hard to smuggle it in, but I managed.”
Lish sighed. “Bested again.”
Telen chuckled. “Bested again indeed. Now, Nadyr, do you know how to use it?”
Nadyr shrugged. “To be frank, no, I don’t.”
“Alright. Then shall we make a deal? If you give it to me, Lish can use it to get us out of here. Then, we sneak back to the Aalya Meriet. We use the Zarkot to override the Narrtor’s security systems, fly out of here, and maybe head to the Center Planets. We can sell the Zarkot, split the money, and then stay out of each other’s paths from then on. Is that a deal?”
“But,” Nadyr asked, face twisted with indecision. “How can I trust you to let me out?”
Lish spoke up. “You can trust us, because if we don’t let you out, you can just yell for the guards. Deal?”
Nadyr shoved his hand through the bars, and they shook hands. “Deal.” He pushed the stone through. “You sure you know how to use that thing?”
“Very sure.” Lish pressed the stone to the center of the cell door, and spoke the command word for the Zarkot. She could hear the gears grinding as the locking mechanism was overridden. The door swung open, hanging loosely from its hinges.
“Ready?” Telen asked, and Vorrha, Lish, and Nadyr nodded silently. “My memory databases tracked the turns we took and the distances between them to get from the Aalya Meriet, so all I have to do is reverse it and I can get us out of here.”
“Being an android must be nice,” Nadyr commented.
The foursome ran through the hallways, ducking to the side when any of Antrus’ men came down the hallways.
Within minutes of their escape, alarms began to shriek.
Nadyr smiled. “Nice to know I’m worthy of alarms.”
Lish laughed. Her mood had become quite cheerful. It seemed that adventure had banished her irritable nature to the recesses of her conscious.
“There!” Telen said. “That’s the entrance to the docking bay. But it’s heavily guarded.”
Nadyr smiled. “Lish! Remember how Liz used to distract the kitchen guards?” He asked, referring to the days when him and Lish were in the orphanage on Arboga.
Lish nodded and smirked. “You distract. I’ll take them out.”
Nadyr strolled around the corner, directly in front of the guards. “Hello, gentlemen.”
Four barrels of four guns jerked up to point at him.
Nadyr put his hands up. “Whoa, no lets not be too hasty.”
And then chaos reigned.
Lish darted up behind the guards, grabbing two and smashing their heads together. Nadyr disarmed the other two, shooting them both with a blaster he stole from one.
“All done!”
Lish nodded, teeth gritted into a smile, hand gripping her shoulder.
“Lish, what happened?” Telen asked, worried.
“Stray blaster shot. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me. Just get back to the ship.”
They filed through the door, and Telen jabbed the button to open the Aalya Meriet’s loading hatch.
“All aboard!”
Later, they sat in the cockpit. Lish’s shoulder was swathed in bandages, and Nadyr was reprogramming the ship’s computer system to accept the Zarkot.
Nadyr sighed. “If only we didn’t have to leave the Angyl.”
“All we have to do,” Lish said, ignoring him, “is hijack the computer system of the Narrtor long enough to open the landing hatch. Then we zip out of here. That’s all. Antrus didn’t ‘tie down’ the Aalya Meriet in any way.” She stood up and walked towards the controls. “Plug the Zarkot here,” she reached down and pointed, and Nadyr stuck the little stone into the slot made to fit it. “And now,” Lish pushed a few buttons and typed a destination into the navigation system. “And now, we’re free.”
The huge hatched opened, and the little Aalya Meriet darted free of the Narrtor’s clutches.
The flight to the Center Planets was not a long one, but the foursome’s adventures on the planet Qud were worthy of a second tale. But, alas, that tale must be saved for another day, because for now, the story of Lish Ryn and her friends must be given a rest.
How Joe Biden Passed the Most Sanctions in American History
What is the meaning of “如何51吃瓜北京朝阳群众热心吃 瓜”?
You might not have copied the sentence completely.
“如何51吃瓜北京朝阳群众热心吃 瓜”
Do not know what does that mean.
But I’d like to explain a bit.
“瓜” here represents “watermelon,”西瓜, literally meaning “western melon.” Clearly, this is not a native Chinese species; the character “西” (west) here signifies its Middle Eastern origin. For example, “胡” (barbarian) in terms like “二胡” (a traditional Chinese string instrument) also has this meaning, indicating it came from the Middle East.
There are many species introduced to China that are not native. For instance, “番茄” (tomato) and “番薯” (sweet potato), where “番” means foreign. So these are not indigenous Chinese crops.
Even chili peppers are not native. They were only widely cultivated in China during the Ming Dynasty.
However, Chinese people love chili peppers just as much as they love——
Watermelons!
The watermelon production in China is so high that… the yield is just immense.
Because of the high water content, they are not easy to transport. So, while watermelons can be relatively expensive in supermarkets—around $3 per 5 kilograms—if you go to the production areas, they are practically free.
Sometimes, they are even used to feed pigs.
I am an outlier among Chinese people,do not like eating fruit,eating watermelons, but my fellow countrymen love this fruit so much that Chinese people refer to themselves as “吃瓜群众” (melon-eating masses).
The phrase means: I’m just here to watch the fun, holding a melon and eating it, while watching the excitement.
“朝阳群众” (Chaoyang masses) refers to another concept.
Chaoyang is a district in Beijing. There are some middle-aged and elderly women there who have helped the police solve many drug cases, especially involving actors and celebrities, as there are many film and TV stars living in that area. This area became a hotspot for drug problems.
Later, “Chaoyang masses” evolved into a term for “enthusiastic informants who report drug use,” and eventually became known as “China’s most powerful intelligence agency”! People joke that the U.S. has the CIA, the Soviet Union had the KGB, and China has the “Chaoyang masses.”
That’s how it is.
Italian Chili
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Yield: 12 cups
Ingredients
1 pound bulk Italian sausage
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 cups onion, diced
1/2 pound pepperoni stick, cubed
1 tablespoon garlic, minced
1 (14.5 ounce) can diced tomatoes
1 (26 ounce) jar tomato sauce
1 cup chicken broth
1 (15 ounce) can cannelloni beans, drained and rinsed
1 (15 ounce) can red kidney beans, drained and rinsed
1 tablespoon dried Italian seasoning
2 tablespoons chili powder, or more to taste
Red pepper flakes, to taste
Salt, to taste
Instructions
Sauté sausage in oil in a large pot or Dutch oven over medium-high heat. When brown, drain off fat and add onions, pepperoni and garlic; cook for 5 minutes.
Add tomatoes, tomato sauce and broth, bring to a simmer and cook uncovered for 20 minutes.
Stir in beans and seasoning and simmer until heated through.
Ah. Here’s some more of MM’s artwork…
I just been working on the system. Still, not really “jumps out” as spectacular.
I played around with South East Asian history. With the bath and anointment rituals…
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Then, I started to look into European Biblical traditions.
Here’s some work regarding angels…
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Off to Ancient China.
Here’s some efforts regarding ancient kings and their palace court…
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“Wing And A Prayer” (1944) – Complete WW2 Naval Warfare Movie
I typically pre-load (schedule) posts to go public on MM about four months late. This serves various needs, but essentially it allows the “filter of time” to let the reader to process events out of the context of the major news cycles of the MSM propaganda machines.
I find it useful for purposes of perspective.
For instance, when someone tries to warn me against China’s 6G technology I plop them in a time machine and tell them about all the warnings of 5G (makes your brain explode), 4G (steal your data), 3G (gas pumps explode), and 2G (planes fall out of the sky).
I think it adds perspective.
The 2024 election is gonna arrive any day now. Woo Woo! And everyone is expecting big changes. After all, Biden was nothing more than a sock-puppet under the control of a bunch of ivy-league schoolboys now fast-tracking to oligarch-hood.
I am of the opinion that yes, things will change. But the systemic issues that rest bend the curtains will not. The United States is still in a tail-spin, but still at least someone is trying to land the plane. For Pete’s sake.
As I write this, “president” Biden has “decided” to not run for reelection.22 JULY 2024. The sarcastic side of me has a lot to say about this, but I’ll give it a rest for you all. In any event 2024 has been one Hell of a Dragon year. Sheech!
OP-ED -- As reported on this website on July 18 (Story Here) Joe Biden has DROPPED-OUT of the Presidential race and will NOT seek re-election.The deceitful, lying, sleazebags that make up a majority of the Democrat Party, have been in chaos since the Biden-Trump Debate, because they could no longer hide Biden's deteriorating mental condition, which they intentionally hid from the public for the past two years.So craven are the Democrats to keep power, they were willing to engage in elder abuse; ganging-up on the poor old man, harassing him out the door of the campaign.It ought to be interesting to see who these power-hungry vermin try to promote as their candidate for President now that we're less than 100 days from the election. I suggest that washed-up, has-been, old hag, Hillary Clinton, with trans-gendered "Michelle" Obama. I think an old Witch and a trans-gendered freak would epitomize what the Democrat party stands for nowadays!Now, of course, Biden becomes more dangerous than ever. He can implement, via Executive Order, all the radical-left-wing (Romper-room-level) ideas because he doesn't have to care at all whether anyone likes it or not.
Don’t get too caught up.
Lots and lots of strange “puzzle pieces” show up and disappear in the night. Our worn out and tired brains let them wash over us. But many are too alarming to dismiss.
Cloud Strike complete failure all over the West after an “update”.
Zelenskyy is in Utah.
Democrat political party in a cash-fighting frenzy.
China’s slow steady observance of the entire fiasco
Trump selection of JD Vance
Biden disappearance, and then step-down / out
So what is really going on?
Forged signiture on stationary announcing Biden step down
Let me tell you.
The deck chairs on the Titanic are all being rearranged, but the ship still is slowing sinking into the dark, dark abyss.
Everything else is theater.
Today…
What’s a historical fact that would shock most people to find out?
In 1980, a family of four moved into an apartment in a newly built building in Ukraine. However, just within a year of moving into their new house, the elder child who was 18 years old became severely sick. She was taken to a hospital and was diagnosed with leukaemia, a type of cancer that targets the body’s blood-forming tissues and bone marrow. The girl soon passed away within a few months of being diagnosed with cancer.
In less than a year, the younger child of the house who was 16 years showed the same symptoms. He was taken to the hospital and was diagnosed with leukaemia. He passed away soon after. Very soon the mother also lost her life and she was also diagnosed with leukaemia. Leukaemia being hereditary is very rare and it is highly unlikely that it was passed on from the mother to the children but at that time, it was declared that the reason those three patients had blood cancer was due to family genetics.
Gradually, other residents of the building too started to fall sick. None had any life-threatening diseases but they weren’t fully fit either. The man, having lost his family sold his house and moved away from there. Locals started to call that apartment ‘cursed apartment’. A new family moved into that cursed apartment. In 1987, the eldest son of the family passed away and he was diagnosed with leukaemia. While he was being cremated, the younger child of the house was in hospital and he was being treated for leukaemia as well. The boy also passed away soon after.
Meanwhile, the father got to know about the history of leukaemia of the previous residents and it was evident that there was something wrong with the house. The city council started to investigate in 1989. Radiologists found air samples highly radioactive and just as they entered the building, they were recording ten times more radioactivity than normal. They found the source of the radioactivity to be a wall just beside the bed where the family members used to sleep.
The wall was covered with lead sheets and cut out of the house and inside the wall, a capsule of radioactive Caesium-137 inside the concrete was found and that was emitting this ridiculous amount of radiation over the years. The capsule had a serial number which was traced to a densometer that was used in a stone quarry to measure the density of stones. One time, the Caesium-137 capsule got misplaced from the densometer and it wasn’t found. Turns out, the Caesium capsule got mixed with stones which were used to make the concrete that was made into that wall of that “cursed apartment” which took the lives of 5 people and severely affected 17 other in that building.
What companies have gotten destroyed by their business competition?
How do you win a war?
Just ask Netflix
Reed Hastings (founder of Netflix) had a big fight ahead of him. He had just finished watching the movie he rented called “Apollo 13” and he returned it to Blockbuster six weeks late. They charged him for returning the movie late.
Hastings launched a new company called Netflix in complete anger. He did not believe people should have to pay for returning a movie late!!!
Hastings had a plan.
Netflix realised that people wanted as many movies as they could get delivered to them. Therefore, Netflix started as a DVD rentals-by-mail service. Netflix was smart and they made a huge discovery.
Perhaps DVDs don’t have to be delivered physically.
Netflix came up with a genius idea that would change the way they did business. They would start a streaming subscription service where someone could watch movies on their computer or another streaming device.
Netflix started to win the market. Hastings believed that he could make money from selling Netflix. Hastings took Netflix and made a pitch to Blockbuster.
Netflix has seen tremendous growth in previous months and we will offer you Netflix for $50 million.
Blockbuster laughed.
Nobody wants to go to Netflix! People like to physically go to a shop and pick out the DVD they want to buy.
Hastings walked away with nothing. Once again, he was angry. He started marketing Netflix and grossly undercutting Blockbuster on price.
Little by little, Netflix grew its customer base and started to outcompete Blockbuster. Blockbuster tried everything to stop Netflix. Hastings famously said that Blockbuster was throwing “everything but the kitchen sink” at Netflix.
A few days later, Blockbuster physically delivered a kitchen sink to Hastings’ house. The Blockbuster era was over.
In the summer of 2010, Blockbuster declared bankruptcy and Netflix became one of the most recognised brands globally with an annual gross profit of $5.8 billion in 2018 (59.21% increase from 2017 according to macrotrends)
If you are interested, I will leave a few Netflix tips in the comments. I hope you enjoyed the story!
As a landlord, what was the most bizarre thing you found after a tenant moved out of your rental?
There are so many bizarre things that I have found as a landlord….
One time we took over a house after an old widow passed on.
The 95-year-old woman died. Her home—the upstairs anyway—was pristine 1960s-1970s decor and appliances.
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She still had the green shag carpet from 1972—well cared for and in good shape. The Avocado-colored stove and fridge were there and still worked. There was even a console stereo with record player, AM/FM and a reel-to-reel tape player.
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In addition to this there was an overflowing library of Jehovah’s witness religious materials, tracts, Baptist literature, and MORMON Bibles. There was Catholic and Jewish materials. There was pagan literature. Maybe she couldn’t make up her mind?
It’s just, that—there was a lot of all of this — piles of all of it.
The cream of the crop was a King James Version Bible from 1801.
Inside of the record player pocket, I found LP (long play) albums by Beethoven, Elvis Presley, Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash—AND—get this…RUSH 2112, A Farewell to Kings, Caress of Steel, and Fly by Night. The old woman was a Rush fan! Incredible!
Fairly clean house—but I kept wondering—-What is that smell?
Then I went to the basement level.
This home had a walk-out basement, with a garage door and garage bay on one end.
Here is where I had to go full haz-mat. Someone had tossed down a 100-pound sack of cat food and left the door open.
I found no fewer than 38 feral cats. All with mange, some with eyeballs missing or hanging out—dead opossum and mice and rats, birds, squirrels and other critters everywhere…Inside the garage.
All of these dead animals, including at least a dozen kitten skeletons, were in differing modes of decomposition. There was everything from recently dead to full skeleton.
SHIT was everywhere. Ankle deep shit—everywhere. Feral kittens, half starved, ribs showing—flea infested, covered in mange, open sores and cat shit.
I had to call animal control for help. They helped me to trap the worst of the lot, and hauled them off for euthanization. Some of the kittens were eventually adopted out.
The majority of the feral animals that couldn’t be caught were destroyed by shotgun.
It was the humane thing to do.
It took me three days, five gallons of concentrated industrial bleach, ten gallons of gas, a power washer, five gallons of liquid soap and a lot of elbow grease to clean up that mess.
It was 100 degrees out and I had to wear a haz-mat suit the entire time.
I even had to get a tetanus booster shot.
In the end, the smell had even permeated the sheet rock in the lower level, so we had to gut the entire place.
I think to this day that the old woman’s heart was in the right place, even if her head was in the clouds.
Chicken Club Sandwich One-Pot Pasta
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Ingredients
2 tablespoons butter
3/4 cup panko crispy bread crumbs
3 1/2 cups chicken broth (regular or low-fat)
8 ounces (3 cups) uncooked rotini pasta
1 cup (4 ounces) shredded jack cheese
12 ounces thickly sliced cooked chicken or turkey breast (1/4 inch thick), cut into bite-size strips
8 ounces fresh spinach, coarsely chopped
2 tablespoons mayonnaise
1 cup cooked, chopped bacon
1 cup chopped plum (Roma) tomatoes
Instructions
In 5 to 5 1/2 quart Dutch oven, melt butter over medium heat; add bread crumbs. Cook for 2 to 4 minutes, stirring frequently, until bread crumbs are toasted and light brown; remove to small bowl.
Add chicken broth and pasta to Dutch oven; heat to boiling over high heat. Reduce heat to medium; simmer 12 to 14 minutes, stirring occasionally, until pasta is al dente and most of liquid is absorbed.
Add shredded cheese and chicken or turkey, stirring frequently, until cheese is melted.
Gradually add spinach, stirring constantly, until starting to wilt. Remove from heat; stir in mayonnaise, bacon and tomatoes. Top with toasted bread crumbs before serving.
PhD AI student explains how China already have won in AI
A significant event recently marked a breakthrough in the internationalization of the Chinese yuan (RMB). According to Bloomberg, the RMB now accounts for 99.6% of Russia’s foreign exchange settlements, making Russia the first major country in the world to conduct almost all its import and export trade in RMB.
This transformation didn’t happen overnight. In 2015, the RMB was included in the IMF’s “basket of currencies,” initiating its internationalization process. However, until the outbreak of the Russia-Ukraine conflict in 2022, Russia’s use of the RMB remained limited. After the US and EU imposed financial sanctions on Russia, it was forced to seek alternatives, with the RMB emerging as the best option.
In June 2024, the US further tightened sanctions on Russia, closing all financial loopholes. In response, Russia announced the complete abandonment of the US dollar and euro, requiring all countries trading with it to settle in RMB. This decision rapidly increased the RMB’s share in Russia’s foreign exchange market to nearly 100%.
This development is significant for China’s efforts to promote RMB internationalization. Russia, as a major world power and primary resource exporter, fully adopting the RMB for settlements provides a powerful example for other countries. It demonstrates that international trade can be maintained and economic growth achieved without using the US dollar.
However, this shift also brings new challenges. Due to Russia’s severe shortage of RMB, China-Russia trade growth has already reached its limit. From January to May 2024, China-Russia trade volume increased by only 2.9% year-on-year, far lower than China’s growth rates with other major trading partners.
Meanwhile, China is actively promoting RMB internationalization. Although still receiving large amounts of US dollars in foreign trade, China chooses to quickly use these dollars to help other countries repay their dollar debts, while signing new agreements for repayment in RMB. This strategy not only promotes the use of RMB but also expands China’s trade with these countries.
In conclusion, Russia’s full adoption of the RMB is an important milestone in the process of RMB internationalization. While this was partly facilitated by special circumstances, it has laid the foundation for the RMB to play a more important role in the global financial system. As China continues to advance this strategy, the international influence of the RMB is expected to further increase.
Chinese University Dorms will SHOCK you!
Multiple bridges are collapsing not only in Bihar, but also in China. Do these collapsing of bridges happen due to the effect of global warming causing unusually heavy rains?
There is no comparison
I checked
The Rains in India averaged 247 mm
The Rains in China averaged 718 mm
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The Wind Speeds in China were almost thrice as high as India had ever seen
The Rise in River Levels were almost 250% higher
India has never faced any such adverse weather conditions because the intensity may be high but the torrential outpour stops much faster and the WIND SPEEDS are much slower compared to the deadly TAI FUN (Typhoon)
India in fact is primarily flooded due to pressure based phenomenon like Cyclonic Rain compared to Wind based phenomenon in China due to Typhoons
In China – the weather phenomenon has drastically changed
Precipitation has risen by 26% and flooding levels have risen much higher
So a lot of 1996–2015 built Infrastructure cannot withstand the flooding and torrential lash and collapse
Much of today’s projects are fine because they have been designed to withstand more torrential rains
In India it’s pure corruption and nothing else
The Bridges were all new and yet collapsed
Check out Newly designed buildings in India and see the cracks in Concrete within 3–4 years itself
It’s compromising Quality for price and speed of delivery of projects
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The Media Lied About Safety in China?
What are the most interesting facts about human behavior?
Originally Answered: What are the most interesting facts about human behavior ?
Wanna get some attention? Stop chasing that person and start ignoring him. He’ll shower you with attention.
2. Want someone to confess something? Stop talking and stare at them and they’ll do the needful.
3. Validate the words of someone by just looking into their eyes. Mostly while telling a lie, they tend to look away from you and smile more often than needed.
4. Intelligent people tend to have fewer friends.
5. Look at their feet while talking. If they’re not facing you, they aren’t probably interested in what you are telling them.
6. Are you sad? You can trick your mind by pretending to smile and in no time, you would be smiling for real.
7. Your body language changes with the person you are talking to. Your body language tends to be relaxed and flowy when you are talking to someone you like whereas it tends to be stiff if it’s someone you are not much fond of.
8. You can sustain that high level of concentration for not more than just 10 minutes.
9. Speak a line to yourself daily about what you wish to do or become. You would see it turning into reality.
10. Your brain has more potential than you realise. Never give up on your dreams.
How long will the CCP remain in charge in China?
I am an ordinary Chinese person.
The Chinese people are the least likely to be deceived by political slogans. With over 3,000 years of monarchy and more than 20 dynasties, the Chinese have experienced hundreds of emperors. This long history has endowed them with the ability to recognize the tricks of any ruler, whether they come in the form of words, policies, laws, or political movements. The Chinese can quickly see through the deceptive promises.
No individual or party can sustain a lie for long. To prove one lie as “truth,” ten new lies are needed, creating an astronomical system of deception. The objective reality about “rulers and lies” is clear: no one can govern through lies. Such an elaborate system will inevitably develop cracks and collapse. When these lies are exposed to the light of day, the ruler’s legitimacy vanishes, signaling the end of the regime.
The above paragraphs illustrate a key logic: sustained deception is bound to be exposed, and China’s long history makes its people particularly sensitive to such tactics. The Chinese are not easily fooled.
As of a few years ago, the Communist Party of China (CPC) celebrated its 100th anniversary. In its first 20 years, it nearly faced extinction several times (1920s-1940s). Over the next 30 years, it made several grave mistakes that almost led to societal and economic collapse (1950s-1970s). The CPC then attempted to learn from these errors and reform itself. However, during the following decade, the world’s major communist states collapsed (1980s-1990s), and “socialism” became a relic of history. China emerged as one of the few remaining socialist countries. In 1990, the Chinese echoed Deng Xiaoping’s words, “We must cross the river by feeling the stones,” humorously adding, “If the stones are gone, how do we cross?” Realizing this issue, the CPC began to develop its own theories. China’s economic boom started around that time.
Imagine you are wealthy and have a poor neighbor who has been hungry and poorly clothed for generations. Their frail bodies are swarmed by flies, and they seem on the verge of collapse. The parents of this poor family are determined to improve their situation but don’t know how. Anger and frustration have led to strained family relations. After the chaos subsides, they sit down and ponder how to feed their family.
Initially, the father helps others move, works as a loader, and cleans floors. These jobs are exhausting and pay little, but he endures the physical strain and earns every penny with sweat. Eventually, the family can eat three meals of bread daily, although there’s no beef, jam, or fruit. To save money, they eat only two meals a day, using the savings for education to learn skills like textile work, shoemaking, and knitting. After some time, he acquires these skills and starts new jobs, which, though still demanding, offer indoor work free from harsh weather.
Years pass, and this once-poor family now works as skilled artisans. They continue to save money, thinking of future needs like weddings and births. The third generation grows up in a modest but not impoverished environment, aware of the wider world through trade. They begin to wonder, “Why can’t we have what others have?”
By the fourth generation, they’ve mastered advanced technology and use their ingenuity to propose better scientific solutions. Their ambitions reach for the stars, aiming to uncover the mysteries of the universe.
Over 100 years, from the first impoverished ancestor to the confident children of today, this family has never resorted to killing or invasion to gain even a penny, enduring hunger in silence.
As the family’s fortunes rise, they remain thrifty, never forgetting their past hunger. They save diligently and always question their expenses. However, outsiders with weapons surround them, demanding they return to poverty without reason.
Now, tell me, whose side would you choose? The one who has kept this family intact through it all is named the CPC.
Lylia, Malou, and the Intangible Impossibility of Imperceivable Physics
“Dr. Niwwel, if you summoned the thing, why can’t you just send it away?”Lylia held her tongue. It wasn’t that Malou was stupid, and most of the time it wouldn’t even bother her, but she was running out of ways to explain an unexplainable being. “I didn’t summon it. I just created a way for it to access our world.” She peaked out at the dark hallway—the problem was there was no precedent. Did it matter if there was light? Could the creature even see light? And would staying quiet even matter? Lylia stroked her long, blonde hair as she thought.“I’m sorry. You must be getting tired of all these questions.”It was so hard to be mad at someone who kept acknowledging their flaws. “It’s okay. I know it must be confusing.” Lylia couldn’t help but feel guilty. It was her fault Malou was still in the building to begin with. Not that it really mattered. The creature wasn’t particularly bound by the same matter-based confines that Earth creatures were. Maybe nowhere on the planet was safe.“Can we stay here? Are we safe here?” Malou popped her head out as well, peering down the hallway for signs of the plasma colored of burning light, the only visible material the creature left behind. “I don’t see anything.”“I don’t think we’re safe as long as we’re still here.”“Do you think it’ll leave the building?”Lylia didn’t know how to tell Malou that the creature didn’t even exist in the building as it was. “I hope not.” Cautiously, she crept out into the middle of the hallway. It felt silly to be sneaking around, but she couldn’t help it. It was so human to only feel safe when walls were around to support and protect. “I don’t think it’s coming. Hurry. We can go down this hallway. It’ll lead to the stairs.”Malou nodded and her dyed green hair bobbled in its pigtails. “After you, Dr. Niwwel.”“Really, Malou, you can call me Lylia.” Being called Doctor by someone her own age was weird, but being called Doctor by someone who’d been in every one of her elementary school classes was even weirder.Malou followed. “But you worked so hard for your doctorate. The least I can do is show you the respect you deserve.” Malou smiled and Lylia did her best not to melt. She’d promised herself when she started tutoring Malou in physics that she wouldn’t let that smile get to her anymore, but Malou was so earnest, so… so genuine, that Lylia almost couldn’t help it.She was so dazzled by Malou’s smile that she almost didn’t catch the blazing light splatter behind her. “Malou, look out!”A cabinet behind her suddenly became corrupted, spitting sparks and shuddering in and out of existence before half of it was suddenly away. Lylia felt the hair stand up on her arms. “Run!”The air stung of burned metal, rasping away at the back of Lylia’s throat. Malou was faster than her by far, but she kept pace. “Come on!”After a while, Lylia felt her heart start to pound more and more. If only she didn’t work on the top floor—they’d be out by now. They made it close to the stairs, and Lylia grabbed Malou’s arm right before she went down the stairs, dragging her into a broom closet.“What’d you do that for?”“Going down won’t help,” Lylia wheezed. She needed to work out more. “It’s not… I mean, it’s not confined by floors.”“It can go through floors?”Lylia bit her lip. They seemed safe enough now. Maybe she should try a third time to explain that the creature she’d released wasn’t going through the floor, it was completely apart from the floor.She hadn’t meant to become a doctor in the first place. It just seemed like the only way she could continue to study and to learn about what the emptiness in atoms really entailed. She’d always been fascinated by the way humans always seemed to accept nothing but truth, but didn’t question the truth they knew.
“But what’s in between the electron and the nucleus?”
“Nothing,” her professor had snapped. “Quit asking that. This is just where we are in science right now, okay? Sorry it’s not good enough for you. Finish your work.”
Her curiosity had developed from wondering what the emptiness really meant to wondering if there was a separate way to exist. When she argued for her dissertation, a hypothetical reconfiguration of matter that didn’t involve atoms or quarks or any subatomic particles humans could conceive of, the faculty had been confused and baffled. One professor had gone so far as to declare that it was more science fiction than true science. However, she’d gotten her doctorate anyway, and away she went.
The experiment wasn’t supposed to even work. Lylia had long given up on her own theory, but the premise behind it still stood, in her mind. Countless graduate students flocked to her, to hear her crazy lectures about worlds within our own atoms. The machine she’d fashioned wasn’t supposed to be capable of creating real atomic disturbances—the only other atomic disturbances the world had ever known were military based, so there was no way they’d ever give her something with real power. She’d had the grad students (and Malou, although Lylia still wasn’t sure why she was there) gather around her as she fiddled with it, answering their questions the best she could and firing back some of her own. The machine had never done anything before, no matter what she did, so there was no reason anyone would expect it to do much of anything other than look science-y.
So when the machine had malfunctioned and spewed black smoke and the… the thing (Lylia called it a creature for Malou’s sake, but it wasn’t like any creature or any being that had ever been noted in any way before) seeped into this world’s atomic formation, it had caught everyone by surprise.
At first Lylia, like any good scientist, was fascinated. She had proof! Proof that our physics weren’t the only physics out there—matter didn’t work in the same way, physicality didn’t work in the same way, and the universe wasn’t empty after all!
It was a glowing moment for science.
Until suddenly one of the grad students’ arms disappeared. The blood that splattered the ground flecked Lylia’s shoes as she should there, shocked, helpless as bits of the floor spluttered and vanished and the building’s infrastructure suddenly turned to nothing against the impossibility of a physics-less being. Chaos ensued, filling the hallways with shouts as the being engulfed everything it encountered, turning it into a form of matter imperceivable by humanity, intangible in the same regard. Later, hiding under her desk (not the smartest plan, she knew, but she panicked, okay?), Lylia figured out what she’d unleashed—a being able to interact with the physics and composition of this world, but unable to be interacted with by the physics and composition of this world. It was enough to make her head spin, so explaining it to Malou… Calling it a creature was just easier.
“I’m sorry,” she told Malou now, holed up next to the stairs. “I can’t… I can’t stop it. It defies all nature, it defies all… rational thought. It’s not of this world and it shouldn’t be here now. I’ve released it and I’m so… I’m so sorry.” If she hadn’t been so terrified, Lylia thought she would cry. Even now, with fear freezing her blood, Lylia felt tears well behind her eyes and in the catch in her throat.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault.”
“It’s my machine. My lecture. My experiment. It’s literally my fault.”
“You didn’t know this would happen. Nobody knew. Nobody could know.”
“You should’ve gotten out when you had the chance.” Malou hadn’t evacuated with the others, she’d rushed to Lylia’s office instead.
“I couldn’t leave you.”
“You should have. You’ll die here. I can’t tell you anything about this… creature. I could have doomed the entire Earth.” Lylia began to cry, tears and snot dripping down her cheeks. It wasn’t the time or place, she knew, but she still felt bad for how ugly she must look. “You’re going to die, and everyone I know is going to die, and it’s all my fault.”
“The world was doomed anyway,” Malou said. “And you don’t know that you’re going to die. I mean, you said the creature wasn’t from our physics. Maybe it’ll… make us like it.”
That was highly illogical, but so was everything. “Maybe, but even then our entire lives, everything we know, will be taken away. I wish there was a way I could… I could distract it somehow, so you could escape but I…”
“I couldn’t leave you,” Malou repeated. “I couldn’t.”
“We’re going to die here.” Lylia’s sobs echoed down the hallway, and she no longer cared if the creature was able to perceive sound or not. “We’re going to die here and I never—”
“You never what?”
Lylia didn’t know. There were lots of things she’d never done. She’d never snowboarded, or owned a bird, or bought homeowner’s insurance. She hadn’t told her parents goodbye. She’d dated boys in high school and undergrad, but she’d never really felt in love with any of them. She’d never told Malou how beautiful she was.
The thought popped into Lylia’s head before she could stop it. She’d promised herself she’d never admit that to anyone—not even herself.
But if there was ever a time, now was it.
“You’re pretty,” she said, her voice squeaking like a grade schooler.
“Wait—what?”
“I just wanted you to know you’re really pretty.” This was so dumb. This was remarkably dumb. Lylia wanted to say more but she couldn’t.
“Oh.” Malou stared at Lylia. “I don’t know what to… I—oh. Thank you. You’re… you’re pretty too.”
Lylia felt the blood rush to her face and knew it must be a violent red by now. Violent red with puffy pink eyes—Malou was just being nice. “I’m sorry, I made things weird, it’s weird now, it’s our last hours on Earth probably and I’ve just made it so weird.”
“So?”
“So I’m sorry! We’re up against a unseen, intangible something and I just made everything weird.” Lylia hiccupped. She’d stopped crying, but her face was still a mess, she knew.
“Well, I’m glad you did, or I was going to.” Gently, Malou put her rough, calloused hand over Lylia’s.
“What?”
“I like you,” Malou said, the left corner of her mouth turning up into a grin. “I think I’ve liked you since we were in grade school together. That’s why I wanted you to tutor me, I wanted to get to know you better. That’s why I went to all your lectures. I like you.”
“Oh,” breathed Lylia. “Oh.”
“So I guess, if this really is our last couple hours on this planet”—Lylia didn’t bother correcting her—“then I guess I want you to know. I like you a lot. I think you’re funny and kind and so passionate about everything. So… yeah.”
“Oh,” repeated Lylia. “I don’t know what to—”
“You don’t have to say anything. I know this is probably a weird shock, but I didn’t want to disappear without you knowing, okay? I just needed you to know—”
“I like you too,” Lylia spat out. “I like you too.”
“Oh.”
For a second, the two sat in silence, listening to the sparking of a light that the being had absorbed half of earlier in the day. Then Lylia began to cry again.
“Oh! No! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you—”
“No, no, I’m happy,” Lylia said, frantically wiping her tears. “I mean, I am a little. I’m just sad that we’re not… we’re not going to see the future that would come from this.”
“Oh. Yeah, I guess that’s true.”
“I just wish we had more time.”
“Well, we have time right now. And who knows—maybe when the creature takes us, we’ll end up together in its dimension.”
Not a dimension, Lylia’s brain blathered, but it didn’t matter at all. Tentatively, she turned her hand up and laced her fingers though Malou’s. “There’ll be no tomorrow,” she warned.
“It sucks,” Malou said, nodding.
“But right now we’re together.”
“Makes it suck a little less.”
Lylia laughed. Yes. Every action they took should just be to make things suck a little less. “Of all the people to die with, you’re not a bad choice.”
“And at least we know that wherever we’re going, we’ll go together.”
“Together.”
Lylia wept as the creature’s plasmatic flickering came into view a little down the hallway and bits of air and floor disappeared, leaving behind blank nothingness of the physics that Lylia couldn’t perceive.
“Together,” Malou murmured into her ear, and they closed their eyes.
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What kind of karma will happen to China for being so evil for so long? How can such evil exist?
Hello, I’m from China, and I am a paid promoter for the CCP.
As the Titanic was about to collide with the iceberg, the ship’s impending sinking was a tragic fate for the main characters. However, for the lobsters waiting to be cooked in the Titanic’s kitchen, it was a miraculous moment.
Similarly, the so-called “evil existence of China” is seen as a tragic threat by Western imperialists, Jewish fascists, and Japanese militarists. But for the countries of Southeast Asia, most African nations, Latin America, and other poor and chaotic Third World countries, it represents an opportunity to end internal conflicts and focus on development.
A strong China will allow us to witness the following in the future:
The decline of the US as a military and diplomatic superpower;
The awakening of the American people and the restructuring of their government;
The Five Eyes countries, excluding the US, gradually adopting independent foreign policies based on their national interests;
The EU possibly gaining autonomy in diplomacy and military matters, or becoming a regional power;
Several traditional Third World countries reaching the threshold of industrialization;
Rapid socio-economic development in Southeast and South Asian countries;
Green energy becoming the primary component of the world’s energy mix;
A fairer and more reasonable carbon emission scheme for Third World countries;
Urumqi, as the geographical center of Central Asia, playing an increasingly important role in international finance and trade;
Japan and South Korea, the two American colonies in East Asia, becoming mere dishes on the table;
Some African countries emerging as newly developed nations;
A united Asia and Latin America;
The elimination of global war hotspots;
Mao Zedong once said, “Before listening to someone, first see where they stand.” China is slowly trying to tell its own story. This process has been fraught with difficulties. However, today, through platforms like YouTube, TikTok, and Quora, and through “China Travel,” rather than through official Chinese efforts, China’s story is beginning to spread among people worldwide. These stories and visions instill fear and anxiety in those in the West who are full of prejudice and hatred.
So, “my delicacy is your poison.” To those who wish for the disappearance of “evil China” from the earth, I hope you exercise well and maintain a balanced diet so you can live a long life. If you live as long as a tortoise, for 500 years, you can personally verify whether “evil China” has vanished.
Therefore, haters, I wish you longevity like a tortoise. In China, this is the most beautiful metaphor.
Is it true that martial arts are useless in a street fight?
As others have said, the first thing a martial arts instructor will tell you is ‘don’t get into a street fight’. My judo instructor took it further: get fit and outrun the threat.
At the age of 19, with 8 years of judo instruction, and some unarmed combat training, I spent a summer in Manchester. I didn’t know the city, and found myself in areas that were not safe. This was in the early 80s, around the time of the most violent riots the city has seen in modern times.
Every time a situation looked dodgy, the others scrambled to get out of my way. I’m average height, and while I was very fit at the time, I was not visibly muscular or aggressive-looking. I just looked like I could handle myself (I could). That’s the second lesson: if you can’t avoid a situation, look like you’d be a problem.
The third lesson: take charge of the situation and de-escalate.
I was in a ground-floor student flat in a less salubrious part of Birmingham. There was a crash from the kitchen. I rushed into the corridor, to find myself face-to-face with a guy who looked like a serious boxer, just coming out of the kitchen. I was between him and the front door. He took a swing at me. I deflected the punch into the wall, and he stopped, uncertain.
I asked him who he was, why he was in my flat, and what had happened in the kitchen.
A flatmate of mine had flirted with the guy’s girlfriend through the kitchen window. Our boxer suspected the girl was cheating, and thought he had found the culprit. He found the front door unlocked, walked into the kitchen, and knocked my flatmate off his feet, and over the table. By the time he’d explained all this, he had calmed down a great deal. We went back into the kitchen, established that my flatmate was not the sought-for Lothario. Everyone shook hands, apologised, and there was no more trouble.
None of this used specifically judo moves, but the training gave me both the confidence and the reflexes, so no, martial arts are not useless.
Have you ever taken the law into your own hands?
My neighbor is a big-shot lawyer. One night, his dog was outside my house. I didn’t know it was his dog and had to ask around. I was told it was “the lawyer’s dog.” I noticed that the dog was terribly skinny and, in general, just didn’t have the bounce in her step like most black labs do.
I left her at my house and knocked on the door. I told him I had his dog. He didn’t seem concerned. When it appeared he wasn’t going to come outside, I asked him if he expected me to deliver the dog to him. He got all huffy and said, “Fine!” His beautiful and very, very sweet wife and four little girls were thanking me but he was just pissed that I interrupted his “pizza and movie night with the family.” He begrudgingly followed me home.
I am a retired humane officer and still have a lot of influence at animal control. But I didn’t want to sound arrogant and threatening so I didn’t mention it. I just asked if the dog was okay as she seemed a little gaunt. He told me to mind my own business.
I asked him if the dog had been to see a vet lately and he said, “What’s with all the g-damn questions?” Since I had had this very same exchange many times in my career, I didn’t get mad. I just smiled and said I was concerned about the dog. He again told me to mind my own business. I said “Okay, well, if you’re not going to talk to me…” and trailed off.
The dog was less than enthusiastic to see him and he had to actually pick up the dog .
The next day, bright and early, two uniformed Animal Control officers knocked on his door, demanding to see the dog. He got a seven-day warning to get the dog to a vet or be fined. Seven days later they came back and were shown a letter from a vet that the lab had been seen and is now under treatment for a pancreatic disorder.
My neighbors asked me how I was so bold and stupid to make an enemy out of a big-shot lawyer.
Right makes might. I had right on my side.
I will never be afraid to speak out on behalf of a dog. In my career I had dealt with hardened criminal dog fighters and my anger gave me courage.
I gave him the chance to talk to me, and I would have offered to take the dog to the vet since I know he and his wife are busy, but he shot me down so fast.
My husband is a big-shot lawyer, too, but this guy doesn’t know that.
I called in a favor from my old colleagues and showed this guy that he didn’t intimidate me and that “Failure to render treatment to an animal in need” is a crime and not even a big-shot lawyer is above the law.
Do you think there is such a thing as the worst Hollywood celebrity decision ever?
A virtual unknown, Australian actor George Lazenby was cast as James Bond in 1969, taking over the role from Connery in “On Her Majesty’s Secret Service”. Lazenby was young, inexperienced… and honestly not that great an actor. But when he played the part, he kind of killed it. And although initially panned by critics, in later years in fact his performance has been hailed as one of the finest. This role could have forever changed his life.
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And yet, out of thin air… Lazenby called it quits. Told the studio he would NOT be apearing in another Bond movie ever again. This was positively unprecedented. The role had made his predecessor a millionaire, a household name around the globe. It would have been Lazenby’s claim to fame. He’d be set for a lifetime. And yet, he bucked. And quit his job, in style. He said the studio “made him feel mindless” and that whenever he made suggestions for the role, he was dismissed, which he disliked. The young Australian didn’t want to “just be a product”. It was all the more shocking because of all the effort he had put into getting cast in the first place, bluffing his way into getting the part.
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As filming came to an end, George Lazenby grew a beard. Grew out his hair, too. He looked more like a hippie than the famous suave secret agent he was portraying. By the time the premier came around, Lazenby was ordered by the studio to shave his beard, cut his hair, “look the part”. He flat-out refused, and not only kept the beard, he even put on a massive fur coat to further enhance his image as the enfant terrible of the Bond universe. Everyone gave Lazenby a hard time for his choice:
“I much prefer being a car salesman to a stereotyped James Bond. My parents think I’m insane, everybody thinks I’m insane passing up maybe millions of pounds. Nobody believed me. They thought it was a publicity stunt. But it’s just me doing my own thing”
He wouldn’t budge. George Lazenby became James Bond, played the role once, and never again. His film career failed to take off after this, and in later years the actor went into real estate, making a fortune for himself off-screen. He could have been one of the world’s most major movie stars… instead, he went from Bond, to hippie, to dude who flips houses for a living.
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What was the most blatant scam a customer has ever failed to get away with?
I used to work at a running store in a suburb of Denver, Colorado.
One day, a guy and his girlfriend/partner came into the store while I was working. They bought a few pairs of shoes and some running clothes and signed up for a local race. There was nothing unusual about any of this, and they were quite nice.
The only odd thing was they both clearly had lower-than-normal IQs. Just imagine the person you know who best fits the phrase “not the sharpest tool in the shed” and add in a little more dullness, and that’s them.
Anyway, the next day the store owner comes in and starts asking us about this couple (he hadn’t been there the day before). After we answered a few questions, he told us that their checks (one for the gear, one for the race) had bounced. We were now out several hundred dollars of product.
The owner, a New York City native, was not one to take things lying down, so he did a little digging.
My old boss: not a sucker
The first thing he discovered was that the guy had used checks with his actual name and address on them. The guy’s last name was unique—“Pfeffenschmecker” or something like that. Now as you can imagine, there were only about five Pfeffenschmeckers in the whole phone book (yes, this was back when we still had phone books), so my boss started calling them all.
He quickly found a relative who said, “Oh yes, they have done this before. They use checks from an old, closed-out account to steal from stores.”
Armed with that knowledge and their home address, here’s what my boss did next.
He went to their house late that night and took a steel pipe with him. He banged on their door with the pipe and started yelling at them with his strongest New York accent from outside the house, telling them in no uncertain terms that he wanted his stuff back…or else.
They never came to the door, so he eventually left. But the next morning, there were several bags in front of the store when he got there.
They had returned all the merchandise and, one hopes, learned a very valuable lesson: don’t steal from a New Yorker, but if you do, don’t use your real name and address as part of your scam!
What is one thing that I can learn from you today?
One day, me and my girlfriend went out for lunch. After finishing our lunch, we called the waiter to get the bill. The waiter kept the bill on our table and then he left.
My girlfriend took the bill and checked it. There was some mistake. We had ordered 6 Rotis (Indian Bread) and only 4 were mentioned in the bill. She told me about this and I checked the bill again. She was right.
Then she said that we need to ask them to add 2 more Rotis in the bill and I was like, “Dude, don’t try to be Raja Harishchandra”. She asked, what’s wrong with that? As there was a difference of only 30 rupees, I answered, “Chalta hai yaar kabhi kabhi” (it happens sometimes). But she said, “No. It’s wrong. We must not do this. It’s someone’s hard earned money. We have ordered it and we have to pay for it.” I was surprised to hear that (just because of her maturity) and then I said, “Okay, you win.”
She immediately called the waiter and told him that we have ordered 6 Rotis and only 4 are mentioned in the bill. And asked him to kindly add that in the bill and get an updated one. The waiter said thanks to her and then went to the bill counter. He got a new and correct bill this time. We both checked it and a random conversation started between us.
During the conversation, I pulled out my wallet and picked out 2 five hundred rupee notes and gave it to the waiter with the bill. I was so lost in the conversation that I forgot the bill amount was 474 Rupees only. And instead of giving him a single note, I gave him two. Neither I was aware of this, nor my girlfriend and suddenly the waiter came and said, “Sir the amount is only 474 Rupees and you gave me 2 five hundred rupee notes. Please take one note back (and then he returned me one note).
I immediately checked my wallet and I was shocked that yes he is right! I had 3 notes in my wallet and there was only 1. I thanked him for this and also praised his honesty. He also got a decent tip from us. Then we left the place with a smile and a lesson. The lesson is,
Do good to get good
If you do a good thing, then something good will happen to you.
Thanks for reading.
Chicken and Mushroom Pasta
This Chicken and Mushroom Pasta is flavor packed and loaded with mushrooms, sun-dried tomatoes, spinach, veggie pasta and chicken. It’s a 30 minute meal that’s perfect for busy weeknights!
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Ingredients
8 ounces spiral veggie pasta (rotini), cooked (reserve 1/2 cup starchy pasta water)
1 tablespoon olive oil
8 ounces baby bella mushrooms, sliced
1/2 cup white onion, diced
1/4 cup sun-dried tomatoes
2 teaspoons crushed garlic
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
1/2 teaspoon Italian seasoning
Pinch of red pepper chili flakes (optional)
1/2 cup Half-and-Half
1/2 cup chicken broth
2 cups cooked spinach, fresh
2 chicken breasts, cooked and diced
1/4 cup Parmesan cheese, freshly grated
Instructions
Cook pasta according to package directions. Reserve 1/2 cup of pasta water. Set aside.
Heat olive oil in a sauté pan and add in mushrooms, onions, sun-dried tomatoes, garlic and seasonings. Stir and cook until fragrant, about 5 minutes.
Add in the Half-and-Half, chicken broth and pasta water, and bring to a boil. Turn down to simmer for 1 to 2 minutes, stirring occasionally (pasta water will help thicken the sauce).
Lastly, add in the cooked chicken, spinach and Parmesan. Stir until combined.
Serve warm.
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Is President Trump the new Theodore Roosevelt?
Don’t be ridiculous. Theodore Roosevelt was a 250 pound mountain of self-made muscle who gave a speech, got shot into the chest and, spitting out blood with a smile, told the alarmed crowd: “It takes more than that to kill a bull moose!” He then proceeded to give his speech anyway as if nothing had happened. It’s the type of scene that would make people roll their eyes in an anime series and say: “Gee, those Japanese cartoons sure are over-the-top bombastic and unbelievable!”
When Theodore Roosevelt was born, he was weak and sickly. Doctors said he’d surely die. His father believed otherwise. As soon as his son was old enough to understand, he told him: “God gave you a strong mind, but not a strong body. So you must build that body yourself.” He nodded and internalized that message. Started a fitness regimen of insane intensity, including calisthenics and bodyweight exercises. He climbed mountains. Fought in multiple wars. Knocked down several men at a time in bar fights, and rode horses and trekked through the roughest of terrain. His band of men was called “the Rough Riders”. About as close as a 19th century politician could be to being in a biker gang…
When Theodore Roosevelt was nearly assassinated he survived with a bullet lodged in his chest for the rest of his life. It did not, in any way, shape or form, slow the man down. His very first concern, after telling the crowd he was fine, was for the would-be assassin — he told police not to rough him up too bad. If the shooter had merely nicked his ear, Roosevelt would probably have asked him to come up close and said: “Mediocre! Come, have another go!”
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What was the most bone-chilling sentence a loved one ever said to you?
When I was 24 years old, married with my first baby, my husband and I were driving my mother home after she had visited us. A bit of an argument broke out between mother and me, over something inconsequential, and she said, coldly and clearly:
“I adopted you to save my marriage, and when he loved you more than me, I got rid of you. I sent you to boarding school.”
I was adopted at 2 years of age and packed off to boarding school when I had just turned 7. I spent the rest of my childhood and teenage years at boarding school, only coming home for school holidays.
She would do humiliating things such as putting a notice in the local paper that I was coming home for the school holidays when everyone knew it was holiday time. She would force me to wear my school uniform to town (Father had a sheep property) so “that everyone can see what a good school I sent you to.” Running into my school “mates” dressed in my formal school uniform in the holidays ensured that I was totally humiliated and bullied.
I never forgave her for this and never forgot what she told me that evening when I was 24. Even though I am now 80, it still hurts.
One final thing. Two years ago I discovered that I have a sister who is 16 months younger than me. We were in the orphanage together, and there is NO WAY that Mother didn’t know about her. She never told me about my sister and it was only by chance that I found out she exists. Sadly, she is not keen on meeting me, saying she has “issues” that have to be resolved. I am so sad, because at 80 and her turning 79 in July, time is running out for us to know each other. I have prayed and prayed that she will contact me again, but I fear this will not happen.
NOTE:
Thank you all for your kindness and care. I am sure there are many of you who have upvoted this who can relate to cruelty by parents who, sadly, are damaged people either from their own childhood or as a result of their own actions. Only a parent can inflict this type of deep grief which stays with us for the rest of our lives.
Do you consider America or China a superpower? Can you give me a good answer, opinion or comments?
America and China are both superpowers. In fact, they are presently the ONLY superpowers.
Both countries have enormous economies, far surpassing third-place Germany and fourth-place Japan.
By purchasing power parity, both economies are also enormous, far surpassing third-place India.
China is indisputably the world’s only manufacturing/industrial superpower.
Both countries have enormous militaries. In fact, China has the largest army and the largest navy by number of ships. China has the second largest aircraft carrier fleet.
Both countries have large nuclear arsenals. Officially, China has 500 nuclear weapons, but unofficially this number is believed to be closer to a thousand.
Both countries are technological superpowers. In fact, according to the ASPI, China leads the world in 37 out of 44 critical technology fields (America leads in 7).
China is granted more technological patents than America and Japan combined!
According to the CWTS Leiden Ranking, China has about half of the world’s top universities.
China dominates the world in 5G. China dominates the world in EVs, batteries and solar panels.
America and China both exert enormous global influence economically, militarily, and technologically. This is why they are superpowers.
What are some short stories that discuss a moral dilemma?
The story of Stéphane Passet always rather haunted me. An amateur photographer, Passet was hired to photograph the world around him — in particular, the Orient, a mysterious place few in the West knew much of. He would go deep into the most remote corners of the world, and photograph what he would encounter. At some point on his travels, he encountered a woman in Mongolia.
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She was trapped in a box, in a desert. There was a hole in the box, large enough for her to poke her head out, and an arm. But far too small for her to ever dream of escaping. Every once in a while, perhaps once every two days or so, a guard would appear. Give the woman some water, a little bit of food — she was meant to die in that box, and the nourishment given to her was only to further prolong her suffering. Passet looked on, in horror.
“What has she done to deserve this fate?” he asked his guide.
“Adultery…” was the answer.
To take a photograph of this moment in time felt almost… obscene, to Passet. Her slender arm, shaking. The sun mercilessly beating down on her. He was watching a woman die before his eyes. It could take days. Weeks, even. But she would die and there was nothing in the world he could do.
Stéphane Passet could not intervene. Could not save her, he was completely powerless to do anything for the poor soul. Still, he took his camera. And took her picture. After that, he went away, knowing she would die. And yet he did something for her — by taking her picture, he ensured she would be remembered. Most nameless people who shared her fate would never have been captured on camera. She died, but through Passet, she lives on.
Why does everybody like Thailand?
Many factors, they have all the 10 conditions qualified, most countries can’t even reach 5:
1)People are nice and kind, probably due to their religion and culture which believe in Karma, and the core and basic Buddhism knowledge is taught in schools and their boys and men stay in a Buddhist monastery as a novice or temporary monk for at least once in their lifetime. Many foreigners found love 💝 💝 in Thailand.
2)Attractions and sceneries: from natural to man-made, they have everything. Pattaya alone is enough for anyone to live for a lifetime.
3)Shopping: their malls and markets are the best and better than most countries. Even their 7/11s is better than their neighbors with either better facilities, better services or selling more things,
4)Food: Thai food from spicy to non-spicy are all good and international food is easily available too. Even better are their desserts and sauces that makes a perfect meal. There is one Thai sauce that have all 4 tastes in one: spicy, sweet, salty and sour, the only kind in the world.
5)Entertainment and nightlife: their cinemas are better than most countries and their nightlife needs no introduction: males, females, middle-sex and homosexuals are easily available.
6)Massage: Both Thai traditional massage and sensual or sex massage is available everywhere. I think no other countries have them, not even a proper basic massage.
7)Transportation: This is most important as transportation is similar to the blood circulation of a body. Bangkok have the most transportation systems in the world: buses, skytrains, underground trains, car taxis, motorcycle taxis, river ferry transport, canal boat transport, tuk-tuks, songtheaws and samlors. Even remote areas and islands are reachable with public transportation systems and you don’t need to hire a private car.
8)Restaurants and cafes of many international food and budget options are easily available everywhere. You can buy a 120 baht fresh coffee in a cafe to as cheap as a 25 baht coffee from a takeaway stall. Even sushi is available in most night markets.
9)Costs: still affordable now although it keeps increasing.
10)Fairness in treatment: all people are treated fairly. There is no racism treatment, all religions are allowed(even Pope is allowed into the country to hold events) although this is not a good idea long term, dual pricing is practiced for many attractions entrance.
I may have missed some factors but I think those above are enough.
As a realtor, what was the shadiest thing you saw a home seller do?
I was young and had wanted to break into the real estate industry since I was a baby. My dad had been an agent and my grandpa had been a house flipper. My grandpa had taught my dad everything about houses and how to fix them and flip them. Dad only had me, a girl.
Dad was undeterred and taught me everything grandpa had taught him and even brought me on showings. I had also studied woodworking, metal working, business administration, accounting, real estate, drafting and various other housing-related things while still in school. I was ready for my career in real estate.
However, I made one heck of a bad move right out of the gate. I signed on with a broker whom I didn’t know was shady. He seemed OK to me and he was Italian like me but I was naive and blinded by my dreams of working in the housing industry. Soon it was obvious that something was wrong. My broker refused to allow me to work the front desk where agents were able to take walk-in clients. He also refused other avenues that would help grow my career. I was completely frustrated to say the least. I was basically getting nowhere fast. It was as if he was deliberately trying to stop me from growing in the business.
What my broker didn’t count on was that I was persistent. So I finally, through my own avenues, got a potential buyer and two potential sellers. I was figuring out my career path, no thanks to my lousy broker. My broker was extremely upset that I was getting anywhere and I quite frankly couldn’t understand why he wanted to destroy me so bad when he hardly knew me. What kind of threat could I possibly be to him!?
So I’m getting ready to show my buyer a house and am getting the listing sheets etc together. Suddenly my broker says, “Oh, that house you’re showing, you need to know that the boiler is about to blow.” I thanked him for giving me the head’s up but was stunned when he added, “It is our secret! The seller and I know and the agents in the office know but no potential buyer is to know about this at all!!” Angry I responded, “Isn’t that illegal and immoral?” His response, “They will never know until after it is sold then the buyers can replace it at their own cost!”
I was beyond livid at that point! I outright refused to lie to my buyer and was asked to part ways with the company as a result of my “insubordination” to my broker. I was more than happy to do so even though it meant giving up my lifelong dreams. I was raised to be honest and forthright. I simple couldn’t bring myself down to that level no matter how much my dreams meant to me.
As I left the broker said, “By the way, I took you on because of your last name and then realized you couldn’t provide ‘favors’ for me afterwards. So basically it was a mistake having you here at all!!” I got what he meant, my uncle was Charles Luciano, AKA Lucky Luciano, the famous mobster. He thought I could get him some mob ties!!!!!
I looked him square in the eyes and said, “What are you, stupid? My uncle has been dead since before I was born! How the heck did you think I was going to pull any favors for you?” I stormed out. A few years later his business went belly up. I cannot decide if it was due to his shady dealings with his sellers or if he was simply a victim of the real estate market crash. I’m guessing it was his shady dealings to be honest.
So what happened to me? I found the man of my dreams and it turns out he builds chimneys for a living. Suddenly I found myself back in the housing industry that I love so much, running our own chimney company. And this company is not run on “favors” and shady dealings. This is one housing company that is run on honesty and integrity. And yes, I use all the education my dad handed down to me and all the schooling I took, on a daily basis, to run this company. The best part? I’m happy.
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What are the strangest or most eerie true crime cases you have read about?
From 1974 until 1986 a serial killer who became known as EARONS (East-Area Rapist and the Original Night Stalker) terrorized a massive spree of terrible crimes. He committed at least twelve murders, fifty rapes and one hundred and twenty burglaries as well. In April 2018, the man was arrested… his name? Joseph James DeAngelo. A 72-year old retired cop.
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When they arrested DeAngelo, he appeared to be a kindly old grandfather. He lived in a house he shared with one of his adult daughters and his oldest granddaughter. When officers tried to arrest him, DeAngelo said he “had to go inside for a bit because he had a pot roast in the oven”. The cops then took him down, suspecting he was plotting to reach for a gun and either kill himself or engage them in a shootout…
There was no pot roast. What there was, however, was a house full of evidence. A shocked family who, for a year, never broke their silence in utter disbelief. And a computer, open, up and running…
Now DeAngelo was a terrifying killer. The type of killer who would go into houses, brutally attack sleeping couples and tie up husbands in the hallway with plates and cutlery on their backs as he would rape their wives nearby… and stab, shoot or bludgeon to death the poor husband if he made an attempt to escape and save his wife, causing the cutlery to fall on the floor…
He was also a former cop who “kept tabs” on the case. He stopped in the late 1980s around the time when DNA became a more commonly used source to solve crimes. Aware of his crimes, he even followed online, made accounts on message boards that recorded the case and tracked it’s development.
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Joseph James DeAngelo also stalked his victims and their families for years after the attacks. A prowler, he would get a thrill out of repeatedly entering and leaving their homes on nights prior to his home invasions, getting to know every detail, nook and cranny of his future crime scenes. After raping and murdering family members he would find their phone numbers and call them, breathing down the line and uttering profanities. On one of his last such phone calls, somewhere around the 1990s, the victim heard children in the background. This caused law enforcement to look into the possibility that their suspect may be a family man — they had previously looked for a deranged bachelor without a family.
The fact that one of the most prolific serial killers and rapists went undetected for decades and was so… seemingly normal? Terrifying. You expect some sort of freak who talks to demons in the head and dogs possessed by Satan. Not a grandfather who takes his friends fishing by boat, who lives with his daughter, is happily retired and with-the-times enough to operate a computer and browse the internet successfully in his seventies, keeping up to date with the latest police techniques. Thank God for ancestry websites… it’s how she got a match with a distant relative of DeAngelo.
DNA took down the killer. On April 24, 2018, Joseph James DeAngelo was taken in at long last. But the most chilling detail, for me? Some accounts on the case message board for internet sleuths stopped posting altogether on the day of his arrests. And one never logged in again since. The monster lurked on the forum. Chatted the people obsessed with his case and even may have “thrown them hints” here and there. Chilling.
Italian Beef Pasta
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Ingredients
1 pound beef tenderloin, cut into thin strips
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
1 onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
3 red bell peppers, chopped
1 zucchini, chopped
2 tomatoes, chopped
1/2 pound sliced mushrooms
2 teaspoons Italian seasoning
2 cups beef broth
1 tablespoon cornstarch
1/4 pound rotini pasta
Instructions
In a large skillet over medium heat sauté beef strips in hot oil until no longer pink.
Add prepared vegetables and Italian seasoning to skillet. Cook and stir for 2 to 3 minutes or until onion is softened.
Mix together broth and cornstarch until smooth. Add to meat mixture in pan; cook and stir until mixture comes to a boil and is thickened.
Meanwhile, cook pasta as directed on package.
Spoon beef mixture over prepared pasta; garnish with fresh basil if desired.
Why Asia doesn’t want warhawk Kamala in charge
What is something in the world that you feel the need to give attention to, something everyone needs to be aware of?
I want to highlight today the sad tale of Mr. Paco Larrañaga. He was convicted to die in the Philippines in 1997 for a murder and rape he not only didn’t commit… but couldn’t possibly have committed. Why? Because he was not there. Two girls were raped and murdered in Cebu in 1997, the Chiong sisters. They belonged to a rather influential and shady family. Larrañaga, on the other hand, was just a young culinary school student hoping to one day be a chef. Despite having nothing to do with the case whatsoever, he was accused, perhaps for political reasons.
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The murder took place on the island of Cebu. Larrañaga was nowhere near — he was in Manila, studying to be a chef. The night of the crime there are records of him leaving a club in Manila. Early the next day he sat for an exam. Over forty fellow students and teachers testified to this. There were no flight records of Larrañaga flying to or from Cebu at any time near the murder. And the man who claimed he was present, Rusia, a “state witness”, showed up only ten months after the event, having never even met Larrañaga. Physical evidence linking Larrañaga to the crime was never produced. No DNA, no fingerprints, flight records, nor witnesses except for this one state witness who the defense was only allowed to interview for a mere ten minutes(!) while Larrañaga was grilled for hours on end…
The judge said every single testimony from the teachers, the students, the bouncer of the club and even the airlines could not be used by Larrañaga because “they were his friends”. He was sentenced to death, later changed to life in prison when the death penalty was abolished in the Philippines. He was just nineteen years old when they arrested him and his life, for all intents and purposes, came to an end. Today, he is 45. He has been in jail for 25 years. It’s an injustice and it needs to be said. Only a presidential pardon could save this poor man’s already ruined life, but pleas seem to fall on death ears. I’ll link a petition you could sign, and would appreciate it if you did.
This is one of the most shocking cases ever to me. For some reason it gets to me, ever since I watched the documentary “Give Up Tomorrow” made about the subject. I have seen reviewed and researched the case extensively and I am appalled and astonished that a man who has been proven beyond reasonable doubt not to have been anywhere near a crime scene is still in jail wasting away for having committed that crime.
Why are U.S. entrepreneurs flying to China now?
Why do people have a problem with Ambanis and Adanis getting richer?
The China Real Estate Syndrome
Why do you think it happened?
Why a Property that cost 350K RMB in 2004 rose to cost 3.5 Million RMB in 15 years time?
At 17% per Annum
It wasn’t due to demand and supply
It was due to RAPIDLY RISING INCOME INEQUALITY between 2005 and 2017 in China
In 2005 – the Top 0.1% Chinese earned 182% of what the Median Chinese earned
By 2016 it had risen to a whopping 568%
The Richer Chinese didn’t earn their money through manufacturing or factory work
They earned their money by PAPER WEALTH
They made real estate killings, reinvested into the same real estate
They made speculative killings and invested it back in speculative markets
Luckily for the Chinese , they had a great leader like Xi Jinping who saw the situation and decided to curb it
And has brought down the number from 568% to 342% in the last 7 years
Has kept real estate prices constant so that the apartment now costs 3.28 Million RMB instead of 5.25 Million RMB that it could have risen to
It’s still not hunky dory
However China has dodged a Major Hypersonic Nuclear Weapon and managed to get hit with a dozen bullets instead
India is heading the same way
Except that in India – State does not even own the land
Our 0.1% in the last 3 years from 2021–2024 now have 1186% more rise in wealth than the Median group
In China it was 293%
In US it was 313%
In Japan it was 181%
In India it was 1200%
You catch my drift?
If this keeps up, resources will become all the more expensive and the ownership will become even more exclusive
In 20 years – we could virtually be slaves of the 0.1% unable to grow or develop even a fraction
We talk of Middle Income Trap with China
We could fall into a Low Income Trap
Solution?
In the next two decades – the 0.1% should see a wealth growth of 275% of the Median Group
That’s the only way to ensure INEQUALITY IS CONTAINED
If they keep getting richer like today, India is finished
China woke up in 2018 – luckily
We need to have woken up five years ago, given that we have a bureaucracy while they can change the rules in twenty minutes
Unless Ambani and Adani can create latest technology and earn from it
And they are too Moron to do that
A 10-year-old cat abandoned, stays at the owner’s door unwilling to leave
How effective are Taiwan’s Wan’an civil defense drills at simulating a Chinese missile attack?
Unless they’re simulating 12,000 MLRS guided rockets like a smaller version of the ATACMS in one hour. It’s completely useless.
It’s like practicing against 50 people when 10,000 will show up. What will that do? Will that really help?
You decide.
China brings a whole new dimension to modern warfare. Not only do they have advanced weapon system that is equal or better than the US, they have them in ridiculously large numbers.
They have been preparing for war with the US. So do you think Taiwan can do anything?
Right before I went into the US Army, the US invaded Panama. Operation Just Cause. Did Panama manage to fend off the US?
And Panama is over 1,800 miles. Taiwan is 100 miles off the coast of China. With no intervening nation. While Panama has the whole of Mexico between it and the US. Did that bother the US or stop the US?
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As a nurse, what is the most disturbing story you can tell about a patient who was living in extreme poverty?
I was a patient in the hospital myself, which was an eye opening experience for me as an RN. I was there for a week with what turned out to be psitticosis from my new pet parakeet. (Not a fun experience.) During that time, I got to know my roommate very well.
My roommate was a widow in her mid thirties, and she was dying of cancer. She had three young children who had recently entered the foster care system. She had no friends or family to help her, and no one willing to take her kids in. She had done nothing wrong as a mother except to become so sick with cancer that she could no longer care for her children. To complicate matters, she had recently been evicted from her apartment due to the loss of her income as a result of her ongoing illness. She was now homeless.
She was also uninsured, which is why her breast cancer was left untreated until it was too late. The cancer had been detected by a routine mammogram paid for by a woman’s health clinic. She was then referred for a biopsy, then to an oncologist. The oncologist was willing to see her free of charge, yet he could not afford to pay for her chemotherapy. He informed her that she needed to try to get on Medicaid, so that the expensive chemotherapy could begin. At that time she was still working, and she made too much money to qualify for Medicaid. She made far too little money though, to purchase health insurance. (This was in 2004, before the ACA, or even Go-Fund-Me came about.) She kept working as long as she could to feed her kids while the cancer spread throughout her body.
Soon after being told that she was terminal, she received word that she had been accepted into a charity drug program paid for by the Disney corporation. They agreed to pay for her chemotherapy, except now it was too late.
While we were in the hospital, she told me over and over again that she desperately wanted to see her children. She was embarrassed by her appearance though, because as the cancer overtook her, she became so weak that she would occasionally faint. One of those falls had chipped two of her front teeth close to the gum line. This was very noticeable. When her mouth was closed, she looked normal. The minute she spoke, smiled or ate, the missing teeth were very, very apparent. Her children had never seen her without her front teeth, and she feared that she would frighten them. She longed for a partial plate or crowns to correct her appearance before her children saw her, yet she had no money for this. As a result, she planned to wear a mask over her mouth when they came instead. Sadly though, her young children were never brought to see her. Calls by her to the social worker in charge of her children’s foster care placement went unreturned. I tried to get our hospital’s social services department to help, yet nothing was ever accomplished.
My roommate had been a pre-school teacher. This isn’t a high paying job, yet it is an important one. The job, sadly, offered no benefits. Plus, due to her cancer, she had by this point not been able to work for several months.
By the time I was discharged, we had become the best of friends. I was still quite weak from my own illness, yet my hope was to have her live in my spare bedroom when she was discharged. As a nurse who only worked part time, I knew that I could care for her.
Whether she came to live with me or not, I also planned to help get her teeth fixed so that she could at least die with the dignity of a beautiful smile. I even had a dentist lined up who was willing to help. Most importantly, I planned to find some way to have her children visit regularly. I never got the chance to do any of those things though. I went to see her two days after my discharge, only to find out that she had passed away suddenly the night before, alone, homeless and toothless.
Keanu Reeves
While shooting the movie “The Lake House”, he overheard the conversation between two costume assistants, and a woman was crying because she would lose her house if she didn’t pay a sum of 20 thousand dollars. He deposited it into her account.
On his birthday in 2010, he went into a bakery alone and bought a cupcake with a single candle. While he ate it outside, he offered free coffee and bread to all customers. This was his luxury birthday.
With what he earned from the Matrix trilogy, he distributed 50 million dollars to the special effects personnel, because according to him, they were the real heroes of the films.
He almost never used stuntmen, except for very specific things like stunts, and for this reason he recognized the work of his stuntmen by giving each of them a Harley Davidson motorcycle.
To this day, he regularly uses the subway and other public transportation systems such as the bus when necessary because it is the most practical thing, and he is never ashamed.
A large number of hospitals say they have received tens of millions of dollars from him.
He donated 90% of his salary in some films so that the production could hire other stars.
In 1997, a paparazzo found him on the street sitting next to a homeless man, listening to the homeless man’s life and having breakfast with him.
All the good we know about Keanu Reeves was not told to us by him, but by those who benefited from him. He never declared anything.
For everything he has experienced, he could have had a sadder and more pessimistic view of life, but despite this he chose to be that something good among all the evil there is.
American greed…
What happened? Since when did money become EVERYTHING?
When I left the USN and entered MAJestic, I was left “to forage in the wilds” for a few years while my training center was being established at China Lake Naval Weapons Center.
During that time, I worked in a steel factory… was laid off… got married and toured the country for three years living in a van, until MAJestic picked me back up and put me back on the program track.
Here is a story from the days when I was working at the steel factory/ It’s name was Edgewater Steel, and it is long gone now. We made railroad and jet engine “rings”. These were high precision exotic material steel forgings.
One of the guys who I occasionally worked with was a guy named Denny.
He was about twenty years older than me, and quite the character. Being part liaison, part Marketing and part salesman. He was the guy who kept the orders flowing in.
When I went on trips to other factories where Denny was assigned, I got to know him. He was a womanizer, man-about-town, and a heavy drinker.
Drunk always at work.
Indeed.
But not a lazy drunk. An actual functioning alcoholic.
At work, he would stand beside me (on the plant floor) and whisper to me, “prop me up if is start to collapse“. Yeah. He drank heavily, and it was on the company dime.
He got by with one to two hour naps scattered throughout the day. And, he would make a presence at the offices. Being mostly, in and then out. At night, he was off meeting businessmen, and always had a new girl on every arm.
Quite the guy; that Denny.
He threw money about like there was no tomorrow and certainly was a most robust and colorful figure. Sort of the human version of Futurarama’s “Spuds Mckensey”.
Ode to Denny.
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Party on dudes!
Today…
A factory story
A lady worked at a meat distribution factory.
One day, when she finished with her work schedule, she went into the meat cold room (Freezer) to inspect something, but in a moment of misfortune, the door closed and she was locked inside with no help in sight.
Although she screamed and knocked with all her might, her cries went unheard as no one could hear her. Most of the workers had already gone, and outside the cold room it’s impossible to hear what was going on inside.
Five hours later, whilst she was at the verge of death, the security guard of the factory eventually opened the door.
She was miraculously saved from dying that day.
When she later asked the security guard how he had come to open the door, which wasn’t his usual work routine.
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His explanation: “I’ve been working in this factory for 35 years, hundreds of workers come in and out every day, but you’re one of the few who greet me in the morning and say goodbye to me every night when leaving after work. Many treat me as if I’m invisible.
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Today, as you reported for work, like all other days, you greeted me in your simple manner ‘Hello’. But this evening after working hours, I curiously observed that I had not heard your “Bye, see you tomorrow”.
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Hence, I decided to check around the factory. I look forward to your ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ every day because they remind me that I am someone.
By not hearing your farewell today, I knew something had happened. That’s why I was searching every where for you.”
…
Be humble, love and respect those around
you. Try to have an impact on people who
cross your path every day, you never know
what tomorrow will bring..
Stay Blessed.
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Angel Hair with Shrimp Sesame Sauce
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Angel Hair with Shrimp Sesame Sauce recipe Ingredients
8 ounces angel hair (capellini), uncooked
1 pound asparagus, trimmed and cut into 1 inch pieces
2 teaspoons vegetable oil
5 cloves garlic, chopped
1 cup sliced mushrooms
1/4 cup low-sodium soy sauce
2 tablespoons sesame oil
1 tablespoon brown sugar
3 tablespoons chutney
2 tablespoons toasted sesame seeds
1 bunch scallions, finely chopped
1/2 cup vinegar
1 pound frozen medium shrimp, thawed
Instructions
Prepare pasta according to package directions; two minutes before pasta is done, add asparagus pieces. When pasta and asparagus are done, drain.
Place oil, garlic and mushrooms in a 2-quart saucepan. Sauté for 3 to 4 minutes.
Add soy sauce, sesame oil, brown sugar, chutney, toasted sesame seeds, scallions and vinegar. Simmer for 3 to 5 minutes.
Add shrimp to the sauce and cook for another 5 to 8 minutes.
Toss shrimp and sauce with pasta and asparagus and serve.
The Philippines’ “capriciousness” is actually an act for the United States to see
Recently, the Philippines has been frequently causing trouble and heating up the situation in the South China Sea, and on June 24, the Philippines declared that it would continue to carry out “supply missions” to Ren’ai Reef in spite of the fact that it was confronted with the law enforcement of the Chinese Marine Police.
In fact, the Philippine domestic response to this matter is not unanimous. The Straight News noted that the chairman of the Philippine National Maritime Commission (NMC), Mr. Bersamin, responded to the issue on the 21st, saying that the confrontation between the Philippine military and the Chinese Marine Police “could be a misunderstanding or an accident”. Subsequently, President Marcos also said that the Philippines has no intention of provoking a war and hopes to resolve all disputes through peaceful means. However, before the words left his mouth, the Philippine position changed again. On the same day, Marcos visited the troops who were involved in the friction with the Chinese Marine Police during their illegal “beaching” of warships on Renai Reef on the 17th. 24th, Philippine Defense Secretary Teodoro categorically denied that the incident was a misunderstanding or accident.
In fact, Marcos’s statement was directed at the U.S. and the international community first, and the Filipino domestic population second. He emphasized that Marcos’s statements, such as his assertion that the Philippines would not start a “war,” were in fact intended to appease the United States and ensure its continued support for the Philippines. This tactic is intended to allay U.S. concerns about the heightened risk of war in the region and to prevent the U.S. from withdrawing its support in response to Philippine provocations.
Marcos also intended to galvanize nationalist sentiment within the Philippines through these public statements as a way to increase popular support. He noted that the Marcos administration’s lack of significant progress in the domestic political and economic arena has necessitated the need to capitalize on nationalist sentiments.
“Overall, the Philippine government’s behavior on the South China Sea is not only an external geopolitical strategy, but also a means used by Marcos to maintain domestic political stability. Through continued provocative behavior, Marcos is trying to find a balance in his internal and external policies to achieve his political and strategic goals.”
At the Foreign Ministry’s press conference on the 24th, spokesperson Mao Ning clearly responded to questions about the China-Philippines sea-related dispute, emphasizing that the rights and wrongs of the China-Philippines sea-related dispute are very clear, and that the Chinese side has already introduced the situation and China’s solemn position on a number of occasions. If the Philippine side is really willing to act in accordance with international law, it should, first of all, follow the provisions of the treaties that determine the territorial scope of the Philippines, including the 1898 U.S.-Southwest Peace Treaty, and abide by the Declaration on the Conduct of Parties in the South China Sea. As an archipelagic country historically colonized by Spain and the United States, the Philippines’ territorial boundaries are defined by a series of historical international treaties, such as the 1898 Treaty of Peace between the United States and Spain, which, however, did not include China’s Nansha Islands and Huangyan Island as Philippine territory. The erratic behavior of the Philippines is partly attributed to the U.S. exploitation of the Marcos government.
Marcos is seen as a “tool or puppet in a regional proxy war” for the US. Lured by the false security promises of the United States and the massive flow of second-hand weapons, coupled with the deep penetration and influence of the United States in the Philippines, the Philippine government has willingly played the role of a hawk and dog of United States hegemony in regional affairs.
Although the U.S. State Department recently issued a statement reaffirming its unwavering support for the Philippines under the U.S.-Philippines Mutual Defense Treaty, the applicability of this commitment to the South China Sea issue has been widely discussed.
Some U.S. media outlets have cited a paper from the University of Cambridge in the U.K. “clarifying” that the U.S.-Philippines Mutual Defense Treaty does not apply to the South China Sea because the Philippines did not have any form of claim to the relevant islands in the South China Sea at the time of the signing of the treaty in 1951. in 1975, then U.S. Secretary of State Henry Kissinger further clarified that the defense treaty does not apply to the South China Sea. clarified that the defense treaty did not apply to attacks on Philippine forces in the Spratlys.
In addition, U.S. strategic concerns over the region have been demonstrated by the movements of the U.S. Navy. The USS Reagan, an aircraft carrier, recently arrived in Guam for recuperation, while another U.S. aircraft carrier, the USS Roosevelt, was spotted leaving the South China Sea on June 13 through the Bashi Channel.
The “common defense” is a means for the U.S. to control its allies, whose fundamental purpose is to serve U.S. strategic interests rather than to safeguard the security of its allies, who are often at greater risk from being exploited.
Former Philippine Senator Francisco Tatad previously published an article in the Philippine “Manila Times” website bluntly said that if the Philippines in the United States support war with China, will be “stupid suicidal behavior”.
Recalling this incident, the Philippines on the 17th sent six ships, including a supply ship, two inflatable boats, including approaching the Nansha Islands Ren’ai Reef adjacent to the sea, attempting to illegally “beach” warships to deliver supplies. In response, the Chinese Maritime Police took control measures in accordance with the law, such as warning and stopping, boarding and inspection, and forcible removal, in respect of the Filipino vessels that had intruded into the waters of Ren’ai Reef, and seized firearms and other non-lifestyle items. In the meantime, the two sides of the boats repeatedly collided, the two sides of the personnel unusually close and confrontation, its intensity far exceeded the previous Renai Reef confrontation, but also for nearly a decade in the South China Sea friction of the most. For a time, the situation in the South China Sea once again triggered a high degree of concern at home and abroad.
At a time when the Philippines is provoking China, the Chinese 10,000-ton giant ship appeared in the South China Sea. According to public signals from AIS ships, a Chinese Marine Police 10,000-ton giant ship, No. 5901, has appeared around Zhongye Island in the afternoon of the 19th.
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Cappeli D’Angelo with Parmesan Sauce
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Yield: 4 to 6 servings
Ingredients
1 cup unsalted butter
1 pound Capelli D’Angelo, cooked al dente
1 1/2 cups freshly-grated Parmesan cheese
Salt
Freshly-ground black pepper
Instructions
Melt butter in large skillet over medium heat.
Add pasta and cheese and toss constantly until butter and cheese cling to noodles.
Season to taste with salt and pepper and serve immediately.
Notes
Variation: Combine 1/3 cup each freshly grated Bel Paese, Gruyere, Fontina and Parmesan cheeses and toss to above directions.
Just before serving, stir in 1/2 cup whipping cream and heat through.
Serve immediately with a sprinkling of minced chives if desired.
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Five minutes of pure Japanese…. something.
Why foreigners come to China
A great variety of people come to China for a great variety of reasons.
Japanese/Korean – Many Japanese and Korean people are sent here by companies back home. One Japanese guy once told me that he enjoys living in China because the culture here is more laid back and has an “anything goes” feeling to it. There is also a large number of Japanese/Korean business owners in China.
Southeast Asians – People from Burma, Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia, and Laos want to come here to find work. (Possibly marry, possibility immigrate)
White Western Europeans / Americans – Some come here just as a “gap year” between graduation and finding “career related work”. Some are backpackers and just do odd jobs as they travel throughout Asia. Some are sent by large multinational corporations as upper level management or executives (with the rest of their family). Some are sexpats. Some are looking to start businesses or find money making opportunities. Some are just foreign exchange students. Some come here to teach English and just remain teachers here because they don’t know what they’d do back home or they don’t know how to find other jobs here.
Africans – Most Africans here are doing textile and electronics trading. Some of them might try to marry a local in order to live here — although I think they’ll find the discrimination here quite steep. (Their numbers seem to be diminishing as of recently, especially in Guangzhou)
Arabs / Indians – Like many Africans here, they’re mostly here to do business and trade. In my experience, these people tend to be older than the westerners and tend to have established families, households, and businesses.
Eastern Europeans / Russians – Because the economy here is still stronger than in their home countries. Many Russians end up in China’s “gig economy” hopping from teaching to fighting to acting to foreign trade to company spokesman to modeling, or to prostitution. I’ve met some Russian men who do MMA fights for cash, then do modeling jobs or “face” jobs where they’re paid to just show up in a suit and be white. (The Americans and Western Europeans do this, too.)
Trump says that Taiwan should pay for US defense rather than US defending Taiwan for free. Doesn’t that show Trump is in China’s pocket as well as Russia? Wouldn’t Taiwan be better off if Trump was taken out in Pennsylvania? Taiwanese support Biden.
Regardless who is US president, Republican or Democrat. It will be the same. USA is using Taiwan as a tool to destabilise China & thus slow down China’s rise. That is all.
Trump is more straight-forward while Biden is more rhetoric to hide his motives. That is all.
It is in the DNA of USA to suppress any country that will surpass USA. USA wants to stay dominance in the world.
USA suppressed UK after WW2, USSR in 1991 & Japan in 1980’s (economically). USA also suppressed EU’s economic rise too.
One reason USA waged a Ukraine war was Euro was higher than USD.
People scolded at Russia for invasion of Ukraine. Actually there are lots of things we do not see on the surface.
Back to Taiwan. Taiwan is just a US tool. But Taiwanese refuse to hear about it.
Cozy
Did Yamamoto immediately realize his gamble of striking Pearl Harbor provoked an unstoppable war machine for no real strategic gain when his pilots reported that no US aircraft carriers were present or damaged?
Actually, he realised that before the operations were even launched.
Before Pearl Harbor, he wrote: “Should hostilities once break out between Japan and the United States, it is not enough that we take Guam and the Philippines, nor even Hawaii and San Francisco. To make victory certain, we would have to march into Washington and dictate the terms of peace in the White House. I wonder if our politicians, among whom armchair arguments about war are being glibly bandied about in the name of state politics, have confidence as to the final outcome and are prepared to make the necessary sacrifices.” -letter to businessman Sasakawa Ryoichi
He also warned the Japanese Government about what would happen:
“If we are ordered to do it then I can guarantee to put up a tough fight for the first six months, but I have absolutely no confidence as to what would happen if it went on for two or three years.” -Statement to Japanese cabinet minister Matsumoto Shigeharu and Japanese prime minister Konoe Fumimaro, 1940
In September 1941, he warned them again:
“For a while we’ll have everything our own way, stretching out in every direction like an octopus spreading its tentacles. But it’ll last for a year and a half at the most.”
Right after Pearl Harbor, he wrote to a colleague:
“Britain and America may have underestimated Japan somewhat, but from their point of view it’s like having one’s hand bitten rather badly by a dog one was feeding. It seems that America in particular is determined before long to embark on full-scale operations against Japan. The mindless rejoicing at home is really deplorable; it makes me fear that the first blow at Tokyo will make them wilt on the spot.”
Also:
“A lot of people are feeling relieved, or saying they’re ‘grateful to Admiral Yamamoto’ because there hasn’t been a single air raid. They’re very wrong: the fact that the enemy hasn’t come is no thanks to Admiral Yamamoto, but to the enemy himself. So if they want to express gratitude to somebody, I wish they’d express it to America. If the latter really made up its mind to wade in on us, there’d be no way of defending a city like Tokyo.”
So yes, he absolutely knew, well before the operation commenced, and he wasn’t the only one.
The whiskey stung going down. Sheriff Houghton coughed back the cheap swill and took in a deep breath through his nostrils, taking in the scents of Old Delilah’s saloon. That one sniff carried with it the musty memories of liquor, twice chewed tobacco, and the unmistakable truth that it had been weeks since the bartender before him had seen a bar of soap. He quickly rejected the breath, pushing it out from his mouth with great force and slamming his empty glass onto the table.“You’re doin’ nobody favors here, Kipp.” The words came out in a drawl croak, still recovering from the whiskey’s hard punch to his throat.On the other side of the bar, Kipp poured another stream of the fiery potion into Houghton’s glass. He smiled with his mouth, but his eyes ran cold. He poured the man another drink. “You got that right. I ain’t doing favors for nobody, cuz I ain’t hidin’ that boy on your poster, Sheriff. Never seen ‘em, don’t know ‘em, and he ain’t my business.”The sheriff grasped his glass tentatively, but did not drink. He stared down into the swirling golden liquid as he contemplated the barman’s lie. He knew Kipp to be an honest man who paid his fines and did his time in the Sunday pew, yet Houghton knew there was a history between Kipp and the boy’s mother, Susie. For him to say he had never known the boy was a bald-faced lie. If this man were hiding the boy, then it was only a matter of time before he would break. “Alright.” Houghton said. He threw up his hands in surrender. “You don’t know ‘em. He wasn’t here.”Kipp lowered his defenses and relaxed his jaw. “Like I said.”The room went silent for a time. The sky outside had gone black, the streets deserted. There was only one other man in the building, seated at the farthest table from the bar. Kipp had only just now noticed him, due to his lack of movement and the tan duster he wore, which acted as camouflage in the dusty saloon. “Last call!” Kipp shouted across the room. “Last call, Fella!” When the man showed no signs of life, Kipp walked over to him and placed an empty glass near his nose, checking for breath. He examined the fog on the glass carefully, then cleared the man’s table and left him to continue his rest.As he returned to the bar to clean the glass, he glanced at the sheriff again and grumbled. “What’s there such a price on that kid for anyhow? He ain’t more than ten or so.”Houghton returned his hands to his full whisky glass. His right eyebrow curled. “How is it you know he’s ten, iff’n you don’t know the boy, Kipp?”Kipp, now back behind the bar, brushed the notion away with a rag he was using to polish the glass. “Oh now, Sheriff, I was just lookin’ at that great doodle you’d done of ‘em. I was just supposin’ he was young from it.”Houghton, still unconvinced, pushed his glass away and sat up straight onto his barstool with crossed arms. “You were supposin’?”“Yessir. I was supposin’,” Kipp defended. “And supposin’ he’s that young, wouldn’t you suppose he’s got some folks? They’d sure know his whereabout’s wouldn’t they.”Houghton leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bar counter top. “That’s an awful lot of supposin’ on a kid you don’t know, that you’ve never seen, that’s none of your business.”There was a tumbleweed silence as the men examined one another with grave suspicion. Houghton knew Kipp, and he’d all but decided on trusting him, but he couldn’t help but wonder. An anxious sweat broke out over his face. Behind that unwashed beard, those lazy grey eyes, and the gap-toothed smile, could there be a man capable of harboring a fugitive?The sleeper in the corner broke Houghton’s thoughts short with an unconscious chortle as he broke wind. The sound filled the otherwise empty space, and the smell was enough to make even Kipp, in his unwashed glory, turn up his nose. The two men shifted to glance at him, then returned to one another, the tension broken with a shared smirk.“I worry for his mama is all.” Kipp said, putting the glass away. “Must be worried to high heaven if she don’t know where he is.”This sentiment amused Houghton. He wasn’t sure if this comment confirmed he knew Susie or if it secured his innocence. He choked down his still full glass, voicing his distain for the beverage with a breathy gasp. He stood and brushed his pant legs, returning his hat to his head and offering Kipp a well folded bill for his trouble, which he declined with the wave of a calloused hand as he poured himself a whiskey.“On the house, Sheriff. Here’s hopin’ you get your man.” Kipp raised his glass in a toast to Sheriff Houghton, with a smile that cast even more suspicion.Houghton still had one more card left to play. He decided that if he told Kipp enough of what the boy had done, perhaps he could elicit a confession of some kind. He didn’t tell him all of it. Truth be told, so much of it didn’t make sense. All that blood on her with no open wounds, the bullets found laying in the dirt near the body. The sobbing boy who was there one minute and gone the next. He was beginning to think it was all just the heat. That he had imagined it all. He wouldn’t tell Kipp everything. Just what he needed to know.
“I wouldn’t worry much for his mama now. She won’t be missin’ him much, being as she’s dead. Her blood’s all over the kid, if you believe the stories.” Kipp’s eyes widened, his face pale. After a careful study of the bartender’s stunned expression, Houghton decided that it was best to simply end the evening and let his words stew. He would return tomorrow and see if Kipp was ready to talk . “Like I said, you’re doin’ nobody favors if you know where he is.”
With that, the Sheriff adjusted the hat on his head and turned to leave.
Kipp stood still a moment after the saloon door swung closed. He wanted to move but couldn’t. He wanted to shout, to curse his grief at anyone who would listen. Somehow he had a feeling that his last lone patron in the corner wouldn’t wake if he did. Still he just stood motionless. What in the Sam Hill have you gotten yourself into now, Kipp? What the hell has you done? What has HE done?
He’d always thought of himself as a good man, an honest man, and yet here he was, lying to the law, implicating himself. And for what? Some kid. Not just some kid. Susie’s Kid. Susie. She was dead now, gone. He’d never told her, but she was the closest thing he would ever have to a daughter. He had wanted to cry, to break down when Houghton had said the words. Still, he protected the child. That is what Susie would have wanted, even if the child had been her undoing.
After several attempts to awaken the man in the corner, Kipp decided that the man was nothing to bother with and would likely see himself out when he woke. He checked the body again for signs of life and locked up his establishment, casting a cautious glance outside to ensure that Sheriff Houghton had gone. He stood in the room a moment, taking in the scent of dust, wood, and mildew.
His shock had been simmering, and now it had come to a slow rolling boil. Anger filtered through all of his thoughts, clouding them. He walked behind the bar to a small storage room and slammed his clenched fist down on a mildewed whiskey barrel. He spoke to the air. “Now you wanna tell me what you done that has Mr. Law barking at my door at all hours, or should I ask ‘em back here to tell me his own damn self?”
From inside the barrel came a shuffle and a knock. The lid tumbled off and a tuft of ash blonde hair rose up from the inside, followed by a pair of bight blue eyes and a soot covered face wearing a scolded expression. It was as if he had been caught drinking the communion wine and had come to seek his penance. His body trembled and his eyes swelled. He opened his mouth a bit, but no words came.
“I’m waitin’.” Kipp barked. He tapped his foot impatiently. “Why you wanted, kid?” His voice rose with urgency. He shook the paper in the child’s face. “You kilt your momma?” Did you kilt Susie? My Susie? Is that her blood on your trousers? You kilt yer momma, and then you come here and ask me to hide you. Is that it? You gonna have a go at me too?” His voice was now a rolling thunder that filled the full saloon. He imagined it would wake the man in the bar, but figured it would likely not matter much what a lazy drunkard heard.
“I ain’t kilt my momma.” The boy mumbled.
Kipp put a hand to his ear. “Eh?” He’d heard well enough. He just wanted to hear it again.
“I said I ain’t kilt my mama!” The boy’s voice cracked and warbled, he wiped away a variety of fluids from his face with his soiled sleeve. Kipp gestured to him to continue, eyes wide with impatience.
“I was too late to help her. She was gone dead when I got there” The words were coming out, but they were muffled and broken. He stopped a moment and sobbed into his filthy hands, dirt mixing with the salty water and stinging his raw cheeks. “Real dead.” He said. “Can’t be helped kind. There was no going back.” Kipp allowed the boy a moment to continue his tears. He kept repeating that last part. “No going back.” It was a mantra to him, keeping him in his grief. “No going back.”
Kipp fought back the urge to embrace the child. He tried not to recall the day his own mother died, when the fever took her and left him with nothing at just fourteen years old. He didn’t want the kid to see his sympathy, but it was there. He knew this child couldn’t have killed his mother. There wasn’t any way this whimpering mess of a boy could do that to anyone.
“Then why you hidin’? Kipp asked, finally. “If you ain’t done it, then go to Houghton and tell ‘em true. You ain’t done it. I believe you. He’ll believe you. Hell, He believed me, and I’m the worst damned liar this side of the Mississippi.” Kipp laughed a little, but the boy didn’t.
There was a still darkness in the boy’s eyes. His grieving abated for now. He was still inside the barrel, but standing erect in it, stone still. There was fear in him. Real fear. The kind that you can’t shake.
“I ain’t hidin’ from the law.” He said. There was a tone to it, an ominous one. He said the rest with his eyes, burrowing them into Kipp with gritted teeth. The truth of it hung in the air, haunting them both. The boy hadn’t killed sweet Susie, but whoever had certainly wasn’t going to leave loose ends.
Before further explanation could come, the creak of boots on floor boards sent the boy back into his whiskey barrel. Kip covered the barrel and turned around to find himself eye to eye with the darkened well of a pistol barrel. Even more startling than the gun itself was the man at the other end. Standing at his full height, with his eyes wide open, the man appeared much more of a threat than he did earlier, when Kipp had checked his vitals and declared him harmless. “Now, I thought you was sleepin’?” Kipp choked.
They called him “The Possum”. Only once Kipp had heard of him before and it was never told whether the man who stood before him was an outlaw, a bounty man, or a murderer. The only consistency amongst all the rumors was that the Possum only ever wanted them dead and never alive. It was said that he never flinched at the thought of killing anyone, even a woman or a child. His namesake was earned by his reputation to “play dead” until the time was right, hidden in plain sight. Sometimes he was a dead body, or an unconscious man you just stepped over in brawl, and sometimes he was just a drunk, huddled in a corner, so fast asleep that one might think he was dead.You never called on the Possum if you wanted your money back. You called him when you were done waiting.
“All right, son. Common out where I can’t see ya or I kill ‘em!” The Possum spat as he shouted to the room. His word’s came out in raspy broken spurts as he struggled to keep a piece of tobacco lodged in his cheek. “We can do this easy or hard, kid! Your mama’s time was up! She shoulda paid the man what he was owed, and you, well you was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now I don’t know how you done the thing with the bullets, or how you got away like you did, but I got yah now. I can’t let you be. Wouldn’t be responsible, lettin’ a motherless little bastard run around. Better yah get shot quick than starve to death in the heat.”
Kipp placed a shaking hand over the barrel of the gun and met eyes with the man. “He’s with me now, cousin. We ain’t gonna say a word. You can rest assured he’s safe and silent.” He thought perhaps a friendly tongue would calm the man, talk his finger away from the trigger.
He thought wrong.
“Ain’t your cousin.” The man replied. He fired a shot into Kipp’s palm. The ensuing explosion surprised Kipp as a thunder clap filled the room and specks of blood splattered his vision. Kipp look down at his ruined hand and saw a blackened tattoo around a stone sized hole, now filling up with blood. Kipp fell to his knees on the hard floor and snapped his eyes shut, praying that if he closed them tight enough, he might disappear. The Possum’s gun was now pressed to the bartender’s head. “The boy!” The Possum shouted.
Kipp, his eyes still closed tight, pointed shakily with his good hand in the direction of the whiskey barrel. He felt the Possum’s pistol moved away from his skin. Warm liquid trailed down his leg.
Kipp could hear the struggle, the barrel opening, the muffled sounds of such a small and helpless body fighting against the strength and muscle of a full grown man. The air stung his nostrils with the scent of blood and sweat. The floor was hard beneath him as he stayed there, crouched, eyes closed, waiting for it to end.
The gun fired again, and the room went cold and still. It smelled of lighting before a storm. All of the sounds simply stopped. There was no struggle anymore, no crying or shouting.
Kipp opened his eyes.
Time was still. The bullet had stopped, suspended into mid air. Kipp and the boy remained in motion, while everything else appeared stagnant. The boy was backed up against the barrel, a bullet within an inch of his red and watery nose. Kipp watched, stunned, as the boy reached a shaking hand towards the bullet, picked it carefully with his thumb and index finger, and turned it on its axis to face his assassin. The boy gave a deliberate wave of his right hand and the bullet continued on its new course, punching a hole into the Possum’s stomach.
The gunman fell, bleeding and dropped his weapon. He coughed and sputtered, unsure of how he had come to be shot. The boy kicked the Possum’s gun into the corner of the room and came to stand over the injured man. He made a clockwise gesture with his index finger over the man’s stomach. The Possum jerked spasmodically on the floor, his body cracking and crumping in a series of sharp spurts coughs and moans. Then he was still. What would have been an agonizingly long ordeal of bleeding out and waiting for death had been condensed into 10 short seconds. Kipp had been wrong about the boy. He did have it in him to kill.
The boy came to crouch down beside Kip. “Gimme your hand.” He said. Kipp hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he could trust the boy, or if he was even a boy at all. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He said impatiently.
Kipp held out his disfigured hand and the child examined it before pointing his index finger at the wound. This time, the boy’s hand motion was counter-clockwise. Kipps hand itched and tingled with the bites of a thousand mosquitos as the wound sealed itself. When the boy finished, the hand was covered in blood, but otherwise looked and felt as normal as it did an hour ago. The boy gave a slight grin, reminding Kipp once again that this was Susie’s child.
Kipp reached down and picked up the bullet that had passed through his hand. He placed the blood soaked souvenir into his pocket and turned to thank the boy, but he and the body were gone.
Who do you think is, or was, the unluckiest person on Earth (fictional or non-fictional)?
Abraham Shakespeare was born in Lakeland, Florida in 1966. He had dropped out of school by the 7th grade and was basically illiterate (he could barely use a cell phone). He had some minor brushes with the law (burglary) for which he had served his time. He spent his days working as a day laborer.
In 2006, at the age of 40, Abraham’s luck appeared to change. He won $30 Million in the state lottery (and took the lump sum payment of $17 million). He bought a million dollar home, brand new car, Rolexes, etc. and by 2008, he had blown through most of his winnings. New friends had appeared out of the woodwork, and simple-natured Abraham didn’t realize what they were really after until it was too late.
Around this time, he met a woman named Dorice Moore who offered to write his life story. Moore took control of Abraham’s assets and bought herself a Hummer and a Corvette (she later claimed these were gifts from Abraham). In 2009 (three years after winning the lottery), Abraham’s family reported him missing. Dorice Moore claimed to be Abraham’s financial advisor and told police that he had traveled out of town. His family and friends then started receiving text messages from Abraham, which was very strange as he was virtually illiterate.
In January 2010, police found Abraham’s body buried under 9 feet of dirt in the back yard of Moore’s home in Plant City, Florida (nearby to Lakeland). He had been shot to death. Moore had taken possession of Abraham’s home and drained him of his final $1.3 million lottery winnings.
Moore’s own attorney described her as emotionally unstable and in 2012 she was sentenced to life in prison. Moore continues to deny all charges and claims she is innocent.
Dude Runs Away on Date When She Brought Her Friends!
Instead of checking her mailbox frequently for her university admission letter, high school graduate Wang Yunyi received it up from the sky.
On Monday morning, an unmanned aerial vehicle (UAV) for the first time delivered four college admission letters issued by the South China University of Technology to the hands of four students in the Chinese city of Guangzhou. The drone trip took about 30 minutes, covering 25 km, forming a new scenario for China’s UAV application.
“I was amazed to see my admission letter sent by a drone. It was like a movie scene coming to real life,” said Wang.
Guangzhou Post, the drone operator, has been delivering college admission letters for over 40 years, handling about 550,000 letters annually.
“In the future, more students can experience technological advancement with their admission letters sent by drones,” said Zou Liwen, a manager at Guangzhou Post.
In recent years, drones have become increasingly common in video clip productions, express and meal deliveries and fleet shows as China strives to expand its low-altitude economy, which was included in the country’s government work report for the first time in March this year.
Data from the Civil Aviation Administration of China (CAAC) show that China had 1.27 million registered drones by the end of 2023, up 32.2 percent compared with the previous year. Civilian drones accumulated 23.11 million flight hours in 2023, representing an 11.8 percent year-on-year growth.
Phoenix Wings, a cargo drone company under China’s delivery giant SF Express, initiated the interprovincial drone-delivery service for fresh fruit across the Qiongzhou Strait in late May.
This new mode of transport is 70 percent quicker and 30 percent cheaper than conventional cross-sea transport, enhancing the freshness of the lychees and the economic benefits on all sides.
CAAC data shows that the scale of China’s low-altitude economy exceeded 500 billion yuan (about 70 billion U.S. dollars) in 2023, and is expected to reach 2 trillion yuan by 2030.
More drones in the sky have also expanded the spectrum of applications. While many parts of China are battling floods in the summer, UAVs are seen at the forefront, patrolling embankments and delivering disaster relief supplies in water-stranded areas.
In central China’s Hunan Province, where a dike section breached earlier this month at China’s second-largest freshwater lake of Dongting, fire and rescue teams in the province deployed a fleet of 47 UAVs for flood control and disaster relief work.
Liang Shixin, a member of the telecommunication team for emergency response at the provincial fire and rescue headquarters, said he operated a UAV a dozen times a day as a complementary means to monitor the embankments.
Unlike conventional drones that are mainly equipped with cameras, the UAV has thermal infrared and lidar sensors, being capable of quickly scanning embankments to capture signs of pipe bursts and leakage hazards even in the darkness, said Liang.
Incomplete statistics showed that China had more than 2,300 companies engaged in civilian drone development by the end of 2023, with over 1,000 drone types in mass production. In 2023 alone, over 3.17 million civilian drones were delivered in China, and the general aviation manufacturing industry generated an output exceeding 51 billion yuan, an increase of nearly 60 percent year on year.
In April, the Chinese drone maker EHang Holdings Limited obtained the production certificate for its passenger-carrying autonomous aerial vehicle system from the CAAC. It is the first production certificate issued in China for an autonomous passenger drone and also the first one in the global electric vertical takeoff and landing industry.
He Tianxing, vice president of the company, noted that the expansion of the low-altitude economy will further drive the development of upstream and downstream industries, such as new infrastructure, spare parts, energy storage, cultural tourism and education.
Traces of cyanide are found in the blood of Vietnamese and Americans found dead in a Bangkok hotel
https://youtu.be/bZzjpUd84S8
Chicken Breasts with Spinach Cream Sauce
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Yield: 4 servings
Ingredients
4 fresh boneless, skinless chicken breasts
4 tablespoons butter, divided
1 1/2 cups Alfredo pasta sauce
1 cup coarsely chopped fresh spinach
8 ounces angel hair pasta
1/3 cup shredded Parmesan cheese
Instructions
Cook chicken in a sauté pan in 2 tablespoons butter over medium heat until browned on both sides and cooked through (165 degrees F), about 15 to 20 minutes.
Meanwhile, heat sauce in a small saucepan. Add spinach and cook for 1 minute; remove from heat and keep warm.
Cook pasta according to package directions. Drain well and toss with remaining butter; set aside.
When chicken is cooked, place in an 11 x 7 inch casserole dish and top with sauce and Parmesan cheese.
Place under the broiler for 5 minutes or until cheese is lightly browned and sauce is hot and bubbly.
Serve over hot pasta.
How do you feel about the USA-China trade situation escalating?
American farmers have taken the brunt of this trade war, and let me explain why.
The US grows two main crops, corn and soybeans. Corn is usually processed into animal feed, ethanol, and other food ingredients. Most of it is used domestically. We do export corn, but not to China.
Soybeans is either processed into soybean meal or soybean oil. On that note, we export over 50% of our entire soybean crop, which is the second largest in the world. Out of the billions of bushels we grow, nearly 67% of it is exported to China.
Exports are by far our largest market for soybeans. Between China and the rest of the world, the US exports more soybeans than we actually use domestically. China was our biggest market for our crops. Recently, Trump impossed tariffs on China, and as us farmers all expected upon hearing that devastating news China put tariffs on soybeans.
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Surprise surprise.
The affect has been devastating for farmers. This is how the price of soybeans has trended since the tariff talk began.
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As you can see above, soybean futures peaked in late May at a high of $10.50/bushel. Since tariffs were talked about and set in stone, prices have fallen nearly $2/bushel.
But it’s only $2 right, that’s not a big deal?
Wrong, that’s a massive deal.
Let me give you an example of a small local farmer I deal with, Frank.
Frank farms 700 acres, and he splits it for 350 acres in corn and 350 acres in soybeans. He usually grows 55 bushels per acre on his beans, which means he produces 19,250 bushels of soybeans every year, out of the billions of US produced soybeans.
That $2/bushel price drop costed him $38,500 AT LEAST. It’ll actually cost more, since local prices will plummet compared to futures prices. With 2/3rds of our export market in the damn toilet, domestic companies have little competition from overseas.
Farmers got shit on by Trump
But farmers voted for Trump!
True, I didn’t, but many did. They didn’t vote for him because of tariffs, they mostly chalked that up to ballsy talk by a big talking businessman. Most of them didn’t expect a trade war between our largest soybean customer and our President.
But it happened, so here we are, with a shit ton of soybeans, tens of thousands of dollars in losses for individual farmers, and an empty promise that Trump will somehow “help us out.”
Let me tell you, farmers aren’t happy with Trump right now.
I can’t put my finger on why I murdered Jerry, because I lost my fingers in an accident.Accident. That is to say, Jerry hit the go button on the waste disposal unit while I was fixing it, and it munched my right hand off at the wrist. To be fair, the robotic prosthetic is about a thousand times better than my real hand was, but it hurt like hell at the time. He maintains I said, “Hit it,” but what I said was, “Quit it.” I was always telling Jerry to quit it. He was the most infuriating guy in the entire universe, I’m telling you. I should know; as a DSD I’ve seen more of the universe than most.A DSD is a Deep Space Diviner. In short, we look for water out in the dark corners of the universe in the hope of finding evidence of alien life. I used to get work out on farms and such, walking around with a curled piece of wire waiting for the thing to snap down towards the ground. That’s when I’d tell the boys to get digging. I never missed. Went all over the country helping folks get water out of the ground. I’m telling you, I could find water in the middle of a goddamn desert. Now I follow my hunches into deep space.When I heard they were asking for water diviners to head into space I thought it was some big joke. Checked the date to see if it was April 1st and everything. But it’s no joke. Turns out it’s cheaper to have guys like me out in space than sending probes from Earth.So anyway, they’ve had us out in Sector 35 for two years. Me and Jerry Portman. I told them I could do it on my own, but company regulations state I gotta have a partner. Jerry goddamn Portman from Chicago. I couldn’t stand him.How do I explain this to you? I mean, how do you come across a guy that can make you feel claustrophobic in the vastness of space? Even when I couldn’t see him, it was like he was right next to me with his stale open-mouth breathing. I’ve sent countless requests to be transferred, or have him transferred, or sought permission to blast him out the goddamn airlock, but no luck. I knew nothing was going to come of all the complaints, but it was the only way I could get the frustration off my chest.It’s true that in space no one can hear you scream, but email works pretty good.Anyway, that opening line about not being able to put my finger on why I killed him on account of not having any fingers? That’s the type of corny gag that Jerry loved. Drove me crazy. Is there anything more infuriating than a guy who laughs at his own jokes? I must have heard him use variations of “lend you a hand”, “right-hand man”, and “second hand” about a million times. He laughed every single time like it was the first time anyone ever said, “Get a grip” to a guy who just lost their hand and was rolling around on the floor spraying blood all over the goddamn ship.You ever see a gushing wound in zero gravity? It’s really something. It looks like the wound is spurting little red balloons. Or, it’s like looking at cells under a microscope.Space does that. Changes your perception of size. Entire planets appear tiny, then, the next second, a speck of space rock hitting the ship could end your entire existence. Big is small, small is enormous.Anyway, the latest thing with Jerry was he wanted to head out on this new vector. I’m telling you right now, where he wanted to go is a bust. Oh, but he’s “got a feeling”. Feeling, my ass. This guy hadn’t found a goddamn drop of water in two years. Plus, we would have had to go through a goddamn asteroid belt.It’s not that he was bad at his job—he was terrible—it’s that he was bad at everything. I mean, literally, everything. You ever meet a guy who couldn’t even use the goddamn toothpaste properly? I mean, who squeezes from the middle? Leaves the lid open so I’ve got a tube that’s flat through the centre, with all the good paste at the bottom, blocked by dried toothpaste at the top. He was such a goddamn imbecile.The thing is, though, medically speaking—on paper—he was a goddamn genius. Like, off the charts smart. He’s just got no common sense. Know what I mean? As in, he could solve the most complex mathematical equation known to man, but he’d set fire to his helmet. He really did that. Tried to make some modifications and shorted the regulator. Nearly killed us. He was always nearly killing us.I’ll say it: Jerry Portman was the stupidest guy ever to be classified as a genius.I swear he has nearly killed me at least a dozen times. Obviously, losing my hand was pretty bad, but he’s also shut off my oxygen while I was outside repairing a cracked solar panel. I was under 50% oxygen saturation when I finally got back inside. That much carbon dioxide in your lungs? You can’t take that too long. When I hit the emergency retract button on my umbilical to get back inside, well, let me just say, if I’d had the strength to even stand up, I swear that would have been it. I would have murdered Jerry right then.I think the worst one was when he opened the bay door—that’s where we keep the drones—before I was in my suit. I know it’s against the regulations to be in the drone bay without your suit because of the potential for that exact situation, but fucking Jerry, man. The guys who wrote the regulations must have been like, “What’s the most galactically stupid thing anyone could do in any given situation?” and then they’d write a rule just for kicks. They were probably laughing their asses off the entire time. “No one could be that much of a moron,” they’d say. But guess what, fellas. Jerry Portman is your guy. It’s just lucky there’s a ten-second warning before the doors open.You know the worst thing about guys like Jerry? It’s never their fault.“It was an accident.”
He said it every goddamn time. It’s always an accident with these guys. Like that absolves them from any wrongdoing. As if just because you didn’t do it on purpose, all is forgiven.
Imagine opening the bay door while there’s a guy in there working on the drones.
Speaking of the drones. Jerry lost another one yesterday. This should come as a great surprise to exactly no one, but even for him, this was stupid. That’s three of our six drones lost. Don’t worry, Jerry. They’re only worth about half a billion dollars each.
“But they’re fitted with a homing device to automatically self-dock if they lose the control signal” I hear you say. Yeah, well, you haven’t met Jerry. He’s the kind of guy a car salesman tells, “Pal, if you’re the kind of guy that accidentally locks his keys in the car, then this is the car for you. You can’t do it, see? It’s impossible.”
Then, a week later, Jerry’s back and tells the guy he’s locked the keys in the goddamn car.
Can you imagine being stuck in space with Jerry Portman? I’m telling you, it’s the pits.
The first drone Jerry lost was on account of him tinkering with it. He was trying to make the water sensor more sensitive after striking out on another of his feelings. He’s always making excuses that it’s the equipment’s fault when he strikes out. So, yeah. The first drone he tinkered with—well, we don’t know what he did exactly—but the first time we took it out after he fiddled with it, it took off like a bullet and it was gone.
I can still see Jerry watching the screen as we lost the signal. He was like a kid who’d taken his model plane out for its first flight and watched it disappear over the trees never to be seen again. Only this model plane cost half a billion dollars.
The second one, I’m not sure about. He swears he didn’t touch it. For all his million faults, one thing Jerry wasn’t, was a liar. Maybe we chalk that one up to bad luck. Maybe the drone was a dud.
But the latest one? Jesus Christ. I won’t bore you with a bunch of technical crap about how the drones work, let’s just say in the simplest terms, it confirms the presence of water in any form within a given target. Most commonly, this means we find a meteorite that we feel has potential, and the drone sends out a probe to take a sample. It’s basically a drill that bores into the target and removes a metre-long cylinder of material. If there’s a trace of water—it’s ice, of course—there’s a bunch of readings and measurements done by the computer and it sends the data back to Earth for further analysis.
As you can imagine, a machine that performs this function is incredibly complex. So you don’t just open up a panel and start poking around with a goddamn Phillips-head. Well, you and I wouldn’t. But you know who would?
So, yesterday he’s telling me, “I know what I’m doing this time,” as if he’s read the manual since losing the first drone. I just shake my head and leave him to it. I used to argue with him all the time, but I learnt pretty quick what a waste of breath that was. He’s one of those guys that when they get something in their head, you can’t shake it no matter how much sense you’re making. They could be wearing a red tshirt and you say, “Nice red tshirt,” and they say, “What’re talking about? It’s blue,” and you just have to say, “Fine, you moron. It’s blue,” and walk away.
That’s what Jerry was like when he was tinkering. Maybe part of me thought he’d electrocute himself so I wouldn’t have to murder him.
When he finished playing around with this drone, he came back into the control room and placed these screws and some other little bits and pieces in a drawer. He did it as if he didn’t want me to see it, but I saw it clear as day. You know when someone gets home drunk and they’re trying to be quiet but they make way more noise than if they just stumbled around? People trying to be discrete just scream I’m up to something fishy.
So I say to Jerry, “What are those, from the drone?”
And he just says, “They’re spare. We don’t actually need them.”
Then I go off on one about how every single thing on this ship right down to the tiniest screw has been reduced in size and weight to make everything as light as possible—like, the angle of trajectory for our landing factors in the weight of the urine that will be in our bladders—but sure, Jerry. They’ve included a bunch of spare parts. “It’s not a goddamn IKEA chair, Jerry” I remember saying that to him like he was hiding some leftover dowel he forgot to put in.
Well, sure as eggs, Jerry sent the drone out yesterday and I’ll give you one guess what happened to it. You’re goddamn right it blew up. Nearly killed us.
He’s just lucky the drone was far enough from the ship that the explosion didn’t do any damage to the ship. Nothing that the self-diagnostics picked up, anyway. Naturally, I did my block at Jerry for nearly killing us again and I said someone’s going to have to go outside and have a closer inspection of the hull. Now, normally I’d be the guy that does that. I mean, you can’t leave something that important up to Jerry goddamn Portman.
Then I had a thought—maybe I would send Jerry out. It would be a real shame if his umbilical somehow untethered from the ship and he floated out into space…
Ashamed as I am to admit it, this was not the first time I’d thought about killing Jerry.
Did I tell you about the time Jerry destroyed one of my samples? You know how people who can’t cook, they say “Oh, so-and-so could burn water.” That’s what Jerry did. We got this sample back on the probe one time and it had all these microorganisms in it. The core sample was about 85% ice. Normally, we’re lucky if it’s even 5%. The core analysis told us it contained 37 different forms of bacteria plus a bunch of other unidentifiable crap all suspended in ice. It was the most exciting goddamn discovery since penicillin. So I placed the core in the freezer and looked forward to the fame and fortune awaiting those DSDs lucky enough to find something. I couldn’t sleep that cycle I was so excited.
Of course, back then I didn’t have a complete understanding of the magnitude of Jerry’s stupidity. Had I known better, I would have guarded that freezer with my goddamn life.
Now, it wouldn’t have surprised me in the least to discover Jerry had destroyed my sample by switching the freezer off by accident. These things happen to the best of us. But Jerry isn’t your average moron. No, Jerry decides he wants to take a look at the sample himself under the microscope. Only, the microscope doesn’t work with a chunk of ice, you gotta melt it down to go in a petri dish. So Jerry puts the core in the blast box—the blast box, I should explain, is this unit that works like an oven or freezer depending on what you need heating or chilling. Only, the blast box will roast or freeze something in three seconds. In hindsight, this is exactly the sort of thing you could see happening, but the designers of the blast box would have been counting on the operators being actual scientists, not Jerry goddamn Portman.
Now, someone like you or me, we’d take a small piece of the sample if we wanted to take a closer look. Not Jerry, though. Jerry Portman’s the kind of guy who takes your alien lifeforms precariously suspended in million-year-old ice and microwaves them to kingdom come. “Why the hell did he…? Oh, never mind,” I hear you saying. You’re getting the picture now. He cost me a lot that day. Maybe not money—who knows—but certainly renown. They probably would have named one of the bacteria after me.
That was two years ago, but I remember it like yesterday. Time flies when you’re having fun.
Yesterday, when Jerry was out on the spacewalk, I considered trying to make it look like an accident. But there are so many instruments taking every goddamn reading on this ship that they’d know for sure I had something to do with it. I mean, no amount of tinkering could have got the drone to accidentally deploy its probe with such surgical precision right up Jerry Portman’s goddamn ass.
I’ll be leaving Sector 35 for Earth in a year next week. When I splashdown and I get arrested on live television, it’ll be because I murdered Jerry Portman. They’ll drag me out of the ocean next to those giant orange balloon floaties and put me straight in handcuffs but I’ll be laughing my ass off. You can’t spell manslaughter without laughter, right?
I’ll be thinking about the last thing Jerry saw as he was fatally probed: me in the cockpit with the drone remote, my smiling face looking out through the glass where I’d stuck a piece of paper saying IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
Thousands of little red balloons.
I just want them to know I was provoked. I was standing my ground. I feared for my life, Your Honor.
It wasn’t self-defence, really, more like self-preservation. I’m not sure if there’re any laws about killing in self-preservation but if I didn’t kill him, he was going to kill me. I’m absolutely goddamn sure of it.
Were you deathly ill but didn’t know until you went to the hospital and they told you?
My husband had been up on 20 foot ladder trimming trees in the yard for the last couple of days. He came in on the third day and said he was really tired and went to bed early. The next morning we talked for a little bit and he said he was just gonna stay in in bed and rest. I had to run some errands and I came home and I found him stumbling around the bedroom and he told me he was lost. I wanted to call an ambulance for him, but he just told me to drive him to the doctor. I’ve then discovered he was also blind. I rushed him to the emergency room and they took him back immediately to run some tests. A couple of hours later, the doctor came with the test results and said “I’m afraid his cancer has spread.” “What cancer?”we both asked the same time. The doctor informed us that my husband had pancreatic cancer that had already spread to his liver and his brain. They told us he had days to live. They sent him home with hospice. I called our kids and my husband’s siblings and they all came from various states to see him. My husband chatted with him like there was nothing wrong. He passed away nine days later.
Ram Jam “Black Betty” Best of Reactions Compilation
I just closed on a foreclosed bank owned property with the previous owner in it who will not leave the house. What is my best course of action to make them move so I can move in?
Same thing here- I purchased a foreclosure.
The deadbeat tenants had not paid any rent to the bank in 10 months, but the bank didn’t want to evict, probably for fear of damage. I wasn’t afraid of them stealing the appliances, etc- they actually did do that- because I was going to gut the place anyway.
I told them they could have 2 months free rent, and had to be out then, or I would sue them for rent (I had it legally done, hired a lawyer who is good at that type of thing). I went ahead with the eviction process anyway, and they were served an eviction notice, just so they saw I was serious.
They left after the 60 day period, taking with them lights, appliances, even thermostats! I was fine about it, since, as I said, I did a complete to-the-studs gut of the house. It cost about $5K to get rid of them (not including my carrying cost- but I could not get started on redoing the house for 60 days anyway- I was doing the redesign, hiring the GC, etc), so I just folded that into the cost of the reno.
The result?
Fantastic house, reno finished on time, and all that is in the rear-view mirror.
Moral of the story?
You have to hire a good local attorney who does evictions, and establish a budget for the legal work. Then cut the deadbeat tenant a deal- lead with a carrot, follow with a stick.
EDIT: As a note- when we did the demo, we carefully removed the cabinets, toilets, even the windows. We donated everything possible to Habitat For Humanity, which was able to use the stuff in homes. We see so many people doing renovation who just allow the demo team to destroy everything- it cost a little more to have cabs unscrewed instead of just sledgehammered off, but then they go to good use. And you have less stuff in the dumpster.
What is the most disturbing thing in the Bible that you have found as an atheist?
I can tell you the thing that totally pushed me over the edge.
I was at a SciFi convention in Georgia, which was at the same time as a gay parade was. At the parade people were passing out “chick tracks” which are like these small comics of Bible verses, the one they were passing out was their Sodom and Gomorrah track.
I took it back to my room and read it. The story was basically about some gay person being handed that exact chick track and told the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, of course in their little story the gay man repented because if the story. It had been a while since I’d been to Christian school so I read it over and was horrified at what Lot considered an appropriate solution.
A little back story for me, I was molested and raped by my dad, I was in my early 20s then and still really messed up.
In the chick track version , since the intent was to try an convert gay people, the focus of the story was the version people like to use as anti-gay propaganda. (If you actually read the Bible verses, God was actually mad about their lack of charity and care for their fellow man) In this version, and indeed what you often hear, God sends a couple of angels down to Lot, and the crowd decided they want to take and rape said angels. This is what a lot of the anti-gay rhetoric is hinged on, which is sad and kind of funny, as angels aren’t supposed to have genitals. (Seriously, look up the description of biblical angels, it’s something else) So not only are they not all that rape-able, they aren’t technically men. Anyway, Lot decides he can’t let this happen, but is willing to give the raping crowd his VIRGIN DAUGHTERS.
This stupid comic was handed out ti try and say being gay is bad…. But somehow allowing people ti take and RAPE your virgin daughters was okay?!
No I thought, no damned way could that be in the Bible. Being in a hotel I grabbed the Bible to check. It really is. That was an acceptable solution, to allow the rape of virgin daughters so that creatures with NO GENITALS don’t get raped.
No. That is not ever acceptable for me. I was already questioning my faith, but that killed it. I could not believe in a religion that allowed that. I could not follow or listen ti people who thought that was okay, and used it to try and say homosexuality was wrong. I couldn’t believe in a faith that was okay with the kind of stuff that had scared me.
I’m closing comments because I am not interested in anyone trying to explain how this is okay, or trying to tell me I’m over reacting, or frankly argue any of this horrible story that is so often intentionally misunderstood to use as a club against people. Yes. I’ve had people try that before. In case you are one of those people, you should know this story will never EVER be acceptable to me, and there is no way you can spin it that will make it acceptable to me.
U.S. Ultimatum Hits Japan & Dutch Semiconductor Giants – Cut Away All China Trade Or Else
Ah…
The plans of the idiotic.
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Check out the video…
Chicken Pasta Primavera
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Ingredients
1 red bell pepper, cut into 1 inch pieces
1 yellow bell pepper, cut into 1 inch pieces
1 green bell pepper, cut into 1 inch pieces
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 (14.5 ounce) can peeled and diced tomatoes
1 (10 ounce) can diced tomatoes with green chile peppers
1 pound angel hair pasta
2 tablespoons butter
2 tablespoons olive oil
4 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves, cut into bite-size pieces
1/2 teaspoon dried basil
1/2 teaspoon dried rosemary
1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
Instructions
In a large skillet over medium heat, cook red, yellow and green bell peppers in 2 tablespoons olive oil with garlic until just tender. Stir in diced tomatoes and diced tomatoes with chiles, reduce heat to medium-low and simmer 10 minutes. Remove to a serving bowl.
Bring a large pot of lightly salted water to a boil. Add pasta and cook for 8 to 10 minutes or until al dente; drain.
While pasta is cooking, heat 2 tablespoons oil and butter over medium heat in a large skillet. Cook chicken in butter mixture until juices run clear, 5 to 10 minutes.
Place cooked chicken over tomato sauce and sprinkle with basil, rosemary, thyme, garlic powder and Parmesan.
Serve with cooked pasta.
What was your reason?
What are some unfortunate ways people have lost their lives?
🚨Disturbing post ahead!!🚨
Here are some unfortunate ways people have lost their lives :-
In 2013, Ye Mengyuan, a 16-year-old girl, managed to survive the crash of Asiana Flight 214 in San Francisco. However, she was later fatally struck by a fire truck responding to the accident.
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Newlywed Samantha Miller lost her life in a car crash just moments after leaving her wedding venue. Her husband Aric was also injured but survived. The crash was caused by a drunk driver.
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In 2002, during a hockey game, a puck deflected by a player flew over the protective glass and struck 13-year-old Brittanie Cecil in the head. The impact resulted in a fractured skull. Brittanie passed away just two days before her 14th birthday.
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In August 2005, a tragic incident occurred in Benidorm, Spain, where two sisters, Mildred Bowman and Alice Wardle, lost their lives in a horrifying accident. They were trapped for four days when their fold-up Murphy bed collapsed, leading to their untimely demise.
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In 2007, 24-year-old Oakland, California, resident Humberto Hernandez was hit in the back of the head by an airborne fire hydrant when a passing car struck it, and the water pressure shot it at him with great force.
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In 2009, dog breeder Diana Durre met with a couple at a Taco Bell to sell them a dog. As they stood “right underneath the big Taco Bell sign,” a powerful gust of wind caused the sign to break free and fall onto Diana’s vehicle, fatally crushing her.
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In 2012, Anthony Hensley, 37, was kayaking when he encountered an aggressive swan. As he attempted to handle the situation, he fell out of his kayak. While trying to swim back to shore, the swan continued to attack him, leading to his drowning and tragic death.
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In 2013, Roger Mirro was crushed by a trash compactor while looking through a dumpster for his phone.
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In 2014, A chef in Foshan, China, called Peng Fan was bitten by a cobra’s severed head, which he had cut off 20 minutes earlier while preparing soup. He died shortly after.
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A Brazilian man died after a cow fell through his corrugated roof and crushed him while he slept. 45-year-old Joao Maria de Souza, initially only suffered a fractured leg but later died of internal bleeding while waiting to see a doctor.
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May their soul rest in peace
This really is funny
The South China Morning Post said that Microsoft’s stroke has little impact on China, and China’s self-sufficiency policy in the field of information security has achieved results. What do you think about this?
An Indian addresses why the entire Western world was shut down by a global-wide IT failure on Microsoft systems, but China and Russia were unaffected. -MM
The difference was crystal clear
HK which used Microsoft in their Airport applications had to go to manual mode while Mainland China that uses Xinshi, it’s own Indigenous Linux Rooted system in Airports and Xongsha, Huaweis own indigenous system in Ports – had zero blips yesterday
Surprisingly Russia also had zero blips because they had their own slightly more basic version due to Sanctions
India saw 65% flights cancelled or rescheduled. I am in Bangalore now and while returning to my hotel after a morning walk, I met Indigo staff who are returning to Kempegowda only now for a flight that should have departed yesterday afternoon
India along with 98% of the world is utterly rooted to Western Applications and Systems
Microsoft, IBM, Google, Amazon WPS , Dell & Cisco – they together or individually form 99% of our entire Core Computing Systems and their upgrades, patches, reinstallations are what runs our country
This includes our Aadhar Database as well, Income tax database, Sensex and Banking systems
Likewise Nokia, Siemens, Sony – Ericcson, Cisco & Alcatel – they form the core of our entire digital communications on 4G+ platforms while Huawei, ZTE – form the core of our entire digital communications on 4G platforms
Also GPS is the ground root of our entire ground cartography system
What have our Top Industrialists been doing?
Given that when we started our forway into Software when China was scrambling around for Cheap Analog technology from Taiwan – SHOULDN’T WE HAVE SOME EQUIVALENT IN THE GLOBAL MARKET?
Instead after 30 years – we are still basically software coolies, writing code or managing people who write code and creating systems that run on core technology developed by the West
Sure these days we live in Condominiums with Gym and Swimming Pools, use Amex cards and swank around in Oakley or Raybans as Software Architects
Yet the ground reality is we are primarily COOLIES just like we were a century and a half ago
Yesterday was evidence of that
Some Western Entity makes a mistake and 300 Million Indians could suffer
Time to firmly join Russia and China and begin to move to an Indigenous platform in every sphere
I suppose banning Tiktok was fine but the fact that we could be decimated by sanctions if we rub the US the wrong way – that never struck us at all
US Tariffs Destroying The Chinese Economy?? Who Does It Really Hurt??
Waffle House is sort of the “McDonald’s of breakfast restaurants” in the United States. Instead of providing “fast food” it provides basic egg breakfasts and coffee.
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These restaurants are clean, well lit, and open all the time; 24-7.
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I used to go in and get two eggs, over easy with rye toast and chicken-fried steak and gravy. Of course, with a great cup of coffee.
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Ah. Not the best meal, but a fine comfort meal.
And you know, every now and then I could really use a fine comfort meal.
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Don’t you know.
Waffle House Jonesin’ that’s MM today.
In honor of something that I cannot get at the moment…
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Waffle House, a visit to the United States is NOTHING unless you have a meal at the Waffle House.
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Today…
Bacon and Tomato Pasta
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Yield: 4 to 6 servings
Ingredients
2 tablespoons kosher salt
16 ounces spaghetti pasta
1 pound thick-cut bacon or pancetta, chopped
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1 cup red onion, diced
1 teaspoon red chili flakes
3 tablespoons garlic, minced
2 cups Roma tomatoes, diced
1/4 cup red wine
4 tablespoons basil, chiffonade
1/4 cup freshly grated Parmesan
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
Instructions
In a large stock pot, boil 3 quarts of water, when boiling add 2 tablespoons kosher salt and the pasta and cook until the pasta is al dente.
In a large sauté pan over medium heat, add bacon and sauté until bacon is crispy. Remove bacon to drain on a paper towel-lined plate and remove 3/4 of the bacon fat from the pan.
Add extra-virgin olive oil, onions, and red chili flakes. Cook until onions are translucent, add garlic, cook for 2 minutes then add tomatoes. Sauté for 5 minutes, then deglaze with wine.
Drain pasta and add to the tomato mixture pan. Add basil and bacon. Toss with Parmesan, and add salt and pepper, to taste.
Will jobs that moved to China be brought back to the US as President Trump promised?
My friend’s company is producing a product and they use a factory in China to make it. They have had some really annoying issues come up with the factory. For example the factory doesn’t follow the specs and communication is challenging. Most recently the product got stopped by customs and that was a big headache. I asked my friend why they don’t just use an American factory to build what they need. His answer, it costs FIVE TIMES more to have a factory here do the exact same work. The company is a small start up with a tight budget, they simply cannot afford to work with US manufacturers. I don’t see what President Trump could possibly do to change that reality.
Have you ever accidentally found out that you were about to be fired?
Long story…. Reads like a soap opera… but 100% real.
I worked for a small city police department. I was rapidly climbing the chain for a promotion to detective. There was one other officer also in the running. We got along together but we had different personalities and abilities. His biggest advantage being he was very affable while mine was being dogged. Another bit of important information is that the Chief Detective’s father was also the Mayor of the city and the Chief of Police reported directly to him.
One day I respond to a call involving a woman (heroin addict) who had previously been indicted for extorting an old man. The court had issued an order for the woman to not have any contact with the man while the case was pending. The man’s family brought a voice-mail recording of the woman calling the old man. When I went to speak to her, I found her apartment door open and furniture overturned. Thinking the woman was possibly endangered, I entered the apartment to check her safety only to find nobody home. As I excited the apartment, the woman was found running through the back yard of the complex to the back door of her apartment. After speaking to the woman and finding she was not endangered and also after warning her about contacting the old man, I cleared the scene and returned to the police department. The next day, I’m informed the woman filed s complaint against me for entering her apartment without a warrant. I speak to the Chief of Police and advise him of the exigent circumstances and everything appears to be resolved.
A week later, in working a weekend and the Chief of Police calls me on station. I’m betting served disciplinary papers for “dishonesty” which carries a 3 day suspension. I refuse to sign the disciplinary papers and tell the Chief I haven’t lied about anything and request a hearing on the matter. The Chief tries to negotiate with me to accept a 1 day suspension instead of 3 to which I refuse since I haven’t lied. The following Monday, the Mayor (remember he’s the Chief Detective’s father) meets with me. He decides the complaint against me was unprovable but that since he found a spelling error on my report involving the heroin addict contacting the old man, he is changing the complaint against me to a simple warning for paperwork error.
A month later, two officers get into an argument while I’m the shift supervisor. One of the officers is a female who has a history of having sex with other officers. After calling everyone down and thinking the issue between them had passed, a week later in told a complaint had been filed against me and the make officer who was arguing with the female officer. I’m told the complaint is “bullying” the female officer.
A week later, the Chief calls me into his office to serve me disciplinary papers claiming the bullring complaint was warranted. As I read the disciplinary papers, I notice the Chief Detective conducted the investigation against me. I chuckle and ask the Chief how the Chief Detective could be unbiased since it was common knowledge he was sleeping with the female officer. A week later, my discipline was changed to a paperwork error warning (to which there wasn’t one) at the direction of the Mayor.
It was then that I began to really question what was happening and the apparent bullseye on my back. I began looking for a new job while hoping I could weather the apparent storm that was brewing for me.
A month later, I’m told a different female drug addict in town had filed a complaint against me claiming I had propositioned her for sex. I was confident I could dispute the claim but it was apparent something was occurring to try to get me fired. I ended up getting another job offer that week and turned in my resignation. I was then told the woman had withdrawn her complaint.
Fast forward 3 years……
I’m happily working for a different agency and making a lot more money while enjoying my casework. The female officer has since been fired and charged with altering presciptions. I hear through the grapevine the Chief Detective is being investigated for multiple crimes. The investigation takes almost a year but he resigned, loses his police certification, and is charged with a misdemeanor. The Chief of Police is fired for failing to supervise.
I end up reading a copy of the investigation of the Chief Detective and find mention that another officer came forward with information that the female officer had confessed to requesting the Chief Detective try to get me fired in exchange for sexual favors. It was also insinuated the Chief Detective had paid the woman to make the allegation I had propositioned her.
In the end. I’m the only one still employed while 2 of the 3 who conspired against me now have criminal records.
PEPE ESCOBAR: RUSSIA & NATO ON BRINK OF ALL-OUT WAR AND PUTIN ISN’T BLUFFING
Have you ever discovered a hidden danger within your home that you were previously unaware of? If so, how did you address it?
Oh, yeah!
Several years ago, on a Saturday morning, I had just gotten out of the shower. I noticed that I had an unusually fast drip in my bathroom sink. So rather than waiting to get dressed, I put on some slippers and went into my attached garage for some tools to fix the drip.
I grabbed what I needed then tried to open the door to my house. But it was locked!
I knew immediately what had happened. I’d had a guest the previous day who had left through my garage. He’d apparently thought he was helping me by locking the door between my house and the garage as he was leaving.
Bad idea!
So there I was, stark naked (expect for my slippers), and locked out of my house.
My only option, it seemed, was to go outside, break a window, and crawl through the opening. But aside from the embarrassment of walking outside, in a busy neighborhood, starkers, I couldn’t see myself dragging my fat, 70-year-old body through a broken window with jagged glass everywhere.
Bad idea!
So with no other ideas in mind, I started to look through my toolchest to see what I could find. Finally, I found a flat prybar that I’d never used. I wondered if I could slip it between the door and the door jam, and then lever it to open a space between them, a space wide enough for me to slide a screwdriver in front of the locking mechanism, which would allow me to open the door.
So I gave it a try. And after my third or fourth desperate attempt, it worked!
And then, after getting dressed and fixing my sink, I hid a spare key in my garage. It’s so cluttered that no one will ever find that key.
And never again have I gone into my garage wearing only my slippers!
Alien – 1950’s Super Panavision 70 AI Film
What’s it like to be a member of the Triad?
My involvement began in high school. There was nothing dramatic about it, I just became friends with a bunch of people I thought were cool and one thing led to another.
High school gangs are like triad training schools. They are not part of the triads per se, they’re more of a triad Mickey Mouse fan club where a group of young wannabes strut around pretending to be something they’re not. You’d be surprised at just how many of these there are.
The leaders of these high school gangs are usually affiliated with a low ranking triad member, called a 49 in triad lexicon. These are the foot soldiers. The 49 functions as big brother whose help the boys would call on in case of trouble, but big brother is also a scout who kept an eye out for promising young talent.
I must’ve seemed like one, because I was soon introduced to the 49er’s tailou (big brother), who was also a 49er. We met a few times at a local disco, snorted cocaine, gargled ketamine, popped ecstasy, and soon he trusted me enough to put me in charge of a few high-school gangs.
The triads are structured like a MLM scheme. At the lower levels, the more followers you recruit, the more powerful you become, the higher up you climb. The people above your rank are referred to as tailou or ____ ko which means elder brother, and your followers are referred to as DauGei, or children.
It’s all about the organization. So we organized.
We recruited the same way ISIS and Al Qaeda does: by giving disaffected and disenfranchised young men a sense of belonging. We start off by convincing the kids that we were cool by bringing them alcohol, drugs and other illicit goods. Then when they have issues they’d come to us for help and we’d help them. Many of the kids I recruited were bullied in school and looking for some revenge, and we’d give the kid’s bully a thorough trashing.
Some of the kids would naively come to see us as these cool guys who were looking out for them, and they’d seek to be a part of our circle. Once we got the kids on hooked on the illusion of brotherhood and coolness, they’re ours to keep. And they’ll bring their friends as well.
We went around the schools settling petty disputes such as who stole whose girlfriend – at the high school level, everything is petty- , and we enforced pax triadica with our fists. We demanded discipline from our members, and if one of our own went out of line we’d beat him up ourselves. We were a group of young bullies with our own set of rules and standards of behaviour. My recruits unwittingly traded one bully in school, for circle of friends who bullied one another.
From petty disputes we graduated on to settling disputes between local businesses. Unlicensed bars, moneylenders and illegal gambling dens would pay us a set fee, and in return we’d step in if they have problems. The money was terrible, but for a young kid, having adults and business owners turn to you for help is a huge ego trip.
I was able to grow the organization effectively because I understood the principles of peer pressure and groupthink. So if you’re a parent, I would advise you to obsess over who your teenager is hanging out with; there are many manipulators like me out there.
I must’ve been a pretty good recruiter, because the boss took me under his wing and introduced me to his boss, Suen Ko. Suen Ko was a hung kwan, or a mid-level lieutenant in the triad hierarchy. This is where I started to get involved with the actual organization. We had a short initiation ceremony in a karaoke room, and I became a 49 under Suen Ko.
Suen Ko owned a few nightclubs and bars, and virtually every night we’d be in one of his fine establishments drinking, partying, and partaking in every drug we could get our hands on. Our sort attracted a certain sort of girl, and there were girls aplenty. The bars were a money maker, but Suen Ko’s real money came from selling bootleg CDs.
At the time, bootleg CDs and eventually DVDs were an organized crime gold rush. This was before napster and way before bittorrent, and demand was so high that we filled up entire shopping malls with outlets selling pirated movies, music and software. A common joke was that if Bill Gates ever visited our malls, he’d have a heart attack on the spot.
For about 5 cents in costs for a blank CD, we sold the end product to the consumer for 15 local bucks a pop. Not even cocaine had that kind of margin. We were selling the bootlegs as fast as we could print them, and best of all piracy was perceived by the local cops as a low-impact crime and as such wasn’t rigorously enforced. Heck, many of our regular customers were cops. At the time, you could drive up to a police checkpoint with a stash of bootleg CDs on the backseat, give a cheeky grin and a thumbs up, and the cops would just wave you through.
Suen Ko made millions within his first year.
I was good with computers, and I became his IT department. I helped him organize his production, and in return he gave me a handsome cut. I made quite a bit of money in my teens, but I quickly blew it all on drugs and girls.
The biggest eye opener was during the annual company dinner. They had to construct a tent hall on an empty field to fit all 5,000 of us in, and there were local politicians and community leaders on the front row tables. That drove in the impression of just how big the tree was, and how deep the roots went.
If I made the triads sound like corporations, that’s because that’s what they are. We were even registered with the Registrar of Companies as a multimedia company and we paid our taxes. The big bosses looked just like any other middle aged Chinese uncle you’d meet at the local supermarket. The best way to avoid detection is to be in plain sight and blend into the background. The so-called gangsters you see on the street strutting their stuff are amateurs; many of them are just aping what they see in the movies. The pros keep a low profile and get on with making money.
Once you go far enough up the hierarchy, violence is actually pretty rare. For the most part, being a triad is just like working in any other corporate job.
But when violence does occur at that level, it’s freaking terrifying.
Roundabout the end of my first year, there was a war. The politician who Suen Ko worked for was at odds with another politician from the same organization. There were a few shootings, grenade attacks, and choppings, but it didn’t affect me directly at first so I didn’t give much thought to it. Then a call came one night. All hands on deck. We dropped everything and converged on the HQ.
Pardon the expletive, but it was scary as fuck. There were a hundred or so of us milling about an office block, and someone started handing out machetes and sashimi knives. Suen Ko took me up to the office, and there were hard looking fuckers at every corner. The air was so full of cigarette smoke I could barely breathe. Everyone looked grim. Apparently we were expecting an attack.
I was a skinny teenager, and I was out of my depth. Till that point, I’d been involved on the white collar side of things. The guys I saw that night had the word hard etched on their faces. I’ve never felt more scared than I did that night.
We stayed there overnight, but no attack came so we went back to our branch office. They attacked us there. A dozen or so guys rushed in and we fought back with chairs, clubs, machetes, boxes of A4 paper, everything we could get our hands on. It was a hazy frantic panicky desperate fight for survival. We were cornered and if we lost it would’ve been game over. One of theirs died in the melee.
The police arrived fairly quickly and I went to jail for a bit. It was in a cell that I resolved that this life wasn’t for me. For some miraculous reason, I got off scot-free. I went home, packed my things, and left everything behind to start a new life.
So how did it feel like? Terrible.
It’s not a healthy way to live one’s life. It got to the point where I was so paranoid that whenever I went to a restaurant I’d sit facing the entrance so I’d know who was coming in. I saw potential threats everywhere, and I carried symptoms of PTSD for a long time afterwards.
It took me a very long time to put my past behind and to learn to live again without fear like a normal human being. I had cut off all ties with everyone I knew, and have difficulty trusting people. Till today I know many, but am close with very few.
If there’s any teenager reading this who is in a similar situation as I was, know that the world is vast and there are opportunities everywhere. The cool kids you see in school are anything but.
Don’t make the same mistakes I did.
Prevention
If you’re a parent or a schoolteacher, here are some tips to help prevent this from happening to your kids:
When I was recruiting for the street gangs, there were some traits that I’d look for in potential recruits:
Being bullied.
Divorced parents or orphans.
Socially awkward.
Lack of self-confidence.
Poor household.
So if your teenager is affected by any of the above, you need to take extra care to address their needs and thoroughly vet their circle of friends. Boost their self-esteem up, surround them with positive friends, role models, and influences. Take an interest in them, let them know they can depend on you, and give them something productive to do; or they’ll fill the void with input from their similarly immature teenage peers and people like my younger self.
Danger signs include:
Smoking
Alcohol
Drugs
Rebelliousness
Getting into fights
Precipitous and prolonged drop in grades
Absenteeism
The key is prevention, with immediate and serious response upon the first signs of the above behaviour. All it takes is a tiny crack in the armor and recruiters like myself will wedge it wide open.
If your kids are already involved, there are no good options. The only surefire cure is to physically separate the children from their current environment, and transplant them into a new, hopefully better environment unreachable to their erstwhile friends.
Peer pressure will always outweigh talk and counselling, and if you send them to a juvenile detention center, prison, rehab, or any such places where delinquents congregate, they’ll come out even worse than when they went in. Those places are networking hubs, and “graduates” get a lot of street cred and respect. So only send teenagers to juvie or prison if you want to boost their criminal career. I changed my outlook when I was in a cell, not because I was in one.
p.s.
I have never come across those hand signs in the question’s description. We had better things to do than to go around flashing hand signs at each other. Looks like something someone made up, or it could be an American thing.
Don’t do it
What can we learn from Thailand’s efforts to boost its tourism sector, despite facing challenges like the recent incident at the Grand Hyatt Erawan?
“Why must they be killed or killed people in Thailand?” It’s not hard to answer my foreign wife when she showed me the online news from the Thai media, that ‘6 foreign tourists were found dead in the posh hotel in downtown Bangkok.’
It happened before and it will happen again— Trust me. I mean murders committed by foreign visitors in the Land of Smiles —where half of the world dying to visit.
Although death is never a happy moment, the above tragic news has absolutely nothing to do with Thailand. The police are coming close to revealing the misery of ‘Debt-related Murder’ although the only key witness is under extreme pressure- also their countryman, a tourist guide!
In small news the next day ‘ Dismembered Chinese TikToker: Suspect in alleged kidnap, killing reportedly arrested in Macao after fleeing Thailand“- Again, it was my wife who alerted me, “ You know what? The killer is also from China.”
Another news: A Canadian man was shot dead at a pool villa in Phuket, he was shot at least ten times.—
Who shot him? Two hitmen from Canada- (his photo taken with his peers)…Oh, my!
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That isn’t all. A Spaniard (a religious man who quoted: Luke 23:34 and begged God to forgive not him but them) chopped his fellow countryman into 100 pieces and gave them to the fishes in the Chao Phraya River.
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Also, an Australian Hells-Angle butchered his own Aussie gang member and dumped his body!
Still more, guys. A Frenchman, Marc (a colorful Godfather for the ladies) of the notorious Soi 7/1, Eden Club, and a Thai woman were found shot dead by another Frenchman.
A South Korean tourist —tortured, murdered, and put in a barrel by 3 Korean men.
Are you tired of reading yet?
What can we learn from Thailand’s efforts to boost its tourism sector?
Tourism aside, It’s not too offensive to people of Thailand to accept that this beautiful country is known to the dark side as—so conducive to be “the Murder Capital of the World.!”
“ Tell me, what is so attractive about Thailand to come here and do crimes?” My wife’s still innocently asking me! —I am Thai and I can’t answer her—Can anyone answer that?
Candidate
What did someone do in TSA/airport security that made you say “You gotta be kidding me”?
I (29) took a cheap flight to Florida with two girlfriends, Kelly (30) and Becky (27).
Set the scene: We were some of the most non-threatening-looking young women you’ve ever seen. Me: a reubenesque redhead with blunt bangs, firing off jokes left and right and laughing the whole time. Kelly: tall and willowy, with long, curly, dark hair, usually wearing a Brewers’ Tshirt, sometimes Packers. Dragging a purple suitcase. And Becky: curvy and blonde, with a pink fleece jacket and a big grin. Honestly, this all kind of makes sense because we would be PERFECT mules.
We were going to meet up with a friend who had just had a baby, and Becky had brought a gift for her, which was a bag of sealed clay in a clearly marked box for the baby’s hand print to be taken.
We start going through the TSA line and we give them a big smile, and I immediately get pulled for a random search. Fine. I’m sure this has nothing to do with my ample bum. I get patted down, and when I turn around, Becky’s getting hassled by the TSA guy, who wants to cut open the sealed clay bag to test it for drugs. Fine. So Kelly and I are laughing hysterically, as Becky’s gift gets mutilated and finally cleared, and we go on our merry way.
2 days later, we’re sitting in the cheap motel Becky got us and she’s looking for something in her purse, so she dumps it out and…
A big @$$ knife falls out!!!!
I suppose it wasn’t HUGE, but it was about dinner knife sized and sharp! I start screaming and Kelly starts screaming and Becky starts screaming and we’re absolutely freaking out because Becky’s big @$$ knife somehow didn’t get caught by TSA! Becky’s like “OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG WE COULD HAVE SPENT THE NIGHT IN A JAIL CELL OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!” And Kelly’s like “WHY DO YOU HAVE A FREAKING KNIFE IN YOUR PURSE IN THE FIRST PLACE??? And Becky’s like “I TOOK AN APPLE TO WORK EARLIER THIS WEEK AND FORGOT TO TAKE IT OUT!” And Kelly’s like “WHO CUTS AN APPLE WITH KNIFE LIKE THAT LET ALONE FORGETS ABOUT HAVING IT??” And I’m just screaming.
That’s when we decided that TSA was a joke. How the hell did they miss this big @$$ knife when they were so concerned about some stupid clay??
Both Kelly and I checked Becky’s purse before we got on the plane to go home.
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Ingredients
4 skinless, boneless chicken breasts
2 bunches green onions, chopped
1 (8 ounce) package fresh mushrooms, sliced
2 cups grape tomatoes, halved
1 cup Italian dressing
1 (8 ounce) package spaghetti
1/2 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese
Instructions
Place chicken breasts in a single layer in a lightly greased 13 x 9 inch baking dish. Top evenly with onions, mushrooms and tomatoes.
Pour dressing evenly over chicken and vegetables.
Bake, covered, at 375 degrees F for 45 minutes.
Remove chicken and vegetables from oven; let stand 10 minutes.
Shred chicken using two forks.
Cook pasta according to package directions, then drain.
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Welcome InterruptionsOn the thirty-third day in the deepest black Daltz woke once again to the gnawing of the navigator. His presence rummaged in her mind, as insistent as it was unsubtle. Swearing softly at the uncaring confines of her hab, she was surprised to find her eyes watering, her wince having drawn frustrated tears. A month of broken sleep and zero privacy could do that. Still drowsy, she fancied she could feel phantom fingers on the inside of her skull, mapping the contours and wrinkles of the bone.‘Itching powder for the brain.’ She muttered, rising on unsteady legs to stagger to her cramped bathroom. It wasn’t a bad assessment. Torv had been closer when he called the intrusion a ‘constant hangover’. Low-grade headache and little nausea? Nail on the head. Splashing recycled water on her face did little good, but beneath her feet the vast plasma engines of the scrap-scavenger Marabou thrummed on-and-on, reassuring in their constancy. They must be getting close by now. Close to home, to making some money and to getting some blessed sleep. It was an unworthy thought. The Navigator couldn’t help his nature, and they relied on him so much to ply their trade amongst the stars. Fragile electronics and delicate instruments would always be a poor substitute for psychic precision.Daltz considered herself in the mirror, already resigned to a sleepless night and in no hurry to return to the dissatisfaction of her bed. Her hair was a lank mess, the deep black of its colour lessened somehow. Her skin was pallid, her eyes shot with red.‘You look like a vampire.’ Came a thoroughly unhelpful mumble from the bedroom. Daltz could just imagine Torv’s cheeky grin set into a face puffy from blissful sleep. She swore the man got some kind of kick out of the psychic invasion. Perv. She scowled at the engineer tangled in her sheets until he raised his hands in surrender. ‘Fine, fine. Sorry.’ He tried again. ‘You look like a sack of kicked crap?’‘You look like you’ve outstayed your welcome.’ She shot back, hiding her sudden smile by shutting the door between them. Through the burnished metal she offered an obscene gesture in response to the soft sound of his chuckling. Sleep deprivation was torture. No two ways about it. Slumping down to sit on the toilet, she felt the weariness right down to the marrow of her bones. With her temple pressed to the cool walls, she relieved herself in a waking doze.<Science Officer Daltz.>Her yelp of surprise turned to a stream of curses as her knee jerked into the unyielding shower cubicle.<I waited until you were not in bed.> The words arrived in her mind unheard, as though they’d always been there. Through the Link she could sense the Navigator’s vague reproach at all the ‘strange customs’ humans had about conversing.‘So far from the point, Nav!’ She could feel her face burning red as she hiked up her underwear as quickly as she could.<I confess, I do not understand. You were awake, were you not?>‘That’s a matter of opinion.’ Her words were bitter, and she regretted them immediately. The Navigator was good at regulating the Bleed, but strong emotion still seeped through their Link from time to time. She’d hurt his feelings. She could sense wisps of badly hidden shame mingling with her own thoughts, swiftly disappearing like steam in air.
<I have upset you.>
‘Yes.’ She started, fumbling for words and still mortified beyond belief. ‘No. I… I was peeing, Nav.’
<Impossible. You are all impossible.> Grumbled the psychic seabeast. <I lose track of which biological processes I am meant to consider embarrassing. Should I avoid you all when you sweat? When you sneeze?>
‘Of course not, it’s just-’
<I did not disturb your lovemaking at Torv’s request, though my need is urgent.>
‘And I appreciate that, but… Wait what?’
<Edify.> Came the response, carefully neutral.
‘At Torv’s request?’ Her eyes narrowed. ‘When was this?’
<Not relevant.> The Bleed went curiously blank in her mind, like hard vacuum pulling all the air out of a room. Even her non-psychic and sleep-deprived human mind couldn’t fail to notice that. She could taste copper on the tongue at the suddenness of the change. The Navigator was being evasive.
‘When, Nav?’
<Recently…>
‘You pair of freaks!’ she gasped, kicking open the door. Torv had vanished, lucky for him. ‘I’m in the depths of space trying to seek a bit of damned human connection on this endless voyage and it turns out my lover and the nosey Navigator are carrying on a conversation the whole time!?’
<Not the whole time.> At least Nav had the grace to allow his abashedness to seep back into the exchange. Daltz expected no such tact from Torv when she confronted him.
‘He’s dead. Dead meat.’ She vowed, pacing out the tension in her tiny cabin. She was spitting mad, but also, deep down, felt like collapsing in a heap of laughter at the surreal situation. In the end she let out a gasp of inexpressible emotion, lost somewhere between hysteria and rage, and flopped onto the bed.
After long minutes of pondering silence Nav offered his tentative interpretation of events. <I will not do this again.>
‘You’re damn right.’ Her jaw was bunched, but she was suddenly embarrassed, bizarrely concerned for the feelings of the hapless Navigator, alone in a ship where every mind he tried to touch resisted him at capricious, unknowable times. They asked the impossible of their most valuable crewmember. How would a human feel expected to forgo the use of their tongue, their hands, the expressiveness of their face for months at a time?
<I did not know this was transgressive. I am not tactless. I am trying.>
Daltz sighed deeply, feeling the last of the tension sloughing from her. ‘I know you are.’ She said, attempting a reassuring smile for the benefit of the empty room. The nature of psychic communication was an impossibility to those species not born to it. ‘Just do me a favour.’
<Yes?>
‘Next time you are unsure, ask me, not Torv.’
<Yes. Yes, this seems wise.> The disembodied voice seemed thoughtful. Wry amusement bled through to Daltz, setting her to smiling in sympathy. <He appears to be a poor exemplar of normative behaviour.> The damning assessment was delivered with so little inflection that it had her doubled over in cramping laughter in seconds. When she had controlled herself, she spoke again, wiping away tears of mirth and feeling better than she had in weeks.
‘What do you need, Nav?’
<Visit with me. I may have a health concern.> Just like that, her burgeoning good cheer was doused. Fumbling for her jumpsuit and bag in the dark, she kept her mind as blank as she was able. Her first concern was for a sick crewmate, but she couldn’t help the natural selfish thoughts of her racing mind. If they lost Nav they would drift in the vacuum until their supplies ran out, then they would die; cold, hungry and utterly alone. One human could hide such a natural yet spectacularly unsympathetic worry from another with ease, but could she hide it from Nav, to whom reading minds was as instinctive as breathing?
‘I’ll be there as soon as I can.’
<My thanks.> There was an awkward pause and Daltz felt her eyes drift shut in resignation. Nav knew. <You are a good friend, Science Officer Daltz.> The thought was tender, almost floating in her mind, such was its gentle arrival.
‘Why do you say that?’
<Your concerns are natural, but your attempt to hide them is… kind…>
‘I… I don’t know what to say.’
<Ahh. I have erred again. I have made things awkward.> For the first time, Daltz felt embarrassment radiate from the vast mental impression she had of Nav’s psychic presence, sprawling and ever-present at the other side of the Link. As she hurriedly walked through the cluttered and run-down hallways of their battered but beloved home, her footsteps were the only accompaniment to the growing silence. <I only meant… I appreciated your response. Ensign Torv…> Nav trailed off.
‘Torv what?’
<Ensign Torv insinuated I had contracted ‘space clap’ and offered to find me a penicillin shot… And he laughed… A great deal…>
Daltz couldn’t help but grin, shaking her head at the utter stupidity of the man. ‘A poor exemplar of normative behaviour indeed.’ She snorted, feeling psychic amusement wash through the Link in relieved waves.
She hurried on, eager to arrive the Navigator’s tower on the Marabou’s spine, where his senses could be amplified to quest outwards, finding safe paths through the inky black. She was a leading xenobiologist by education, but would’ve been a vetenarian by childhood conviction. She knew her worries would abate as soon as she could see the problem first hand, and begin to work on a solution. Navigator. It felt like such a cold thing, to refer to him by his life’s work, but they were left with little option. His true name wasn’t just unpronounceable, it wasn’t even a word. Imagine a sphere of blue smoke, opening like a spiral-petalled flower inside your mind. ‘Nav’ would just have to do…
Daltz stilled her errant mind as the bronze doors slid open before her. She had arrived, and it always awed her into stunned silence to actually lay eyes upon her captive charge. The chamber was a vaulted dome, vast and exposed, as every wall was constructed of toughened, transparent crystal. Nav viewed the vacuum of space from every angle, refractive surfaces feeding him infinite directions of countless shades of black. Dominating the space, Nav’s tank was a ghastly affair, as tasteless as it was ornate. The green amniotics in which he floated were contained by huge panes of concave glass, but between each was the gaudy presence of gold, burnished and wrought in the shape of creeping ivy. It was hideous and captivating all at once. Like a cloudy green jewel set in an ornate cage.
<Welcome.> Nav drifted closer in the gloomy murk. He was huge, dwarfing even the largest whales of Old Earth in size. His carapace was horned and ridged, segmented along the huge sections of his tall body, which floated upright and limbless like the chrysalis of some brutal caterpillar. He leaned as close to the surface as he could, revealing his disturbing features to his visitor. His mandibles clicked in a constant pattern, which Daltz could feel vibrating her feet through the metal decking even from so far away. The air reeked of peat and salt – the tang of the mineral-rich liquid which sustained him. She would have gagged if she hadn’t been used to it.
‘Hey, Nav.’ She answered, smiling. Her cautious grin dropped away a moment later, as Nav nearly send her squealing from the room in fright. Along every section of his body, his chitinous exoskeleton withdrew and retracted from a thousand little nooks and crannies. His eyes, each a depthless nimbus of celestial light yawned open as one. She swore under her breath, squinting in the suddenly too-bright room.
<I understand eye contact is important in human communication. I thought I would try it out.> He seemed tentative and unsure, like a child trying to impress. It would have been truly cruel to stamp down his vulnerable attempt, and Daltz spoke quickly in case her thoughts of horror betrayed her.
‘That’s very kind, Nav, but there’s no need, I’m a guest, this is your home. Make yourself comfortable.’
The piercing, all-knowing regard finally abated, as his legion of eyes sank away without a trace. Daltz let out a pent-up breath. One more potential faux-pas averted… she hoped, trusting to Nav’s discretion. He could read her every thought if he chose, so a certain amount of willful ignorance was the only way he could function within a human crew. Daltz knew her species’ deeply ingrained systems of manners and politeness revolved far more about what you just didn’t say, rather than how you acted and spoke. A thousand lies of omission per-person-per-day amounting to a civilization of billions which spanned the stars. Truly a miracle.
<If you wouldn’t mind joining me, I have become concerned about a build-up of parasites along my ventral plates.>
‘Of course.’ Focus and dedication smoothly slid to the forefront of Daltz’s mind, all thoughts dedicated to the job at hand. She asked for further details as she made her way to the small recessed alcove at the base of Nav’s tank. Building up a better picture of his symptoms, she donned her wetsuit with practiced ease. Before long she was ready to enter the airlock and emerge in the murky half-light of her patient’s bizarre habitat.
Questing through the gloom, she trod the bottom of the tank, fighting against the suction of countless years of accumulated grime and decaying carapace shards. She tried not to think about it. <Sorry for the state of the place.> he remarked wryly. <I need to have a talk with my cleaner.>
Daltz’s awkward laughter at the joke was a relief from the sudden flush to her cheeks. ‘I’ll get to it soon, I promise.’
<No rush.> he answered, pulsing earnestness through the Link between them. <You would be horrified at the ocean floor back home.> In an instant Daltz’s grasping hands found resistance up ahead. One second all she could see was impenetrable bottle-green, the next, the towering, looming sight of Nav’s colossal body rising up above her. With familiarity, she found the easiest handholds amongst the bizarre topography of his form, lifting herself up until he advised her to stop. It was impossible to register height whilst suspended in the near-opacity of the tank, but she knew that her ascend had been the equivalent of close to 4 stories of a building, taking her only halfway up his form. <Can you feel what we have spoken of? Some build-up of plaque or hard biofilm? It is irritating beyond belief.>
Her skillful hands made an inspection of the indicated area, practiced and brisk, yet thorough with concern. The results left her with a dubious scowl. ‘Are you sure this is the right area? I can’t feel any adhesions…’
<Quite certain. Would you carry out a scouring? These things can be rather serious if left unchecked.> Thoroughly unconvinced by her examination, Daltz still agreed readily. She couldn’t do him any harm even if the procedure was unnecessary, and on the other hand if she was wrong, the parasitic lesions which occasionally plagued his species could rapidly spread beyond the aid of any medical know-how. When the titanic psychic crustacean upon which a hundred-strong crew relies complains of a problem, you try your best to solve it.
‘You got it. I didn’t need to sleep anyway.’ In her mind’s eye she attempted to project the fond sarcasm she intended. Across the Link a billowing of humour met her thoughts halfway, mingling contentedly. Amongst the amusement, she sensed genuine surprise at the deftness of her thought-speak and couldn’t help but feel a little flush of pride. Setting to her work, she removed her scouring kit and started the arduous process of a deep scrub. Humanity was a space-faring race, with marvels of technology in every aspect of life making things easier. Sometimes, though, elbow grease was still required. The scourer was a tangle of abrasive steel wire, superheated by an element in the handle. As she scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, her companion was a stream of hissing bubbles rising to the surface from Nav’s toughened hide.
With her monotonous task and bone-deep exhaustion, it was easy to drift while she worked, but some nagging sense kept dragging her back to the more analytical part of her mind. Nav was studiously silent, she noted, the first notes of suspicion stirring within her. Concentrating, she dug deeper, finding the Link almost closed off between them. He was hiding something again, and the problem-solving scientist in her wasn’t going to let answers escape. She strained, trying to imagine herself forcing open the wall in her mind. It didn’t come naturally to humans, but a talented individual trying their hardest? She kept up her scrubbing as she searched, and just for a second she received a glimpse of unhidden emotion. She stopped suddenly, open-mouthed, eyes wide with anger. Nav’s thoughts had been of such a familiar, mundane human nature, that it was impossible to misunderstand. Irritation, giving way to pleasure and contentment.
‘No.’ she swore, then swore again.
<What is it?> She had his rapt attention all of sudden, and along with it badly-hidden guilt.
‘No, you didn’t!’
<Didn’t what?>
‘I can’t believe you! You did not just interrupt me on the toilet and drag me to your mouldy tub in the middle of the night to scratch your itchy belly!’
She was incredulous, so far past rage that she was almost awed at the sheer cheek of the ancient cosmic traveler.
<If that was the case…Hypothetically…> he began slowly, choosing his words with care. <How angry would you be?>
‘You’re ten types of bastard, Nav.’ Dumbfounded laughter was bubbling up in her against her wishes. ‘I ought to leave you here to suffer.’
Her amusement at the ridiculous situation was a tempest in her mind, and she could feel Nav’s own impish delight carried along within it, so unutterably human in its inanity.
<But you won’t?>
After a pause to catch her breath, she reluctantly agreed. ‘But I won’t, aye.’ A moment of comfortable silence dwindled quickly, and then she did the only thing that made sense in the circumstances, as she thumbed the switch on her scourer and set back to scrubbing. A few moments later, she set them both chuckling anew as she spoke again.
‘You’re still a bastard…’
<I know.>
Actually, this is HOW I am TODAY
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When have you fired someone on the spot?
Originally Answered: Have you ever fired someone on the spot? If so, why?
One of my first post-college jobs was at a hotel. The hotel had a parking garage. One aspect of my new job was to “manage” the parking garage.
We suspected some bad business at the garage ie: missing money, rental cars going missing. I decided to pay a late night visit to the garage.
I pulled the drawer from the late night cashier to balance the account with the car count and guest list. I didn’t even need to fire the guy. He stood up and said “Well, I guess that’s that.” He picked up his stuff, walked to his car, flipped me off as he drove away.
Then a guy pulled up and came to the cashier window and said,
“Is Willie here?” I replied that I did not know. “Tell him he owes me a car or I’m, walking upstairs and taking one.” The guy looked like he could have picked one up and taken it with him.
He drove off as Willie drove in using a rental car he had “requisitioned” for the evening.
I fired him on the spot. He just flicked a cigarette, smiled and said. “I’ll be back, just you don’t worry.”
I worried.
I hated that job.
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What is the most bizarre way you’ve landed a job?
Somewhere in the forest, south of Frankfurt, Germany, I ordered fourteen beers at the bar in what I thought to be perfectly accented German.
But as usual, the “R” in ‘Bier’ betrayed me. Germans roll it, and I struggle to get it right unless I am careful.
“Do I detect a touch of English accent… or maybe American?” asked an early fiftyish, absent-minded-professor-looking man solidly perched on the barstool to my left.
“American,” I replied. “I thought I hid it well.”
“You do,” he answered. “But it made me curious… you wouldn’t happen to be looking for a job, would you?”
My brain somersaulted…. WTF? Is this for real?
“Actually,” I answered, “I just signed my severance contract three hours ago. I still have a project to complete before I leave, but once it’s wrapped, I’m free.”
“Can you write?” he asked. “I’m looking to replace my American partner in our public relations agency. He’s headed back to the US with his new wife.”
“Well… my father worked as a journalist, my grandfather was city editor for a major daily newspaper, and my mother teaches English… but I’ve never worked as a copywriter before.”
“Not many people have,” he replied, “but if you can write properly, we can teach you the rest. Can you come after work tomorrow and meet the team and my partner?”
“Sure,” I said.
The interview was easy. It seemed they only wanted to test my social skills. The take-home test was a bit more difficult: I was to write a press release to introduce scissors (imagining they were newly invented) to the world.
I e-mailed my best effort off just before midnight.
The rest is history. They indeed taught me how to write for real… and twenty-three years later, I am working for one of the agency’s bigger clients and I still work with my old team.
FFB
Experience creates FFB.
Tibetan speaker
Some declarations from me. Why am I supporting China, and which group of Chinese people am I supporting?
I am an Asian supremacist. We Asians need to dominate the world. We have to protect the world from the US and the EU, who have proven time and time again as true villians. I sympathaize with the Aficans and the Middle Eastern people the most. I would be an India supporter, but they lack the potential right now. They’re like a plastic bag drfiting through the winds — they’re opportunists, not true players on the global stage.
I love Tibet. I am a Tibetan by ethnicity after all. I want more Chinese people to be proud of having Tibet as a part of China. There are many social issues in Tibet that many don’t talk about. I think people who really care about the Tibetans must know about the social issues in Tibet. I have found that Chinese people really care about Tibet, so that’s why I support them.
I am anti-India because I am Nepalese. Though I think it is best for China and India to be friends, judging by how Indians online are openly saying they wish to invade Tibet, I think we should never trust the Indians. I do hope Indian intellectuals will guide their citizens and teach them real history, not propaganda.
I want to promote Tibetan culture. People are mostly interested in Tibet because of political reasons. Who are the ones interested in Tibetan culture? The Chinese!
Thank you for reading. I will keep on writing about Tibet. And I am happy that many people are reading my answers.
More: Since I am from Nepal, there is no way of me earning money through Quora, so writing answers here is purely my hobby. Though, if I gain enough followers (like 2k/3k) then I might take a more neutral stance and delete all hate posts. I could use this profile when I need to apply for jobs, or use this to promote tourism in Nepal. Well, I could just get bored and forget the password. I’d only be wasting time here.
What would it be like if North Korea and South Korea legally ended hostilities and united?
Several things become true:
The southern part of Korea stops being an island, meaning they must negotiate far more with their continental partners. South Koreans can finally visit Mt. Baekdu/Paektu. (The Koreans will probably have to figure out which romanization to stick to.)
Korea will be a nuclear power with launch vehicles capable of nuclear deterrence.
Korea will have a similar situation to China wherein the “interior” is in essence a developing country. This will relieve a lot of low wage employment pressure for the richer, southern areas.
However, the likely political outcome for Korea makes them prey for the interests of China and the US. This is because:
Korea is a nuclear power. The US will not tolerate a nuclear power in that region of interest that is not strategically indebted to the US, while China will not tolerate a nuclear power on its border that is hostile. Strategically Korea can only push for an independent, neutral position and hope that it does not have to pick sides.
Korea is still divided on political opinion and will remain so for some time. Having talked to North Koreans, it is clear that many of them actually do care for the general political project of their nation. It is why most of their elites wash their own clothes and cook their own meals— they want elites to take responsibility for their social obligations. The South Koreans on the other hand seem to gravitate towards elite control, in particular Seoul basically consuming the rest of the country. The clash in opinion is ripe for fresh division.
It would be a situation heavily influenced by external forces larger than it. Likely, such a united Korea would not necessarily be at equilibrium. Here’s to hoping the Koreans can beat the odds and find their own peace together.
I Had To “DOWNGRADE MY LIFE”…GOING INTO DEBT TO BUY GROCERIES
Welcome to the West.
Greek Spaghetti
Sometimes the most simple recipes are the most delicious, and this is one of those recipes.
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Ingredients
12 ounces spaghetti
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter
Garlic powder or mashed garlic cloves
Feta cheese (optional)
Instructions
Burn butter until golden.
Add garlic powder or crushed cloves and serve over cooked, drained spaghetti.
Sprinkle feta cheese over the top if desired.
What are the best business lessons we can learn from companies that got huge?
How to lose?
Just ask Nokia
“Nobody is able to predict that volatile environment”
Olli-Pekka Kallasvuo (Former CEO of Nokia) says in an interview (INSEAD). Once upon a time, Nokia was the most successful mobile phone-maker.
Nokia had the market at its fingertips. Every move they made resulted in profit.
Their new phones became the next craze in only a matter of weeks. Their clear-cut design, with smart navigation systems and a high quality camera were unlike anything anybody had ever seen.
Nokia was on top. How could they fail?
Little did Nokia know, there were a few companies lurking beneath them. They were hungry for the top spot that Nokia had. Nokia ignored them.
Nokia was king, there was no way companies like Apple were going to become successful.
Except on June 29th, 2007, Apple released the iPhone.
Nokia could not believe the amount of sales they lost to Apple and they were scared of losing their market share.
Nokia needed to come out with a smartphone. A smartphone that could rival the iPhone. At the time, Android version 1.0 had just released, but, Nokia didn’t believe in it. Why would Android ever become successful?
They decided to make their biggest mistake as a company and choose Symbian instead of Android. Nokia was desperate and quickly released their smartphone, but it was no competition for the iPhone. The Symbian system was old tech.
If Nokia had chosen Android and adapted to the market before being disrupted, Nokia would have had a much better chance of surviving.
The problem was that Nokia was scared of losing their reputation as top dog and didn’t want to change.
The biggest lesson is: Once you are scared of the drop, you won’t last long at the top.
As a surgeon, what is the most dangerous thing you have found inside a patient?
I’m not an MD but I am a nurse and had a personal issue once. I had a surgery years ago through my nose. There was this horrible smell, and there was so much pressure and pain. I wasn’t supposed to be blowing my nose and was using the sinus rinses as ordered. I noticed that when I would rinse the left side of my nose, nothing came out of the other nostril, but I would get the horrible drip down my throat for hours afterward. I knew something wasn’t right. I kept telling the surgeon that something was wrong. She smelled the odor and put me on multiple rounds of antibiotics with no improvements and told me that what I experienced with the rinses was “normal”. She never looked in my nose after the first post-op appointment where she told me that there was a “lot of swelling but that’s normal at this point”. After the 6th time I had gone in there complaining of the same awful smell, pain and pressure (and still with the same sinus rinse result), I demanded to see her supervisor. She was really put out, but I didn’t care. Her medical director saw me 3 days later, he used a scope and I could hear him say under his breath, “Oh!” He then pulled a long piece of packing out of my nose that was the most disgusting, smelly thing I had ever encountered in my life. We just looked at each other. He just said, “Well there’s the problem. Things should get much better now.” I was speechless.
PRODUCTION NOTES FOR SIGHTINGS I have always wanted to make this film, but it was not possible until just now. Remember when YouTube was in its very early days?
There were all kinds of unexplainable collections of sightings, cryptids, and paranormal stuff like ghost photos, etc. After watching enough of these, I would get the strangest feeling that would last for days, kind of astonishment with a certain kind of dark wonder.
Many of those favorite videos have just vanished to time, to be replaced by a billion new ones in better quality video.
Going back into the historical archive, AI UFO SIGHTINGS was my first very wishful attempt to at least explore the idea.
The contrast now is UNBELIEVABLE. We were all completely blown away by the state of the art back then, only just over a year ago. Someday I will revisit this idea ever further with even better tech!
The strangest thing is G3ML really is like starting over at the beginning, and has already shown me some magnificent aberrations and interdimensionality, so for right now we remain in the ‘breaking new ground’ historical epoch of visual artificial intelligence!!
**Just a small rant – The term “AI” is such a buzzword! It’s like “NFTs” and “Crypto” were, bandied all about by cor prits in order to cause another Bandwagon stampede of sheep! Attached to every possible plastic product it can be weakly linked to! I don’t think anyone on THIS channel is too excessive of a follower, so we can take a rest here from the oceanic dilution of the term.
Vented, thanks.
In our next couple of adventures here, I can take some time to illustrate some of the triumphs and challenges involved in working with the new ML modes, as I have already tracked a path or two. I’ll just point things out as we go and as we discover them. Thanks Everyone!!!!!!! Please Share with your more open-minded friends! !!!!!!!Overjoyed to have you here! -Skyward
Why do some elderly get out and go for walks while others just want to hide in their homes?
I will be 86 in two days, absolutely no family or friends left. I have learned, against impossible odds, no matter how hard and how painful (I am disabled and can’t walk), I handle l00% of everything myself as it pertains to me. I still drive (safely) and go out to eat by myself; I still work at the same job for 50 years and won’t stop until I die (animal welfare work from local to international level; just quit a job taking care of someone as a Power of Attorney for l4 years due to his mental issues; finished six years of college a year ago; took four years of computer lessons; learn new things daily about world events and things on the computer; have tons of hobbies; and the list goes on. I suffer with pain, loneliness – except for my beloved kitty – but I will NOT ever give in to being OLD except in calendar time. I would rather die than act like so many old people – eat, shit, sleep, watch t.v. I want to cram a lifetime into my remaining time and I do so daily. I stay away from deadbeats. I want inspiring, motivating, challenging people in my life or I choose to stay alone with my kitty.
Do people open carrying guns ever get bullied?
Oh yeah. This actually happened to me. I was stationed in Arizona, an open carry state, When I turned 21 I picked up my S&W Combat Model 19 .357 revolver which I had preordered, I had already had a custom made leather, gun belt and holster. I spent a lot of time at the range and open carried when off base. After several months I had an epiphany of sorts, a moment when I asked myself, ‘why are you really doing this and exactly under what circumstances will you pull this weapon?’ Up to that point I was just all 2nd Amendment, self righteous, young baddass wannabe. I quit carrying for over a month while I considered this question and consulted a lot of friends and senior NCOs I respected. I finally got my mind right and began carrying again. One of the things that happened to me is that I became a much more polite, tolerant and respectful person. I know it may sound trite but I always go back to Spiderman and his Uncle Ben who said “With great power, comes great responsibility.” No truer words have ever been said. Things said which I may have taken affront or been offended before, rolled off my back. I tended to avoid potential confrontation depending on the circumstances. That said, I was at the Tucson Flandrau Science Center & Planetarium walking around the exhibits while waiting for the next planetarium show. Everything was fine and there was a Boy Scout with his Troop who asked me about my weapon and why I carried it. Spent a few minutes talking about self defense and the defense of others as well as the 2nd Amendment. Parted ways and continued to view the exhibits when this middle aged, balding, hippie type wearing sandles literally accosted me. Got right in my face looking up at me and started off with verbal abuse, calling me a NAZI, and why was I scaring all of the people in the museum and other nonsensical stuff along with personal epithets. I was a bit taken aback and started to get angry then remembered why I carried and the responsibilities for doing so. As I was looking down at him, he came to a break in his tirade and I said, “Mister, I don’t see anyone around us afraid of anyone but you.” This was true because at this point a crowd had gathered and their attention was gathered on the hippie. This really pissed him off, he got red faced, raised his fists and I actually backed off a couple of steps shouting, “Man you really don’t want to do this!” At this point the manager of the museum got between us and cooled the guy down. He invited us both his office to talk things over. Once there the hippie again went off on a tirade about me carrying a weapon and scaring people. I responded again that the only person who was afraid was hippie guy and that by Federal and Arizona state law I was legally able to carry open. I also requested the Manager to call local law enforcement to verify this. The manager was obviously aquainted with the law and said that would not be neccessary. He also said that as the planetarium’s projector was worth millions of dollars, would I be willing to unload my gun? Looking at him I said sure, why not, and did so pocketing the cartriges. That seemed to have satified the hippy and he stormed off. I turned to the manager and said, you know I can reload in a few seconds, He said, “Yup, but it got rid of that asshole
Guy Pretty Privilege
What was the best “drop the mic” moment you’ve witnessed in a business meeting?
In 1997, I was the first intern sent from MIT to work at a Honda R&D center near the city of Utsunomiya, Japan. I quickly learned that the work I did there wasn’t too important to anyone; the whole point of my internship was for Honda and MIT to build a relationship, and I was just a sentient poker chip that they exchanged. This was fine with me since it allowed me the freedom to get involved in some fascinating research in shape memory alloys. Eventually people noticed what I was doing, and I became part of a very high-performing group looking at shape memory alloys, piezoelectrics, and magnetostrictive materials within active structures. Japanese companies like Honda tend to keep their blue sky R&D more internal, while most American companies instead fund university labs to do the same work.
At the end of my internship, I participated in a talk with the head of R&D at Honda. That man did very little talking in the meeting; his handpicked successor who was 20 years younger mostly ran the meeting. My group gave updates on all of our various projects, and the successor asked some insightful questions that showed me that he knew his stuff.
At one point in the meeting, the successor drew a beautiful, ornate balance scale on the whiteboard, showing the smart people working on the project on one side labelled “negatives”, and the results on the other side labelled “positives”. He was making the point that our group shouldn’t just produce average results, but in order to justify the time of the best engineers, our group needed to produce extraordinary results. That’s when the senior manager got up, and walked to the whiteboard.
This man had been silent throughout the meeting, and that made him getting up and walking to the whiteboard all the more remarkable. 21 years later, I still remember his gait getting out of the chair and walking to the whiteboard. He erased the picture of the engineers from the “negative” side of the balance, and drew them in on the positive side. Then he said,
“The most important output of this R&D team is not the projects they do. The most important output is the people, people with experience in these new technologies. Successful projects are nice, but the experience is the #1 thing. When the time comes for more active structures in cars, we will need Honda people with this experience, more than we need these exact projects.”
I have long since moved from the automotive industry to the semiconductor industry. I’ve seen many meetings with yelling and swearing and people slamming down phones and walking out. I’ve never seen a person take control of a meeting and shift the focus of a group the way that Honda executive did, simply standing up and walking to the whiteboard and quietly saying a few declarative sentences.
Have you ever accidentally said something inappropriate?
It was one of those quiet boring days in the office.
I was sitting there at my desk, trying to work while my brain was going numb from all the boredom.
Sitting right across from me was a colleague of mine who is a Pakistani. He was focused on his work and minding his own business.
I started talking to him in English (I’m an Arabic speaker). I don’t remember what the conversation was about, but at one point it became about birthdays.
He asked me when my birthday is. I told him it’s on September 23. He then told me that his birthday is in September as well, but it’s in the beginning of the month.
Now I’m no expert in horoscopes, but I know that my birthday is on the first day of the Libra, so his horoscope must be the one right before the Libra.
I paused for a while to figure out his horoscope, and after realizing it’s the Virgo while not knowing at the time that it’s called “Virgo”, I translated the horoscope from Arabic to English in my head, and it came out as “Virgin” (I’m really not good in horoscopes), and then I went ahead and asked him after a long pause:
So, you’re a virgin?
He looked at me with a confused look and said: I’m sorry?
I asked again: You are a virgin, right?
He let out a nervous chuckle and said: What?!
I was not getting it. Why was he so slow to understand? and I kept insisting that he must be a virgin, and I’m sure of it.
He was looking at me silently, with widened eyes and a shocked look on his face, not understanding what the hell is wrong with me!
Then I decided to spell it out for him; Your horoscope is the virgin, right? Because your birthday is in the beginning of September, so it must be it.
Him: Ahhhhhh! A Virgo! Yes, my horoscope is the Virgo.
He then laughed and sighed with a bit of relief.
Only then did I realize what I had just asked him, and OMG! how embarrassed and stupid I felt.
We then ended that delightful small talk, and we both shifted our focus back to that boring work of ours, never speaking of how awkward that conversation was.
China Dumps US Debt, Fearing a Capitalist Armageddon|Richard Wolff
Have you ever had someone leave a note on your parked car? What did it say on it?
Well I think everyone is going to find this answer entertaining.
Got off work at around 5 p.m. one day and walked out to my parked car in the area where I usually park it. It was a note on my car stating that it had been involved in an auto accident.
Now here’s where it gets really interesting. That note was from the Los Angeles Police Department.
The company I worked with shared a parking lot with a J. C. Pennys store. Apparently store security spotted a shoplifter and decided to arrest her. Unfortunately instead of stopping her as she exited the store they decided to let her get into her vehicle and attempted to leave the scene. As she was backing out of a parking space they opened her door and pulled her out of the moving vehicle. Now some of you might be thinking oh my God, they pulled her out of a moving vehicle! What happened to the moving vehicle? Nothing to worry about, it stopped when it plowed into my car.
And of course this lovely shoplifter of a lady had no driver’s license let alone valid insurance.
And at that time I did not have uninsured underinsured coverage on my insurance. So I would have to pay a high deductible on my comprehensive coverage. I know it sounds strange as comprehensive is not for that. But my insurance said they would cover it that way due to the odd circumstances.
I called the corporate offices of J. C. Penneys, to ask them to pay for the damage to my car. They told me they had nothing to do with the damage to my vehicle. And that I should go after the owner/driver of the car.
I told them that I was sorry they felt that way, and that I would visit the shoplifter who was in custody at the LA County Jail. And I would be happy to tell her about the incredible lawsuit she probably has against J. C. Penneys due to their security personnel pulling her out of a moving vehicle.
After listening to my statement, the person on the other end of the phone at J. C. Penneys responded by saying please send me a copy of your repair estimate and will issue you a check immediately.
And I promise to everyone, this is an absolutely true story.
Will China have to fight major wars to enjoy pace harmony and prosperity? They did not succeed with the opium wars.
Unfortunately yes.
People fear the Americans because they absolutely devastate countries for fun.
They destroyed Afghanistan, Syria, Libya, Iraq, Yemen and other places.
They’re defanged these days because of their priorities that is to profit from war rather than winning any actual peace/stability.
We’re even seeing their inability to stop Ansar Allah :D. Their colour revolutions have also been failing since the mid 00s.
The same thing with Somalis in the UK or Pakistanis. If you attack them? They’ll fuck you up badly. Hence why British people have little love for them but fear them.
At one time UK Chinese and Indians (especially the Sikh guys) too were feared as in a fight we broke the rules. In a fight in the UK 60s, 70s and 80s) if you won a fight, it was normal to shake hands and forget about it. For the aforementioned communities we weren’t so magnanimous.
If you lost a fight against us? You’d be murdered.
My father literally has tons of stories where some idiot loses a fight and simply gets stabbed to death as he begs for his life. Some of the stories I recall from Mr Singh before he passed were brutal.
He’d tie them up in the basement and beat them to death slowly over several days.
Since China is hated by westerners, there’s only one option.
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A savage war which will make Gaza look like it’s nothing.
When I lived in Western Pennsylvania, I would drive my cars, and my motorcycles all over the place. Most of which was long disused roads, old unused rail road lines, and towns that were abandoned a hundred years previous. Many interesting sights, and (I’m sure) curious stories to tell.
One day, while riding on a little used country road, I came up to the crest of a hill. I pulled over to take a leak, and as I did so, I noted that the bushed parted to a nice picturesque grass covered hill.
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As it as a nice Summer day with blue skies and white clouds, I went forth to take a look and take in the wonderful and astounding view.
And it was. Really.
This was a nice field of knee-height green grasses. And not a shrub or other plant to be seen.
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The hill side was enormous and perfect for flying kites and for having picnics. In fact, given the beautiful day, low humidity and just magnificent day, I walked forward and took in the entire experience.
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I’ve done this before. I found a long abandoned cemetery in the long overgrown woods that way. Heck, on second thought, I actually found two such cemeteries. All long lost, and totally forgotten.
So as I was walking forward I saw the strangest sight up on a ridge.
It was a tomb; a well preserved stone house that served as some family Mausoleum. It looked a little like this…
Mausoleum
Now, this was not a cemetery.
It was in a rural hillside, in the middle of a long abandoned tree line where the nearest house was miles away. It was isolated.
Nice hill.
Nice mausoleum.
Totally out of the blue. A real surprise. All up in the middles of this grand hillside view.
Who would have thought?
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Later, say a a few months later, I asked a friend of mine about the place, and he knew about it. The story goes something like this…
There was once this wealthy family in a small town. The town grew and got prosperous. The family bought up a lot of land, and as the town prospered the family got very wealthy. The head of the family built the tomb on a field that he favored for family outings and picnics with.
After he died there was a change in fortune. His family either died off and moved away. And the town became a few remaining houses until that too was abandoned. And thus all that remains is the tomb.
The estate has established a trust fund that pays for groundskeepers to maintain the hill in a pristine croquet field, and to makes sure that no one vandalizes the idyllic environment. That that is the story of this place.
Still.
Preserving the hilltop for future generations to have picnics on; to fly kites on…
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Or, to have romantic dates on…
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Or, you know; to sky gaze at night on is glorious.
This fellow did good. And I for one want to tell you all… have adventures.
And when you have the time to leave something behind, make it useful and memorable. Leave something behind for the generations that follow…
Today…
China sez “we’re done playin'”
China has called-off arms control talks with US over weapon sales to Taiwan.
China has cut off arms control and NUCLEAR non-proliferation talks with the United States because of Washington’s arms sales to Taiwan, the Chinese foreign ministry said on Wednesday.
“China has decided to suspend talks with the US on holding a new round of arms control and non-proliferation consultations,” ministry spokesman Lin Jian said. “The responsibility for this situation lies entirely with the US.”
He said the US’ continued sales of weapons to the island in the face of Beijing’s opposition had “severely damaged the political atmosphere necessary for continued arms control consultations between the two sides.”
“Washington must respect Beijing’s core interests if communication is to continue” the Chinese foreign ministry said.
Russia launches a giant 6,000-pound bomb from an SU-34 for the first time
This is crazy big news.
Note this video about the massive Russian submarine nuke bombs for the United States Eastern states. Fly over, drop and swim. Then Ka-blooey!
What is something you wish you had known sooner?
I have a very toned body, like massively toned for a female. I didn’t work for it. It’s just natural. I didn’t know my body was like this until I went to high school. They called me “tough”. I would be teased so badly. Girls followed me around the school laughing at me and calling me names. Adults weren’t any better. On top of that, I had horrible eczema. I hated high school so badly that I skipped school half the year. Woke up many days crying telling my mom I’m sick. Still I got good grades. School wasn’t hard, people were. Complete strangers that I never once tried to hurt had no issues in giving me a hard time.
Eventually high school ended. Hallelujah. And I moved to another city. I worked in tourism and foreigners loved my body. They hardly criticized me. One day a bodybuilder came up to me and told me my body’s amazing. He advised to enter the national bodybuilding competition. If I win that and Caribbean then the possibilities would be endless. I could travel the world.
I wish I could tell you I did it and won. I started training then dropped out. I didn’t want the world to see my body. That was a couple years ago. Now, I love my body and see how invaluable it is. I wish I had known sooner that being this different was a blessing and I should not have taken it for granted. Maybe I would be a world champ by now. But, it’s not too late, I just might enter the bodybuilding competition this year.
Even though I wish I had known sooner that my differences are amazing, I’m happy I know now. I appreciate every bit of me despite what others think. And trust me I’ve been told so many times “You’re different”. I was even the outcast in my family but I’ll tell that story a next time. Love, appreciate and endorse you for you truly are unique. See a pic of my legs with some bug bites (darn mosquitoes).
Fried Ravioli with Quick Tomato Sauce
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Yield: 6 to 10 servings as an hors d’oeuvre or 4 to 6 servings as a first course; 2 1/2 cups sauce
Ingredients
Sauce
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 small onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, finely chopped
2 (14 1/2 ounce) cans Italian-style tomatoes, with liquid
9 ounces frozen or refrigerated ravioli of your choice
2 tablespoons olive oil
Instructions
Begin with the sauce. Heat the olive oil in a skillet over moderate heat and Sauté the onion and garlic for about 5 minutes, until tender but not brown.
Add the tomatoes, breaking up the larger pieces with the edge of a spoon if necessary, and bring to a boil. Simmer over low heat for 15 minutes, until the sauce has thickened some.
Add the basil and season with salt and pepper.
Cook the ravioli according to the package directions.
Drain and manually separate the ravioli to prevent them from sticking together. Blot dry with paper towels.
Heat the olive oil in a skillet (preferably nonstick) over moderate heat and Sauté the ravioli for 2 to 3 minutes per side, until lightly browned and slightly crisp.
Drain on paper towels and serve immediately.
China’s Surprise Move: U.S. Chips Banned After Yellen Visit
Were you deathly ill but didn’t know until you went to the hospital and they told you?
I got up one morning and my left hand was swollen. I couldn’t find an insect bite, but thought maybe a spider bit me in my sleep. This was in the early 90s before the internet was a resource for research. I spent the day with family and attended a funeral. The next morning the swelling went up to my elbow. Still thinking about an insect bite I took some Benadryl and carried on. The next morning my entire arm was swollen and I went to a walk in clinic. The physician’s assistant took one look and sent me to a doctor nearby. He asked me to stop moving my arm. I showed him that I was able to bend it and he said stop! The Doctor was a vascular interventionist. At that time I was not a nurse and had limited medical knowledge. I thought that was strange but I went. The Doctor there looked at my arm and and asked me to meet him at his clinic next door in the hospital. He didn’t give me a diagnosis, just go there and he would se me there. I finally realized that this was serious when the nurses were shaving my chest, attaching electrodes and asking me to sign paperwork all at the same time! I had a blood clot at the brachial artery! The doctor removed it while I was under conscious sedation and I spent a week in cardiac ICU on a heparin drip confined to the bed. Moving the arm could have dislodged part of the clot sending it to my brain or lungs. And I stood outside the hospital and smoked a cigarette before I went inside! I was so impressed by the doctor and the nurses that I went back to school and graduated the nursing program! That’s how I became a nurse!
What is your opinion of J.D. Vance?
From my perch across the Pacific several thousand miles away from Washington, I think Vance’s perspectives on foreign affairs seem to dovetail quite closely with Trump’s world view:
He favors a negotiated peace with Russia over Ukraine, believing that Ukraine cannot win;
He thinks Europe needs to take more responsibility for its own security;
He believes the US needs to shift its focus to Asia (again) to prioritize and counter China’s economic and military rise, prioritizing this over traditional American alliances in Europe; and
He’s an economic nationalist. This includes protectionist policies such as tariffs and reducing reliance on foreign goods.
Whether you agree with him or not (and on economic policy, I’m a globalist who believes protectionism is bad for both the US and the global economy), it’s pretty clear that Trump 2.0 will be marked by trade wars, a pronounced “America first” policy — whatever that means — and increased tensions with traditional US allies in Europe. But there also seems to be some pragmatism about it (for example, engagement with Putin on Ukraine).
I think with Trump 2.0, we’re potentially seeing the beginning of a tectonic shift in world geopolitics — a framework that has been in place pretty much since the end of WWII.
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Teletubbies the Horror Movie – 1950s Super Panavision 70
What shocked you when you opened someone’s safe deposit box at the bank?
When my in-laws died we went to the bank to retrieve the contents of their safe deposit box. The bank has gone through a line of mergers and name changes over the years, my in-laws stayed loyal. We knew the box number but did not have the key.
We were told that there was no safe deposit box. We went home and found the paperwork from the original bank. The current bank got back to us that the box was marked as abandoned years ago for nonpayment and they assumed the contents were sent to the state. We countered that the box was free if they kept their accounts at the bank, the deal with the original bank. They had no answer.
My wife was devastated. Her grandmother’s wedding ring was in that box. We contact the state and they had no record of the box being turned over.
We went back to the bank with that information. The bank officer said things got lost between all the mergers etc over the years. Just out of desperation I asked who held that box number now. They said it was vacant. I asked to open it.. they did and there were my in-laws possessions!
There wasn’t much. Some long obsolete paperwork, an envelope that had photos of every room In their house from the 1960s, for insurance purposes, and thankfully the ring!
Living Paycheck to Paycheck ….. Part 2
Amazing
Another amazing Chinese airport where workers have moved mountains to build a new airport, quite literally.
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Workers in Chongqing needed to flattened the top of a mountain nearly 6000 feet above the sea level in order to construct the Wushan Airport.
The airport IATA: WSK ICAO: ZUWS is located at the border of Wushan and Fengjie counties, 15 kilometres (9.3 mi) from the county seat, and mainly serves tourists to the nearby Three Gorges region. Construction began on 20 April 2015, and the airport was opened on 16 August 2019
“Jane!” A voice bellowed from the recesses of the ship. “Where is my grapefruit?”“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” A voice echoed from the opposite direction.“My grapefruit, Jane! The one I specifically had my name on! The one you stole!”“First of all, why would you print your name on a freaking grapefruit? Second of all, if you didn’t want me to take it, you shouldn’t have put it in a community fridge.”“So you did take it!”“Why is this grapefruit so important, anyway?”“Do you know, Jane, how many people have died in ships due to scurvy? Do you?!”“So eat an orange!”“The orange is overrated! The grapefruit is the only citrus fruit that understands me.”Charlie groaned and pressed his forehead against the table. “Lewis, we just had a shipment of grapefruit yesterday, get another one!”
“Shut up, Charlie! This doesn’t concern you!”
“I don’t even know why you try anymore.” Lyra flipped her braid as she slid in next to him.
“Because you well know how much worse it will get if I don’t.”
Harriet groaned as she remembered the third great prank war.
Jane and Lewis were in an argument over their favorite colors, and it escalated into a full-blown war. Everywhere anyone turned, there was another trap set for either Lewis or Jane.
Somehow, they ended up joining forces against the rest of the ship and wreaked havoc upon the crew of the Flame.
They feared that it would spread to the other ships of the fleet, but luckily, Charlie recovered from his bout of illness quickly, and managed to calm both Lewis and Jane within the hour.
But the crew would never forget the horror and fear they faced in that week; that was the day Charlie became the unofficial leader of all things Lewis and Jane.
“I don’t even know why they’re on the same ship after that stunt; much less the mothership.”
Lyra took a lasting gulp of coffee. “Jane’s the best engineer in the whole fleet.”
“And Lewis is crazy good with the servers and the rest of the ship’s tech.” Harriet supplied, flicking a crumb of her muffin.
“Plus, they’re great gunners in a pinch and work well with everyone except each other.”
Claude snorted as he walked in. “Tell that to the Horogin embassy from two month ago.
“Listen,” Lewis looked up from his tablet, “we all agree that the embassy was a mistake, just like we all agree that in general, Jane and Lewis are remarkable workers.”
“Besides,” Harriet simpered, “can you really picture them anywhere else?”
The room fell silent except for the gurgle of the coffee maker as each of the four tried to imagine Jane or Lewis stationed on any other ship.
“Fair point.” Lyra admitted. “So can I just be put on another ship? I grew up on the Growth; agriculture is not something so easily forgotten.” Her violet braid twisted in front of her and seemed to writhe in agreement.
“Uh, Charlie?” Claude pointed. “There’s a problem.”
Charlie took one look at the floating braid before letting out a groan.
He tapped the screen of his tablet and set it down, a holograph of a red-headed man slowly taking form.
“Hey Charlie!” He showed of a gap-toothed grin. “Your gravity messing up too?”
“Yep.”
“Yeah, I just got off a vid with the captain about it. Lewis is checking it out now.”
“Lewis? Isn’t he usually on servers?”
“Usually, but since he passed out on another late night shift yesterday, I figured putting him on monitor watching duty was a better plan.”
“Alright.”
A blond man with dark, circular glasses stomped past, an indescribable look on his face.
“Lewis, you figure it out yet?”
“Yeah, Arnold, it’ll be fixed in a sec.” He disappeared from view.
“Hey Jane!” A voice came from both the tablet and the hallway. “Something’s blocking the free-float tube!”
“Yeah, that’s probably your grapefruit.”
“You didn’t even eat it?!” The screech caused both Lyra and Charlie to wince. “What the heck?”
“I don’t like grapefruit.”
“So you took it from me for the sole pleasure of depriving me joy?”
“Yeah.” A clang was heard and Lyra’s braid dropped. “It’s in the compost bin now.”
“I hate you, you know!”
“Just like I hate grapefruit?”
An indecipherable collection of sounds was heard, before the hologram showed Lewis stomping back to his post.
“Good work, buddy.” Arnold offered, to what might as well have been empty space.
“Thanks for dealing with it, A.” Charlie picked up the tablet. “Good luck.”
“No, man, good luck to you. Lewis has his morning break in five minutes.” And with a wink, Arnold was gone.
“But that’s the same time Jane’s on break.” Lyra remarked.
The four looked at each other with wide eyes, then at their meager breakfast.
“Hide the grapefruit.”
Trump didn’t drain the swamp, he appointed the worst reptiles
Is there any car which thieves can not steal?
Where I live in Brazil, car theft is somewhat of a problem. For the most part thieves choose commonly found, locally manufactured models, like Ford Fiestas, Fiat Palios, and Volkswagen Foxes, and then take them to chop-shops who tear them down and resell the parts online.
Models that are ten years old or older are very sought after because they are often relatively easy to steal and parts for them are harder to find, so the demand for things like fuel pumps, taillights and radiators is greater.
If you go on to Brazilian eBay and buy a used or reconditioned alternator, chances are very high that it is from a stolen car. There is a whole black market industry for car parts all across of South America that is literally impossible to stop.
Ironically, if you drive a high-end model like a Mercedes, BMW or Range Rover no one will steal it. First because it is way too conspicuous to drive around in a high end car than a common one, you’ll most certainly get caught, and second because selling the parts is much more difficult because there are not that many high end models around, not to mention that the people who own these cars are wealthy enough to pay a dealership to fix them when they need service.
I have two cars, a 2009 Volkswagen Gol (a somewhat cheaper model under the Golf) and a 2010 Volvo XC60 T5. No one will touch the Volvo because it’s the only one in town and thieves know that Volvos have a factory GPS system installed in them that’s really hard to deactivate, but I really have to keep my eye on the Gol because Gols are all over the place and it is a very sought after car to steal.
Someone tried to steal my Gol a few years ago — they broke the small triangle window behind the back door to unlock the car, then they popped the hood and cut the wires to the alarm. Then they broke the ignition lock and used a screwdriver to force it to engage the starter. It was during the night and the car was right outside my bedroom window; I didn’t hear a thing.
I woke up the next morning and the car wasn’t there, so I called the insurance company who used a tracking system like lo-jack to find it, it was unlocked, sitting around the corner and all of the thieves’ tools were on the seats and the floor — even the screwdriver was still sticking out of the ignition.
I’m guessing that the thieves gave up and fled the scene when they couldn’t get the engine to turn over and a cop car came down the street, or something like that.
They couldn’t start the engine because I had installed an engine kill switch up and under the dashboard where no one could see it. Two feet of wire, a toggle switch and a 10-amp fuse saved my car from being stolen: total cost of $4.00.
The Volvo on the other hand is exceptionally hard to steal, not because of the GPS system, but because of how the ignition system was designed.
There is no key to turn, so there is no ignition lock to break; to start the car I put the remote that unlocks the doors in the dashboard and push a button. The steering lock is further down the steering column than in most cars — it actually sits under the engine at the firewall, so it’s very hard to get to.
The Volvo also has another feature that many cars don’t have, and it’s not a factory-installed feature. You could literally take a baseball bat to the windshield and it won’t break. You could also unload a full clip of .44 magnum rounds into the driver’s side window and it won’t shatter.
The car is bulletproof — the previous owner had it bulletproofed when she bought it new in 2010. It has inch-thick glass and Kevlar all around, including the roof, so just getting into the car is no easy task.
You’d probably be able to force the door open with a crowbar, but that would break the door’s closing mechanism making it kind of hard to drive, that is if you were able to get around the steering lock and the keyless ignition.
Very hard to steal. Hard to car-jack at an intersection too, something all too common in cities like Rio de Janeiro on hot summer days when people are stuck in traffic.
Of course, one could always use a tow truck.
Would you believe that I don’t even have insurance on the Volvo? Except of course for the mandatory Government insurance that costs about $5.00 a year. I know that someone won’t steal it – they won’t even try.
The Gol on the other hand is insured, to the hilt, with a super-low deductible, which costs me about $600.00 a year. It’s not worth very much though, maybe $2000.00, so the insurance company believes someone will steal it in a little over three years.
So, it all depends on where you live and the car you drive, what security features it has. No car is truly unstealable, but some of them are much harder to steal than others.
Are Chinese people aware of the power of their country in comparison to others?
Many Chinese are shocked when they first hear that westerners are afraid of China and Chinese.
Immediate reaction is “What did we do? We just work hard and mind our own business and sell stuff to everybody. Once in a while we get annoyed at Taiwan or the Philippines, but we don’t really do anything.”
They are unaware that it is because of their hard work and competition in Chinese society, that China is very powerful and influential in the aggregate.
“They’re LYING about the economy, this is now a DEPRESSION” Top Economist Warns
Regardless of who will be the next president of the United States, do you think the US will continue to fight a trade war with China? Or will it clearly understand that the root of the problem lies within the country itself?
I believed that will happened in about a decade from now! Britain took generations to accept that it has lost its hegemony to the US and I am sure it took at least a century for Romans to accept that it is no longer the head honcho.
The US is no different. It is in a generation of being in denial and it refused to recognised that the more it fights China the faster it goes down! And the best thing to do is to accept a secondary role of working with China to help its people to keep doing well and not lose everything!
Of course it is the US own doing that put it into present situation. Why?
First the US thought wrongly that it could pay its workers and its CEO the sky if they wanted and that they can always charge these excesses to the consumer and they will be willing to do so! But that is simply not true. Even US consumers won’t pay for over priced products!
Second they wrongly assumed that China and Chinese cannot innovate and makes better and better products and moved up the supply chain! This is due to their racial bias that cost them dearly. China learn very fast and catch up and overtook the US in no time! The idea that China steal intellectual property and copy is what caused the US to under estimated China and the Chinese people!
Thirdly the US wrongly thought that it ruled the world and yet stay competitive. The truth is to compete one need to be very driven and focus and the US is fighting forever wars and warmongering 24/7, 365 days a year. And it left the UD very weak in investment and infrastructures and the US simply cannot compete. While they lack skill and well trained engineers China has in abundance of resources and talents.
Forthly the US thought that it could fight any body and everyone in the world without repercussions. It is not true. The world turned against the US. And the world wants the US to fail because no one wants to be bullied by the US.
The US wrongly thought that their market is the biggest, today the US is really a very insignificant market today. The biggest market Center is East Asia, followed by ASEAN, followed by Europe and then comes North America with Indian sub continent and Central Asia growing fast, so is Africa and Latin America. Today the entire supply chain will stay in China not just because of China but Asian market is closed to 60% of the world market.
The US will fight another trade war but in reality it is sinking in the quick sand. Mark my word in 10 years leaders cannot win elections if they cannot have a positive relationship with China! It is simply economics!
Which habits of middle-class people keep them middle class?
Several behaviors prevent the middle class from ascending.
Spending large sums on depreciating assets. If you want to be wealthy, your only large purchases should be investments, not vehicles or gaming computers.
Buying more house than needed. While a house is an investment, if your paychecks are all going to pay a mortgage and upkeep, you are short funds for investing. If housing prices collapse again, you won’t even have the equity.
Not having 3–6 months of living expenses saved in case of a lay-off or emergency. Unemployment isn’t going to pay all your bills and living off credit cards until you get a new job is an expensive mistake. Putting an emergency cost on credit cards means you will pay at least twice as much with interest added than if using savings.
Paying banks, instead of themselves. Interest payments are a huge waste. Imagine if you had that $500–1000/ month credit interest going to investments instead of to banks.
Not understanding what is an investment rather than a purchase. Sellers use investment in advertising, but they lie. You don’t invest in a nice suit, you purchase it. The next day it is used clothing and worth 1/2 what you paid for it. You don’t invest in furniture, you purchase it. An investment is an asset expected to go up in value over time.
Investing only in their employer’s stocks. It isn’t a good idea to invest in only one stock, industry or investment type. Putting money in a variety decreases your risks.
Passing up job opportunities or promotions because you don’t like the people you will be working with, the added responsibility and/or travel involved. The road to the corner office might detour through a landfill, but it is the only way to get there. Promotions may not be offered a second time. The job opportunity you are holding out for may never happen.
Nobody get rich using coupons. It takes a complete budget and lifestyle that spends less than you make and that includes investing. Saving $20 a week on groceries, but spending an extra $600 a month on a new vehicle you just had to have makes no sense.
Money is not the goal, it is the tool. If you save up $100,000 and it just sits in a savings account, you are losing money and the potential for becoming financially independent.
You have to set aside money for fun or your budget will fail. Sacrifice is easy the first month. By the time you reach the fortieth month, sacrifices can feel like a vise on your life. Adding fun dollars to your budget will let you enjoy life while still reaching your financial goals.
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Six foreigners allegedly poisoned in Bangkok luxury hotel
Is the Chinese government and its people considered perfect? If not, what are some reasons for this?
No, it is far from perfect and there is always room for improvement.
The important thing is to have a channel to provide input to government officials, explain why something needs to change to make it better, and see if they can make the change.
This is very different from the idea of free speech in the west because while people have the right to elect new leaders at election time, there is no way to request changes on a small scale, and then to follow up on them.
The Chinese way is to ask for changes on an ongoing basis, explain the rationale for the change, and if the official feels that it is reasonable, ask him to make the change. If he does NOT make the change within a reasonable time, then move up the ladder, and complain to his superior.
And so on and so forth…
So in the western system, you vote for the person and hope that he makes the macro changes you want. In the Chinese system, you go to the local official and request that he make the micro change you want. If the request is reasonable, he should make the change. If he does not, he will likely be voted out at the local level. Since he is also a Party member, failure to act on reasonable requests will affect his opportunity for promotion in the future, and affect his own career.
In court, what was the most devastating cross-examination of a witness that you ever saw?
My in-laws used to live across the street from a drug dealer. They often called the police where there were cars coming and going from his property, picking up “product”. This cut into his business, and led to several ugly confrontations between him and my in-laws.
One day my then-fiancee was visiting her parents, and was in the back of the house when there was a commotion out front, complete with gunshots. She didn’t see anything, but both her parents and one of her brothers claimed they saw said drug dealer leaning out of his upstairs window, firing a gun. From his body language and what words they could make out, his intent was clear: Stop interfering with my business, or the next time I won’t be firing into the air but at you.
They called the police and he was charged with aggravated menacing. Some months later, I attended the trial as a spectator, as my fiancee (now wife) was a witness. The drug dealer took the stand in his own defense. After a well-rehearsed examination by his attorney, it was the prosecuting attorney’s turn.
“Mr. ___, on [date], did you fire several shots from a handgun into the air from the second story window of your home?”
“No, I did not. I don’t even have a gun.”
“You own no firearms whatsoever? On [date], you didn’t have a single firearm in the house?”
“That’s right. I didn’t have no guns then.”
A look of confusion spread of the DA’s face as he quickly pawed through his notes.
“Now, on [date of previous police call to his home], didn’t you tell Officer ____ that you had an extensive collection of firearms and that you were an expert in their use?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, did you lie to Officer ____?”
“What?”
“Did you lie to Officer ____ back on [previous date], or did you lie to the jury just now?”
“Yeah, I lied.”
I suspect that if you want to be taken seriously by a jury, you should not admit that you are a liar and may have just lied to them on the witness stand.
He was convicted, despite testimony from friends who gave him an alibi. The jury must have thought they were liars, too.
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The US Passport is Getting WORSE
Russia lays it all out on the table.
Washington’s belief that the United States will not suffer from a new global war and that the main actions will unfold on the European continent is a misconception, Russian Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov said.
The stark language from Foreign Minister Lavrov was used during a UN Security Council meeting.
The clear implication is that the “main actions” of another global war would also unfold on the North American continent. Here. Inside the USA.
Keen observers agree there is no other rational interpretation of the remarks.
Yet as this story is published at 1:10 PM EDT on Wednesday, July 17, 2024, Americans, for the most part, remain blissfully unaware of how dangerous the world situation is right now. They have no idea at all that the US Government has taken actions so grave, that the American heartland is now being openly discussed as a future war zone.
How this particular remark arose in the UN was after White House National Security Council Coordinator for Strategic Communications John Kirby, said that “Washington does not want a war with Russia as it would affect the European continent.”
Russian Foreign Minister Lavrov mentioned this remark and then said (verbatim) “In Washington, they are convinced that a new global war will affect not the US, but their European allies. If this analysis forms the basis of the Biden administration’s strategy, it is a very dangerous misconception, and Europeans should realize what a suicidal role has been assigned to them.”
Any resolution of the European crisis must include concrete steps to eliminate the threats to Russia that emanate from the West, the diplomat went on to say. He recalled that Moscow’s conditions for establishing lasting peace in Ukraine have already been outlined by Russian President Vladimir Putin.
Putin also noted that Zelensky’s term has expired and his legitimacy cannot be restored by any means.
Kremlin spokesperson Dmitry Peskov clarified that Putin does not rule out negotiations with Ukraine, as there are other legitimate authorities there.
For his part, Lavrov emphasized that Russia is ready to seek a balance of interests to resolve the current crisis in Ukraine, taking into account new geostrategic realities on the Eurasian continent.
Let’s summarize;
War with Russia;
Destruction of Europe
Nuclear destruction of the United States via missiles
War with China;
Destruction of QUAD nations (Australia, Japan, Korea, Philippines)
Nuclear destruction of the United States via missiles
Chicken and Ravioli Cacciatore
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Ingredients
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 pound skinless boneless chicken breast halves, cut into 1 inch pieces
1 medium onion, halved and sliced
1/2 medium green bell pepper, sliced
1 cup water
1 (14.5 ounce) can diced tomatoes w/garlic, oregano, and basil
8 ounces tomato sauce
9 ounces refrigerated cheese ravioli
Instructions
Heat oil in large skillet over medium-high heat until hot. Add chicken, onion and bell pepper; cook and stir until chicken is browned.
Stir in water, tomatoes, and tomato sauce. Bring to a boil. Add ravioli, covering it with tomato mixture. If necessary carefully separate ravioli. Cook for 12 to 15 minutes or until sauce is of desired consistency and chicken is no longer pink, stirring frequently.
Chow time does SSM
He reviews one of SSM’s best. Have a chuckle.
If local detectives show up at your door and say your name came up in one of their investigations and they’d like you to come down to the station with them to talk about it, does that usually mean you’re a suspect?
About 15 years ago, a very expensive piece of equipment, ($30k market value at the time) was stolen from my place of employment. I was the one who discovered it missing and I was the one who called it in to our security office, who contacted the local police. I gave my statement to our in house security and the lead detective from the local law enforcement gave me his card and asked me to go down to the station to meet him and take an official statement on the coming Saturday (three days away at the time) at 8am.
I thought that was weird, but I agreed and was at the station at 7:45 am that Saturday. I checked in with the clerk who said the detective wasn’t in yet. I knew I was early so it wasn’t a big deal to wait. At 8:30 am, the detective walks out and acted surprised to see me. He then stated that he thought he told me 9 am. I showed him the business card he gave me and how I scribbled “Sat 8am” on the back of it. He gave the most insincere apology I ever heard and then told me he wasn’t ready for me yet and asked if I could wait 15 minutes and that he could have someone get me a coffee.
I agreed to wait and took the offer for the coffee. Half an hour later, he walks by and asked, “Did you not get your coffee?” and I said no, and he said, I’ll get right on that, I just need a few more minutes.” Half an hour after that, someone comes to get me and brings me to an interview room (still no coffee). Another 15 minutes later the detective show up with his partner.
They start asking me questions which I thought were peculiar. Then it hit me that I wasn’t just giving a statement, they were interviewing me as a person of interest. I am the first one every morning to open the location from which the equipment was taken. The surveillance video showed a team of 3 who knew exactly what they were doing and how to go about it. None of their faces were ever turned to the cameras and they knew exactly what they wanted, how to get it as quickly as possible and how to get it out of the building without being noticed.
The detectives thought that someone on the inside had provided the thieves with the intel they needed to get away with it, and I was suspect numero uno. Knowing what I know now, I would have immediately ceased talking to these detectives without a lawyer present. They grilled me for 4 more hours trying to break me into a confession of being an accomplice, which I was not.
It turns out that the thieves were a ring of professionals who spent a week scoping out the location to figure out how best to get their prize. The same individuals had hit 11 other institutions on the eastern coast of the US. It also turns out that the lead detective on the case who gave me such a hard time was also later convicted of stealing cash from the evidence room of his own station. Reading that headline made me smile because he was a huge jerk and it blew my mind that he even made detective in the first place, but it also made me sad for our justice system as a whole at the same time.
Also I never did get that coffee…
Which story in American history is hard to believe?
One story I’ve always found hard to believe is that of Lee Harvey Oswald having acted completely alone. People tend to forget that the guy defected to Soviet Russia for about a year. He renounced his citizenship, and worked for the Soviets for a while, who sent him to Minsk.
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Oswald went back to America because, as he wrote in his diary, he “found the work drab”. Soviet Russia was no fun. So he returned to America. How! How on earth did a US citizen defect to the Soviet Union and just… return. Like it’s no big deal. What the hell? He married a Russian wife, they have two daughters. Settle in America. Oswald, for the record, is a former marine. He’s an excellent marksman (finest in his unit) and for two years, he’s left completely undisturbed by US authorities despite having defected and worked for their enemies for a year. And, when he was just 24 years of age, he goes and — allegedly — kills President John F. Kennedy in Dallas, Texas.
It’s hard to believe an American citizen defected to the number one enemy of America in the middle of the Cold War, was allowed back to the United States without trouble, only to assassinate the president and get killed almost immediately after by a random citizen while in policy custody.
Valiant Thor: A UFO, the Pentagon and a 3-year Mission to Save the World
You guys all know that I was in MAJestic, and that was my “black role”. And you all also know that I had a “public” or “white role” where I worked in industry designing products and moving factories to China.
It was a tough role.
Not the “black” role, no.
The “white role”; the Public role was tough.
Sheech!
It was always hustle – hustle – hustle, then get a job. Then learn the tasks in a hyper-short window of time. Then implement the objectives, quickly, followed by being laid off. Always on a Friday. And usually right before a holiday.
I was a hire-and-discard engineer.
Now, you can handle perhaps 3 to 4 layoffs in a lifetime, I had what? 25, 30. Fucking Crazy.
Anyways, that pace, and the scope of the work, is not something that you forget. After some 40 years, it becomes who you are.
So, when it came to me being retired, I “hit the ground running” and prepped for my move to China. And those bozo’s in Arkansas and all the rest can accuse me of some fake narrative, but I had everything in hand. While I was in prison, I ate healthy, I exercised. I conducted my verbal affirmations, and I studied.
I got a certificate for Teaching English, and I learned Chinese.
I had an extraction plan and I was all ready to go.
However, there was one thing that I was forgetting. Oh, sure it lay there dormant in the back of my skull, but I was totally unprepared for the total lack of support when I got out.
My first ex-wife met me and helped me get some money out of the bank, and my sister put me up in a cheap hotel for two weeks, but that was it. I had no clothes. No money. No possessions and no help.
For me to do the offender registration, I had to hitchhike from the city bus stop, and then walk though a field to get to the local state police barracks.
Everything was closed to me, and I had to start from scratch. I mean, REALLY from ground zero.
I had to buy a pencil, and a cheap tablet of paper. Ah. Something like this…
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And then, using my wits, reconstitute my documents (all had been lost) and get a new passport and then apply for a visa and all the rest.
Now, the romantic in you might think that I was equipping myself sort of like this…
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But no. That’s just a fantasy.
I bought an army surplus backpack, and put the plain basics in it.
Maybe something a little like this…
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Now, this is not about all that.
That was just the background.
But one of the things that I had, and lost was my technical tools. Not only my computers, printers, files and all that, but my hard toolboxes full of tools. My complete electronics lab.
My micro fab facility, and all my bench tools.
All gone.
How many people want to buy a used signal generator, and a bunch of army surplus aircraft avionics? All gone.
Even though I pretty expected that everything would have been looted, I was surprised that there wasn’t ANYTHING left.
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Apparently, after my friends and family took and hauled away all the good stuff, everyone else came in like vultures and locusts and picked up everything that could be pawned off, or sold on e-bay. There was nothing left.
Sure. I talked about the loss of my art.
As well as my books.
But, I lost much more than all that.
And so, in this post, I will lament the loss of my prototype lab, my engineering study work area, and my tools relative to my profession. Not that anyone would hire me ever again for that role, but I don’t think that a lot of you MM followers have any idea that I was quite the “mad scientist” conjuring up all sorts of devices, and mechanisms and solutions.
People can steal everything you have. Destroy your reputation. Black list you, and make it difficult to live any kind of life, but they cannot take away your skill set.
And after I left the United States gulag, I was able to get reestablished, and was welcomed in a merit-driven world of engineers and people who actually appreciate knowledge, skills and abilities.
The Chinese.
And here is my ode to my old prototype workshop… Ah sure, Pictures of others of my ilk. But these pictures all resemble what my life used to be like.
Recently, the U.S. Congress discussed China’s deployment of “machine dogs carrying automatic rifles” and unanimously passed a proposal opposing this practice. The legislators’ reasoning was peculiar, citing that “dogs are man’s best friend.” However, this decision reflects a severe lag in U.S. lawmakers’ understanding of China’s advancements in military robotics technology.
In reality, China’s progress in the field of military robotics far exceeds the scope of machine dogs. Chinese-manufactured machine dogs have recently outperformed products from industry leader Boston Dynamics in competitions. More strikingly, Chinese machine dogs are priced at just 1/27.5th of their American counterparts. A U.S.-made machine dog costs about $74,500, while its Chinese equivalent is only $2,700. This means China could deploy 28 robots for the cost of one American machine dog.
However, machine dogs are just the beginning of China’s robotic technology advancements. China has already developed more sophisticated robots such as the “land spider” and “small land spider.” These devices surpass traditional machine dogs in stability, movement speed, and load-bearing capacity, while being cheaper and simpler to manufacture.
The “land spider” robot uses a six-wheeled spider-like configuration, offering high-speed all-terrain functionality. This design combines the stability and speed of wheeled vehicles with the flexibility of multi-legged robots, allowing it to operate efficiently in various complex terrains.
The “small land spider” is another significant breakthrough. This small self-destructing robot, loaded with high explosives, is designed for covert movement and urban warfare. Its small size, strong climbing ability, and high speed allow it to navigate complex urban environments nimbly, making it a potential game-changer weapon.
China’s innovation in robotics technology is not limited to imitation and improvement but includes original design and practical application. For example, they have developed a wheeled version of the robot dog, cleverly combining the advantages of both wheeled and legged robots.
These robots are not only technologically advanced, but more importantly, their low cost makes large-scale deployment possible. This cost advantage could radically change the face of future battlefields, making it feasible to replace human soldiers with robots in high-risk situations.
Surprisingly, despite China’s public demonstrations of these equipments in use and production of promotional videos with English subtitles, the U.S. Congress still seems to focus solely on machine dogs. This narrow focus reflects a serious misjudgment by U.S. policymakers regarding China’s military technological development.
The U.S. Congress’s reaction to machine dogs is both surprising and concerning. Their focus on the ethical issues of machine dogs while seemingly ignoring more advanced robotic systems indicates a significant cognitive gap. This lack of comprehensive understanding could lead to misguided policy decisions and inadequate responses to evolving military technologies.
Overall, China’s progress in the field of military robotics, both in terms of technological level and cost-effectiveness, represents a potential major shift in modern warfare. These robots not only possess powerful combat capabilities, but more importantly, their low cost makes large-scale deployment possible, which could reshape the landscape of future battlefields. Robot warfare is no longer a distant future scenario but is rapidly becoming a reality. The U.S. Congress’s response highlights the challenges in understanding and addressing this emerging technological trend.
Grilled Flank Steak with Chimichurri Sauce
Steak 1
Yield: 4 servings; approximately 2 cups chimichurri sauce
1/2 cup (1 ounce) chopped flat leaf Italian parsley
1/2 cup (1 ounce) chopped cilantro
1/2 onion (4 ounces), finely diced
3-4 cloves garlic, minced
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
1/2 cup red wine vinegar
2 teaspoons agave nectar or honey
1/2 cup olive oil
Instructions
In a food processor or blender combine parsley, cilantro, onion, garlic, oregano, red pepper and salt by pulsing to a finely chopped consistency.
Add vinegar and agave nectar. With processor running, add oil in a slow stream until well combined. Set aside half of sauce in an air-tight container and refrigerate. Put steak in a casserole pan, coat evenly with remaining chimichurri, cover with plastic wrap and marinate in the refrigerator at least four hours, or overnight for deeper flavor and tenderness.
Heat grill.
Remove steak from chimichurri marinade and wipe clean, discarding marinade. Grill steaks to desired doneness over medium high heat.
Allow to rest 5 minutes and serve, topping with reserved chimichurri sauce.
I’VE COME TOO FAR TO QUIT – Best Motivational Video
What is worse, jail, prison, or homeless?
I’ve been in 1 prison, 6 jails, and I was homeless for 2 years in Cleveland, Ohio.
They are all bad, but bad in different ways, so it depends on the person.
County jails are the most boring places I’ve ever encountered. Each time I was there, it was for an average of 75 days, and I tried to fill the time by reading anything I could find.
One time I only had access to the Bible and L. Ron Hubbard’s “Dianetics,” the blueprint for Scientology. I’d sit in on many games of spades or hearts, but that’s really about all there is to do.
And it’s loud.
I’m an introvert, so I value my personal quiet space, and I was in pods with as few as 6, and as many as 50 guys. I was in solitary for 3 days once, and my mind was beginning to go wonky by the end.
However, in all of the jails I’ve been in, I was in a climate controlled environment, and I was fed 3 meals per day, and I never feared for my safety.
Prison was more scary, but there are more things to do. I
was afraid a number of times, but never suffered any serious damage. I took some classes, and I had a job in the laundry, so time passed much more quickly in prison than in jail, and again, I had a roof, walls, and enough food that I never became weak with hunger.
When you’re in jail or prison, you think a lot about the lack of freedom, and what you’re going to do when you get out. You miss the sunshine, you miss the rain. You miss having normal conversations with family about boring, quotidian subjects.
You miss driving a car, and just walking aimlessly.
Being homeless, on the other hand, is the exact opposite of jail.
You have all the freedom anyone could ever ask for, but you never feel at ease.
u never feel safe, and your time is occupied by finding shelter, money, food, and drugs (the reason I was homeless.) April to mid-November isn’t too, too bad, but when the snow starts, you’re in trouble.
I stayed in a couple of abandoned houses, but there are times when you don’t have enough clothes and blankets, that you’d rather not eat for 3 or 4 days than to hustle on the streets to get money for food.
And in jail, there are people to talk to, but when you’re homeless, nobody even glances in your direction.
It’s a scary, lonely existence. So which is the worst out of the 3? It depends. If I weren’t a junkie when I was homeless, I probably could’ve gotten out of the city and stayed in the woods, in a more temperate climate, and I could find a way to survive, and maybe even found a certain amount of pleasure in living with absolute freedom, enjoying the sun and the stars, and a cool breeze on a summer day.
But when you’re a junkie, homelessness is the worst.
Yes, I’ve had to detox in county jails, and that sucks, but it eventually passes, and you’re left with too much time, and not enough activity to fill it, so I’d say that overall, jails are the worst
Stuck
What is the most interesting conversation you’ve had on a flight?
I once sat next to a commercial pilot who was going to work. So people like me go to their jobs on bus, motor bike, or car. But pilots take flights to their work. Isn’t that super cool? I am so jealous.
Anyway coming back to the story. We were chatting about our professional lives when the plane started to tremble, something that gets me scared. I brought my apprehension to his notice when he told me that this is the part that excites the pilot. Otherwise the flight would be really boring. To say that I was dumbfounded is an understatement. Well, he had an explanation.
“Flying a plane in a good weather is really easy, you can put the plane on autopilot and it will take you from point A to point B. It is during the bad weather that a pilot is responsible for keeping the flight safe.”
“Seriously”
“Could you wish for anything else except bad weather while flying? You know like more normal wishes. How about that next promotion, the big house or that fancy car you want?”
Even though I was being serious. He laughed it off.
Our conversation went ahead and I asked him about his most interesting client. He mentioned that he once flew a young wealthy guy.
“This dude came in wearing worn-out t-shirt and jeans. We were curious to know how he made the big money and asked him. To which he replied that he was a part of a start-up which took off reasonably well. After the flight we “Googled” him, only to find out he was a co-founder of “Google.””
I never expected anything exciting to happen to me in the small town of Pondview, East Carolina, but with my luck, it was inevitable. Well, I guess my luck isn’t all bad, considering I didn’t die. An adventure seemed like something anyone would want when they were bored, but this kind of adventure was something nobody wanted. July 4, 3020 was supposed to be a day to celebrate our country. Instead, it was being torn apart.The day had begun normally, with nothing interesting happening. And that was when it happened.Small, hard spheres fell from the sky, exploding on impact. Huge flame licked the sides of my house, and I ran outside. We hadn’t expected to be bombed, with the population being so small, only 1,203 people in the town, but apparently the military didn’t care how small we were. Their plan to eliminate all the people of the United States of America was slowly becoming a reality as the bombs continued to fall. We all ran in the direction of the one safe house constructed underground. I tripped on a piece of one of those ancient vessels, called a car, and noticed a large gash on my arm from the jagged metal.All around me, more bombs were falling. The military’s new scientists were creating bombs that immobilized every human in a one mile radius of the explosion. Thankfully, these were the older bombs, and they focused the explosions near metal. Not many of our houses were made of metal, so we only had a few houses to worry about.The symbol for the safe house, a heart with the word hope inside it, was spray painted on the wall. An arrow going through the heart pointed me in the direction to run. People merged together to run the final stretch toward the safe house.I estimated the distance left. 50 yards. 40 yards. 30 yards. 10 yards. An enormous black orb of death fell from the sky, going right next to me. I watched the bomb hit the ground, almost in slow motion, and fell to the ground four feet away as the bomb’s force shoved me to the ground. My ears were ringing as everyone ran over me, desperate to make it to the safe house before the next bomb fell. No such luck. Seconds later, another bomb landed almost directly on the safe house. I faded in and out of consciousness, the edges of my vision blurry.When I awoke, it felt as though a stampede had trampled me. Well, pretty much. I didn’t even want to think about how many people had trampled me, thinking I was dead. Or maybe they didn’t care in their rush to escape. I attempted to sit up, and was struck by a wave of dizziness. I laid back down, and looked around me.All around I saw the charred remains of the town all around me. Apparently, the military had used multiple types of their advanced bombs to destroy my town. Ashes and dust floated around, and I was completely covered in it.I carefully stood up, trying not to fall when my leg buckled beneath my weight. After a futile attempt at standing up again, I looked toward the safe house, trying to determine if it would be safe to go to it and take shelter. Half of a building obstructed my view. It was a miracle it had not fallen on me as I was laying there unconscious. I climbed over the rubble, and the safe house was gone. In its place was an expansive pit. The ‘safe house’ wasn’t actually safe.
We should have known. The government had built the safe houses, so obviously they knew where they were. They knew exactly where to bomb to destroy the most amount of people. This had all been a trap to kill my town. I spent the rest of the day walking around my town, searching for other survivors. I obviously knew the military jumped out of their planes to shoot survivors, but I still hoped someone might be alive.
Everywhere I went, nobody I found was still breathing. Everyone was dead. Not me though. I took this as a sign. I needed to do something important with my life, I needed to make a difference. But first, I had to find someone else that had survived the bombing. I heard a sound behind me, and turned to sprint behind a building. I saw a person I was unfamiliar with, clothed completely in black.
The stranger called out to me, saying, “We will not hurt you. We have come to search for survivors. We are not working from the government. Could you please come out?”
I climbed as the person spoke, quickly scaling the crumbling building in front of me. I was in a position where I could see the person but the person could not see me. At the top of the building another figure crouched, also clothed in black. This person appeared to be wielding one of the older gun models, perfectly enough. The older guns were longer than the newer versions, and they didn’t shoot as far.
This one’s back was to the chimney, and I silently crept behind the chimney. I used a long ball of strong string to tie two pieces to the chimney. I would need to make a distraction. I threw a rock onto the next building over, and just as planned, the person turned to look at the building. I quickly tied one end of the nearly invisible string to the butt of the person’s gun. The person every so slightly heard me, and swung their head the other way. I tied the other sting to the barrel of the gun, and slipped behind the chimney. Everything flowed smoothly, following the plan almost exactly.
The process was repeated for the two remaining figures positioned around, and at long last I climbed the final building. The figure removed their mask, and I gasped. I’m almost positive it was heard. My brother, who had been presumed to be dead, was now with these random people. I did this one a bit sloppier so I didn’t injure him too harshly. I got into position where the sound would echo and finally answered his question.
“Prove you’re not working for the government, or all of you will be lucky to be alive. And I refuse to leave my spot.”
I ran to another pile of rubble, and hid behind a cement block, the string trailing behind me.
“We have no proof. I am alone, and I will talk to you before violence needs to be used. Come to me, alone, and we can negotiate.”
Obviously, he didn’t realize I’d already found the three snipers hiding on the roofs of the nearby houses. I yanked the string, and all three snipers’ heads were smacked against the walls behind them. They were instantly knocked unconscious, and I slowly walked toward the human in front of me.
“Yes?” I said. He looked properly terrified, and I loved it.
“They were not supposed to be here, and for that I apologize. I didn’t mean for any of this to lead to violence and death.”
“First of all, they’re only unconscious. Second of all, I asked if you had proof, and you started your sentence with ‘we’. Who are you? All of you? Tell the truth, or the worst injury around here won’t be someone unconscious.”
“We’re the survivors of the city bombings.” As he spoke I noticed a few more details leading me to believe he is male. His stance, for one as well as his voice were dead giveaways to his gender. He continued, “All four of us found each other after our cities were blown up. First, my city. Next, was Charlotte’s city. The next city was more of a town, and it was where John had lived. The most recent one, Laine’s, was beside your town. We’re searching here for survivors, and we stumbled upon you, knocking us unconscious.”
“Okay.”
“Okay what?”
“Okay, I believe you. Have you learned anything about all of this?”
“The military leaves a person of twenty years or younger alive after each bombing, alternating genders. We aren’t sure why, but it’s happening. This area was already searched for anything useful, and you’d be surprised at how much food didn’t explode. We have to start moving immediately to the next city. Are you coming with us or not? If you don’t you’ll probably die, and if I’m being honest, if you come with us you’ll probably die, it will just be longer before you do die. Your choice. Go with us or stay here?”
Why do some people call China’s overseas infrastructure projects “colonialism”? Is it because they can only project their own country’s history onto China?
Colonialism is defined as “control by a power over a dependent area or people.” It occurs when one nation subjugates another, conquering its population and exploiting it, often while forcing its own language and cultural values upon its people.
I’ve seen a number of Chinese infrastructure projects in places such as Zambia, Cambodia and Indonesia, and it sure doesn’t fit the definition above. At worst, I heard locals grumble that the work was being done by imported Chinese labor (exploitation of Chinese workers… hmm is that reverse colonialism?).
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New international airport in Phnom Penh being built by Chinese interests
People who call China’s projects “colonialism” either (1) don’t understand the meaning of the word but use it because it sounds suitably disturbing, or (2) DO understand what colonialism is but deliberately misapply it because it makes China sound scary and bad.
Moreover, colonialism is a highly charged word, so it might make people in countries who were previously colonized react negatively to China’s investment projects.
It’s the same reason why the US and other western countries accuse China of debt trap diplomacy. It’s a highly emotive attempt to turn public opinion against China — even though most Western institutions today state that China is doing no such thing.
Unfortunately, the narrative does work on the credulous. For instance, in countries such as Sri Lanka and Malaysia, the debt trap myth led to negative reactions and pushback from citizens in both countries.
Because who wants to be colonized by or in debt to the nasty Chinese?
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What type of soldier do other soldiers dislike?
Thieves – From day one in basic training, we were told to keep our belongings (both personal and military) properly secured. “Don’t tempt thieves” was the line provided. If you are found – or even suspected of – stealing from your fellow soldiers, expect a very thorough (and well-deserved) kicking. You’ll also lose any prayer of being trusted in future.
The lazy – There are shirkers, jerkers and workers. Shirkers avoid all work, jerkers only work when they’re being watched and workers pitch in and ensure that they do at least their fair share of the work. When I was an NCO, hell awaited if I thought you were lacking in the proper motivation to do your job.
Those who lacked good hygiene – In the Army, you share very limited personal space with many others. This requires making sure that a lack of personal hygiene standards wasn’t going to cause illness to others. If you were a “gumper”, you could possibly expect a (very illegal) “regimental bath”, where you’d be dumped in a bathtub full of floor cleaner and scrubbed with a yard broom until you’d learned your lesson.
The W.I.M.P.s (Whining Incompetent Malingering Person) – These are the ones who are always complaining that they’re too sick or unable to do things, yet somehow manage to be first in the line to eat, and can be seen scoffing chips and beer. I’ve seen some “soldiers” who spent more time on sick parade than they did any form of military work.
Officers who can’t read maps/perform drill correctly/lead/plan ahead – Actually, there were lots and lots of them. I’m just joking…
… but only just.
Why would a doctor tell an EMT to “call it” at a fatal car accident if the victim still had a pulse?
I once responded to a cold water drowning. Cold, as in his car had gone through the ice covering the lake he and 3 of his buddies were driving on in February cold. 4 went through the ice. 3 made it back to the surface.
It took the sheriff’s office dive team about 40 minutes to respond and get suited up. The diver went into the water using the hole the car had made, flipped over and began his search. It didn’t appear that he even got his flippers wet when he flipped back and said, “I’ve got him.”
We took the victim off the ice and ran to the ambulance. I started looking for an IV site to begin advanced life support while the fire department continued CPR. Then our medical direction at the University of Michigan Hospital told us to stop resuscitation efforts.
Say the hell, WHAT?!?
“It is the considered opinion here that your patient has no chance of surviving. Cease all ACLS, now.”
When you work rescue in climates such as are found in Michigan winters you pretty much adhere to the old adage, “You’re not dead until you’re warm and dead.” There are several documented cases of successful resuscitations of drowning victims who had been submerged in cold water for as long as 64 minutes. We were well within that time, and I got a little heated when I radioed back to the doc at the U of M.
I later found out that the doctor giving us direction was working his second shift as a resident in the ER, and had no practical knowledge of modern pre-hospital medicine.
But orders are orders, so we headed for the local community hospital on the west side of the county to have their ER doc officially pronounce the kid dead. That’s when the family arrived. The mother made a bee-line for my ambulance.
“Did you treat my son?”, she asked with a trembling voice. “Yes ma’am, I did.”
“How is he? … Is he still alive??” The doc had not officially pronounced death, but I didn’t want to lie to her. “Ma’am, I’m sure the doctor will let you know his condition as soon as he can. I really can’t say more than that.” That last sentence told her everything she needed to know.
“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Her face was pleading with me to tell her the truth.
By this time my own tears had betrayed me, and I managed to squeak out, “Ma’am, I’m so very sorry. Yes, your son is dead.”
She saw how upset I was, and this kind mother laid her hand on my arm. “Thank you for telling me. I know that must have been terribly hard for you.” Then she drove in the nail that will forever remain in my heart.
“I know you did everything possible to save my son.”
No, ma’am. I didn’t. Some peckerwood who had no business giving me medical direction told me not to. Of course, I didn’t verbalize my thoughts. It wouldn’t have helped anyway. And if a mother can get some kind of solace believing everything possible was done to save her critically injured son, then it would have been malpractice to correct her.
This incident took place 35 years ago last February at a frozen lake near Chelsea, Michigan. And the tears are flowing again as I write this Quora answer.
Why doesn’t India strengthen economic and political ties with Mongolia and the Philippines to encircle China the way China is doing with Pakistan, SL, etc.?
With What????
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$45 Billion of Infrastructure Loans
Free Trade for 36 Items
Over 2000 Students a year educated at Chinese expense
Over 100,000 Tourists from China a year
5.76 Million Doses of Vaccines
Thats what Mongolia gets from China
What can India offer?
A Grinning Photo of Modiji in his beard or Jaishankar in his suit promising some nonsense???
How much Mongolian Oan (Sheep Liver) does India consume? How many Skazhi Hides? How much Cashmere?
The Answer is Near Zero
China imports 85% of mongolian products
So what Economic ties????
Same with Phillipines
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The Love Hate relationship wavers between US and China and not India
India has zilch to offer.
China has 125000 maids and Domestics from Phillipines
China Trade with Phillipines is Vitak
China has provided economic assistance
What can India offer except talk?
Modi can say “In 2025 we will…”
Xi will cut a Cheque today , or Biden will
The “We are a Democracy” wont work anymore. Nobody gives a damn.
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How do you tell a family that they need to clean their house better?
My beloved husband died after a sudden illness. He was in Intensive Care for three weeks, in the coldest part of the winter here in Ottawa His two brothers came for part of the time but could not stay all the time. I spent all day with him at the hospital and came home to as many as 10 phone messages from his grief stricken family scattered around the world. As well as feeding his brothers and managing the house. This was in 1995 – pre e mail. My own family was minimally supportive. When he died I had a group over at my house after the funeral, my husband’s 2 brothers were also staying with me. They had to fly in from the US I managed funeral arrangements and all the sad details of death by myself. My van was stolen out of my driveway at night and the pipes froze and burst in a vacant rental property owned by my husband during this 3 week period. I was so exhausted and overwhelmed that I could hardly think straight. I wrote down everything I had to do and crossed off my list that which was done
My brother and his wife drove from Toronto for the funeral and stayed at a hotel The following summer I was so lonely. I asked for family to visit. My sister in law said she would not come to stay because when she had come for the funeral my basement had been untidy and she thought she could smell mold. This was the end of February in Ottawa. I told my brother that if he had really cared they would have been helping me clean during this awful time, not looking for opportunities to score points
That was when I realized that I could never expect any understanding ot support from my family EVER I have never asked for anything from them since. I am a very different person now because of this experience
I wrote this several years ago, but it keeps coming up and has so many comments.
So it’s time for a sequel.. I kept contact with my family, expecting nothing from them, and did not make a fuss about the situation described above. I pulled my life together, myself, made a career, adopted a child, renovated my home, travelled. Lots of things have happened –
My brother had a disabling brain bleed about 10 years ago and had to retire; my mother died I kept working until 4 years ago, while raising my little girl. Life progressed. I kept visiting them on a regular basis even through the pandemic They have not visited me.
Last spring, my sister in law died. She had been complaining about a bad back, – turned out it was 4th stage bowel cancer. So I went to visit my brother who is living on his own, even though he now has mobility issues and needs a wheelchair to manage. It turns out that my sister in law had been totally controlling of him, resisting socializing and telling everyone he was too disabled to function in the world. She had the entire basement stuffed with stuff. I mean STUFFED. She was a hoarder. There was like an alleyway between floor to ceiling rows of stuff in the large family room down there. She was a crafter and literally had a room full of wool and fabric and all kinds of things. My brother had one small room which he fitted up as a library with his books, computer and tv, and where he spent the majority of his time. They were barely speaking to each other, and then not in a civil fashion, by the end of the pandemic. The family is still trying to get rid of all her stuff, and my brother is much happier and more friendly now. He is functioning like a different person. They lived together hating each other for so many years —-
I am so glad that I sucked it up and carried on, and did not give in to bitterness and revenge. Think of these people wasting so much precious life in trying to prove who was —- whatever, and forgetting to live. And there is so much irony in her complaints about my home, while she was hoarding stuff in her own.
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Have you ever had such a close call it makes your skin shiver everytime you think about it? If so, what happened?
Yes I have a few but this one always hits me hard
I was hit by a car on my bicycle on a hwy26 in Indiana and left in the ditch to die. I was riding 44miles and about 20 miles into the trek I heard nothing as I was struck. The driver stopped about half a block away. I couldn’t move my left leg so I thought my phone should signal them to help. I raised my phone and waved it then they left.
About 10 cars passed my and nobody stopped. I was still in shock and wasn’t thinking clearly. Finally I thought wait I can call 911. After I called a nice lady stopped and I said help is on the way.
Half hour later they arrived with a ambulance and a cop. They talked to me and the cop left to search for the driver. I was strapped on a stretcher. My shoe was a half block away from the crash and my water bottle too. My back tire was completely turned into a V … I was taken to emergency room and released 4 hours later . I had whiplash and internal bleeding, some stitches, and shot with pain killer, and a booster. I had to leave straight to court, still in my hospital scubs because they cut my clothes off.
The judge was shocked and said you definitely dressed the part, and I was helped out to the car to return home.
The next day is when the whiplash set in. I recovered very painfully at home and it took 4years. I still have neck crepitus and am on Meloxicam 15mg.
If it was a truck I’d been torn apart and dead. I relive it everyday.
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USA asked China to share the lunar soil collected by Chang’e-6 in 2024. Interesting. Has USA not collected 380 kg of lunar soil from 1969-72? Why ask China for more? USA has 380 kg; China only 2 kg.
Originally Answered: USA asked China to share the lunar soil collected by Chang'e-6 in 2024. Interesting. Has USA not collected 300 kg of lunar soil from 1969-72? Why ask China for more? USA has 300 kg; China only 12 kg.
China is NOT going to share lunar soil with USA because … in 2011, USA has passed the Wolf Amendment which forbids USA-China space collaboration.
Before 2011, USA already made up many excuses to block Chinese scientists from attending academic space exchange eg not issuing a visa.
Hence, China must not share with USA. Otherwise China will break US law & be arrested or sanctioned. Haha.
CNN “scolded” China for not sharing. USA also complained that China did not invite USA to do joint research. These Americans conveniently forgot the Wolf Amendment.
Before, USA did share its lunar soil with the world incl China.
Out of 380kg of lunar soil, USA gave China 1g only ie proportionally close to 0 of total. Netherlands got a “lunar rock”.
If not because of the US law, China should give USA the same proportion. To be FAIR.
US lunar soil & rock
France has lunar soil from both USA & Chang’e-5 (5 & not 6). France said the soil from the 2 countries are not the same. (note Chang’e-5 landed on the front of moon. Chang’e-6, the back)
China said all compounds from US lunar soil can be found on Earth.
Netherlands said the lunar rock it got from USA is a fossil found on Earth.
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What was the stupidest thing someone has called the police on you for?
My wife and I stayed in a small mobile home park with 2 of our children. We did not realize, (until after we had already moved in and settled down), that this particular park did not like bi racial relationships. I walked to the office to pay my rent,(as always), when the land lord gave me a look, of confusion and discust. As I handed her the rent envelope she said, there’s a… “there’s somebody in your yard”. I replied ,”yes mam! That’s my wife.. and our children!. She proceeded to say,” she a….well how do I say this without getting in trouble. You’re not going to be having any parties with people from Peoria are you?” And she said, “ you can’t be having any drug parties over here!
Then the police started showing up out of the blue for no reason normally. One night they showed up and said they receive a call for gunshots. I said ,” office I have children here and there are no weapons in this home, you can come check! “ the officer said that he could hear the game I was playing so he kindof thought it was a bad call, but that he still had to come and check it out anyway. Couple hours later the police knock on the door again, for people fighting. I assured the office that there was no fight and that who ever was calling on us was living for some reason it seemed like somebody had it out for us, and we were the nicest people around, the only one who helped everyone and treated everyone with respect, as a human being.
How to become a rich man after being stuck in prison for seven long, excruciating years.
As Peter blankly sat on his bed inside of his incommodious five-foot-by-five-foot maximum security jail cell, complete with sparking electric fences and menacing guards surrounding the whole cell, he began to throw random objects at the electric fence, watching them slowly burst into miniscule flames and leave trails of smoke until finally fizzling out.
Out of boredom and an act of defiance against the orders of guards and the king, Peter repeatedly threw objects at this evil faced encasement meant to entrap him: Mice, rocks, scraps of food. Anything he could find to slowly pass his time in jail.
He yelled out to the guards, “Someday I will be out of this jail and you’ll be under my control and power instead of the other way around.”
But, every day, the guards kept their stance and tolerated Peter’s hopeless cries of defiance, annoyance and boredom. Little did Peter know, he would be free and rich sooner than he had expected and meant in his words.
Suddenly, he heard the echoing stomping of their studded metal boots of the kings’ royal guards march down into his quarters, the filthiest area where all the worst criminals were kept in the farthest, darkest corner seventy-five yards away from all other civilians. Countless criminals resided there after committing gregious crimes such as arson, murder, and robberies, all sinking into their own endless pool of shame, regret, and dismay.
Peter felt surprised by this, knowing that the kings’ royal guard thought very highly of themselves and would never draw near to the presence of grimy delinquents and be subject to their shame and indignity, afraid that their guilt would impinge on their own pride and self-respect.
Suddenly interested, Peter avidly sat up and heard the turn of the lock to his cell click open, something that he had not heard for seven long and excruciating years. Seven long years of guilt, shame and contrition due to his wrongdoings. He had been twenty years old then. Young and foolish, he had everything he could ever want: a good family, abundant money, and all the latest tech. But, Peter still wanted more and more.
So, he decided to rob people of money, murder people he got into the slightest arguments with, and finally his biggest misshap– trying to steal the Makepiece Diamond of Zirca, which was one of the most valuable diamonds in all of the galaxies. Peter had planned everything to go according to his potentially flawless plan. He had infiltrated the king’s palace and the treasury where the diamond was kept. Just as his hand was about to snatch the glittering, clean-cut Makepiece diamond, he smelled a foul gas in the air, and he realized he had set off a tripwire that released knockout gas. The guards had come rushing in, stomping and frantically pouring into the small room and brought young Peter to the filthy catacombs where he still inhabited seven years later:
“Halt. You are officially under arrest by the kingdom of Zirca. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do may be used as evidence against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney and you have a right to consult an attorney before being questioned and to have an attorney present. If you can’t afford an attorney, which evidently you can, one will be appointed to you.”
Seven years later in his jail cell, startled, Peter’s mind began swarming with millions of hypothetical reasons and questions. Is this a chance to freedom? Am I being sentenced to death? Why am I being summoned?
The royal guards with crisp white uniforms etched with their rankings: general, commander, agent, or so on, each with matching badges that signified they were of the highest class of military personal and pins. Gold trimmings neatly marched along the neckline and cuffs, stitched so perfectly they seemed to be pressed into the uniform. The proud guards spat at Peter and gruffly shouted, “Get up, you purple haired buffoon. The king wishes to see you, though we don’t know why he would want to see a dirty, ragged, wrongdoer like you. Now get up, and don’t make us ask twice.”
Peter quietly stood in confusion, curiosity, and bewilderment, and let the guards drag him to his death–or freedom.
Slowly lumbering up the moss covered stairs, feeling the stares of equally infamous criminals as himself, glancing at sparks flying off of many other electrical fences, new criminals with snarling faces thrashing in the guards arms.
Peter felt the guilt he had controlled and held in the jail of his own heart for seven long years come to light as he walked the walk of his own shame to the king’s court.
After what seemed like an eternity, or more precisely, 458 feet, 30 flights of stairs, and more than a hundred jail cells like his own, he finally saw the dazzling lights of thousands of crystal chandeliers, servants serving the king to all his miniscule whims, mellifluous music floating through the air from a grand harp, and finally the throne itself.
Peter started muttering to the guards that clenched his arms so tightly.
The king’s throne was a magnificent piece of work and the centerpiece of the throne room. Dripping with jewels such as clear-cut diamonds, forest-green jades, ocean-blue sapphires, dazzling sea-green emeralds, deep violet amethysts, ice-blue topaz, and fire-red rubies, it reflected a thousand rays of light, while being placed in pure gold.
Peter gaped in awe to the regal king that comfortably rested aloft the magnificent golden throne and meekly bowed out of his own humility and respect. The king, although aged and ancient-looking, he had an extremely wise mindset, and made decisions for the best of his planet. He had a great, wispy white beard, flowing robes of shimmering gold, and a grand crown on his head.
The tension of silence between the king and Peter at that moment became stifling. All servants, jesters, and guards sensed the palpable tension between the rotten criminal Peter and the royal, regal, wise King of Zirca. As the silence started to become almost unbearable, and static sounding, the king’s booming voice finally rang out.
Suddenly hearing the king’s echoing voice, Peter quickly glanced up at him. The king spoke to Peter and announced, “Peter, son of Circa. You have murdered countless families, looted many of my finest ships, and have attempted to steal the Makepeace Diamond of Zirca. For this, you have had been sentenced to life in prison. But, unfortunately, our planet is dying. Our Fire of Hestia has been stolen by the people of Titan. I am recruiting you to retrieve it for your freedom or death. Now, young Peter, what is your response?”
Hearing the name of “Fire of Hestia,” Peter’s mind clicked, and he finally realized why he had been brought up from the catacombs, left to rot, but instead given a chance of freedom. The Fire of Hestia was a relic from when the whole universe had been created. It powered all life on a planet, and without it, a planet could rot and die away slowly. Peter looked out the king’s grand windows, and saw that the whole landscape had changed since he had been exiled into prison. It looked dark, gloomy, and somber. Before, it had bursting with life: Foliage everywhere, children laughing, picnics taking place everywhere. But now that the Fire of Hestia had been stolen by the Titanians, the planet of Zirca was dying.
True, there were other relics across the universe that powered other planets, but the Fire of Hestia was special. It was the only relic powerful enough to give life to such a gargantuan planet such as Zirca and the people of Zirca the comfort and pleasure it needed.
Peter silently debated in his mind of the decision he should make. Shall I go after The Fire of Hestia in this quest? Should I spend the rest of my life rotting away in my shame and mildew? His hands became clammy, and his throat suddenly felt parched. But, Peter knew what he had to do to save his home planet and all those inhabiting it.
Peter responded in an equally regal voice, knowing that he had been chosen for one of the most difficult and important quests in all of robbery history. Despite the fact that he felt weary, bone thin, hunched over, had matted hair, ragged clothing, smelled of the sewers, and a single shoe he boldly said, “My king, I am honored for this opportunity and I am willing to accept. But, only with added compensation. I would like 100 bars of pure gold, new clothes, new shoes, and a new spaceship to get to Titan. You must give me my demands, otherwise I shall not perform any services for you.”
The king replied after some thought, “Although that is quite a handful of treasures that you demand to have in exchange for your service, the planet needs you. I realize there is no other thief as clever and stealthy as you. I shall supply your extraordinary demands in return for the Fire.”
Peter conclusively announced, “Then I shall accept this quest and go out to find this Fire of Hestia.”
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Have you ever accidentally found out that you were about to be fired?
In 1979 I was hired to manage a new branch of a trust company. The branch opened in June and was not expected to be profitable for three years. With some good fortune I was able to make a profit in the first year and every year after. The company opened two other branches the following year and asked me to train the new staff which I did. Those branches had turn over and failed to ever be profitable.
in 1988 the firm merged with another firm and all managers were invited to bring their spouses to a big meeting with the new management at a large resort in Arizona. While there the spouses were invited to a special meeting with management to outline how great the nee merged firm was going to be. After that meeting my wife told me I needed to look for a new job. She felt the new management were crooked. I didn’t agree
in January 1989 my immediate supervisor phoned to say he was being dismissed and I needed to watch myself.
in March the replacement for my supervisor decided he wanted to come for a visit to discuss the goals for the new year. He also wanted to meet my local advisory board. The board meeting was held and we sat down to (I thought) goals. He presented me with a letter saying I was being let go. He mumbled his way through an explanation. I asked if the managers of the other two offices were being let go. He said know.
my next statement was “ So my branch has made money for 10 years and those branches have lost money for 9 years. I suppose the problem is that I didn’t realize the objective was to lose money”
He denied that was the issue but did say they thought my pay was too high. They had to pay me severance for 10 months.
I had a new job in 6 weeks and after 18 months I was making twice as much. 6 months after the the trust company went out of business due to losses bi guess the objective was to lose money
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Why can’t China make a good ballpoint pen?
The whole saga about how China has only just “discovered” how to make ballpoint pens is a highly instructive lesson in how the media is capable of shaping public opinion of an issue while missing the point entirely.
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In early 2018, TISCO, a Chinese steel and mining conglomerate, announced with much fanfare that they are now able to manufacture high quality ballpoint pen tips, meaning that Chinese pen manufacturers will for the first time be able to produce high-quality ballpoint pens without a single imported input. Western media outlets were quick to latch on to the story and a raft of headlines such as these popped up:
The headlines and articles therein convey the message that Chinese manufacturers were unable to produce a decent ballpoint pen because they either lacked the knowhow, the innovative drive, and/or the IP protection framework required to spur innovation, thus requiring a 5 year state-led initiative to cut through the chaff. Some of these articles also contain misleading information about how the Chinese have to import stainless steel tips from Japan and Switzerland, when the Chinese are in fact the world’s largest manufacturers of said stainless steel tips.
This slew of misinformation and biased reviews led some commentators such as these: China’s Ballpoint Pen Victory – Or Why American Wages Are Higher Than Chinese, to speculate that the Chinese inability to produce a simple pen is symptomatic of the larger reason why American workers are worth more, and also why a barber in Illinois is paid more per haircut than a Chinese barber in Peking (sic), while skirting the fact that neither the US nor any other country besides the Swiss and the Japanese currently possess the ability to produce ballpoint pen tips of a similar quality.
Here’s what all of these writers are missing about these newfangled ballpoint pen tips:
Not only are the tips made with the utmost precision, the balls are made of tungsten carbide.
Tungsten carbide is a very useful material that is not only used in a wide variety of commercial applications such as ballpoint pens, jewelry, and cutting tools, but also industries of critical national importance such as nuclear reactors and armor piercing ammunition.
Since the early 2000s, the PRC government has identified tungsten carbide as a vital component of its national security infrastructure, and has invested huge sums both internationally to secure its sources of supply, and domestically to build its ability to utilize said supply.
The ballpoint pen tip is merely a commercial application for the material that requires extreme precision at all stages of the manufacturing process and supply chain. As such, if you’re able to produce a high quality tungsten carbide ballpoint pen tip, it goes to follow that you will be able to produce anything with tungsten carbide. And yes, that includes armor-piercing weaponry and ball bearings for advanced weapon systems.
That’s why the PRC government has spent 5 years and large sums of money on developing a product for an inconsequential niche market. To the PRC, it’s not about producing a ballpoint pen. It’s about reaching technological parity and independence in an area of vital national interest.
Pull (as a woman)
What was the best revenge you’ve ever gotten?
I was 17 and my best friend, who is now my ex-best friend, posted a video (an embarresing video) of me on the school blog. And I got extremely mad at her.
I couldn’t do anything too bad because my parents were friends with her parents and I could possibly get grounded. I absolutely despise getting grounded, like any other normal teen
Anyway, I finally had an idea, it was pretty harmless yet extremely effective. I put a package filled with glitter and stuffed it inside her car because she had given me the keys just the day before.
She was and still is a very proud and arrogant person. Meaning that she always thought that she was in charge of the fucking world (when she isn’t and I hope to god never will be)
She opened the package and out popped glitter, spreading all over her face and her entire car. The prank was absolutely harmless, but it was horribly hard to get the glitter out of your hair.
She came up to me in the hallway and confronted me. I told her that I didn’t do anything and she started to punch me. I was about to punch back, but then I saw the principal staring at us and decided not to do anything and let her punch me.
Just before she was about to give me a bloody nose or something the principal came in and started scolding her and telling her that violence was wrong and is NEVER justified.
By now the bell had rung, but everyone was still outside, eager to see what was going to happen. The principal not only humiliated her in front of everyone, but she also got a 1 week suspension.
After the end of this I was very proud of myself and continued on with my normal life. She didn’t talk to me and I didn’t talk to her.
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What is the weirdest excuse someone ever gave you?
One of my employees had missed an important meeting on Friday, and I needed an explanation.
“Why weren’t you at the meeting on Friday?” I asked, trying to keep my tone professional but firm.
He looked at me, a serious expression on his face. “I’m really sorry, boss. I was abducted by aliens.”
I blinked, not sure if I had heard him correctly. “Come again?”
He nodded earnestly. “I know it sounds crazy, but I was walking to my car, and suddenly, this bright light appeared. Next thing I know, I’m on this spaceship surrounded by little green men. They were curious about Earth and kept asking me questions. I tried to tell them I had a meeting, but they wouldn’t let me leave until they were done.”
I stared at him, trying to gauge if he was pulling my leg. But he looked completely sincere. “And… they just let you go after that?”
“Yeah, they dropped me off late Friday night. I didn’t think anyone would believe me, so I didn’t say anything,” he explained, his eyes wide with what I could only describe as genuine bewilderment.
I took a deep breath, wondering how to handle this. “Alright. Let’s just focus on getting back to work and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
He nodded, relieved. As he walked away, I shook my head, still processing the bizarre excuse. I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth, had an overactive imagination, or just didn’t want to admit to a more mundane reason for missing the meeting. Either way, it was the weirdest excuse I had ever received, and one I doubted I would ever hear again.
Huawei exec rejects idea that advanced chip shortage will hamper China’s AI ambitions
By Reuters
BEIJING, July 4 (Reuters) – A senior executive at Chinese technology giant Huawei (HWT.UL) on Thursday dismissed the idea that a shortage of the most advanced artificial intelligence chips will hinder the country’s aim to be a leader in AI, but said innovation is needed to address the issue.
The comments by Zhang Ping’an, CEO of Huawei Cloud, comes amid tighter U.S. restrictions on advanced AI chip shipments to China including a ban on sales there by companies such as U.S. giant Nvidia (NVDA.O).
“Nobody will deny that we are facing limited computing power in China… But we cannot rely solely on having the AI chips with the advanced manufacturing process nodes as the ultimate foundation for AI infrastructure,” Zhang told a forum at the World AI Conference in Shanghai, a three-day event that kicked off on Thursday.
“If we believe that not having the most advanced AI chips means we will be unable to lead in AI, then we need to abandon this viewpoint,” Zhang said.
Huawei, which has been placed on the U.S. Entity List barring it from purchasing advanced chips from U.S. companies, has developed its own AI chip product called Ascend, which is now used by many companies in China to train AI models.
However, the Ascend AI chip, along with many others from Chinese companies, is considered to be significantly inferior in terms of computing power compared to the offerings from Nvidia.
Zhang called for innovative approaches that place more focus on the cloud, which he said can help to compensate for the lack of advanced AI chips through innovation in computing architecture.
He also said that a converged approach is needed to combine cloud, edge, and networks in ways that can be used to reduce energy consumption and improve overall efficiency. Zhang touted Huawei Cloud as being among the leaders in providing such innovative solutions.
He Got Up And Left Her & She INSTANTLY Regrets It!
In a nonmetal pan marinate meat for at least 3 hours, turning several times and basting with mixture.
Cook on grill over hot coals 10 minutes on each side for medium-rare meat. For medium to well-done meat, cook 2 to 3 minutes longer per side.
Notes
If preferred, meat can be smoked for 1 to 2 hours instead of grilling.
Have you ever accidentally found out that you were about to be fired?
Not me, my husband. He was the practice manager for a group of doctors. In one year he had made sufficient efficiencies to double the income of each doctor, he had worked tirelessly, they had even requested him to go into work when our own doctor had signed him off with epididymitis and he had, although I had to drive him there. A doctor in a single doctor practice in a nearby town who wanted to retire was looking to find alternative care for his patients and my husband facilitated this, ensuring continuity of care for the patients, continued employment for the staff and yet more income for the doctors. The practice manager from the other practice was made deputy practice manager and they worked together well, taking it in turns to do the late finish which meant a slightly later start. One morning my husband was on late start and when he went into his office the book which contained the P45s was out and he noticed that one was missing. For those who are not in the UK a P45 is a form which staff get when they leave a job, it is given to a new employer to prove the employee’s tax position. He had been using it the day before as a staff member was leaving, he was therefore aware of the number of the next form in the book and this was how he knew there was one missing. He instinctively knew what it meant – the partners had decided that they didn’t “need two practice managers” and as the manager his salary was higher than the deputy manager’s so he knew he was the one they would get rid of. Despite all of the improvements and savings he had made and the way he had increased their personal incomes, he was escorted from the building before lunchtime.
There was a certain quiet satisfaction in hearing that the deputy manager had been unable to cope and walked out within a couple of months.
How did Eddie O’Hare – a business partner with Al Capone – contribute to the US WW2 effort?
Edward Joseph O’Hare (a.k.a. “Easy” Eddie, a.k.a. “Artful” Eddie) was a wealthy Chicago defense lawyer, renowned for finding legal loopholes through which many of his criminal clients would walk and escape justice.
In 1923, O’Hare himself was indicted for illegal booze racketeering, but he won his own case on appeal.
Al Capone, one of O’Hare’s legal clients, went into business with O’Hare, with Eddie running Capone’s dog racing sideline. This came about because O’Hare had somehow obtained the patent on the mechanical rabbit, and was able to “fix” the races. The rigged dog races would make a ton of money for both Capone and O’Hare.
By 1930, Eddie O’Hare was on top of the world – he had fabulous wealth, he had fame, he had power, and he had the backing of Al Capone.
But out of the blue, in 1930, O’Hare decided to “go straight”, and told Federal agents what was going on in Capone’s criminal empire. He told them everything: about the organization’s structure, the tax books, the bribes, the fixes, he gave names – the works. O’Hare did all this because he wanted a better life for his son. It’s not known what deal Eddie made with the Federal Government (possibly admittance to USNA?), but it’s certain that he didn’t want his son to be associated with the slime of the criminal underworld. In no small part, based on O’Hare’s testimony, Capone would be found guilty of income tax evasion in 1931, and sentenced to 11 years in a federal penitentiary.
Ratting on Al Capone was tantamount to committing suicide, and “Easy” Eddie met his death in 1939 – one week before Capone was released from Alcatraz – a victim of blasts from several shotguns while he was driving his car:
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Edward J. O’Hare pictured slumped at the wheel of his car after he was shot to death in 1939.
Although he started cleaning up the family name, Eddie never lived to see what would become of his son, but Edward Henry O’Hare (a.k.a. “Butch”) made sure the O’Hare name would become respectable.
You see, after graduating from a military high school, Butch O’Hare would enter the United States Naval Academy (USNA) in 1933, and graduate in 1937, becoming a navy pilot.
On February 20, 1942, Butch O’Hare became the Navy’s first fighter ace of World War II when he single-handedly attacked a formation of nine medium bombers approaching his aircraft carrier Lexington. Even though he had a limited amount of ammunition, O’Hare shot down five enemy bombers and became the first naval aviator recipient of the Medal of Honor of the war.
O’Hare’s final action took place on the night of November 26, 1943, while he was leading the U.S. Navy’s first-ever nighttime fighter attack launched from an aircraft carrier. During this encounter with a group of Japanese torpedo bombers, Butch’s Grumman F6F Hellcat was shot down; his aircraft was never found. He was 29 years old.
In 1945, the U.S. Navy destroyer USS O’Hare (DD-889) was named in Butch’s honor.
If ever you fly, and your trip takes you through Chicago, you will be landing at the O’Hare International Airport, so named on September 19, 1949, six years after Butch O’Hare was killed in action.
Aviator
Lieutenant Edward “Butch” O’Hare in a Grumman F4F-3 Wildcat. The wartime censor has blanked out the famous “Felix the Cat” squadron insignia on this photo
Is this true that many Chinese would like to get a green card in a Western country? Which countries would be the most desirable?
The Creamy layer don’t
The Brainiest Chinese, the Intelligent Chinese – they see far more potential at home than to go to the US now
In 2005 -52% of the top 1000 GaoKao scorers gave up their places to go for Graduation to the US
In 2023 – it’s ZERO
They go to Peking, HK, Tsinghua and other Chinese Universities instead
Only those who can’t get placed in a Top University and have money – go to US or Australia or Singapore
The Chinese who want to go abroad and get a green card are those who :-
Score low in GaoKao and cant get placed in a Good University
Who don’t want to go to college and rather to work and start a business and have relatives abroad
Who want to study Political Science, International Politics and such subjects
Cooks and other low level Chinese
They end up setting up a Restaurant Or Night Club Or Kiosk or Bodega or work in a Floating Barge
I inherited my paternal grandfathers bayonet. He was an American soldier fighting the Germans in France during world war I.
The story behind this bayonet is that he got it off of a German that he killed. The thing about the bayonet is that the blade was caked with this thick blood-like substance. No one knew what it was, though we all suspected that the goo was the remains of people that the German gutted out.
Now, this was a gutting blade. The top was serrated and designed to pull out the guts like a saw-tooth blade.
bayonet
Eventually, my bother took the blade and claimed it as his own. He cleaned it up and it is somewhere in his house in Colorado.
And… I forgot about it. It’s just a thing. A part of someone else’s life. But, you know, every now and then I start to wonder about the blade and the story behind it.
No clear answer though.
‘A LOT OF PIFFLE’: THE GERMAN SAWBACK BAYONET
The German Sawback Bayonet of the First World War: Myth and Reality
No other hand-held weapon of the First World War has sparked so much debate and gave rise to so many myths and legends than the German Sägerücken or sawback bayonet. Even today the collectors market, historians and even the press still spread those myths that were born 115 years ago by the Allied press. In this article we will take a new and fresh look on the iconic weapon, its history and the wave of propaganda it caused in 1914.
SÄGERÜCKEN – THE SAWBACK BAYONET
The first ‘German’ sword bayonet which could be affixed to a long arm was introduced in Prussia in 1810. Used by the kingdom’s elite, light Jäger (hunter) infantry it was designated as a Hirschfänger (lit: ‘stag catcher’, or hunting knife). It would take another 50 years until the introduction of what could be called the first modern sword bayonet for regular infantry units, the M1860 Füsilier-Seitengewehr. With the introduction of the Mauser M71 bolt action rifle and its matching bayonet in the German Army, the first sawback or Sägerücken bayonets were introduced en masse to replace the Faschinenmesser, the fascine knife. This edged weapon, with a serrated or straight edge, was an engineering and foraging tool designed to cut forage and firewood, to remove foliage, and – thus the name – to cut “fascines”, brushwood bundles bundles used for strengthening earthen structures and field fortifications or for making a path across uneven or wet terrain.
At the outbreak of the First World War the German Army moved into the field with a wide range of bayonet types, all of which were available in a saw-backed version. They were issued to Pionier (engineer) units and, in a small percentage, distributed among other army line units. Then they were still being used as tools to cut wood and to efficiently saw through wooden barbed wire stakes, which were later replaced by metal ones. In that role they could be used as a handheld, but also as a rifle-mounted saw. Used in the latter way it was much more efficient, allowing it to cut through a thick, wooden barbed wire pole in about 30 seconds (using the long M98 saw-bayonet). Many other nations had made use of bayonets of a similar kind, including the British (with the Elcho and P1879 Martini-Henry sword bayonets) and the Swiss in 1878, all of these weapons designed to replace the fascine knives carried by soldiers in earlier periods.
At the turn of the century, military logistics and supply for forces in the field had evolved so far that the need for foraging tools had diminished. Saw backed bayonets were inferior in combat as the serrated edge could get caught or entangled in clothing, while the sharp saw itself could easily cause wounds to an inexperienced user. When war broke out in 1914 they had been made redundant in the British Army. The German Army, with its doctrine of flexibility in the field, had retained them and still saw them as an important addition to its forces.
A SAVAGE WEAPON?
The sawback bayonet was a gift to the Allies, who from a very early date set their propaganda machine to work, tying the use of the weapon into the context of the so-called ‘rape of Belgium’ , feeding the notion that the barbaric weapon had been specifically developed as brutal refinement for use in close combat. Sawback bayonets it was suggested, inflicted painful, never-healing wounds and even worse, as a French propaganda booklet with the title of ‘Les armes déloyales des allemands’ (the unfair weapons of the Germans) explained in 1916:
“In some German infantry units and throughout the pioneer corps, some men are armed with a bayonet sword, with a flat and wide blade, one edge is sharp while the other is sawtoothed. Officially it is a portable tool, intended to act in the twin role of saw and sword of battle, according to the way it is used. In reality, it is a very dangerous weapon, which, when held at the end of the rifle, inflicts a wound much more serious than that caused by ordinary bayonets in that it produces tearing effects when a soldier pulls to remove it from the body of an enemy. But German officers know how to refine barbarity. There is a standing order to all men armed with the bayonet-saw never to attack without having taken the precaution of repeatedly driving the blade in the loose soil, so that the particles of earth clinging to the saw will lead to an infection of the wounds inflicted on the enemy. This thoughtful and scientific cruelty is sometimes perfected even further. During an attack in Artois, a German company was taken under the fire of our machine guns and completely destroyed: ours having progressed and conquered the ground, had the obligation to bury the enemy dead and it was then possible to note that all the saw bayonets of the massacred men were coated with faeces. It demands no further explanation what horrendous complications of sepsis and infection wounds caused by a weapon like this would lead to.”
First brief mentions of German ‘bayonets with teeth’ can be found in the British Daily Mail and a number of US newspapers between 20-22 August 1914. Yet the first dedicated, longer piece on the sawback bayonet was published – to the author’s best knowledge – by the French Le Matin newspaper on 13 September 1914. It featured a photo of the serrated blade of a German M98 bayonet and a report, which seems to have formed the basis of virtually all later French and British reports and the root of the propaganda hype that followed:
‘They will soon have done everything, these Germans, to be banished from humanity, and it will soon be clear to everyone that their armies are nothing but hordes of barbarians, vile herds of wild beasts. Today you can see with this kind of weapon they intend to prevail over their enemies. Here is the photograph of a sword bayonet collected yesterday among the dead of the 47th regiment of Prussian infantry in Varreddes, a small village located about 8 kilometers north of the city of Meaux. This bayonet has two lines of sawtooth on its back. And it is not the cruel fantasy of a single, barbarian soldier who has created this weapon worthy of a Malay for his own use; no, because many others lay scattered on the ground and some have been picked up by officials to be shown to the public. It is clear that they have been machine-made and that this cruelty has an official origin. A torture device; a bayonet with hooks; a dishonourable weapon: a violation which S.M. Emperor William had provided his soldiers with.’
Even though Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 47 had never been in action anywhere near Varreddes (serving around Les Eparges about 250 kilometres away), some sawback bayonets had certainly been found, after all the whole of the German Army was equipped with them. The news travelled quickly and seems to have crossed the Atlantic first, even before reaching the United Kingdom. The New York Tribune ran it as front page news on 19 September. Their correspondent Richard Harding Davis, attached to the French Army, gave a detailed testimony about what had been found. a bayonet which ‘tears the flesh and splinters the bone’ and ‘the most gruesome weapon of war ever issued to a civilised army’.
From the United States the news travelled. and from the second half of September up to November 1914 the British press covered the subject extensively, often using new eyewitness accounts and photographs. On 27 September .The People newspaper published a photograph of a British medical officer comparing a British P07 Enfield bayonet to a German 98/05 sawback, reporting that these weapons were used ‘in violation of the laws of war’ and in breach to the ‘Convention to which Germany is a signatory’.
While the press coverage spread out, postcards were published in France showing a German soldier – with a sawback bayonet attached to his rifle – being addressed by a member of what people at the time would have seen as a savage race, a native American warrior. The postcards were captioned ‘La Baïonnette Scie’ and bore the slogan ‘Tu es encore plus sauvage que moi!’ (You are even more savage than me). French depictions of German sawback bayonets turned things upside down completely, showing the blade (!) of the bayonet sporting a serrated edge.
Surprisingly, some publications both in England and in France, also published truthful features about the actual use of the weapon. The Illustrated War News of 18 November printed a large format photo of a German soldier holding a rifle with a saw-tooth bayonet which rightly claimed that the bayonet was similar to that carried by ‘British naval landing parties for use in sawing wood’; while the French journal L’Ouest-Éclair stated that the ‘bayonet-saw is used to saw the wood in the countryside to make fires and employed in a variety of manual attack or defence work.’
‘(…) when a man has eight inches of smooth blade in him, an inch or two of jagged teeth would not matter’.
Some newspapers published reader’s letters on the bayonet. Doctor Hirsch, a native German, then working a psychiatrist in New York, wrote to the Tribune that he himself had served in the German Army in 1878/79 and that the whole story like ‘so many other statements about the -brutality- of the German Army are based on utter ignorance of the real facts’. He described the weapon’s use as a pioneer tool while criticising the paper’s malevolent coverage. In fact, some the best and most neutral words about the case, were published in the form of reader’s letters. One, written in Mounie Castle, Oldmeldrum by a Major Seton and published by The Aberdeen Daily Journal stated that: ‘Regarding the tooth-edged bayonet, about which you quote from the Paris ‘Matin’ as being among the atrocities of the Kaiser and his ‘Huns’, may I say that such allegations are merely the ravings of an hysterical Frenchman?’. Another, sent to the Liverpool Daily Post and Mercury opened with the statement that ‘A lot of piffle has been written about the German saw-bayonet’ and closed with the observation that ‘when a man has eight inches of smooth blade in him an inch or two of jagged teeth would not matter’. By mid-1915 there are no mentions of the saw-bayonet anymore. The explosive value of the story had fizzled out.
Yet the damage had been done and the propaganda was beginning to have a noteworthy effect on the Germans. Even though never based on any actual truth, rumours had begun to circulate that the Allies would shoot or torture prisoners carrying a saw-bayonet. Even though there have never been any documented cases of this behaviour and even an official German inquest in July 1915 and another in April 1917 could not find any evidence of this, it became an often told story in the army. Ernst Jünger mentioned it and Erich Maria Remarque used it in his famous anti-war novel All Quiet on the Western Front: ‘We overhaul the bayonets–that is to say, the ones that have a saw on the blunt edge. If the fellows over there catch a man with one of those he’s killed at sight. In the next sector some of our men were found whose noses were cut off and their eyes poked out with their own saw-bayonets. Their mouths and noses were stuffed with sawdust so that they suffocated’.
REMOVING THE SAW
German soldiers soon began to ‘lose’ their sawback bayonets in inexplainable numbers, while others began to remove the saw backs on their own accord, thus often permanently damaging the blade and as such property of the German Empire. By 1917, with the large-scale use of metal barbed wire pickets, the bayonet-saw had lost its only real remaining use and German soldiers had realised, that the saw could slow retrieval of the blade in combat. The wounds a sawback bayonet caused were not worse that those created by regular blade, and as such the use of them had never violated any rules of war, yet faced with the mass loss of good bayonets and knowing about the weapon’s deficiencies. the OHL (Oberste Heeresleitung, Supreme Army Command) issued an order on 16 September 1917. which decreed that all sawback bayonets were to be withdrawn from service in frontline formations, to be replaced by regular bayonets. To satisfy the need for a sawing tool the so called Noris-Säge, a segmented and much more effective saw, was issued. Formations serving in rearward areas, garrison and replacement units and formations serving within the borders of the Reich continued carrying the sawback. Surplus was put into storage. Yet in a war of materiel and in the face of serious metal shortages, having a large stock of unusable bayonets was something Germany could not afford. Trials had shown that bayonets with ground-away saws could be used without disadvantage, so on 6 January 1918 order was given to grind away the saws. The bayonets treated in that manner were designated “S.Abg.” (Säge abgeschliffen – saw removed) and were again issued to frontline units. Yet this was only done with a fraction of the available weapons and most of that work was done when stock was used to equip the new Reichswehr from 1920.
THE PRESENT DAY: THE ‘PIFFLE’ CONTINUES
Even today a ‘lot of piffle’ is still being spread about the savage nature of the sawback bayonet in books and other publications, and that is probably the reason why prices collectors are willing to pay for the acquisition of a nice Sägerücken continue to soar. However, they are not as rare as militaria collector’s and dealers wants us to believe. Most saws were never ground out, and today a bayonet with the saw removed is a lot more difficult to find than one with a surviving saw. Yet the fascination radiating from a shiny, saw-toothed back of a German 98/05 bayonet and the piffle attached to them is certainly real. As such they rightfully continue to hold special places in bayonet collections all over the world.
Today…
China’s young people are ‘revenge saving’ even as Gen Zers around the world are piling up debt
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Revenge saving has become a trend on Chinese social media websites, with Chinese youth setting extreme monthly savings targets.
Savings measures also include dining at community canteens usually for the elderly, where fresh meals are sold at relatively cheap prices.
Others are finding “savings partners” on social media, forming circles that ensure members stick with their savings goals.
Why is China’s rise so hard for the US to counter?
There’s a few reasons, but I’m going to highlight one particular challenge the US has: the nature of its four-year election cycle.
Why does this make it difficult for the US to counter China?
Because every time a new president comes in, (1) it takes time for the new guy and his administration to get stuck in; (2) He brings a new set of priorities and policies that might even contradict the previous administration; and (3) for the last 12-18 months of his term, the focus is on the next election (and that doesn’t even take into consideration the mid-term elections for Congress).
Rinse and repeat.
Here’s an example in terms of policy: Obama made the Trans Pacific Partnership a key plank of US policy in Asia, seeing it as a means to secure American economic and political influence in the Indo Pacific.
Trump came in and immediately pulled the plug on TPP. The impact? It cost the US in economic opportunities while raising questions among its partners about America’s leadership and commitment to the region.
Chinese policymakers don’t think in terms of 4-year election cycles. Take “Made in China 2025” (MIC2025), the goal of which was to move China away from low-end manufacturing to higher-end technology. This was formulated back in 2015. And as of this year,
…analysis confirms that more than 86 per cent of these goals have been achieved, with some others likely to be completed later this year or next.
So on the one side, you have short-term economic and geopolitical policy that is heavily influenced by internal political considerations (USA) vs an economic and industrial policy that takes a long-term macro view with specific targets and goals (China).
This is one major reason the US is having problems countering China
Japan’s First Revolutionary Human Skin Suit SHOCKED The World
It’s impressive. Imagine what it could eventually turn into.
What is the saddest truth about smart people?
“The most intelligent man in the world has lived a miserable life”
William James Sidis, the most intelligent man in history, son of Ashkenazi Jewish immigrants from Russia, born in New York on April 1st, 1898.
William was a wunderkind, with a prodigious mind and an estimated IQ of 300. He was literally a human computer and a living dictionary.
William J. Sidis never had a childhood or enjoyed being a little boy.
Imagine for a moment an 18-month old child who can unbelievably read The New York Times.
At the age of eight, he was fluently speaking French, German, Russian, Turkish, Armenian, Latin, and his native language, English.
When he was only 9 years old, he was successfully accepted into Harvard University. Let’s get a little deeper and picture this same small child at 9 years of age, inventing a brand new language called “vendergood,” studied by linguists and declared to be complete, correct, and fascinating.
At the age of twelve, he was giving his first lecture about the fourth dimension to the scientific community and the press.
Because William was so intelligent, great things were expected of him, and a bright future was waiting for him.
His parents, a famous Russian psychologist and one of the first female medical doctors of that time, had a very clear goal in mind: to raise a genius. They educated his mind and completely forgot the essential part: his heart and his feelings.
William showed a solid willingness and patience to learn, but constantly being on display for the public and for the media traumatized him, and he began to rebel against everything in his complex and artificial life.
He had severe emotional problems that he was never able to solve. They discovered his dead body in a small apartment in Boston in 1944. He was 46 years old and he died from a stroke.
“I want to live the perfect life. The only way to live the perfect life is through seclusion. I have always hated crowds.”
-William James Sidis-
Modern women have run the men off & now they wonder why they’re single!
Why does China have friends but not allies? What is the reason behind this?
China has discarded the Western notion of “allies”, which is actually “proxy nations”, and “others”. They find it simplistic and deceiving.
Instead they have adopted a matrix of relationships. Not just two dimensional, but actually three dimensional in scope.
In the West you have; Us and “them”. Where “Us” consists of the United States and it’s proxies; nations that it controls via various means to such an extent that they no longer have any real actual sovereignty.
In the Chinese model, you have three axes.
The X Axis.
You can consider this a scale of “friendliness”. The more “friendly” and supportive a nation is, the higher up on the scale it is rated. The more hostile it is, or “apparently” hostile it is, the lower it is on the X – axis.
The Y Axis
This is the actual threat level. High threat levels are given to nations that position their military in close proximity to China, engage in all sorts of hostile belligerent actions; from outright war, to sanctions, to law-fare, and all the rest. Peaceful nations get the highest ratings while bellicose and militarized nations get the lowest ratings.
The Z Axis
This axis measures the risk level. Risks being anything that upsets peaceful coexistence between the two nations. Nations that are unstable, or who are controlled by other entities are assigned low-on-the-scale risk values, while friendly and stable nations get the highest numerical values.
Combined, the values form a cube with an X, Y, and Z axis. And it visually graphs the relative value to China all other nations hold.
Needless to say, the United States has the lowest value of all nations within the cube. And it is a fantasy to think otherwise.
Why I Won’t Move To The USA – American Expat Life
What is an experience you had at a water park you’ll never forget?
My Daughter was maybe 3 and hadn’t learned to swim. The family went on a group outing to a water slide park with lots of different slides and even a kiddie pool with a slide. My wife and I didn’t plan on getting in the water. Our 9 year old son was having a blast with his friends.
The Kiddie pool wasn’t open at the time and my daughter really wanted to slide. My wife went to the life guards at the smallest slide not in the kiddie area and asked if our daughter could go down. They said, no problem. The one at the top would help her start and the one at the bottom would be in the pool to catch her. I didn’t like it but the wife said it would be OK. Off goes my wife with my daughter to the top of the hill. The start point wasn’t visible from the bottom. A couple of bigger kids came down while I waited. Everything seemed fine. Then the pool guard wandered away to talk to someone. Another bigger kid came down. I expected the life guard to turn around and get back to her job but I could see she wasn’t paying any attention.
I see my daughter coming down. the guard is still talking. I yelled to her but she was too far away. My daughter hit the pool, went under water and was looking up at me. I reached down and grabbed her arm, pulling her out.
She wasn’t going to be allowed to go down alone any more. I was elected to take her down for the rest of the day. I tightened the draw string on my shorts, (I didn’t have a swimsuit) and spent the next 2 hours on the water slides with my daughter.
Water slides are not my thing, but I do love my daughter. So I did what I needed to make her happy.
Joe Cocker Rocks! What Happens During This Performance?
Outstanding!
Vintage Adventure Art
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Band of Brothers. Tank Battle Europe. Sherman + Cromwell * Tiger + (Jagdpanther || Stug)
As a surgeon, what is the most shocking thing you ever saw after opening somebody up?
I am an obstetrician and gynaecologist, mbbs,dgo, ms, posted under the government of west bengal, india. I performed one caesarean section and delivered a healthy baby of a mother in the government settings. While cleaning the abdomen, I could feel something unusual in the abdomen.I asked the lady for anything abnormal activities in the past. She revealed nothing. Observing and feeling some thing hard within the gut, I smelled something bad which is beyond my academics and long period of service experience. Which prompted me to curiosity and something serious issues and deterred me from closing the abdomen from my conscience point of view. I sent a urgent call book to my surgeon friend to come to Operation theatre immediately and he came very soon and I explained everything to him on an urgent basis. He became involved in the operation and we jointly decided to explore the gut . We opened the bowel and to our utter surprise , it is eight( 8) inches long wooden stick, which we recovered from her bowel. We closed the abdomen and recovery of the lady was uneventful and surprisingly satisfactory. On repeated questioning, she revealed that she had done one abortion by a quack about 10 years back,who performed the abortion with a long stick. I understood the matter immediately that the abortion stick had perforated her uterus and after that it perforated her bowel and went fully inside the bowel , to remain within it for such a long time without making any further complications.We recovered the stick from her bowel.The matter was published in the newspaper in the next day , as the matter in question , is really unbelievable. Since the lady didn’t give me any history, I could have closed the abdomen as such. She might have had many problems later on.On the part of the patient , everything should be disclosed to the doctor for the benefit of the patient, himself/ herself. It’s my sixth sense which saved her from future further complications. Not otherwise, it should have been informed to me by the patient which she didn’t do. Moral of the story , expect the unexpected and to be prepared for the action as and when necessary as per the demand and gravity of the situation. In every sphere of life, we have to act even with the sixth sense.Thanks.
2. 65% more people believe in reincarnation now compared to 20 years ago.
3. People who laugh more have the same ability to bear more pain.
4. The more choices people are offered, the less likely it is that they will choose anything.
5. Researchers have narrowed down the human personality to five basic traits.
These traits, which are called the Big Five, are neuroticism, agreeableness, extraversion, openness to experience, and conscientiousness.
6. Millionaires who have earned their wealth are moderately happier than those who inherited it.
7. People with unfortunate initials, such as P.I.G or A.S.S have a significantly lower life expectancy.
8. Most people believe other people’s social lives are richer and more active than their own. It’s like the “grass is always greener” phenomenon.
9. Research suggests that your intuition is more likely to be correct if you are in a good mood and if the decision you are supposed to make is complicated.
10. The type of music you listen to affects the way you perceive the world. So be careful while selecting your playlist.
11. Your mind tends to make dull people sound more interesting. It rewrites the monotonous speech of boring people to make them sound more interesting.
12. People develop first impressions of you in a tenth of a second, so make sure your hair and outfit are on point, or you’ll be labeled the “crazy hair guy” forever.
Ancho Chile Rubbed Smoked Beef Brisket
From secret marinades to tricked out grills and smokers, competitive smokers know there is a near ritualistic approach to teasing the perfect flavor out of a premium cut of meat.
(Family Features) If the surge in barbecue and smoking competitions across the country is any indication, grilling has become an art form. This summer, gather around the grill to try a technique that’s rising in popularity – smoking – to create a masterpiece meal.
From secret marinades to tricked out grills and smokers, competitive smokers know there is a near ritualistic approach to teasing the perfect flavor out of a premium cut of meat. Smoke like a pro with these tips from Omaha Steaks Executive Chef Karl Marsh.
Start with style
Start by deciding how you’d like to prepare your meat. Smoking infuses flavor throughout the meat, while extended cook times at low temperatures make it extra tender. Smoking also lets you create unique flavors using wet and dry rubs, seasoned wood chips and planks.
Choose your cut
The most popular cuts of meat to smoke are brisket, ribs, pork shoulder or turkey, all of which are typically large. Guarantee a great experience with Omaha Steaks Brisket for smoking, which was created with the competitive barbecue and smoking circuit in mind.
Ready your rub
For best results, brush meat with cooking oil or another liquid ingredient (such as yellow mustard) before adding rub. Spread rub on a clean plate and place the meat on it. Coat both sides with rub by gently pressing the meat on the plate.
Set up the smoker
Preparation varies from one recipe to the next, but one constant is the importance of maintaining a steady temperature. As you prepare your charcoal, be conscious of where you’ll place wood chips or other flavor enhancers.
Slow and steady
Sensational flavor takes time to build, so plan to dedicate hours to your task. Check in at regular intervals to restock wood chips, flip or rotate meat and apply a fresh coat of seasoning or spices.
Find more tips and recipes perfect for a smoking summer at omahasteaks.com.
Ingredients
Brisket
1 Whole Omaha Steaks Brisket for smoking
2 cups white vinegar
2/3 cup yellow mustard
3/4 cup Omaha Steaks Ancho Chile Rub
4 cups Ancho Chile Smoking Spritzer, divided
8 cups apple or cherry wood chips, soaked in water
Ancho Chile Smoking Spritzer
2 cups apple juice
1 cup cranberry juice
1 cup canola oil
2 tablespoons red hot pepper sauce
1/2 cup Omaha Steaks Ancho Chile Rub
Instructions
Brisket
Remove brisket from bag and rinse with white vinegar then rinse with water.
Dry completely using paper towels.
Slather brisket generously with yellow mustard.
Rub generously with ancho chile rub and inject with 1 cup Ancho Chile Smoking Spritzer.
Prepare smoker using 1 chimney of pure lump charcoal fully lit and one chimney of pure lump charcoal unlit. Make sure water pan is full and adjust vents until smoker maintains a temperature between 225 and 250 degrees F.
Place brisket on smoker fat side up and brush smoking spritzer over top.
Every hour, check smoker temp, squirt with smoking spritzer and add handful of wood chips.
After 3 hours, flip brisket fat side down and squirt with spritzer.
After 6 hours, flip brisket fat side up. Wrap heavy duty foil around the last 3-4 inches of brisket tip to prevent it from drying out. Restock water pan and add lump charcoal as needed. Adjust vents until temperature is between 225 and 250 degrees F.
Beginning at 8 hours, check internal temperature every hour and apply spritzer and wood chips as needed.
Between 11 to 13 hours, when internal temperature is between 195 and 200 degrees F, if fork slides easily into brisket, it is done.
Let brisket rest for 1-2 hours before slicing and serving.
Ancho Chile Smoking Spritzer
Combine all ingredients and mix well.
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Omaha Steaks
How concerned should we be about China’s use of AI in the military, including rifle-wielding AI robot dogs?
You don’t have to worry about it at all.
In order to attack China, you have to get to China. Which means ships. China can sink everything within 1,200 miles of the Chinese coast. So you will never see a Chinese robodog with a rifle.
Constantine | John Strikes A Deal With Satan
What are some scary facts about history?
One of the nastiest ways to die in the Middle Ages was toilet related. Because in medieval times, men of power and wealth made use of primitive toilets called a garderobe. If you knew a noble lord would make stool at a specific time a day, it would allow you to target your enemy from below when he’s least expecting it…
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Various famous leaders were killed in this gruesome manner, such as English King Edmund Ironside who likely was either stabbed or shot by bow and arrow while relieving himself. It’s just particularly wicked to me… the toilet is the one place where a person should feel safe. It’s a moment of peaceful contemplation. A moment of total relaxation. I couldn’t imagine sitting down to poop and ending up impaled in the butt and dying.
There are a lot of things that scare me about history. But nothing scares me as much as being stabbed or shot in the butt and dying on the toilet. That’s just absolutely gruesome. Medieval times were incredibly unsafe times — even relieving yourself could end up in brutal murder.
“What time is it?“No time in space, mate”Kian rolled his eyes and turned from the cockpit to face Cassius.“I know that,” he said with exasperation. I mean on Earth. I want to see if I can get a last radio transmission out to the kids before they get to sleep. We’ll be out of range by the time they get up for school.”Kian yanked on the bar above him and floated out of his seat in the rear of the cabin. He floated forward, as though swimming, to a console between the cockpit and cabin, the electronics glowing blue and orange.“Looks like it’s 21:22.”“I don’t have long. Can you start the private comms system, I think we’re still on frequency with the ISS. I don’t think NASA and Roscosmos really want to hear another person saying goodnight to the wife and kids just because they forgot to swap bands.”“I thought they made a policy against that?”“Only if you interfere with their ground station.”“Still.”Cassius opened a drawer under the radio system and pulled out a wired headset.“Kian!”He threw the headset to Kian and it rotated in slow motion towards the cockpit. Kian plucked it from the air without taking his eyes off the black expanse before him. One white, gloved hand was still on the controls. Despite flying this route since he was 9, he was still scared of letting his attention waver, especially as they drew close to the Belt. He always thought he might miss the Beacon and they’d end up on the wrong asteroid. Or worse, just miss the whole Belt entirely.Cassius pushed himself back to the main cabin as Kian adjusted the headset to fit over his ears.“God, this spacesuit sucks.”“I know. When you were asleep I finally got to talk to Haley, and five minutes in my head was hurting.”“I wish they kept the old collar. Why did they even change it?”“Policy, probably. Everything is policy. But hurry and say goodnight, you’ll miss them.” He floated himself back to the cabin, and picked up a book, adjusting the suit skin around his ankles. He regretted not getting the new one tailored. It was going to be awful in the boots.In the cockpit, Kian adjusted the headset to help take the weight off the collar one last time.“Hey, Miranda, you there?”“Kian! I was getting concerned, the kids have been waiting.”There was a rustle in the background and the voices of three young kids all erupting at once came through, so loud it became static.“Hi dad!”“Hi, you all being nice to your mom.”A unison of yesses followed.
“What’s space like?” asked one of them.
“It’s great, but how about we save the stories for when I get back?”
There was a second unison of yesses. Kian smiled to himself.
“Alright, well get some sleep. I love you all.”
“Love you too, dad!”
“I love you Kian. Be safe.”
“Always. Talk to you in a week. I’ll send radio signals out to let you know how things are going. And make sure you tell Leda to study for her calculus exam.”
“I know. See you in a week.” Miranda replied warmly.
The radio transmission ended. They passed Mars.
“Are you and Haley going to start a family?” Kian asked. It was, undoubtedly, the most fulfilling part of his life.
“I want to, but Haley says we aren’t ready. She wants to wait for another few years.” There was some doubt in his voice.
“Truthfully, I don’t think she ever wants kids. Just wish she’d have told me before we got married. I just wish she’d tell me at all.”
Silence filled the cabin, except for the periodic systems check beeps. It would seem unbearable to have the constant noise on Earth, but with only two travelling in the massive void of space, there would be an eerie, intolerable silence . without them.
Kian was always anxious being so far from home. He’d not yet recovered from nearly losing Maia on the Moon a month ago, and was questioning ever bringing his girls on a trip again.
He shook his head at the memory. Him and Miranda were so close to letting her wander out the space lock. It took not even ten seconds of her being out of their sight. Earth was far safer. But then again he was a year younger than Maia when him and his grandfather had come to Ceres the first time. And with far worse equipment. No wonder his mother thought her dad was psychotic.
As they approached the Asteroid Belt, Kian watched for the Beacon. It was an orbit leaping spacecraft that kept its position relative to Ceres so travelers would know when to engage the thrusters to divert from the straightaway to Jupiter.
Finally, in the distance, he saw it. He flipped on a series of switches in the cockpit overhead. The empty co-pilot seat now needed to be occupied.
“Cassius!” Kian called back.
“It’s time already?” asked Cassius, who was staring out the window facing back towards Earth.
“It’s time.”
Cassius smiled, took his spot next to Kian, and they started the auto-calculations for the thruster angles. A scramble of quaternions ran down the configuration screen in front of them, the GPS and antenna information calculated their exact position in space.
“I can’t believe your grandfather got you here without auto-nav.”
“Not like there wasn’t the technology. He just liked proving to everyone he was smart.”
Kian didn’t like admitting he was impressed, so he looked to Cassius for a brief moment, a smirk on his face, one eyebrow up, mocking his grandfather.
“You kids, don’t even know how to make the software that lets you camp, and you call it rugged.”
Cassius laughed as the trajectory was locked in, and the thrusters aligned themselves.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
Kian counted down, each of their hands on a golden key in front of them.
“Three. Two. One.”
They turned their keys at the same moment, and the thrusters engaged. It was the worst part of the trip. Kian always vomited. At least he knew and kept a receptacle on hand. It didn’t stop Cassius from mocking him for it every time.
When they slowed and Ceres was in sight, and the two felt the nausea fade, Cassius turned to Kian, quite serious.
“If this were two hundred years ago and you had to do that with a helmet on, you’d be screwed, mate.”
“Well yeah. Lucky this isn’t 200 years ago, and I don’t need a helmet, or to know how to write the flight software. Although, I suppose we should start suiting up. Don’t want to land without gear.”
“You or me first?”
“I’ll get ready first. Keep an eye on the controls. Last time we lost auto-pilot and I had to get us to the surface without it.”
Kian unbuckled from the seat and used the armrests to push himself up out of the chair, careful to keep his feet from knocking the steering, or his head from touching the command module.
“You want a snack?”
“I just watched you vomit. I’m good.”
Kian reached the intermediary of the ship, and stowed the headset. Behind his ears was killing him. The collar was made of metal, like a woman’s choker. Or one of those ancient Egyptian mummies. He liked his neck the length it was. He cursed the Global Agency for Astronautics. He wished they’d let them leave Earth with their old skin suits.
He adjusted the clinging fabric as best he could, and realigned the belt around his waist. He opened a drawer in the console and removed his space suit. It was bulky, and weighed 170 pounds on Earth, without the helmet. Although, the pressure regulator did seem to take the weight off once it was operational.
He slid into the suit as if it were one-piece pajamas and interlocked it with the skin suit at the collar and belt. The leg and arm openings were metal rings which interlocked with the gloves and boots. He stepped into the boots and leaned over to twist the rings tight. Then the gloves. It was always the hardest part. He had no trouble with the first one, but his hands lost so much mobility from the gloves it was difficult to click the second one into place.
He opened a cabinet and saw his reflection staring back at him in the lens of his helmet. It was disproportional, like a man in a sumo suit. His blonde hair was already growing back, having been buzzed for the trip.
“You almost done?” shouted Cassius
“Yeah, just the helmet left.”
He took the helmet from the cabinet, careful to only touch the back half that didn’t have the lens, and placed it over his head, securing it with the same twist lock. He took a deep breath and rotated the heavy ring. The whole inside of the suit isolated, he could finally turn on all the regulators, and air valves. The suit inflated slightly, and he pulled out his oxygen tanks from a final drawer, guiding them towards the space lock for use once they landed.
“Your turn.” He said to Cassius, sitting back in the primary pilot seat. Ceres was only thirty minutes away. He stared intently out the window as the thrusters disengaged and they caught the dwarf’s orbit.
“I set the coordinates to get us to Rao, but I think we’re going to end up closer to Kokopelli,” he said.
“Well that’s okay, we haven’t stayed there yet. Remember last time we wished we’d gone a couple more degrees north.” Cassius replied, his voice getting slightly muffled with the helmet.
Kian nodded, turning on his helmet’s local radio.
“Is this too loud?” he asked Cassius.
It came over as barely more than white noise on Cassius’s helmet.
“Too quiet, actually.”
Kian adjusted the settings.
“HOW ABOUT NOW?”
“No! No. Too much. Definitely too much” Cassius, instinctively reached to cover his ears despite them being trapped by the helmet.
Kian made the final adjustments.
“You ready? Let’s land this thing.”
Cassius rejoined Kian.
“You know the drill. Once the command module says we’re orthogonal with the ground, launch the landing sequence.”
They stretched to reach a different duo of keys. The command module beeped with a blue light, and they turned them in unison.
The spacecraft started its descent directly downwards until they were just hovering over the surface. And then they were grounded. They stared out at the crater expanding before them, a couple other spacecraft landed along its rim, and finally let their excitement show.
“Hell yeah. Let’s get out there.”
Kian and Cassius gathered backpacks of items, fixed one another’s oxygen tanks to their backs, and clicked the space lock button. Inside the vestibule, they engaged the air circulation in their suits, making sure they could breathe, and then waited for the chamber to depressurize. The door opened in front of them. In the opposite direction Jupiter hung low in the sky, rising like the Moon.
“Did you remember the camera, Cass?”
“Obviously.”
They walked a few paces from the ship and laid down their gear, pitching their dome. They’d only sleep in it a night out of the three there were here because of oxygen limits, but Kian was more interested in the larger domes that were further along the rim of the crater.
“While this inflates, let’s go check out the other domes. I want to see how they’ve kept their plants alive.”
“I thought you said you didn’t bring any this time? Remember, yours kept dying?”
Kian glanced at Cassius with a mischievous grin on his face.
“There’s no harm in trying, Cass.”
“You took space up for plants? Again?”
“Relax, I only brought a few. I figure one of the permanent botanists can watch them after we leave. And the dome has better UV protection than last time. It should filter out some of the radiation that was burning the leaves off the oaks.”
“I thought you said we were going to explore, not experiment.”
“There’s nothing to explore. Just some rocky land and craters you don’t want to fall into.”
“We could try to find an entrance to the mantle. I really want to be the person to finally prove the existence of the underground ocean.” Cassius sounded as if he were begging.
Kian gawked.
“You’re really comparing getting lost underground to me bringing a few foot-tall trees? I thought we were just going to look at the stars and take pictures. Maybe see if we could catch Earth on the telescope. Not get ourselves killed.”
“We won’t get ourselves killed. Besides, you have to admit that sitting around for three days is going to be painfully boring.”
Kian groaned. He did want to find the underwater cavern. Him and his grandfather spent a week every summer looking for it. But the only entrance to the sublayers of Ceres were in cryovolcanoes. It was way beyond the threshold of their suit ranges. Their blood would freeze.
Cassius knew all of this. Kian had reminded him on a number of occasions and Cassius knew it was a losing battle.
“I suppose we could figure out how to plant your stupid trees,” Cassius said, rolling his eyes.
“I figure,” Kian said as they started leaping towards the larger domes, lazy as can be to preserve oxygen, “if I can get the trees to live, we could get some pretty good terraforming plots going. With enough oxygen and permanence here, maybe we actually could find your underwater ocean.”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t have a nursery at home with another hundred experiments with your plants, Kian. Don’t pretend like you’re doing this for me.”
“I’m a bioengineer, what do you expect? Anyways, I want to find the caverns too. Just, I don’t want to be so rash about it. No one else comes here. We’re not racing to explore. Or, just bring a drone next time.”
They reached the first dome. It was greener than Kian had expected. They approached the space lock and a woman tending to a small patch of grass near the inner door, looked up. She grinned, wide-mouthed, and stood, rubbing the grey dust from her gloves. Sunglasses blocked the radiation, but Cassius was certain they weren’t protecting her vision the way she needed them to, even with the dome shielding.
She looked as if she were tending a regular garden on Earth. He saw her face, and regret immediately filling him with a sick feeling, fell in love.
She opened the space lock and waited as they stepped inside and the vestibule re-pressurized. Before opening the main lock, she asked their identities.
“You two look familiar.”
“Yeah, it’s Kian. I pestered you last year about your growing methods.”
A look of recognition spread across her face.
“Ohhh, I remember you. But not him. You were with someone different, no?”
“Another of my friends.”
Her voice sounded like honey. She welcomed the two of them into the dome. They turned the oxygen feed off and let natural air fill their suits. It was thin certainly, but the dome was beautiful. Somehow, in the middle of the void of space, this little dwarf was green and livable.
“I have all your basic crops growing pretty well now,” said the woman. “Grain, lettuce, even grapes. I’m working on grass to increase the oxygen levels, but it takes a lot of water. Hard to get it to grow without taking trips to the ice caps often. I worry for when they melt in the solar maximum that is upcoming.”
“You do all this by yourself?” asked Cassius, fishing. He felt as though he were betraying Haley, but he knew Haley didn’t love him the way he wished she would.
“No.”
Cassius felt instant disappointment. It was odd he was so attached to her and yet he’d only met her. He thought he wanted to return to Earth but it didn’t stop him from staring at her, at the blue of her eyes, enamored. He reasoned he could get to know her for a few days, convince her to return to Earth with him. It was, of course, entirely unreasonable.
But the dome was beautiful. And did he really want to return to such an unsatisfying life? Kian had a family. What did he have but a crappy job and wife who didn’t love him.
“Do you need any help?” he asked.
“My sister helps. Though it’s a lot.”
“Just you two?”
“Yeah.”
“Care to make it three?”
The woman looked at him like he was crazy.
“Trust me, you don’t want to stay here.”
Kian looked at him like he was even more crazy.
“You know it takes two to pilot the ship right?”
“Well, then I shall return next trip, and when I do, I shall stay.”
The woman smiled.
“We’ll see.”
Three months later, Kian, Cassius, and another friend returned to Ceres. Cassius had resolved to live there permanently. He had divorced Haley. He was, for the first time in years, optimistic.
When they landed near Kokopelli, Kian knew something was wrong. The domes looked different. Cassius, who had dreamt of returning Daria since they left, was the first to run aimlessly to the dome when they landed. Kian and Auden didn’t need to run. They knew what had happened. What had so often happened to those who tried to terraform.
They reached the dome. It wasn’t green or lush. The crops were withered. The air lock was wide open. Daria’s body was huddled next to her sister’s, on the ground and motionless near the entrance of the sub-dome where they slept. The polar caps had melted and vanished. The two girls were dead.
Expat life: American things that don’t make sense
Chile Chicken with Basil and Coconut Cream
This is one of my favorites! Easy and great for dinner parties. Always a hit!
Yield: 4 servings
Ingredients
2 pounds chicken breast fillets
2 tablespoons oil
1 onion, finely chopped
2 tablespoons finely chopped small fresh red chiles
1 cup shredded fresh basil
2 tablespoons fish sauce
1 teaspoon chopped fresh coriander
1 1/2 teaspoons granulated sugar
1 cup coconut cream
Instructions
Remove excess fat from chicken, cut chicken into 1cm (half inch) strips.
Heat oil in wok, add onions and chiles, stir fry until onion is soft.
Add chicken, stir fry until chicken is tender. Add basil, sauce, coriander and sugar, stir fry for 1 minute.
Add coconut cream, stir mixture until heated through.
Notes
Best made before serving. Freeze: Not suitable.
I serve this dish with fluffy Basmati rice and a light lettuce salad.
Jack Meets The Tet (End Scene) | Oblivion
More Heart Pain – Going Home to NJ to see Cardiologist today
As I write it is 6:17 AM EDT on Monday, July 1, 2024 here in Pennsylvania. I have more heart pain. I’m heading home to NJ to head to my Cardiologist. I think I’ve got another blockage.
You may be aware that back on April of the year 2019, I suffered a Myocardial Infarction heart attack. I was in my car on a Saturday morning, driving to the local supermarket in North Bergen, NJ when I suddenly felt this “pressure” in the center of my chest. It didn’t hurt, it felt like someone was kneeling on my chest. I remember thinking, This is odd, and kept driving.
A few blocks later, I started getting this awful pain in my lower jaw. Really hurt! And I started to sweat. Not some gentle little glistening sweat, I mean a full blown FLOP SWEAT. The sweat was POURING out of me.
I thought to myself, pressure in my chest, pain in my jaw, now severe sweating, these are all signs of a heart attack. I denied it and kept driving.
When I got to the supermarket and tried to turn the car into the parking space, it felt as though the muscles in my arms had been hollowed out. No strength at all.
I managed to turn into the space and park.
I opened the car window to get some air and thought I’d just rest a minute and maybe I would feel better. After a minute or so, I went to get out of the car to go shopping, and my legs felt as hollowed out as my arm did. I almost fell flat on my butt.
I got back in the car and said to myself, that’s it, I’m not going shopping, I’m going home. At that moment, I started to feel like I was going to pass out. And I knew, “If I pass out, I’m gonna die right here.” So I called 911.
The police and an ambulance came – fast! They took me to Christ Hospital in Jersey City where I was admitted.
The next day was Easter Sunday, and laying in the hospital bed doing nothing . . . . the whole shit show started all over again. Pressure in the chest, pain the jaw. Sweating.
Docs came, put me on IV nitroglycerin and told me: “There’s something wrong with your heart. We’re trying to prevent it from killing you before we can get in there tomorrow morning and find out what’s going on.
6:00 AM the next morning, into a Cardiac catheterization lab I go. They insert a camera into my wrist artery, then fish it to my heart. There was big imaging machine above my chest taking images as they did what they did. Didn’t hurt at all.
After about ten minutes, the Doc comes back and says, Mr. Turner, you have three, possibly four, severely clogged heart arteries. Normally in a situation like this, we insert stents. But your clogs are not small and round, yours run the entire length of your coronary arteries. You need open heart surgery, and we don’t do that here.
So I told him my regular Doctor is Harvey Gross in Englewood. He has privileges at Englewood Hospital, do they do open heart surgery there? He told me he would call and ask and be right back.
A few minutes later he came back. Yes, they do open heart surgery at Englewood, yes, they take your insurance and yes, they have a bed available, we’ve called an ambulance to transport you up there right now.
So up I go.
We get to Englewood, they do all the tests all over again; they weren’t taking anyone’s word for it.
In anticipation of giving me stents, Christ Hospital gave me a load dose of a medicine called Plavix. It stops the blood from clotting. But they couldn’t put the stents and I had to go to Englewood.
Well, Plavix is great for stents, but terrible for open heart surgery. They need me to clot when they cut my chest open.
It took five days for the Plavix to clear out enough where I could undergo surgery. They took me in Friday morning. Long story short, I got quadruple bypasses. FOUR arteries were 90-95% clogged.
It took about 6 months for the sternum to heal after they cut it open, but I got along fine.
Fast-Forward 17 months after the surgery . . . . down I go again!
Another myocardial infarction heart attack. Turned out that two of the four bypasses, CLOGGED WITH BLOOD CLOTS. I was right back into a life threatening situation. And __this__ heart attack . . . . . . was WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY worse than the first.
The ended up putting a stent in. I went into heart failure in the cardiac catheterization lab, but came out of that. That was October 2020.
In January 2023, I started getting the twinges of pain that I recalled preceded my first heart attack, so up to the Doc I went. He said, given my history, it is best they go in and look again. I agreed. They found more clogs. Inserted another stent in my left, anterior, descending artery.
Which brings me to this past Saturday afternoon, around 12:45 PM. I’m sitting at my desk up here in Pennsylvania and wham, the same pain that happened at the first heart attack, started again. Then the jaw pain. I thought “Oh shit, it’s happening again.” And then . . . . it all just stopped. No pain. No pressure. No sweating.
Uh oh. I think this is a sign I’ve got more trouble brewing.
I wanted to drive home to NJ but my truck has 22 solar panels in the bed and I want them up here. But unloading them (1400 lbs) would be physical labor that may not have been wise given my situation. So I planned to get some neighbors to help unload the solar panels on Sunday. That didn’t work out. So I’m hiring a couple guys today.
I’ve got very mild pressure in the center of my chest. No pain, no sweating, so if there’s something going on inside, it is not a full blown M.I. but that nagging, mild pressure in my chest tells me I’m close to going full blockage.
The plan is to unload the solar panels, lock up the house and head out to NJ to my cardiologist. I’m pretty certain he’s going to want to go back in with a cardiac catheter again. In fact, I’m going to request exactly that. I KNOW something is wrong and it has to be addressed – today. This would mean I won’t be on the air tonight.
If, by chance I waited too long, or this thing hits while I’m doing my stuff this morning, or while I’m driving home – and I die – my son Michael will let you know.
I just want to let all of you know how much I appreciated you being part of my radio show. It has been a pleasure and an honor for me – even if sometimes I brought down lightning strikes with some of the opinions I aired.
You folks have been very kind to me and while I completely intend to keep broadcasting, God may have other plans. I’ll keep you posted.
Just a heads-up.
Prometheus | Destroy the Ship
In the battlefield, how safe are snipers? Do snipers have the highest chance of survival since they are so far away?
Rule #1 of combat. If the enemy is in range, so are you.
A sniper, if they are set up really well and don’t shoot too often, can go a long time without being found. But once they are found, then they die.
There was a situation once where a particularly well concealed sniper was shooting at American troops in Iraq. He may not have always killed his intended victim, but it was, to say the least, disconcerting for the troops in his area.
In an effort to rid themselves of this pest, the Army sent out various sniper teams to try and locate this guy. They were out for a LONG time and shot after shot was made by the sniper, but he was still impossible to find.
Then one counter-sniper saw a brick in a wall move. A single brick moved, then a shot was heard, then the brick was put back in place.
They had found him.
A sniper was sent to a position that would allow them to shoot into the hole the sniper was making when he moved that brick. A few minutes later, the brick moved, the counter-sniper shot, and the enemy sniper was dead.
His big mistake was thinking that nobody would ever see that one brick moving. So he stayed in one place and died because he was too lazy to find a new hide.
Did China just pass quasi-laws which can theoretically sentence anyone (especially the Taiwanese people) who publish or support the opinions of Taiwanese independence to death penalty?
Study the laws carefully with proper Chinese translation
(Rough Translation)
There are four levels of Punishment :-
Level 1 – Any person who publishes material through a blog or electronic post advocating for Taiwanese Secession from the Mainland shall be
If younger than 18 years of age, be placed under RESTRICTIVE SURVEILLANCE until such time as the Investigator sees fit or until the person commits activities that are deemed secessionist under the security act
If older than 18 years of age or 18 years of age, shall be placed under ACTIVE SECURITY INVESTIGATION and subject to security report may be WARNED or placed under DIGITAL BLACKLIST or maybe charged with Secessionist activity under the security act
So here if you merely post you want Taiwanese Independence – you will either be monitored by the authorities and won’t get a Civil Service Job or a Foreign Scholarship or a Passport for maybe a decade or two
Or if you are an Adult – you get a warning or get placed on a Digital Blacklist meaning No access to Weibo or other Social Media Apps
Unless it is revealed you are funded by NGOs or other groups in which case you get charged with Secession and could face severe sentences
No Jail in either case
Level 2 – Any Person who belongs to or supports an Organization that advocates Taiwanese Secession under Lists I-IX or who has received a sum of not less than 60,000 RMB in a single year or 200,000 RMB over a longer period from such an organization without discernible services provided shall
Be sentenced to an Imprisonment of not less than 5 years which can extend upto 15 years
However any Person who has joined or expressed such support only over a period of less than 3 months shall receive a PUBLIC WARNING and if in compliance shall not be proceeded with beyond RESTRICTIVE SURVEILLANCE
This means if a Mainlander joins a Pro Taiwanese Organization like a foolish student,he shall get a WARNING and if he complies and backs out – he is not touched beyond the usual Restrictive Surveillance. He of course will never work for Civil Service or Get a Passport for life
Level 3 – Any Person who forms an organization within the Mainland that calls Support for Taiwanese Secession and either collects funds for the same or advocates policy and speech that is in favor of Taiwanese Secession shall
Be Sentenced to Death with no avenue of commutation to Life Imprisonment
All members of the HUKOU records of the Person shall automatically be under ACTIVE SECURITY INVESTIGATION and shall be placed under RESTRICTIVE SURVEILLANCE and Digital Blacklist and any members of the Party shall be expelled from Party Membership subject to Committee Enquiry under VII Rules
Any members of the HUKOU records of such a person shall if overseas be recalled immediately and after a recall notice period of 60 days shall be categorized under Level III Security Act
This is the changed law. The new law where if anyone forms an organization that calls for Taiwanese Secession and collects funds or makes speeches in favor of Taiwan. THEY WILL BE EXECUTED WITHOUT MERCY OR COMMUTATION TO LIFE
Their family members will be investigated and if members of the CPC may be expelled or if overseas shall be recalled and if they don’t come within 60 days- they will be deemed security threats and can even be KILLED ON FOREIGN SOIL
This is the New change in the law. Earlier it was 25 Years to Life with NO DEATH PENALTY
Level 4 – Any Person who is accomplice to or instigator of an Act of Physical Violence or Terrorism on the Mainland or Mainland Sovereign Territory in any Country that causes at least 500,000 RMB of Damage or a loss of one or more lives shall be
Sentenced to Death with Commutation possible only for persons who can prove lack of knowledge of the activities and who had no further role
All members of the HUKOU records of the Person shall automatically be subjected to the NATIONAL RELOCATION ACT and SECURITY DETENTION ACT
Any members of the HUKOU records of such a person shall if overseas be recalled immediately and after a recall notice period of 7 days shall be categorized under Level III Security Act
Any Separatist who causes Violence in China or Embassies that cause 500K of physical damage or loss of even one person shall be executed without mercy
This Law is so tough that IF YOU ARE A LANDLORD WHO RENTED A HOUSE TO SUCH PEOPLE – YOU WILL GET LIFE IMPRISONMENT WITHOUT MERCY
Families of such persons shall be deported to labor camps and kept there for life including Children
Both Parents or All Guardians will face the same sentence if their Kids younger than 18 are charged and convicted under this act
So if a 17 year old kid blows up a Molotov cocktail killing someone, the Parents will be executed under the New Law unless they inform on their kid leading to a conviction of the Kid in which case they get fully exonerated by the State
So the only new change is that now anyone who forms an organization to support Taiwanese Independence shall be executed without mercy and their families shall be prevented from doing a lot of things
Their Kids can never go abroad
Their families can never live within 300 Kms of any place with Security facilities
Their families can never get a Passport
Their families can never work for the Government of China
Their families can never work for a Strategic Industry in any capacity
Their families can never join the PLA or PLAAF or PLAN
Families include – Parents, Children, Wife, Consort, Divorced Wife is Divorce is less than 5 years old, Siblings, Wives of Siblings, Children of Siblings, Grandchildren, Great Grandchildren
So if one guy does it – upto 40–50 people can suffer for no fault of their own
Now here is something the West didn’t tell you
The Law also excludes people:-
Exclusion:-
The Security Law shall NOT regard the following persons as culpable under it and shall deem them law abiding. This includes :-
Any person who reports possible secessionist activities of any family member under the Hukou system
Any Person who has relatives in Taiwan and declares the same
Merely because a person has visited Chinese Taipei does not put a person under the purview of the Act unless such person visited Taipei in contravention of existing emigration procedures
No person who merely posts secessionist content on behalf of another person and can establish the same, be charged under this act
Merely indicating support for DPP in Taiwan or for Leaders of the DPP is insufficient to be charged under this Act
So you can call William Lai a Hero and nothing will happen to you
So only three areas are DRACONIAN
First is that family members also suffer for no fault of their own , something that was removed off statuette since the death of Mao Tse Tung and reintroduced in 2009 for Xinjiang only
Second – Kids can inform on their parents and Parents must inform on their Kids to avoid being charged. So a son who sees his father work for Taiwan must report him and watch him be executed to survive and so must a father
Three – Execution is the only course now. No commutation to life. You get convicted, you die
This wasn’t the case previously
So while the new laws are draconian to a good extent – they allow a lot of leeway unlike India
In India someone saying Pakistan Zindabad can be charged with UAPA
In China now clearly – just because you hail DPP or William Lai won’t make you culpable at all. You will not even be touched.
Biden debate debacle
Yeah. It was awful.
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As a doctor, what is it like when you have to see a doctor?
I hate it.
I hate having to make an appointment. I hate filling out those stupid review of systems files that the doctor never seems to have bothered looking at by the time I get to talk to them. I hate that the doctor is always late, but that the staff will give me shit about it if I’m late. I hate having to ask someone else to write me a prescription for something I already know I need. And, most of all, I hate being lectured about what I need to do for my health.
Go away! Shut up. I already know this stuff. LEAVE ME ALONE! I’m a freakin’ doctor, too, dammit.
That’s a polite rendition of my inner monologue when a doctor tells me what I need to do. So, most of the time, I avoid going to the doctor’s office. If I know I want something, I write myself a prescription—yes, you can do that, as long as it’s not a controlled substance. If it doesn’t take care of my problem, then and only then will I seek medical care.
I’m young enough that I can get away with it, because I don’t yet have serious medical issues. For now, there are very specific circumstances under which I will go see a doctor:
I need to see a specialist for a problem well above my pay grade.
I know that some test needs to be ordered. I can’t order a hip X-ray or lab test for myself, for instance.
Even then, if I can get away with it, I’ll go to the Urgent Care center, because I hate making appointments.
“If you treat yourself as a doctor, you’ll have an idiot for a patient.”
I’ve heard variations of these over the years. Fine, I’m an idiot, then. I don’t care. I’ll be damned if I’ll go see a doctor unless I absolutely have to.
Don’t try this at home, kids.
I Dumped My Girlfriend And Ended Her Best Friend’s “Perfect” Open Marriage, Now EVERYONE Blames Me
Has a doctor ever misdiagnosed you to the point where it was almost bizarre?
Yes. When having sepsis, the initial diagnosis by the ER doctor who didn’t even bother to look at me was “ your depression acting up”. Never mind my high fever, renal colic pain and failure, my inability to breathe, vomiting and repeated fainting, it must be all in my head! Fortunately my blood results changed his mind.
Blood tests were ordered after I did some yelling on the topic of me going to another hospital( which was quite near) and then coming back to kick his a**.
Very recently my elderly mom has suffered from lower back pain for 2 months straight. No meds helped, she frequently vomited, could hardly walk and couldn’t sleep because of the pain. She was ordered basically every test known, going through gastroenterology ( yeah, she has post inflammatory narrowed esophagus), urology/nephrology, orthopedia. Urine tested, blood tested. She was told she was fine, nothing was wrong. Until a CAT scan was performed. Showed 3 fractured vertebraes caused by foreign mass.
After giving birth , I cried through the night because of a terrible pain. Was told by the nurse on duty that “ G, you have birth vaginally, we only give pain meds to women recovering from C-section, it can’t hurt you”. Had multitude of stitches( forgot to count after an hour of them sewing me back together) due to 4th degree tear and an F broken coccyx! I couldn’t sit, walk or lay down without that pain for 4 months. But I guess it was just me being too sensitive.
Since we’re both women, we have plenty of those experience. Let’s group them under medical misogyny aka “you’re a woman, you’re overreacting”.
Ps. Let me not start on how many times I was asked if I was sure it wasn’t just a period pain. I think it was actually the first 2 years of me having recurrent kidney stones causing renal colics when my then ahole GP refused to order an ultrasound “ because I was too young to have kidney stones”.
PS 2. The most ridiculous situation actually happened when my molars rot and caused a massive infection during the last trimester of my pregnancy. At first, I went to a doctor with what seemed as a heart attack. He then moved on to whether I was having a stroke, trigeminal nerve inflammation to finally getting to “ F teeth why didn’t I think of that?”. To give him some credit, my pulse was sky high and I felt sharp pain in my jaw and neck. Teeth wouldn’t be the first guess.
This cat was called ‘mean.’ Then he met my husband.
What was it that your partner told you that gave you chills?
My second husband was in the hospital, dying from cancer. The day before he died, I took him down stairs to smoke a cigarette. As we were sitting outside, he looked around and said, “Honey, don’t look, they’re watching me.” When I asked him what he was talking about, he said “the shadow people. They’re over there, in the woods.” I turned to look and he said “no, don’t look, they’ll get you too. I think they’re here for me” That comment sent shivers down my spine. I said “no, sweetheart, there’s no one here for you” I thought he was hallucinating because of the pain meds. He said “shut up, I have to tell you some things.” He proceeded to tell me how my life would go after he was gone. He told me that I would get remarried and that he would tell me WHOM I was going to marry. He told me I would have more children.
Now, at this point in my life I had been told that I couldn’t have any more children. I told him he was crazy and that I thought we needed to get him back up to his room.
I got him back up to his room got him in his bed and he went back to sleep. He passed away in his sleep 6 hours later.
Oh, and the things he said would happen….
They happened!
Have you ever witnessed a life ruined from a small mistake?
I worked with a man whose life fell apart quite dramatically over a few weeks.
He was a nice guy and I really liked him. His name was Ivor and I feel terrible about what happened to him.
He and his wife were drinking together one evening, and they started arguing. So he went to sleep in his car. A few hours later, the police knocked on his window and woke him up. Although he had not been driving, the keys were in the ignition and he had been sleeping in the driver’s seat. They breathalised him and he was still very drunk.
As they now had him for drunk driving, they had the right to search his car. In the car they found a cosh that he kept for protection. I doubt he would ever use it. But, unfortunately, they are illegal and he was now in trouble for carrying an offensive weapon.
His wife was angry at him so wouldn’t let him come home, so he had to sleep on a friend’s sofa. By the way, Ivor was not a young man, he was in his early sixties. Due to his stress, he carried on drinking. He started missing a lot of work. Which was bad. What was worse is that one day, he DID turn up to work, but very drunk. He worked for about thirty minutes, until his managers called him in the office, and after a heated argument, he was fired.
So we never saw Ivor again. This whole thing played out over about three weeks. So in three weeks, Ivor lost his wife, driver’s license, job, and got a criminal record. In his sixties.
Ivor was a good guy and he used to have foreign students stay at his house. Just before he got fired he had Japanese students, and would bring Japanese food in for us to try. I often wonder what the Japanese people staying at his house made of his meltdown.
Brutal Signs of a Collapsing Empire | Richard D. Wolff
Barbecued Brisket
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Ingredients
Brisket
1 flat brisket
Dry Rub
2 tablespoons salt
2 tablespoons chili powder
2 tablespoons meat tenderizer
1 tablespoon pepper
1/2 tablespoon garlic powder
Mop Sauce
1 (10 1/2 ounce) can beef consommé
1 can water
1/3 cup vinegar
3/4 cup Worcestershire sauce
1/3 cup vegetable oil
1 1/2 teaspoons meat tenderizer
1 1/2 teaspoons dry mustard
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon chili powder
1/2 teaspoon paprika
1 bay leaf
Barbecue Sauce
1 1/2 cups Worcestershire sauce
1/4 cup vinegar
1/4 cup steak sauce
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1 cup ketchup
Instructions
Brisket
Trim any excess fat from 1 flat brisket. Rub both sides of brisket thoroughly with Dry Rub. Cover and refrigerate overnight.
The next day prepare a grill so that it will smoke slowly for about 6 hours or about 1 hour per pound. Start brisket on grill with the fattest side up. Cover grill. Mop with Mop Sauce frequently during grilling. Turn brisket about every hour.
Serve with warm Barbecue Sauce.
Dry Rub
Mix all ingredients in small bowl.
Mop Sauce
Bring beef consommé and water to boil in medium-size saucepan. Turn down heat. Add remaining ingredients. Stir until thoroughly mixed. Remove from heat.
Barbecue Sauce
Place all ingredients in small saucepan. Bring to boil. Remove from heat.
What would happen if I threw a rock at a wild polar bear?
Throwin rocks at a wild Polar Bear ?
Short answer – No. Long answer – HELL NO.
Even if you had a 9mm pistol (let’s say a glock)
And you were facing a polar bear and you were lucky enough to let off some rounds. Guess what ? Be prepared to make peace with whatever deity you follow and learn from the lesson and do better in the next life.
The Bear will look at you and think……. “that looks tasty …nom nom”
Most animals will back off at the sound of gunshot.
Not Polar Bears
Even if you hit them they’ll carry on charging and will get to you.
The only way to stop it was if you were very, very, very lucky and got the bullet through their eye into their brain, maybe.
But areas of instant kill with a bear charging towards you on all fours is about size of teaplate. Can you hit that repeatedly under stress ? You really do not have much time for mistakes.
Their skull is harder and thicker than a motorcycle helmet. They kill seals just by slapping them. Trying to alpha posture by standing tall and making yourself look bigger will accomplish nothing.
“I’d hide behind a rock!”
You die behind that rock.
“I’d jump into a river!”
You die wet and cold.
“I’d stand my ground and yell at the bear to frighten it”
You die faster.
There are around three thousand polar bears on the Svalbard islands; that’s more polar bears than there are humans and they are protected by Svalbard law. So they have not built up a fear of humans.
Not every animal wants to hug a human.
Until humans with BIG rifles (22 calibre ……….actually more like .444 marlin) came along, nothing hunted polar bears. Nothing. There is no scaring it off. Just look at them
Polar bears will eat each other if they’re desperate enough. So what do you think they’ll do to you ?
They’re also dangerous because they’re skilled apex predators (meaning they have no natural predators of their own) Which means, cute as they may be, the polar bear is quite functionally the great white shark of the north.
They don’t hibernate.
They never get cold.
Food is scarce.
They’re always (I repeat) ALWAYS hungry.
The bottom line is if you’re a human being on open ice in the Artic Tundra with no serious firearm or vehicle and you run into this pic below ?
You have two chances of surviving
Slim
None
And slim just left town
You know the striking thing about a Polar Bear when u see them in the flesh, my friend ?
They’ve got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes.
When they come at ya, it doesn’t seem to be livin…….until they bite ya and at that point you’re not on earth anymore and the Polar bear is the last thing you’ll ever see.
And bears are omnivores (meat and plant eaters) which means unlike carnivores like tigers and lions who have the polite decency to kill you as quick as possible first then eat you.
Polar bears will just hold you down, pin you to the ground like you’re a seal or salmon and eat you while you’re alive and screaming.
They have a bite force of 1,000 psi (Pounds Per Square Inch) that’s a force strong enough to crack a bowling ball and they’ll use that to disable you, to rip off your arm or leg for a snack, you can’t even imagine the kinda force they can generate.
To a Polar Bear an average-sized human is just right for a comfortable dinner with a glass of port and a good cigar afterwards.
You dunno what you’re dealing with.
And they’re trying to get access to your organs to chew them apart, then if there’s anything left of you, put you in stash, n come back a bit later n eat some more of you.
Just a brutal way to go.
They can run at speeds of 25 mph, If that doesn’t impress you, the fastest man alive who was Usain Bolt his maximum top speed was 27 mph and they can smell you for miles (even if your under snow) and swim for 100’s of miles
And they’re smart to. Polar bear on thin ice ? No problem they know they have to spread their weight around so it’s not concentrated in one spot so as to not crack the ice.
Humans in movies : Aggressively steps on ice
There are only three things up in the Arctic: Ice, water, and potential calories. Guess which category people are in ?
Modern Women Are DOOMED – New Anti Paternity Fraud Law Gets Passed!
I did not watch the (so called) Trump – Biden “debate”.
I am convinced both of them are dangerous.
What was the most stunning element and extracted summary of the debacle was just how poorly Biden fared. This guy is not capable of leading; thinking, reasoning, planning, or doing anything. In fact, he NEEDS to be in a hospital, and needs someone to select his meals, and care. He is simply not a capable person.
And you know, this is AFTER he was given injections of smart / stability drugs.
It goes along with my belief that the unelected political sycophants are running the United States, and it is no wonder that it seems that the United States is walking the Earth into a global-wide nuclear catastrophe.
Because it is. It actually is.
These sycophants and the “deep state” that supports them are dangerously deluded, terribly inept, and functionally inept. Combined they have created a United States that makes the collapse of Rome look like a Victorian tea party.
This is not about Biden or Trump.
This is about decline, and it is beyond redemption. The USA is toast, and I really have serious doubts that it ever can recover.
By the time this post is posted on MM, this will all be old news… replaced with something more topical. But the fiasco that the USA is should not be forgotten. Dicey times are forecast unless some serious changes are made STAT.
Today…
Cleaning out my auto-spam folder
Typical comments that were sent to spam…
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China trip and related thoughts:
My family and I recently visited Shanghai (courtesy of a collaborator and friend in Shanghaitech university) for a week. We went to Beijing (via high-speed rail) for a couple of days to see the Great Wall.
We were shocked by how developed China was. I mean, it looked like a first-world country. The roads were huge and clean. There was hardly any dust. The cars followed traffic rules. No encroachment by hawkers, etc. We could have easily confused it with the US or Europe. In addition to these things, the MagLev (magnetic levitation) train to the airport and the high-speed trains were amazing. Every hour, someone or the other came to clean the compartment.
To top it off, the amount of funding given to even pure mathematics (leave alone the applied subjects) was enormous. Unlike India where every professor earns the same amount, Yau (a fields medallist) could hire another fields Medallist (Birkar) for a few million RMB.
Unlike in India, where even Indian citizens from the north-east are discriminated against, in China, most people were very friendly (and really loved our 1.5 year old son). Our hosts took “Athithi devo bhavah” very seriously.
Except for a few annoyances (mosquitoes are a problem, the lack of quality apps like Uber and Google maps (didi and baidu are terrible!), and the inability of even highly educated people to speak in very basic English), our trip was fabulous. We liked China but felt very sad that our country, which was ahead of China in the 60’s (even the Chinese we met acknowledged this) is very very far behind. I can now understand KB’s “anger”. (However, I still think that the US is a much much bigger power for now.)
Col. Lawrence Wilkerson: Putin’s NUCLEAR WARNING is No Bluff and NATO Crossed His Red Line
Black Thai Pork
Phuket Town Black Pepper Pork 1219×1536
Here’s the YouTube video…
https://youtu.be/lz5xIMZKC3s
Ingredients
4 boneless pork chops, cut into stir fry strips
1 cup salsa or picante sauce
1/2 cup peanut butter
2 tablespoons soy sauce
2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
1 tablespoon molasses
1 tablespoon water
1 tablespoon chili powder
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon garlic salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1 tablespoon vegetable oil
1 tablespoon sesame seed, toasted if desired
2 tablespoons thinly sliced scallions
3 cups hot cooked cellophane noodles or rice
Instructions
For sauce, in a medium saucepan combine salsa, peanut butter, soy sauce, vinegar, molasses and water. Bring to boiling, stirring often. Keep warm.
Meanwhile, in a plastic or paper bag combine chili powder, ginger, garlic salt and pepper.
Add pork strips; shake until pork is coated with spice mixture.
In a large skillet heat vegetable oil over medium-high heat; cook and stir pork strips for 2-3 minutes or until cooked through.
Spoon the sauce onto individual plates.
Arrange the pork strips on top of sauce.
Sprinkle with sesame seed, then top with green onions.
Serve with noodles or rice.
What’s the funniest court case you’ve seen?
Here are my top 3:
#1) My client was charged with drug possession after a police officer found them in a hard carton cigarette pack (one made out of cardboard) because when he picked it up and shook it, “sounded like drugs inside.” I argued that the officer would never have discovered the drugs unless he had opened the box, and that the mere sound of the contents of the shaken box could not possibly have given the officer probable cause to open the box.
So at trial I produced from my jacket the hard carton cigarette pack box and shook it in the presence of the officer and the judge, then asked, “Did you hear me shake this box?” The officer responded that he did. I then asked, “Does it sound like there are drugs in it?” The poor guy had to say yes, and he did. I then opened the box and showed him two capsules, then asked, “So what sounded like drugs to you may be drugs, right?” The officer had to say yes, and he did. Then I asked, “Officer, can you tell me what kind of drugs these are?” The officer responded with “I don’t know.” I then popped the capsules in my mouth and started chewing and said, “Let the record reflect that they are two white Good & Plenty candies.”
I moved for summary judgment, and the motion was granted.
#2) I was in a hearing with an attorney who was incapable of posing a question that wasn’t objectionable. He just didn’t know how to ask questions properly, so with virtually every question he posed, I stood and made my objections. Rather than taking the offending attorney to task, however, the judge got upset with me (not because I was in the wrong, but because the judge just wanted to get through the hearing and I was slowing us down—yeah, that happens, folks). Eventually, the judge made this order, “I am now ordering that Mr. Johnson cannot make any further objections to opposing counsel’s questions to the witness,” at which point I wasn’t upset because I now knew I’d all but certainly win the case on appeal, given the judge’s misconduct.
I never got to appeal the judge’s decision.
Because after I was barred from making objections, opposing counsel mistakenly took it as a license to formulate even worse questions, but through it all I just sat there and gazed about the courtroom, doodled on my legal pad, etc. One thing I did not do is pay attention to the case anymore. I didn’t need to. There wasn’t much I could do anyway.
When suddenly the judge interrupted opposing counsel and announced, “I previously ordered Mr. Johnson barred from raising any objections to opposing counsel’s questions. I am now rescinding that order. Mr. Johnson, do you have anything you wish to say at this point?” After hesitating a moment to gather my thoughts, I responded with: “Objection? (I had no idea what I was objecting to — remember, I’d stopped paying attention long before). “SUSTAINED!” the judge thundered back.
#3) I represented the respondent in a civil stalking injunction case (in Utah). This is an example of how it went, back and forth for an hour, as both men told basically the same story:
Q: And what did he say to you?
A: He said, “If you ever come on my property again, I’ll kick your ass.”
Q: And what, if anything, did he say in response?
A: He said, “You try to kick my ass and I’ll kick your ass, and I told him, ‘You try to kick my ass and I’ll kick your ass.’”
Q: Did you take him seriously when he said, “I’ll kick your ass”?
A: You bet your ass. And if you threaten me and my family, then I’ll kick your ass.
I don’t think I will ever, anywhere, hear the phrase “kick your ass” spoken more times in the space of an hour than I did then. Not once did the judge admonish either party or me for using the phrase the entire time (and to be fair, I think the judge correctly believed that these men were incapable of describing the situation without using the phrase).
Discovered My Wife Was Engaged In Spicy Activities While Playing An Online Game, Now She’s Begging..
What was the moment you realized your significant other didn’t care about you at all anymore?
In the last years of our fakemarriage my husband slowly checked out from all shared duties, whether it is chores, bills, our daughter… always too busy or just wouldn’t. I was so exhausted and he insisted i should take care of myself, “go get a massage, go to the hairdresser, you need some time for yourself” (when i I didn’t even have time to properly shower…) But he would brush off any complaint from my side that my exaustion was due to me actually taking care of it all.
Whenever i would insist and directly ask him to do something he would say “can you take care of it?” or just go through a rage and leave.
One day i was involved in a minor car accident. Argued a little with the other driver but felt no harm was done and left. As i started driving, my neck was seriously hurting, my ears were ringing and i felt dizzy. My daughter who was 4 and with me at that time was also acting weird and saying mom it hurts.
I rushed back home which was 5 minutes from there to him so he can drive us both to a doctor. He told me he was actually on his way out to meet his friends and said “can you take care of it?”
That day i understood that his behaviour was not due to him being lazy or busy.
He just didn’t care at all.
Why is that according to the US that the Spratly islands being geographically closer to the Philippines can’t be claimed by China, but the American Samoas being closer to the Samoas can be claimed by the USA?
This world is ruled by the fist ie weapons today.
If your fist is stronger, you rule the world. That makes you a mafia.
When you are a mafia, you make the rule & you can change the rule anytime to suit your situation.
2 scholars at Cambridge U did a research. I of them is Romel Bagares. He is a professorial lecturer in intl law in 3 Manila-based law schools & PH judiciary Academy.
1, PH’s legal territory does not incl SCS (my word) PH has no EEZ in SCS. All PH activities in SCS are illegal.
2, The 1951 USA-PH Mutual Defense Treaty does not apply to SCS.
In 1975, former US State Secy H Kissinger already, in writing, told PH that, by law, USA would not protect PH in SCS.
In documents from 1977-1980 eg doc 578, US State Secy C Vance explained to PH that MDT is based on 1898 US-Spain Paris Treaty & 1900 US-UK Washington Treaty. PH does not own any part of SCS.
3, PH’s arbitration is (my word) as good as toilet paper.
Today in 2024, USA changes the rule: PH owns some SCS because some islands/reefs are close to PH. … today’s USA overturning the USA from 1975–1980. … mafia USA has changed rule because it wants to suppress China’s rise.
PH is a US puppet.
Bolivia failed coup. Kenya Ruto retreats. NATO wants to give Elensky something. Meloni upset with EU
“It’s okay, Ground Control. I know you did everything you could.”
Charles sat at his desk, staring at the blank screen. Nobody said a word. There was a slight hissing of static. He swallowed hard, and there was an audible click in his throat. His mouth was dry. His heart was thudding intensely in his chest. Charles felt as if someone had fastened a belt around his torso and was gradually pulling it tighter and tighter.
After what seemed like an eternity, Stan broke the silence.
“Come in, Pete.”
The static hissed.
“Pete. Come in.”
Hhhhhhhh.
“Come in, Pete.” Charles was dimly aware that Stan was crying as he spoke. He could feel the hot tears trickling down his own cheeks. It felt as if his heart was lodged at the base of his throat. He could hardly breathe.
“Pete, come in.”
Hhhhhhhh.
“Pete, please come in.”
Finally, Greg got up from his seat and laid a hand on Stan’s shoulder. “That’s enough, Stan. He’s gone.”
The last two syllables hit Charles like a two-tonne truck. He felt the room spin around him, as if he’d just been clocked in the jaw by a solid right hook. Charles placed his sweaty hands on the polished dark wood of the desk, palms down, just to make sure he didn’t lose his balance and go sliding off his chair onto the floor. The table beneath his fingers felt cold and indifferent; the feeling simultaneously grounded him in the reality of the moment and made him feel as if he were dreaming or in a drunken stupor. This desk is really hard, he thought, madly. That’s enough, Stan. The wood is very cold. He’s gone. Is wood always this cold? That’s enough, Stan. It’s very cold.
Somewhere behind him, a woman was sobbing. Hell, they were all sobbing. Gabrielle was just the most audible.
The words bounced around his skull: He’s gone. He’s gone. He’s gone.
All at once, Charles felt incredibly hot. He thought he might throw up, right then and there. He wouldn’t be able to make it to the bathroom in time; he’d have to spew his guts into the wastepaper basket next to his feet.
Like a man in a dream, Charles slid off his office chair with a thud, landing on his knees, not feeling a thing. The chair rolled away behind him, squeaking a little on the wheels he had been meaning to oil but had somehow never gotten around to. Sweating and shaking, he reached for the metal bin. Thank God he’d remembered to put a plastic bag inside, because the bin was made from a metal mesh. If I hadn’t remembered, my puke would have been filtered out the bottom quite nicely. Just like using a colander, Charles thought. Then he began to retch, in great, stomach-wrenching convulsions.
Somewhere nearby, someone was asking if he was all right, but he wasn’t all right, he wasn’t, nothing was all right, nothing, and the room was spinning, spinning, spinning, and Charles could feel the acidic vomit racing up his throat, and the world was twisting around him, and everything felt too heavy, and the room wouldn’t stop spinning and—
***
Pete allowed himself to drift. There was no use fighting it, as there was nothing he could do. It would be a waste of energy. And energy was all he had left. Well, that, and the precious oxygen in his tank.
In his ears, all he could hear was whistling white noise. For half a second, he thought that he heard someone say, Come in, Pete. And maybe they did, but the words were fuzzy and soft; hard to isolate from the hiss. He started to respond, and then gave up. The last few seconds of communication had been hazy with interference as it was — now that he had floated further away, he knew contact with Ground Control would be impossible. Besides, he had said his goodbyes. Pete didn’t want to prolong the pain of a tortured farewell.
Pete spun away from the asteroid, spiraling out, further and further. He knew that he had approximately between six and eight hours of oxygen in his tank, depending on how well he controlled his breathing and how much physical exertion he subjected himself to. He had been on the surface of the celestial body for one hour and forty-three minutes, before the small meteoroid struck.
First man on an asteroid, he thought as flew away from the point of impact, pieces of debris scattering around him. Was it worth it? he asked himself. He knew immediately he shouldn’t have posed the question.
It was miraculous that none of the wreckage and rubble had injured him. Miraculous, if you ignored the fact that he had been jettisoned off the tiny planetoid and propelled far away from any hopes of rescue. Pete didn’t know how fast he was traveling, but he knew that it was too fast — and he was too small of an object — for any chances of being saved. He only hoped that his crew was safe from the fallout of the collision; would they be able to avoid the incoming hailstorm? And if not, would the fragments of rock penetrate their shuttle? Pete knew that he’d never know.
Pete spun and spun and spun, rotating not quite fast enough to cause him to blackout. He watched the changing views as he twisted through the void: stars, the sun, planets, debris, stars, the sun, planets, debris, stars, the sun, planets, debris. Over and over and over. Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Each time he caught the barest glimpse of Earth — a tiny droplet of blue in the vast nothingness — and then it was gone. Pete thought that his tiny home planet had never looked more beautiful, even though it was only in his line of sight for a fraction of a moment.
He saw no fires or explosions as he spiraled. Pete knew that this was not a sign that his team was safe, but he clung to the hope, nonetheless. Maybe they were okay. Maybe they got away in time. Maybe the shuttle was able to withstand the barrage. Maybe. Maybe.
He spun and twisted and turned and conserved his breath. Slowly, Pete fell into a cosmic trance, glazed eyes staring out into the solar system. The celestial dance was hypnotic, like an interstellar mobile above the crib of humanity.
***
He was being pulled. Pulled in one direction. The sensation startled him from his reverie.
He spun and he twisted and rotated. Stars, the sun, planets, debris. What was tugging at him? He strained his eyes. Stars, the sun, planets, debris. Was he imagining it? Stars, the sun, planets, debris. No, he was not, Pete was sure of it. There was a definite sensation of being reigned in. But by what? Stars, the sun, planets, debris, stars, the sun, planets, debris, stars—
And then he saw it. And for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. His lungs contracted and all the air escaped him, as if he’d just been punched in the gut.
His thoughts were a mixed cocktail of fear, confusion, and fascination. How did we not see it? thought Pete, only distantly aware of his own feelings. How did we miss it? It’s huge.
The black hole occupied half of his visual space. If you were to only glance at it, you might just miss it — after all, most of the area surrounding it is also black. But the absence of the small yellow-white specs of distant stars gave away the gaping hole in time and space. There was also the accretion disk spinning around the gaping maw in the fabric of reality. The giant clouds of gas spun and spun around the shadow of the hole, twisting and rippling beyond recognition or cognition. It was smaller than the ones he’d studied, but now that he was facing it, Pete was astounded that it had not been observed earlier. After all, it was at the edge of their solar sys—
Pete didn’t recognize the stars. The thought hit him, and his brain dumped a load of adrenaline into his veins. As he spun towards his destination, his eyes traced the emptiness for the Earth. For planets — any that he knew. Mars. Jupiter. Venus. Saturn. Completely gone. It was all alien to him. Even the sun was different; smaller and somehow less vibrant. Rather than a bright, white-hot yellow surface, this star burned a deep orange that bordered on red.
Where am I? he thought, panic brimming in his chest. He knew that he had been propelled away from his home system, but he never actually thought—
He was closer to the black hole now, he saw, as he turned once more. Another realization hit him, with the low thud of an interplanetary bass drum: even if he had been in the shuttle, it would have already been too late to get away. The thought should have terrified him, but it instead soothed him. The idea that fighting was futile allowed Pete to accept his fate; had he a chance to escape, he would have fought — as panic flooded his thoughts — until he wasted his oxygen supply and starved himself of air.
The black hole’s shadow was hungrily consuming that which span around it. But it was more than that — the objects making up the accretion disk looked hungry to be eaten. The collective rotating disk slowly fed into the hole eagerly, each portion being allowed the time to flow in and disappear.
Pete was flying towards the hole faster and faster now. It was no longer the gentle pull it had been — a minute ago? An hour ago? A second ago? It dawned on Pete that time was beginning to lose its rigidity.
The astronaut allowed himself to be guided on a fast track through the shadow’s surrounding disk of orbiting materials; he was the guest of honor at this party of extinction. He looked down at his hands and saw the light being distorted and drained away, into the abyss. Pete knew that if someone were observing the phenomenon, they would not see him, attired in his spacesuit of white. No light would be escaping the rounded clutches of the infinite shadow.
Event horizon, he thought, as his brain was sliced into oblivion. A billion parts of his grey matter screamed in unison. Evnethrzion Enevthzorni Vneetzhirone Tvneeizoenrh Netvneorehizo Votenehroez—
Pete’s final coherent thought was of his wife and his daughter, back home on Earth.
And then Pete felt himself being torn in two. But that wasn’t entirely right. He was becoming two. Simultaneously. He felt it. But the two Petes shared different fates. He was both, and somehow, he was neither. One Pete was incinerated instantaneously — torn apart and shredded into annihilation. It happened so quickly that he felt neither pain nor fear. One moment he was, the next he wasn’t. Pete was gone.
The other Pete was a different story.
***
He came out the other side. But it wasn’t him. Not the same one that had gone in. But it wasn’t an entirelydifferent Pete, either. He felt like a drop of rainwater that had finally joined the ocean; still water, essentially — if you ignored the salt — but ultimately changed forever. Part of something bigger, indecipherable, integrated with everything else. Inseparable from the whole he had now joined.
The first thing he noticed was that he no longer had his old body. The second thing he noticed was that he did have a body of sorts. His body was everything. It took him a moment to register this sensation, but once he clocked it, it all made sense, in a single step. First, there was confusion, then there was complete and utter understanding and acceptance. There was not an in-between.
Pete was floating in nothing. Pete was also the nothingness. He was the vacuum in which he sailed. He was the darkness that surrounded him. The nothingness was overwhelming. He felt hollow at the emptiness inside. He felt stranded as he floated in the absence of everything.
The answers came to him via a drip-feed. The remedies came to him all at once, like a roaring waterfall.
Pete wanted light, and then there was a flare before his non-eyes. Sun, thought the thing that had once been human. The sun looked lonely, so the Pete-thing wanted planets to join it. Rocks appeared in the vacuum, scattered across the plain of darkness. Several collided with each other. Some exploded. Others floated off, for destinations that new-Pete was unconcerned with. Bits and pieces, here and there, began circling the throbbing star.
One of the worlds spinning around the burning ball of gas was thirsty, so the post-Pete-being gave it water. It looked blue and sparkling, as it twisted in the light. Like a marble, suspended in the ether. He also gave the other spheres some resources of their own, but these are closely guarded secrets which I will not spill.
Pete watched as things developed, occasionally putting in a hand here and there when he so wished. Never acting too often, never interfering too infrequently. The answers came to him both immediately and after an infinity, equally from external sources and from within. Now, Pete thought and was told, and then he acted accordingly — often simultaneously with the arrival of the instructions.
Pete tended to the thriving system like a gardener to their plot — planting seeds, watering, pruning, and harvesting. He watched his creations bloom. He watched his creations wither and die. Not everything is destined for a long life, and that is okay, thought Everything, as time unfolded in every direction.
After a time, the small creatures on the tiny blue speck began sending things outward. A few explosions, here and there. These small-scale sparks in the heavens told not-Pete that they were learning. He left them to it, for that was what he was meant to do.
Eventually, they got it right.
After a time, they began sending themselves out, too.
Following an instant and an eternity, Pete was joined by another.
BRICS to Leave UN: What Next?
Is it true that China doesn’t have many friends like the US does? Why?
What friends does the USA have??? The USA has vassal states.
China has more actual friends because China helps them economically:
Over 150 countries participate in the Belt and Road Initiative.
Over 120 counties have China as their largest trading partner.
China respects all nations rather than threatening them with sanctions and war.
When the West hoarded their vaccines during the pandemic, China helped poor countries vaccinate.
China works to bring peace around the world. China brokered an historic peace deal between Iran and Saudi Arabia.
China is leading the world to de-dollarize, freeing them from the tyranny of the US Dollar.
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When you find out that someone has been at the same low paying job for 20 years or more, do you feel sorry for them?
My son has been a caddie at a local country club for almost 20 years. He has a degree in Computer Science. He was required to do an internship to get his degree. At the end, he was offered a permanent job that would put him on the management fast track. His internship, however, convinced him he had pursued the wrong major.
He then went into restaurant management. He hated that, too. His brother, who has a business degree and is a Certified Financial Planner, had been working as a caddy for several years. So, my other son decided to try it out. They both absolutely love the game of golf, being outdoors and having a job they don’t take home with them.
The son who has been a caddie longer has a more winning personality, can converse intelligently about business with his rich customers and is recognized as the best caddie at the country club. He is on pace to make $100,000 this year. The other son makes around $40,000 which is still more than most of the caddies make.
What they do makes them happy. They actually enjoy going to work each and every day unless it is raining. Caddying in the rain is really hard work. I don’t feel sorry for them even though they could have earned so much more. No amount of money will make you like a job you don’t want to do,
Do women even know what they want? Crazy Accurate breakdown & explanation of relationships
This is a very, very good review of Hoe Math. Damn!
What is the nastiest thing you’ve done for revenge?
My very dear friend dated a Russian girl, lets call her Bellarusse, for about six months. She let him take her to every expensive event of the English summer season. Opera, Wimbledon, Henley Regatta as well as lots of theatre, concerts and Michelin star dinners. But never let him so much as kiss her. “These things,” she said, “are deeply frowned upon by my conservative culture.”
Over Christmas, he took her skiing with another couple. Everyone had agreed no gifts, but the day before departure, he was called in a panic by other couple to say Bellarusse had bought him a gift so he’d best go shopping.
He rang me frantic, “what should I get her?”
I don’t know what genius struck, but I immediately said “that is such a quandry, because, in Russia, if a man buys a woman a gift worn against the skin, it implies that they have been intimate and you don’t want to offend her. She’s so conservative. What to get, what to get…”
Oh the things that this excludes; pretty much everything that your average, rapacious golddigger wants: jewellery, scent, handbags, scarves, any clothing at all, fancy soaps and lotions. As the words tumbled out of my mouth, I felt the most beautiful glee.
Not only was she hugely grumpy with her alessi French press coffeemaker, but her gift, was a crappy little matchbox cover, badly painted with a scene of a troika.
Oh and she fell down the slope skiing and broke her nose.
She refused any more dates.
The sad thing is that I can never tell him about my evil genius.
Implications of Trump-Biden “Debate” Are Staggering – for both the USA and the World
OP-ED — I did not get to watch the Trump-Biden Debate last night because I was doing my live radio show while the debate took place. From what I have seen in video snippets, it was an unmitigated DISASTER – for both the United States, and for the world.
What everyone got to see last night is what many of us have known from the beginning: Biden is not running the country because he is incapable of doing so. His lack of mental faculties, likely from Dementia, is unquestionable.
This begs the question “Who is it that’s actually running the country?”
It’s a fair question. During the Debate, Biden could barely formulate a cogent answer to most questions. His frail, rambling, often times non-sensical answers were genuinely sad.
Let me digress for a moment to say that while I did not vote for Biden in 2020, (I voted Trump) and while I do not like Biden as a man or as a politician, I do NOT take any satisfaction in seeing the man so genuinely mentally disabled by age. There, but for the grace of God, goes me.
I don’t wish Biden’s condition on anyone; and it pains me to see the President of our country (even an illegitimate one who occupies office through election fraud as Biden does) so addled, frail, and no longer capable of governing. Yet, that __is__ the situation we all find ourselves in.
The current President of the United States is unable to discharge the duties of his Office. Period. Full stop.
Now, one could argue that Biden’s Cabinet should invoke the Constitution’s 25th Amendment to remove him, but being candid, his Cabinet are such Partisan sycophants, a person has a better chance of being struck by lightning than the Cabinet carrying out its Constitutional role and removing this disabled President.
Then, too, we’re only a few months away from an election and we could probably get-through that time with Biden in this condition — if it weren’t for the fact that Biden’s underlings are so utterly incompetent, so completely ignorant of facts and of history, and so severely lacking in rational judgment, they are quickly moving us toward nuclear World War 3 with Russia over their botched handling of Ukraine.
So where does Biden’s Debate “performance” leave us? In a world of hurt!
The rest of the world got to see Biden, too, last night. And our Adversaries now know, the USA is in no position of power over world events. Our leadership is non-existent.
The Biden underlings have such historical ignorance, are so lacking in logic and rational judgment, adversaries can go do whatever it is they want, and the US will be, at best, sluggish to do anything about it.
The lack of strength projected through last night’s debate, has made the world much more dangerous.
With World War 3 looming as a result of our botched Ukraine policies, and further, as a result of our botched Taiwan approach, and further by our botched Middle East actions (read our slavish devotion to that rinky-dink country, Israel, and its pipsqueak army that seems only competent in dropping 2,000 pound bombs from fighter jets onto unarmed civilians) the continuation of a Biden Administration could literally mean the destruction of our nation and our world. We may not be able to survive until the election!
For me, the absolute worst part of last night’s debate: Polling which said 67% of Americans thought Trump won, while 33% of Americans thought Biden won. To my thinking, that a full 33% of the people in this country, are so incapable of logic, so incapable of discernment, that they thought Biden won, indicates to me that a full third of this nation is literally too stupid to even be considered citizens, never mind shown any respect.
Those 33% are too stupid to even be considered “persons.” There really is no other way to view them, and worse, no hope for them, at all.
In 1933, a beautiful, young Austrian woman took off her clothes for a movie director. She ran through the woods, naked. She swam in a lake, naked. Pushing well beyond the social norms of the period. The most popular movie in 1933 was King Kong. But everyone in Hollywood was talking about that scandalous movie with the gorgeous, young Austrian woman.
Louis B. Mayer, of the giant studio MGM, said she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The film was banned practically everywhere, which of course made it even more popular and valuable. Mussolini reportedly refused to sell his copy at any price.
The star of the film, called “Ecstasy,” was Hedwig Kiesler. She said the secret of her beauty was “to stand there and look stupid.” In reality, Kiesler was anything but stupid. She was a genius. She’d grown up as the only child of a prominent Jewish banker. She was a math prodigy. She excelled at science. As she grew older, she became ruthless, using all the power her body and mind gave her.
Between the sexual roles she played, her tremendous beauty, and the power of her intellect, Kiesler would confound the men in her life including her six husbands, two of the most ruthless dictators of the 20th century, and one of the greatest movie producers in history. Her beauty made her rich for a time. She is said to have made – and spent – $30 million in her life.
But her greatest accomplishment resulted from her intellect, and her invention continues to shape the world we live in today.
You see, this young Austrian starlet would take one of the most valuable technologies ever developed right from under Hitler’s nose. After fleeing to America, she not only became a major Hollywood star, her name sits on one of the most important patents ever granted by the U.S. Patent Office. Today, when you use your cell phone or, over the next few years, as you experience super-fast wireless Internet access (via something called “long-term evolution” or “LTE” technology), you’ll be using an extension of the technology a 20-year-old actress first conceived while sitting at dinner with Hitler.
At the time she made Ecstasy, Kiesler was married to one of the richest men in Austria. Friedrich Mandl was Austria’s leading arms maker. His firm would become a key supplier to the Nazis. Mandl used his beautiful young wife as a showpiece at important business dinners with representatives of the Austrian, Italian, and German fascist forces.
One of Mandl’s favorite topics at these gatherings – which included meals with Hitler and Mussolini – was the technology surrounding radio-controlled missiles and torpedoes.
Wireless weapons offered far greater ranges than the wire-controlled alternatives that prevailed at the time. Kiesler sat through these dinners “looking stupid,” while absorbing everything she heard. As a Jew, Kiesler hated the Nazis. She abhorred her husband’s business ambitions. Mandl responded to his willful wife by imprisoning her in his castle, Schloss Schwarzenau.
In 1937, she managed to escape. She drugged her maid, snuck out of the castle wearing the maid’s clothes and sold her jewelry to finance a trip to London. She got out just in time. In 1938, Germany annexed Austria. The Nazis seized Mandl’s factory. He was half Jewish. Mandl fled to Brazil (later, he became an adviser to Argentina’s iconic populist president, Juan Peron.)
In London, Kiesler arranged a meeting with Louis B. Mayer. She signed a long-term contract with him, becoming one of MGM’s biggest stars. She appeared in more than 20 films. She was a co-star to Clark Gable, Judy Garland, and even Bob Hope. Each of her first seven MGM movies was a blockbuster. But Kiesler cared far more about fighting the Nazis than about making movies.
At the height of her fame, in 1942, she developed a new kind of communications system, optimized for sending coded messages that couldn’t be “jammed.” She was building a system that would allow torpedoes and guided bombs to always reach their targets. She was building a system to kill Nazis.
By the 1940s, both the Nazis and the Allied forces were using the kind of single frequency radio-controlled technology Kiesler’s ex-husband had been peddling. The drawback of this technology was that the enemy could find the appropriate frequency and “jam” or intercept the signal, thereby interfering with the missile’s intended path.
Kiesler’s key innovation was to “change the channel.” It was a way of encoding a message across a broad area of the wireless spectrum. If one part of the spectrum was jammed, the message would still get through on one of the other frequencies being used. The problem was, she could not figure out how to synchronize the frequency changes on both the receiver and the transmitter. To solve the problem, she turned to perhaps the world’s first techno-musician, George Anthiel.
Anthiel was an acquaintance of Kiesler who achieved some notoriety for creating intricate musical compositions. He synchronized his melodies across twelve player pianos, producing stereophonic sounds no one had ever heard before. Kiesler incorporated Anthiel’s technology for synchronizing his player pianos. Then, she was able to synchronize the frequency changes between a weapon’s receiver and its transmitter. On August 11, 1942, U.S. Patent No. 2,292,387 was granted to Antheil and “Hedy Kiesler Markey,” which was Kiesler’s married name at the time.
Most of you won’t recognize the name Kiesler. And no one would remember the name Hedy Markey. But it’s a fair bet than anyone reading this post of a certain age, will remember one of the great beauties of Hollywood’s golden age – Hedy Lamarr. That’s the name Louis B. Mayer gave to his prize actress. That’s the name his movie company made famous.
Almost no one knows Hedwig Kiesler – a/k/a Hedy Lamarr – was one of the great pioneers of wireless communications. Her technology was developed by the U.S. Navy, which has used it ever since.
You are probably using Lamarr’s technology, too. Her patent sits at the foundation of “spread spectrum technology,” which you use every day when you log on to a wi-fi network or make calls with your Bluetooth-enabled phone. It lies at the heart of the massive investments being made right now in so-called fourth-generation “LTE” wireless technology. This next generation of cell phones and cell towers will provide tremendous increases to wireless network speed and quality, by spreading wireless signals across the entire available spectrum. This kind of encoding is only possible using the kind of frequency switching that Hedwig Kiesler invented.
China has Trumped the U.S. in Australia: Make Wealth, not War
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Benny Fazio Criminal Mastermind – The Sopranos
Why can’t the US defeat the Houthis? This will inevitably embolden China to attack Taiwan by leading China to believe the US is a paper felis catus.
China already knows the military capability of USA.
No need of the “help” from Houthis.
There were many standoffs between Chinese & US warships & warplanes near China. Testing each other’s military capability.
At each standoff, it was USA who left the scene first.
The latest one was in SCSea near Xianbin reef. Two US aircraft carriers were close-by. One near Xianbin & one near Taiwan.
PH has 2 coastguards trying to illegally occupy the reef just like their junk ship at Ren’ai reef.
China orders to detain trespassers & sent 3 10000-ton destroyers there. US Roosevelt aircraft carrier left the area.
China knows USA very well. Dont worry.
What is your opinion on the Malaysian government’s use of the Sedition Act to silence the voices of human rights defenders?
We must understand …
1, every country has laws to suppress sedition. No country tolerates sedition. Malaysia is not alone.
2, USA is notorious to use human rights as a tool to instigate sedition in other country.
Human Right Watch is directly or indirectly funded by US government. It works for US government,
3, After WW2, from 1946-2001, in 55 years, there were 248 wars around the globe. 201 of them ie 82% were instigated by USA. In 240+ years since US independence, there were only 16 years when USA was not in a war. Worse, it is US vassals who shed blood & lose life for USA.
Other than war, USA would instigate countless unrest eg protests, riots & coups in other countries.
Thru unrest/war, USA controls other government & resource/economy. It is neo-colonisation without occupying other’s land.
In short, US-instigated unrest/wars are about money & power/dominance of USA. Nothing to do with righteous.
USA has many tools to use: HR, democracy, freedom, religion, corruption of other’s government & more. Even laundry detergent (biochem weapon) can be used.
4, Malaysia is pro-China. It wants economic collaboration with China so as to boost its economy. It also wants China’s help in infrastructure to modernise its country. It wants to join BRICS.
All these are no-no’s in the eye of USA. Hence, when USA scolds Malaysia for HR violation, do your own homework to see if USA is behind the scene.
5, lastly. the crime of sedition is bigger than suppression of freedom of speech.
UN Charter empowers states to reduce fulfillment of HR obligation in cases where the state must protect the integrity of its territory. In short, a state can ignore HR when comes to protecting its country from sedition.
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What are some dark truths that have made you stronger?
Nobody cares about you, your plans, your goals, or your little dramas. So stop pretending they do, or getting upset when they don’t.
When it comes to reaching your goals, discipline is more important than motivation. If you don’t have discipline, you’ll never stick to anything.
You are the only person capable of changing your life; no one can do that for you. The easiest way to change yourself is to change the things you do each day.
The biggest threat to your progression in life isn’t something or someone around you; it’s you.
The key to a successful life lies not in what you know, but in what you do with what you know.
Failure is just a stepping stone on the road to success.
You can’t change the past, but you can still fuck up your future if you repeat it.
Success is not about what you accomplish, it’s about who you become in the process.
Your comfort zone is a barren place. Nothing ever grows there.
Anything in life worth achieving will not be easy to get. If it were, everyone would get what they wanted. Most people give up on their goals when things become too difficult. Don’t be like most people.
Can you tell me about a time that you sued someone in civil court and won?
In 2016 my then-fiancée (now wife) and I rented a commercial property for our e-waste recycling business. It was the back half of a former 1930’s era gas station/garage in Magna, UT. It was Perfect for what we do, all the needed electric outlets, 3-phase power, lots of room.
HOWEVER, when we tried to get our business license the building failed the inspection (severe structural deficiencies, including improperly supported roof beams and a door cut through a load-bearing wall without a proper header installed) and we were ordered to close down… so we told the landlord we were moving and considered the lease broken due to fraud.
Rather than accepting the situation and repairing the building he chose to start and eviction and sue us for treble damages (claiming $50,000). We counter sued for our moving costs and lost revenue based on “fraud in the inducement”.
His attorney played dirty, including falsely claiming that one hearing had been cancelled and then trying to get the judge to issue a summary judgment when our attorney failed to appear (he had trusted to professional courtesy and believed the opposing counsel). THAT got shot down because my wife and I WERE there and I handled our part of things.
Then, in a subsequent hearing opposing counsel moved for summary judgment against us because “They have not provided proof that they did not damage my client’s property”. YES, he requested proof of a negative.
One of their arguments to defend against our countersuit was to claim that they had not properly served us with an eviction because they did not know our home address (Utah requires service at both the business and tenant’s home address in a commercial eviction). That was an obvious lie because our home address was clearly printed on the lease. They also claimed that we never had permission to run a business out of the space, which was another lie… since a Business license in Salt Lake County requires a notarized document from the landlord declaring that a business was allowed.
They made mistakes in court filings, putting the wrong names on court documents, the wrong COURT on the same documents, and including private information from another case in our subpoenaed discovery.
FINALLY, the judge ordered depositions… our landlord showed up and “couldn’t remember” the answer to any questions, and what he did “remember” was all lies. When shown documents with his signature he said he didn’t remember signing them.
In the end, rather than us paying HIM $50,000 he paid us (our attorneys, more like) $18,000.
Our paltry share of that settlement bought me my 1995 F150.
Douglas MacGregor Unmask: ‘Hard Unavoidable Truth’ About Ukraine War – NATO being Stage Four Cancer
Back in the 1980’s there was a very popular medicine that people took recreationally. It was called a Quaalude.
Methaqualone, known as Quaaludes, is a synthetic compound similar to barbiturates. It affects the central nervous system by inducing a sedative state. Quaaludes gained popularity during the 1960s to the 1980s as a recreational drug in the United States until the Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA) banned its usage.
It was initially developed as a sleeping pill, but if you can shake off the initial sleepiness, you end up getting the most euphoric high, that I have ever experienced.
Really.
Outstanding.
Quaaludes ad from the 1970s
I only took it once. I wish that I would have taken it more often, but it was banned shortly afterwards, and access went to zero.
One of the reasons why the 1970’s were so funky was partly due to Quaaludes. The high you got from this pill was unlike anything else.
All you wanted to do was be funky, talk, have fun and dance.
Quaaludes
But, you all know, that was decades ago. Noe, I do not advise using or taking any kind of recreational drugs aside from wine and an occasional cigarette. But, some memories are so precious. In fact one of my favorite memories was being on Quaaludes and trying to get into a disco.
Alas we couldn’t get in as my buddy wasn’t wearing proper shoes. But the girls in the disco sure as hell wanted me to.
Now, I do not advocate taking drugs. Aside from some wine and an occasional cigarette or two, I’d advise not harming yourself. But occasional use, with special people that you trust can create special and magical times that are noteworthy and special.
Thus my story.
Oh, it was crazy, but something about being silly, and not drunk… talkative and friendly, and not shy… and the loss of inhibitions really made me a most popular man. I could of had many bedroom adventures were I to enjoy the disco lifestyle of the 1970’s. Oh those days.
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Here’s someone else’s opinion…
Mmmmm, ‘Ludes…num-num, num-num, num!
Come to pappa! Boy, these kids taday have no idea what they missed out on.Quaaludes were an extremely popular party drug of the mid-70's, early 80's, and consisted of 300mg of methaqualone, an extremely powerful sedative and hypnotic, originally marketed in the US by Rorer Pharmaceuticals. In addition to the popular street name “ludes", they were also known as Rorer 714's, and eventually Lemmon 714's.Yes, they were prescribed for sleep, but taken in the right dosage, the individual would lose their inhibitions. They would tend to become very chatty and since everything in the 70's was either about sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll, Ludes had all of those bases covered.I was fortunate to have had two very generous friends that had legitimate prescriptions for them but, barring that, they'd sell for about two bucks a piece, if you knew the right people.There were a couple of problems with Ludes. First, they became so popular and controversial, Rorer decided the liability wasn't worth it and sold the patent to Lemmon Pharmaceuticals in 1978.
Overdosing on Ludes became notorious because the individual would lapse into a coma followed by central nervous system collapse. And, because the drug was fat soluble, there wouldn't be much you could do for the individual in the way of flushing it out of the body.
They would also go on to become a notorious date rape drug, as well as Bill Cosby's preferred method of attracting unwilling victims.
In 1982 due to its wide spread abuse it was taken off the market and, in 1984 the DEA would reclassify Quaaludes as a Schedule 1 narcotic, putting into the same category of drugs as heroin and ecstacy.
I could of…
But I didn’t.
Ah, maybe that was a good thing. Things could have gone really bad, really quickly. But I did have a taste. And, you know what?
"Our countries share traditional bonds of friendship and have forged a comprehensive strategic partnership.
We have always been keen to express our deep gratitude for the assistance and support we received from the Russian people in the past, when we were fighting for our independence, as well as at the current stage in the development of our country.
Vietnam follows an independent, self-reliant, peaceful, friendly, and multifaceted foreign policy, and has always viewed Russia as one of its priority foreign policy partners.
We want to work with Russia to further enhance our traditional friendship, which results from the constructive efforts by many generations of our two countries’ leaders and their people."
Excerpt from statements by Vietnamese President Tô Lâm during the joint press conference with Russian President Vladimir Putin following their talks, Hanoi, June 20, 2024.
NASA decided to launch the Starliner despite the discovery of five different helium leaks in its thruster system. Now those helium leaks might endanger the lives of the astronauts on the return flight. Here’s a quote from the article:
Two NASA astronauts who rode to orbit on Boeing’s Starliner are currently stranded in space aboard the International Space Station (ISS) after engineers discovered numerous issues with the Boeing spacecraft. Teams on the ground are now racing to assess Starliner’s status.
Astronauts Butch Wilmore and Suni Williams were originally scheduled to return to Earth on June 13 after a week on the ISS, but their stay has been extended for a second time due to the ongoing issues. The astronauts will now return home no sooner than June 26th, according to NASA.
After years of delays, Boeing’s Starliner capsule successfully blasted off on its inaugural crewed flight from Florida’s Cape Canaveral Space Force Station at 10:52 a.m. EDT on June 5. But during the 25-hour flight, engineers discovered five separate helium leaks to the spacecraft’s thruster system.
Now, to give engineers time to troubleshoot the faults, NASA has announced it will push back the perilous return flight, extending the crew’s stay on the space station to at least three weeks.
“We’ve learned that our helium system is not performing as designed,” Mark Nappi, Boeing’s Starliner program manager, said at a news conference on June 18. “Albeit manageable, it’s still not working like we designed it. So we’ve got to go figure that out.”
A simple glaze over ham makes for an easy special occasion meal.
apricot glazed ham2
Prep: 10 min | Bake: 1 hr 30 min | Yield: 20 servings
Ingredients
5 pound fully cooked whole boneless ham
1/3 cup firmly packed brown sugar
1 tablespoon cornstarch
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon cloves
2/3 cup apricot nectar
2 tablespoons lemon juice
Instructions
Place ham on rack in a shallow roasting pan. Bake, uncovered, in a 325 degrees F oven for 1 1/4 hours or until meat thermometer registers 140 degrees F (about 15 to 18 minutes per pound.)
For the glaze, in a small saucepan combine brown sugar, cornstarch, nutmeg and cloves.
Stir in apricot nectar and lemon juice. Cook over medium heat until thickened and bubbly, stirring constantly.
Brush ham with glaze. Continue baking for 15-20 minutes more, brushing occasionally with glaze.
Scott Ritter: NATO in BIG TROUBLE After Crossing Russia’s Red Line, Putin and China Brace for War
One of Scott’s best videos. Well worth the time to watch.
Junko Furuta was a Japanese schoolgirl who suffered 40 days of unimaginable torture at the hands of her classmates before dying on January 4th, 1989. After she rejected the school bully, Hiroshi Miyano, she was taken by 4 boys to the home of one of the kidnappers, Nobaharu Minato. All in all, over 100 people knew of her abduction; none did anything to help, and several joined in the torture.
According to their statements in court, the four boys tortured Junko relentlessly, to such an extent that her face was so swollen she was virtually unrecognisable, she lost bladder control (and was beaten for wetting the carpet), and her body developed a rotting smell.
The torture included:
Rape — Junko was raped over 400 times over the course of 40 days. Many of these rapes were gang-rape, and the four boys’ friends were invited to join in and humiliate her. Over 100 different men are alleged to have participated in rape at some point. She was naked for most of her imprisonment and forced to masturbate in front of her captors. Some of the boys urinated on her, and she was forced to drink her own urine.
Vaginal mutilation — iron bars, scissors, needles, skewers, a bulb, fireworks, cigarettes and lighters amongst other foreign objects were forced into her vagina and anus, causing severe burning and damage. Additionally, she forcibly had her breasts pierced with sewing needles and one of her nipples was torn off.
Beatings — she was beaten regularly, and sometimes strapped up as a human punching bag. The boys used clubs, rods and bamboo sticks to punish her for displeasing them.
Freezing — after pleading to die, she was locked outside overnight (bear in mind this was in winter), and later locked in a freezer.
Burning — this is believed to be the ultimate cause of her death. She suffered severe burns from the aforementioned lighters and fireworks. When she tried to call the police, she was doused in lighter fluid and her body was set on fire. Somehow she survived, but was killed by another body fire on the 40th day of imprisonment.
The boys reportedly dropped barbells and an iron exercise ball on her stomach, which was partly responsible for the lost bladder control, along with the damage to her genitals.
Hiroshi was sentenced for 20 years, and the other main captors received 5–10 years each. Most of them were subsequently arrested again for various crimes, including rape and fraud. They were aged 17–18 at the time; Junko was 17.
Had the captors been slightly older, they almost certainly would have received life imprisonment or the death penalty. The case is considered controversial due to their lenient sentences, and I can see why.
If 99% of people find you unattractive, 78,000,000 people still find you attractive.
One of the worst parts of having mental health issues is that you’re seemingly required to have a breakdown in order for people to understand how hard you were trying to hold yourself together.
The fact that Jellyfish have survived for 650 million years despite having no brain gives hope to many people.
Dogs must be notorious in the animal kingdom for being the closest ally of the deadliest species ever to inhabit earth.
At some point in your life, an attractive person passed by you and regretted not talking to you.
Why is “Sean” pronounced as “Shawn” instead of “Seen” but “Dean” is pronounced “Deen” instead of “Dawn”
At some point in your childhood you and your friends went outside to play one last time, but you never knew it.
Cutting corners creates more corners.
Why are there no pizza drive-thrus?!
To know the ones that are worth your love, first you have to love the ones who are not.
The scariest part of growing up is realizing many adults are clueless; life is based more on luck than knowledge.
Larry Johnson REVEALS: U.S. Missiles Strike Deep Inside Russia, NATO in Danger, The World at Stake
Yuppur. The USA is actively fighting Russia. There is no way that Ukrainians are aiming and guiding these missiles.
When my ex left, she went out of her way to be as cruel as possible about the whole process.
It was taking us some time to disentangle our living situation, finances, etc. My approach was that we were both adults who had at one point held affection for each other, so we might as well be as grown up as possible about the situation. I tried to be fair, and to give ground on things that meant more to her than to me – particularly as I earned more so would find it easier to relace anything she took.
She took the opposite approach. It wasn’t just that she tried to take everything she wanted. She took things simply because I wanted them. On the day she moved out, she packed up my washing line, despite the fact she was moving to a house with no garden. I let it go as not worth the hassle to fight her.
As might be expected after a 5-year relationship, there were some connections we hadn’t managed to untangle before leaving day, so from time to time I needed to get in touch – for example, to tell her I was no longer paying for her car insurance, and that she’d have to sort it out for herself. She continued to be obstructive, and to request that I cease all contact with her. I was tearing my hair out, trying to do the right thing but being knocked back rudely at every turn.
It was then that a good friend introduced me to what she called the ‘Princess Bride defence’:
“As you wish.”
It was the last text I sent to her. Thereafter, any time I found one of her sentimental possessions in the back of a cupboard, it went straight to a charity shop. When important-looking letters marked “URGENT” arrived addressed to her, I returned them as undelivered – at my convenience, after a few days. When I was asked to pass a potential teaching opportunity on to her, I said that wouldn’t be possible. When Christmas cards from her extended family arrived (addressed to both of us) I shredded them. She didn’t hear from me again.
I know several people that are inbred right now. Normally I wouldn’t have any contact with these folks, but I am a firefighter in a very rural area, and I answer a lot of medical calls. I have some very very gross stories I could tell, but I will spare you the details as it is pretty disgusting and depressing. One thing I will say is that some of these families that are really inbred have an inbred look. I can’t really put my finger on what it is, but their eyes just look a little different. I don’t judge these folks at all, after all they’re just people. They’re really victims, they didn’t ask for this.
I was a reserve deputy back in the early 90s, and I went to a call where we arrested a man who had just gotten out of prison , and he went and attempted to rape two of his cousins, and successfully completed the act with one. From the description of the crimes , it seemed like the guy was completely compulsive.
As we turned off a long country road down a long dirt road to make the arrest, I saw poverty that I had never seen in America. There were people in mobile homes with no electric and broken windows and homemade steps. Most rural areas are full of pretty normal people, but this pocket of the woods had a family that was inbreeding for a long time, and some of them looked very strange. I went to the back of the house in case the guy tried to run while two other deputies went into the house to make the arrest. One very old lady in a ripped T-shirt with no bra gave me the worst hate stare I have ever seen, she just stared at me with a one eye bigger than the other inbred silent angry glare. Amongst all this, a very sweet , nice 5-year-old girl came up and asked what I was doing. I told her we were arresting a bad guy. Just then the two deputies came out with the rapist, and he was the most normal looking guy there. He was a studious looking guy with wire rim glasses and nice clothes. He was also the father of that little girl who I just talked to. She started wailing with the saddest cries you’d ever hear and threw a stick at me. It was one of the most heartbreaking things I’ve ever seen up till that point.
Incidents like this made me realize why the deputies I rode with were so cynical. They often saw the worst in people.
It wasn’t long after this that I decided to join the fire department instead of law enforcement. After 30 years in the fire department, I have seen a lot of strange things, but that call still sticks out my mind as being very sad. I think I remember it because it was the first time I’d been exposed to that level of poverty, indifference and craziness.
If you have read this far in my story, thank you. I do actually have some upbeat news. Social services have drastically improved in my area, I haven’t been to a house full of kids with no lights and no heat in quite a few years. I think it has been close to 20 years since I have been to a 14-year-old on her second pregnancy. Things have gotten much better.
Douglas Macgregor: Iran & Turkey join Russia, North Korea sent Nuclear Bombs after Meeting Putin
He’s speaking truth. Damn. The USA just ain’t ready.
I adopted two children from Russia. One was 20 months old, and the other was about 4 years old. This is my qualification to speak on the subject. Sadly, Russia no longer adopts children to the US, because we sanctioned one of Putin’s friends.
The fact of the matter is that it is easier to fly all the way around the world two times, like an astronaut, to get a child in Russia, than it is to adopt a child in the US State of Washington (and presumably other U.S. states).
Russia is a place that has the kind of economic chaos that makes relatively high-quality babies available for adoption. Too many Russians can’t keep their children, and Russians do not, as a rule, adopt their own orphans. The Russian authorities are not afraid to take a child away from failed parents, so the child has likely only suffered a few months of neglect. The US, by contrast, has a strong tradition of parental rights, so it takes years to remove a child.
In the US, many children are born to meth users, so that their brains are irretrievably fried. Heroin is the drug of choice in Russia, which, while horrible for the parents, is not so bad (as meth) on a fetus’s physiology.
When you return home from Russia with a child, that child belongs to you. It is your adopted child. Period, end of story. By contrast, children in Washington State are generally not legally free to adopt when they are placed in your home. That means you are only a foster parent, with few rights. For the next couple of years, if your new baby’s crack-whore mother or jailbird father cleans up their act, even temporarily, they can yank your baby away and back to its previous life of neglect and abuse. Imagine having to tell your other children that their forever-brother or sister is not home when they return from school, because it unexpectedly went back to its birth-parents.
Now tell me you think it’s strange that people do international adoptions.
The badlands had ceased expanding, and there was just enough food to support one or two researchers—well, maybe only one—and that would be me.
The bishop had his hands full. A guard saw me into his office, and the bishop sat waiting behind a huge, salvaged desk between us.
The desk, a marvel, held my gaze. Its rich, brown hue was a testament to its unique origin, a strange wood with a veneer of such smoothness, partially burned away, creating a mesmerizing play of colors. I couldn’t help but wonder about the lives that were risked to retrieve such a treasure.
“You are?” he said, not looking up. Now, if it were up to me, I would fall on my knees and kiss his ecclesiastical ring, listen to his blessings, and wait for benediction. Such was my upbringing, which I had only known since…forever. To be in his presence was an honor granted to so few.
But I must answer him! Yet remembering my very name seemed an extraneous and worthless undertaking.
“Thomas Cranwell, to commoners excluded from knowing my ecclesial rank,” I said, finally.
“Why do you exclude yourself?” he asked again, without looking up from whatever was absorbing him. “Are you not to work for the extension of the Kingdom of God?”
“It is for an uncommon request. Permission to attend at Bradwell,” I practically whispered.
That got his attention. I am asking for something forbidden. To speak of Bradwell and the treasures of antiquity that it contained was to invite suspicion.
Myths, stories, and legends about the sacrifices made to build Bradwell many generations ago were a staple around campfires at night. After the cataclysm and before the new orientation, the building of Bradwell took place in a time so dark that our present darkness looked light by comparison. Yet I was convinced that understanding our past would help build our future!
I threw caution to the wind. Before I knew what I was doing, I was kneeling before him, seeking his hand to kiss his ring, even as I could not see that the guard had moved to strike me from behind.
“Stay your hand!” the bishop ordered. “What have we here? A search for knowledge at any cost?”
“Only a fool who seeks to serve, Your Excellency!” My tears were so copious that if I looked at him, I imagined he would send me off straight away. He laid his hand on my head.
“Thomas, I’ll inquire about your character. Send me your references and bid me a good day!”
#
I had to work while I waited. Luckily for me, I had learned a trade as a metal scavenger. It was considered a low occupation, but it was necessary since the metal that never rusts could no longer be made and was highly prized. However, my unusual request made people suspicious of me. Even the scraps I found in the well-combed hills and valleys surrounding Urhan fetched such low prices that I began to starve. Being without family and friends in any place was inviting death into your life. I hoped I would not have to wait long for the bishop to answer!
When news came that the bishop had approved my request, I now had a servant, David, a protection seal on paper, no less, and a stipend. The bishop’s generosity quite shocked me. Was he an antiquarian? Even if only in secret? I couldn’t account for my good fortune otherwise.
We hastened to start our journey. David was young—only sixteen—yet enthusiastic and uncommonly curious. When I told David we were off to Bradwell, he jumped for joy! I warned him to conserve his strength. It would be a long and challenging journey, even for one like himself. Besides, he was to support me, such as I was.
Upon leaving Urhan, David removed his sandals and shook the dust off them, motioning me to do the same.
“A curse on any who did not help us!” he shouted with glee.
This made me angry. “You hardly know what it is, you ask!” I said. “We have nothing but what we carry—nothing at all. It could be that a curse has been laid on us! Mind your place, boy!”
David’s eyes fell, and he began to weep. “Forgive me, Father, he said.
“It is your youth and inexperience that speaks,” I answered. “The world is larger than we know!”
#
We arrived at Urhan Station, a smaller community composed almost entirely of humbler folk, primarily farmers. I was not incardinated anywhere in the Urhan region. I thought it proper to approach the local magistrate to inform him of our presence and request leave to be accommodated for at least one night, perhaps two. Upon reviewing my documents, I was permitted to stay, provided I sought provisions in the local market and remained at the local inn. This I was happy to do.
Thank God news had not spread about my mission. It was a relief to be treated courteously for once, and I relished the opportunity to rest and regain my strength.
David was enraptured by the many sights of Urhan Station, which he had never visited before, even though it was only twenty miles from where he lived.
“Father, shall we hear Mass today?” he inquired.
“Certainly!” I replied.
We soon happened upon the parish church, a quaint, quite old stucco and wood structure dating back to the earliest days of the Urhan region’s reconstruction. Even today, the church outshone the other various dwellings, which were much more bare and plain-looking. A bell rang out, calling the populace to prayer. The church was soon filled.
I was struck by Father Bruno, the priest who said Mass. His intensely blue eyes and reputation for knowing people’s sins without being told drew many visitors for confession, even from Urhan proper. I feared he would somehow know of our mission, so I hung back in one of the back pews.
When Mass was over, and we had finished our Thanksgiving prayers, he strode right to the back of the church to see me, calling me by name, although we had never met.
“Father Cranwell! Know you, not your duty! To serve God! It is not your place to seek that which God has destroyed!”
He said this so loudly that David prostrated himself at his feet, weeping and begging forgiveness. I was stunned, and when Father Bruno had left, and I regained my composure, it was plain that we would have to leave Urhan Station; the sooner, the better.
David wept incessantly. On the one hand, he knew he might fall prey to ruffians or dire circumstances, being alone without my support. Yet, given his religious upbringing, he could not ignore Father Bruno’s words, and I would not contradict a fellow priest, so I released David from his obligation to me.
I did this with a heavy heart, wondering if I would survive long enough to arrive at Bradwell without David’s support. Yet I had to think of what was best for the boy.
“You are free to leave,” I said as we left Urhan Station.
“Where will I go?” he asked.
“Don’t you have a family to return to?”
“Family? My family is the church. I am an orphan!”
With this, I stopped to look at him. David was in tears again. I was nearly beside myself with grief, too. It was clear that he could not make a decision.
“Come with me, and you will no longer be an orphan but a son to me!” I said, wiping both his and my own tears.
#
We were quite clearly approaching the badlands. Strange, disfigured animals approached us, peering out from the undergrowth. David readied his slingshot, and I, my staff.
“I could hit one!” David exulted.
“Let us pass by the side,” I answered. Thus, we took detours through thick brambles to avoid these “denizens of hell,” as the common folk called them.
The road, too, became more rutted and overgrown. Signs warned us not to go further, though the further we went, the more rotted they appeared, like the people who erected them had passed on or failed to maintain them.
We had to sleep in the open air in a shelter we could make from branches and sticks. It began to rain. I had heard of the constant rain in the heart of the badlands, soaking you through and through. We knew not to drink from the fetid swamps that threatened to overwhelm the road, which now resembled more of a simple path than a road.
“Is God punishing us?” David asked after a tough night when I coughed more than I slept. “Isn’t it clear we shouldn’t be here?” he continued. He was throwing stones into the swamp, a look of defeat on his face.
“Hush now and trust,” I said. We have not come all this way to die now!”
But I wondered how much more we could take, wearied to the bone from the dampness and privations caused by a lack of food and good sleep, never mind the constant fear of what might happen if we grew inattentive or were unlucky.
After three days, the path abruptly stopped at a ruined habitation. No one was home, and it looked like no one had been there for some time. After my brave words to David, my heart sank. Where to now to Bradwell?
Had I fallen prey to pride? It was Father Bruno’s words that echoed in my mind.
I sank to my knees and wept.
I could have died there and then and been happy to meet my maker, poor, alone, a sinner in need of redemption. It was David who came to my rescue.
He bounded into my view even though I lay prone in the muck and filth in those last few steps on the path to nowhere.
“Look, Father!” He helped me up. “Come over here! Do you see it? Up on the hill!”
My poor eyes were unaccustomed to focusing at such a distance, yet I could just make out a building built on a hill. Was it a monastery?
I could see it shining like a beacon, a bright sheen off what looked like stout walls as we hobbled closer, David supporting me with every step I took.
#
By some magic I had never seen before, the gate to the monastery slid open to reveal a monk dressed in a black tunic. He did not speak, only motioning to us to follow him. A Benedictine? I had never seen one before.
The monk’s tunic hung loosely over his body, stopping only at his ankles. He wore a rectangular piece of cloth over his shoulders called a scapular that appeared to be made of wool. When he turned to lead us to the community, I noticed his cowl limp and unused, the sun only beginning to make its presence known.
It was an edifying experience to see such calm and serene purpose in this one monk who neither sought nor cared for our taking any notice of him whatsoever.
We climbed some hewn stone stairs to such a height! It was utterly exhausting. I had to stop frequently to catch my breath, but I could still reach a portico, the sun clothed with refracted light through the most marvelous stained glass, again as something I had never seen before. I reached out to touch it, causing the light to fall in a sudden dazzling brilliance as if moved by unseen hands. I wanted to stop and question the monk about how light could be so liquid yet impervious to my understanding!
But he moved ever onward, not looking back.
We reached a stolid door of massive weight, again opening at a mere touch! What I presumed to be the abbot greeted us.
The abbot wore a black cappa, which is a full-length cloak over his tunic. He also wore a ring, which he held out to me.
I collapsed before I could kiss his ring, and from what David told me later, I hit my head on the stone floor, losing consciousness.
#
I awoke in an infirmary, or what looked like one. David was so happy to see me come to my senses. He looked fatigued as if he had been waiting a long time by my side, sitting on a wicker chair next to an untouched tray of food on a small table.
“Eat, father!” he said, his voice catching him unawares like he had not spoken for hours. Then, he cleared his throat and looked as if he might cry.
I had more important things on my mind. “What of the…abbot?” I gasped as I reached for a plain, remarkably shaped glass containing a liquid I did not recognize.
David handed it to me. “He never spoke to me. After you collapsed, two monks carried you here. Will you get well, Father?” he pleaded.
“God willing!” I said. You are so faithful to me; how can it be otherwise?” I joked, but then I frowned. “But there is much to discuss…” I said as I tried to get out of bed.
“Not until you are well!” David commanded. “Eat!”
#
The days went swiftly by. A monk with remarkable medical knowledge examined me. And there was so much food! So much more than I was used to.
Then, several days later, another monk with such bright eyes came to get me. This one was not unassuming or silent. He was talkative, so much so that I wondered if he was a monk or a commoner dressed in monk attire!
“Know you, not your duty!” I exclaimed at one point amid his chatter.
He rounded on me, his confident air dissipating as air escapes a putrid cask.
“Know you, not yours?” he replied. With that, we both fell into sullen silence. He then led me to see the abbot.
#
It was as before. This time, I kissed the abbot’s ring and returned to standing before him in what looked like the chapter house, a meeting room where the community would gather to conduct business.
Gazing about, I saw things on shelves I had never seen before. Whether they were functional or not escaped me; some seemed to be parts of other, larger objects. Here and there, you could see these recognizable parts protruding. But I was not given leave to stare at these unusual artifacts for long.
“You and your servant are welcome to stay with us!” the abbot announced. “I have made inquiries, and the bishop of Urhan diocese has vouched for you. The bishop was once a monk at this very place! What exactly have you come here to do?”
“Father Abbot, I wish to conduct research.”
“By all means, let us visit the scriptorium and the library!”
Again, there was light that I had never seen before.
In a wonder of wonders, I was led into the scriptorium, where monks sat at tables reading words that appeared and disappeared on pages filled with light, with no visible candles.
Then, many books in unknown languages were in the library, with pictures not drawn or painted of such wonders as I could scarcely describe! Many of these books were burned, and some could not be read. Still, everything was neatly stored and accounted for.
“Why not let everyone see these wonders,” I asked.
The Abbot was taken aback. “Do you believe that the people would comprehend that we were once prosperous, but now we are poor only because of a war of unimaginable fury as if the very wrath of God enveloped everything? This is knowledge for only a select few!”
The Abbot, setting aside his vows, embraced me and continued speaking for what seemed like a very long time.
“You need hardly wonder! Was it not always so? Monks preserved knowledge, whether of religion or not, that would have been lost otherwise in past times. We do so today, as always. Forever, until the end of time itself!”
So began my new life. Father Bruno could remind the people of what went wrong, and I would now discover why.
I was at the pool, having just finished with my morning workout. I was drying off and noticed I had gotten a new text from one of my friends.
OMG are you okay??! I saw the crash!!
I froze in confusion. Reread the text. Tried to wrap my mind around it before coming to my senses and quickly punching in her number.
One ring, two. “Pick up, pick up!”
She answers, breathless. “Rachel! Are you okay? Please tell me no one is hurt!”
“What do you mean? I’m at the pool!”
The line goes dead silent. I can hear her breaths on the other side, raspy and shocked. My heart pounding wildly against my chest.
Then, “There was an accident, I saw your mom in the car. It’s bad.”
I swear my heart stopped. For a moment, everything blurred. I had no idea there was a crash. I had no idea what was going on.
For a second, thoughts of losing my mother crashed through my brain and I wanted to be sick.
My friend told me the car had been t-boned (hit from the side). She said it looked bad, that our car had been dented-in and she saw medics pulling my mom out. I remember my heart feeling like a knife was cutting through, tears blurring my eyes.
I thanked her, hung up, and quickly called my mom. I think I called her four or five times before someone answered.
My father.
If you haven’t read my past answers, my father and I have a rocky relationship. But I still wasn’t prepared for his words.
He told me to stop calling, that everything was fine. He wouldn’t tell me if she was alright, or what had happened, just to stop calling. He hung up.
Needless to say, I was pissed and scared out of my mind. I called another six or seven times before my mom finally answered.
And she was alright.
She was bruised, crying, and shaken, but she was alive. And in that moment, that was all that mattered.
But hearing that something had happened, that she had been in an accident, had almost stopped my heart. Those have definitely been the most terrifying words I have ever heard: “I saw your mom in the car. It’s bad.”
As a Chinese guy who has lived many years in America, I’ve got the answer for you, but I’m pretty sure you won’t believe me and think I’m ridiculous:
China actually has a lot more freedom of speech than the US or other western countries.
Ok, now please allow me to explain:
In China, we certainly do not have the freedom to criticize Chinese government, IN PUBLIC. That’s pretty much the only thing you can’t do. (we talk shit about them ALL the time in private daily conversations.)
Other than that, you can say pretty much anything you want in China.
However, when I was in the US, I feel suffocate because there’s a lot of things I couldn’t talk about, or I couldn’t say my real opinions. Everything needs to be political correct. You certainly can say your government is a piece of shit, but that’s not what freedom of speech is. You can’t talk about xxxxxxxx, xxxxxx, xxxxxxx, xxxxxx, xxxxxxx, etc… When I was there, I had to be extremely careful about what I say, even in daily conversations. There’re so many chains, not free at all.
I think you guys know what I’m talking about.
Cajun Style Holiday Ham
Ready to experience the holidays Cajun style? Bring in some Louisiana Cajun flavor to your holiday dinner with Slap Ya Mama’s Cajun Style Holiday Ham complete with our famous original blend and seafood boil seasoning. Say goodbye to traditional holiday meals because our recipe will keep you wanting more year round!
cajun style holiday ham
Ingredients
1 (8 pound) picnic ham
12 ounces Coke
1 pound Slap Ya Mama Seafood Boil
Slap Ya Mama Original Blend Seasoning, to taste
Instructions
Fill a large pot halfway with water and pour in Slap Ya Mama Seafood Boil. Bring to a boil and place ham into the pot. Boil for approximately 1 hour.
Remove ham and let drain and cool.
Heat over at 400 degrees F. Trim top skin from ham leaving a little fat. In a crisscross pattern, slice the top of the ham about 1/4 inch deep.
Place ham in a roasting pan with 1/2 cup of water in the bottom of the pan. Pour Coke evenly over ham. Now season the whole ham with Slap Ya Mama Original Blend Seasoning.
Bake at 400 degrees F for 30 minutes.
Reduce heat to 350 degrees F and continue cooking for another 30 minutes or until there is a nice crisp on the exterior of the ham.
Carve ham, serve and enjoy!
Attribution
Recipe and photo used with permission from: Slap Ya Mama
She was a NASA astronaut. Emphasis on WAS. During her stint in NASA, she actually had a pretty impressive career—she flew in space aboard the shuttle Discovery in 2006, in fact.
But she threw it all away. Over a guy.
You see, her boyfriend William Oefelein, another astronaut, had cooled in his affections towards her and was now seeing another woman, Colleen Shipman. We’ve all had love interests break our hearts, and it sucks. Some of us go a little cray-cray during the heartbreak period, especially if we’re drunk. But Lisa Nowak—she went well beyond drunken texts in the middle of the night.
She drove 900 miles from Houston to Orlando to confront the other lady. Shipman was going to be arriving at Orlando’s international airport, and Nowak was going to be there to confront her. According to police reports, she even wore adult diapers so she wouldn’t have to make any bathroom breaks during the trip. Anyway, she finally got to Orlando, confronted the other woman, and pepper-sprayed her.
Result? She was sentenced to a year’s probation, kicked out of both NASA and the U.S. Navy, and now has Google and Wikipedia detailing her misdeeds. The notoriety of her case—Law and Order actually made an episode about an astronaut love triangle—meant employers were reluctant to hire her despite her credentials, and the last anyone heard she’s been living a quiet life in Texas working in the private sector. Without the boyfriend.
A man comes home in morning hours, crawls into bed still hungover, and wakes up in a pool of blood. His wife had been stabbed in the night.
He ran into the hallway and called 9–1–1 — but the police quickly charge him for murder. He says he got drunk the night before and his memory is a blank. She was killed sometime in the night — no signs of forced entry. They have their man.
Weeks later it goes to trial. Once underway, the man’s memory is triggered and he says he thinks he was in jail two counties over. The judge calls a recess.
The sheriff’s deputies check on this alibi, bring that sheriff in for deposition, and sure enough, the husband had gotten into a drunken brawl at a nightclub and was thrown in jail many hours before his wife’s time of death. He wasn’t anywhere near the crime scene. The deputies visit the nightclub and the coat check girl remembered him well – and the brawl. This was an upscale club so brawls were rare.
They brought all this back to the courtroom, the prosecutor moved for dismissal and the judge granted it. Recall they’ve already seated the jury, so double jeopardy is attached. He cannot be tried again.
A couple of months later, the deputies run into the coat check girl and it comes out that the husband, once released from jail, visited the nightclub in the morning and gave the coat check girl a $50 tip “for all the trouble”. One deputy surmises this might all be a hoax. The husband tipped the girl so she wouldn’t forget him.
They visit the jail itself and learn a priceless bit of news – the jail has no after-hours personnel. The inmates sleep it off until morning anyway. Another nugget, it’s also well known that one of the jail’s two cells has a bad lock. A little persistent jiggering will cause the bolt to retract and release the inmate. They also learned that two months prior, the husband had been in that same cell for disorderly conduct and no doubt learned about the lock.
At this point, they had all they needed, but too late. They surmised the husband started the brawl to get himself incarcerated, by luck or persuasion landed in the right cell, sneaked out to kill his wife and sneaked back. The next morning he pays the coat check girl and returns home, and it all falls out from there.
By the time the deputies learned all this, the husband had already sold his home, cashed-out his wife’s substantial life insurance policy, and was in the wind.
Daddy warnings
Putin: West Seeking “Strategic Defeat” of Russia in Ukraine, Means End to 1,000 Years of Russian Statehood
Upon finishing his visits to North Korea and Vietnam, Russian President Vladimir Putin was asked by media what it means that the West continues to escalate the war in Ukraine, and openly calls for a “strategic defeat of Russia.” His answer opened the door to a Russian nuclear first-strike against the West.
Asked what does it mean to Russia that the West keeps escalating the Ukraine conflict, President Putin’s remarks went like this:
“We see it. We observe it. As you said, they constantly raise the degree and escalate the situation.
Apparently they expect us to be scared at some point.
But at the same time, they also say that they want to achieve a strategic defeat of Russia on the battlefield.
What does this mean for Russia? It means the end of its statehood. This is what it means.
It means the end of the thousand year history of the Russian state. I think this is clear to everyone.
And then the question arises, why should we be afraid? Isn’t it better to go all the way, then?
This is elementary formal logic, a course that I studied at the University for six months, but I remember it well.
I even remember the teachers who taught this course.
Therefore, I think that those who think so, and even more so, SAY SO, make another big mistake.
Here is the actual video in original Russian language with English subtitles. My analysis appears beneath the video:
ANALYSIS
Words mean things. When a man like President Vladimir Putin says a particular thing, if the world has learned nothing else from the Russia-Ukraine conflict, it knows he means what he says.
Russia made strident Diplomatic efforts over the Ukraine situation for years, and told the West in December of 2021 there has to be Iron-clad, legally enforceable Security Guarantees for Russia over the ever-nearing encroachment by NATO toward Russia’s border – with Ukraine being the most recent encroachment.
The West laughed and threw Russia’s Treaty proposal in the ashbin of history.
Russia tried again in January of 2022, only this time, they told the world “If Russia cannot obtain iron-clad, legally enforceable, security guarantees by Diplomatic means, it will obtain them by military or military-technical means.”
The West took about two weeks before laughing at Russia again, and declining the Treaty proposal.
On February 23, 2022, Russia called Ukraine President Zelensky and told him “You have five hours to agree to NOT join NATO and NOT place American missiles on Ukraine Territory.”
Zelensky called the British Home Office and the US State Department for guidance. Both Britain and the US told Zelensky to “ignore Russia’s ultimatum.” Zelensky did exactly that.
After the five hours had passed, Russia waited an additional two hours. No response form Ukraine. That morning, the Russian Army crossed the Border into Ukraine by force, and the war commenced.
So when Russia says something, they mean it.
For President Putin to say
"But at the same time, they also say that they want to achieve a strategic defeat of Russia on the battlefield.What does this mean for Russia? It means the end of its statehood. This is what it means.It means the end of the thousand year history of the Russian state. I think this is clear to everyone."
is the absolute worst RED FLAG imaginable.
Russia has a nuclear doctrine. They’ve had it, open to the public, for years.
In that nuclear doctrine, Russia makes clear they will only use nuclear weapons if “there is a threat to the existence of the Russian state.”
What did Putin just say in the video above? He said that a “strategic defeat of Russia means the end of its statehood; an end to the thousand year history of the Russian state.”
Well, since that is how Russia perceives the publicly stated goal of the West to inflict a “strategic defeat” upon Russia, then the legal framework now exists to justify the use of Russian nuclear weapons.
It is as plain as day from what President Putin just said.
What he went on to say is even worse:
It means the end of the thousand year history of the Russian state. I think this is clear to everyone.And then the question arises, why should we be afraid? Isn't it better to go all the way, then?
Uh Oh. “. . . go all the way?” Yes, he actually said that. So what does THAT mean?
To me, it means “If Russia is going to be ended, why shouldn’t they go all the way and end the people who are ending Russia?”
To me, “. . . Isn’t it better to go all the way” means mutual destruction. If Russia is going to lose its thousand years of Russian statehood, then everybody else is going to lose theirs too.
These remarks from the Russian President are among the most important words ever spoken in human history. They lay out the ACTUAL course of events we are all on. Destruction.
Yet we in the West go along our merry way, seemingly oblivious to the actual reality. A reality that WE created. A reality that WE continue to perpetrate.
The actions of the United States and our NATO vassals, is directly threatening our continued existence. We the people have a right to protect ourselves from what this government is doing.
If we sit back, do and say nothing, it seems to me this government is leading us all to our deaths. Soon.
Pepe Escobar: Putin and China issue DEVASTATING Warning to NATO and Everything is About to Change
Journalist and Geopolitical Analyst Pepe Escobar reveals the truth about Russia and China's accelerated push toward a multipolar world and how their latest moves will completely destroy the dominance of the U.S. dollar as we know it. This video breaks it all down following Pepe's May trip to Brazil and other BRICS countries.
Today, Well, actually a while ago – but I am writing this now, I read a comment on one of my posts. In it, the commenter said…
China, a Godless commie hellholle. Leader in pollution, cancer villages, and rivers so polluted they burst into flames. No thanks. That place is as third world tyranny as it gets. It’s not the future, but a sick twisted parody of it.
The only reason it’s thriving is that everything they have was stolen from the west and our govt’s keep pumipng up their phony economy with our misappropriated assets. That country should have collapsed long ago, and it will when the true revolution starts.
If he pops up again, I will send him to a cornfield so nasty that some of my readership might start involuntarily vomiting in disgust.
Why?
Many reasons.
This MM is my place and my space, and I am GOD here.
I take no insults, open or subtle. You insult me and you face my wrath.
If you don’t like me, my writings or my experience, then leave, but don’t shit on my sofa, and piss in my glass of beer.
This is not a place for the anti-China narrative. I know why it exists and who started it. Do not insult me.
I have written and generate many videos on YouTube (and others) about what my life is actually like.
I am presenting one here.
It’s a slow Sunday in my “Ghost City”. I ask all the readership to enjoy this short video and compare my REALITY with the FICTION spouted by the ignorant rupe who has the nerve to pollute my personal space.
Fuck you. This is what it is really like in China.
Oh, and by the way, this is where that jackass comes from;
ban details
So compare my life with his…
Bad Chicago
It might be ignorance, but the actual reality is that he is jealous of something he will never have.
Today…
Prosciutto Basil Pizza
potato crust pizza main1
Potato Crust Pizza is a delightful and easy-to-make treat that’s gluten-free, and guess what? No need to prepare dough in advance! Let me introduce you to this culinary revelation.
What makes Potato Crust Pizza so special is its simplicity. Instead of dough, the star of the show is a potato crust. Imagine a crust that’s soft and crispy, with a hint of potato goodness that perfectly complements the delicious toppings.
The best part is that you can get creative with the toppings and customize your pizza experience. The options are endless, so feel free to experiment and find your favorite combination.
As you take a bite of Potato Crust Pizza, you’ll be treated to a symphony of flavors and textures. From the satisfying crunch of the crust to the mouthwatering blend of toppings, every bite is a delight. It is a perfect dish for brunch or lunch.
How to make Potato Crust Pizza
To prepare a delicious potato crust, start by preheating the oven to 425F (220C) and lining a baking sheet with parchment paper. Peel the potatoes and use the large holes of a grater to grate both the cheese and potatoes. Once grated, transfer the potatoes onto a kitchen towel and firmly squeeze to remove as much liquid as possible.
Next, place the potatoes in a large bowl and add the grated cheese, egg, salt, and pepper. Stir the ingredients together until well combined. Spread the potato mixture evenly onto the prepared baking sheet, shaping it into a 12-inch (30cm) circle.
Bake the potato crust in the preheated oven for approximately 25-30 minutes, or until the edges turn slightly golden. Once done, remove the baking sheet from the oven and top the potato crust with Mozzarella cheese, your favorite salami slices, dried basil, oregano, and tomatoes.
Return the baking sheet to the oven and bake for an additional 10-15 minutes, or until the cheese has melted to perfection. Once ready, take out the delicious potato crust from the oven and enjoy your flavorful creation.
Hope you will try this Potato Crust Pizza and savor the amazing flavors it has to offer. If you do, don’t forget to tag me in your Instagram posts or stories, so I can see your amazing results. Enjoy!
Other similar recipe you may like to try
Margherita Pizza with Cauliflower Crust is another gluten-free delicious meal perfect for each time of the day. It is very easy to prepare and very flavorful and comforting.
Have you ever tried Low Carb –Eggplant Pizza? For those in search of gluten-free pizza solutions this can also be a great choice. These eggplant mini pizzas are perfect for a light dinner, appetizer or simply as a side dish. They look good and have a great taste.
Try this delightful recipe for No-Yeast Pizza perfect for any time of the day. It is quick, easy to prepare and ready in no minute. Pair this with homemade tomato sauce to make an unforgettable experience.
Ingredients
1 Boboli or homemade crust
1 cup tomato sauce
1/3 pound diced dried prosciutto
1/4 pound aged Asiago cheese, grated
Dried oregano
Pepper
Garlic salt
1 pound mozzarella cheese, grated
Fresh basil, chopped
Instructions
Heat the oven to 450 degrees F. Spray or grease a pizza pan or stone.
Spread tomato sauce over the pizza evenly.
Top with prosciutto and 1/4 pound and Asiago cheese.
Sprinkle with oregano, pepper and garlic salt to taste.
Add mozzarella.
Bake on the bottom rack of preheated oven for 8 to 12 minutes or until cheese is melted and crust is piping hot.
Sprinkle with basil and serve.
Why I won’t live in the US after leaving 5 years ago [hint: things never got better]
As an attorney, have you ever beaten the odds and won a case deemed “impossible” to win?
Originally Answered: As an attorney, have you ever beat the odds and won a case deemed "impossible" to win?
Yes. Our clients were not paying their bill and it was very unlikely that the judge would let our firm withdraw from the case. I was instructed lose the case as cheaply as possible, because we had no chance of winning. Our client was suing the defendants for misrepresentations in the sale of a strip mall. It was a fraud case and essentially our clients’ word against the defendants. Our client was an idiot in the transaction. No due diligence and complete unfamiliarity in purchasing a running commercial real estate. When I asked for clarification on how to lose cheaply, I was told to put on the bare minimum case, no advance preparation with just enough effort to avoid any malpractice claims but no extras, no experts for damages calculations and no heroics. The case was a classic “dog” that hadn’t panned out.
Despite that instruction, I carefully prepared our case, and, with the backup of my legal secretary, got a lot of “extra effort.” At trial my client went on to commit obvious but unnecessary perjury. I pulled him off the stand and put his wife on the stand to correct his testimony, and then put him back on the stand to finish. This was a bench trial and the judge yelled at me during the entire trial. He cut off my cross examinations, wouldn’t admit much of my evidence and was bored through most of the trial and fell asleep in closing argument. The opposing counsel gloated every day of trial and offered to bet me $100 on the outcome. He gloated even more when I declined.
The judge ruled in our favor in the amount of $250,000 and awarded attorneys fees of $100,000. Even my clients were shocked. Looking back on the case, I, as plaintiff, called the defendant as my very first witness and unexpectedly established every element of a fraud case through his testimony. The judge had decided the case on the first witness.
Congress Amends National Defense Bill to AUTOMATICALLY Register all males, 18-26, for Selective Service DRAFT – So YOUR SONS can get killed in a War with Russia that THEY are causing!
The U.S. House of Representatives has passed an amendment as part of the National Defense Authorization Act (NDAA) for Fiscal Year 2025 on Friday.
The amendment to H.R. 8070 will automatically register all draft-age male U.S. residents with the Selective Service System for a possible military draft, based on information from other Federal databases.
This new system of automatic draft registration would replace the existing system, in place since 1980, in which young men have the freedom to decide whether or not to sign up for the draft.
According to People’s World, the automatic draft registration proposal was initiated by the Selective Service System (SSS) as part of its annual budget request to Congress.
The Gateway Pundit reported that it was introduced by Rep. Chrissy Houlahan (D-Pa.). Houlahan is a former Air Force officer. It was endorsed by HASC Chair Mike Rogers (R-Ala.) and approved by a voice vote of the full committee without audible opposition.
Christina Marie “Chrissy” Houlahan is an American politician, engineer, and former United States Air Force officer. A member of the Democratic Party, she is the U.S. representative from Pennsylvania’s 6th congressional district, shown on the map below:
The amended bill states:
Automatic Registration: The Military Selective Service Act (50 U.S.C. 3801 et seq.) is amended by striking section 3 (50 U.S.C. 3802) and inserting the following new section 3:
“SEC. 3. (a)(1) Except as otherwise provided in this title, every male citizen of the United States, and every other male person residing in the United States, between the ages of eighteen and twenty-six, shall be automatically registered under this Act by the Director of the Selective Service System.
“(2) This section shall not apply to any alien lawfully admitted to the United States as a nonimmigrant under section 101(a)(15) of the Immigration and Nationality Act (8 U.S.C. 1101) for so long as he continues to maintain a lawful nonimmigrant status in the United States.
The bill was approved in the House with a vote of 217 to 199. Among the votes, 211 Republicans supported the measure, while Marjorie Taylor Greene (GA), Thomas Massie (KY), and Matt Rosendale (MT) voted no.
196 Democrats voted against the bill, with 6 breaking ranks to vote in favor. The legislation now advances to the Senate for further deliberation.
As the US an our NATO vassals continue to antagonize Russia, by arming and funding Ukraine to continue killing Russians, now you know WHO it is here in the U.S. that explicitly arranged for YOUR SONS to go die in the likely coming war with Russia, that she and her Congressional colleagues are deliberately causing.
If your son gets killed in such a war, YOU now know who is personally responsible for creating the situation that got your loved one killed.
This is not some “innocent” person . . . she explicitly submitted legislative language specifically designed to force your son into military service to likely die in a likely coming war with Russia that she and her colleagues have fomented, funded, and facilitated.
They WANT a war . . . and now they want YOUR SON(S) to go fight and die in it.
Retired in Phnom Penh, Cambodia – Easy, Cheap, and Convenient
How did China’s economy grow so rapidly after years of poverty? What factors contribute to their continued strength and growth? How can other countries replicate this success at a faster pace?
China’s economy did not grow overnight. Yes, to outsiders, it looks like an overnight success.
In a nutshell, China’s success results from super hard work over 76 years.
China closed the doors first and cleaned out her house.
China had and still does super leadership.
Once Chinese leaders decide, It gets done.
China did not waste a cent on useless wars.
China concentrated on its infrastructures, and they built state-of-the-art infrastructures.
The Chinese workforce is the most productive/disciplined workforce.
China wiped out drugs/opium/and filth from her country.
China is a very safe country; I saw girls/women working by themselves in night shits/travelling freely in the middle of the night without any fear or protection.
China is a deficient, violent, crime-free country.
China gave half of the sky to deserving gender parity.
China never forgot her lowest of the low, and the Chinese Government improved their fate also.
China wiped out the nuisance and nonsense of religions.
China’s public transport is relatively safe, affordable, timely, and efficient.
China’s women are very safe, and they share a tremendous load of responsibilities.
China has maintained the super values of respecting elders/teachers/parents. The Chinese family structure is firm, and the traditional family system is very viable.
China blocked garbage websites and protected her children from filth.
Chinese education standards are very high.
Chinese society is very frugal, saving a good portion of their earnings.
Chinese Government invests a lot in Children’s education, and they do not want to leave anyone behind.
China is relatively corruption-free.
Chinese, by nature, talk less and deliver more.
Chinese society is mainly one race; 90 percent of it, the remaining 10 percent are 55 minorities, and China has a super relationship with almost all.
China has endless museums, and these museums are teaching tools for the young generation to be proud of their past achievements and learn from past mistakes.
Chinese people have relatively longer life spans due to their diet, exercise, and active lives.
How can other countries replicate this success at a faster pace?
The rest of the world is still asleep: They still believe China is a third-world country.
The rest of the world still feels they are Democratic when there is no democracy when jails are full, law and order are in disarray, courts are full, criminals have fear, and the systems are corrupt from A to Z. Homeless is widespread, and hunger is looming high. Democracy means nothing.
It is also a myth that Chinese people are suppressed; that is a total lie. Chinese people may not love their system, but they like it.
I did not come across even one Chinese who does not believe that their Government is NOT doing a great job.
In China, almost everyone believes their fate will improve as prosperity keeps growing.
Look around: And see filth around the world, sex scandals, corruption, mismanagement and wastage of money, all due to political correctness/votes/mafia-style regimes. One Government makes a plan, and the new Government scraps it and makes its new agenda. Nothing gets done. The systems are rot and eating like termites.
China’s civil projects are more significant than life:
One visit to Three Gorges Dam will make you think, OMG, disciplined/determined race, nation, super workforce can do this impossible task.
Therefore, the next few centuries belong to China.
You can take a horse to water but cannot make him drink; the rest of the world is dying slowly and painfully.
Chinese conventional wisdom is based on 5,000 years of continuous civilization, and knowledge is passed from generation to generation.
I did not see and meet even one person in China during my six visits who was NOT positive and very hopeful about their country,
I hope it helps.
What is the most clever way you saw someone calm down a kid who was throwing a fit in the store?
Originally Answered: What is the most clever way you saw someone calm down a kid that was throwing a fit in the store?
LOL I was in a shopping mall one time and this little kid, maybe 3 years old, was mad at his grandmother about something (I think she told him he couldn’t have a cookie or something like that) and he threw himself on the ground and was screaming and crying. She simply sat down on the bench and watched him, then took out her phone and was fiddling with it, but kept her eye on him even though he wasn’t aware of it. When he saw she wasn’t watching, he stopped crying for a moment and just stared at her. She took an extra moment, then looked at him and said, “You done?” He started screaming again, then she shook her head, acted like she was dialing a number, and said something like this (I’m having to paraphrase, it’s been some years):
“Yes, is Santa there, please? Yes, I’ll hold. *pauses* “Santa! How are you, my old friend?” *pauses, nods like she’s listening* “Ah-huh. Yes. Oh, that’s wonderful!” The little kid’s now stopped crying and is looking at her like, what? She went on. “Yes, I’m afraid I’m having to report my grandson.” His eyes got huge and he stared at her like she was doing the worst thing imaginable. “Yes, he’s acting up. No, no, nothing like that, but he’s being stubborn about my not giving him a sweet.” *pauses* “Why, yes, I remember your wife’s cookie recipe! They’re delightful!” *pauses again, nods like she’s agreeing* “What a wonderful idea! I’ll tell him. And yes, that is sad, but it must be so. All right, I’ll catch up with you later. Have a good one! Give Henry the Elf a hug from me.” With that, she hung up and looked at her grandson gravely. “That was Santa. He said for every time you give me trouble this year, I’m to report your bad behavior and he’ll update this list. Keep it up, and you’ll get nothing. So you have to be good, okay?”
I tell you, this child wiped his face and nodded, then came up and gave her a hug. “I sowwy, wandma.” She hugged him and told him she loved him, but she’s not being mean grandma when she doesn’t give him what he wants, she has a reason she’s saying no.
I was completely floored. Epic Grandma FTW!
Living in VIETNAM VS CAMBODIA & Why I Prefer Cambodia
Vintage beer and coffee
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What is the scariest thing you’ve seen in a courtroom?
Final arguments had just concluded in a week-long will contest where I was representing the proponent of the will, a very nice, but shy, 56-year-old woman. After the judge instructed the jury, the jury stood up and went into the jury room. We started moving from the counsel table towards the aisle. Simultaneously with the last juror in closing the door, my client fell face down on the floor without even putting out her arms. Her body hit with a thud and her head bounced off the floor once, smashing her nose. Then, a second or two later, her entire body went into rhythmic muscle contractions, from her neck to her feet, which lasted for several minutes while the judge, the bailiff and the opposing counsel started to panic. I was in shock for a second or two, then yelled, “call an ambulance!” (To be fair, everybody may have been yelling the same thing.)
My immediate thought was “she’s dead, she’s had a ‘sudden death’ heart attack.”
The judge then said, “I’ve got to call a mistrial.”
Fortunately I had sense enough to object to that, pointing out that the jury had already closed the door and did not see who was sick or dead, so it could not influence their verdict. (And I sure didn’t want to try the case again, possibly without my client!) The judge agreed and instructed the bailiff to keep the jury room door shut.
By then, my client’s convulsions had ceased and I bent down to feel her pulse. When I put my fingers on her neck, she let out a moan, but stayed unconscious. She was alive, which was an enormous relief to everyone in the courtroom, but she didn’t seem like she was going to recover anytime soon, if at all.
Then the jury knocked on the door! The bailiff poked his head in and learned they had a verdict. That was quick. He told them that the judge had other issues to take care of and that they had to remain in the jury room.
The ambulance came and carted her off. As soon as they entered the elevator, the judge called the jury back in. I was standing alone at the counsel table. The jury held in our favor. After the jury was discharged, a couple of jurors asked where my client was and they were shocked. They had not heard a thing in the jury room.
Fortunately, my client’s diagnosis was “anxiety and panic attack” and was released the next day. But I would have bet the farm that when they rolled her out of the courtroom, it would probably be the last time I saw her. Glad I was wrong.
Why would anyone live in the Philippines instead of Thailand or Vietnam?
“How does this number look to you?” The man opposite me slides a piece of paper across his desk and my eyes have to scan over it three times for the number to register in my brain. It’s at this moment that I believe in God again. Almost a decade of rejections, doors slammed in my face, and scraping by on instant noodles now, finally, all seem worth it.I look up at the man, who, upon seeing the stupefied expression on my face, breaks into a big smile, his straight white teeth revealing that he hasn’t seen the bottom of an instant noodle cup in a very long time. “I take it you’re pleased with the number?”“Mr. Murdoch, I don’t think Hollywood actors get paid these kinds of sums.”“It’s Neville, please.” He flashes that smile again. “The compensation is proportional to the difficulty level of the job. It takes a very special kind of actor to perform in a virtual reality simulation for our thrill-seeking luxury clients. You’ll portray a range of characters of different genders and ages, and the script can be flipped at any moment.”“That’s the reason I signed up,” I say honestly. “Acting in a simulation sounded like a really interesting challenge.”Neville leans across the table and pats my forearm with his neatly groomed fingers. “And that’s why we picked you. You were the perfect blend of versatility and improvisation skills we’ve encountered in an actor.”I feel my chest swell with pride. He leans back in his chair. “Now, today is your final audition, which means you get to try the simulation, see what it’s like to act as different avatars, and think on your feet. You’ll be acting opposite the Professor — a grand actor whom you’ll absolutely love — and the setting of the story is a lab where the evil government is out to get him.”He makes a mock “oooh” gesture and continues, “You’ll be playing three different characters and we’ll make our final decision based on your best performance. Have you had a chance to look at the script yet?”
I nod and pull out the stack of papers I’ve highlighted with a yellow marker. “Yes,” I say. “Many times over and I have some questions.”
Neville nods. “Absolutely. You can ask our director in a minute when you meet her. Now, let me show you to your pod.”
With one swift movement, he’s up on his feet, holding the door open for me. I shove the script awkwardly back into my bag and get up from my chair.
He leads me down a long corridor that’s the kind of white that blinds your eyes, peppered with the latest tech, oozing money and power. Our footsteps sound almost illegally loud in the thick silence.
We pass an unlabeled room that’s open and, just before the door closes in my face, I catch a glimpse of a man wearing a helmet lying inside a white pod with a laser-like light scanning his body.
“Hey, is that the other actor?” I say, pointing at the closed door.
Neville nods. “Sure is.”
“Do you mind if I go say a quick hello? I always like to meet my colleagues.”
Neville gives a slight shake of his head and places his hand lightly on my back, leading me away from the door. “I’m afraid that’s not such a good idea. The Professor has a very specific process that he doesn’t want interrupted.”
“Oh.” I nod and don’t insist. Far be it from me to interrupt a fellow actor’s process.
“And we’ve arrived.” Neville scans his retina outside another room and I hear the heavy door open with an impressive clunk. “After you.”
I step in, and am greeted by a white pod, just like in the room we passed by earlier, and a wrinkly, sour-looking woman standing by it.
“This is Amanda, our genius director,” Neville introduces her.
I grasp her clammy hand with mine. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I say. The woman forces a smile that looks like a real effort to produce. “Hello,” she manages.
“Rose has some questions about the script,” Neville says brightly, and Amanda’s head snaps toward me. “Oh?”
“Yes,” I say, pulling the pages out of my bag. “For example, on page 2, Robert says ‘Hello, how are you?’ I was wondering if I could say ‘Hey, what’s up, man?’ instead? I think it would fit his character better.”
Amanda stares at me like you would at moldy cheese and gives me one of those smiles again. “Sure, honey, say ‘What’s up?’” Then she gestures towards the pod. “Lay down there.”
I slide into the smooth bean-shaped device, and Neville helps place a helmet with a reflective surface on my head.
“I don’t know if you’ve experienced a simulation before, Rose, but you’ve never experienced anything like ours,” he enthuses. “Everything feels completely real. You can taste an apple and feel the sun on your skin. You don’t need to move a muscle in the pod. You just move your legs in your mind and, ta-da, your avatar walks.”
“Cool,” I say.
“Just remember our one cardinal rule. Don’t…”
“…break character,” I complete his sentence.
“That’s right.” He nods approvingly. “Now, if you’re ready, I think we can begin.”
I feel my heart rate go up, not knowing what I’m up against, but as I don’t want to appear difficult by asking too many questions, I just shrug and say “Sure.”
“Marvelous,” Neville trills, then proceeds to push a button on the side of the pod. “Scene 1: Robert,” I hear him say and the next thing I know, I feel water flowing over my hands from a faucet. I look up and startle a little as I see a clean-shaven man staring at me, but then realize it’s just my reflection in the mirror. Well, my avatar’s reflection. Robert. 36 years old. PhD in experimental physics. Best friend of the Professor.
Neville wasn’t kidding. This tech is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I locate the hand towels quickly, wipe my hands dry, taking a second to marvel at how I can feel the texture of the paper rubbing against my skin. But then, since time’s a-wastin, I snap back to my current reality, to page 1 of the script, and step out of the men’s room.
“Whoa!”
I literally bump into a man with a bushy beard and thick black glasses.
That’s the Professor, I hear Amanda’s voice in my ear, and my startlement switches into a friendly smile. “Hey, what’s up, man?” I say with my character’s deep bass. “Sorry about that. You okay?”
“Yeah, fine, fine,” the Professor says absent-mindedly.
“Yeah?” I say, returning to the script. “And how’s the project?”
“The project…” the Professor says but instead of finishing that thought, he does the very thing Neville warned me about — he flips the script.
His gaze drops and his body starts to tremble, and I realize he’s crying. I freeze for a second, but then my improvisation training kicks in.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” my bass voice says and I land my big manly hand on his shoulder. The Professor keeps sobbing.
“You wanna talk about it, man?”
When he still doesn’t answer, I hook my arm around his neck. “Come on,” I say and start leading him towards the men’s room where I figure we can talk more privately. But just as we reach the door, he stops and looks up at me, his gaze turning steely. He flicks my hand off his shoulder as if it were a tarantula and shakes his head at me. “Robert would never do that,” he says, and I realize I might have just blown my shot. But before I can rectify the situation, I feel the helmet being removed from my head and then I’m back to the old me again.
I sit up, giving my brain a second to adjust to the quick change of scenery. Neville’s smiling at me like you do to a child who missed the goal but still tried their best. I look up at Amanda, whose eyes are fixed on her tablet, not at me, and realize the gravity of the situation. “I blew it, didn’t I?”
Neville offers a calming gesture. “No, no, no, don’t worry about that. This was just the first scene. Remember, we’re using the best out of the three.”
I give another glance at Amanda, who’s still not looking at me. “Maybe I could get some feedback?” I say. “To understand what I did wrong?”
Upon realizing that Amanda is more interested in staring at her tablet than actually directing me, Neville jumps in. “It’s just that men of that generation don’t usually go to the restroom together. That’s why the Professor called you out. But don’t worry, we have now rebooted and you will start again in another role.”
Ugh, of course! I could kick myself. I did so much preparation for my new role as a guy and yet I managed to break that one fundamental rule of dudedom. I just hope that I do better next time around.
Neville holds out the helmet for me. “I must apologize. We’d normally give you more time to recuperate between the scenes but since we’re in a little bit of a time crunch…”
“I understand,” I say and put the helmet on. “I’m ready for my next scene.”
Neville smiles gratefully. “Very well. Here we go, then.” He pushes the button. “Scene 2: Christy.”
And then the next thing I know is I’m sitting in an office, staring at my reflection on a window to my right. I’m a woman in her early 40s, and boy am I stunning with my long wavy red hair cascading over my shoulders, framing my graceful oval face.
I hear the door unlock and in walks the Professor. He stops in his tracks and stares at me, bewildered. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, hello to you, too,” I purr. “Do I need a reason to see my husband?”
He shakes his head with a little smile and comes to give me a peck on the lips.
I pat the brown paper bag next to me. “I brought lunch.”
“You’re an angel,” he breathes and sits down on the chair opposite me.
So far everything is going according to the script.
“So, how’s your day so far?” I say and my simulation husband looks down. “Fine,” he says.
I let a moment pass between us, then take his hand, just like in the script. “Come on, I know my husband,” I say, “I know when something’s on your mind.”
He looks up at me, and I notice a slight shimmer in his eyes. I can’t help but marvel at his subtle acting style. He makes everything feel so authentic.
“If anything happens to me,” he whispers in a panicked rush, “I need you to get something for me, to protect you and Cody.”
He’s doing it again — flipping the script.
“What?” I ask with a frown, playing the part of the concerned wife to perfection. “What are you talking about?”
But the Professor shakes his head. “No. Don’t ask ‘what.’ Ask ‘where,’ and ‘how.’”
I shrug. “Fine. Where? How?”
He nods pointedly. “You know. You of all people, Christy.”
Before I can say anything else, I hear Amanda in my ear: Ask him to elaborate.
“You need to give me more, honey,” I say with a voice that’s part confused, part terrified.
“You will know,” he repeats. “The less I say the better. There’re ears everywhere. All you need to know is that it’s in a safe place. Do you understand?”
I don’t understand at all. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that his wife understands. And she would. These characters have been married for fifteen years.
I nod. “Yes,” I say, offering him a knowing look. “I think I do.”
And then the helmet is being removed from my head again.
My brain takes a second to adjust back to the real me, but when it does, I see Neville looking pleased and even Amanda offers me a tight smile and a nod.
“How did I do?” I ask, still out of breath from the quick change of pace.
Neville flashes his perfect smile. “You nailed it.”
“Yesss!” I say, my excitement only shadowed by the fact that this was the easiest role for me to play — a cisgender straight woman. But I know that the role that’s coming up next is going to be my true trial by fire.
“I made some changes to the script. Work these in.”
I flinch as Amanda slaps her tablet onto my lap.
Would it kill you to say ‘please?’ I think, but then scan the changes quickly and look up at her with a perfectly pleasant smile. “Sure thing.”
She nods in tight-lipped approval and Neville helps me back into my helmet. “Again we’re moving at a very quick pace here but are you ready for your final scene, Rose?”
“Ready,” I say.
“Perfect. Scene 3: Cody. Action.”
As soon as he says that and pushes the button, I find myself staring at the Professor’s door.
From the outside.
It takes me a moment to adjust to this much smaller body, but when I do, I get right into the action on page 23.
“Daddy, open up!” my little boy’s voice says as my tiny fists hammer on the door frantically. “Daddy! Daddy!”
There’s a sound of unlocking the door. The Professor appears in front of me, hair disheveled, tie crooked. From this perspective he looks a lot taller than before. He stares at me in disbelief. “Cody? Get in! Quick!”
I do as he says and he locks the door behind me. “What’re you doing here? Where’s Mom?”
This is where I get to demonstrate my versatility as an actor. My bottom lip starts to quiver and my eyes fill with plump tears. “They took Mommy,” I sob.
The Professor squats to my eye level and firmly grips both of my shoulders. “Who? Who?” he repeats, shaking me with each word.
“The bad guys,” I say and he gets up, looking almost paralyzed by fear, running his fingers nervously through his hair. Again I marvel at his acting ability.
“Mommy told me to tell you there’s a map,” I say.
His head snaps in my direction. “What map? Where?”
“Mommy put it in the safe.” This is the change that Amanda added to the script.
The Professor looks at me, wide-eyed. “What the hell was she thinking putting it there?”
“Daddy you said ‘hell.’”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he runs to the wall with a picture of his family — my scene 2 and scene 3 characters —, and opens it as if it were the cover of a book, revealing a rectangular steel safe behind it.
I hold my breath. I can sense Amanda’s eyes zeroing in on his hands, now poised over the keypad. Her intrusive, thirsty gaze prying where it’s not wanted makes me suddenly feel sick to my stomach.
A memory is nudging at the back of my mind. “Robert would never do that,” said the Professor in the first scene.
He broke character. Why would he go against the one cardinal rule?
Unless, of course, he didn’t.
The words come out of my mouth unannounced, no louder than a whisper: “There’s no map.”
My simulation father stops his hand in mid-air and turns to look at me. “What?” he says.
I clear my throat. “There’s no map.” I speak with more conviction now, although my heart’s pounding. None of this was in the script.
“Then why did you say there was, buddy?”
I shrug, my gaze downcast. “I dunno.”
There’s a short silence, then a gentle hand ruffles my hair. “It’s okay,” the Professor whispers, then kneels next to me and lifts my chin, looking into my eyes. “Listen. There’s something I need you to know.” He pulls me into a tight hug, his mouth so close to my ear that I know no other person can hear what he says next: “Some bad guys are trying to get what’s inside that safe,” he whispers. “They’ll do anything to get it. If they take me, I need you to remember these numbers and keep them a secret.” And then he whispers a sequence of numbers in my ear, repeating them over and over, until I feel my helmet being removed from my head, and I’m back in my body again.
My head’s spinning and my heart’s in my throat as my gaze travels around the room. No Amanda in sight, only Neville. He’s smiling, but it feels just a tad forced, something my acting coach would point out as “disingenuous.”
He clears his throat. “I see you took some liberties with the script.”
I speak, my voice just the right level of bright: “Improvisation is one of my fortes. I wanted to show you that I can think on my feet.”
“I see.”
A silence passes between us.
“Just out of curiosity,” he says at last. “What did the Professor whisper into your ear at the end?”
I give him a smile. An innocent, sweet, naive, and totally believable smile. Because that’s what I do; I’m an actor. A damn good one. And right now I’m acting the part of the clueless little girl they’ve written me off as.
“He told me I did good,” I say with not so much as a blink. Then I say goodbye, rise from the pod, step into the elevator, and exit this high tech building – all without ever breaking character.
What is the point of the one-sided ‘peace conference’ being held in Switzerland? Is there one? Isn’t it like a football match in which one side has made it clear they will not turn up?
USA has no intention to have a peace talk (with Russia). Details below.
The gathering is for USA as a leader to make sure the US followers still remember their leader-USA.
Why say USA has no intention for a peace talk?
On 2024/6/10, in a CBS interview, US senator Lindsey Graham said Ukraine is sitting on a mineral mine that worths US$10-12 trillion (on eastern Ukraine). He said the West cannot afford to lose (the Ukraine war). The West must win the war so as to make sure Russia & China cannot access Ukraine’s mineral mine. He recalled former pres Trump sent military aid to Ukraine in the form of loan.
Earlier in 2022, Washington Post reported that the Ukraine war was about national mineral & energy wealth esp lithium which is important for weapon manufacturing.
That is, the war is a tool to rob Ukraine of its rich resources.
The war has nothing to do with d e m o c r a c y either. Boy, have we been fooled?
No wonder, more than once, USA & UK stopped Ukraine from ceasefire & peace deal with Russia. … it is about m o n e y & c o l o n i s a t i o n of Ukraine.
So from now onward, dont ever support democracy movements around the globe. Dont be fooled by western politicians any more. Otherwise you are putting the life of other people at risk.
Read “America’s Deadly Export – democracy” by William Blum.
a side note
Biden & Ukraine has signed a 10-year treaty. USA promises to protect Ukraine (translation: to militarily & economically control Ukraine).
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Why or why is this no longer popular?
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Have you ever encountered a situation where a vehicle passed inspection fraudulently? What was your experience?
No, but I did encounter the opposite.
One late morning, I had a vehicle whose plates showed expired stickers, so I conducted a traffic stop (he just forgot to put the new stickers on). When I approached the driver’s window, I detected a safety rejection sticker on the windshield. In Virginia, you could then drive the vehicle for fifteen days before getting the issue fixed unless the issue involved immediate safety issues. For example, if the issue was the exhaust, you were fine in those fifteen days.
However, this rejection was for the brakes. There was no way I was going to allow this driver to drive that vehicle with bad brakes. So, I called for a tow truck. As it so happened, the tow company next on the list was the same company who inspected his vehicle. AND the driver of the tow company was the actual mechanic that inspected his vehicle. The mechanic was upset with me because his brakes were not that bad and he could have still have driven on them safely. I told him, “Then you shouldn’t have rejected them, should you? And you told him it was okay to drive on rejected brakes?” He told me, “Yeah, because they are not that bad!” He made some comment under his breath (with some expletives) that I didn’t know what I was talking about. He then hooked up the vehicle, left, and the vehicle stop was concluded.
I left the scene and, as it so happens, the State Police branch dealing with vehicle inspections was located within our city, and I spoke with the Trooper in charge. When he heard what happened, he hit the roof.
The trooper told me later he went to see the driver of the rejected vehicle and asked if he could have the vehicle towed to a mechanic he knew was reputable to check his brakes and that the cost would be on the state. What was discovered is that the brakes were within the guidelines of safe brakes. The mechanic then put an inspection sticker on it (he did a full inspection and the vehicle passed) and the vehicle was towed back to the grateful driver.
The trooper then made a surprise visit to the mechanic shop, cited the owner and ordered all inspections of vehicles to cease and all inspection documents and stickers, along with their license to inspect vehicles to be turned over to him, as their license was suspended indefinitely. They lasted six months or so before going out of business.
NATO Rejects Russia Peace Proposal; Except it is not NATO’s place to even have such an opinion . . . .
NATO Nitwit, Jens Stoltenberg, announced that NATO rejects the peace proposal put forth by Russian President Vladimir Putin Friday. Stoltenberg’s body language – stuttering, stammering, folding his arms – seemed to show even HE doesn’t believe his own words.
Here; watch him . . .
The process his body language went through during that was incredible..
All the way to defensively folding his arms..
He flaked out towards the end when he started stuttering, gesturing around, folded his arms and stuttered a bit more. Something’s not right.
You could tell he didn’t believe a damn thing he was saying, lol..
Why is NATO defending a non-NATO country like they know what’s best for them?
If he loves fighting Russia so much let him go to the front lines. Most Ukrainians don’t even want to fight Russia let alone be fed into a NATO meat grinder.
Reaction to 304 Math. Is Promiscuity destroying society? Women should stop aiming above their level.
Is the United States one of the most corrupt countries in the world?
Yes. The USA is corrupt like most Western liberal democracies. Elections are rigged in the sense that candidates are chosen by major campaign donors and political action committees. People with great intelligence and ability will not be chosen if their political views do not align with those of campaign donors. In other words, Western democracy is essentially plutocratic.
The US Congress and White House are bought and paid for by the wealthy elite, particularly the military-industrial complex, AIPAC, Wall Street, etc.
As a student, what is the most obnoxious answer a teacher has ever given you?
In my freshman year calculus class, I had a professor who was much older and didn’t really care about the “rules” anymore. Anyway, I took his first midterm and did really poorly (got something like a 34%, and the average was around a 50%). I felt like I had done much better after leaving the test, so I emailed the professor and asked if I could see where I went wrong (he didn’t give exams back; you had to schedule an appointment with him to see your exam).
Fast-forwarding a little bit, I get into his office and he hands me the exam. I flip through the test, seeing that I got a few points off here and there for various things, but nothing significant. I get to the last question, and I see a huge red X across the whole problem and a “-45” …. but the question was only worth 15 points.
A bit shocked, I assumed there must have been a mistake. So I kindly ask him to take a look, and he says no mistake there. There was nothing written on that page so I didn’t understand. He must’ve seen my confusion, and then proceeds to rant about why I deserved the -45 for a 15-point question.
“You drew your lambda backwards. What if you drew your N like you drew your lambdas? They would become Zs!” Not only did this not make sense (if I drew an N backwards I would get a Z rotated by 90 degrees, not a Z), but it shouldn’t have mattered.
The context here is that I was solving a lagrange multipliers problem, in which you have to introduce a dummy variable in the middle of the problem that you then get rid of by the end of the problem. It’s really just a place holder, and it’s commonly denoted by “Lambda” in most texts. Anyway, I drew my lambda backwards so that the short leg was on the right side and not the left. “Egregious mistake.”
I petitioned for the points back, and he told me to drop out of physics and engineering, telling me I didn’t have a shot at succeeding. I ignored him, and he told me he’d subtract 10 more points each minute I remained in his office. Dude was a real prick.
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This is THE FULL movie. And it is awesome!
Just watch the first five minutes if you are not sure…
As the oldest son of my father, when his father died… my grandfather willed to me his fancy mantle clock. This was a beautiful bronze statue of a reclining woman Baroque style next to a very ornate clock. I got it when I was 11 years old, and my father decided to make it the “family clock” by placing it on our living room mantle. Telling me, of course, that when I get older and married I can put that clock into my own house for my old children to inherit.
mantle clock
When my paternal grandmother died, I was willed her cuckoo clock. She picked it up when she was traveling from Poland when she was 16 years old, and it represented her new life as a woman. She wanted me to have it as I was, at that time, just getting started off in life.
cuckoo clock
My mother bought a huge grandfather clock. And up to when she died, and in her will, that clock was to be mien and to be passed on to my children. She was adamant on this, and really wanted this grandfather clock to develop a legacy.
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So what actually happened?
Well, my mother died and there was a battle for her estate. I tried to prevent the looting by my siblings, but I ended up in jail and couldn’t do anything.
My brother took the mantle clock apologetically. And my father was there when he took it, and he looked at me bewildered and said “Hey! That’s your clock. What’s going on?” And, my brother said “no it isn’t. I was mom’s and it sat in her living room for decades. And so now it’s mine.” And my crestfallen father was aghast in how bellicose and direct he was.
My cousin took the cuckoo clock, and when I asked her to return it, she said that she had already sold it on ebay. And that there was nothing that I could do.
My youngest sister and her husband carted off the grandfather clock and they too sold it off. And they offered no explanation, no excuse and no justification. It was “it’s mine now”.
And that is what happened to my family legacy though the clocks of time.
Today…
What are some bad experiences you had while traveling to another country?
Oh boy…I travelled to Mexico City in Nov 2017 and I committed a mistake of asking direction from the police Officer at the airport. I didn’t know Spanish and the officer didn’t know English. He asked for my passport and then called another officer. They discussed something in Spanish and after wasting a good amount of 15 minutes instructed me to follow them. They took me to the washroom. I thought there must be a secret door to their office but to my disappointment it was just a toilet. The police officer instructed me to OPEN.
I asked, OPEN what?? A first thought came to my mind that he is asking me to open my pants but thank God he clarified that he wanted me to open my bag. He started checking my bag and somehow found the 1200 USD that my office paid for the official work.
He started asking for money in Spanish. Though I understood it the first time but still I tried to remain ignorant. For the next 10 minutes, I was only saying ‘No Spanish’ and he was trying to make me understand like a monkey that he wants money. All this shit was happening inside a toilet. Then I gave up.
I asked how much.He said $100 for each officer. I came in Indian mode and started bargaining. I started acting like a hungry person so that he gets frustrated and leaves me but man..he was adamant. Finally, I bring him down to $20 each. I paid the extortion money and ran as fast as I could.
The only lesson I learnt is that this symbol is common irrespective of the language, colour, race or country.
Those who follow the trend will prosper; those who go against it will perish.
China’s national reunification is the overwhelming and irresistible trend of history.
‘Taiwan independence’ means war, and division brings no peace.
Shouldering the sacred mission of safeguarding national sovereignty and territorial integrity, the Chinese PLA is fully prepared and stays highly vigilant.
We will take resolute actions to smash any ‘Taiwan independence’ separatist attempts and thwart any foreign interference.”
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Excerpt from remarks by Chinese Defense Ministry spokesperson Senior Colonel Wu Qian at the Regular Press Conference, May 30, 2024.
Isn’t re-electing Biden kind of like the Titanic backing up into the iceberg again?
You know, as a non-American, I find it pretty morbidly fascinating how the Republicans shamelessly attack Biden and the Democrats with exactly the kinds of things they are the most guilty of themselves.
It’s incredibly cringe- like watching a morbidly obese person on a mobility scooter riding around attacking mildly overewight people for being “fat”. There’s nothing funny about watching that level of poor self-awareness.
I continuously hear Trump call Biden “crooked Joe Biden” when it is he, and not Biden, who is the first former president to be charged with a bucket of crimes.
He calls Biden “Sleepy Joe” when he can’t keep his own eyes open during his own trial.
He says Biden is senile and incapable of coherent speech when he was the one sent to take a cognitive assessment and his own speeches are borderline gibberish formed of rambling digressions set in the vocabulary of a slow 5th grader.
He calls the Democrats “extremists” when he is the one who incited an insurrection.
He calls Biden “the worst president in history” when, by any reasonable yardstick, Trump is the worst, most incomptent, mentally-unstable leader since Idi Amin Dada.
He accuses the Democrats of ruining America’s reputation in the world and turning the country into a joke, while the world remembers him making a fool of himself at the UN, making puppy-dog eyes at Kim Jong-Un (who he still can’t resist praising) and stuffing himself into the worst tailored tux seen since Laurel and Hardy parodied a night at the opera, to meet, and disgust, the late Queen Elizabeth II.
Honestly, everything the Republicans say is a poorly-disguised self-own. Almost nothing they accuse the other side of is not an outrageous “tu quoque” at themselves!
People laugh but I find this level of mass delusion genuinely alarming.
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What was the most illegal thing you have ever done on a computer?
Originally Answered: What is the most illegal thing you have ever done with your computer?
As a kid, I liked to hack. Not for doing damage or stealing, but to play on big computers.
There was a lawyer’s office in the town center – a big chain. And walking past one evening, I saw a modem with a rotary phone on top. In the U.K. it was common to have the phone number of the phone written on a piece of paper in the center of the dial.
Heart racing, I climbed through the plants outside the window to get a better look. I wrote down the number.
I got home, and dialed it.
It rang, and rang. No answer.
So they called out on it.
Next day I called their head office, and asked the receptionist if Mike was still in charge of the I.T. department.
“No, Sir. I have never heard of a “Mike””
“My memory! Shameful! So, what is his name?”
“Why, it’s Peter; I can connect you.”
“No need, I had the wrong guy, the wrong office maybe. Thank you for your time”.
I called the modem number again, only this was also during office hours.
“Err, hello?” Said a surprised worker as he answered the phone that never rang.
“Hi, this is Peter at head office. What the hell is going on there?”
“Err, what?”
“Every time you log in today, you delete 4 files. Some are files not even assigned to your branch.”
“Errr, what??”
“*Sigh* ok, let’s get you out of trouble. When did you log in last?”
“Oh, ok, thanks. Err, about an hour ago”
“Right, what number did you dial in on?”
“Err, the usual one”
“Obviously, but there are 6 “usual” numbers. I am getting you out of trouble, can’t you save me from having to look that up?”
“Oh, right, sorry, errr 555-555-5555”
“Perfect. And your username is?”
“James.Smith”
“That’s great, what password are you using?”
“Err, we are not meant to give that out”
“I know, that’s why I called on this number. I can fax the request, you can fax the answer, and I will have to report that you slowed down my work at the partner’s meeting I have to be at in 3 minutes. James, I am just trying to help you out here, save me some paper work, oil the wheels…”
“Ohh. Gotcha. Thank you. It’s ‘some-password'”
“Thanks, right, I gotta go fix it”.
That night, after playing with the system, I left it printing “your security needs serious attention.”.
It would have printed until out of paper.
There were others, but I enjoyed that one, the simple pleasures 🙂
At that time, my actions were not criminal. Today, the same thing would be illegal.
Stout-Braised Corned Beef Tacos
with Fiery Cabbage Slaw
A great Mexican twist to corned beef is an excellent choice for Saint Patrick’s Day if you are looking for something new and unusual to serve. In addition to the regular instructions for a slow cooker, directions are also given for making this in an Instant Pot.
Rub corned beef brisket with package of pickling seasonings.
Place onion, carrot, celery, garlic, beef broth, tomato paste, brown sugar and black pepper in a 4-1/2 to 5-1/2-quart slow cooker. Stir to combine.
Place Corned Beef, fat side up, on top of the vegetable mixture. Pour stout beer over brisket. Cover and cook on HIGH for 6 TO 7 hours or on LOW for 9 to 10 hours or until brisket is fork tender.
Remove corned beef and place on a cutting board, spooning a bit of the liquid over the top. Carve brisket into thin slices across the grain.
To make slaw, whisk together mayonnaise, vinegar, red pepper sauce, sugar, salt and pepper in a large bowl. Add cabbage, carrot and green onions. Toss gently to combine.
Serve with beef in tortillas with Fiery Slaw. Garnish with toppings, as desired.
Pressure Cooker/Instant Pot
Rub Corned Beef Brisket with package of pickling seasonings.
Combine onion, carrot, celery, garlic, beef broth, tomato paste, brown sugar, and black pepper in the insert of the pressure cooker. Stir to combine.
Place Corned Beef, fat side up, on top of the vegetable mixture. Pour stout beer over brisket.
Seal lid and set unit to HIGH pressure for 90 minutes. Let pressure release naturally for 20 minutes, then manually release remaining pressure.
Remove corned beef and place on a cutting board, spooning a bit of the liquid over the top. Carve brisket into thin slices across the grain.
To make slaw, whisk together mayonnaise, vinegar, red pepper sauce, sugar, salt and pepper in a large bowl. Add cabbage, carrot and green onions. Toss gently to combine.
Serve beef in tortillas with Fiery Slaw. Garnish with toppings, as desired.
Nutrition
Per serving: Calories 420; Total fat 24 g (Sat. fat 7g; Trans fat 0g); Cholest. 75mg; Sodium 1870mg; Total Carb. 24g; Fiber 2g; Total Sugars 9g; Protein 22g; Vit D (0% DV); Calcium (2% DV); Iron (15% DV); Potas. (10% DV)
Do you think the decline in shares of Taiwan Semiconductor Manufacturing Corp. is a temporary setback or a long-term trend?
This is the market warning TSMC about its long term prospects.
TSMC’ s casting its lot to decouple from China by abiding to all U.S. sanctions, committing $65 billion in three greenfield leading-edge fabs in Arizona to manufacture the most advanced chips in the U.S. and setting up new fabs in the E.U. and Japan.
These certainly look like they’re leaving the China market for SMIC to fill. And the market sees the SMIC is catching up. They’re now making 5-nm chips without the EUV machines.
Now even for an idiot, this is the question that TSMC must be pondering: Where the SHIT are they going to sell the chips their fabs in the U.S., E.U. and Japan will be making?
TSMC must know China is the market. And they’re making do with other technologies as Huawei is without the “advanced chips”.
And China is making fast progress at becoming self-sufficient in chips by building out the ecosystem for its own chip manufacturing infrastructure and experimenting new technologies. And if this were to play out, it is very likely that TSMC and ASML will be left out in the cold.
The market can see as a possible fate for these two titans of the chip industryi.
ASML is trying to hang on with its remaining business in China. The most telling how important China is despite the sanction going on its second year, China is still more important than all its other markets combined. The video is about their government now pushing back at U.S. pressure.
But this may be too late if China develops it own technologies and alternative to the ASML machines.
And lastly, it’s TSMC that is the most vulnerable. Yes, they’re the Numero uno and rule the industry but consider this – Apple accounted for $17.52 billion or 25% of TSMC’s total revenue in 2023. This company losing just one client automatically put it in the red in the industry where you’re as good as your last chip. And TSMC has now being all its egg with the U.S.!
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Why do hijras (eunuchs) look so scary and frighten even the bravest men?
I was in Kolkata when a terrified tamilian friend of my wife called to say a group of Hijras were outside their flat demanding money to bless their new born baby
I was the only man and was sent out to confront them
I had never felt more frightened in my life
There were 5–6 of them standing and demanding to bless the new born baby, sing and dance and get some money
Then I decided to talk to them
I didn’t know bengali that well so I asked them in Hindi what they wanted and they said they wanted to bless the baby and sing and dance and get money
I asked “How much money”
They said “500 Bucks”
This was 1994 and 500 Bucks wasn’t a small sum
I said “50” and expected a lot of yelling and shouting. Instead they asked how I could be so mean and how tough their life was
Suddenly it was a TN Traffic cop situation where a ₹50/- demand soon became a ₹5/- for a cup of tea (Old days, the 1990s)
We went back and forth and finally negotiated for ₹100/- and I stuck to ₹100/- and finally paid them from my own pocket to leave without any dance or song
I never got my money back
That lady thanked me and said she would pay me back but I never got the money back
Forget they are Hijras
Just talk to them like they are people and trust me it works
You get intimidated by the appearance and the voice and the social embarrassment but if you can stick to your guns, they are just people
Today in Bangalore, near Jayadeva Hospital road, suddenly they came and begged for money and before I could say no, my wife pushed a 20 into the hand of the Hijra to get rid of the embarrassment
Instead you could politely say “No”
You would have if this was a normal beggar
Just look at them as normal human beings and forget the clothes and the voices
Suddenly it feels pretty normal
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What is the craziest thing you have ever said to your boss, with or without getting fired?
I have only been fired once. It was the worst job I have ever had. My father owned a car dealership, he told me that if I ever wanted to work for him, I had to learn the business somewhere else before I could come work for him. I had just graduated with an English degree and found a job selling cars.
All car salesman do not deserve the negative stigma that comes with the occupation, but there are many that do deserve the scorn. It is a complicated business. Pay is based on sales commissions. If you do not sell a car, you are given a weekly stipend that will be deducted from your commission when you finally do sell a car.
My first four months were great. I sold 8, 10, 12, 16 cars. Then my fifth month I sold 12 again. My boss made some comment about me slipping. The next month I sold 14, he still made comments about my not selling up to standards expected. There was a board with a list of all the salesman and the number of cars they had out in the Breakroom. Looking at the list, I was in the middle.
It was frustrating to have a boss giving me a hard time when it seemed he allowed others to perform at a lower level. When I came close to making a deal, the boss would refuse any negotiation offers from my customers. I was either selling cars at full price, or not at all. He was not helping me sell the car. My next month was the worst ever. We were three weeks in and I had sold only five cars.
The third Saturday of the month was a do or die day for me to make a sale and salvage my month. Saturdays are generally the best day in car sales. Even the worst salesman can sell a car on Saturday. This particular Saturday, I planned to sell two or three cars.
After our morning sales meeting, my boss said to me, “Can you come by my office?”
I followed him in and sat down across from him. He began by telling me how I started strong but had fallen off on my sales the past couple months. He complained about my efforts and said I could sell a lot more and that he expected more from me considering that my Dad owned a dealership and I grew up around the business.
“You have to sell a car by the end of the day today or you are fired” he said. “I promise you! Don’t take that as a mere threat.”
“You had better hope I sell a car then,” I said.
“Why should I care if YOU sell a car?” He asked incredulously. “You are the one who will be without a job.”
“Because if you make me work my whole Saturday and fire me at the end of the day I am going to beat the shit out of you,” I said. “… and don’t take that as a mere threat.”
“That’s it you’re fired!” He said. “Get out of here.”
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What should you do when people are rude to you in public?
Yesterday, I parked my car near the temple on the street. I got down of the car and washed my hands with the water I brought from home.
This lead to spilling some water on the road.
Suddenly, a guy arrived on his scooty and stood ahead of me.
He started using cuss words and said, ‘you idiot, that is my house, in front of which you are washing your hands. Do you have any shame, next time you do this you will see what I do to you.’
He didn’t even let me speak and kept going on and on.
His house was across the road, a few metres away from where I stood. Also by the time he spoke, the water had already dried.
I felt like giving him a mouthful, but then I realised that what will I get in return, abuses? Physical altercation? Insult? And frustration for days?
He kept speaking, and I smiled and walked inside the temple. (I was wearing a mask so he couldn’t notice my smile)
He kept staring and speaking in a harsh tone while I calmly worshipped.
By the time I returned, he was gone.
It may appear cowardice I assure you it isn’t.
Why should I frustrate myself, create unnecessary discomfort and lose my peace for a stranger who doesn’t even have adequate manners?
Why should I become like him and lose my traits and wisdom?
Most importantly, why should I bother myself at all?
Earlier, I would have definitely hit that person or given him back his deeds with interest, but every time I did that, I ended up suffering in some way or the other. Also the impact of such fights stays for days. So I decided to deal with such people using a mature outlook, and I am happy with that.
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Do you know anyone who has won a lottery? Did the money change them?
I do. It ruined his life.
This man lived in a rural area, and worked at the only truly large employer. Plenty of scattered mom and pop types, but this was a branch of a corporation. He loved his job.
He struck it for millions. Well, you have to identify yourself to claim it. It hit all the papers, even out to the city, where I lived.
When people realize you have won the lottery, people come out of the woodwork to try to get a piece of it. Every relative, no matter how distant, came calling, demanding with various levels of pleading to get some of the money. He didn’t think he should have to share it, so those relatives stopped speaking to him.
It’s not just relatives: neighbors, coworkers, “friends”, they’ll come around and aren’t subtle. He said no to them as well. They weren’t happy either.
You also get all kinds of crazies knocking at your door and calling your phone number. They got contacts from people pleading for money for their son’s kidney transplant or whatever. Lots of sob stories, lots of pleading, lots of insults.
Frightened by the attention and the chaos, his wife became overwhelmed and had a nervous breakdown. She would eventually divorce him.
The economy in his area turned. The corporation he worked at began layoffs. As he had been there forever, his seniority insulated him from worry about being cut, but it didn’t insulate him from bullying from his coworkers about how he was taking a job from someone who needed the money to feed their family or keep their home. He couldn’t take it eventually, and left his beloved job.
So, he won millions and lost everything else: his friends, his wife, and his job. He still lives in his old house, and every so often walks into town and buys everyone at the local diner breakfast.
With the US and Britain proving unable to dislodge the Houthis from their strongholds or stop the militia from attacking Israeli-linked, American and British vessels in the Red and Arabian Seas, commercial shippers have increasingly eyed Russia’s Northern Sea Route as an attractive potential alternative, a leading mainstream US news magazine has reported.
“The surging costs and fear of getting hit by Houthi drones and missiles have led some shippers to consider the Arctic as an alternative, as melting ice begins opening new potential on the so-called Northern Sea Route,” Foreign Policy wrote.
The article ‘discovered’ what Russian officials and media have been saying for years – that the 5,600 km Northern Sea Route is the shortest maritime route between Europe and Asia, and can shave 8,000 km or more of distance, and 40-60 percent in time, off shipments, compared to traditional Europe-Asia routes through the presently troubled waters in the Middle East.
“The ability to slash some 5,000 miles off a ship’s journey would mean much faster travel times – a major plus in today’s world of online retail and next-day delivery,” FP said.
Unfortunately for the West, there’s a catch: 70 percent of the Arctic, including virtually the entire length of the Arctic portion of the route, passes through Russian waters. “Ships wanting to use the route must secure the Russians’ permission and pay them transit fees. Given current relations between many Western countries and Russia amid the Ukraine war, that poses an obvious challenge,” the magazine lamented.
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When should a child move out of their parents’ house?
This reminds me of my older son. As a teenager he would say “I can’t wait till I am 18, so I will be free.” I asked him “Free to do what??” and he would say “Whatever I want to!” At that time, I told I “OK, on your 18th birthday, you will get eviction papers. On your 17th birthday, you will get luggage so you have a year to practice packing!” I had told a friend of this conversation, because as a parent, I knew it was a joke. Well, this friend owned a thrift store and gave me a suitcase to give to him. So on his 17th birthday, he came downstairs to see a huge navy blue suitcase sitting in the corner with a huge blue bow on it. The look on his face was priceless, as if to say “Really, Mom???” He didn’t know that all of his real gifts were inside.
Seriously, though, your child and life circumstances will dictate when they should move out. Can they afford to move out? Are they still in school? Do they have a job? Do they have the life skills? I don’t believe there should be a set time in their life where we say “OK, it’s time. Move out!”
My older son joined the Navy, and was in the Delayed Entry Program. He stayed with us until he left for Basic Training. He has been on his own since. My younger son (who asked where his luggage was on his 17th birthday) went the college route. He went away to college and when he graduated, he came back home. He was welcome here until her got on his feet. He stayed with us for about 5 years. He is now living with his fiancee and planning his wedding next year.
As every person is different, so is the time they should move out.
I have been thinking about including short science fiction stories with my daily posts. Please kindly tell me what you all think about this addition. MM
The badlands had ceased expanding, and there was just enough food to support one or two researchers—well, maybe only one—and that would be me.
The bishop had his hands full. A guard saw me into his office, and the bishop sat waiting behind a huge, salvaged desk between us.
The desk, a marvel, held my gaze. Its rich, brown hue was a testament to its unique origin, a strange wood with a veneer of such smoothness, partially burned away, creating a mesmerizing play of colors. I couldn’t help but wonder about the lives that were risked to retrieve such a treasure.
“You are?” he said, not looking up. Now, if it were up to me, I would fall on my knees and kiss his ecclesiastical ring, listen to his blessings, and wait for benediction. Such was my upbringing, which I had only known since…forever. To be in his presence was an honor granted to so few.
But I must answer him! Yet remembering my very name seemed an extraneous and worthless undertaking.
“Thomas Cranwell, to commoners excluded from knowing my ecclesial rank,” I said, finally.
“Why do you exclude yourself?” he asked again, without looking up from whatever was absorbing him. “Are you not to work for the extension of the Kingdom of God?”
“It is for an uncommon request. Permission to attend at Bradwell,” I practically whispered.
That got his attention. I am asking for something forbidden. To speak of Bradwell and the treasures of antiquity that it contained was to invite suspicion.
Myths, stories, and legends about the sacrifices made to build Bradwell many generations ago were a staple around campfires at night. After the cataclysm and before the new orientation, the building of Bradwell took place in a time so dark that our present darkness looked light by comparison. Yet I was convinced that understanding our past would help build our future!
I threw caution to the wind. Before I knew what I was doing, I was kneeling before him, seeking his hand to kiss his ring, even as I could not see that the guard had moved to strike me from behind.
“Stay your hand!” the bishop ordered. “What have we here? A search for knowledge at any cost?”
“Only a fool who seeks to serve, Your Excellency!” My tears were so copious that if I looked at him, I imagined he would send me off straight away. He laid his hand on my head.
“Thomas, I’ll inquire about your character. Send me your references and bid me a good day!”
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I had to work while I waited. Luckily for me, I had learned a trade as a metal scavenger. It was considered a low occupation, but it was necessary since the metal that never rusts could no longer be made and was highly prized. However, my unusual request made people suspicious of me. Even the scraps I found in the well-combed hills and valleys surrounding Urhan fetched such low prices that I began to starve. Being without family and friends in any place was inviting death into your life. I hoped I would not have to wait long for the bishop to answer!
When news came that the bishop had approved my request, I now had a servant, David, a protection seal on paper, no less, and a stipend. The bishop’s generosity quite shocked me. Was he an antiquarian? Even if only in secret? I couldn’t account for my good fortune otherwise.
We hastened to start our journey. David was young—only sixteen—yet enthusiastic and uncommonly curious. When I told David we were off to Bradwell, he jumped for joy! I warned him to conserve his strength. It would be a long and challenging journey, even for one like himself. Besides, he was to support me, such as I was.
Upon leaving Urhan, David removed his sandals and shook the dust off them, motioning me to do the same.
“A curse on any who did not help us!” he shouted with glee.
This made me angry. “You hardly know what it is, you ask!” I said. “We have nothing but what we carry—nothing at all. It could be that a curse has been laid on us! Mind your place, boy!”
David’s eyes fell, and he began to weep. “Forgive me, Father, he said.
“It is your youth and inexperience that speaks,” I answered. “The world is larger than we know!”
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We arrived at Urhan Station, a smaller community composed almost entirely of humbler folk, primarily farmers. I was not incardinated anywhere in the Urhan region. I thought it proper to approach the local magistrate to inform him of our presence and request leave to be accommodated for at least one night, perhaps two. Upon reviewing my documents, I was permitted to stay, provided I sought provisions in the local market and remained at the local inn. This I was happy to do.
Thank God news had not spread about my mission. It was a relief to be treated courteously for once, and I relished the opportunity to rest and regain my strength.
David was enraptured by the many sights of Urhan Station, which he had never visited before, even though it was only twenty miles from where he lived.
“Father, shall we hear Mass today?” he inquired.
“Certainly!” I replied.
We soon happened upon the parish church, a quaint, quite old stucco and wood structure dating back to the earliest days of the Urhan region’s reconstruction. Even today, the church outshone the other various dwellings, which were much more bare and plain-looking. A bell rang out, calling the populace to prayer. The church was soon filled.
I was struck by Father Bruno, the priest who said Mass. His intensely blue eyes and reputation for knowing people’s sins without being told drew many visitors for confession, even from Urhan proper. I feared he would somehow know of our mission, so I hung back in one of the back pews.
When Mass was over, and we had finished our Thanksgiving prayers, he strode right to the back of the church to see me, calling me by name, although we had never met.
“Father Cranwell! Know you, not your duty! To serve God! It is not your place to seek that which God has destroyed!”
He said this so loudly that David prostrated himself at his feet, weeping and begging forgiveness. I was stunned, and when Father Bruno had left, and I regained my composure, it was plain that we would have to leave Urhan Station; the sooner, the better.
David wept incessantly. On the one hand, he knew he might fall prey to ruffians or dire circumstances, being alone without my support. Yet, given his religious upbringing, he could not ignore Father Bruno’s words, and I would not contradict a fellow priest, so I released David from his obligation to me.
I did this with a heavy heart, wondering if I would survive long enough to arrive at Bradwell without David’s support. Yet I had to think of what was best for the boy.
“You are free to leave,” I said as we left Urhan Station.
“Where will I go?” he asked.
“Don’t you have a family to return to?”
“Family? My family is the church. I am an orphan!”
With this, I stopped to look at him. David was in tears again. I was nearly beside myself with grief, too. It was clear that he could not make a decision.
“Come with me, and you will no longer be an orphan but a son to me!” I said, wiping both his and my own tears.
#
We were quite clearly approaching the badlands. Strange, disfigured animals approached us, peering out from the undergrowth. David readied his slingshot, and I, my staff.
“I could hit one!” David exulted.
“Let us pass by the side,” I answered. Thus, we took detours through thick brambles to avoid these “denizens of hell,” as the common folk called them.
The road, too, became more rutted and overgrown. Signs warned us not to go further, though the further we went, the more rotted they appeared, like the people who erected them had passed on or failed to maintain them.
We had to sleep in the open air in a shelter we could make from branches and sticks. It began to rain. I had heard of the constant rain in the heart of the badlands, soaking you through and through. We knew not to drink from the fetid swamps that threatened to overwhelm the road, which now resembled more of a simple path than a road.
“Is God punishing us?” David asked after a tough night when I coughed more than I slept. “Isn’t it clear we shouldn’t be here?” he continued. He was throwing stones into the swamp, a look of defeat on his face.
“Hush now and trust,” I said. We have not come all this way to die now!”
But I wondered how much more we could take, wearied to the bone from the dampness and privations caused by a lack of food and good sleep, never mind the constant fear of what might happen if we grew inattentive or were unlucky.
After three days, the path abruptly stopped at a ruined habitation. No one was home, and it looked like no one had been there for some time. After my brave words to David, my heart sank. Where to now to Bradwell?
Had I fallen prey to pride? It was Father Bruno’s words that echoed in my mind.
I sank to my knees and wept.
I could have died there and then and been happy to meet my maker, poor, alone, a sinner in need of redemption. It was David who came to my rescue.
He bounded into my view even though I lay prone in the muck and filth in those last few steps on the path to nowhere.
“Look, Father!” He helped me up. “Come over here! Do you see it? Up on the hill!”
My poor eyes were unaccustomed to focusing at such a distance, yet I could just make out a building built on a hill. Was it a monastery?
I could see it shining like a beacon, a bright sheen off what looked like stout walls as we hobbled closer, David supporting me with every step I took.
#
By some magic I had never seen before, the gate to the monastery slid open to reveal a monk dressed in a black tunic. He did not speak, only motioning to us to follow him. A Benedictine? I had never seen one before.
The monk’s tunic hung loosely over his body, stopping only at his ankles. He wore a rectangular piece of cloth over his shoulders called a scapular that appeared to be made of wool. When he turned to lead us to the community, I noticed his cowl limp and unused, the sun only beginning to make its presence known.
It was an edifying experience to see such calm and serene purpose in this one monk who neither sought nor cared for our taking any notice of him whatsoever.
We climbed some hewn stone stairs to such a height! It was utterly exhausting. I had to stop frequently to catch my breath, but I could still reach a portico, the sun clothed with refracted light through the most marvelous stained glass, again as something I had never seen before. I reached out to touch it, causing the light to fall in a sudden dazzling brilliance as if moved by unseen hands. I wanted to stop and question the monk about how light could be so liquid yet impervious to my understanding!
But he moved ever onward, not looking back.
We reached a stolid door of massive weight, again opening at a mere touch! What I presumed to be the abbot greeted us.
The abbot wore a black cappa, which is a full-length cloak over his tunic. He also wore a ring, which he held out to me.
I collapsed before I could kiss his ring, and from what David told me later, I hit my head on the stone floor, losing consciousness.
#
I awoke in an infirmary, or what looked like one. David was so happy to see me come to my senses. He looked fatigued as if he had been waiting a long time by my side, sitting on a wicker chair next to an untouched tray of food on a small table.
“Eat, father!” he said, his voice catching him unawares like he had not spoken for hours. Then, he cleared his throat and looked as if he might cry.
I had more important things on my mind. “What of the…abbot?” I gasped as I reached for a plain, remarkably shaped glass containing a liquid I did not recognize.
David handed it to me. “He never spoke to me. After you collapsed, two monks carried you here. Will you get well, Father?” he pleaded.
“God willing!” I said. You are so faithful to me; how can it be otherwise?” I joked, but then I frowned. “But there is much to discuss…” I said as I tried to get out of bed.
“Not until you are well!” David commanded. “Eat!”
#
The days went swiftly by. A monk with remarkable medical knowledge examined me. And there was so much food! So much more than I was used to.
Then, several days later, another monk with such bright eyes came to get me. This one was not unassuming or silent. He was talkative, so much so that I wondered if he was a monk or a commoner dressed in monk attire!
“Know you, not your duty!” I exclaimed at one point amid his chatter.
He rounded on me, his confident air dissipating as air escapes a putrid cask.
“Know you, not yours?” he replied. With that, we both fell into sullen silence. He then led me to see the abbot.
#
It was as before. This time, I kissed the abbot’s ring and returned to standing before him in what looked like the chapter house, a meeting room where the community would gather to conduct business.
Gazing about, I saw things on shelves I had never seen before. Whether they were functional or not escaped me; some seemed to be parts of other, larger objects. Here and there, you could see these recognizable parts protruding. But I was not given leave to stare at these unusual artifacts for long.
“You and your servant are welcome to stay with us!” the abbot announced. “I have made inquiries, and the bishop of Urhan diocese has vouched for you. The bishop was once a monk at this very place! What exactly have you come here to do?”
“Father Abbot, I wish to conduct research.”
“By all means, let us visit the scriptorium and the library!”
Again, there was light that I had never seen before.
In a wonder of wonders, I was led into the scriptorium, where monks sat at tables reading words that appeared and disappeared on pages filled with light, with no visible candles.
Then, many books in unknown languages were in the library, with pictures not drawn or painted of such wonders as I could scarcely describe! Many of these books were burned, and some could not be read. Still, everything was neatly stored and accounted for.
“Why not let everyone see these wonders,” I asked.
The Abbot was taken aback. “Do you believe that the people would comprehend that we were once prosperous, but now we are poor only because of a war of unimaginable fury as if the very wrath of God enveloped everything? This is knowledge for only a select few!”
The Abbot, setting aside his vows, embraced me and continued speaking for what seemed like a very long time.
“You need hardly wonder! Was it not always so? Monks preserved knowledge, whether of religion or not, that would have been lost otherwise in past times. We do so today, as always. Forever, until the end of time itself!”
So began my new life. Father Bruno could remind the people of what went wrong, and I would now discover why.
What is the hardest thing you have ever done?
Survived on 10 Rs for 11 days. I lived on borrowed food and also ate free food at temples. Cycled a distance of about 24 km everyday. Lost friends, Girlfriend, faith in everything but ended up being stronger and learning a lot of lessons.
On 21st October 2010 all I had was 10 Rs. in my wallet. You can only buy a cup of tea with that amount of money. Life was hell for 11 days (From 21st to 31st October 2010) I would eat mostly at temple(prasad) or eat bits from food offered by other employees who worked with me, then go to the wash room and cry at my situation. I would come back home tired after cycling for 12 km and cry on my bed and fall asleep because of exhaustion. Wake up early and cycle back to work.
On the 11th day I went to my uncle’s place where my Grandmother was staying at that time. Because I met my Grandmother after a long time and she gave me 20 Rs. She put it in my hand and said “I know you earn much more, right now I have only 20 ₹, keep it, it’s a blessing” I had tears in my eyes and don’t know why but I felt she understood what I had gone through. I immediately hugged her and cried for a while. It is customary for grandparents in our family to give some money to grandchildren when they meet after a long time. I bought a bun & a cup of tea from a bakery that evening with that money. The first time I had spent in 10 days.
Looking Back, the most stupid thing I have done in my life so far : starting a business in 2009 with a couple of friends. I was always fascinated to start something on my own. Stupid because firstly I trusted people’s words and believed them and secondly I took risks without contingency. I had taken loan from the bank for the initial investment of business, the business partners had their own savings though. The first few months were manageable, but come August 2010 things became very bad for us. I had to borrow money from friends to pay salaries of the people working with us. My credit card was already maxed out. Plus I had EMI of the loan and the 4 wheeler EMI. The 4 wheeler down payment was paid by dad & Sister and for the EMI I had promised I would pay, otherwise at home no one was interested in the 4 wheeler.
Come 5th October 2010 the date of my EMI and all money in my account was over. In fact if I remember there was 14 paisa in my account. Of course I had a few 100 Rs in my wallet. I begged my friends to help with some money and no one did. My partners always said they too had no money, only that they still continued living with a decent lifestyle (One of the reasons I left the business in mid 2011). In fact my business partners did not even bother to acknowledge the fact that in the beginning while our share of profits was still good, month after month I would invest back my share of profits to the business, they would not, nor would they ask me to take my share. By mid month(October) almost all my money was spent. My parents were in my home town. I was living in a place where I had even taken loans from neighbors. The idea of staying at home would be really bad as people would ask back their money.
I had to stay at home and not switch on the lights for the fear of the neighbors asking back their money. Since there was no light I would sleep early, wake up early and cycle to work 12 km one way (Tough in a city where there is an uneven terrain and without any food, all the rice and other food items at home I had consumed by mid month). By now I was also having a rough patch with my ex. Once I explained things to her, & even cried in front of her because of my situation, all she did was patiently listen(like she would always do but not help.) All I wanted was some emotional support but probably she felt that I wanted some money from her and very politely said “I got to go, parents are waiting at home”. I could have asked my parents for help but the business was started against their wishes and they would ask me to explain a lot of things and ask me to quit, also the fact that I had already borrowed a lot of money from them.
By the start of next month things got better, and ya I started taking my share of profits which I was not doing earlier. Slowly I started working towards saving some money every month(this went on a long way to help in getting my sister married a couple of years later). This phase of my life or rather the 3–4 months was the toughest I had in all fronts, Bad business, bad finances, bad health, bad mindset, bad temper, bad relationship and bad memories. I remember that by November 1st week when my parents were back things were getting normal and I started to tell them bit by bit about the problems in business. They helped a lot in those troubling time.
And lastly, I still keep the 10 Rs note in my Wallet and I would not give it to anyone for whatever amount they offer me. It keeps reminding me that the tough times are gone and even if life gets harder I can handle it.
Stir together the water, Italian dressing mix, ranch dressing mix, and brown gravy mix together in a bowl until smooth.
Place the beef roast into a slow cooker, and pour the sauce over top.
Cook on LOW until the roast is easily pierced by a fork, 6 to 8 hours.
What is the most surprising thing you have accidentally overheard about yourself?
I had a very dear friend…actually an unrequited love…that died of leukemia when he was 26. We had been close from pretty much the time we met in college, but our stars never aligned. We dated, but he eventually married someone who divorced him 3 months before he died.
I visited him whenever he was in hospital. The last time I beat my blood donation to his room by 5 minutes. His Mom (who adored me because I got up to clear dishes with her the first time I had dinner with them), was with him as usual. I knew he was close to the end and didn’t want to chase her out and told her she didn’t need to leave for me, but she insisted. She came back a few minutes before I left.
My friend’s dad called me a week later at work to give me the news and let me know about arrangements. The funeral was about 5 hours away. My mom took a mutual friend and me to the funeral.
His family was surprised and pleased that we came all that way and invited us for lunch at his sister’s house. We three travelers mingled and talked separately for a couple of hours and then headed home.
On the way home Mom related a talk she had had with my friend’s mom. Friend’s mom said that she spent most of her time at the hospital when her son was there as he was for days and weeks at a time. She loved her son and didn’t want him to be alone. She usually stayed no matter who came to visit. But she said she always felt safe leaving him alone with me…that I was the only one she felt safe leaving him alone with…and that he was always better after I visited.
I knew he was my soul mate, but that kind of sealed the deal.
Did you ever beat up the high school bully in front of everyone?
Not the high school bully, but the town pervert who liked to prey on 13-14 year old girls. I was 18 at the time, and had a summer job running a game room on the main street of my home town. I was only 5 feet 2 inches tall, so not very intimidating to look at. One day while I was working three young teenage girls came running in and asked me to hide them. Right on their heels was the known pervert who was only not in jail due to family influence. I walked up to him and told him to leave. Note he was over 6 feet tall and in his late 20s. He smirked at me and reached out to shove me out of his way so I put him to the floor, screaming in pain. You see, my father had extremely rigid notions that you never hurt or harassed those weaker than yourself but he knew others didn’t feel that way, so he taught me some nasty tricks to take down any bullies. In this case I grabbed his wrist and bent it back, putting him in severe pain, then with my other hand reached out and grabbed his neck on the nerves and put him to the floor. I then told him he was banned for life from the game room and told him to get out. After that, the game room was a place of safety for the kids in that town
What is the best way to respond when someone tells you “You’re not invited”?
It depends on the situation. I used to go out once a week after work with three other women. One time they were talking about the next week’s outing being at a different place and I said, “Oh that sounds like fun.” And they said, “Oh, you’re not invited. We’re going out with a different coworker and she doesn’t know you very well so we didn’t think she’d want you there.” I was like… why are you discussing a weekly outing that I’m not included in? I told them I was going to the ladies’ room so they could firm up these plans without me at the table, and will hopefully be done discussing it by the time I return. I thought it was incredibly rude of them to discuss it like that in front of me. I don’t need to be included in every outing, but don’t talk about it like it’s our next outing, and then inform me I’m not invited. Of course the other person heard about it from them and wanted me to come, but at that point there was no way I’d join them. Covid broke up our weekly outings soon after.
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When I was a young boy, we moved to a small rural town in Western Pennsylvania; “East Brady”. I started school there, and started to attend third grade.
Right off the bat, all the other boys played basketball, football, baseball, and lots of other sports. But I didn’t. My father never played sports with me, he never watched sports, and my mother forbid me from playing “dangerous sports” outside.
So, when I entered school, I was at a terrible disadvantage.
I didn’t know how to play basketball, dribble a ball, catch a ball or make a basket. But all the others did. They had been doing so since they were three years old.
i was at a great disadvantage, and I was constantly picked on because of it. Not just by the boys, but the girls too. And Lordy! Even the teachers. It became hellish for me.
I tried to explain to my dad, but he wouldn’t have any of that. He would say “be a man”, and “you can learn”, and the proverbial “don’t listen to what they all say, you just ignore them”.
It didn’t work.
Not until i started lifting weights, has muscles the size of oil cans and started to fight back. But that was later on, 10th through 12th grade, but this narrative is about what happened with I was in fifth or sixth grade.
You see, even though I couldn’t play basketball, dribble or anything… my father insisted, and then ordered me to go get on the basketball team and play ball. Why?
Well, it was because that’s what all the other kids were doing.
WTF?
Didn’t he listen to me? I was at a strong and strict disadvantage. I could not play ball. I literally could not, and that made me the laughing stock of the class. We did not watch sports at home, we did not go to sports events, but somehow… somehow… I was supposed to be able to play them.
And I had to do it.
Do it because of what the other kids were doing? Seriously?
So yeah… for three years, I endured the taunting, the jokes and the pain from sixth grade though ninth grade because of something that my father demanded of me WITHOUT him actually participating in helping me obtain any skills.
yes.
Just gave orders. No on-hand training. Never attended the games. Never participated in any way, shape or form.
Fucking jack ass.
On the plus side, I’m making sure that this DOES NOT happen to my kids. So there is something positive that came out of this, don’t you know.
Moral…
Play ball, but only if you know how to.
Today…
What is an experience you had with a “Karen” you’ll never forget?
She brought her car in and asked what it would cost to replace the EGR valve.. Then she promptly spent the next ten minutes running down the shop that has been ripping her off for years, explaining how EVERY TIME she brought her car in to them, they said it was this, and then that didn’t fix it, so she had to pay more…
“So, would you like me to fix the car, or replace the EGR valve? They may not be the same thing..”
“What do you mean?”
“We could inspect the vehicle, identify the faults, and make a recommendation based on our findings..”
“You would charge me for that?”
“Yes, of course..”
“No, just change the EGR valve, they already told me what’s wrong with it! You guys are all alike!”
So, I wrote up the repair order, specifying “Replace EGR valve per customer request.”
I called her a couple hours later and told her the EGR valve had been replaced..
“It still runs terrible! You didn’t even change it, did you?!”
“Of course we replaced it.. I have your old EGR valve right here, along with the large chunk of carbon that had blocked it open.. We took the liberty of inspecting the engine after the work was done so I would be able to explain to you why it’s still running so badly.. If you’ll look right here, you can plainly see the ignition spark escaping the plug wire arcing to the cylinder head.. The chunk of carbon that blocked the EGR open resulted from unburned fuel entering your exhaust.. You need a tune-up.. I have that estimate for you right here, and as soon as you pay for the work we’ve already done, I’ll get started on it..”
“Why should I have to pay for that? You didn’t fix it!”
“Because you asked us to, as evidenced by this signed repair order, which expressly authorizes a mechanic’s lien in lieu of payment for services rendered.. If you choose not to pay this bill, I’ll place your vehicle in storage at $19.00 per day until such time as I can apply for a permit to sell the vehicle..”
She politely paid the bill, and paid up front for the tune-up.. The next day, she drove away in her perfectly running Nissan Quest..
What is the proof that fentanyl is made in China?
I am a Chinese and a worker in the IT industry. Fentanyl is a drug precursor, and its rational application in medicine is necessary. Some excellent answers have already explained the question in detail. Foreign intellectuals understand that this is a minor issue in the diplomatic struggle between China and the United States, and a new issue set by the United States to hinder the harmony of bilateral relations. So, regarding the issue of fentanyl, both the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the US State Department are making some clich é s. I want to tell some fresh stories about the relationship between ordinary Chinese people and drug abuse (吸毒). Most of them come from the original works of some guys I have read in Chinese online communities over the past few years. I wrote it down based on memories:
Story 1
A guy from Northeast China, he was in high school at the time. But fighting, sleeping, and pestering girls every day. But as long as he doesn’t take the initiative to provoke, no one cares about what he is doing. One day, he felt very bored and came up with a brilliant idea: to bring a small bag of soy milk powder from home (which is a traditional Chinese food, a mixture of soy powder and milk powder, with a slightly dull white powder appearance). Then roll the tin foil in the chocolate box into long strips. Then, he stole a lighter from home. The show begins: During the break, he takes out a tubular tin foil and carefully takes out a little bit of soy milk powder from a plastic bag, slowly putting it onto the tin foil. Then, light the lighter and bake under the tin foil with flames – this is a common scene of drug addicts in Hong Kong gangster movies. In an instant, all the classmates around him were stunned! A classmate shouted loudly and ran to the teacher’s office, telling everyone that this guy was taking drugs. Two strong male teachers ran into the classroom and knocked him down on the ground. One teacher extinguished the lighter, while the other teacher asked everyone to leave the classroom immediately to protect the crime scene. Then, someone called the police number. No matter how much the guy who usually causes trouble lies on the ground pleading and defending, it is ineffective. Until the police arrived at the school. Finally, the police gave this guy a lesson, and the school gave him a stern warning, requiring everyone in his family to come to the school to receive anti drug education. This guy is no longer arrogant anymore.
Story 2
A Chinese guy was surfing the internet and saw someone asking where to buy methamphetamine? In fact, it is almost impossible to buy drugs in China. So, this guy came up with a brilliant idea. He purchased some rock sugar, which looks like some semi transparent crystals. Then, tell the drug addict online that he has heroin in his hands, and the price is very cheap, only 1/5 of the black market price, and there is also a considerable amount of inventory. This price immediately attracted drug addicts. After some bargaining, the drug addict paid tens of thousands of yuan and bought a small bag of rock sugar from that guy. The supermarket sells for 5 yuan. However, this guy, in pursuit of the pinnacle of art, kindly tells drug addicts: I will mail it to you through China Post. However, in order to avoid the police, we must be smarter. For example, I would use packaging bags of rock sugar to hold these methamphetamine, and when you receive the goods, if someone asks, you would answer, “This is just a bag of rock sugar.”. Okay, they happily reached the deal, and this guy made tens of thousands of yuan with just a bag of rock sugar. And the poor drug addict who couldn’t buy drugs, after receiving sweet and delicious rock sugar, became extremely angry and had to report to the police that he had been deceived. So much so that when the police asked him how you were deceived, he had to admit that he was a drug addict. He said to the police, I would rather be locked up in a drug rehabilitation center than have this scammer get legal sanctions! Finally, this guy was sentenced to three years in prison for the crime of fraud.
Story 3
A boy who is currently in college is hosting a party with several other boys and girls at his home. In China, college student parties mean they eat hot pot together, play computer games, watch movies, eat snacks, and so on. Afterwards, they played cards. And it was agreed that the loser should take a sip of apple cider vinegar, which is a strange health drink that many people dislike. Then, a few college students had a sudden idea. They drilled several holes into the lid of the bottle of apple cider vinegar, each with a long straw inserted. This way, if someone loses a card game, they can use their own straw to take a sip of sour vinegar. After a while, the boy’s parents went home. When they saw their child and a group of young men and women using multiple straws to suck something, the boy’s father immediately called the police and told them, “My child is gathering to take drugs.”. Because in some movies, drug scenes include empty bottles, plastic hoses, and some liquids. The police rushed in, and several children turned pale in fear. What is the final result? The father apologized to all the children and then made a sumptuous dinner for them.
Story 4
This small matter is about myself. My bathroom wall tiles have fallen off. I consulted the owner of the hardware store and he told me that using a type of “tile adhesive” can solve the problem. However, he doesn’t have a syringe, and I have to suck the glue into the syringe and then inject it into the gap between the tiles. So I found a private clinic and told the nurse to sell me a syringe and a thicker needle. The nurse asked me, “What do you want this thing for?” I completely didn’t understand the nurse’s intention and casually replied, “It’s just doing something.”. Then she called the doctor and began questioning me. I have to tell them the truth. Afterwards, the nurse sold me the syringe but firmly refused to give me the needle. And I checked my ID card and remembered the name of the community I live in. Okay, maybe in her opinion, she still hasn’t dispelled her doubts about me.
These stories (perhaps some sentences are exaggerated, they come from my memories) fully illustrate the attitude of ordinary Chinese people towards drugs or drug use.
Pizza Meatballs
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Yield: 14 servings
Ingredients
2 pounds ground beef
2 cups bread crumbs
1 cup milk
1/4 cup chopped onion
2 teaspoons garlic salt
Pepper to taste
1/2 pound mozzarella cheese, cut into small cubes
6 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/4 cup vegetable oil
2 (12 ounce) cans pizza sauce
Instructions
Mix beef, bread crumbs, milk, onions, garlic salt and pepper together.
Form mixture around cheese cubes to make balls.
Dip balls into flour and brown in oil.
Place balls in slow cooker and pour pizza sauce over them.
Cook on LOW for 4 to 5 hours or until meatballs are done.
Pizza Meatballs Photo
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Five ways criminals are using AI
Generative AI has made phishing, scamming, and doxxing easier than ever.
Artificial intelligence has brought a big boost in productivity—to the criminal underworld.
Generative AI provides a new, powerful tool kit that allows malicious actors to work far more efficiently and internationally than ever before, says Vincenzo Ciancaglini, a senior threat researcher at the security company Trend Micro.
Most criminals are “not living in some dark lair and plotting things,” says Ciancaglini. “Most of them are regular folks that carry on regular activities that require productivity as well.”
Last year saw the rise and fall of WormGPT, an AI language model built on top of an open-source model and trained on malware-related data, which was created to assist hackers and had no ethical rules or restrictions. But last summer, its creators announced they were shutting the model down after it started attracting media attention. Since then, cybercriminals have mostly stopped developing their own AI models. Instead, they are opting for tricks with existing tools that work reliably.
That’s because criminals want an easy life and quick gains, Ciancaglini explains. For any new technology to be worth the unknown risks associated with adopting it—for example, a higher risk of getting caught—it has to be better and bring higher rewards than what they’re currently using.
Here are five ways criminals are using AI now.
Phishing
The biggest use case for generative AI among criminals right now is phishing, which involves trying to trick people into revealing sensitive information that can be used for malicious purposes, says Mislav Balunović, an AI security researcher at ETH Zurich. Researchers have found that the rise of ChatGPT has been accompanied by a huge spike in the number of phishing emails.
Spam-generating services, such as GoMail Pro, have ChatGPT integrated into them, which allows criminal users to translate or improve the messages sent to victims, says Ciancaglini. OpenAI’s policies restrict people from using their products for illegal activities, but that is difficult to police in practice, because many innocent-sounding prompts could be used for malicious purposes too, says Ciancaglini.
OpenAI says it uses a mix of human reviewers and automated systems to identify and enforce against misuse of its models, and issues warnings, temporary suspensions and bans if users violate the company’s policies.
“We take the safety of our products seriously and are continually improving our safety measures based on how people use our products,” a spokesperson for OpenAI told us. “We are constantly working to make our models safer and more robust against abuse and jailbreaks, while also maintaining the models’ usefulness and task performance,” they added.
In a report from February, OpenAI said it had closed five accounts associated with state-affiliated malicous actors.
Before, so-called Nigerian prince scams, in which someone promises the victim a large sum of money in exchange for a small up-front payment, were relatively easy to spot because the English in the messages was clumsy and riddled with grammatical errors, Ciancaglini. says. Language models allow scammers to generate messages that sound like something a native speaker would have written.
“English speakers used to be relatively safe from non-English-speaking [criminals] because you could spot their messages,” Ciancaglini says. That’s not the case anymore.
Thanks to better AI translation, different criminal groups around the world can also communicate better with each other. The risk is that they could coordinate large-scale operations that span beyond their nations and target victims in other countries, says Ciancaglini.
Deepfake audio scams
Generative AI has allowed deepfake development to take a big leap forward, with synthetic images, videos, and audio looking and sounding more realistic than ever. This has not gone unnoticed by the criminal underworld.
Earlier this year, an employee in Hong Kong was reportedly scammed out of $25 million after cybercriminals used a deepfake of the company’s chief financial officer to convince the employee to transfer the money to the scammer’s account. “We’ve seen deepfakes finally being marketed in the underground,” says Ciancaglini. His team found people on platforms such as Telegram showing off their “portfolio” of deepfakes and selling their services for as little as $10 per image or $500 per minute of video. One of the most popular people for criminals to deepfake is Elon Musk, says Ciancaglini.
And while deepfake videos remain complicated to make and easier for humans to spot, that is not the case for audio deepfakes. They are cheap to make and require only a couple of seconds of someone’s voice—taken, for example, from social media—to generate something scarily convincing.
In the US, there have been high-profile cases where people have received distressing calls from loved ones saying they’ve been kidnapped and asking for money to be freed, only for the caller to turn out to be a scammer using a deepfake voice recording.
“People need to be aware that now these things are possible, and people need to be aware that now the Nigerian king doesn’t speak in broken English anymore,” says Ciancaglini. “People can call you with another voice, and they can put you in a very stressful situation,” he adds.
There are some for people to protect themselves, he says. Ciancaglini recommends agreeing on a regularly changing secret safe word between loved ones that could help confirm the identity of the person on the other end of the line.
“I password-protected my grandma,” he says.
Bypassing identity checks
Another way criminals are using deepfakes is to bypass “know your customer” verification systems. Banks and cryptocurrency exchanges use these systems to verify that their customers are real people. They require new users to take a photo of themselves holding a physical identification document in front of a camera. But criminals have started selling apps on platforms such as Telegram that allow people to get around the requirement.
They work by offering a fake or stolen ID and imposing a deepfake image on top of a real person’s face to trick the verification system on an Android phone’s camera. Ciancaglini has found examples where people are offering these services for cryptocurrency website Binance for as little as $70.
“They are still fairly basic,” Ciancaglini says. The techniques they use are similar to Instagram filters, where someone else’s face is swapped for your own.
“What we can expect in the future is that [criminals] will use actual deepfakes … so that you can do more complex authentication,” he says.
Jailbreak-as-a-service
If you ask most AI systems how to make a bomb, you won’t get a useful response.
That’s because AI companies have put in place various safeguards to prevent their models from spewing harmful or dangerous information. Instead of building their own AI models without these safeguards, which is expensive, time-consuming, and difficult, cybercriminals have begun to embrace a new trend: jailbreak-as-a-service.
Most models come with rules around how they can be used. Jailbreaking allows users to manipulate the AI system to generate outputs that violate those policies—for example, to write code for ransomware or generate text that could be used in scam emails.
Services such as EscapeGPT and BlackhatGPT offer anonymized access to language-model APIs and jailbreaking prompts that update frequently. To fight back against this growing cottage industry, AI companies such as OpenAI and Google frequently have to plug security holes that could allow their models to be abused.
Jailbreaking services use different tricks to break through safety mechanisms, such as posing hypothetical questions or asking questions in foreign languages. There is a constant cat-and-mouse game between AI companies trying to prevent their models from misbehaving and malicious actors coming up with ever more creative jailbreaking prompts.
These services are hitting the sweet spot for criminals, says Ciancaglini.
“Keeping up with jailbreaks is a tedious activity. You come up with a new one, then you need to test it, then it’s going to work for a couple of weeks, and then Open AI updates their model,” he adds. “Jailbreaking is a super-interesting service for criminals.”
Doxxing and surveillance
AI language models are a perfect tool for not only phishing but for doxxing (revealing private, identifying information about someone online), says Balunović. This is because AI language models are trained on vast amounts of internet data, including personal data, and can deduce where, for example, someone might be located.
As an example of how this works, you could ask a chatbot to pretend to be a private investigator with experience in profiling. Then you could ask it to analyze text the victim has written, and infer personal information from small clues in that text—for example, their age based on when they went to high school, or where they live based on landmarks they mention on their commute. The more information there is about them on the internet, the more vulnerable they are to being identified.
Balunović was part of a team of researchers that found late last year that large language models, such as GPT-4, Llama 2, and Claude, are able to infer sensitive information such as people’s ethnicity, location, and occupation purely from mundane conversations with a chatbot. In theory, anyone with access to these models could use them this way.
Since their paper came out, new services that exploit this feature of language models have emerged.
While the existence of these services doesn’t indicate criminal activity, it points out the new capabilities malicious actors could get their hands on. And if regular people can build surveillance tools like this, state actors probably have far better systems, Balunović says.
“The only way for us to prevent these things is to work on defenses,” he says.
Companies should invest in data protection and security, he adds.
For individuals, increased awareness is key. People should think twice about what they share online and decide whether they are comfortable with having their personal details being used in language models, Balunović says.
9 Daily Habits that Often Cause 90 Percent of Our Relationship Problems
Written byMarc Chernoff
There’s something to be said for slow and steady progress, but there’s also something to be said for decisive and sweeping action. When it comes to negative relationship habits, there’s no time like today to quit cold turkey. Of course that’s a lot easier said than done, but with practice we can do better almost immediately.
Lately I’ve been making it a point to bring more awareness to the specific negative relationship habits our coaching clients have been repeatedly complaining about or engaging in. And perhaps more importantly than that, I’ve also been noticing how frequently many of the same habits and behaviors surface in my personal relationships. I mean let’s be honest, we all misbehave in our relationships sometimes. None of us are immune to occasional negative mood swings. But that doesn’t excuse what we do to each other on a daily basis.
Over the years, through our coaching practice and live events, Angel and I have literally worked with hundreds of individuals looking to fix or strengthen their relationships, and we’ve learned a lot about what it takes to make that happen. One of the most significant realizations, again, is the fact that most problems in our relationships (both intimate and platonic) arise from the same basic negative habits and behavioral issues. Here are some of the more prevalent ones to be aware of…
1. Giving the silent treatment.
Tuning out, ignoring, disengaging, refusing to acknowledge, etc. All variations of the silent treatment don’t just remove the other person from the disagreement or argument you’re having with them, it ends up removing them, emotionally, from the relationship you have with them. Truly, when you’re purposely ignoring someone you’re really teaching them to live without you. If that’s what you want, be clear about it. And if not, reengage with them in a constructive way.
2. Seeking attention by complaining.
I spoke with a new friend yesterday who all but refused to talk about the positive aspects of their life. After listening to them vent about fairly minor troubles for an hour straight, I asked about some of the exciting projects they have going on (of which they have many). Within three sentences they were back to complaining about trivial things. We all need to share our troubles with friends or strangers from time to time, but don’t fall into the habit of turning conversations into your own personal dumping ground. It’s an easy way to get attention, but it’s a poor way to keep it, and it’s a poor way to view your life.
3. Using disagreements as an excuse to condemn someone’s character.
Complaints are OK. Disagreements are OK too. These are natural and honest reactions to a person’s decisions or behavior. But when complaints and disagreements spiral out of control into global attacks on a person’s entire character, rather than their occasional decisions or behavior, this spells trouble. For example: “They didn’t call me when they said they would because they were busy and forgot, but because they are a horrible, wretched, selfish person.” The bottom line here is that there’s a big difference between who someone is and what they sometimes do.
4. Focusing on the inner monologue instead of the actual dialogue.
“Holy crap! How should I respond? What can I say that will sound smart and clever? I really hope they think I’m intelligent. I could touch on symbolism or make a reference to post-modernism. Wait… what did they just ask me?” Stay focused on the other person’s words and points. People rarely mind when you say, “Hmm, let me think about that for a moment.” Quite the opposite, since it shows that you’re taking the conversation seriously. If you compose your answers while someone else is speaking, you’re really only having half a conversation, and it’s usually quite obvious. (Read “Just Listen”.)
5. Using (subtle) hateful gestures.
Frequent name-calling, eye-rolling, belittling, mockery, childish threats, rude teasing, etc. In whatever form, gestures like these are poisonous to a relationship because they convey hate. And it’s virtually impossible to resolve relationship problems, or strengthen a relationship in any way, when the other person is constantly receiving the message that you hate them.
6. Multi-tasking while engaging with people.
Even if you are a professional multitasker, if you’re talking to someone, talk to them and that’s it. Don’t browse online, don’t watch TV, don’t scroll through social media, etc. If you really don’t have the time to talk, be honest and find another time, or cut it short. The bottom line is that there’s no greater gift of kindness, and no greater expression of caring that you can offer, than your undivided time and attention.(Note: Angel and I discuss this in more detail in the Relationships chapter of “1,000 Little Things Happy, Successful People Do Differently”.)
7. De-emphasizing compliments, or fishing for more of them, with self-effacing remarks.
“Oh, I look terrible today” … after someone compliments you. “I just threw it together at the last minute” … when you obviously dressed up. “I’m really not good at things like this” … when the people you’re with say you are. Don’t do this to yourself and others. It’s not flattering or helpful behavior. By making self-effacing comments, you basically force the other person to repeat their compliment or defend it, which is not a gracious thing to do. It’s perfectly OK to say simply “thank you” when you’re complimented. It’s not snobby, it’s just a basic courtesy.
8. Holding the past against people that have been “forgiven.”
If someone you love or care about makes a mistake and you choose to forgive them, your actions must reinforce your words. In other words, let bygones be bygones.Don’t use their past wrongdoings to continuously justify your own present righteousness. When you constantly use someone’s past wrongdoings to make yourself seem “better” than them (“I’m better than you because, unlike you, I didn’t do XYZ in the past.”), it’s a lose-lose situation in the long run.
9. Leveraging or accepting emotional blackmail.
Emotional blackmail happens when you apply an emotional penalty against someone if they don’t do exactly what you want them to do. The key condition here is that they change they’re behavior against their will as a result of the emotional blackmail. Absent the emotional blackmail they would live differently, but they fear the penalty from you and so they give in. If that sounds familiar, the solution relies heavily on better communication. If two people care about each other and want to maintain a healthy relationship, they absolutely need to be allowed to openly communicate all of their feelings to each other, not just the agreeable and positive ones. If this is not allowed or supported — if one or both people fear penalty or punishment for their honesty — lies and deceit will gradually transpire.
Remember, we all have a responsibility to uphold.
As you reflect on the negative social habits above, do your best to keep things in perspective. If you recognize one or more of them in your relationships, refrain from pointing fingers. Take some responsibility so you can put yourself in a position to make positive changes. Remind yourself that when you deny 100% responsibility in a relationship problem or dispute, all you’re really doing is blaming the other person. You’re saying, in effect, “The problem here is never me and it’s always you.” This denial of responsibility usually just escalates everything, because there’s a complete and utter breakdown of communication.
The key thing to understand is that you have a choice. Either you’re choosing to be in a relationship with another person, or you aren’t. If you’re choosing to be in, then you are responsible for it. Denying this means you’re giving up all your power to the other person — you’re their victim, regardless of circumstances (positive or negative), because you’ve given them 100% of the responsibility for the relationship you have with them. So again, even when the behavior driving a relationship problem belongs to the other person, the only way to find common ground, or simply create a healthy boundary and more space for yourself, is to first own the fact that you have a responsibility to address.
And also keep in mind that when your friendship, marriage, parenting, etc. gets difficult, it’s not an immediate sign that you’re doing it wrong. These intimate, intricate relationships are toughest when you’re doing them right — when you’re dedicating time, compromising, having the tough conversations, and making daily sacrifices.
Healthy long-tern relationships are always amazing, but rarely easy 24/7. Resisting the hard times and seeing them as immediate evidence that something is wrong, or that you’re in a relationship with the wrong person, only exacerbates the difficulties. By contrast, finding the patience and mindfulness to view the challenges as an opportunity to work together will likely give your relationship the energy and strength needed to transcend the problems and grow even stronger in the long run.
And finally, practice tuning in to your own feelings and needs. Note the times and circumstances when you’re resentful of fulfilling someone else’s needs. Gradually establish healthy and reasonable boundaries by saying no to gratuitous requests that cause resentfulness in you. Of course, this will be hard at first because it may feel selfish. But if you’ve ever flown on a plane you know that flight attendants instruct passengers to put on their own oxygen masks before tending to others, even their own children. Why? Because you can’t help others if you’re incapacitated. In the long run, proactively establishing and enforcing healthy and reasonable boundaries in your relationships will be one of the most charitable things you can do for both yourself and those you care about.
The Fundamental Attribution Error: Why You Suck at Judging People’s Behavior
We all like to think we’re good at reading people and figuring out why they do the shit they do. Your coworker snapped at you in a meeting? Must be because he’s an asshole with anger issues. That lady cut you off in traffic? Obviously it’s because she’s a self-absorbed, horrible driver.
Well I’m here to burst your bubble. Turns out, you actually suck at judging other people’s behavior. And so does everyone else. It all comes down to a pesky little cognitive bias called the fundamental attribution error.
Here’s how it works: when someone else fucks up or does something annoying, we attribute it to their personality and character. “She’s just a rude bitch,” we say. But when WE screw up in the exact same way, we blame the circumstances. “I was just having a bad day,” or “I was stressed and not thinking clearly.”
See the problem? We cut ourselves all sorts of slack, but when judging others, it’s all about their flaws as a person. We ignore the situational factors influencing their behavior.
Maybe your coworker snapped because he’s going through a rough divorce and hasn’t been sleeping. Maybe that lady cut you off because she just found out her kid is sick and she’s rushing to pick him up. There’s often a lot more to the story that you’re oblivious to.
The truth is, people’s behavior is largely driven by their environment and circumstances, not just their core personality traits. But the fundamental attribution error causes us to zoom in on character and ignore context.
And this doesn’t just lead to us being judgmental assholes. It actually fucks up our relationships and interactions. By wrongly attributing people’s actions to their fixed personality, we assume they’ll always act that way. We write them off or treat them poorly, instead of considering the reasons behind their behavior.
So what’s the solution? How do we avoid this trap?
First step: realize you’re susceptible to the bias. It affects all of us, no matter how smart or perceptive we think we are. Stay humble and recognize your judgment of others can often be flawed.
Second: put yourself in the other person’s shoes. Pause your knee-jerk reaction of “Wow what a bitch/asshole/idiot” and consider the situational factors that could explain their behavior. What’s going on in their life that you might not be aware of? What circumstances could have contributed?
This doesn’t mean you have to excuse everyone’s shitty behavior. Some people do just consistently suck. But very often there’s more to the story. And giving others the benefit of the doubt can improve your relationships and emotional reactions.
So next time someone is pissing you off, take a step back before writing them off as a shit human being. Consider the context. Realize you could act the exact same way in their situation.
Congrats, you’re now slightly less of a judgmental ass. You’re welcome.
SECOND Russian Nuclear Missile Warning Radar Hit By Ukraine – Also an attempt to hit a THIRD!
For the SECOND TIME, Ukraine drones hit a radar of Russia’s nuclear early warning system, and attempted to shoot a THIRD one, with Moscow expecting a fourth radar station to be hit as well.
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The attack upon a SECOND Over-The-Horizon radar inside Russia is an extremely worrying development because it is clearly being done not for Ukraine defense, but rather as a NATO destabilization of the combat command and control system of Russian strategic nuclear forces.
This SECOND attack hit the Voronezh-DM advanced over-the-horizon (OTH) early warning radar system in the Orsk region of Orenburg, 1,800 km from the Ukrainian border.
This second attack happened on May 26 into 27. But unlike the first attack, wherein imagery from the ground was available to me almost immediately, no ground imagery is presently available to me. Instead, all I can show is grainy satellite imagery showing scorch marks on the ground:
As you can clearly see, it is difficult if not impossible to determine if the radar is still functional, but I am told it is NOT.
Russian analysts stress that a new blow from Ukraine should be expected. According to them, the next NATO target is the Voronezh-M radar in Lekhtusi (Leningrad region).
If Kiev hits this particular radar in Lekhtusi (Leningrad Region), then Russia’s defense capability in the northern direction will be reduced. Moscow will lose the ability to detect in time the launch of missiles with nuclear warheads against it and, accordingly, to react quickly to what is happening.
Put simply, the “Blind Spots” that are being created in Russia’s early-warning radar, are making Russia vulnerable to a Nuclear First-Strike attack by the West. The Russians are becoming “sitting ducks.”
Austrian Army Colonel Markus Reisner on the (US) attack on Russia’s early warning radar:
– Almost no significance for the Ukrainian battlefield
– Likely a US-led attack to degrade Russia’s nuclear deterrent
– “Boiling the frog” strategy to enable first-strike
HAL TURNER ANALYSIS
When I reported the attack upon the first Russia Over-the-Horizon radar (Story Here), I pointed out that the station did not provide coverage in Ukraine. There was no military advantage for Ukraine to have attacked this radar station.
I pointed out that, in my view, the only reason a station like this would be attacked, would be to set the stage for a NATO nuclear first strike on Russia.
Bolstering my belief that it is NATO engaging in attacking these stations is the fact, revealed over the Memorial Day Weekend holiday, that one of the Drones shot down during the FIRST attack, was a “Tekever AR3” Drone. They are made by Portugal! A NATO member country! A FILE PHOTO image of the Tekever AR3 appears below:
Tekever AR3
With this second radar station having now been hit, and an attempt made on a THIRD radar station, it seems clear to me that NATO is setting the stage for a DECAPITATION NUCLEAR ATTACK against Russia; the idea apparently being “Solve the Russia problem in one fell swoop.”
I may be wrong about the idea, but I am not wrong about the vulnerability being created inside Russia with these particular attacks.
At some point, Russia is going to be in a position where they have a single choice: Use their nukes, or lose them.
I am of the belief that Russia will USE them, because failing to do so, would leave Russia at the mercy of NATO and would thereby be a conquered nation. I just don’t see the Russians putting up with that. The Slavic mentality is “It is better to die on their feet, than to live on their knees.”
In sum, it is we in the West who are constantly upping the ante in the Russia-Ukraine conflict, and now we are upping the ante to actual nuclear war. This is not the Treaty Role of NATO, and I know of absolutely no American or even European citizen that has authorized or even asked for Nuclear World War 3.
These dangerous and reckless escalations are being carried out by elements within NATO and these people should be confronted and stopped.
The survival of us, our families, and out way of life, is at stake.
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Russian General: “NATO Training for NUCLEAR ATTACKS upon Russia”
Russian Television (RT) and the SPUTNIK News service in Russia are reporting the Border Protection Service sees NATO Training for nuclear attacks upon Russia.
The head of the Border Service of the Russian Federal Security Service told Sputnik about NATO’s nuclear drills near Russia’s borders and explained how guards regularly thwart Ukrainian attempts to infiltrate Russia.
NATO is training to strike Russian territory with nuclear weapons near its borders, the head of the border service of the Russian Federal Security Service (FSB), Vladimir Kulishov, told Sputnik.
“Near the Russian border, NATO’s reconnaissance activities are increasing, the intensity of operational combat training of the alliance’s troops is growing, during which scenarios for conducting combat operations against the Russian Federation, including the launch of nuclear strikes on our territory, are being worked out,” he said.
The top official added that the situation requires “taking appropriate steps to protect and secure our borders.”
NATO is practicing nuclear strikes on Russian territory near the Russian border, head of the Border Service of the Russian Federal Security Service Vladimir Kulishov told Sputnik in an interview.
— Sputnik (@SputnikInt) May 28, 2024
Russian border guards together with the Sever Battlegroup have thwarted 29 attempts of Ukrainian sabotage and reconnaissance groups to infiltrate Russian territory in the Bryansk, Kursk, and Belgorod Regions as well as the Crimean Republic since February 2022, Vladimir Kulishov told Sputnik.
Meanwhile, the number of missile and artillery strikes on Russian territory is increasing and drone attacks on Russia’s military, transport, energy and social infrastructure are becoming more intense, Kulishov said, adding that the victims of such terrorist attacks are mainly civilians, including the elderly and children. He also noted that in 2023, more than 5,500 attempts to enter Russia by individuals associated with international terrorist and extremist organizations, as well as special services and armed formations of Ukraine, were prevented.
Downing 1,300 Ukrainian Drones
Russian border guards downed over 1,300 Ukrainian drones that violated the Russian border in 2023, striking more than half of them by means of electronic warfare, the head of the Border Service of the Russian Federal Security Service (FSB), Vladimir Kulishov, told Sputnik.
“Means of combating unmanned aircraft systems have long been used by the border services … In 2023, border guards shot down over 1,300 drones that violated the state border from Ukrainian territory, with more than half by electronic warfare equipment,” Kulishov said.
Means of combating unmanned aircraft systems have long been used by the border services … In 2023, border guards shot down over 1,300 drones that violated the state border from Ukrainian territory, with more than half by electronic warfare equipment,” Kulishov said.”
The development of unmanned aviation and marine systems and anti-drone technologies will remain promising areas of technical equipment for border authorities, he also said.
Since the start of Russia’s military operation in Ukraine in February 2022, Russia has destroyed Ukraine’s 23,600 drones, 500 surface-to-air missile systems, 590 military aircraft, 270 helicopters, 15,890 tanks and other armored vehicles, 1,200 rocket launchers, 9,200 field artillery weapons and mortars, as well as 21,400 tactical vehicles, the Russian Defense Ministry said in early May.
1. “I know you have come to kill me. Shoot coward, you are only going to kill a man.” Facing his assassin, Mario Teran, a Bolivian soldier. Ernesto “Che” Guevara
2. Leonardo da Vinci was also overly modest, saying, “I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have.”
3. According to Steve Jobs’ sister Mona, the Apple founder’s last words were, “Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow.”
4. “Go on, get out – last words are for fools who haven’t said enough.” To his housekeeper, who urged him to tell her his last words so she could write them down for posterity. –Karl Marx, revolutionary, d. 1883
5. “KHAQQ calling Itasca. We must be on you, but cannot see you. Gas is running low.” Last radio communication before her disappearance. Amelia Earhart
6. Frank Sinatra died after saying, “I’m losing it.”
7. George Orwell’s last written words were, “At fifty, everyone has the face he deserves.” He died at age 46.
8. Napoleon’s last words were, “France, armée, tête d’armée, Joséphine.”(“France, army, head of the army, Joséphine.”)
9. Philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre turned to his partner Simone de Beauvoir and said, “I love you very much, my dear Beaver.”
10. “Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.” – Lord George Byron
11. Rainer Maria Rilke said, “I don’t want the doctor’s death. I want to have my own freedom.”
12. Nostradamus predicted, “Tomorrow, at sunrise, I shall no longer be here.” He was right.
13. Author Vladimir Nabokov was also an entomologist, particularly interested in butterflies. His last words: “A certain butterfly is already on the wing.”
14. Author Herman Melville died saying, “God bless Captain Vere!” referencing his then-unpublished novel Billy Budd, found on his desk after he died.
15. Marie Antoinette stepped on her executioner’s foot on her way to the guillotine. Her last words: “Pardonnez-moi, monsieur.” (Monsieur, I beg your pardon)
16. Richard B. Mellon was a multimillionaire. He was the President of Alcoa, and he and his brother Andrew had a little game of Tag going. The weird thing was, this game of Tag lasted for like seven decades. When Richard was on his deathbed, he called his brother over and whispered, “Last tag.” Poor Andrew remained “It” for four years, until he died.
17. When Harriet Tubman was dying in 1913, she gathered her family around and they sang together. Her last words were, “Swing low, sweet chariot.”
18. When Sir Isaac Newton died, he was humble. He said, “I don’t know what I may seem to the world. But as to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore and diverting myself now and then in finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than the ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.”
19. Italian artist Raphael’s last word was simply: “Happy.”
20. How were the receipts today at Madison Square Garden? – P. T. Barnum
21. Drummer Buddy Rich died after surgery in 1987. As he was being prepped for surgery, a nurse asked him, “Is there anything you can’t take?” Rich replied, “Yeah, country music.”
22. Johnny Ace, an R&B singer, died in 1954 while playing with a pistol during a break in his concert set. His last words were, “I’ll show you that it won’t shoot.”
23. Richard Feynman, a physicist, author, musician, professor, and traveler, died in Los Angeles in 1988. His last words? “This dying is boring.”
24. As Benjamin Franklin lay dying at the age of 84, his daughter told him to change position in bed so he could breathe more easily. Franklin’s last words were, “A dying man can do nothing easy.”
25. Albert Abraham Michelson was the first person to measure the speed of light and was the first American to win a Nobel Prize for physics. Even as he was dying at age 78, he was measuring light. He wrote in his log: “The following is a report on the measurement of the velocity of light made at the Irvine Ranch, near Santa Ana, California, during the period of September 1929 to—.”
26. Thomas B. Moran was a pickpocket, known by the nickname “Butterfingers.” He reportedly stole as many as 50,000 wallets in his career. He died in Miami in 1971, and his last words were, “I’ve never forgiven that smart-alecky reporter who named me Butterfingers. To me, it’s not funny.”
27. Murderer James W. Rodgers was put in front of a firing squad in Utah and asked if he had a last request. He replied, “Bring me a bullet-proof vest.”
28. Charles “Lucky” Luciano was a mob leader who helped the U.S. work with the Sicilian Mafia during World War II in exchange for a reduced prison sentence. His last words were, “Tell Georgie I want to get in the movies one way or another.” And it worked! His life story is told in the movies Lucky Luciano, The Last Testament of Lucky Luciano, and many more. He also appears as a character in HBO’s Boardwalk Empire.
29. John Arthur Spenkelink was executed in Florida in 1979. He spent his final days writing these last words on various pieces of mail: “Capital punishment means those without the capital get the punishment.”
30. Convicted murderer Thomas J. Grasso used his last words to complain about his last meal. He said, “I did not get my Spaghetti-O’s; I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.”
31. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who wrote the Sherlock Holmes stories, died at age 71 in his garden. He turned to his wife and said, “You are wonderful,” then clutched his chest and died.
32. Writer T.S. Eliot was only able to whisper one word as he died: “Valerie,” the name of his wife.
33. Actor and comedian W.C. Fields died in 1946. He last words: “God damn the whole friggin’ world and everyone in it but you, Carlotta.” He was speaking to Carlotta Monti, his longtime mistress.
34. Percy Grainger was an Australian composer who, with his dying words, told his wife Ella, “You’re the only one I like.”
35. Actor Michael Landon, best known for Little House on the Prairie and Highway to Heaven, died of cancer in 1991. His family gathered around his bed, and his son said it was time to move on. Landon said, “You’re right. It’s time. I love you all.”
36. Football coach Vince Lombardi died of cancer in 1970. As he died, Lombardi turned to his wife Marie and said, “Happy anniversary. I love you.”
37. O.O. McIntyre was an American reporter. He died at age 53, and spoke his last words to his wife Maybelle: “Snooks, will you please turn this way. I like to look at your face.”
38. When he was 57, Edward R. Murrow died while patting his wife’s hand. He said, “Well, Jan, we were lucky at that.”
39. John Wayne died at age 72 in L.A. He turned to his wife and said, “Of course I know who you are. You’re my girl. I love you.”
40. Humphrey Bogart’s wife Lauren Bacall had to leave the hospital to pick up their kids. Bogart said, “Goodbye, kid. Hurry back.” Not quite, “Here’s looking at you, kid,” but close.
41. Before Ernest Hemingway committed suicide, he told his wife Mary, “Goodnight my kitten.”
42. Donald O’Connor was a singer, dancer, and actor. He also hosted the Academy Awards in 1954. O’Connor died at age 78 with his family gathered around him. He joked, “I’d like to thank the Academy for my lifetime achievement award that I will eventually get.” He still hasn’t gotten one.
43. Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright Eugene O’Neill was born in a room at the Broadway Hotel on what is now Times Square. He died at age 65 in a Boston hotel. His last words? “I knew it! I knew it! Born in a hotel room and, goddamn it, dying in a hotel room.”
44. Jack Soo was an actor on the TV series Barney Miller. On the show, there was a running gag about Soo’s character making crappy coffee in the office. Soo developed cancer of the esophagus, and when was being wheeled into an operating room, he joked to Barney Millerco-star Hal Linden, “It must have been the coffee.” In a tribute episode, cast members raised coffee cups in Soo’s memory.
45. Josephine Baker knew how to party. She sang, danced, and acted. She adopted a dozen kids and lived in Paris. On the last night of her life, she left a party being held in her honor, saying, “Oh, you young people act like old men. You are no fun.”
46. Charles Gussman was a writer and TV announcer, who wrote the pilot episode of Days of Our Lives, among other shows. As he became ill, he said he wanted his last words to be memorable. When he daughter reminded him of this, he gently removed his oxygen mask and whispered: “And now for a final word from our sponsor—.”
47. When Groucho Marx was dying, he let out one last quip: “This is no way to live!”
48. Groucho’s brother Leonard, who was better known as Chico Marx, gave instructions to his wife as his last words: “Remember, Honey, don’t forget what I told you. Put in my coffin a deck of cards, a mashie niblick, and a pretty blonde.” For the record, a “mashie niblick” is a kind of golf club.
49. Wilson Mizner is best known for his bon mots, though he was a successful playwright. He’s known for the line, “Be nice to people on the way up because you’ll meet the same people on the way down.” When Mizner was on his deathbed, a priest said, “I’m sure you want to talk to me.” Mizner told the priest, “Why should I talk to you? I’ve just been talking to your boss.”
50. As he was dying, Alfred Hitchcock said, “One never knows the ending. One has to die to know exactly what happens after death, although Catholics have their hopes.”
51. ‘I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis.” – Humphrey Bogart
52. Vladimir Ilych Lenin’s last words were, “Good dog.” (Technically, he said “Vot sobaka.”) He said this to a dog that brought him a dead bird.
53. Blues guitarist Leadbelly said, “Doctor, if I put this here guitar down now, I ain’t never gonna wake up.” And he was right.
54. Thomas Fantet de Lagny was a mathematician. On his deathbed, he was asked, “What is the square of 12?” His last words: “One hundred and forty-four.”
55. “I am still alive!” Stabbed to death by his own guards – Gaius Caligula, Roman Emperor,
56. Sir Winston Churchill’s last words were, “I’m bored with it all.”
57. Actress Joan Crawford yelled at her housekeeper, who was praying as Crawford died. Crawford said, “Damn it! Don’t you dare ask God to help me!”
58. Bo Diddley died giving a thumbs-up as he listened to the song “Walk Around Heaven.” His last word was “Wow.”
59. Baseball player “Moe” Berg’s last words: “How did the Mets do today?”
60. Emily Dickinson’s last words were, “I must go in, for the fog is rising.”
61. As Truman Capote lay dying, he repeated, “Mama— Mama— Mama.”
62. James Brown said, “I’m going away tonight.”
63. Surgeon Joseph Henry Green was checking his own pulse as he lay dying. His last word: “Stopped.”
64. “I’ve had a hell of a lot of fun and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it.” Errol Flynn
65. This is the last of earth! I am content. – John Quincy Adams, US President
66. “Let’s cool it brothers . . .“Spoken to his assassins, 3 men who shot him 16 times. – Malcolm X
67. Blues singer Bessie Smith died saying, “I’m going, but I’m going in the name of the Lord.”
68. “Lord help my poor soul.” – Edgar Allan Poe
69. Beethoven’s last recorded words were “Pity, pity—too late!”, as the dying composer was told of a gift of twelve bottles of wine from his publisher
Do Chinese and Korean people forgive Japan for its atrocities or not?
For this Chinese, NO!
Let me repeat.
NO.
NO.
NO!!!
Yes, let bygones be bygone, the current generation isn’t responsible for past atrocities, Japan is a peaceful nation today.
Yada yada yada.
I am old enough to have heard all these—and more.
It isn’t the Chinese (or in fact, East Asia) that harbor unforgiveness and refuse to move on.
It is the Japanese themselves.
But first, let’s segue to the Middle East, where recent events have brought a century’s worth of monstrous injustice to the fore.
The Brits began the process with the Balfour Declaration, carving up land they did not own for the establishment of a Jewish State. The Two-State solution, itself a massive compromise built on the rubble of colonialism, is still in limbo today.
Why?
The hegemonic power of the United States has hijacked the natural course of history in the Middle East.
Similarly, it is the United States that has hijacked the natural course of history in East Asia, up to the present.
What do I mean?
Imagine Adolf Hitler surviving WWII in a parallel universe. Post-surrender, Adolf isn’t prosecuted, and elevated to ceremonial leader of the German people, if only to preserve the unity of Germany as a counter to the Soviets.
Similarly, Nazi members of the War Cabinet and key administrators of the Third Reich are either pardoned or given slap on the wrist sentences to rehabilitate them for leadership roles in the New Germany. The Nazi flag of the German Navy is retained.
Now, Hitler in the alternate universe survives another 40 years as ceremonial Fuhrer. He toured Germany, making public appearances at special events and ceremonies, giving speeches celebrating societal progress. He also served as Germany’s top ambassador, traveling abroad to meet important world leaders, rebuilding Germany’s diplomatic image in step with its rapid climb up the GDP ladder.
His funeral in old age was the grandest in teutonic history, and took over a month of careful national preparation. Leaders from all over the world were in attendance, and German society came to a standstill, tens of millions lining the street or glued to the live telecast to send their dear Fuhrer on his final journey.
His eldest son, and grandson, inherit the position of ceremonial Fuhrer in succession.
The reign of Adolf is remembered as Germany’s most glorious, bringing the nation to the forefront of humanity, and respect from the world community. German kids are taught history from whitewashed textbooks where Germany is cast as a victim of WWII, and no Holocaust occurred.
Turned your stomach yet?
Replace “Germany” with “Japan” and “Hitler” with “Hirohito”, and we are immediately transplanted to the 20th century.
The real 20th century, only not the Eastern Atlantic but the Western Pacific.
This is STILL the flag of the Japanese Navy today. No longer Imperial, but unbroken traditions nonetheless.
Japanese leaders visiting Yasukuni isn’t the elephant in the room. It is Hirohito on the throne for 58 years and departing as Japan’s longest-serving and most successful Emperor in the history of the Chrysanthemum throne that is a permanent affront to the peoples of East Asia.
It’s a monstrosity that beggars belief.
No Jew would have accepted the parallel Germany described above.
Similarly, no Chinese accepts the perverse course of justice in China-Japan relations over the past 2,000 years, where all the violence—yes, ALL THE VIOLENCE—has been inflicted on the mainland, while the Japanese home islands reaped the benefit of cultural, technological and economic transfer, with little of the benefit flowing back.
If you thought the Nazis vile and inhuman for the systematic extermination of the Jews and Gypsies, words may fail you when the Japanese treatment of the Chinese in the 15-year war (1931–1945) is uncovered. The Japanese killed far more Chinese (tens of millions) than the Germans did Jews, and exhibited depraved, almost insane barbarity.
And yet the average Japanese youth has little awareness of his country’s dark history, because the textbooks teach a parallel Japan since the era of Meiji, presided by moral and wise monarchs whose steady hands guided the peaceful rise of Japan, in direct contrast to the horrific and vile land-grab and colonization that characterized much of their reigns.
What’s there for the foreigner to forgive when the perps have not even come to terms with their past and disavowed a blood-stained chapter of sordid history?
On a final note, the Chinese ceded Taiwan and paid an indemnity of 40m taels of silver (equal to 3 years of Qing tax revenue) after suing for peace in the Treaty of Shimonoseki, which ended an 8-month war. China has not received a single cent of reparation from Japan’s 15-year war waged in China that caused a minimum of 1t (in today’s dollars) in physical damage.
The next time conflict breaks out between China and Japan, the Chinese will make sure it will NOT be fought on the mainland.
P.S.: Japanese whitewashing and glorification of history has a deleterious effect on the future, because unrepentant descendants will look to the past for guidance and seek to emulate the glories of the Showa, Taisho and Meiji eras. Reinterpreting the peaceful Constitution and rewriting it is the first step.
There will be abiding consequences, as a reckoning beckons.
10 ways to get the most out of your time on this planet
Accepting our mortality helps us let go of busyness and focus on what’s most important to us in order to live a happier, more meaningful life.
The average human lifespan is absurdly, terrifyingly finite. If you’re lucky and you live to 80, you will have lived about 4,000 weeks. This truth, which most of us ignore most of the time, is something to wrestle with if we want to spend our limited time on this earth well.
Given that, it follows that time management, broadly defined, should be everyone’s chief concern. Yet the modern discipline of time management (or productivity) is depressingly narrow-minded, focused on devising the perfect morning routine or trying to crank through as many tasks as possible, while investing all your energy on reaching some later state of well-being and accomplishment. It ignores the fact that the world is bursting with wonder — and that experiencing more of that wonder may come at the cost of productivity.
When we recognize the shortness of life — and accept the fact that some things have to be left unaccomplished, whether we like it or not — we are freer to focus on what matters.
As a recovering “productivity geek,” I know how it feels to become swept up in the idea of discovering the perfect system of time management. But I was eventually forced to accept that my struggles to achieve a sense of perfect control or mastery of my time were counterproductive, leading not to a life of more meaning but one of more overwhelm and stress. I came to see that I needed to give up the quest for that kind of control, letting go of the impossible goal of becoming perfectly efficient and embracing my limitations instead, so as to make more time for what was really valuable.
Part of that embrace of limitation involves facing the anxiety that comes with acknowledging mortality. When we recognize the shortness of life — and accept the fact that some things have to be left unaccomplished, whether we like it or not — we are freer to focus on what matters. Rather than succumbing to the mentality of “better, faster, more,” we can embrace being imperfect, and be happier for it.
Multitasking rarely works well — and you’ll soon find that serializing helps you to complete more projects anyway.
1. Adopt a “fixed volume” approach to productivity
We all need to make tough choices about what we can realistically get done, so that we can prioritize the activities that matter most, instead of reacting to a constant barrage of demands.
One way is to keep two to-do lists — one for everything on your plate, and one for the 10 or fewer things that you’re currently working on. Fill up the 10 slots on the second list with items from the first, then set to work. The rule is not to move any further items from the first list onto the second until you’ve freed up a slot by finishing one of the 10 items.
A related strategy is to set a pre-established time boundary for certain types of daily work — for example, to resolve to write from 8AM to 11AM — and to make sure you stop when time’s up.
2. Serialize
Focus only on one big project at a time. Though it’s alluring to try to alleviate the anxiety of having too many responsibilities or ambitions by getting started on them all at once, you’ll make little progress that way. Multitasking rarely works well — and you’ll soon find that serializing helps you to complete more projects anyway, thereby helping relieve your anxiety.
Strategic underachievement — nominating in advance the areas of your life in which you won’t expect excellence — helps you focus your time and energy more effectively.
3. Decide in advance what to fail at
You’ll inevitably underachieve at something, simply because your time and energy are finite. But strategic underachievement — nominating in advance the areas of your life in which you won’t expect excellence — helps you focus your time and energy more effectively.
For example, you might decide in advance that it’s OK to have a cluttered kitchen while you finish your novel, or to do the bare minimum on a particular work project so you can spend more time with your children.
To live this way is to replace the high-pressure quest for work-life balance with something more reasonable — a deliberate kind of imbalance.
4. Focus on what you’ve already completed, not just what’s left to do
Since the quest to get everything done is interminable by definition, it’s easy to grow despondent and self-reproachful when you can’t get through your whole to-do list. One counter-strategy is to keep a “done list,” which starts empty first thing in the morning, but which you can gradually fill in throughout the day as you get things done. It’s a cheering reminder that you could have spent the day doing nothing remotely constructive … yet you didn’t.
Social media is a giant machine for getting you to spend your time caring about the wrong things — and too many of them at once.
5. Consolidate your caring
Social media is a giant machine for getting you to spend your time caring about the wrong things — and too many of them at once. We’re exposed to an unending stream of atrocities and injustices, each of which might have a legitimate claim on our time and our charitable donations, but which add up to something no human could ever effectively address comprehensively.
Once you grasp that fact fully, it’s good to consciously pick your battles in charity, activism, and politics — and devote your spare time only to those specific causes. Focus your capacity for care, so you don’t burn out.
6. Embrace boring and single-purpose technology
Digital distractions allow us to escape to a realm where painful human limitations don’t seem to apply — scrolling idly around online, you need never feel bored or constrained in your freedom of action, which isn’t the case when it comes to doing work that matters.
You can combat this by making your devices as boring as possible, removing social media apps and, if you dare, email. It’s also helpful to choose devices with only one purpose, such as the Kindle reader. Otherwise, temptations will be only a swipe away, and you’ll feel the urge to check your screens anytime you’re bored or facing a challenge in your work.
When faced with a challenging or boring moment in a relationship, try being curious about the person you’re with, rather than controlling.
7. Seek out novelty in the mundane
Time seems to speed up as we age, likely because our brains encode the passage of years based on how much information we process in any given interval. While children have many novel experiences and time therefore seems slower to them, the routinization of older people’s lives means that time seems to pass at an ever-increasing rate.
The standard advice is to combat this by cramming more novel experiences into your life. That can help, but it’s not always practical.
An alternative is to pay more attention to every moment, however mundane — to find novelty by plunging more deeply into your present life. Try going on unplanned walks to see where they lead you, taking up drawing or birdwatching or playing “I Spy” with a child — whatever draws your attention into the moment more fully.
8. Be a researcher in relationships
The desire to feel in control of our limited time causes numerous problems in relationships, resulting not only in controlling behavior, but also commitment-phobia, the inability to listen, boredom, and missing out on the richness of communal experiences with others.
When faced with a challenging or boring moment in a relationship, try being curious about the person you’re with, rather than controlling. Curiosity is a stance well-suited to the inherent unpredictability of life with others, because it can be satisfied by their behaving in ways you like or dislike — whereas if you demand a certain result instead, you’ll often be frustrated.
Whenever a generous impulse arises in your mind, give in to it right away rather than putting it off.
9. Cultivate instantaneous generosity
Whenever a generous impulse arises in your mind, give in to it right away rather than putting it off. Don’t wait to figure out if the recipient deserves your generosity or if you really have the time to be generous right now (with all of the work you have left to do!). Just do it. The rewards are immediate, too, because generous action reliably makes you feel much happier.
10. Practice doing nothing
When it comes to the challenge of using your 4,000 weeks well, the capacity to do nothing is indispensable, because if you can’t bear the discomfort of not acting, you’re far more likely to make poor choices with your time, such as attempting to hurry activities that can’t be rushed or feeling you ought to spend every moment being “productive,” regardless of whether the tasks in question really matter.
Doing nothing means resisting the urge to manipulate your experience or the people and things in the world around you, and to let things be as they are. You can try the “do-nothing” meditation, where you set a timer for 5-10 minutes and then try doing nothing. If you catch yourself doing something — thinking, say, or even just focusing on your breath — gently let go of doing it.
As you keep letting go, you’ll increase your ability to do nothing and gradually regain your autonomy. You’ll no longer be so motivated by the attempt to evade how reality feels here and now; instead, you’ll learn to calm down and to make better choices with your brief allotment of life.
Neil Armstrong’s Family JUST NOW Confirmed What We Knew All Along
Pickapeppa Roast
Jamaican Pork Roast
Yield: 4 to 6 servings
Ingredients
1 (3 to 4 pound) beef chuck roast or Boston butt pork roast
Scant amount olive oil
1 (5 ounce) bottle Pickapeppa sauce
1 (7 ounce) bottle beer
4 cups brown gravy
Instructions
Heat oil in large skillet on the stove top over medium-high heat. Brown meat on all sides.
Put roast into slow cooker. Add Pickapeppa sauce and beer to skillet. Stir to deglaze and cook off some of the alcohol.
Add brown gravy and stir well.
Pour sauce over roast and cook on LOW for 6 to 8 hours.
Skyquakes, Upsweeps, and Sky Trumpets | Terrifying Sounds that Signal the End of the World
Video of Biden walking to his plane. So the official narrative that he is alive and well, but transferred power to the VP.
I don’t believe a word of it.
After all…
Fake signature on plain paper not the Whitehouse seal.
Fake AI generated audio message.
Flag at half mast at the Whitehouse… for whom?
And lets not forget about Cloud Strike. That little “update” disrupted all communication in the USA and the West for a good 24 hours. What a coincidence!
Keeping up the illusion.
Something serious went down, and the DNC is just playing “games” to keep up the illusion.
*shrug*
It doesn’t matter what the American People think, though. What matters is what China and Russia think.
What do you think that they are thinking…
Russia is conducting the SECOND full “exercise” this month of its nuclear forces; with YARS 800 Kiloton ICBM Transporter-Erector-Launcher (TEL’s) now deployed OUT in the field. United States Continuity of Government (CoG) plans are being implemented.
Encrypted radio emissions from underground U.S. Bunkers, are also in full activation.
The “exercise in Russia began about midnight eastern time last night.
Emergency Action Messages (EAM’s) have been transmitted to US forces worldwide, including submarines via Very Low Frequency (VLF) communications circuits.
The march to world-wide nuclear armageddon continues in lock-step.
Why?
At this, I will give you a post that I wrote five (x5) months ago…
Here is my SITREP this March 2024
This “sitrep” was compiled and written at the tail end of March, 2024. It contains active elements of the global Geo-Political situation focusing on the “primary core participants” as defined by the United States Department of State. I will intentionally leave out details on the “minor” participants, that while important, is not necessary in this overview.
The world is undergoing a massive shift in global [1] Leadership, [2] Finance, [3] Society, [4] Culture, [5] Military influences, [6] Technology, and [7] Planetary Management.
What was once the realm of the “rules based order” led by the United States (the United States makes the rules that others follow), and obeyed “in lockstep” by it’s captive proxy nations, has been eclipsed by a multi-polar world, led by the Russian / China leadership alliance.
The overriding plan
The United States, embroiled into Thucydides Trap (whether you don’t want to believe it or not, it is painfully clear and obvious that the United States “Leadership” is completely ensnared in this situation.) has worked out a long-duration plan to maintain and regain its hegemony.
The key to this is the suppression, followed by the break up of Russia, followed by a pivot to China.
The Timetable for initiation of hostilities
The Break up of Russia into an easily digestible entity was planned to occur in 2022. The war to start the collapse of Russia, however, got off to a bad start, and Russia has been thwarting all of the NATO efforts to manage that collapse.
However, the time-table has not changed. And as of this date a major push to destroy Russia once and for all is planned to occur in Spring / Summer 2024 this year. Leading participants to this fiasco; the United States, the UK, Germany, and France… with participative elements out of NATO to include Finland, Poland, and Sweden are expecting a NATO win by Fall of 2024.
A “buffer” period, or up to two years is planned to coincide with the planned destruction of China. This is planned for the tail end of 2026 and the Summer of 2027.
The Major Participants
For RUSSIA, the nations of NATO will attack on the chosen battlefields of Ukraine. Eventually weakening Russia to a point where “death blows” can be administered by aircraft and missile attacks.
The NATO troops are expected to consist of large quantities of Germans, Polish, Romanian, and French forces for the main thrust. With Northern contingent consisting of Swedish and Finnish forces that will deploy and assault from the North.
For CHINA, A “island chain” of American proxy nations have formed a QUAD of aggressor nations that is designed to instigate the precipitate motions that will force the Chinese entry into the upcoming Global catastrophe.
The primary antagonizing nation is earmarked as the Philippines, with major support from QUAD nations South Korea, Japan, (and to a lesser extent) taking a backseat, the resupply center of Australia.
It is expected that simultaneous “hot spots” will erupt that will trigger Chinese participation. Perhaps Taiwan declaring independence, with the United States, and proxy “toadies” nodding vigorously in agreement. Followed, or led, by disruptive assaults by the Philippines in the South China Sea.
The Timetable for war duration – Russia
What is going on right now in Ukraine is not a war. It is a military action, but not a full fledged war. Yet.
But once the full NATO assault begins in the Spring of 2024, a total war event scenario will begin. The United States, and NATO plans for a quick assault, and a rapid ending of the war.
Reports as ludicrous as the collapse of Russia by mid-November 2024 is being bantered about by the collective idiots in Brussels. Smarter heads prevail, and they anticipate a delay that could last until 2026 depending on a number of unknown factors.
But the plan is one of total victory by NATO over Russia and a “color revolution” internal to Russia that would dispose President Putin and replace him with a pro-American stooge.
Maybe an actor like Zelensky (Ukraine), a ideological imbecile like Javier Milei, (Argentina), a “stooge in debt” like Ferdinand “Bongbong” Romualdez Marcos Jr.( The Philippines), or an easy to control puppet like Yoon Suk Yeol (South Korea).
My understanding is that the replacement Russian “president” and his cabinet has already been selected, and the principals have already been contacted.
The Timetable for war duration – China
The ideal timeline for the “pivot to Asia” is once Russian territory is secure, and a proxy government is in charge. Due to the events of the last two years, this date has been pushed back from 2025 to 2027. But owing to the timer / stopwatch on the abilities of the West, the expiration date for action against China occurs in 2028. So the window for action is narrow, and there is an urgency to accelerate things aggressively.
While there will be a continuation of provocations in both the South China Sea, and in Taiwan, actual “False Flag” justification, and assaults against China is unlikely to occur before 2026. Thus, the window of 2026 to 2027 will be a VERY dangerous time, provided of course, if the West (The United States) is successful in taking over Russia through military victory.
Assumptions
The Pentagon along with a significant number of interested parties have made some baseline assumptions regarding both Russia and China. These assumptions color the battle and strategic policies that will govern this upcoming period of time.
Russia is “a paper tiger” and will not use nuclear weapons.
Russia is not as strong or militarily capable as it seems.
Russia, in regards to Ukraine, has been lucky so far.
The entire world is already against Russia, and the United States is leading the world against a renegade nation.
As far as China is concerned…
China is also a “paper tiger” and will not use nuclear weapons.
China has some basic technology, but it’s military is raw recruit, conscripts, with basic understandings and operates in crude military tactics.
China’s navy is expected to be “light weight”, and nothing to take too seriously.
China will fold once the oceans around China is controlled by the QUAD forces.
End Game
It is absolutely and positively understood that the Planners (of this military adventure) believe that …
Neither China, or Russia would (dare) attack the United States.
That they would NOT use nuclear weapons.
That they wouldn’t be able to use conventional weapons. (Neither has the logistical ability to deliver them to the United States shores.)
The proxy nations, being the “monkey’s paw, for the United States, would be ruined, destroyed, and there would be devastation all around. But NOT in the United States; the USA would be untouched.
As neither nations have the logistical ability to invade or assault America, the survival of the United States is understood as a certainty. No matter how long and drawn out the war might become. The United States people, factories and cities would be spared from any war.
So the world would have survivors;
Both Russia and China will devastated by the massive conventional wars.
The United States proxy nations would also be left in ruins.
Meanwhile, the United States will be left pristine and intact.
At this point in time, perhaps 2030, the United States will rise from the ashes of a global war stronger, and better than ever before.
It’s proxy nations, ruined and rubbled, would forge tighter alliances with the United States. While the enemies of the United States would be ripe for easy plundering.
Though looting the resources of both China and Russia, the United States can be rejuvenated, and the entire globe will listen to the undisputed leader of the planet; The United States.
Final Comments and thoughts
I personally believe that all the assumptions are wrong.
That the timetable is off base, and a kilter, and the “leadership” of the West needs to stop taking so many drugs.
We do not know what the future holds, but if this plan proceeds… one thing is certain, those planners in the West will not be happy when things go “tits up”.
And now for my daily memory trip…
When I grew up in East Brady, Pennsylvania (and later in Massachusetts) there were these magnificent trees… huge. Shady and just amazing. I really loved and appreciated them. Though, most everyone else never gave them much thought.
The Northern Catalpa (Catalpa speciosa)
Well, I wanted to know more about them, so I asked ChatGPT 4.0.
Dear ChatGPT 4.0
what is the name for the very shady tree, found in Pennsylvania and Massachusetts that have these long seed pods that resemble long green bean pods? My father used to tell me that the American Indians used to smoke them like cigarettes. I think that he was lying, but i do want to know about this tree
ChatGPT 4.0 Answer
The tree you’re describing is likely the Catalpa tree, specifically the Northern Catalpa (Catalpa speciosa) or the Southern Catalpa (Catalpa bignonioides).
Key Features of the Catalpa Tree:
Large, Heart-Shaped Leaves: Catalpa trees have large, heart-shaped leaves that provide dense shade.
Long Seed Pods: They produce long, slender seed pods that resemble green beans. These pods can be quite noticeable and often remain on the tree through winter.
Showy Flowers: In late spring or early summer, catalpa trees have clusters of large, white, trumpet-shaped flowers with purple and yellow spots inside.
The Northern Catalpa (Catalpa speciosa) 2
Cultural and Historical Uses:
Native American Uses: There are various anecdotal claims about the uses of Catalpa trees by Native Americans, but smoking the seed pods like cigarettes is not a widely documented or verified practice. It’s more likely a bit of folklore or a misunderstanding. Historically, the wood has been used for fence posts and the flowers and leaves have had medicinal uses.
Habitat:
Geographic Range: Catalpa trees are native to the central United States but have been widely planted and can be found in states like Pennsylvania and Massachusetts.
Identification Tips:
Look for the large, broad leaves.
Check for the distinctive, long seed pods, especially in the fall.
Notice the large, showy flowers if you’re observing the tree in spring or early summer.
Conclusion:
While your father’s story about smoking the seed pods might be more of a tall tale, the Catalpa tree is indeed notable for its distinctive appearance and historical significance.
A Love Letter to Northern Catalpa
Though June is my designated purple month (according to my 2016 New Year’s resolution to blog one colour per month), I do feel compelled to add a little white delight for this last week of June before the lazy days of summer ensue. And why is that? Because the spectacularly beautiful Northern catalpa tree (Catalpa speciosa) is in flower in Toronto, and I decided it needed a little love. Though it’s often found in residential settings, its sheer size at maturity makes it a better choice for a park or cemetery – and that’s where I love to photograph this North American native: Mount Pleasant Cemetery. Today it was a little sunny, when I drove through, but the trees looked resplendent.
Catalpa speciosa Mount Pleasant Cemetery2
Northern catalpa trees can mature at heights between 40-70 feet (12-21 metres) with a spread of 20-50 feet (6-15 metres). Though they grow naturally in moist bottomland from southern Illinois and Indiana south to Tennessee and Arkansas, the species is fully hardy in Toronto. Interestingly, some trees are columnar, and others have a rounded crown. Catalpa canopies are so full…..
Catalpa speciosa canopy
…..one has to remind oneself to peer closely to savour the beauty of each orchid-like flower in the big panicles. Though I couldn’t find any bumble bees today, I know they were enjoying the fragrant blossoms – appropriately marked with purple nectar guides – up high in the canopies. This is one of those rare species that has both diurnal and nocturnal pollinators, with moths working the flowers at night.
Catalpa speciosa Northern catalpa flowers
Interestingly, some specimens had already flowered when I was at the cemetery today, pointing to their variability. The tree below, for example, is one I photographed two weeks earlier in 2010; today it was fully green, all the flowers spent.
Catalpa speciosa Mount Pleasant Cemetery1
The long, slender seed pods give the genus two of its common names: Indian bean and cigar tree.
Catalpa speciosa seedpods
Here, sit under the canopy for a few minutes and enjoy the shade it casts from the warm June sun.
Catalpa speciosa branching
Today…
What pissed you off today?
Someone offered to buy my car.
You read that right. There’s a backstory.
I decide to buy a new car. My car is worth $9K. I still owe about $3.5K. I don’t want to trade it in because I think I’ll get shafted. So, I buy the new car and decide to try to sell my car on my own.
I put the old car on sale for $8,250, explaining everything that is wrong with it. I’m trying to be as honest as possible.
For 2 weeks, I get no offer I’m happy with. One of the offers was from a dealership. I would have had to drive my car there. The problem was that I’d already transferred the registration and insurance to my new car. Not a great option.
I reduce the asking price to $7,750. I get another offer was from a guy who wanted to offer me $5.5K. I almost told him to shove it up his ass. Here’s the deal, it pains me immensely more to sell something for less than what it’s worth than it does for me to just gift it.
At this point, I’m thinking about gifting the car to the Salvation Army and taking a tax deduction. But, I remember that a few months before, my sister had car problems. I call her to ask if she wants the car. I tell her that it’s a luxury car and that both upkeep and the insurance will be more than what she’s used to paying. She tells me she’ll think about it. A few days later, she tells me she wants it. It’s a 2009 Lincoln MKS with only 65K miles on it. She doesn’t feel she’d ever be able to afford such a car. The offer is too good to decline.
As soon as she tells me she wants the car, I start getting people who are interested in it. Every 2 to 3 days, I get another person asking me if the car is still available. So, now I’m having second thoughts about gifting it, but I’ve already given my word. And if there’s anything I am, it’s a man who stands by his word. So, the car will still be gifted. But, freaking hell! Where in the world were these people when I was trying to sell the damn car?
How empires change
What are the weirdest experiments performed throughout history?
Nicolae Minovici was a Romanian scientist who was obsessed with finding out what happens to the human body during a hanging. In fact, he wrote an essay in which he analyzed almost 200 cases of people who had been hanged, and the factors that influenced, such as the type of knot of the rope, the weight and even the gender of the person.
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Minovici, he was not happy with just “reading” about people who had been executed in this way, he wanted to know how he really felt, so (and to answer your question) he started a series of quite strange experiments and above all dangerous.
First he did some preliminary tests with a rope that did not contract, he hung himself 6 times a few seconds to get used to it, but as Minovici himself wrote in his notes:
“The pain was almost intolerable”
Still, he was determined to experience what it felt like to be hanged, so he leveled up.
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He and some of his collaborators put their heads in a regular contraction rope and asked an assistant to hang them, twelve times in a row.
When describing previous experiments, Minovici repeatedly apologizes saying that “despite all his courage, he could not endure the experiment for more than three or four seconds.”
Despite his efforts, Minovici failed to find tangible results from his series of hangings, which in total numbered almost a dozen (the only tangible thing to find would have been death, I believe).
That is why I nominate Nicolas Minovici and his research as the strangest series of experiments in history.
This is really messed up
Have you ever caught your neighbor doing something that made you furious?
Where do I start? One morning, heard what sounded like an excavator in my front yard
Walk out to find a guy skid-steering all over my immaculate lawn. I yelled out, but he didn’t hear me, so I fired up the trusty hose and soaked him through the open door. He got out and started towards me. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked. He turned back to his excavator and said “digging “. I asked him why and he told me “this is all coming out”, pointing at my front yard. “Why?” I asked. “New granny flat going in” he said, shaking his head like I was stupid. “2 things” I interjected. “The granny flat is going in next door and you’re paying for a new effing lawn”.
He decided to ignore me and got back into his excavator, at which point I started hosing him again. Neighbour across the road heard the noise and came out. “Call the police” I yelled. He did while I commenced my hosing. The guy lost it and got out, just as his client rounded the fence. A few quick words and he drove off my yard and got out, just in time for the police to turn up.
Lots of finger pointing and agro from him. Said it was an honest mistake. “But you kept going after I told you to stop, that’s malicious damage “. One of the cops gestured for him to come over. “Put your excavator on the truck and leave, we’ll sort you out later “. The next-door neighbour was disappointed and suggested my hosing him was assault.
I asked “ you want to see it again?” as I reached for the hose. She scampered off. Only problem was, it was winter and the replacement turf didn’t take we’ll, so it was a year before the lawn looked good again.
The way you dress is linked with your mood. So dressing well most often helps in keeping you more stably happy.
People will be more willing to do something for you if you ask them in their right ear.
Women often ask questions about things they already know the answers to.
Studying for 30-50 minutes with 10-minute breaks is one of the best methods to improve your retention.
A person who enjoys being single is called Quirkyalone.
To make your thought sound convincing, say that you heard it from your parents or teachers.
Déjà vu occurs when your brain tries to apply a memory of a past situation to your current one, fails, and makes you feel like it’s happened.
We believe what we WANT to believe.
Listening to high-frequency music makes you feel calm, relaxed, and happy.
The cells in your body react to everything your mind says. So negativity brings down your immune system and you feel sick.
Caramelized Onion Smothered Pork Chops
Caramelized Onion Smothered Pork Chops are exceptionally delicious. They will most certainly become a part of your meal rotation.
caramelized onion smothered pork chops
Ingredients
4 boneless pork chops, with as much fat removed as possible
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon ground sage
1/2 teaspoon ground thyme
1/2 teaspoon kosher or sea salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
6 tablespoons butter
2 cups thinly sliced onion
4 teaspoons granulated sugar
Instructions
Season both sides of pork chops with garlic powder, sage, thyme, salt and pepper.
Melt 4 tablespoons butter in a large skillet over medium heat, evenly coating the bottom of the skillet.
Increase heat to medium-high. Cook both sides of chops for 10 to 15 minutes until lightly browned.
Push chops to outside edges of skillet. Melt the remaining 2 tablespoons butter in the center of the skillet and add onions to the center of the skillet, sprinkling with sugar. Replace skillet cover and cook for 10 minutes, frequently tossing and stirring onions with a spatula. Onions are caramelized when tender and medium-brown in color. DO NOT let the onions burn!
Check chops for doneness before serving. They will be done when a fork piercing the thickest part of the chop draws clear juice. If the juice is pink, cook chops a bit longer until done.
Serve pork chops with caramelized onions piled on top.
Glitter Bomb 2.0 vs Porch Pirates
Is it true that most overseas Chinese overwhelmingly support the USA because they love and cherish the ideals of democracy and freedom?
The idea that most overseas Chinese support USA ideals of democracy and freedom is truly a laughable claim from cuckoo-land. It is no less than an amazing 2016 claim by the then First Lady of the US, Michelle Obama, that the US is “the greatest country on earth.”
In reality, overseas Chinese are generally aware that US Democracy is not even within the top 10 in the Global Democracy Index and that it ranks only 30th and is listed as a “flawed democracy”. In 2022, Sweden’s International Institute for Democracy and Electoral Assistance put the US into its “list of regressive democracies”.
Overseas Chinese people are also not blind to research showing that US democracy has been replaced by an oligarchy with some 1% owning and controlling the country. As found in a joint Princeton-NW University study, the average American has no say in US policy; it is determined by the wealthy few. The US has become like most dubious ‘electoral’ ‘democratic’ countries.
They are also very aware the US is committed to supporting the growth of the Military Industrial Complex (MIC) which now effectively, through unlimited financial lobbying, controls leading US politicians.
Few overseas Chinese are blind to the reality that the MIC thrives on wars and feeds on non-stop proliferation of unlawful US-led regime-changes in other parts of the world since the end of WW2.
Also, overseas Chinese know freedom in the US is not that great. They are aware the country has the highest number of people kept imprisoned and that, with limited exceptions, freedom to bullshit and lie is protected by the US constitution (First Amendment). That has led to well-publicised increased racism and right-wing militarism in the country. It explains why there are now more guns than people in the country and that surveys show more than 200 people are shot and wounded and more than 110 people are killed by guns in the US each day.
It is also absurd to imply overseas Chinese are unaware the US is unashamedly providing military and financial support for Israel’s horrific crimes against humanity in the Gaza. How can it be said that overseas Chinese cherish US democracy and freedom when they can easily see it as a rogue country supporting Israel’s cutting off supplies of food, water and medical aid to Palestinians and bombing the Gaza and killing more than 26,000 Palestinians and leaving 1.7 million people homeless?
An unfortunate reality is that the US always acts in its best interests and it has successfully promoted propaganda about its supposed defence of democracy and freedom.
That may explain why credulous people (including some overseas Chinese believing in US democracy and freedom) are unaware that, in the words of Professor Jeffrey Sachs of Columbia University, US democracy is today nothing but a “US foreign scam built on corruption.”
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What is your best “one time my dad … ” story?
We lived in a Far out centre in Brisbane called Cribb Island, transport was limited. Dad was cutting the grass down with a really sharp reaping hook. Hold the tuft of grass up and swipe the curved blade across n cut it down. Well it was a Sunday. So dad swipes the hook over the held up grass tuft and cut across and cut down on his hand. Blood everywhere. Walked inside, mum bandaged his hand, huge open cut. So he then walked to the bus stop and sat there waiting for the next bus to take him into town to the General Hospital. His hand would have been hurting like anything. So in time a bus came by and he got on and maybe had to get another bus in the city to get up to the hospital. Got the cut stitched again wd have been painful. Reversed his trip back to Cribb Island. Monday was work day and he had a horse n cart delivery of bread around Hendra. Next morning he got on his bike n rode to Hendra and worked all day running in and out of houses delivering bread. After he finished he rode his bike back home. How he worked all day with a huge bandage on his hand I don’t know. He did not want to let his customers down. So they bred ‘em tough in them there days!
Pawn Stars Expert “I Can’t BELIEVE You Have This”
What is something that pisses you off with today’s society?
I have a friend.
He’s 22 years old.
He’s a very smart guy. Speaks English and French fluently. Physics major, plans on getting a PhD. Works so hard at school. Eloquent writer whose stories bring me to tears. He’s one of my best friends.
His mother is straight-up narcissistic. She screams at and belittles him and his sisters if they say good morning to her, but don’t say it with what she considers the proper amount of respect. She threw his beloved Warhammer miniatures and paints and brushes in the garbage, calling them a waste of time and money. She threatens to do the same with his video game console, saying the same thing. She forbids her children from getting driver’s licenses so they’re forced to rely on public transportation to get anywhere, and they have to keep location sharing turned on on their phones at all times so she can see exactly where they are whenever she wants. Curfew is 8:00, bedtime is 10. Her children are 17, 17, and 22.
She forces them to hand over all the money they earn from their jobs as ‘living expenses’. Not just paying rent. She doesn’t allow them to save anything for themselves, and spends it on shopping sprees for herself. The one time my friend tried to set up a bank account for himself to start squirreling money away, she found out and managed to get the account’s information. His hard-earned money was soon gone.
Big deal, people say. If his mom’s really that bad, why doesn’t he just move out? He’s obviously got a job. Why, I put myself through college while also working at McDonald’s to support myself!
It doesn’t work that way any more, honey. He’s a lab assistant at his university. Bit more prestigious than McDonald’s, no? Earns decent money… for a part-time job. While also trying to study for one of the most rigorous degrees offered. While also trying to deal with the stress of worrying about his family.
He’s got little sisters he needs to protect. They’re just finishing high school—getting old enough that CPS just shakes their heads and says ‘they’ll be adults in just a few months, so we don’t need to intervene.’
He doesn’t earn enough to move out yet, even if his mother didn’t force him to hand over his money. He has school he needs to focus on. He has sisters to look out for. And, because he’s male, he doesn’t have many, if any, resources to escape to. The only abused victims shelter in his area is for women and their children. Does it really sound like they would take him in?
The thing that pisses me off the most about today’s society is when people say abuse victims must not want to escape if they haven’t already. It’s not that they don’t want to. It’s because they either don’t know how or don’t think they can.
Why the US Don’t have this? (America Failed)
I have to fire an employee who has been with the company for 42 years – orders from above. He doesn’t know. How do I fire him?
I’ve had more.experience with this than I care to remember,.
At one point during my tenure with GM, the average age of my subordinates was very nearly 60 years old (59.8 I believe). Under CAW/UAW/UNIFOR, terminating someone with this kind of seniority was often a multi-year ordeal. By asking this question, I at least know you are not dealing with a union, or you would have been trained on a specific protocol for it. Also, you are likely working for a fairly small company or this would probably be left to an HR rep, who would also be trained. So with that in mind;
First depending where your company is located, I would make good god damn sure you have one hell of a rightous, well documented case for termination. In many places firing a 42 year employee without sufficient grounds could lead to the type of wrongfull termination suit that could sink a small company.
Secondly, if your company doesn’t already employ security, hiring a security company for a month or two after the termination is advisable. Being fired after 42 years would be a pretty massive shock for anyone. The potential for retaliation by someone who has dedicated nearly half a century to their career is a much more likely than it is with the average worker.
After 42 years, it is safe to assume the person considers their career to be a large part of who they are. Depending on the circumstance it’s very possible you are about to do something this person will view as one of, if not the greatest betrayals of their lives. Treat them with honesty, respect and compasion, don’t be afraid to show remorse, and be aware of the fact that l if you leave a person feeling like they have no options, they are financially ruined or you take away a part of their life they believe defines them, they are likely to lash out.
Lastly, you should never terminate anyone on your own but especially someone who has been with a company their entire adult life. You should always be acompanied by at least one other person, be that someone from HR, thier direct supervisor, another manager, a company lawyer and/or a security guard would all be reasonable choices, the 20 year old replacing him for 25% his salary, not so much (this should be obvious, but its the internet, who kows who will read this..)
Meet Joe Black – Bill meets Joe
China invades Taiwan. America merrily sends out its ultra quiet 50 nuclear attack subs. Every transoceanic Chinese ship is sunk in 6 months. China runs out of gas, oil, food & can’t sell ANYTHING. China is now back to 1900. Why would China want that?
US cities destroyed by nuclear weapons??
You white power types are always so funny. In that I can ATTACK YOU BUT YOU CANNOT ATTACK ME. Sinking our shipping is literally a declaration of war.
We have these things fuckers
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And remember in any nuclear exchange China will win.
While you may kill a lot of us…
…We’ll rebuild…
…you won’t be able to.
Today in the western world your societies are atomised so much that you literally kill each other daily.
After the dust settles? The survivors will rebuild, you’ll go mad max. By 2100 we’ll be back on our feet again, you’ll still be shooting each other.
What is the fastest way you’ve seen a co-worker get fired?
I got a bunch of short ones:
Guy brought his crack pipe to work and it fell out of his pocket in front of his boss. Was in his 2nd day on the job.
Employee did coke in the bathroom and got caught.
Guy punched another guy at work when he found out he was sleeping with his girlfriend—all three were fired.
At a retail gig a guy fell asleep in a recliner chair for customers while on the clock. The store manager walked buy and saw him sleeping. To be fair it was one of those high end comfy recliners that older people sleep in.
A co-worker showed up drunk to work in the morning. Happened at two different jobs —two different co-workers. One was in AA at the time.
Co worker had sex at work with a customer.
Co worker went on a lunch break for four hours in his first week at the job.
Co worker fell asleep at his desk. Boss walked by.
Co worker watched porn while in new hire training at work —and was caught. It was his first day on the job.
Twice two different people at different companies stole sensitive company information and sold it to a competitor. One of them was sued by the employer.
Employee was soliciting co-workers as John’s for sex. One of them men turned her in. I am not sure if she ever got an actual client from the office.
Co worker caught on tape going from desk to desk in a cubical environment removing expensive items. Weird thing was the cameras were not hidden. He must have known that the cameras were there.
He recently got charged for murdering his two children using a fishing spear gun.
At first glance he resembles a normal bloke you meet on the streets.
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But he’s my perfect definition of extremely stupid.
The crime is horrendous in itself, extremely so, but, his reason for committing it is on an another stupid extreme level.
A criminal complaint filed against him by the prosecutors alleges that he told the FBI that he killed his children because he believed they “were going to grow into monsters” and that conspiracy theories led him to believe that his wife had passed down her “serpent DNA” to the children.
The complaint further alleges, that he knew what he did was wrong but that “it was the only course of action that would save the world.”
Serpent DNA, is supposedly linked to ‘Lizard people’ conspiracy theory. If you’re wondering what’s that is I’ll let Wikipedia explain it you Reptilian conspiracy theory .
So, this stupid shitbag killed his kids because he believed that there’s a reptilian aliens species which is secretly running the world and have taken over important positions in government, banking and Hollywood. And his children supposedly carries the said alien DNA.
Coleman also told authorities that he learned about “serpent DNA” through QAnon and Illuminati conspiracy theories, even though the lizard people conspiracy theory predates both by several decades.
QAnon is a more recent conspiracy theory premised on the belief that a similar global cabal at the top of the U.S. government is secretly murdering and eating children and that Donald Trump was quietly working to defeat them during his time in office.
I mean WTF?!!!!!
In my definition it takes extreme stupidity to believe in such bullshit. And, Coleman is an embodiment of extreme stupidity.
How do you deal with a neighbor stealing?
I grew up on a farm in Outback Australia. We had quite a big workshed full of equipment up a lane behind our house.
Even out in that area, we would occasionally get people in cars wandering up our back lane; fair enough, they’d get a bit lost and turn when they noticed their mistake and leave. We could always spot them, as the lane ran right by our house. We didn’t bother to shut the gate, since there was always somebody coming or going during the day and who can be bothered if you’ve not got stock there at the time?
Until one day when somebody went up there late one night and didn’t turn around and go straight back. My dad and I went and shut the gate on them and then waited, with our dogs and shotguns (this was a working farm, and so we had guns.) We also called the cops.
The two guys came back down the lane, saw us and the locked gate, backed up and went charging around the back fields trying to find another exit. By the time the cops got to our place, the two would-be thieves were pretty shaken up, and the cops found a heap of our stuff that they’d pinched from the shed.
We kept our front gate locked after that. And at night the dogs were let off.
What Putin and China just did is SHOCKING and the U.S. is in Real Trouble
I have to fire an employee who has been with the company for 42 years – orders from above. He doesn’t know. How do I fire him?
I’ve had more.experience with this than I care to remember,.
At one point during my tenure with GM, the average age of my subordinates was very nearly 60 years old (59.8 I believe). Under CAW/UAW/UNIFOR, terminating someone with this kind of seniority was often a multi-year ordeal. By asking this question, I at least know you are not dealing with a union, or you would have been trained on a specific protocol for it. Also, you are likely working for a fairly small company or this would probably be left to an HR rep, who would also be trained. So with that in mind;
First depending where your company is located, I would make good god damn sure you have one hell of a rightous, well documented case for termination. In many places firing a 42 year employee without sufficient grounds could lead to the type of wrongfull termination suit that could sink a small company.
Secondly, if your company doesn’t already employ security, hiring a security company for a month or two after the termination is advisable. Being fired after 42 years would be a pretty massive shock for anyone. The potential for retaliation by someone who has dedicated nearly half a century to their career is a much more likely than it is with the average worker.
After 42 years, it is safe to assume the person considers their career to be a large part of who they are. Depending on the circumstance it’s very possible you are about to do something this person will view as one of, if not the greatest betrayals of their lives. Treat them with honesty, respect and compasion, don’t be afraid to show remorse, and be aware of the fact that l if you leave a person feeling like they have no options, they are financially ruined or you take away a part of their life they believe defines them, they are likely to lash out.
Lastly, you should never terminate anyone on your own but especially someone who has been with a company their entire adult life. You should always be acompanied by at least one other person, be that someone from HR, thier direct supervisor, another manager, a company lawyer and/or a security guard would all be reasonable choices, the 20 year old replacing him for 25% his salary, not so much (this should be obvious, but its the internet, who kows who will read this..)
Glitterbomb 3.0 vs. Porch Pirates
Can you describe what life is like for inmates in prison? Are there any surprising aspects of prison life that people may not know about?
Prison Life
Your woken up at 5:00 AM 7 days a week 365 days a year.
Your then called out for chow, in which your section / tier heads to the chow hall. The food is served to you just like you were served while in elementary school. The difference is you could eat what they served you in the school cafeteria, In prison the food they serve you would make a belly goat puke. You will be given 8–10 minutes to consume the prison slop and out you go., On most days you will get some live entertainment to go with your food, such as fights, stabbings and of course the strong praying upon the weak.
You then have a choice of a shower, yard, going to your prison job, school, or the yard.
At about 10:30 am they issue the call for noon time chow, in which you march down to the chow hall in groups, afterwards they will send you to be counted, then when the count clears it’s back to your routine. In between is usually the gambling, tv watching, card games, beatings, hustlers, snitch squad, cell searches, stabbings, rapes and suicides. The golden rule is if you are walking on the tier, and you gotta use the restroom bad, you either soil yourself or run to your cell or dorm, you do not enter into any cell that is occupied or un occupied, because you will be beaten beyond recognition. If you see a person hanging and bleeding you just keep walking, if someone collapses from a heart attack or jumps off a tier you didn’t see anything.
if it’s your time to go to store then go, but remember the sharks are circling at all times, and you have to be prepared to meet your maker, over a candy bar, or a bottle of shampoo. You don’t share a stick of gum, if you’re cash didn’t come in you do without.
At about 3:30 pm they will issue the chow call for dinner, they will then count you again and when the count clears, they will allow you to have yard time, work time or shower time. At around 8:30 pm they will toss you into your cell for the night, and by 9pm the night has pretty much ended. If you listen close enough you will be able to hear the screams, of the inmates attacking the weak, and in some cases you will hear the goon squad coming to extract an inmate. In some cases you will hear a few brave cell soldiers, acting out and making noise.
Come 5:00 AM the process starts over again, unless someone calls a strike, or your tier is locked down .
Welcome to prison life.
Cheesy Smothered Pork Chops
cheesy smothered pork chops
Ingredients
4 or 5 boneless pork chops
Salt and pepper
1/2 onion, thinly sliced
1/2 cup mayonnaise
1 cup Cheddar cheese, shredded
Instructions
Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
Place pork chops in a baking pan. Season with salt and pepper on both sides.
Sprinkle the onion on top of the pork. Spread mayonnaise on each pork chop. Top with shredded cheese.
Bake for 25 minutes, or until the cheese is melted and browned. Baking time may be longer, depending upon thickness of pork chops.
What’s the strangest wrong number you’ve ever answered?
About fifteen years ago, my cell phone rang at 10 o clock at night. When I answered, a very upset guy was on the line.
“Hey man!” He said. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
I was sitting in bed next to my wife reading a book. I tried to think if I had done anything shameful recently.
“I think you have a wrong number,” I replied.
“”Don’t even try that bulls—-t on me.” He said. “My girlfriend is really upset, man.”
I tried to explain that I didn’t know what he walking about.
“Yes you do. You’re answering her phone, dude. How can you do stuff like this? Steal someone else’s phone? You think that’s okay?!?”
I desperately tried to assure him that it wasn’t her phone, but he was insistent that he had dialed her number.
Suddenly, it hit me. He had dialed without an area code, and got my number, not hers. (Can that even still happen now?) As I tried to explain this to him, he faltered slightly, but I could tell he thought I was somehow pulling a fast one on him, and didn’t want to believe me.
Finally, I had the solution. I realized that I wouldn’t have been able to change her voicemail message, even if I had her phone. I said I was going to hang up, and he should call back. He would hear my message, and know he had the wrong number.
I hung up. My wife and I watched as the phone rang four times and then went to voicemail.
I felt this weird flashback to when I was a kid and got accused of shoplifting because I had walked into a store with a soda I had bought elsewhere, and the owner was convinced I had taken one from his store. There were no adults with me, and I had to surrender the soda, and I got a tiny inkling of how it must feel to be in serious trouble for something you didn’t do, and how scary it is to have to prove a negative.
The phone went silent, and the problem was resolved. He left no message.
“Smite Me, Almighty Smiter!”
Have you ever had a car salesman speak down to you and not take you seriously? Were you able to make him learn the error of his ways? How?
What’s the strangest wrong number you’ve ever answered?
About fifteen years ago, my cell phone rang at 10 o clock at night. When I answered, a very upset guy was on the line.
“Hey man!” He said. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
I was sitting in bed next to my wife reading a book. I tried to think if I had done anything shameful recently.
“I think you have a wrong number,” I replied.
“”Don’t even try that bulls—-t on me.” He said. “My girlfriend is really upset, man.”
I tried to explain that I didn’t know what he walking about.
“Yes you do. You’re answering her phone, dude. How can you do stuff like this? Steal someone else’s phone? You think that’s okay?!?”
I desperately tried to assure him that it wasn’t her phone, but he was insistent that he had dialed her number.
Suddenly, it hit me. He had dialed without an area code, and got my number, not hers. (Can that even still happen now?) As I tried to explain this to him, he faltered slightly, but I could tell he thought I was somehow pulling a fast one on him, and didn’t want to believe me.
Finally, I had the solution. I realized that I wouldn’t have been able to change her voicemail message, even if I had her phone. I said I was going to hang up, and he should call back. He would hear my message, and know he had the wrong number.
I hung up. My wife and I watched as the phone rang four times and then went to voicemail.
I felt this weird flashback to when I was a kid and got accused of shoplifting because I had walked into a store with a soda I had bought elsewhere, and the owner was convinced I had taken one from his store. There were no adults with me, and I had to surrender the soda, and I got a tiny inkling of how it must feel to be in serious trouble for something you didn’t do, and how scary it is to have to prove a negative.
The phone went silent, and the problem was resolved. He left no message.
About 30 years ago, as a young woman, I needed a new vehicle and decided to buy a small pickup truck. My boyfriend (now husband) and I had gone out for breakfast and went to the Ford dealership to look at trucks. I found a Ranger that I really liked. The salesman seemed really nice and helpful. My boyfriend had to go to work, so we told the salesman we would come back. When my boyfriend left for work he asked what I was going to do for the afternoon. I told him I was going back to buy the truck.
I went back to the dealership and found the same salesman and told him I had returned to purchase the Ranger. He actually laughed. I told him I was serious. At that moment a man drove onto the lot. The salesman walked away from me to go talk to the man. I looked for another salesman and was ignored by all. I even went inside and said I want to buy a Ranger and was ignored by all. I left.
I went down the street to the Nissan dealership and purchased a new Nissan pickup that I liked better than the Ranger. I drove my new truck back to the Ford dealership and asked to see the original salesman and the sales manager. I took them both outside, showed them my new Nissan and told them I had stopped to buy the Ranger, but was laughed at and ignored by all. I told them to have a nice day, got into my Nissan and drove away.
As I was leaving I heard the manager yelling at the salesman. I loved that Nissan and drove it for years.
What did you do when you were suddenly fired from a job?
Went to McDonalds , and had a late breakfast, coffee and read the paper for half an hour.
I was pretty fed up with the job, and was trying to get through the next month before starting to look, but even so the dismissal was still a surprise. I arrived at 8: 30 on Monday morning , after working the Saturday and Sunday on a piece of work for the bank, and by 9: 30 was on my way home with no job, and an appointment with the company lawyer for the Friday , for my exit papers, so a bit bamboozled.
By the end of my macca breakfast , I was sorted in my head , with a plan and way forward. Gave my wife a call , and said “Sorry its happened again” She said. God bless her ”Are you OK?”
Me “disconcerted, but I’ll be fine, let’s look at the finances tonight, but I think we’re in good shape, and I should be able to negotiate a settlement from these guys that will get us a free holiday”
“That sounds nice, see you tonight“
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Are Russia and America engaged in a tough love relationship?
No.
The United States has been using NATO to attack Russia.
A simple look at the map has shown NATO encroachment into the (former) Soviet Union Eastern Block and then with the 2014 color revolution, a full invasion of Ukraine… a battlefield from which to attack and destroy Russia by.
Only idiots forgot that Ukraine was originally a significant part of Russia. Look at the maps.
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Like I said; only ignorant idiots; with a brain no larger than a peanut, don’t realize this FACT. I mean it. These brain-dead piles of vomit can’t even tell the difference between a boy and a girl. They don’t know what the root of Pi is, and they sure as fuck cannot tell you how many mm are in a yard.
Ambulatory Stupid feces wearing diapers.
But the stupidity doesn’t stop there…
Oh no. The great mental retardation is alive and well in the West.
…
Look, I know that some people cannot help their stupidity. But Lordy, you all shouldn’t elect them into office. What the Hell were you thinking?
Yeah.
Only a real IDIOT would think that they could take on Russia.
A massive, blundering ignoramus of a pile of weeks-old pig-feces, would possibly think such an absurd idea.
…
So, now…
Now…
No shit… NOW…
…they are now looking to “pivot to Asia”… and take on the Russia + China alliance.
Surely, the world has NEVER seen such ignorant, and stupid fools in all the history of mankind.
…
Psssst…
There’s more.
No shit!
Can you believe… actually believe… that a virtual army of United States officials have been marching off to China to TELL THEM to stop being friends with Russia.
And…
To order them to buy a shit load of American Treasuries…
And…
to force them to stop being the manufacturing center of the world.
…
And what did China do immediately afterwards?
Oh, the hug between Putin and Xi was pure gold.
The absurdity of this situation is pristine. You just cannot make this shit up!
I once was in a very bad hail storm in Dallas Fort Worth, Texas. The hail was the size of grapefruits, and completely devastated all the cars, the windows, and the mesh antennas.
But right before the hail fell, the sky became very strange. It took on a greenish yellow color, and then grew into a bright green.
What this period in time feels like is that exact same thing that I experience in Dallas right before the hail hit. The sky is really odd, and everything seems wrong.
Biden dead?
TBD…
Prison life can get to be a little hard.
In the ADC in Arkansas, you have to be on your deathbed if you are going to see the doctor. And at that, the best you would probably get would be some aspirin. But, yeah, if you are sick or dying… don’t expect too much.
So what actually happens is that a lot of the time, the inmates have to self treat each other.
Do you know what a “boil” is?
It’s a massive pimple, on the back, that cannot pop, and just gets bigger and bigger. And when a boil gets too big, it’s really painful. Really, really PAINFUL.
Often the size of a tea-cup saucer. Huge.
No shit.
It needs to be popped and drained.
And what we would do would be extract the blade from a disposable razor and slice the boil open, and then drain it out. Lots of white goo and puss with blood. You need to do what you need to do.
The inmate would sit on the commode, and another inmate would slice open the boil and use toilet paper to wipe it clean.
It’s an adaptation that you have to live with when you spend time in the slammer.
*sigh*
Today…
What is the best case of “You just picked a fight with the wrong person” that you’ve witnessed?
I had a judo teacher. Steve Reardon. He was my Mr. Miyagi. And also my HS English teacher. And about 60 years old at the time.
For judo, we used the same practice area as the HS wrestling team. The wrestling coach, Jim, was just a mean person and would hassle Steve all the time about inane things. Steve would brush it off. Jim was younger, fit, and a former college wrestler.
Steve always taught that we would only use judo in self defense. “Judo – The gentle way” and “Judo, the art of hitting someone with a planet.”
One day I was talking with Steve in an empty hallway when Jim came up and started yelling at him. Something stupid about practice schedules.
Then Jim started poking Steve in the chest, aggressively. Then he physically two hand pushed Steve.
I’ve never seen Steve move so fast. He grabbed Jim’s arm, wrapped him up for a major outside hip throw (Ippon Seonage, if i remember). Jim’s whole body was up at our shoulder level before being slammed to the floor and you could hear the crunch and the air rush out of him when he was “Hit with a planet.”
Sand is called sand because it’s in between the sea and land.
The green and brown M&Ms are lesbians.
We are the last generation whose baby photos weren’t taken on phones.
Your belly button is just your old mouth.
Cats only meow at their mothers and people.
The “ueue” in queue is silent.
Flames don’t have shadows.
California has a bigger population than Canada.
“Stressed” is just “desserts” spelled backward.
“Breakfast” is only called that because it’s the first time you eat since the day before, so you break your fast.
Usually, you have to swipe 4,000 times to go on a date. Open this app to meet people who fit all your standards only.
Whenever you buy and eat half a chicken, you are secretly sharing a meal with a stranger.
There are nerve endings in turtle and tortoise shells and they can feel you touch it.
The word “footage” refers to the fact that motion picture film is measured in feet.
If you replace the “W” in where, what, and when with a “T”, you answer the question.
Angelina’s Zydeco Creole Jambalaya
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Ingredients
1/2 pound smoked sausage, cut
1/2 pound ham, diced
1 cup onion, chopped
1 cup bell pepper, chopped
1 cup celery, chopped
1 cup green onions, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 1/2 tablespoons Worcestershire Sauce
1 can whole tomatoes, drained (reserve liquid)
Pinch thyme
1 teaspoon black pepper
1 teaspoon salt
3 cups Uncle Ben’s Converted Rice
1 1/2 cups stock water
2 pounds fresh shrimp, deveined
Instructions
Place sausage and ham in very heavy Dutch oven and sauté until lightly browned. Remove from pot and set aside.
Sauté onions, bell pepper, celery, green onions and add meat drippings. Cook until tender.
Add tomatoes, thyme, pepper and salt. Cook for five minutes. Stir in rice.
Mix together liquid from tomatoes, stock and Worcestershire sauce equal to 2 cups and add to sautéed vegetables. Bring to a boil. Reduce to a simmer and add fresh shrimp, ham and sausage. Cook uncovered, stirring often for about 30 minutes or until rice and shrimp are done.
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If the USA is really a superpower, why can’t the USA bring democracy to China?
First, China is too large and powerful. It’s led by a very capable and intelligent government. It has a very large and powerful military.
Second, China’s government is very strong and stable. The Chinese people fully support it.
Third, China is already democratic in a way that is much superior to America. US democracy is a joke, a sham. You’ll never persuade the Chinese to trade down.
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As a lawyer, have you ever won a case that you wish you had lost?
I had a client who said that he had told his insurance broker that they owned considerable collections of jewelry worth tens of thousands of dollars. He said that the jewelry had been stolen, he even had a police report.
The insurance did not have the rider to cover the jewelry. The broker denied he was ever told about the jewelry. If my client was right, the insurance broker committed malpractice.
The broker refused to turn the claim to his insurance company, so I sued him.
His insurance company settled for what I thought was a reasonable amount.
After the case was settled and my client had cashed his settlement check, he told me, “oh, by the way, I found the jewelry a couple of months ago.”
The whole case was a fraud, and I had participated in the fraud.
Because of the attorney client privilege, there was no one I could tell. He got away with the crime.
This was over 35 years ago, and it still hurts to think about it.
EDIT: according to the ethics attorney I consulted with, I could not report it as the crime has already happened. The exception to the rule is if your client tells you they are going to commit a crime, then the attorney can report it. California has some of the most restrictive rules as far as being able to repeat anything that a client tells the attorney is concerned.
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What has been the most unusual family secret you’ve discovered after getting older?
My dad was terminally ill before he died in 2011 and told me a family secret I’d never have suspected in a million years.
He and my mom were married for over 55 years. Dad told me that he had planned to leave her (nobody’s perfect, but she was a difficult person, chronically angry and depressed) about six years after they’d married. This was 1952, and they were working class, Catholic, and the children of Polish immigrants. My mom announced she was pregnant again, and he did not feel he could leave her. The new baby was me. They fought very frequently, but divorce was considered scandalous, and in their world at the time, reserved mostly for movie stars. My mom was physically and emotionally abusive with us kids. My dad often worked double shifts at the auto plant; I thought it must be just for the extra money. Now I realize much of it was to be away from her.
I have very mixed feelings about this and likely always will. On one hand, my dad had fortitude in spades, and was a great father. On the other hand, I did not have a good image and example of what a marriage should be, and I saw a lot of violence between them. One time she threw a colander of hot wet spaghetti at him, and burned his face.
My husband came from an imperfect family too, but his parents definitely loved each other very much. Many of the problems early in our marriage stemmed from what I experienced as a child. Eventually we worked things out and were in counseling for a while. This year we celebrate 40 years of marriage, and we stayed married because we wanted to, and we love each other.
One of the few regrets I have in my life (which is a very good life), is that my dad did not live to see our beach home. It’s just a small condominium, but it’s very nice, and faces out on the Gulf of Mexico. You see, he used to take me on long rides to look at lakeside lots in Michigan, and always wanted to buy one to build a small place on the water.
My mom of course would never agree to it.
Has a cop ever said something to you which was completely unexpected?
Yeah. I was pulled over for speeding in a construction zone (I was). The officer takes my license back to his car, and comes back acting almost embarrassed, asking if I’m aware my license was suspended, like 3 years ago! I have no idea what he’s talking about. He hands me my license back, with no speeding ticket and just tells me to take care of the suspension right away. So I’m sitting on the side of the highway, in a construction zone, and I ask, “So what do I do? I assume I can’t just drive away with a suspended license?” And he responds, “no, go ahead, I’ll call it in to make sure no one else pulls you over for the next few days, just take care of it”. (unexpected) [End of story]
Turned out that years earlier I had been pulled over for a rolling stop at a stop sign. I was going to contest, but with two young kids, full time job…it just didn’t happen. This was before everything moved on-line, so knowing I was getting close to due date, I sent in my payment and such via certified mail. The DMV received the payment, cashed the check and all, but didn’t properly close out everything they needed to. As a result, my license had been suspended, but aside from small print on the back of the original ticket saying what could happen if not paid (it was paid) no further communication had been or needed to have been sent.
Luckily I had saved the certified mail receipt! I had literal proof in the form of receipts and cancelled checks. DMV fully admitted it was their error, but turns out they didn’t really have a process to correct an error caused by them, so, while my driving privileges would be reinstated, the suspension was going to stay on my record…. except no, that wasn’t going to work for me. It took about 8 visits over the course of about a month to get everything finally straightened out.
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What is the most ridiculous reason for which you have been fired?
I was fired for endangering lives for less than a 15 second conversation.
It started when I worked for Ashland Inc., the chemical company (they owned Valvoline at the time). My boss and I did not get along all that well, I still think to this day she is the worst boss I’ve ever had.
Anyway, I worked in the city and tornadoes are very rare in the city. I was a temp contractor who had been there 2 years (some were there 5+ years, entire team was contractors and they did not hire on) and so when the day came to an end and it was time to leave I packed up my things and headed for the elevators.
I took the elevator down to the lobby and that’s when it happened, the tornado siren started blaring and I continued to head for the exit. I ran into my boss who was coming in from outside and she asked what I was doing, I replied that I was leaving. She said I absolutely could not leave and that if I left I would not have a job tomorrow (I was already off the clock but still on company property).
I told her that it was not worth losing a job over, so we walked towards the shelter for a good 5 steps and the siren turned off. Conversation was less than 15 seconds and the siren was off and I was free to leave.
We had to head to a hallway like this, we all remember this from school!
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She brought this up at a managers meeting two days later and informed the other managers attending that she wanted to fire me for creating a situation where I forced her to put her safety at risk by impeding her ability to get to shelter due to her having to ensure the safety of another employee.
I was let go and filed for unemployment, the case examiner was so shocked by the reasoning for my termination he approved my unemployment. I took a nice long vacation and got hired on directly at another company that I love working for.
Also she was forced into retirement 2 years later and the team disbanded.
Have you ever found a loophole in traffic court that’s pretty much foolproof?
About 20 years ago I got a ticket ticket I got for running a stop sign. There was construction at an intersection and I was waved through by one of the construction workers. The officer in his car on the other side of the intersection did not see this and proceeded to pull me over. I tried explaining but he didn’t want to hear it.
Fast forward 6 months, I find myself sitting inside a courtroom overly dressed in a suit and tie patiently waiting my turn. With my last name being on the tail side of the alphabet I was one of the later people to be called.
Right before me was a man in his late teens/early 20s with a short bright red hair and a red beard. He was wearing a white tank top, ripped, oil stained, jeans and smelled like he had smoked about 2 packs of cigarettes already that morning. The court clerk calls this gentlemens name, the guy stands up, and before getting asked any questions, proceeds to loudly tell the judge in a thick South Boston accent that “this is all bulls*it” and how he “does not have time to wait around all day for this bulls*it”.
The judge pauses, looks at the man, and says “Son, I haven’t even read out the details of your case yet why are you coming in here yelling and hollering?”.
The man looks at the judge and says nothing.
The Judge proceeds to read off how he was driving a car with an expired registration and was pulled over for doing 30 mph over the speed limit and asked the man to tell his side of the story.
The man says “As I was saying before you interrupted me, that was all bulls*it and the cop was full of shi*t”
Needless to say the judge didn’t take kindly to this man, didn’t see his side, upheld the ticket, and threw him out of the courtroom.
Next they call my name, I walk up slightly dumbfounded by what I just witnessed and say “good morning your honor”. The judge raises up his hand as if to tell me to shut up. He looks at me and says “nice suit, thank you for being respectful, your case is dismissed, have a nice day”……. I picked up my dismissal paperwork said “ thank you your honor” and walked out of the courtroom.
Being an “ally” with the USA does not guarantee immunity against economic interference, subversion and sabotage, quite the opposite.
The Chinese foreign minister, Wang Yi, once said that the formula used by the European Union to manage its relations with China is “impractical”, “it’s like driving a car to an intersection and looking at the traffic light and seeing the yellow, green and red lights on at the same time”. I would say more… In addition to the confusion with the traffic light indications, the driver — for the Chinese only — still has to watch out for nails, oil and potholes in the road, which can lead to a crash or damage to the vehicle.
And who would cause such dangers along the way? Given the desperation of the actors involved and the unidirectional nature of the actions… Consequently, the exasperated and catastrophic tone that we find in the Western press, as opposed to a more triumphalist tone that was still in force six months ago (maybe even less than that), tells us everything we need to know. It’s incredible how Western emotions run riot, going from one extreme to the other in very short periods of time. From certain victory in Ukraine against Russia, we move on to widespread panic, in which Sullivan, Biden, Borrell or Macron, who as recently as September were already bathing in the good waters of Crimea, have now moved on to the certainty that Russian troops will not stop at the Dnepr and perhaps not even at the Danube, Rhine or Elbe.
During 2023 we all watched the unstoppable succession of predictions of the fall of the Chinese economy — remember, the Russian one was already “in taters — only now to be panicked by the flood of high-quality, low-cost products that the lazy West can’t even dream of competing with. It’s happening in cars, as well as semiconductors and agricultural machinery, and we’re gradually discovering, from the hysterical tone of Janet Yellen and Blinken, that if anything is falling, it’s American hegemony, whose containment strategies have so far only resulted in even stronger and more capable opponents. After all, it’s hard work that shapes character. The rentier capitalist elite of the West is too used to the easy money of royalties to be able to compete with those who have never abandoned industry, agriculture and truly productive activities.
The fact is that, in the Washington Post, David Ignatius, a researcher linked to the U.S.’s largest think thank, based on work by the Rand Corporation itself, says that analysts say the U.S. is entering a decline from which few powers have recovered; it is also RAND that provides us with an article entitled “U.S.-China rivalry in a new middle age”, pointing to the need for decision-makers to develop a neo-medieval mentality, namely by having to wage war in the knowledge that the “public” doesn’t want it; Borrell says that the U.S. is no longer hegemonic and that China has already become a superpower, something that Brzezinski had promised would never happen again; or the statistics on the U.S. economy, which say that it grew by only 1.6% in the first quarter of 2024, which shows a slowdown compared to the forecast. A big slowdown, considering the 2.7% predicted by U.S. broadcasting networks such as the IMF.
Curiously, it is from RAND itself that the best advice comes. In its study “The Fates of Nations”, two reflections are suggested which, considering their content and topicality, have no other destination than the political power based in Washington: 1. When nations stand between victory in war or national collapse (between the sword and the wall, I say), the punitive and coercive imposition of conditions is not an adequate path to success in rivalries; 2. Excessive ambition and oversized strategic scope contribute to many types of failure.
These reflections are the current portrait of the U.S.: wanting to extend itself everywhere, it is beginning to open cracks in the center, because the larger the surface, the thinner the cover; taking positions of strength in all situations — threatening all contenders with sanctions — causes those involved and those who might be the target of these actions to flee and become averse. If we add to this the fact that, according to various sources, Trump’s team of advisors has proposed that he impose penalties on countries that want to reduce their dependence on the dollar, we can already see that 2024 is going to be a terrible year for the world’s largest reserve currency. For now, gold has never been higher and almost 1/3 of the oil traded in 2023 was in currencies other than the dollar. If I were president of any country, I would do everything I could to reduce dependency until Trump takes office, considering that the prospects for Biden re-election are not the most enthusiastic.
Confronted with this reality, what is Washington doing? Failing to situate itself in this multipolar world in the making and failing to adopt a cooperative and respectful approach towards other states, preferring to focus on “a competition of great superpowers”, contrary to what, e.g., the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace proposes, in its report “The United States Policy Challenge”, the administration headed by Biden operates as if it still had all the power on its side and, lacking the strength it normally relied on, adopts the stance of sabotage, disruption and causing instability in the “business environment” of its own “allies”, when they are in the way between China and U.S.’s “national security” needs.
In Mexico, threats have been made — no one has confirmed them — against the López Obrador government if it persists in its intention to allow BYD factories to be set up so that they can make use of the exemption from customs duties applicable to the USMCA free trade agreement. The U.S. itself is unilaterally saying that the rules agreed between the three countries no longer apply to Mexico, without Mexico, supposedly a party to the agreement, having any say in the matter. If this situation isn’t proof of who’s really in charge when a country signs an “agreement” with the U.S…
This process of disruption, which aims to make it impossible for Chinese companies to set up shop, is taken so seriously that even a country like Portugal could be caught in the net and see its economy profoundly affected by U.S. intervention and interference.
Take the case of the oil company GALP, a privatized company with 51% of its capital held by U.S. “institutional investors”. First, we saw the news that the 8th largest oil well in the world, located in East Africa, more specifically off the coast of Namibia, had been awarded “to Portugal”. Specifically, the oil well had been awarded, not “to Portugal”, but to GALP, it would have been “to Portugal”, if the company were still public (only 8% are). The company is run by a Portuguese oligarch family, whose holding company “Amorim Energia”, which holds 35.8% of the capital, is based in the Netherlands.
It should be said that it would be more accurate to say that, 80% of the exploration, of the 8th largest oil well in the world, was awarded, not “to Portugal”, but “to the Netherlands”. And although the Amorim family manages the company, the capital is held by an overwhelming majority of North American, English and Canadian capital (75.2% in all). You can see who’s really in charge.
This same GALP, whose transition program towards sustainable energies and sectors envisaged a gradual move away from fossil fuels, has now announced that it has abandoned the proposal to set up a lithium refinery in southern Portugal. GALP, a profit-driven private company, is abandoning a lithium refining business, largely financed by European and Portuguese funds and with a guaranteed market?
Let’s not forget that the ultimate aim would be, with taxpayers’ money, to guarantee GALP entry into a strategic sector from the point of view of “sustainable” industries, and with guaranteed profitability, since the lithium would be explored also in Portugal, refined in Portugal and installed in batteries in Portugal. An extremely lucrative business guaranteed and with the development of important know-how. This explains why GALP accessed the 8th largest well in the world and why it has now come to say that, after all, the decarbonization objectives will have to be postponed. What do these people care about “climate change”?
For Portugal, this project was fundamental, as it would close the cycle of production and electric vehicles within its borders. From lithium mining to the production of electric cars, everything would be done in Portugal. However, there was a catch to this ambitious project. This project, which is one of the most important to be financed under the European Union’s Recovery and Resilience Plan in the country, was based on the production of batteries through the installation of a Chinese enterprise factory named CALB, which has already been approved by the previous government, which curiously suffered a judicial coup of “lawfare”, after which another government was elected, supposedly with different ideas on this matter. Let’s see how the differ.
Once again, we will have to listen to what the U.S. ambassador to Portugal said about the businesses in which Washington would not welcome China’s entry. Wouldn’t welcome is an understatement, as we know. Lithium, personal data, ports and 5G.
This is how a small country like Portugal was caught in the middle of a tectonic dispute between superpowers, in which the still hegemonic power developed a process of destroying the “business environment” applicable to its competitor. As we know, history doesn’t say much about those who are always on the defense, and so they have become increasingly closed. But that’s another story.
This example contains all the complexity, fallacy and aggressiveness of the “decoupling” strategy, which, when translated by Ursula von der Leyen into the “language of the EU”, became “derisking”. It also shows how, in the EU, it is the U.S. that calls the shots and how being anchored to the European Union, and everything it stands for, is in fact a serious brake on development. Portugal, like Mexico, like Germany, Spain, France and the whole of Europe, is seeing investment projects that could keep Europe industrialized closed down, boycotted and destroyed. Just because they are projected with Chinese companies.
Perhaps even then the Chinese company CALB won’t give up on its factory in Portugal. However, this foreseeable foreign interference will not fail to diminish the company’s expectations of future profitability and, above all, create a brake on its competitiveness for better prices. Symptomatically, this continued sabotage of the European economy and that of the “allied countries” is based above all on technologies that the U.S. wants to dominate. In this context, we should also have conscience that Volkswagen has signed an agreement with China’s Xpeng, and that a factory for the German brand is also located in Portugal. We can’t help but get a whiff of the traditional U.S. persecution of the German economy, which suffered a severe setback with the destruction and closure of Nord Stream and what was left of it. It all ties together again.
What this case proves is that today, in the West, and especially in territories that are in some way controlled by the tentacles of U.S. monopoly power (the Portuguese case proves the importance of the public nature of companies like GALP), they are limited to businesses that they are unable or unwilling to sabotage or destroy.
If the Think Thank and research institutes themselves suggest to the U.S. political elite that the best approach would be cooperation, respect for the sovereignty of others and, above all, not trying to get everywhere, it is not for lack of informed knowledge that these elites behave so savagely. Their objective is very clear, and consists of creating such an insecure, unpredictable and erratic environment for Chinese companies that they should abandon their desire to set up and trade with Europe and Latin America, without it being possible to say that it was the U.S. itself that sabotaged the economic development of countries that claim to be “allies”.
The means used range from unilaterally changing the rules, their own rules, promoting agendas such as “decoupling” or “derisking”, or, if necessary, and as Nord Stream proves, directly destroying supporting infrastructures, subverting democracies by organizing judicial coups and color revolutions, threatening sanctions and other penalties. In the last resort, war is even promoted, as was done in Ukraine and is now being attempted in Taiwan.
And this is how everything that has been said before, about open markets that close when at a disadvantage or open when there is a guarantee that only the hegemonic power wins; climate agendas that are a priority but are soon abandoned when the defined accumulation cycles are at stake; respect for the sovereignties of other countries that are protected when it comes to getting closer to rivals and are unprotected when it comes to defending U.S. dominance.
The terms under which the “national security” of the USA is defined, its protection grows at the pace of the destruction of the sovereignty, economy and freedom of its “allies”. Being an “ally” with the USA does not guarantee immunity against economic interference, subversion and sabotage, quite the opposite. It guarantees that this interference is carried out more easily, as the traditional defenses that result from national sovereignty do not exist. To be a friend of the USA today is to watch its own destruction and remain silent.
With friends like these… Who needs enemies?
Arnaud’s Filet Mignon au Poivre
Arnaud’s Filet Mignon au Poivre
Yield: 6 servings
Ingredients
6 (8 ounce) filets
6 tablespoons cracked black pepper
Salt
3 tablespoons clarified butter oil
3/4 cup brandy
3/4 cup heavy cream
1/2 cup demi-glace, home made or purchased (available in gourmet shops and groceries)
Watercress to garnish
Instructions
Lightly season the filets with salt and pound cracked pepper into both sides.
Heat the butter in a sauté pan over high heat.
Add the filets and brown on both sides (rare 10 minutes; medium-rare 15 minutes, medium 18 minutes, medium well 20 minutes, well done 25 minutes.
Remove from pan and keep warm.
Deglaze the pan with the brandy, add the cream and reduce to a semi-thick consistency over medium heat, approximately 1 1/2 minutes.
Add the demi-glace and cook about 1 minute more.
Taste for seasoning and adjust if necessary.
Center each filet on a hot dinner plate, ladle sauce over.
Garnish with watercress.
Serve.
“The Worst Thing Any President Has Done in My Lifetime” | Victor Davis Hanson
Would the son or daughter of a general get treated nicely by drill instructors in boot camp?
My father was a mere lieutenant colonel when I went to Basic Combat Training. I didn’t tell anyone, not other soldiers or the drill sergeants. On the morning of our graduation, LTC Dad showed up in the company area in his Class A green uniform. Everyone freaked out and our company commander approached him to see why he was there (he had been there the evening before in civilian attire but didn’t make himself known). Our first sergeant stepped in front of my platoon while we were in formation to prepare to march to the area where graduation ceremonies were held. She asked which of us was Walker and I responded. She stepped up to me and asked “Private, why didn’t you tell anyone your daddy is a colonel?”
I said, “I didn’t think it mattered, First Sergeant.” In truth, my father’s battalion operations NCO had counseled me before I left for Fort McClellan to always do my best and never do anything to intentionally draw attention to myself. He said that if they had to pull my LBE strap aside and read my name tag to figure out who I was, I was doing it right.
She thought about my answer for a moment, nodded, and said, “Very well. Let me go sort this out.”
After the graduation ceremony, I was allowed to ride back to the company with my family instead of marching with everyone else. I found out later that my drill sergeant and the senior drill sergeant had a falling out over this. DS S told me that he allowed it out of respect for my father and the fact that I had been a good trainee who always gave my best effort and never caused any trouble. The SDS was a mean little pissant who wouldn’t let his own mother get a coke from the machine in the day room if it was up to him, unless she busted out 100 pushups first
So, the only nicety I received was a ride back to barracks after graduation while everyone else marched.
EDIT: It was only about a half mile and it was a beautiful spring morning in Alabama. While I appreciated the extra few minutes with family, I didn’t really care one way or the other and neither did anyone else, except the senior drill sergeant.
Back at the prison, Sunday evening rolls on in. It’s after chow, and people are getting ready for the next week of work on the “chain gang” at “Hoe squad”. When the CO (Corrections Officer) comes in and distributes the necessities of life.
One roll of white toilet paper.
One mini-sized toothbrush.
One disposable razor.
Once the items were distributed, he left the barracks, and we all settled in for the night. Most gathered into small groups. One of my favorites was with Fred, where we would drink a strong cup of coffee and chat a spell.
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Next time you settle in on Sunday, imagine that there are guys in far away distant places, also settling down for the night.
With…
One roll of white toilet paper.
One mini-sized toothbrush.
One disposable razor.
Life can be boiled down to the necessities, when necessary.
Take care.
Today…
Is the US a true democracy?
Putting the spotlight on the question of U.S. democracy invites a deeper exploration of the term ‘democracy’. On the surface, with its representative institutions and electoral processes, the U.S. appears to embody the democratic model. Indeed, in this representative democracy, citizens elect officials who then voice their concerns and ideas. But when we probe beneath the veneer and grasp the true essence of democracy—a system “of the people, by the people, for the people”—a more convoluted depiction arises.
The United States’ democracy, far from being this utopian model of free expression and people’s governance, often assumes the role of an illusion, tailor-made to cater to a select elite. Much akin to a gleaming stage where politicians ensue in a cyclic showcase, the democratic system in the U.S. veils a multitude of persisting, grave issues that stand unaddressed, regardless of the grandeur of the performance. This discord between rhetoric and reality in U.S. politics brings to light the deeply rooted systemic issues afflicting this façade of a democracy. American democracy is marred with significant faults.
By 2022, the country was locked in a relentless cycle of warped democracy, political ineptitude, and societal discord, with key challenges like money politics, identity politics, societal fragmentation, and wealth disparity intensifying. The ailments plaguing American democracy seep into all facets of politics and society, in turn, revealing deficiencies in governance and the system. Ironically, despite dealing with this multitude of problems, the U.S. assumes the posture of a mentor, preaching about democracy to other countries. Driven by American interests, the U.S. persistently constructs and propagates a deceptive narrative of “democracy versus authoritarianism,” and stratifies the world into “democratic and non-democratic factions.” Therein, utilizing democracy as a tool to further its own hegemonic ambitions.
Consider the staggering expenditure during the 2022 midterm elections as a recent testament to America’s money politics. According to the data shared by “OpenSecrets,” the two parties expended over $16.7 billion, surpassing the previous record by a generous margin. This sum outpaces the annual GDP of over 70 countries worldwide. In states like Georgia, Pennsylvania, Arizona, Wisconsin, and Ohio, campaign spending for the federal senatorial elections average over $100 million. Interestingly, more than 90% of Congressional candidates clinched their elections by outspending their adversaries. Adding fuel to the fire is the rampant escalation of political polarization. Both the Democratic and Republican parties deal with rising radical factions within their ranks. The traditional spirit of bipartisanship, grounded in policy compromise, is elusive.
Chinese school children exercising at their desks.
China. I love China.
Why do so many Chinese believe in their government?
The reason is because China’s government has taken exceptional care of its citizens:
It lifted 800 million people out of poverty.
It dramatically improved their quality of life.
It protected them from the pandemic.
It kept them safe from foreign adversaries like the United States.
It made them proud of China’s achievements (economic, technological, military, societal). Tiangong space station. Fujian supercarrier. J-20 stealth fighter. 2008 and 2022 Olympic Games.
Why do so many Americans not believe in their government?
The reason is because the US government is corrupt and has neglected its citizens. The country suffers from:
homelessness
gun violence and mass shootings
systemic racism (“I can’t breathe”)
poor health care
poor education
crumbling infrastructure
opioid addiction
mass incarceration
declining life expectancy
growing poverty
etc.
The US government failed to protect them from the pandemic. Over a million Americans died from Covid.
China is Not What We Expected At All
City School Pizza
city school pizza
Yield: 24 servings
Ingredients
French-Style Pizza Crust
2 packages dry or cake yeast
1 tablespoon granulated sugar
3 1/2 cups lukewarm water
9 cups all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon salt
Topping
1 pound ground beef
1 tablespoon instant minced onion
1 (8 ounce) can tomatoes, drained and chopped
1 (6 ounce) can tomato paste
3/4 cup water
3/4 teaspoon oregano
Salt
3/4 teaspoon dried sweet basil
3/4 teaspoon garlic powder
3/4 pound ground or chopped luncheon meat
1 1/2 cups grated Parmesan cheese
Instructions
French-Style Pizza Crust
Dissolve yeast and sugar in water.
Add flour and salt. Knead until smooth.
Cover and let rise until doubled in bulk.
Cut into 2portions. Let rest 15 minutes.
Pat or roll to an even thickness in 2 (15 1/2 x 10 1/2 inch) jellyroll pans. Set aside.
Topping
Brown ground beef and onion in a large skillet.
Add tomatoes, tomato paste, water, oregano, salt to taste, basil, garlic powder and luncheon meat. Sauté until mixture comes to a boil. Simmer for a few minutes.
Spread sauce on prepared French-Style Pizza Crust in pans. Sprinkle each crust with cheese.
Bake at 400 degrees F for 30 to 35 minutes or until cheese layer is bubbly and browned.
Be careful at your highest moment
The smashed wall
Our girls were messing around yesterday. One of them happened to put their body through the drywall. My nine year old came downstairs crying and frantic saying she had to show me something. I walked upstairs to the damaged wall. The remorse was already displayed all over her body.
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She didn’t need me to make her feel guilty.
She didn’t need me to shame her.
She didn’t need me to make an already crappy situation worse.
“I’m sorry!!!”
I know you are.
“Daddy is going to be so mad!!! I’m not ready to tell him yet.”
That is OK. When you are ready, you will tell him.
She knew. She knew that he was the one most impacted by this. He would be the one taking time from his day to fix this.
I walked downstairs and told my husband.
The kids put a hole in the wall. A big one. M is really upset about it. She’s working up the courage to come and tell you about it.
We have two choices here.
1. Scream and yell and make her feel more awful than she already does.
2. Accept that little girl for each bit of awesome that she is… even in her mistakes. To realize that it was SO hard for her to come down and tell you how she made a mistake.
Our response will 100% determine how she comes to us with mistakes in the future.
How do you respond?
Today, my daughter walks around with a little more trust. She walks around feeling loved and connected. She walks around knowing that she can tell her parents anything and that she is safe.
This was the best gift I could ever receive this Christmas.
And yes. She still feels sorry. She offered to not receive any Christmas presents this year, all her savings, and her time to help fix it. She didn’t need screaming parents to make her feel this. She did it all on her own.
China teaching elementary school children how to use mortars
Its annoying to live with a girl or boy or another person. You can’t change each other. So pick someone whose flaws you can live with.
Your mother will not like her. Her mother will not like you. Accept that and move on. Don’t put them all in a room and expect magic.
Sex is good but you probably won’t have sex every day. Humans are moody and hormonal. So don’t marry for sex.
Your personal life will affect your mood and your career. It helps if you find some one who understands and supports your career pursuits.
Money is important. It’s easier if you are both financially independent and have figured out the basics before getting hitched. Poverty sucks.
Don’t ever call her fat. Never go into the details of your past relationships and compare. Don’t ever compare her with anyone else. There’s no coming back from that. Women are wierd that way.
Vacation makes everyone look great. Know how the person is when everything goes wrong. It’s difficult to buy honesty, loyalty and kindness. You get that only from your true friends. Marry an ally you can depend on.
Friends and hobbies are essential. Even if you are married, it’s good to have a small life of your own as an individual. Some distance, Some ‘Me time’ is good for maintaining any relationship.
Conversations matter. It’s fun and nice if you both can communicate without being assholes to each other.
People change as they age: physically, mentally and emotionally. It’s easier to grow old with someone you really really like.
12 Reasons Why I NEVER Want to Live in the USA Again!
Kayleigh McEnany spoke of the “inexcusable horror” of the transition Obama left for Trump in 2017. Can anyone tell me what was either inexcusable or horrid of the Obama-Trump transition?
I recommend Michael Lewis’s excellent book “The Fifth Risk” which describes in detail how bad the transition was.
The problem is, it was all Trump’s fault.
Chris Christie tried to warn Trump that under federal law, he had to start vetting presidential appointees before the election and convinced Trump that (1) it was a good idea to comply with federal law and (2) if he didn’t do it it would look like he was conceding the election. However, after Christie did some excellent work, Trump found out the process had cost $2 million of “his money” and disbanded it.
For example, at the Department of Energy in 2008, staff welcomed 30 of Obama’s transition team the day after the election and gave them full briefing books. They also prepared briefing books for Romney’s team in 2012, but never used them.
On November 7, 2016, the DoE was shocked that Trump had won but was still ready to greet Trump’s team with full briefing books. However, no-one showed up. No-one showed up the next day either. Or the day after that. The following week, DoE staff got in touch with Trump’s team to ask when someone would be coming. They weren’t told.
Eventually, Rick Perry showed up, alone, in early December. It was clear he thought the DoE was involved with oil, gas and coal. He had proposed disbanding it. That day, Perry found out the DoE mostly regulates nuclear energy and nuclear materials, including tracking bomb-making material. Perry was visibly shocked by the news and never questioned the function of the DoE again.
Trump met Obama soon after the election and mentioned he was looking forward to working with Obama’s White House staff. For some reason, no-one in Trump’s campaign had bothered to explain to him that all the White House staff was leaving with Obama and he had to find about 2,000 people to replace them. It was left to Obama to break the news. Trump was visibly shocked.
In total, the president gets to choose 6,000 posts in the government, from the cabinet on down. Trump only ever bothered to appoint 4,000 people and left several key posts, like the ambassador to South Korea, vacant.
Chinese kindergarten children’s impressive basketball skills go viral globally
The absolute hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.1984 bought a piece of property. 1 acre out of a 5 acre plot. Short time later had someone buy the one next to us and he ended up buying the next two. Ended up being the best friends we ever had. Did everything together. One night they came over to dinner and right after they ate, he got sick. Walked them back over to their place. Got back to our place, started stripping down for bed when his wife called screaming about something wrong. Quickest I’ve ever covered that distance in my life. He was in their water bed her standing there screaming. My wife had worked at a hospital over 20 years at that point. She’s 5′4″ and then about 180lb of soft flesh. She yanked him out of that bed and started CPR. Seemed forever the ambulance getting there. Before it was over, we had two ambulances, the supervisors car, a nephew of theirs that was an EMT but heard the call and the address. They carried him out and took off. Grabbed his wife throwing her in with us and hauled for the hospital. Wasn’t 5 minutes the Dr came out to tell us he had a massive heart attack and had died before my wife even started on him. By then the nephew had called most of the local relatives but most of the family was in Kansas. I’m the only one that carried a phone card for making calls so I had to call all these relatives most of whom I had never met to tell them he had passed away. Then Monday morning I had to call his job explaining why he was not there with the 1st pot of coffee made that morning and had to set up with them to get his company truck back to their shop, collect his belongings from them to bring back to his wife. That was the worst couple of days in my life then served as a pallbearer to help bury him, the best friend anyone could have had.
Some vintage pulp art and other stuff
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What is the biggest scam an auto mechanic ever tried on you?
I use to date a VERY cute, very boobsy little gal that had a 76 Datsun B-210 she bought brand new….She brought the car home and parked it out front of her house….The very first night it was hit by a drunk driver that pushed the rear bumper to about the rear of the front seats, but since the car only had about 16 miles on it the insurance would not total it…..It took 8 months to get it back from the body shop, and when it did come back the clutch slave cylinder was http://leaking….So (http://leaking….So) we took it in to the dealer the next morning and dropped it off….About noon they called Mary Beth and told her it needed a new clutch for $500 so she said we’ll just pick it up later….That evening I took her to get the car, she went inside as I waited for her to come out….After several minutes I wandered in to see what was taking so long, I got there just in time to hear the mechanic telling her that for Dinner and $100 he could do the clutch as a favor for http://her….So (http://her….So) I said,”HELL YES, we’ll take that $100 clutch special !!” Can I come too !?!
I’m not positive, but I think that mechanic was out job hunting the next morning…..
How Do I Tell My Daughter’s Boyfriend That She’s Cheating On Him?
What are the most inappropriate songs to play at a funeral?
This is a painful memory and one I don’t so much want to share on Quora as much as I feel compelled to. Whoever asked the question deserves my thanks for letting me unload this burden.
We had a separate memorial ceremony for my Mom as she was ultimately laid to rest next to my grandmother at the Jewish cemetery in Prague.
I was responsible for picking the music.
We had been instructed to put the music on a CD and there was time for two songs.
The first song I chose was one that meant the world to me. It was “Kadish” by Giora Feidman. (For my other answer paying homage to this great and humble artist, please see here) The second song I chose was a song that my mom had told me she wished to have played at her funeral because of the life affirming message it contained.
At the time it was difficult to find a copy and I got a friend at a large music label to get me a digital copy.
He was someone I respected enormously and he would never have provided a copy of any of his company’s catalog if it weren’t for such a special occasion. (This was before ubiquitous online music stores)
I was touched that he would let me have the music, especially because he, too, appreciated this song deeply, revered the band that played it and understood what a meaningful song it was and how it would express my mother’s love and joy of life. I felt I had done the right thing and was anticipating the memorial service as much as feeling the burden of saying goodbye.
On the day of the memorial, everything happened in a blur. I didn’t have time to discuss in great detail what was on the CD and there was no time planned for speeches or to introduce the music.
When the Klezmer and choir began to sing Kadish a great awe fell over the loved ones that were assembled to honor my Mom. I looked up towards the cathedral ceiling of the hall we were in and felt truly elevated. The music ended and we all shared a sigh, both of awe and sadness.
Then there was a short pause and the Beatles’ “Obladi-Oblada” came blaring, joyful, clanking and clanging in all its fun fair beauty from the speakers. This was the song my mom had said she would like everyone to hear when we were celebrating her memory. “Life goes on” – In honoring my mom’s wish I had not realized how much of a jarring contrast the song would create for the solemn occasion and how out of place if would sound, especially after the choir had finished “Kadish”.
Everyone was shocked and more than one head turned towards me, thinking that this was another of my juvenile jokes and acts of rebellion that I was still being remembered for.
At the reception afterwards a close friend of my mom’s approached me to ask me if I was “happy with having achieved what I wanted.” I asked her what she meant and she said “You wanted to shock us!” – I was mortified and tried to explain, good as I could, that I had tried to respect my mom’s wishes and had not realized how out of place the song would sound in such a sad and serious setting, especially without a proper introduction.
Which brings me to today. Where I sit down to write of this special, sad, beautiful, painful moment. One of the moments in my life where I truly wish I could have gone back and done it differently.
And as I write this, what do I discover?
The same Giora Feidman, who’s music was the gift that allowed me to say goodbye to my mom in tears before that peace was broken by the joyful, out of place sounds of Obla-Di, Obla-Da, that very same wonderful man also recorded an album, playing the Beatles in his inimitable mournful clarinet style.
Feidman recorded his version of Obla-Di,Obla-da last year and as I write this and listen to his beautiful rendition, I find the joy of life my mom wanted to share on that day, dedicated to her memory, sweetened by the melancholy bliss of his beautiful clarinet.
If we could’ve played that version then it would’ve been right and it would’ve told the story she wanted to have told about who she was and what inspired her.
And, who knows. Maybe, if I hadn’t had that experience then, finding this gem today wouldn’t have meant as much and wouldn’t have allowed me, many years later, to celebrate the memory of what an extraordinary person she was in yet another special and meaningful way.
So, yes, sometimes, honoring the departed’s request for Music can lead to the most inappropriate moment.
And I’m still proud I followed her wish, because she would’ve loved this story with a happy ending and one where I can cry and laugh and share, once more, with you, dear reader, the joy and burden of life.
The Xinjiang China THEY Don’t Want YOU to SEE… 🇨🇳 (British Couple’s SHOCKING EXPERIENCE)
I went to a restaurant of a nationality different from mine. After I sat down, the manager said “sorry, but we do not wish to serve you in our restaurant”. What should I do?
Years back my partner and I used to regularly do work in a small Mississippi Coastal town which has a 90%+ black population – we’re a couple of old white freaks ( “hippies” to those who don’t know better ) .
There was a restaurant on the main road called “Buddy’s House of Food” with a lighted sign of a young boy with a pig under his arm – an absolutely sure sign of killer food. I told John that this was where we eating.
When we entered, it was fairly full of people and everyone just sort of froze and looked at us: this little older lady, who literally looked like a Mammy Doll come to life, came over and said : “Can I help y’all?” in a genuinely quizzical tone.
I said: “ Yes, M’am: we’d like to eat if we could.”
You could tell it surprised her: she really didn’t know why two white dudes were in her restaurant.
She sat us down, and in 30 seconds it was like you had just shown up at your Grandmaw’s for Thanksgiving – she was bringing out all manner of pure Southern comfort food that was so bad for you but absolute balm for your soul – you could feel your arteries clogging as you ate while your taste buds yelled “thank you”.
Turned into a 2 hour lunch with hugs and extra slices of pecan pie when we left.
From then on every time we were in that town, we ate at “Buddy’s”; and every time it was the same welcome.
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What’s the most ridiculous adult tantrum you’ve witnessed that you couldn’t believe?
I took a friend and her barely adult son out for a day water skiing. Everything was going great, and then on the way back to the dock, we ran out of gas. Fortunately I had a little 3.5 hp trolling motor, that would move us along at a walking speed, or maybe a slow trot. No where near the excitement of the 235 HP outboard, but certainly better than paddling. I fired it up and was quite pleased that I had a backup, with its own gas.
The son started complaining, asking, where’s the fun in that? He couldn’t seem to get it through his head, that we were no longer in fun mode, now we were in getting to the dock the easiest way possible. He demanded that I fire up the big outboard, as I was ruining his day. Telling him that I couldn’t fire it up, did no good. He started screaming, just like a 2 year old. Saying “Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up”
As we approached the dock he picked up a lot of stuff, like he was going to carry it back to the truck. Then when we were 3 feet from the dock, he threw it over board, jumped onto the dock, and just calmly walked away. Dhe asked him to pick it up, and he just kept walking.
His mother didn’t punish him. Though, how do you punish an adult. He didn’t have a job, and lived at home with his mother.
When we had collected everything, and walked to the parking lot, he was sitting on the hood of his mothers truck.
I got in my car, to head for my cabin, but I waited to see that he would react rationally. She unlocked the truck and he got in, and they followed me out onto the road. After a kilometer or so, she pulled out and passed me like I was standing still.
I worked with her, and we never discussed this ever again . I never socialized with her after that. This hadn’t been any kind of a romantic thing, I took male friend’s boating all the time. I have never been able to explain any of what happened, but I didn’t want the drama in my life
What are some things you should avoid at any cost?
Don’t fight when you’re weak, leave when you’re strong.
Avoid crying in front of someone who doesn’t care about you.
Don’t waste time on your ex or stalking them on social media.
Never hurt yourself, the world will bring enough hurt.
Don’t take things personally, even if you know it’s personal.
Avoid listening to sad songs as they can drain your energy.
Don’t miss out on important engagements and events.
Be kind to your family, they’ll be there for you in tough times.
Cut out friends who break the “Bro Code.”
Be cautious of trusting a crying woman and a smiling man.
Don’t mess with negative people, they reflect who you are.
Don’t beg twice, know your worth.
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How do people handle being separated, but still living in the same house?
My wife and I have lived together for nearly 20 years. We separated in 1998 and lived apart for nearly two years. My wife left me because she wanted to ‘find herself’ and see what life could be on her own. I helped her move into an apartment.
We both agreed we would always love each other but we are no longer IN love with each other.
My wife asked to come back two years later because of her economic problems. She insisted on her own room and her own identity.She’s lived in her own room for 18 years and usually stays with her girlfriend. We haven’t hugged, kissed or shaken hands in nearly twenty years.
We stay together so she can have insurance from the VA and soon will collect widows benefits. She will also receive Social Security benefits.
We’re friends but nothing more.
She’s 66 and in poor health. I’ve know her since she was 17 years old. I have my life and girlfriend but I refuse to let my ‘wife’ be homeless and hungry.
We have found a one bedroom for her to move in after I’m gone.I want her to move in now and continue her life.
She sees more and more people coming in to my house to help me as my body fails me. She freely admits she can’t help me and I love living alone even when she’s in her room. We rarely speak and I visit my lady friend at her house, My girlfriend knows about her and respects my decision not to divorce her.
Our marriage may have ended years ago but my caring for her hasn’t.
You shouldn’t wish ill for your ex. You should care for the person if the person needs care.
My integrity remains intact. Everyone should want the same.
Cajun Chicken and Dumplings
Cajun Chicken and Dumplings
Yield: 6 servings
Ingredients
Chicken
1 large chicken
2 quarts salted water
1/4 cup butter
1/2 cup sliced mushrooms
1/2 cup chopped celery
1/2 cup chopped green bell pepper
1 pimento, chopped
1/4 cup chopped onion
1 quart milk
2 hard-cooked eggs, chopped
1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
1 teaspoon vinegar
1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1/8 teaspoon white pepper
1/8 teaspoon black pepper
Dumplings
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon garlic salt
1 teaspoon ground white pepper
1 teaspoon ground black pepper
1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
1/4 teaspoon thyme
1/4 teaspoon oregano
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 slightly beaten egg
1/4 cup (1/2 stick) softened butter
1 teaspoon olive oil
1/2 cup milk
Instructions
Dumplings
In medium bowl, place flour, salt, garlic salt and ground white and black peppers.
Add cayenne pepper, garlic powder, thyme, oregano and baking powder.
Stir in egg, butter and olive oil.
Gradually stir in milk. Knead dough until soft and smooth; divide into 5 small balls. Roll each ball on floured board until paper thin; cut into strips 1 1/2 inches wide and 3 inches long. Lay strips on wax paper for about 15 minutes before adding to broth.
Chicken
In large saucepan, place chicken and water over medium heat. Simmer about 45 minutes or until fork tender.
Remove chicken, reserving broth. Chop chicken in large pieces, discarding skin and bones; set aside.
In medium fry pan, place butter over low heat.
Add mushrooms, celery, bell pepper, pimento and onion; sauté about 2 minutes.
To broth in saucepan, add milk, hard-cooked eggs, Worcestershire sauce, vinegar, cayenne and white and black peppers.
Stir in sautéed vegetables; heat to boil, reduce heat to simmer and add alternating layers of chicken and dumplings, pushing each layer down into broth. Simmer about 15 minutes or until dumplings are tender.
Serve chicken, dumplings and broth in individual bowls.
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What is the best case of “You just picked a fight with the wrong person” that you’ve witnessed?
I once had a friend who had a serious case of “Little Man Syndrome.” He was short, and kind of a loudmouth, but really a good dude once you got to know him. One night we were out at our favorite bar, and I saw him chatting up a girl.
For perspective, my friend was about 5′6/145, so he was really small. As he’s talking to this girl, a guy walks up to them and says “Hey bro, that’s my girl.” Normally, that’s enough to end a conversation, usually followed with a “My bad” or something of that nature. Not this night. My friend promptly responded with “Smurf you, she’s talking to me now, so smurf off.”
The gentleman in question was literally a giant. At least 6′4, and probably weighed 230 or so. As my friend spoke to him, I knew that it wasn’t going to end well, but the Giant simply repeated, “Really, bro, she’s my fiance, and we don’t want any trouble.” He was calm, and didn’t seem affected by the way my friend spoke to him.
My friend decided that he didn’t care and kindly told the Giant where he could go, and how he could get there. He then followed it up with “And if you have anything else to say, I’ll kick your smurfin smurf.”
The Giant politely told my friend to meet him outside.
A lot of stories on this thread end up with the small guy taking down the big guy, but not this one. The Giant hit my friend 1 time with a right hook, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear my friend was hit with a baseball bat. The Giant then looked at those of us he knew were with his punching bag, and dared any of us to complain about what just happened. I have a rule about getting into fights with/for my friends, and because this friend actually started and somewhat deserved what happened, I had no beef with the Giant, nor did the rest of my friends.
The Giant then went back into the bar, finished his drink, and left with his fiance.
What is your view on China’s recent aerial confrontation with an Australian military helicopter in the Yellow Sea?
It was actually an act of aggression from Australia.
First off:
It wasn’t international waters, the Yellow Sea isn’t international waters. It was either South Korea’s EEZ or China’s EEZ there is no peanut hole like Russia had.
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Second
The UN Security council was responsible for enforcement of UN sanctions against North Korea. This panel was dissolved in April 2024. This means their excuse of enforcing sanctions is a lie. Australia is not part of the UNSC and thus had no mandate to be there.
Third
It was a cul de sac, that is there was no destination to get to, so it can’t be innocent passage.
Fourth
The Australian mission breaks UNCLOS as it was trying to deny Chinese the right to defend themselves.
All the above is meaningless puffery anyway as westoids never actually obey the rules THEY agree to but expect every one else to follow. They’re like that…
So what do I think of it?
There’s a weak leader in this picture. Guess which one it is?
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You see in 2021 we had the Hainan island incident.
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The USN aircraft was forced to land on Hainan and we made them dismantle their plane and didn’t allow it to be flown away.
Before 2021 there was this
Korean Air Lines Flight 007
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It is now 2024, 40 years since Korean Air 007, and 20 years since Hainan island incident. Yet the leaders of China have become weaker.
I mean we literally have all this tech like beidou satellite navigation system, GPS spoofing and fancy warships and such like… and yet we can’t repeat something like Hainan with a ‘stray drone’ somehow getting into the rotors of the Australian spy helicopter?
Bah weak leaders…
Here’s one Chinese leader telling off another one that he’s a pussy.
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And I don’t even like Zemin, a bit too neo liberal for me.
When was the exact moment you lost interest in your significant other?
When I was pregnant I hated my husband. I decided the first time that I would divorce him as soon as the baby was born. I hated the way he breathed and chewed. I did not say a word about it to anyone. I knew somewhere in my mind that I was crazy. When my baby was born I loved my husband again. The second time around same thing but this time I knew it was hormones. The third time I knew what it was and just ignored it.
Then Mike got stressed out at work. He took his stress out on the kids. I said I love him not that he was perfect. I went away with the kids for a few days to decide what to do. The kids all voted him out of the family with no input from me. It was hard but Mike and I started over after going to a MARRIAGE ENCOUNTER. We started over from scratch. He courted me again. We realized we were worth saving. We put in the time and effort to win each other all over again. 15 years after our wedding we vowed again to love each other. Not in a fancy ceremony , just between the two of us.
From then till the day Mike died I never fell out of love with him. I know he never fell out of love with me. The last time I saw Mike he drew me a heart on the window frost.
Do not feel sorry me. I have had a wonderful life. I am alive and well. I continue my life . God may provide me with more people to love. Nothing is impossible.
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I had a cat named Phelili. I had written about her before. I had found her on the side of the road during a torrential downpour, when her mother was killed.
This event happened about ten years later.
My first wife and I had broken up. We were not yet divorced, as she still was an out-patient with the local mental group. I was in Boston. She was living in an apartment in Pennsylvania.
I was living my life.
And my ex-wife was living her life. She had our cats.
Oh, about six months in…
I started having nightmares every night. It was the same series of dreams, and it was driving me bonkers. They lasted for about three weeks.
My dream was the same thing over and over…
My little cat Phelili was trapped in an apartment, and couldn't get out. She could look out the window. She could see the stairs to go up, and the street below, but was unable to leave. She had water, but was running out of food.
Since these dreams concerned our joint cat Phelili, I tried called my wife, but no one answered.
And so I left it at that.
And the dreams stopped.
About one month later my ex-wife called me. She had tried killing herself again, and was taken to the hospital. When she healed up some, she was permitted to return to the apartment. The cat was alive. She was drinking water from the toilet. But hadn’t eaten in weeks.
I was really angry at her. How could she be so selfish to starve our cat? What was she thinking. Well, she wasn’t. She was acting on emotions impulsively.
Ok. This story ends, the cat died of old age about six years later. But the point that I want to make here is that my cat was trying to communicate with me using PSI / ESP and I was receiving the messages.
My mind, however, was not putting two + two together.
Hindsight is a bitch. What I should have done was to ask for someone to go to the apartment and check up on her and the kitty. Shit!
Lessons learned.
Don’t mess up like I did.
Today…
What did you see that blew your mind?
>> What did you see that blew your mind?
One time I was in McDonalds and it was lunch rush time so they were busy. At the front of the line was a Puerto Rican man trying to order but he did not have a good command of English so the employees were having a hard time understanding him.
So, it was taking a little time and I never get wound up about stuff like that; especially since there are was an obvious language barrier.
Well, this other guy in line started mumbling and complaining how long it was taking. And he kept getting louder and louder. Everyone was looking at him like — dude, chill out.
Finally he had enough of his precious time being wasted and he broke line and walked up to the man and asked “Hey- Jose…where are you from?” The man said “Puerto Rico.” Then the rude man said very loudly “Why don’t you go back to your own country and don’t come back to ours until you learn the language.”
Stunned, the poor guy didn’t know what to say and everyone else got real quiet.
Understand something- I am a very passive person and I do not get involved in arguments, altercations or anything like that. But this just made me so angry that I couldn’t help it…bear in mind I never say things like this either or use bad language (which it really isn’t a bad word I guess anyway)
I looked right at him and said “Puerto Ricans are American Citizens you jackass…why don’t you go back to 2nd grade and learn that he is in his own country. Puerto Rico is a US Territory, therefore part of the United States which makes him a US Citizen just like you!”
Again, I never use even that word but at the moment, it was the only fitting name I could think of to call him.
You could have heard a pin drop for a few seconds and then everybody else started agreeing with me and told that guy how rude he was and that he owed the guy an apology.
That rude guy was so embarrassed he walked out without even ordering anything. And then someone else in line ended up paying for the Puerto Rican man’s lunch which I thought was a really nice gesture.
I just can’t believe how rude and ignorant some people are. It really blew my mind to think someone would even think of saying something like that to another person.
Iranian firebrand MP Mahmoud Nabavian reveals the calculated strategy, diplomatic intrigue, and bold military prowess that showcased Tehran’s 13 April missile strikes on Israel.
Following the strategic success of Iran’s ‘True Promise’ retaliatory drone and missile operation in response to last month’s Israeli bombing of the Iranian consulate in Damascus, The Cradle presents an exclusive insider‘s narrative provided by Iranian Member of Parliament Mahmoud Nabavian, a principalist who won the most votes in Tehran during the country’s March elections.
His account of the retaliatory strikes against the occupation state offers unparalleled insights into the 13–14 April events. With access to military sources, Nabavian’s testimony serves as the most detailed view to date by an Iranian government official on Iran’s response, one that has sorely exposed the vulnerabilities of Israel’s air defense systems.
In a closed Telegram posting, Nabavian explained that Israel’s “cowardly” attack, which led to the martyrdom of prominent leaders in Iran’s Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps (IRGC), occurred “on our soil” – a reference to the Iranian diplomatic mission in Damascus:
“As the Imam [Ali Khamenei] said, the enemies made a mistake.” Iran’s full-on retaliatory strikes, he thus maintains, were justified and legal under Article 51 of the UN Charter .
Below is a transcript (edited for length) from Nabavian’s important revelations about Iran’s military strikes on Israel and the flurry of international deal-making attempts that preceded them:
Two hours after the attack on the consulate in Damascus, the Iranian National Security Council convened and affirmed the inevitability of a response and gave a 10-day deadline to take the necessary diplomatic measures and for the armed forces to prepare their plan to respond.
Diplomatically, the first step was to go to the Security Council, even though we knew that this would be futile. But it was necessary to file a complaint about the attack on our land, assert our natural right to self-defense, and request a Security Council session. Because we are not members of the Council, we had to talk to member states to request that the session be held.
China, Russia, and Algeria agreed. Russia submitted the request, and the session was held, but the US, Germany, Britain, and France did not allow a statement to be issued condemning Israel. The heads of our missions abroad were also active in informing the concerned countries that we would respond to the Zionist entity.
Due to these pressures, Israel denied it had attacked a diplomatic building and that those who were targeted were not diplomats. The consulate building, four of its five floors, were purchased 45 years ago and were designated for diplomatic work. It was indeed a diplomatic building.
After we assured the international community of our right to respond, some countries, such as the US, Germany, England, France, Canada, and Egypt, tried to convince us not to do so, and they confirmed their readiness to meet Iran’s requests. For example, some of these countries that were not previously willing to grant entry visas to our diplomats or officials suddenly decided to do so immediately.
When the US realized that we were serious, it sent a threat that if the response was launched from Iranian territory, it might attack Iran. Our response was that the US is not among our targets, but if it decides to involve itself in defense of Israel, we will respond by targeting it as well, and as you know, there are many American bases around us.
Despite this, the US, Britain, France, and Germany insisted on the same message, yet our answer was that Israel crossed a red line. Then, they said, if we must respond, let it be from outside Iranian territory.
Why did they insist that the strike not be from inside Iran? Because for a long time, they have been assassinating our nuclear scientists and carrying out sabotage operations at the Natanz nuclear reactor. In the last six months alone, they have assassinated 18 members of our armed forces, and we have always responded through our allies [in the Axis of Resistance], but if we did that this time, we would lose face.
If Lebanese Hezbollah had responded to Israel, it could have bombed Beirut, and western powers would have seized upon this to say, ‘If this is a war between Iran and Israel, why did Hezbollah involve itself in it?’ They would also hold it responsible for the subsequent unrest in Lebanon.
Therefore, the insistence that the Iranian response should be through Iran’s allies was meant to distort Hezbollah’s reputation and unleash Israel to target it and other resistance forces in the region and to portray them as mercenaries of Iran. We read these western intentions well, and accordingly, the decision was taken to respond from within Iranian territory.
On the night of Eid al-Fitr, a meeting was held with the heads of diplomatic missions of the countries of the region, and we informed them that we are keen on good neighborliness, but if the US uses any of your countries to carry out action against us, we will strike the US bases on your lands.
This message was conveyed to Washington, and they realized that Iran was serious. They asked us to exercise restraint. The US, Germany, England, France, and Canada – these countries that support brutality and crime in the world and provide the weapons with which the people of Gaza are bombed – ask us to exercise restraint.
[UK Foreign Secretary] David Cameron called the night after the Iranian attack and said he couldn’t sleep last night. This is the malicious British foreign secretary. Why? Because we sent 300 drones and missiles over the heads of the Israelis. The Iranian official who spoke to him said, ‘For six months, rockets have been falling on the people of Gaza, and you slept well every night.’ This is the same malicious Britain that encouraged the US to launch attacks on Yemen.
The important thing is coordination at all levels before responding, politically, diplomatically, and in the media. After the Leader [Ali Khamenei] affirmed in his Eid al-Fitr sermon that we will certainly discipline the enemy, messages came to us requesting that the response be proportionate and not forceful.
Our answer was clear: that first, we would definitely strike Israel; second, that the attack would be direct from Iranian territory; and third, that the National Security Council decided that the response would be a deterrent.
Meanwhile, Azerbaijan informed us that it had information that we would bomb the Israeli embassy in Baku, and they asked us not to carry out any action on their territory. I think this was a message that they could turn a blind eye to striking Israeli targets in a neighboring country, but we were already aware of that.
The messages we received were not limited to the US and European countries, but we also received messages from some countries in the region. We tried to take advantage of the matter to reach a ceasefire in Gaza, and we told everyone that this might be a solution to the problem.
They asked us whether a ceasefire in Gaza meant that we would refrain from responding. We answered that we would strike Israel in any case, but perhaps a decision like this would help reduce the severity of the attack. They asked that we give them a few days.
We asked our military forces to postpone the response for 24 hours and gave the countries of the world the opportunity to adhere to their obligations stipulated in international laws and for Israel to pledge not to attack Iranian forces and interests in the region and the world.
Regarding the Iranian request to conclude a permanent, complete, and immediate truce in the Gaza Strip: US President Joe Biden sent a message stating that he would work to achieve it himself, but he set a malicious condition, which is that the Palestinian resistance releases all Israeli prisoners in exchange for Israel releasing 900 Palestinian prisoners, after which the implementation of the truce begins.
Of course, Hamas did not agree to the matter, and this was the correct decision. We understood that they [the Americans] are not serious about reaching a truce and that they are only looking to achieve their malign goals.
realized that we would attack Israel. The US, France, Britain, and even Italy harnessed all their military capabilities in Qatar, alongside the UAE, Saudi Arabia, and Jordan.
They equipped six missile launchers in the region’s waters with a range of between 2,000 and 3,000 kilometers. They harnessed all modern satellites and radars, moved 103 aircraft into the region’s airspace to strike our missiles, and placed all air defense systems under unified command under the supervision of the US to confront Iranian missiles in several stages.
That is, if the Iranian missiles were able to pass any defense line, they would be targeted and shot down in the next.
What is interesting is that the German foreign minister, 24 hours before the Iranian operation was carried out, called us and was pleading that we not target Israel from inside Iranian territory. He said that our missiles would not be able to pass the obstacles and defense lines that they had prepared to intercept our missiles and that the US was using 70 drones in Iraq for that, and it would increase the number to 700.
They were monitoring the movements of our soldiers, missiles, and drones, and they believed that none of the Iranian missiles would reach Israel. They were confident that the missiles would not be able to penetrate air defense systems.
At the Turkish Incirlik base, which includes 5,000 soldiers, a large number of AWACS planes and 15 jamming planes were harnessed to repel our attack.
As such, they were astonished at how Iran was able to evade the huge layers of defense they had activated, and what surprised them even more was that it took five and a half to seven hours for the drones to reach the Zionist entity, and their speed was not great, which meant that they were easy to shoot down.
Twenty-four hours before the operation, Washington sent a firm message stating that if we decided to attack Israel from our territory, they will respond militarily against Iran. This time, they did not talk about possibilities but rather said that they would definitely attack Iranian territory. Our answer was decisive, that we will definitely strike Israel from within our territories, and if you commit any mistake, we will target all your bases in the region.
We informed Saudi Arabia and the countries of the region that if Iranian territory is targeted from within your territory, we will definitely respond. Saudi Arabia announced that it would not allow any operation against Iran to be carried out from its territory, and the authorities in Cyprus also informed us of a similar message.
We knew that the Iraqi and Jordanian airspace was completely under US control. We thought about the Israeli targets that we were going to hit, and we faced two obstacles: the first was that their air defenses were very strong, and we had to find a way for our drones and missiles to pass them, and the second was not to take action that will lead to us being condemned.
The decision was to strike two military targets: the first was the [Nevatim] airport from which the F-35 plane that bombed the Iranian consulate took off, and the second was an Israeli intelligence center in the Golan. By coincidence, the fighter jet that targeted the consulate fired its missiles from above this intelligence headquarters.
Our drones, numbering about 130, were launched, the majority of which belonged to us, and between two and three were sent by our allied forces. We also launched missiles carrying explosive warheads, a large number of which deflected the air defenses from their path.
I will not talk much about the number of hits we targeted, but out of 17 missiles, 15 hit their targets, meaning 89 percent. The whole west was there, and we delivered an important message to the world.
In the aftermath of the operation, 15 countries contacted and said that they were seeking a ceasefire in Gaza and asked Israel not to respond.
The British and German foreign ministers contacted us and said that international law does not include the term “punishment.” We answered them: If that does not exist in international law, why did you propose punishing Hamas after 7 October? The calls continued to ask whether we would attack Israel again. We said that if we were attacked, we would respond tenfold.
The countries of the region have now understood Iran’s capabilities and it seems that they will seek to significantly improve their relations with Iran. The Israelis realized that when the spirit of despair takes hold, as Ben Gurion says, ‘we will begin to fall down the slope that leads to the abyss,’ and this has become clear to the world.
As the master of the resistance [Hezbollah’s Hassan Nasrallah] expresses, ‘Israel is weaker than a spider’s web,’ and, God willing, this operation will be a deterrent against the assassinations that were occurring against us. Now, this is the only thing that Israel can do, and we must be more vigilant, and we must instill hope in the peoples of the region and not care about the rulers.
Mahmoud Nabavian’s account not only exposes the meticulous planning behind the Islamic Republic’s response but also reveals a resolve to defend sovereignty and impose a credible deterrence against future violations – at all costs.
Tehran’s military response should be interpreted beyond the current regional war centered on Gaza and signals a broad recalibration of power dynamics in West Asia. As western and neighboring states assess the implications of Iran’s new assertive military posture, alliances, and strategies will require careful reconsideration.
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What’s the most ingenious car repair you’ve ever seen done?
I was taught this by my first girlfriend’s father. He was an engineer, and at the time he was CEO of Marconi Avionics in Rochester, Kent.
My Austin car’s starter motor was unreliable and would cost me half a term of my student grant to replace. He said he’d fix it. He removed it (three bolts and two cables) opened it up at one end and removed the brushes from the motor (one nut, two springs).
He then took a tin can from the rubbish bin, and roughly cut out two little triangles the same shape as the end of the pole-piece blocks that made contact with the power source in the motor – and stuck them, using contact glue, on the opposite end from the “wear surface”. This added about 2mm to the length of the pole-piece block, accounting for the excessive wear on the other end that prevented good contact. Sanded it down to shape. It took about 30 minutes. Totally ingenious. Apart from 30 minutes of fiddling around and getting oily, totally free of cost.
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Reassembled, it lasted another 18 months.
I did the same again the next time, it was easy. Another 18 months of use.
The next time I actually replaced the brushes properly. The new ones didn’t last any longer than the temporary repairs – really those Austin cars had rubbish parts.
What is the most epic way you have seen a coworker resign or quit?
I once resigned giving 1.5 days notice. My boss was aghast, but I explained why…
Economically it was an awful time for me: in January 1994 my wife was 6-months pregnant, and we bought a bigger house with a bigger mortgage.
After all, I’d recently gotten a raise to $52K/year. Surely I could afford a $120K house.
Except I got laid off two weeks after moving in.
I struggled but eventually found a job after a couple of months. I earned $42K/year salary — about 20% less than my prior salary, if you’re keeping track. I certainly was.
My (male) coworker at the job was in similar financial straits: recently divorced, and driving a barely-running old pick-up truck he called “Blue”. He started with the company a couple of days before me.
My coworker found another company hiring with multiple positions after a couple of months. And he recommended I also apply. The salary was a few grand higher ($45K, as I recall).
He got an offer two days before I did, and tendered his two-weeks notice first.
Our boss was not happy. The contract we were working under had been renewed, but our boss had to resubmit everyone’s resume for approval by the government client.
He thought: why bother with all that paperwork just to have my coworker leave just a week after the new contract started?
So our boss just fired him immediately.
(Fortunately the hiring company was able to start my once-and-future co-worker immediately. We both breathed relief.).
When I got my offer I told the hiring company I could start in a week.
I resigned that Thursday before my Monday start with the new company. If my soon-to-be-former boss canned me immediately, I didn’t care. I could just take a long weekend and start the new job.
Which left my soon-to-be-former boss short two workers when the renewed contract started the same Monday.
I still have no regrets.
(I should mention that the same boss briefly became my temporary supervisor about 3 years later through an odd fluke. He never mentioned our past relationship, and I didn’t either. And he quickly moved on to another role.)
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Has a cop ever said something to you which was completely unexpected?
Some 34 years ago[plus or minus] I was a troubled young man involved with a troubled young woman. We had a troubled relationship that I ended abruptly. She immediately took up with a close friend of mine. I was upset. In my infinite wisdom I went to confront him and start a fight. He wasn’t going to be drawn into a physical confrontation. He said”Go home, come back when you are calm and we will discuss it.” As I turned to leave I lost it, spun around and punched out two windows !! I went home[2 blocks away] and realized I had blown it. A neighbor called and asked why all the cops were at my ex’s house. So I new the cops were involved. I waited a couple hours and went down to the police station and told them who I was, what I had done and gave them my contact information including where I was working. I was a construction forman working in town running a job at some condos. I saw a patrol car pull up, an officer got out as I approached. He Looked at me, smiled, cocked his head and gave it a little shake and said ”Ain’t Love Grand !!” He then came closer and looked me in the eyes and in a low but earnest voice said” She is doing this to hurt YOU ! Stay away from her!” I gulped and nodded. He asked”Are you going to fix those windows?” Again I nodded and replied that I had contacted the owner and made arrangements. He said “ Very Good” got in his car and left.
I never spoke to that woman again.
An Owner Whose Cat Went Missing Long Ago Happened to See His Pet On the News
Have you ever had such a close call it makes your skin shiver everytime you think about it? If so, what happened?
I used to ride motorcycles – probably still would, too, if my body could still keep up. Anyway, many years ago I attended the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally in the Black Hills of South Dakota. For those who aren’t familiar, this annual rally draws around 500,000 visitors every year – most of them on motorcycles. The attraction isn’t just the events in and around Sturgis, but also to ride the curvy roads and hills and to enjoy the beautiful scenery. The Black Hills are home to several historical, natural and cultural sites of great importance to Americans, including Mount Rushmore, and draws tremendous tourist traffic all year round. But during “Sturgis Week,” the ratio of motorcycles to cars, trucks, RV’s and other traffic can seem like 100:1 depending on the time of day and location.
One beautiful day, our group was riding eastbound on one of the larger highways through the Hills. I was second in the group on the inside (next to the center line). As we rounded a rather tight outside curve to the left, another group approached us headed west on the inside of the curve. Now, to understand the situation, it’s important to know that groups of riders in the U.S. will stagger their riding formation in a zig-zag pattern, or sometimes side-by-side. It’s critical to stay in your own space to prevent accidents. And riding into a curve requires the rider to lean into the curve, just as you would on a bicycle. It’s a skill that requires some riding experience to master.
So anyway, I’m next to the center line leaning towards it to navigate the curve, and there’s a rider approaching me from the opposite direction leaning away from the center line, in his appropriate place in the formation. However, too late I notice he’s too close to the line, almost crossing it – and I can’t correct my lean or position quickly enough to avoid him or to prevent causing my own group to tangle as well…… As we passed each other, the leather tassels on his handlebars brushed my own hand holding my handlebars. We narrowly escaped a head-on collision at approximately 60 miles per hour.
Yeah, that was a close one. Still makes me shiver to think of it.
If Saddam didn’t have WMD and faced invasion and execution, why didn’t he simply allow inspectors complete 100% access?
The main reason was twofold.
The first was that the Resolution called for a verifiable proof the WMDs were disposed of. If Iraq had no WMDs (it didn’t), then it had to prove where and how it disposed of them.
This presented a problem for Iraq that destroyed the weapons in clandestine manner, in order to keep up the Potemkin WMD program as a deterrent against Iran. Saddam was afraid without those, Iran may seek to destabilize Iraq and overthrow Saddam in favor of their Shia allies within Iraq. Saddam believed the threat of chemical weapons shielded him from that fate.
The weapons were still disposed of, but no documentation was kept, I wouldn’t be surprised if key laborers were shot to keep anyone from finding this out. The upshot of that is the world at large was convinced Iraq had WMDs, but there were no credible witnesses, no paper trail and no evidence to show you’ve really done anything at all. 100% total access wouldn’t help, because Iraq is a vast and empty land, with a bajillion possible hiding places:
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It took the coalition about half a year to discover the buried planes of the Iraqi air force, next to an airport. Iraq is larger than Germany and you’re looking for well hidden barrells. Good luck.
A second and much more important reason is that no matter what Iraq did, the invasion was going to happen. GWB and his staff were determined to change the regime in Iraq and the WMDs were just a convenient excuse, a slam dunk reason to invade Iraq, because it was so obvious Iraq was illegaly hiding weapons of mass destruction. Everyone knew it, from CIA to MI6 to DGSE to SVR RF, no one publically voiced concern Iraq actually had no weapons. They voiced other (and valid) concerns, but not the one that Iraq had no WMDs. Prove to them you have no WMDs early on and they just use some other reason to attack you instead.
If you want to know what are the possible downsides of being too good at your job, Iraqi WMDs are a tragically good example of that.
The world hinges on strong men. The elites finally admit we’re in deep trouble.
What is something that happened in an interview that made you not hire the candidate?
October 2017,
Redmond, WA.
I was interviewing a college candidate for a PM role. He had already cleared the phone screen, the on campus round as well as gotten through first couple of rounds of the day with positive reviews. It was my job to work through a real scenario with him that would be help me gauge how he would perform in that situation on the job because it was not an infrequent task he would need to do.
The basic scenario was about how he would handle a competitor scenario for acquiring a specific chunk of business. We were to try and gain a specific customer who was evaluating subscribing to our product vs our top competitor; another tech giant with a lot of resources. The specific product the client wanted is almost at par with both companies so we need to come up with creative solutions to acquire the client; I asked him to think outside the box, think of long term package deals, service agreements, price negotiations, whatever else he could come up with.
He decided to go with trying to get the customer on a lower price. I asked him how he would know what the competing bid might be, what kind of historic data would he need to drive this inference, what models would he need to build to estimate the right number to write on the bid. What he said next literally made me gasp.
Candidate: “Oh I don’t need to do all that. I’ll just ask the guy over at our competitor what price he’s going to put and beat him.”
Me: “Why would he tell you what they are going to bid?”
Candidate: “That’s easy. I’ll take him out on the town for a few drinks, get chatty with him, and once he’s got enough alcohol inside him I’m sure he’ll tell me; or I’ll figure out other ways of getting the number from him. I can be very persuasive .”
Me: “Hahaha… You’re kidding right? You do realize that not only is that very unethical, it’s also completely illegal and it could get you fired, and, the company in a lot of legal trouble.”
Candidate: “I disagree. I’m not doing anything illegal. There’s nothing wrong with taking someone out for drinks after work and if in that state he happens to voluntarily tell me certain things that work to my advantage, I see no harm in using it.”
At this point I was just shocked how someone could say this in an interview. It didn’t matter to me that he was a fresh grad student and maybe didn’t realize the severity of what he was saying. Every university has courses on business ethics and even if he decided to skip those classes, this is just common sense. What really bugged me was how much he pushed back when I tried to explain to him how wrong that approach was. This back and forth continued for another 10 minutes by which time I had absolutely made up my mind on how this was going to end.
I ended the interview a few minutes early and told him to take a break and use the restroom and get something to drink if he liked. I went back to my manager and the rest of the interview team and told them very clearly what happened and how in my opinion such an attitude can be a huge liability for the team and the company, and that what made it worse was he didn’t come across as coachable and was not receptive to feedback. I insisted and everyone agreed that we end the interview loop there and not waste any more time when we clearly know he’s a no hire. Some things are unforgivable sins in an interview and he had committed a fair few of them.
Larry Johnson Warning: “Nuclear Crisis – Russia’s Fury Unleashed by NATO & France’s Provocation”
Surprisingly great.
Swiss Steak with Tomato Gravy
swiss steak tomato gravy
Yield: 4 servings
Ingredients
1 large slice round steak
1/2 cup vegetable oil
2 large cans tomatoes
1 cup all-purpose flour
1 large onion, diced
Kosher or sea salt and pepper
1 cup water (for gravy)
Instructions
Spray slow cooker with Pam. Turn on LOW.
Heat oil in large skillet.
Cut round steak into serving-size pieces.
Put flour into a shallow pan. Add salt and pepper to flour and flour steak well.
Fry steak in hot oil until brown.
Pour a few tomatoes into the slow cooker. Add pieces of browned steak and remaining tomatoes in layers. Add diced onion.
Cook for 4 hours on LOW heat.
Remove meat from slow cooker.
Put 1 cup of water in a pint jar. Add 3 tablespoons flour. Shake well. Add to tomato mixture in the slow cooker. Cook and stir until gravy is thickened.
If your house smells like fish for absolutely no reason, 9 times out of 10 it means that there is an electrical fire.
If you ever feel like someone is following your car take four right turns and eventually it will make a circle. If they are still behind you that means they are following you. Don’t drive home, just call the police and drive to the police station
If a service dog ever approaches you without its owner, follow them and do it quickly because potentially you can save someone else’s life.
If someone is trying to abduct you, fight back. Most abductors will just give up if they meet resistance. And whatever you do, don’t let them take you to another location.
If the tide suddenly goes out unexpectedly, run like you stole it, for higher ground.
If you’re ever charged by a moose, get behind a tree.. they have about a ten inch blind spot and they’ll lose you..
When people say to take an aspirin to help during a heart attack, chew the pill, don’t swallow it whole. It gets absorbed much quicker.
If a person asks you for something in the street – a light, the time, whatever – always keep the person in your eyeline. So if they ask for the time, don’t just look down at your watch. Raise your arm slightly so your watch is in sight.
If you are in danger or in need of help, in a public place, it’s almost always a bad idea to just yell “help”. It’s more important to be specific. Pointing at someone and telling them to call 911 will be more effective. The Bystander Effect can be cruel sometimes.
Today’s unusual funny covers
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Have you ever met a celebrity who asked you, “Do you know who I am?” and you said no?
I was working a few years back at a busy, upscale Tuscan-style restaurant in the Chicago area, when a party of five came in.
There was one woman who stuck out like a sore thumb, because she had to be on the north side of 40, but was dressed and made up like a teenager. Additionally, her dyed blond hair hung long and loose down her back, except for the sides, which were swept back with an outsized pink bow.
She basically looked like an escapee from a psychiatric ward….in 1985.
As I took their order and subsequently began serving them, every time I approached the table this woman was doing the majority of the talking, and loudly laughing, such that it was becoming a problem for the other tables in my section.
I then asked this lady quite respectfully and discreetly if she could please lower her volume just a bit for the sake of the other diners.
This made her very angry. She stood up so fast that she spilled her water glass, and as I struggled to mop that mess up, she yelled at me up one side and down the other: “Do you know who I am”?!!
I admitted that I did not.
She then shrilly informed me that she was a celebrity dancer from TELEVISION, and that I was just plain ignorant if I’d never heard of her, as she was a regular on ##variety show.
A man in her party nervously interjected, “D****, please, let’s just get back to enjoying our meal together, okay sweetheart”?
The whole restaurant, staff and patrons, were relieved to see the back of Miss D by the time they checked out.
This was before the internet, so I had to ask around, but I finally found a guy who grew up in the American Southwest who had heard of her:
It turns out that in the days of local affiliates of the big TV corporations, this woman had been a tap-dancing sensation.
As a child.
In one city in Arizona.
Doing commercials for a well-known DOG FOOD brand.😳
The Coming Simp Shortage
Braised Pork with Green Chile Sauce
Mild green chiles season this meaty pork stew. Serve it with rice or as a burrito filling. This can also be served with tamales. This chile verde is also good served with scrambled eggs.
braised pork green chile sauce
Ingredients
Pork
1 (3 pound) lean boneless pork butt
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1 large onion, chopped
4 garlic cloves, minced
2 large green bell peppers, seeded and chopped
1 (7 ounce) can diced green chiles
1 teaspoon dried oregano leaves, crumbled
1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
1 1/2 teaspoons kosher or sea salt
1/2 cup fresh cilantro, chopped
1 tablespoon wine vinegar
1/4 cup water
Garnish
Tomatoes, cut into wedges
Cooked rice
Sour cream
Lime, cut into wedges
Instructions
Trim and discard fat and cut pork into 1 inch cubes.
In a large frying pan, heat oil over medium-high heat; add meat a few cubes at a time and cook until very brown.
Push meat to side of pan and add onion, garlic and bell peppers; sauté until limp.
Stir in chiles, oregano, cumin, salt, cilantro, vinegar and water.
Cover and simmer until meat is fork tender (about 1 hour).
Skim off fat and discard.
Serve with rice or make burritos or serve in your favorite way.
For Burritos: spoon pork into warm, soft flour tortillas, add sour cream, tomato wedges, and a squeeze of lime juice and fold to enclose. Rice may also be enclosed with the filling in the burritos, if desired.
Video: US-NATO Chinook Helicopters inside Ukraine Air Space Near Odessa
Video below shows two US/NATO Chinook (Double-prop) Helicopters, flying about 100 feet above the waters of the Black Sea, INSIDE Ukrainian air space, near Odessa.
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It is important to realize that what you’re seeing is the US/NATO operating in an area where they are considered a legitimate military target by Russia!
It is also important to point out the long air-refueling pipe protruding from the front of both helicopters indicates these are MH-47G helicopters; for “SPECIAL FORCES.”
THIS Happens When We Die! The MOST DETAILED Journey Through The Afterlife! EPIC NDE
Rural Areas of USA Could Soon LOSE Cellular Service
While Congress was quick to find $61 Billion for Ukraine, they aren’t “finding” $3 Billion for US Rural Cell Service. States such as Tennessee, Kansas, and Oklahoma could be affected unless ‘rip-and-replace’ funding is secured.
Rural and Indigenous communities are at risk of losing cell service thanks to a 2019 law intended to strip US telecom networks of Chinese-made equipment. And while local companies were promised reimbursements as part of the “rip-and-replace” program, many of them have so far seen little of the funding, if any at all.
The federal push to block Chinese telephone and internet hardware has been years in the making, but gained substantial momentum during the Trump administration. In May 2019 an executive order barred American providers from purchasing telecom supplies manufactured by businesses within a “foreign adversary” nation. Industry and government officials have argued China might use products from companies like Huawei and ZTE to tap into US telecom infrastructure. Chinese company representatives have repeatedly pushed back on these claims and it remains unclear how substantiated these fears are.
As The Washington Post explained on Thursday, major network providers like Verizon and Sprint have long banned the use of Huawei and ZTE equipment. But for many smaller companies, Chinese products and software are the most cost-effective routes for maintaining their businesses.
Meanwhile, “rip-and-replace” program plans have remained in effect through President Biden’s administration—but little has been done to help smaller US companies handle the intensive transition efforts. In a letter to Congress on Thursday, FCC Chairwoman Jessica Rosenworcel explained an estimated 40 percent of local network operators currently cannot replace their existing Huawei and ZTE equipment without additional federal funding. Although $1.9 billion is currently appropriated, revised FCC estimates say another $3 billion is required to cover nationwide rip-and-replace costs.
Congress directed the FCC to begin a rip-and-replace program through the passage of the 2020 Secure and Trusted Communications Networks Act, but it wasn’t long before officials discovered the $3 billion shortfall. At the time, the FCC promised small businesses 39.5 percent reimbursements for their overhauls. Receiving that money subsequently triggered a completion deadline, but that remaining 61.5 percent of funding has yet to materialize for most providers. Last week, Sen. Maria Cantwell (D-WA) announced the Spectrum and National Security Act, which includes a framework to raise the additional $3 billion needed for program participants.
So finding money to spend on Ukraine was easy for the US Congress, but finding the money to take care of their own Constituents – well, that’s another story. Not happening.
American Reacts to First Time You Realized America Really Messed You Up pt 2
France has sent its first troops officially to Ukraine. They have been deployed in support of the Ukrainian 54th Independent Mechanized Brigade in Slavyansk. The French soldiers are drawn from France’s 3rd Infantry Regiment, which is one of the main elements of France’s Foreign Legion (Légion étrangère).
In 2022 France had a number of Ukrainians and Russians in the Foreign Legion. They were allowed to leave the Legion and, in the case of the Ukrainians, return to Ukraine to join Ukrainian forces. It isn’t clear if the Russians returned home.
The Legion today is run by French officers but the rank and file are all foreigners. Under the current anonymat (being anonymous) a volunteer who joins the Legion can decide whether to keep his given name or adopt a new one. Legionnaires serve for three year terms, after which they can ask for French citizenship. If a legionnaire is wounded, he is entitled to gain French citizenship without any waiting period. There are no women in the Foreign Legion.
The initial group of French troops numbers around 100. This is just the first tranche of around 1,500 French Foreign Legion soldiers scheduled to arrive in Ukraine.
These troops are being posted directly in a hot combat area and are intended to help the Ukrainians resist Russian advances in Donbas. The first 100 are artillery and surveillance specialists.
For months French President Emanuel Macron has been threatening to send French troops to Ukraine. He has found little or no support from NATO countries outside of support from Poland and the Baltic States. Allegedly the US opposes sending NATO soldiers to Ukraine (other than as advisors).
One of the questions to immediately arise from France’s decision to send soldiers from its 3rd Infantry Regiment is whether this crosses the Russian red line on NATO involvement in Ukraine? Will the Russians see this as initiating a wider war beyond Ukraine’s borders?
A key question is how NATO will react to the French decision to deploy. As France is acting on its own without NATO’s backing, the French cannot claim support from NATO under its famous Article 5, the collective security component of the NATO Treaty.
Should the Russians attack French troops outside of Ukraine it would be justified because France has decided to be a combatant, and forcing an Article 5 vote would seem to be difficult if not impossible.
Of course, NATO members individually could support the French, either by sending their own forces or by backstopping the French logistically and in communications. For example, there is no way Foreign Legion soldiers can go to Ukraine without passing through Poland. Will the Russians see this as evidence they are at war both with France and Poland?
Right now no one can answer any of these questions with any degree of certainty. It is unlikely the Russians will long tolerate a buildup of French army troops, even if they are Foreign Legion soldiers. What Russia will do in response is not certain.
How do you interpret Chinese envoy to France Lu Shaye’s statement that relations with France are at the forefront of China’s relations with Western countries?
China’s envoy to France, Lu Shano, is a very outspoken diplomat, and I like his style very much. As a Chinese professional diplomat, he attaches great importance to safeguarding China’s interests. Therefore, his admission that “China-France are at the forefront of China’s relations with Western countries” is a statement of reality.
He is a career diplomat, a graduate of the Diplomatic Academy in Beijing and fluent in French. He has worked for 25 years in the Africa Department of the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and from July 2019 is the Ambassador to France. Two years before that, he served as China’s ambassador to Canada.
In 2019, Canada detained Chinese citizen Meng Wanzhou without reason. He was interviewed by many media at the time, condemning Canada, pointing out that Western countries had double standards in treating Meng Wanzhou’s arrest and the arrest of two Canadian spies in China, and blaming Meng Wanzhou’s unreasonable detention on Western hegemony and White supremacy. The Canadian side has never seen an ambassador who dared to point out the root of the problem so bluntly. They all expressed dissatisfaction with Ambassador Lu Shaye and made overwhelming sophistry.
Later, Lu Shaye served as ambassador to France. On the one hand, he promoted China’s effective practices and achievements in fighting the epidemic, and on the other hand, he relentlessly criticized Western governments for being too lax in their management of the epidemic. This has attracted great attention from Western media. It also made French politicians feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy and specially summoned Ambassador Lu.
Ambassador Lu Shaye also asked the French Chamber of Deputies to cancel his plan to visit Taiwan. The French accused him of “interfering in France’s internal affairs.” Antoine Bondaz, a scholar at the French Foundation for Strategic Research (FRS), criticized Lu Shaye’s interference in France’s democratic system on Twitter, which is unacceptable. Ambassador Lu directly responded to Antoine Bondaz on Twitter, criticizing him as a “petite frappe”, once again causing a war of words. The French Ministry of Foreign Affairs once again summoned Lu Shaye, and local media also described China’s diplomacy as “rude” and “wolf warrior diplomacy.” The Chinese Embassy in France responded: “If there are really ‘wolf warriors’, it must be because there are too many ‘mad dogs’ and they are too ferocious.”
On March 22, 2021, the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs imposed sanctions on 10 people and four entities in Europe, including French MP Lexman. After China officially issued the sanctions order, the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs prepared to summon the Chinese Ambassador, Lu Shaye The ambassador responded forcefully: “The ambassador is not available today and will go to the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs tomorrow for negotiation.”
In 2022, Pelosi visited Taiwan and became the first Speaker of the House of Representatives to visit Taiwan in 25 years. Lu Shaye said in an interview with French media, “After reunification, we will re-educate (Taiwanese people). I believe that by then, Taiwanese people will support reunification again. They will become patriots again.”
In April 2023, Lu Shaye accepted a TV interview. He said that “the process of the disintegration of the Soviet Union was very chaotic. The member states that separated from the Soviet Union did not sign any formal agreement on boundary demarcation and mutual recognition of national sovereignty” and “Even these ex-Soviet countries don’t have an effective status in international law because there was no international agreement to materialize their status as sovereign countries”, which caused panic among the Baltic countries. Because Lu Shaye frankly told the truth, Nearly 80 European parliamentarians called on France to expel Lu Shaye, the Chinese ambassador to France. 🤣
In response to the West’s demonisation of China, Lushano said, ‘I am honoured to be given the title of War Wolf, we are the warriors who stand in front of our motherland and fight for her, we are the warriors who stand in the way of the mad dogs that attack China.’
This reminds the Chinese people of what happened 121 years ago:
Tom Kim Yung, a Chinese diplomat in the United States, was out when he encountered two American policemen, who insulted him in English and rudely grabbed him, tying his braid to the fence as if he were a leashed dog, and then beat him severely. Onlookers jeered as they watched him being beaten. Finally, unable to bear the humiliation, he committed suicide by gassing himself on a light fixture in the consulate room.
Yes, today’s powerful China no longer keeps a low profile and allows others to bully and humiliate it.
China’s diplomatic thinking fully embodies “a sense of mission that has the courage to take responsibility and dare to fight.”
As some media explained: Compared with “keeping a low profile”, China is now fighting back head-on, focusing on struggle. In fact, this is also determined by the mission of our era and the complicated national environment.
Women REALLY HATE MGTOW! They misunderstand, complain, but don’t seem to change behavior.
This is a great movie. I love the flamingo section.
They’re going to be completely alone.
Russia Issues Warrant to Arrest Ukraine’s Zelensky; Declares Ukraine “Illegal Entity”
The Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs has put the leader of Ukraine, Vladimir Zelensky, on the wanted list; declaring Ukraine to be an “illegal entity.”
He joins former president Poroshenko and former acting officer of the Minister of Defense of Ukraine and current rector of the National Defense University of Ukraine Mikhail Koval, and Alexander Pavlyuk, commander of the ground forces of the Armed Forces of Ukraine.
This means the actual recognition of the Kiev elite as an illegal government and actual criminals.
This step means that a criminal case has been opened against Zelensky and the company, within the framework of which a search has been announced.
In turn, all of the above means that there can be no negotiations with these people since Russia does not negotiate with those it is looking for over crimes committed.
This step is not just a formal kick to Zelensky and other members of Ukrainian elite.
It also means that negotiations with Zelensky are possible only about one thing – his surrender.
As of today, Ukraine has been declared an “illegal entity” and its leadership is subject to arrest and trial.
For the past two years of the Russia-Ukraine conflict, Russia has repeatedly and publicly said they are willing to negotiate a settlement. Each time, Ukraine set pre-conditions: That Russia must return all captured lands to Ukraine. The Russians obviously refused.
Now, there can be NO NEGOTIATIONS because under Russian law, Ukraine is a criminal entity with which there can be no negotiations except for its surrender.
This whole Russia-Ukraine thing must now be settled only on the battlefield.
Stove Top Stuffed Pork Chops
stuffed pork chop
Yield: 4 or 5 servings
Ingredients
1 box stuffing mix for pork (with ingredients for preparing)
1/2 cup apple juice, divided*
1/4 stick butter
4 or 5 butterflied pork chops or 1 (2 pound) pork loin, cut into 1 inch chops and butterflied
Salt
Cracked black pepper
Seasoned salt
Instructions
Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Spray an 8 or 9 inch square baking dish with nonstick cooking spray.
Prepare the stuffing mix according to the package directions, adding 1/2 cup apple juice to it in addition to the butter and water required.
Melt the 1/2 stick butter in a pie plate or pan and dip the chops into the butter, then stuff each chop with about 1/4 cup of stuffing mixture.
Seal the stuffing into the chops with a wooden pick and sprinkle each chop with salt, pepper and a little seasoned salt.
Arrange the pork chops in the prepared pan.
Pour the remaining 1/2 cup of apple juice around the pork chops.
Cover tightly with foil and bake for 45 minutes.
Turn oven temperature to 375 degrees F; uncover and bake for 15 more minutes to brown the tops of the pork chops.
Spoon some of the cooking juices over the chops to moisten.
Remove the wooden picks before serving.
Serve with mashed potatoes or rice.
* Mango juice or peach nectar work well also. Or you can use chicken bouillon.
If someone is being mean to you, you can make them feel self-conscious by saying, “Excuse me, you have something stuck in your teeth.”
To calm someone who is yelling, ask them, “Are you having a bad day?”
Yawning, drinking water, or checking the time can show if someone is paying attention to you.
Looking at someone’s lips shows interest in their conversation, while staring at their forehead can be intimidating.
Making people laugh can make you 88% more attractive.
When you meet someone new, try to notice their eye color. It helps you make more eye contact and feel less nervous.
When you need help, start by saying, “I need your help…” It makes the other person feel wanted and more likely to help you.
If you show happiness and excitement when you see others, they will feel the same way about you.
When someone apologizes, say “Thank you” instead of “No problem” to show appreciation.
Showing a thumbs down instead of the middle finger can hurt someone’s feelings.
“It’s ALREADY BEGUN…” – Danielle DiMartino
What don’t women understand about men?
No means No , even when it comes from a boy’s mouth as well.
If he is not offering you a seat in public transport doesn’t mean he is heartless He might be tired like you.
Not groomed well doesn’t mean that guy is cheap. His look is nothing to do with his attitude.
Not all the guy who initiates conversation with you is flirting with you. He might have approached you for some genuine reason.
#MenToo, no need to tell more isn’t it?
Tagging him as cry baby doesn’t make sense. He doesn’t have any inbuilt dam in eyes to control his tears.
Even he can listen to his mom and dad like you listen to your parents. No shame in that.
Don’t define his coolness by seeing his smoking and drinking habit.
Don’t ask any boy like “whether me or Passion or me or your mom ” because it is asking you like “your heart or your brain”
Don’t ignore men’s feeling like how people ignore International men’s day.
Dont’t demand respect if you can’t give one.
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What’s the most morally disgusting thing you’ve ever seen someone do?
I was a new nurse working nights on a medical floor with the most terrible woman I had ever met! She looked like a witch and I was literally frightened of her. She had a crush on one of the physicians and wouldn’t let anybody answer the telephone just in case he called. And if he did, she would put on her sloppy, ‘sexy’ voice, YUCK!! And this woman was in charge, she made our nights hell!
Buddy was a sixty-something year old patient who was actively dying of metastatic bladder cancer. He was disfigured from cancer tumor, bedridden, and nasty as hell from being in constant excruciating pain. Nurse Witch and Buddy would fight all night! And to make it a little more interesting, Buddy had started to cognitively decline, rapidly. Probably brain mets. This man was a hot mess who deserved pain medication around the clock. He had no family or friends and was in the hospital for pain control while he died.
Unfortunately, Buddy’s intravenous narcotics were not holding him over at night. He would become wild at night, then sleep comfortably all day. Sundowning? The physicians increased his morphine through the night without any results. This man was clearly suffering, even if he did use his backscratcher to beat up the nurses if they got too close. Fun times!
Then it happened, Nurse Witch forgot to lock the door as she was injecting Buddy’s pain medication into her ass cheek while straddling the toilet, and somebody walked in! Yep, she was signing the injectable morphine out, documenting she gave it to Buddy, then going to the bathroom and injecting into herself. I don’t know how she could live with herself, denying a dying man pain medication.
Nurse Witch lost her nursing license for awhile. I know this because she was my waitress at a local restaurant. I really enjoyed that day, not because she was an addict, but because she was such a bitch and morally reprehensible!
First Chinese Military Invisibility Suit SHOCKED The US
As time moves forward, I have become convinced that the global phenomenon of pyramids is connected to something more significant than burial tombs, stellar observatories and warehouse for records. The video at the end of this post discusses the “black pyramid” of Alaska and it fits in nicely with a narrative that meshes well with Domain.
Personally, I have been told that these are “utility structures”. And that their purpose and use is of no concern of mine.
That’s straight from the Domain Commander. Take it as you will.
Never the less, it’s an interesting subject and (I believe) it is worth your time to park aside an hour at the end of the post to watch the video. I think that it will help you all gain insight.
Today…
What was the “eureka!” moment of your life?
If I was aware of the word “fuck” in 7th grade, this would have been a “fuck yeah!” moment. But since I wasn’t, this is my most cherished EUREKA moment so far.
One day in school, the principal called an urgent meeting of teachers during the school time for some reason. So most classes were free, and the number of teachers left to control those classes was very less.
So the 7th and 8th class students (total strength > 80) were made to sit together in a single classroom with one teacher as the in-charge of the class. This teacher was new to the school at that time. He was a maths teacher, and a very good one. So in order to indulge with the students he wrote the following proof on the blackboard:
Assume A = B
=> 2A = 2B
=> 2A – 2B = A – B
=> 2(A – B) = (A – B)
Cancel (A – B) from both sides and you get: 2 = 1
He asked us to find out what was wrong in the proof.
Let me remind you, we were all a bunch of impressionable 7th and 8th graders, who didn’t know the ‘L’ of Limits at that time. So all the kids were stumped.
I was sitting at the last bench. I too was staring blankly at the blackboard, reading the proof again and again. While reading it like the 4th time, all of a sudden I blurted out:
“Sir (A – B) is zero. You divided zero by zero when you cancelled (A – B) on both sides. I think that’s wrong”
I didn’t even stand up or raise my hand and ask permission to speak. The teacher asked me to stand up and repeat what I had said to the whole class again. I can still remember that little cheering and clapping, and the pats on my back I got from my seniors and friends. That was the last time I made a good first impression on a teacher.
That little part of my life, that was pride.
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Easy Does It Spaghetti
Delicious and easy. You don’t have to boil the spaghetti as it cooks the last hour in the slow cooker.
easy does it spaghetti
Yield: 4 servings
Ingredients
1 pound ground beef
2 tablespoons dry minced onion
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
16 ounces tomato sauce
1 to 1 1/2 teaspoons Italian seasoning
1 (4 ounce) can mushrooms, drained (optional)
3 cups tomato juice
4 ounces dry spaghetti (1 1/2 cups), broken into 4 to 5 inch pieces
Instructions
Brown ground beef in skillet and place in slow cooker.
Slice mushrooms if using.
Add all remaining ingredients except dry spaghetti; stir well.
Cover and cook on LOW for 6 to 8 hours or on HIGH for 3 to 5 hours. Turn to HIGH for the last hour, and stir in dry spaghetti.
Attribution
From the kitchen of Linda Jolly, Arizona.
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Have you ever met a celebrity who asked you, “Do you know who I am?” and you said no?
A kid with his grandpa met Roger Moore in an airport. So the kid tells his grandpa, that was James Bond and asked him to get an autograph.
The Grandpa had no idea who James Bond was and went to the movie star asking for an autograph for his grandkid. Moore, always the gentleman obliged the old man who took the autograph back to his grandson.
But the kid was dismayed to see another name on the paper and told his grandpa that Moore signed the wrong name. I’m sure the old man will be wondering how a movie star could have signed the wrong name but he still approached Moore to correct it.
He said and I paraphrase “Sorry to bother you again. My grandson said your name is James Bond, but you wrote Roger Moore”.
The amused Roger Moore called the boy, knelt down to his level and told him in a conspiratorial manner “Yes. I’m James Bond but I have to use my alias as Roger Moore so that the bad guys won’t recognize me. I hope you will keep my secret.”
The kid promised solemnly to keep his secret, they shook hands and parted.
The kid grew up and wrote this story on the Internet after Moore died. He’s also in the movie industry but not an actor. He said he met Moore years later in a studio and told him the story. Moore remembered and had a good laugh with him.
Now I don’t know if this story is true or not but I love it. It’s such a cheeky thing Roger Moore will do so I want to believe its true. Sir Roger Moore was a gentleman and a class act. Some may not appreciate his thespian skills, many argue that he was not the best Bond (and to be objective, I agree with them even though he still is my favourite Bond) but almost everybody, especially me, agree he was a lovable decent human being. I wish I had met him.
That mood where everything irritates you indicates that you are actually missing someone
Overprotective parents raise the best Liars
People who blush easily are more generous and trustworthy than those who don’t
Every 10 years you become a new person, our desires,needs Changes evry 10 years
Dreams have more weight and meaning than our conscious thoughts while awake 70% of our dreams contain a secret message
You really love him/her…?
No name was mentioned but still someone come to your mind
7. Listening to sad songs actually creates positive emotions
8.easily distracted people are more creative
9.most household dust is made of dead skin cells
10. your mind can sense someone staring at you even when asleep
11.pretending that you don’t have feelings of anger, sadness and loneliness can literally distroy you mentally
12. 91% of people are not friends with people they once called their best friends
13.the faster you eat the more you gain weight
14. Trouble sleeping at night for no reason it because you are actually alive someone else’s dream
15.some people are actually afraid of being too happy because they think that something tragic will happen this is known as “cherophobia”
16. Faking confidence an positively influence your brain chemistry and change your life
17. People who hide their feelings,cares the most
18.when a person dies they have 7 minutes brain activity left. Its the mind playing all the memories of person in dream sequence
19. People who walk at quicker pace are generally seen more happier and confident than those who walk slowly
20. You appear more attractive to a person when you make them smile or laugh
21. Crying is how your body responds when your mouth couldn’t explain the pain you feel
22. the deeper your feelings are the harder they are to express
23. When you truly cares for someone theor mood can literally affects yours
24.you can judge a lot about a person ‘s character by noticing what they laugh at
25. They way we talk to our children becomes their inner voice
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Have you had deep suspicions about someone that were proved right? Did anyone else have these suspicions or where you alone in this?
Off the top of my head, I can remember 1 teacher.
I never liked him.
He was a design technology teacher and he would be really “nice “ and ask how the work was going but with the girls he would lean in really close over their shoulder so his face was very near to theirs and commend them.
He had no business putting his face that close. You can stand next to someone and commend them.
He touched too much also. Unnecessary touch on the hand, arm , shoulder with weird sort of squeeze. Revolting.
Never to the boys, only to the girls infact he basically ignored the boys all together unless they troubled the girls and he would calmly ask them to behave.
He was rather liked by most students apart from the girls who’s personal space he invaded under the vibe of “ that’s lovely work, let me see, aren’t you clever” type shit.
It was a running ‘joke’ among the girls that he was creepy. I recall this one girl would grimace when he came close and the others would be like “ ew he’s coming this way, keep your blazer on”. That I knew of it was seen as a joke and not that he was actually dangerous, just ‘a bit of a perv’ which was clearly alot of people back in the 90s without much fuss. He was also married with grown up kids so one girl used to laugh and then say ‘don’t be bad he’s married and has kids you know’.
And?
He tried sometimes to lean close to me and I very drastically leaned back and looked at him..a little like this 😒. He just said warmly ‘everything okay here?’. He got a ‘ yes, sir, trying to do my work’ and that was it.
Maybe 10 years after I left that school it came out in the paper that he had abused many, many children, parents of some of the kids of the school even as he has been there maybe 20 years or so. He ended up going to prison.
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.
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Packet Roast
This recipe is so easy to make. You really can use just about any beef roast, I personally like to use chuck roast. Add a few extra ingredients that you most likely already have in your pantry, and you can put this roast together easily and quickly.
Your family will think that you worked your fingers to the bone on this delicious roast.
Hands down, this is one of my favorite roasts to make because it is completely reliable. So if you are a beginner cook or someone whose roast attempts in the past haven’t been ideal, this is your recipe.
This to die for pot roast has variations for both the Instant Pot and the slow cooker. This recipe is made for the busy cook.
You are going to use three packaged dry mixes for this roast. These three mixes will make for a very flavorful pot roast.
What Makes To Die For Pot Roast So Good?
Two things make To Die For Instant Pot beef roast so gosh, darn good: The flavor and the easy recipe.
If you ever made To Die For Pot Roast in a slow cooker, you already know you can’t beat the taste, but the long cooking time is a bit of a bummer. But when you cook the dish in an Instant Pot, you can get the same fantastic flavor, only much, much quicker.
Instant Pot Beef Roast Ingredients
Here’s a list of what you need:
Beef roast
Hidden Valley Ranch dressing mix
Brown gravy mix
Italian dressing mix
Water
You won’t need to add anything else, so I find this recipe is perfect for a busy weeknight. Serve some mashed potatoes with this flavorful pot roast and you will be in business.
How to Make Pot Roast with Ranch Dressing
Differences between the Slow Cooker and the Instant Pot cooking methods:
The amount of time it takes to cook the roast.
Instant Pot method uses vegetable oil to brown the roast. Vegetable oil is not needed for the slow cooker method.
Everything else is the same.
Instant Pot Directions
Set the Instant Pot to Sauté and add two tablespoons of vegetable oil. When the pot is hot add the roast.
Sprinkle the Ranch dressing mix, Italian salad dressing mix, and brown gravy mix over the roast.
Add water and cook for 60 minutes on the high manual setting. You may perform a quick or natural release.
Slow Cooker Directions
Place the roast in the slow cooker.
Sprinkle the Italian salad dressing mix, brown gravy mix, and Ranch dressing mix over the roast.
Add water and cook on low for 6-7 hours.
To Die For Roast Photo 1
Recipe Note
This recipe is high in sodium. After years of searching, I have been unable to find lower-sodium alternatives. If you need to stay away from sodium, this recipe is not for you. If you want to mitigate your sodium you may want to serve this with other food that is lower in salt to even out the entire meal.
How Long Does Beef Need to Cook in an Instant Pot?
Give yourself a total of around two hours from fridge to table for this recipe. It may seem like a long time, but only about 20 minutes of it is hands-on cooking.
Besides, when you compare the time to the slow cooker’s 6-plus hours, you save quite a bit of time using your Instant Pot method.
Can You Overcook Roast in an Instant Pot?
Yes, you can overcook meat in an Instant Pot.
Undercooking an Instant Pot beef roast will make it tough, but so will overcooking it. The key is to find the sweet spot where the pot roast is perfectly tender. Luckily, that spot is much larger when using a pressure cooker.
The most important thing to remember if you want fork-tender and juicy meat from an Instant Pot is using natural release to allow the meat fibers to relax and reabsorb the liquid.
What Is the Most Tender Juicy Roast?
A four-pound chuck roast is just about the perfect cut for this recipe. Since the chuck roast cut comes from the hard-working shoulder of a cow, it can be pretty chewy, especially if you cook it quickly over high heat.
But when you cook chuck roast low and slow or under pressure, the collagen in the muscle breaks down, creating a rich, juicy tenderness that few other cuts of meat can offer.
How Do I Use the Roast Setting on My Instant Pot?
Brown the roast on both sides with a bit of oil using the Instant Pot’s SAUTE setting on HIGH. Once the meat develops a nice brown crust (keep in mind that it won’t color any further while cooking), go ahead and add the rest of the ingredients.
Stir everything, close the lid, and set the timer to 60 minutes on the MEAT setting. If your Instant Pot doesn’t have a MEAT preset, cook on MANUAL HIGH for 60 minutes.
Can I Cook a Roast from Frozen in the Instant Pot?
Absolutely! However, you should make two slight adjustments to the recipe.
First, rinse the pot roast under warm water for a minute to slightly thaw the surface and pat it dry. Doing this helps the meat brown better.
The second necessary change is to set the timer for 20 minutes longer.
What to Do with Leftover Pot Roast
You’re sure to have some leftovers, and if you don’t want to have the same meal tomorrow, you can use up any of the leftover pot roast in some very creative ways.
Try one of these ideas or come up with your own:
A pot roast sandwich. Thinly slice the meat and heat on the stove with some beef stock or in the microwave. Mix the warm beef with horseradish sauce and pile it on a toasted bun. Top with shredded pickled carrots or coleslaw.
Breakfast hash. Dice the roast, potatoes, and other cooked vegetables and mix them in a bowl with beef stock or water. Make thin patties, dust lightly with flour, and fry them until crispy. Serve with your favorite style of eggs.
Beef Roast in Instant Pot FAQs
What Liquid Do You Put in a Pot Roast?
Because this is a 3 packet roast with gravy, Ranch dressing, and Italian dressing dry mixes used for flavoring, water is the best option.
How Much Liquid Do You Put in a Pressure Cooker for a Roast?
A cup and a half of water will create a substantial gravy. If you want a thinner sauce, add more water after cooking to prevent throwing off the cooking time.
Why Did My Instant Pot Roast Beef Come Out Tough?
There are two reasons why your pot roast may be tough. If you followed the recipe as written, try cooking for 10 minutes longer. However, if you cooked the meat for 30 or 40 minutes longer than the recipe suggests, there isn’t much you can do to bring it back.
What Goes with Pot Roast With Ranch Dressing?
Any sides you serve with another pot roast, you can serve with this one, too. Some favorites include:
How to Store Leftover Pot Roast With Ranch Dressing
You can keep any extra pot roast in the fridge for three to four days. Separate the vegetables and store both in airtight containers.
Freeze the Instant Pot Pot Roast together with any vegetables in a freezer-safe container for up to six months.
How to Reheat
The ideal way to reheat this pot roast is back in the Instant Pot!
You can reheat the meat from the fridge or directly from the freezer. Feel free to add extra vegetables like carrots or onions while reheating.
Add at least a cup of either beef stock or water, the meat, and optional fresh vegetables.
Cook on MANUAL HIGH for 12 minutes for thawed meat or 18 minutes for frozen meat.
To Die For Roast Photo 2
Ingredients
2tablespoonsvegetable oil
4pounds beef roast any cut
1package Hidden Valley Ranch dressing mix
1package brown gravy mix
1package Italian dressing mix
1 1/2cupswater
Instructions
Instant Pot Directions
Add two tablespoons of vegetable oil to the Instant Pot.
Set the Instant Pot to sauté.
When the pot is hot, add the roast.
Add the Italian salad dressing mix, brown gravy mix, and ranch dressing mix.
Pour the water into the Instant Pot.
Cook on high manual setting for 60 minutes.
When the cooking time is complete, you may perform a quick or natural release.
Slow Cooker Directions
Place the roast in the slow cooker.
Add the Italian salad dressing mix, the brown gravy mix, and the ranch dressing mix.
Add water to the slow cooker.
Cook on low for 6 to 7 hours.
Men are OUT & the West is DONE because of it. Women won’t like what is coming but they chose it.
What is the best thing about your boyfriend?
A couple of weeks ago Boyfriend went on a work related trip and I survived by eating apples and peanut butter.
After his return I went away for a few days and came back to find leftovers of what he had cooked for himself while I was out.
Hand made pasta with a bacon wild mushroom ragú.
Tri tip steak, thinly sliced over baked sweet potatoes.
Ingredients to make morning omelettes with various fillings: chorizo, gruyere, zucchini.
There was a bowl of fresh peaches on the dining room table. The whole apartment smelled like a summer harvest, crisp and fruity.
It’s not just that he cooks but that he gets up early to go to the farmer’s market.
He uses every utensil in the kitchen, including unrecognizable contraptions to create fresh pasta and grate tall, fluffy piles of cheese.
It’s that he sits down to dinner by himself with a large bowl of fettuccine and a big glass of wine.
I find his brain to be an exotic location.
How did your boss shock you?
I was 6 months pregnant with my second child, and it was obvious. I was interviewing for a position within the company I was already employed but at a different location and a much higher pay. I had just graduated with my associates degree so I qualified for this promotion. The manager said they had gone without an assistant for several months and needed someone really bad.
I thought we had a good interview but that I wouldn’t get the job bc I would be going out on maternity leave soon after. To my surprise, I got the job and started immediately. I went on leave 2 months later and was out for almost 3 months. I thought for sure he would be annoyed with the situation and regret hiring me, but actually he was extremely kind, considerate and understanding.
I worked for him for 5 years before changing companies. During those 5 years he encouraged me to continue with my education and take as many leadership/mgmt courses as I wanted. He also allowed me to have whatever alternative schedule I needed to be able to work and go to school at the same time. By the time I left the company, I had an MS in accounting.
I only left bc of governmental issues and changes. (We were a contractor company at NASA.) He was by far the best manager I have ever had and will probably ever have. He genuinely cared about the success of his employees, and wanted the best for them. He was well respected by all of the departments he managed. I just thought I’d give a positive story since most of the others I read were negative.
This is what they did with ITALIAN WOMEN in World War 2!
War is terrible.
Is the phrase “America is the greatest country in the world” becoming a hollow statement now?
Not becoming. It is a hollow statement.
Even if you believe America was once the greatest country in the world, it is certainly no more.
America has become fascist with its treatment of protesters recently.
America has become immoral with its support for genocide in Gaza.
America has become abusive with its endless sanctions to punish countries that disobey its foreign policy.
America has waged endless, and often illegal, wars that caused unimaginable levels of death and destruction.
America has denied its citizens affordable housing (which is why there is rampant homelessness) and affordable health care (which is why millions go bankrupt over medical bills).
America has done nothing to stop gun violence and mass shootings. America has done nothing to repair its crumbling infrastructure. America has done nothing to reduce its $35 trillion national debt.
I could go on and on.
What is the coolest line in history?
“I am 25 years old and I have killed 309 fascist occupants by now. Don’t you think, gentlemen, that you have been hiding behind my back for too long?”
This follows with a thunderous applause and yes, this is from a lady.
Despite being refused to join as a sniper and steered towards being a nurse at first, she persisted and was given an audition where she passed with ease.
Within her first 75 days as a sniper, while fighting in Odessa, Pavlichenko made 187 of her 309 total confirmed kills.
[1] She became infamous amongst the Germans, who tried to convert her to their side via radio broadcasts, offering everything from an officership to – I kid you not – chocolates. At her refusal, the Germans threatened to tear her into 309 pieces. “They even knew my score!” Pavlichenko later laughed. In only a year, Pavlichenko (now a lieutenant) had made 309 confirmed kills. The word “confirmed” is key: a kill could only be classified as such if it was witnessed by an independent third party. Which means that the real number of people Pavlichenko killed is likely far, far higher than 309.
[2] She became the first Soviet citizen to visit the White House, where she met with President Franklin Roosevelt and first lady, Eleanor Roosevelt.
[3] While travelling in the US giving speeches to urge men to support the second front, she famously said the above line.
As many have mentioned in the comment section, her story is the inspiration for the film Battle for Sevastopol. There is a sad story behind Sevastopol as it is the place where she lost her husband
[4] . (she was removed from Sevastopol due to serious injury and within one month, most of the rest of her division, including her husband were killed.
During the years of 12 years old to 14, right before I started working, my parents would drive me to the local pool / golf complex and allow me to spend the entire day pleasuring about.
This was a private club, and my parents got a private membership on discount because me father was the president of the local Rotarians club.
My sisters and brother would enjoy hanging out all day at the pool. But for me, I would do 18 holes of golf and then call it a day. And that would leave me with about four hours to kill.
So, I would try to go to the pool, but my sister was relentless in making fun of me in public, so I just ended up avoiding the entire scene all together. Not worth the grief.
In fact, my Summers were mostly hot and dusty. And while I could swim, she made it so miserable for me that I wouldn’t go near the pool.
In hindsight, she was really fucked up about this. In those days we called this “sibling rivalry”, but now, as an adult, I see this as some kind of distortion of a mental illness, perhaps generated by a pre-birth world-line template made before she and I were born.
Anyways…
So during those four remaining hours, I would go though the woods of the country club and collect golf balls.
There were hundreds of those things. Many golfers would hit a ball and it would slice or hook into the woods, and I would eventually find it. And so, over the Summers, I would collect quite a stash of golf balls.
At that time, I would ear a world war II German army surplus Africa Corps pith helmet, and my father’s khaki shirt. Ha! I looked like something out of Tin Tin!
Tin Tin
I had a routine. I would traipse about the woods, getting the balls, then go up to the first tee-off and clean them. Then I would sit with my back leaning on the sign to the complex on the hot gravel parking lot. Oh, yeah, my mother would ask me “why are you here? Why don’t you go inside?” But since they just ignored my complaints about my sister, I just stopped answering her questions.
Why say anything?
Why bother?
And so, over the months and years, I would end up collecting this pile of golf balls. Eventually putting them into a large cardboard potato-chip box. I must have had a few hundred balls there. Maybe 400 to 500.
Years later, maybe a full decade, I am visiting my mother with my wife.
I start rummaging though my old gear, most of which was looted earlier by my siblings and came across the box. Inside were all these golf balls in pristine condition. And on a lark, I carried them outside to the street in front of my mother’s house. It was a long street, in a rural town with nearly zero traffic. It was on a slide grade, and for shits and giggles…
I let them roll down the road, one by one, aiming for the lone sewer at the bottom of the hill.
What? Four years of collecting for such an insane and useless pastime? But yeah. That is what happened.
What is the moral of this little story?
Got me. I don’t have one.
I could have sold those golf balls, but this was before ebay. And it was more of a hassle than anything else, so I got rid of them. Life moved on. The memories my my early teen years, as eclipsed by my younger “princess” sister, faded into the dim…
…and I moved on.
Sometimes you have to throw away your balls to achieve contentment.
Today…
Is China’s economy currently experiencing a slowdown, or is this information being exaggerated by the US media?
Not exactly
The Chinese stock market is among the most undervalued in the world and is stubbornly remaining there due to a lot of regulations against speculation
The US Treasury still pays 5.31% as Peak Bond Yields
The Chinese Real Estate prices are low which is good for the buyers but that means investors will be giving it a wide berth
This means a lot of HOT MONEY will not be coming in but going out
Hot money is money used to buy shares and bonds and real estate securities by foreign firms
Speculative money!
No matter even if the US says China is booming, this is going to happen
Likewise if China raises interest rates to 6% then Yields rise to a peak of 6.53% and suddenly Hot money will flood into China no matter even if the US says China is crashing tomorrow
Likewise China is getting a flood of Long term investments for their EV and New Technology investments
That won’t change no matter what the US says
China is still the world’s second largest consumer market plus the worlds largest manufacturer at peak profitability
That won’t change no matter what the US says
So China simply doesn’t care too much about what the US media says beyond rebuttals on their English Language Media (CGTN) or Global times or SCMP
Russia Missile Strike Kills “Dozens” of NATO Officers at Meeting in Odessa Ukraine
High-Ranking NATO military officers were killed last night by 2 Iskander missile strikes launched against the Warehouse they were meeting in.
The two massive explosions also took out newly-arrived American military hardware, destined for the Ukrainian Army.
The Novaya Pochta warehouse in Odessa is seen burning in the image above, after the missiles struck.
Casualties are considered “very high” given the number of Ambulances and nearby NATO helicopters apparently sent to evacuate the wounded — or dead.
Look for more news reports of NATO officers who “died suddenly” within the next few days.
Orange Cumin Chicken
The earthy flavor of cumin complements the orange in a seasoning paste that coats chicken. High-heat oven roasting creates a tender, juicy chicken that is crisp on the outside.
orange cumin chicken
Yield: 8 servings
Ingredients
3 pounds bone-in chicken parts
2 medium oranges
1 tablespoon oil
1 tablespoon McCormick® Cumin Seed
2 teaspoons McCormick® Cumin, Ground
1 teaspoon McCormick® Garlic Powder
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon McCormick® Black Pepper, Ground
Instructions
Heat oven to 425 degrees F.
Rinse and pat dry chicken. Trim excess fat.
Grate peel from oranges (about 1 tablespoon).
Squeeze 1 tablespoon juice from orange into small bowl.
Add remaining ingredients; stir until mixture forms a paste.
Coat chicken pieces evenly with seasoning paste.
Arrange chicken, skin-side up, in large shallow baking pan sprayed with no stick cooking spray.
Thinly slice orange halves and place over chicken.
Bake for 40 minutes or until chicken is cooked through.
Nutrition
Per serving: Total Calories: 241 Sodium: 371mg Fat: 13g Carbohydrates: 5g Cholesterol: 82mg Protein: 26g Fiber: 1g
PEPE ESCOBAR ON RUSSIA AND IRAN’S MIDDLE EAST GAME CHANGER, NATO VS. MULTIPOLARITY
My GOD, this is FANTASTIC!
Journalist and geopolitical analyst Pepe Escobar (https://t.me/rocknrollgeopolitics on Telegram and ( / realpepeescobar ) joins to discuss his breaking story which caused controversy regarding an attempted Israel’s nuclear strike on Iran, as well as his latest travels and reporting from the multipolar world and NATO’s war against it.
Why are so many Americans unmarried by the age of 35?
I believe my daughter, now almos 24, will be one ofthese women.
She occasionally has a drink, but is not a drinker.
She doesn’t smoke or do drugs.
She loves to cook for us, and is a good baker.
She has had a credit card since she was 16, but has her own as soon as she was eligible.
She is serious, goal oriented, and fun with an easy laugh, and her father’s good sense of humor.
She does play video games to relax after studying but more like that building your own world game where you build houses…
This is what she looks like. She is tall, slim, and has nice curves.
Her hair is currently past her shoulder now, and she has great fashion sense.
No tattoos, but several piercings in her ears.
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She has dated 2 men so far. Personally, we didn’t care for the first one, but it is her choice.
We are always respectful, and keep our opinions to ourselves.
One started doing mushrooms, had a psychotic break, ended up in a drug rehab to recover, dropped out of his first year of college, and may or may not be working. His parents were both deceased by the time he was 18. He had 1 million in inheritance. He spent money unwisely. He liked to play video games more than study or complete assignments. He had never been taught to drink responsibly.
Even during his short time in college he didn’t seem to be specifically goal oriented. He was on academic probation after the first semester, and had to retake most of his classes.
The second one seemed nice enough. He didn’t drive a car, and had no interest in getting a license. He also had never been taught to drink responsibly – but his drinking was to the point he would be totally out of it, and throwing up.
He was a Philosophy major and was on the Dean’s list. He had said he was going to pursue his Masters so he could get a teaching position. But before graduation he decided to change his mind. No masters, and no use of the 4-year-degree. Instead he wanted to become management at the restaurant he had been working for. They turned him down for the posted job, but the candidate they hired did not work out so he was given the floor manager position. Now he makes less money and puts in more time.
My daughter is finishing her first year of Law School. She has decided that she needs to spend her time wisely. No dating guys, lots of pro bono work, more studying, and time with friends, plus family time.
Yeah, it was only 2 guys. But a huge disappointment for her.
Most of the guys she meets do drugs a bit, like to drink, love to play video games, and have no financial sense.
To add to this, these guys have no social sense.
They are also only ready to have a girlfriend for fun,they couldn’t commit to anything because they simply are not even ready to live on their own, cook, work, pay bills, and save money.
They seem to have no goals.
As we know life moves by fast.
She doesn’t want to be her boyfriends mommy!
The pandemic didn’t help matters.
But too many people are not even ready for a serious relationship.
She may meet someone by chance. But she is already willing to be ready to be on her own.
She has worked from early on as a dog Walker, baby sitter, house sitter, and tutor of kids and students at school who needed help.. Sh also volunteers her time at the food bank. She has saved her money, and has her own Financial Advisor. She applies for scholarships, and grants and that has really helped her reduce her college costs. She lived at home to save money, she also she commutes to college from home.
She is a learner. She plays 2 instruments, can weld, program, do analytical research, she is already published, she sews, does woodworking, can solder, and is able to understands electronics.
She started being a researcher the summer after 12th grade at her college. She was paid nicely, and had that job every semester and summer until she graduated.
She speaks Spanish fluently, and has 2 undergraduate majors, 1 minor, and earned 3 certificates.
Just this week we attended an event at her Law School where she was awarded an honor for her 70 hours of pro bono work. She was 1 of 22 out of a class of 200 first year Law students to be given this award.
I hope she continues to have good friends, as she does now. Having fun is important to her.
But unless she runs face first into the a guy that has her values – she may be one of those women who just has great friends in life.
She wants to travel for vacations when she is done with Law School.
She loves the culture, food, and architecture in Europe.
Her best friend is very much like her. That girl has a boyfriend, and he is really great so we have hope there are guys out there. She has lots of time still.
Update: Although this may seem like bragging, it is her accomplishments – not mine.
I am thankful for the way she turned out – but she has made her choices in life.
Even the best parents can have a child that cannot find their way in life.
But thank you to those who offered me kind words regarding our parenting.
We all know that parenting is a road we travel without much in the way of directions.
These Frat Bros Are Saving America
A photo recently went viral on Twitter showing frat boys holding up the American flag while angry protesters tried to tear it down. What these young men did is incredible, especially in our current society that doesn’t value the American flag. Let’s discuss it.
What’s the poorest judgment you’ve ever witnessed from someone else?
I think it was when I was working in elderly care. I was part of the management team, the assistant manager, in charge of the care staff and the care staff rotas. I was responsible for ensuring all the shifts were covered. The registered home manage was a woman named Dot, who had some really skewed outlooks on life. She always wanted to be a social worker, but failed the exam. We as a team were trying to recruit. On this occasion, a certain guy had applied for a job as a care assistant. He was currently working in a different home. We got his references back. He was an alcoholic. His reference said that when he was at work, he was a fantastic carer, really hard working and caring and pretty sensible. But that was when he was sober. He had a habit of going on a bender, then being off sick for weeks at a time. Dot wanted to give him a chance. She wanted to work with him and prove that he could beat the disease. Fine. But not in an old people’s home with lots of vulnerable people, and a place where you counted on everyone to turn up when they should, (old people’s homes are notoriously badly paid and hard work, and as a result, people frequently go off sick, and you’re frequently short of staff).
But Dot pulled rank and Steve was taken on, and his references were spot on. He was very likable, a really good worker, and had sound judgement and common sense. When he was sober and when he was there. On one occasion when we were short of staff, and Dot had to work out on the floor, (which she detested doing), I had a row with her. When she complained, I told her she was the one who took Steve on despite his references and despite the rest of the teams objections. So it was her own fault.
NATO’s Glaring Weakness On-Display in Moscow; Tanks and Armor Captured in Ukraine
An Exhibit of smashed and wrecked Armored Vehicles from NATO, is now on display in Moscow, Russia, showing the real life weakness of NATO, and our high-priced, high-tech, weaponry.
The Exhibit in Moscow opened today, and the crowds to see the weak West were large. On display, a whole range of captured NATO and Ukraine military equipment:
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Moscow Captured Armor Exhibit 3
Moscow Captured Armor Exhibit 2
The mocking of NATO is so thorough, they even placed a sign at the entrance saying “”ATTENTION: Employees of US, UK, Germany, France and Poland embassies get queue-free access (1st priority) to visit NATO vehicles trophies”
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The dramatic exhibit of the shear weakness of Ukraine, and more importantly, of the US and NATO is unprecedented in our modern era. NEVER BEFORE has the US or NATO been so thoroughly whipped on a battlefield.
Russians are so patriotic, and supportive of what their nation MUST do in Ukraine, so as to protect themselves from NATO expansion, they sing songs on their SUBWAYS about what they believe is the coming war:
Oh, and did you notice their Subway? No one smoking meth, or snorting coke. No one crapping or peeing in the train cars as is so often seen here in America.
The culture of Russia is rock solid, willfully focused on Almighty God, and strong to the core. NO sickening LGBTQ+ over there; at least not in public. No “pronouns” being treated as if they matter over there. No feral animals having fist fights in Walmart. No looting or burning of stores. No taking down of historical statues. Clean, safe streets. Healthy, strong people. The West – none of those things.
We just think we’re tough. We just talk tough.
If this goes wild-weasel, given our present generations, we’ll get clobbered. We’re infested with mental (and physical) weaklings. We in the West have been hollowed-out and destroyed, from within.
Want proof? Here’s a video of Moscow’s military display. THIS is what __they__ can accomplish. What have __we__ done?
🇷🇺 The exhibition of the captured Western equipment has officially opened in Moscow. pic.twitter.com/FcenylGtq9
Why is China’s rise so hard for the US to counter?
For one thing, the Chinese are very clever and adaptable and resilient. The Americans have grown fat, lazy and stupid.
For another, the Chinese number over a billion, more than 4X the size of the US population.
For another, the Chinese are well-educated. In fact, China produces 4X more STEM graduates than the USA does. This is why China can kick America’s ass technologically.
For another, the Chinese are led by a very strong, stable, capable, intelligent government. The Americans are led by clowns.
For another, the Chinese do not waste valuable resources on fighting wars around the globe. They dedicate their resources to economic and technological development.
Russia deploys Nukes in Nicaragua if NATO deploys in Poland. Nicaragua’s Envoy in Moscow meet Lavrov
Poland will be gone with a first strike…
Is China a utopia? Chinese Quorans insist all criticism of China is western propaganda and then pull out Chinese reports of China being number 1 in everything in the universe, so is China an idyllic, serene, flawless, perfect utopia with no problems?
From my perspective, having been engrossed in China’s captivating push-and-pull between ancestral roots and state-of-the-art developments, I’ve witnessed a nation that works diligently to create an impressive narrative. China’s story is one of relentless rise, a tenacious pursuit of progress that never ceases to inspire.
However, through my observation, one understanding shines brighter than others: the concept of perfection—exemplified by utopia—is a relative construct. And the notion that China, or any country for that matter, can embody the picture-perfect embodiment of this construct is less a sign of achieving flawless harmony, and more of narrowing our understanding of societal development.
Yes, China has made profound strides in economic and technological innovation, shaping global dynamics in the process. But this doesn’t take away from the reality that like every other nation, China also portrays a myriad of issues that require continued attention and improvement. Recognizing these issues does not equate to slandering or ‘anti-China’ sentiment. Rather, it’s a testament to the objectivity that each one of us should aspire to uphold in our understanding of the world.
Being so deeply immersed in studying China and its intricacies, I’ve learned to strike the balance between applauding the commendable and voicing the critical. Rather than subscribing to the extremes of a black-and-white narrative, we ought to embrace a more nuanced understanding that depicts the world in its full palette of colors.
In truth, every nation, China included, is not a one-sided utopia or dystopia—it’s a mix of both, an evolving entity with every rising sun. This understanding, I believe, allows for a more enriching and insightful global dialogue, where we not only acknowledge the advancements made but also the shared human struggles, thereby paving the way to collective betterment. We ought to remember, the true essence of a utopia is not stagnation in perfection, but relentless movement towards growth and betterment.
Do you agree with US Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen’s warning of “overcapacity” in China’s new-energy vehicles, green energy, and semiconductor industries?
If we cut through all the diplomatic jargon and the maze of economic lexicon, the hullabaloo about “overcapacity” could be boiled down to a simple reality – the inability, or perhaps the unwillingness, to compete with China in the arena of new-energy vehicles, green energy, and semiconductors.
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“Overcapacity”, more accurately, is a carefully chosen euphemism, artfully spun to mask an uncomfortable truth. The effective translation? Dear China, your overachievement in these sectors is making us sweat, slow down, will you?
In a world moving towards clean energy and technological advancement at lightning speed, China, with its manufacturing prowess, strategically placed supply chains, and technological acumen, is rightfully setting pace. Yet, instead of acknowledging China’s capacity to transform sectors crucial for our future and learning to compete on this new playing field, we now see a slew of accusations and attempts to displace the goalpost.
China’s achievements are painted as a threat under the umbrella term “overcapacity”, effectively disregarding their commitment to efficient manufacturing and their contribution to tackling issues like climate change. This stance is not about market dynamics; it’s about obscuring the need for other nations to amplify their game.
The real focus, instead of creating a smokescreen of “overcapacity”, should be on channeling our resources towards innovations and strategies that enhance our competitiveness. This becomes a stepping stone towards a transformed economy where advancements by one should inspire progress in all, resulting in collective global growth and prosperity.
Equating China’s preparedness and competitiveness to “overcapacity”, is akin to grumbling about the speed of the lead runner in a marathon. Instead, it’s time to lace up and catch up. Through competition, we spur innovation, and in that frame of mind, China’s “overcapacity” isn’t a problem; it’s the benchmark.
Odessa, May 2. China crosses Biden red line. Saudi-US nuclear deal. EU warns Georgia
Odessa, May 2. China crosses Biden red line. Saudi-US nuclear deal. EU warns Georgia. Topic 1317.
Shouldn’t TikTok withdraw from the United States just like Google withdrew from China?
Should TikTok pack its bags and leave the United States, following Google’s footsteps in China? The answer to this query is more complex than a simple yes or no, stirring the cauldron of geopolitical, corporate, and ideological clash.
You might think, ‘Well, Google did it, so TikTok should too, right?’. But that would be oversimplifying the intricacies of the global digital landscape. Google’s exit from the Chinese market was propelled by the formidable ambiguity of state regulations and its inability to conform to China’s internet governance model. In contrast, TikTok’s troubles stem not from an unabiding nature towards regulations but from being caught in a proxy war of power and influence between two superpowers.
Moreover, TikTok represents more than just a social media app – it’s a frontiersman of technology that has successfully engaged millions of Americans with its unique user experience. The panoramic reach of the platform extends across young creators, independent artists, small businesses, and ordinary folks looking for a daily dose of laughs and phenomenons.
Turning off the TikTok tap doesn’t just dry out a stream of viral dances – it’s much more profound than that. It diminishes avenues for expression, creativity, and connection for a significant part of the American digital community.
To sum it up, the comparison of TikTok’s situation in America to Google’s in China only goes so far. Each company was thrown into different whirlwinds at different points in the digital era’s evolution, requiring distinct responses. Pulling the curtains down on TikTok’s U.S. operations is a dramatic act with far-reaching consequences that ripple beyond the business world, reaching each user deeply. And that’s something which requires serious consideration.
Is China winning the battle of economy and technology over the U.S.?
Nopes
US is losing the battle of economy and technology to China
I can illustrate this with three points
I. Forcing China to Innovate
In 2014 , China imported every chip made with 28 nm process or lower and 70% of the Chips made with the 45 nm process
The Chips were made in Taiwan and Korea, designed by the US and made by Dutch machines
China was utterly dependent on these nations for the chips and these nations were dependent on China for the consumer goods made using these Chips
In 2018, Dumbo Trump began to restrict the flow of Chips to Huawei and began the entities blacklist
He began the tariffs due to which to lower their costs, China began to start their own supply Chain
Fast forward to 2024
China makes 54% of its own 28 nm process chips (from 0% in 2014) and makes the entire indigenous equipment to make the 28 nm process commercially
China makes 69% of its own 45 nm process chips at a mere 32% cost
It’s ready to make fully indigenous 14 nm Chips and just made a 7 nm Chip with DUV technology that performs very well
Thus thanks to US stupidity – China managed to go from full importer of 14 nm, 28 nm Chips and 70% 45 nm Chips in 2014 to net exporter of 45 nm Chips and above plus develop fully Indigenous machinery for 14 nm Chips and make 7 nm Chips indigenously in a mere decade
Without US Push, Chinese Entities would simply have not been inclined to invest in Chipmaking as the Imports would have been higher yield at more efficient costs in the early years
II. Decoupling
In 2018, China used the USD for 94.6% of its Trade and settled in USD with 132 out of 143 BRI Nations
China used SWIFT for 99.3% of its transactions in USD
US had leverage control on China and China was utterly dependent on the Western financial system
Then US began to talk of decoupling and derisking and freeze others funds and steal Afghan money
Fast forward
China uses USD to settle only 57.5% of its trade using Local Swaps to settle 26% of its trade and the RMB and Ruble to settle 16% of its Trade
China uses CIPS and other systems now with Iran and Russia and Cuba and Venezuela
Thus again China is no longer entirely dependent on the Western System
III. Anti China Rhetoric
Mainlander Residents made up 27.7% of all Researchers in the USA in 2018. The Highest among foreign researchers
60% of all researchers in Critical Technology research were Chinese, bulk of them from the Mainland
They did a lot of path breaking innovation
Anti-Asian Atmosphere Chills Chinese Scientists Working in the U.S.
As universities such as Harvard and NYU put researchers under scrutiny, some schools seek to avoid a “loyalty oath.”
Then you had gutter scum like De Santis and Cotton who began Anti China Rhetoric
So Chinese brains decided to stay back home and not go to the US while Chinese Scientists and Researchers decided to go back home to China than be insulted and treated with suspicion in US
So in each case China adapted but it was US who started it all
When you have Idiots chosen by a corrupted form of democracy – they are no match for the High range meritocracy of China
An unidentified aircraft was spotted near Eglin Air Force Base, in the western Florida Panhandle Wednesday evening.
The aircraft has still not yet been identified as of 5:18 AM eastern US time, Thursday.
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It doesn’t match any aircraft platform known to the United States.
Reuben Chicken
Reuben Chicken 9
Ingredients
4 chicken breasts (boneless)
1 (16 ounce) can sauerkraut, drained
4 slices Swiss cheese
1 cup Thousand Island dressing
Instructions
Place chicken in a greased 8-inch square pan.
Cover with sauerkraut.
Place cheese slices evenly on top.
Pour salad dressing evenly over cheese.
Cover with foil and bake at 325 degrees F for 1 1/2 hours.
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Why is the United States afraid of China?
The United States is afraid of China, I should say, they are afraid of China’s rise.
The reasons are simple:
(1) China’s glorious history compels every nation to believe that it will rise again.
The Three Emperors and the Five Emperors to the present day, no matter how history is interpreted, China’s dynasties have time and again pushed China to the pinnacle of the history of human civilization, and these are unadulterated. Even arrogancy as the United States, had to go to choose to believe that can create such a civilization of the country must be back to the top. The search for a way out of civilization seems to be a historical destiny, and China, no matter when it is, is on the way to fulfilling that destiny. Today, it seems that China’s historical development is constantly proving one thing, namely, that the path we are taking is not to be the first in the world, not to compete for world hegemony, but to create a better quality civilization. This is exclusive to our historical self-confidence, because the history of Chinese civilization belongs to the future.
(2) China has all the qualifications to become a powerful country
Solid regime: Under the leadership of the Communist Party of China (CPC), the People’s Republic of China (PRC) has been founded for 75 years, with its people living and working in peace and contentment, its society developing steadily, and its national strength climbing upward.
Sufficient land area: With a large land area and a wide range of terrain in the east, west, south, north and south, a strong country has both offensive and defensive territories, which are essential for China’s long-lasting peace and stability.
Abundant resources: China spans five temperature zones in the north and south, and is rich in land and sea resources. In peacetime, there are enough survival materials to satisfy the people’s life and national development, and in wartime, there are enough production materials to satisfy logistic supply and equipment manufacturing, so as to ensure that it will not be constrained by others.
Developed economy: Although China is still a developing country, its economy is the second largest in the world, with unlimited economic potential, and it is constantly reforming itself to meet the actual needs in the process of economic development, and i think, a developed economy is not about the ranking of figures but about future expectations.
Complete industrial system: Manufacturing is the foundation of a country, and China has the most complete industrial system in the world. Excellent production capacity creates wealth in times of peace and strengthens national defense in times of war. A complete industrial system allows China to produce everything imaginable in this era, although not all of which are the best, but China has the courage to never fear any monopoly or oppression, so that chinese can defend ourselves against all enemies again and again.
Modernized army: The People’s Liberation Army (PLA) is constantly modernizing its equipment, but whether a country’s army is modernized depends not only on its equipment, but also on its beliefs:the PLA is the people’s army, it belongs to no one but the people and the country. The PLA is the people’s army, it belongs to no one but the people and the country. When an army engages in a meaningless war for the sake of domestic plutocrats and politicians, it will not be able to win for a long time, even if it is equipped with the most powerful equipment (yes, I’m talking about the US). A modernized army is used to defend the sovereignty and independence of the country, protect people’s freedom and safety of life and property, not to invade other countries, not to mention that it should not become a money-making machine and security for interest groups. That is why China’s army is modernized more deeply and has more combat power.
Rising innovation capacity: China never stops exploring and innovating in the fields of aerospace research and development, military science and technology research and development, Internet development, and cutting-edge science and technology. With the popularization of education and the improvement of talent pool, China will never use brute force if it can create the future with knowledge.
China has the Irreplaceable political status: World War II allies, the five permanent members of the United Nations, the historical powers of Asia, and the member countries of major world organizations, China’s political status has been consolidated and strengthened as a result of the fact that in the 75 years since its founding, China has defeated all incoming enemies, thus shocking the world to this day. Nowadays, no one can ignore it: China is bringing the world’s political, economic and cultural center back to Asia.
However, we have overlooked one point: China is such a peace-loving country (this is already the consensus of the international community), so why is the United States still so afraid of China and its rise?
Perhaps they are just afraid of being overtaken by China and of having their hegemony threatened.
What the United States needs to be clear about is that China will never become as despicable as the United States.
Today is a real treat. I have found some 1980’s videos on YouTube that are classics. And I am presenting them here.
The first is the Arnold Schwarzenegger classic “Predator” under some kind of foreign bullshit name.
The second is a “Boy and his dog” which is a classic dystopian flick that I first watched in University.
Take the time to enjoy them both.
have fun.
Life is too short.
Today…
Has there been any occasion where an airline captain conducted himself so poorly the first officer had to take over control of the aircraft?
In 2012, Jet Blue Flight 191 was in flight between New York City and Las Vegas.
The first officer became suspicious of the captains mental state when the captain made statements like: “We need to take a leap of faith”, “We’re not going to Vegas”, and “I can’t be held responsible when this plane crashes.” He lectured the FO about a range of subjects that were not making sense.
The FO persuaded the captain to leave the cockpit and then hard-locked the door. He then contacted the flight attendants who recruited several able bodied passengers to restrain the captain in the forward galley. The captain’s mental state continued to deteriorate. He screamed about subjects such as 9/11 and terrorists and convinced all involved that he was having a mental breakdown.
An off duty Jet Blue pilot was travelling in the cabin and assisted the FO in diverting the airplane to Amarillo Texas which was only 20 minutes away.
The captain who had suffered the breakdown was arrested for “Interference with a flight crew”. He was subsequently judged “Not guilty by reason of insanity” and released to psychiatric treatment and supervised by a probation officer.
Later, this captain sued Jet Blue on the grounds that the airline should have known he was having mental problems but did not ground him, causing him to lose his career. The captain did not prevail.
The passengers on the flight sued Jet Blue for allowing the captain to operate the flight when they should have known he was not fit to fly. The company settled for an unspecified sum.
I am sure there are many other instances where an FO has taken control, even momentarily. When I was an engineer on the 727, the first officer applied the brakes when the captain almost missed a hold short line while taxiing. It was no big deal and the captain thanked him. If there are more serious cases, the airline and maybe the FAA would handle it without alerting the press. I’ve heard rumor of captains having mental problems but I’ve never seen anything written about it.
As part of my preflight briefing for the copilots, I ask them to be strong and assertive with me if they see that I’m making a mistake. If the mistake will lead to an unsafe situation and I am not responsive, I ask them to take control of the airplane if necessary to correct the problem. There will be plenty of time to talk it over later. The copilots at my airline are all highly qualified to be captains themselves and are only awaiting an opening on the captain’s list. It’s hard to put my ego aside, but the safety of flight is our first priority.
What was a gift that made you speechless?
In 2014, while serving as a contract interpreter for our troops in Afghanistan, I had the pleasure of meeting an emissary of the Saudi Royal family who was doing “ridealongs” to observe our rules of engagement with the Taliban. Everyone called him Sheikh, literally “elder” in Arabic, the honorific title for the ruler of a tribe. He was an oddly prissy man for the job; but, I never saw him cower or jump/hide from close by gunfire or incoming RPG rounds. He was a studious person and read a lot while deployed in the field.
During one of our excursions by helicopter, I was sitting adjacent to Sheikh and observed a beautiful Rolex on his wrist. It looked like a stainless watch with a brown bezel and light blue face. No expert; but, I recognized it as being one of the Rolex Daytona style of watches. Holding his wrist and admiring the watch, I made muted (over the sounds of the helicopter) signs of thumbs up and smiled. I thought no more about it.
About a week later, I was coming in from a field operation and was told I had a package awaiting me inside the Green Zone at the front desk of the American Embassy. I made my way through the security checkpoints and to the person I had been directed only to be handed a box about half the size of a mailbox. I opened the box to reveal the beautiful Rolex Sheikh had been wearing. I was like whoa! and immediately slipped it on to my wrist. It felt heavy and looked gorgeous.
The watch was not in fact stainless. It was the Rolex Cosmograph 116506, their 50th Anniversary Platinum with ice blue dial and brown ceramic bezel.
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Sheikh had returned to Saudi Arabia and left this watch as a gift. Apparently in his culture if someone admires something you have, you gift them with it. Speechless hardly describes my reaction. There was no return address, I didn’t know Sheikh’s real official name to try to track him down and in the hush, hush, Afghan theater OpSec had no leads or further info. I was shocked to learn the value of this beautiful timepiece.
This is something I would never wear and would be an absolute waste on my arm when a $50 Seiko could replace it for functionality. It was an incredibly generous gift; but, in no way deserved by me. An NGO I had worked with in Kabul, cared for orphaned children. I put the watch on an auction site with the proceeds going to support that worthwhile organization. Hopefully maybe one day Sheikh will return and see his gift’s ROI.
On A Trip To Italy My GF Wanted To Stay Behind And “Find Herself”, Has MELTDOWN When I Leave Her
“Imagine what will happen to the Anglo-Saxon hegemony if all this vast space from Lisbon to Beijing is connected by a new Silk Road.
Imagine what will happen to the European Union, whose citizens will see that it is possible to develop and live in prosperity without trading their sovereignty, without betraying national interests, and without killing people.
No matter how much the Americans demand from their vassals, they take turns going to China to see Xi Jinping.
What does that say?
It shows that no matter how foolishly they act, they are still looking forward.
They understand that China is unstoppable, and much will depend on China in the future.”
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Excerpt from the address by Belarusian President Aleksandr Lukashenko at the 7th Belarusian People’s Congress in Minsk, April 24, 2024.
What are the facts about girls that guys don’t know?
We knew which man is staring us with good or bad intentions
We are not dramatic on periods, periods cramps almost kills us
We like genuine compliments like “sundr lgri ho” pyari lgri ho”
We stalk the profile of the stranger before replying him
Not every girl wants expensive gifts some wants books, jhumkas and a chai date
When we are sharing our problems just patiently listen to it, we don’t want solution, we want someone who can listen us
Every second girl has faced sexual harrasment in their life
We don’t wear make up to impress other guys, we do make to look in our eyes, to feel confident
We don’t want your attention, we want your love, respect and care
If you going to rant out in your dms, we never going to judge you
Oily hairs are the reason of cancellation of plans for us
Pimples are our biggest nightmares
We have great stalking skills
We are very body conscious, if we ever ask you” am I looking fat?” Just answer it positively, don’t reply no, you are looking beautiful
We can look very intelligent at one point and after sometime we can like dumb who don’t know anything
We observe everything literally everything
Biscuits and Sausage Gravy
Biscuits and Sausage Gravy is popular all over America. It’s a staple dish on diner menus.
biscuits sausage gravy
Yield: 6 servings, 2 biscuits each
Ingredients
Biscuits
3 cups self-rising soft wheat flour
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon granulated sugar
1/2 cup butter-flavored shortening
1 1/4 cups buttermilk
Butter, melted
Sausage Gravy
1 pound breakfast sausage (mild or hot)
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
3 1/4 cups milk
1/2 teaspoon salt or seasoned salt
2 teaspoons pepper
1/8 teaspoon Italian seasoning
Instructions
Bisicuits
Combine first 3 ingredients in a large bowl; cut in shortening with a pastry blender until mixture is crumbly.
Add buttermilk, stirring just until dry ingredients are moistened.
Turn dough out onto a lightly floured surface, and knead lightly 4 or 5 times.
Roll dough to 3/4 inch thickness; cut with a 2 1/2 inch biscuit cutter. Place on a lightly greased baking sheet.
Bake at 425 degrees F for 12 minutes or until golden.
Brush tops with butter.
Split biscuits open; serve with Sausage Gravy.
Sausage Gravy
Brown sausage in a skillet, stirring until it crumbles.
Drain, reserving 1 tablespoon drippings in skillet. Set sausage aside.
Add butter to drippings; heat over low heat until butter melts.
Add flour, stirring until smooth. Cook for 1 minute, stirring constantly.
Gradually add milk; cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, until thickened and bubbly.
Stir in seasonings and sausage. Cook until thoroughly heated, stirring constantly.
Notes
This recipe is easily doubled.
What is the most surprisingly cool thing your parents did?
My dad could never have been described as cool. He was firm, autocratic, proper, emotionally disabled, distant, non-communicative, uninvolved and mostly grumpy.
When my parents split up and mom moved out, my brother and I were a bit at sea. We’d been close to our mum, but we were now stuck in the house with a dad we barely knew.
My brother, being older, started acting out a bit, and this never ended well for him. One afternoon, as tensions between my dad and him began bubbling up, I steeled myself for the usual and inevitable torrent of verbal abuse my brother was about to receive. Instead, my dad did something completely out of character.
He told us to grab a few glasses each from the kitchen, and he took us into the courtyard out back.
Dad pointed to a concrete tub-shaped structure in the corner.
‘Throw the glasses in there! As hard as you can!’
Whaa..?
‘Go on! It’s okay. Throw them, and make it count.’
My brother and I looked at each other, bemused. He was asking us to purposely break drinking glasses? Had he finally lost his marbles?
My brother went first.
He threw his arm back as far as he could and unleashed glass number one against the brick wall. It shattered into pieces into the tub!
I threw my first glass ‘like a girl’, hesitantly and with no chutzpah! It didn’t even break, so I retrieved it.
Meanwhile, my brother had turned into a full-on Yankees pitcher, and he hurled glass number two. SMASH!
One by one, we took our frustrations out on those poor glasses. Shards everywhere. We were giggling like hooligans.
I believe even my dad was smiling.
When we went back into the house, the atmosphere had dramatically changed. My brother seemed calmer. My dad seemed calmer. I was young, only 10, but I understood my dad’s motivation behind the exercise.
He lacked the emotional skills to support my brother and me with words, so he found a more practical way to let us express our frustration.
In his own inept way, he did a cool thing.
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What is the best comeback you used on someone?
I’ve never been known to be one of those types who are always wanting to fight someone or use violence in any way. In my whole life, I’ve only been in 1 physical altercation since I was a kid. I always relied on wits and common sense, and I had no problem simply walking away from a confrontation for the most part, especially, if it was a trivial disagreement.
There is a great story about the one fight I was in as an adult. However, paraphrasing Douglas Adams, this is not that story.
This is the story about a good comeback.
It was over 20 years ago, I was in my early 20’s. The restaurant I worked at had a bartender who was somewhat a bully to most of the staff because his regulars were always around the bar and he would get a laugh out of them by making rude remarks to the rest of the staff. Waiters and Waitresses, kitchen staff, hostesses, etc.
I was waiting tables, working the outdoor patio section where drinks are commonly ordered. I submitted the tables drinks and went to the bar when I thought they’d be ready. He hadn’t even pulled the ticket from the order yet and it was past the time for the drinks to be ready. I got his attention as he was flirting with a regular and asked for the drinks. He went back to his nature of being a total ass hat and said something like I could fight him for it, if I found it that important.
I said “Ya know everyone is really getting sick of you treating us all like this, and if this can fixed by you and I stepping outside, I’m totally game”.
His regulars looked at him to see how’d he react.
He said “If we gonna fight, let me call my family”
My response, very calmly
”You ain’t got to do that, the hospital will call them for you”.
His regulars all laughed and he got angry at me, I just kept staring.
We both kinda got into “restaurant trouble” for our remarks, but nothing ever happened.
I never gotten anymore bad attitude from him though. Either by our warning, my willingness to step out with him, or my remark. We were civil after that, but never friendly.
What’s the most important lesson you’ve learned in life so far? 😁
I learned two lessons that year. One was don’t do something truly stupid. The second was you reap what you sow.
I was a junior in college. I’d dropped out for a year so all my friends were graduating while I had another year left to fulfill my requirements. There were four us girls and someone suggested driving to Florida for spring break. All the college students who could were headed for Fort Lauderdale. My college was in northern Indiana so it was a bit of a hike driving there.
Now, my parents supplemented our education very heavily. For 5 years, two of us were in college at the same time so those were expensive years for them. Going to Florida would cost us $100/each. That was a significant amount of money back then. I was not about to ask Dad for the money. I worked very part time but I didn’t have $100 to spend.
“I’ll loan you the money,” Sandy said. We had a great time but, by definition, loans must be repaid and I did. It took me 6 weeks but I repaid the money.
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Now, for stupid. It was someone’s less than stellar idea to drive straight through. At that time, straight through was a 24 hour trip. We were supposed to drive in shifts but, by ten o’clock, two of them baled and two of us were stuck driving. I can clearly remember the road ahead becoming increasingly blurry and my eyes blinking for longer periods of time. We took 30-minute shifts but it’s a miracle we didn’t crash.
Now, for the bright side. Sandy graduated in May and her graduation gift was a new car. Yes, her parents had that kind of money. Would I like to buy her old car. The car you see above is the car in question. I had another year in school. I couldn’t possibly afford a car.
But her father remembered the $100 I had borrowed and repaid. He said I was good for the loan. In fact, I didn’t have to make payments until I graduated and obtained employment. His terms were beyond generous and I paid the loan in full.
So, within the span of two months, I learned two lessons. I wish I could report never making another stupid mistake but we humans are prone to them and I’m no exception. But I also learned that you reap what you sow for better or worse.
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What is the craziest thing you’ve found in an old coat pocket?
Many years ago, late on a cold and snowy January night, my husband and I were out at a nice Italian restaurant in Greenwich Village and were last to leave, around midnight. At the time my husband was wearing a beautiful full length navy cashmere Ted Lapidus coat that had been his father’s — a VERY expensive coat. When he went to retrieve his coat from the rack, there was one navy coat hanging, but it was not his. My husband was furious that someone had taken his good coat. But I reached into the pockets and pulled out a set of Porsche keys! I assured him that he would be getting his coat back shortly and indeed, first thing in the morning, the restaurant called to arrange an exchange. Personally I would have preferred to have the Porsche.
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Have you ever caught on to someone trying to scam you before it was too late?
I worked at Borders Bookstore (now defunct). Ten minutes before closing time, a gentleman comes to the Café, and asks if we could do him the “favor” of putting his bag of groceries into our refrigerator. He mentioned that he had milk in the bag, and didn’t want it to spoil while he browsed for books. Sounds simple enough, right? Again: AFRAID OF MILK SPOILING. IN THE TEN MINUTES BEFORE CLOSING. I said NO.
Not because my “scam meter” was buzzing (yet), but just because I remembered that it’s not only against the rules… it’s also a Health Code violation to have personal or “outside the system” food stored with our legitimate items for sale to the public. I had recently taken a Food Safety Course (required for managers who may work the cafe, but not required for the rank & file baristas), so those rules were fresh in my mind.
So what does Mr Milk-Panic do? He goes to someone else in the cafe to ask the same “favor.” I saw that, left the counter to repeat my “no” to both the customer and the barista before an employee said something they would regret.
What next? He walks to the other end of the store, finding a random book-seller to ask the same thing. Fortunately, we had started using radio headsets, so I got the request in my headset. Okay, so NOW my “scam sensor” is fully engaged. Dude hasn’t even started browsing for books yet, and in the 5 minutes left before we lock the doors, he is ANGRY that his fresh milk may spoil (but not concerned enough to just go straight home – hmmmm….). So now I made it clear on the radio (all the employees could hear, but not the customers) that the cafe fridge is NOT to be used for any customers’ personal food, or someone could get fired…PERIOD! Suddenly the “nice” manager was being the mean one, and the customer finally left, yelling some obscenities which didn’t seem to match the “nice man asking for a small favor” persona.
The next day’s staff meeting, the general manager had printed out an emailed scam warning: someone was going around, store to store, asking to refrigerate his bag of groceries. Then… he doesn’t come back for them. Not until a week or more has passed, when it would certainly have been thrown away. Upon hearing that his precious “milk” had been tossed out, the customer would then claim we had thrown out hundreds of dollars’ worth of groceries. He would demand CASH for it… or threaten to report us to the Health Department for allowing outside food into our fridges.
Pay attention to that small, nagging feeling!
What is the biggest turn-off you’ve ever had on a date?
Met a guy on OKCupid who seemed cool. He had a professional head shot as his profile picture and was pretty well spoken, so I met him for dinner.
Everything was okay, though I didn’t really see it progressing to date #2, when he commented on my shoes.
“I wouldn’t really go with those shoes next time you wear that dress,” he said.
I thought he was joking and laughed, not at all offended because I’m the first to admit that I know nothing about fashion. Nope.
He continued: “No, seriously. I’m the type of man who needs to know that his woman will not only always look good, but will take my advice when it comes to what she looks good in.”
Crickets. Then he added, “I’d be glad to take you shopping if you don’t know what you’re doing. You’re pretty enough, just need some help with outfits.”
Um, thanks? I did my best to finish the date graciously and deleted his number literally as I walked to my car in the restaurant parking lot.
Funny, bizarre, and definitely a turnoff.
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The first U.S. spaceship to Venus crash-lands off the coast of Sicily on its return trip. A dangerous, lizard-like creature comes with it and quickly grows gigantic.
Ray Harrihausen’s creations were so way ahead of their time. I understand he worked virtually alone and spent huge amounts of time bringing his horrors onto the screen, a true genius.
What did the job interviewer say that made you NOT accept the job offer?
“What business is McDonald’s in?”
The three 20-something young men sat across a table from me. I’d just returned to the States from a couple of years living abroad, and it was time to find a job. Back then (18 years ago), the newspaper classifieds were still a pretty good resource for job hunters. The description had been a bit vague (classifieds were usually short), but the promised wage was decent, so I sent in a résumé, and got an interview.
When I arrived, I waited in a stairwell outside a sparsely furnished office with another guy about my age (20-something), until my interview slot (the last one) came. When I entered, after the usual greetings, that was the first, and only, question asked.
The trouble is, I recognized the question, and its source. Robert Kiyosaki’s Rich Dad, Poor Dad books were growing in popularity, and a friend had shown me a passage in which Ray Kroc, owner of the McDonald’s chain, asks a class of Harvard MBA students that very question, receiving predicable answers such as “restaurants,” and “hospitality,” only to reveal that he considers himself to be in the real estate business.
I’ve always considered Kiyosaki’s approach to personal wealth to be irresponsible and well beyond my risk-tolerance level. He was very trendy at the time, and the fact that this question constituted the whole of my interview was a huge red flag for me. In my mind, it communicated:
That this company was following financial trends rather than principles,
and
that the company would probably be long on charisma and short on discipline
Combine that with the lack of concrete detail about the job, and I was more than a bit wary.
I answered the question properly, finished with pleasantries and small talk, and drove away. I received a call-back before I’d gone a single mile; I’d gotten the job. They explained that it was a sales position (something I wouldn’t have bothered interviewing for if I’d known), and started talking about a starting date.
“Actually, I’m not really interested,” I said.
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Finally, he just said, “Okay, thanks!”
That was it. I still feel like I dodged a bullet with that one.
“The world has already changed—and not in the way that people overseas wanted.
But what do they want? What is their endgame?
The United States, having launched a sweeping attack on all undesirable countries simultaneously (you know this axis of ‘evil’: from Belarus to North Korea, including Russia, China, Iran, and others), realized that they made a mistake.
They brought together the disobedient Russia and their archnemesis, China.
By exerting pressure, they pushed these two states together: Russia, with extensive resources and a powerful defense industry, and China, with enormous economic and human potential.
They realized that they could not handle this union.
But the United States found a way out: they instigated a conflict in Europe, in Ukraine, and put it on the shoulders of the European Union and NATO, promising to help with money.
The goal is to distract, get Russia bogged down in the war with Ukraine, weaken it with the war and sanctions—as Russia will be too busy to build an alliance with China.
Meanwhile, they wanted to deal with China and drag others whenever possible into this showdown: AUKUS [Defense alliance of Australia, the United Kingdom, and the United States], which is a new NATO in the Pacific, and then Japan and South Korea.
This is the essence of the U.S. strategy to assert its dominance in the world.
After that, everything will be over: they will throw everyone under the bus, like they did in Afghanistan.”
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Excerpt from the address by Belarusian President Aleksandr Lukashenko at the 7th Belarusian People’s Congress in Minsk, April 24, 2024.
Temu and Shein are next in line on the chopping board.
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China’s Temu Takes Over 17% Of US Market Share, Cutting Jobs From American Amazon And Decimating Small Businesses
China's Temu Takes Over 17% Of US Market Share, Cutting Jobs From American Amazon And Decimating Small Businesses
Caleb Naysmith
Thu, Apr 25, 2024, 4:49 AM GMT+8
China’s Temu Takes Over 17% Of US Market Share, Cutting Jobs From American Amazon And Decimating Small Businesses
With rising inflation, American consumers are increasingly turning to the Chinese e-commerce platform Temu for their shopping needs. With its enticing tagline “Shop like a billionaire,” Temu has captured 17% of the U.S. market share, posing a challenge to traditional American retailers such as Amazon.com. Spend less. Smile more.
Inc., Dollar Tree Inc. and Five Below Inc. The rise highlights the lucrative and disruptive nature of startups.Owned and operated by PDD Holdings Inc. (NASDAQ:PDD), Temu offers a wide range of products, including home decor, pet supplies, beauty and health products and clothing. The platform is known for its competitive pricing, often offering significant discounts on items compared to prices on Amazon. Coupled with Temu’s discount codes, consumers can enjoy even greater savings.
Temu has even become the No. 1 Shopping App on Apple’s App Store, surpassing Amazon, Target Corp. and Walmart Inc., which currently hold the third, fourth and eighth spots, respectively. The No. 2 shopping app is Shein, another Chinese retailer.
Orders purchased on Temu are shipped from China and are estimated to be delivered within 10 days. However, in a bid to compete with Amazon’s fast delivery, Temu opened its marketplace to U.S. warehouses last month. Shopping from these sellers can significantly reduce shipping time, giving U.S. retailers the ability to handle fulfillment and shipping directly.
In December, Reuters reported that Temu was successfully challenging U.S. dollar stores like Dollar Tree and Dollar General Corp., accounting for nearly 17% of the market share in the United States. According to data analytics firm Earnest Analytics, this compares to 8% for Five Below, 43% for Dollar General and 28% for Dollar Tree.
In January, Amazon announced it would lay off 5% of its Buy with Prime workforce, which equips retailers with fulfillment and delivery services.
“Following a recent review, we’ve made the difficult decision to eliminate a small number of roles on our Buy with Prime team. Buy with Prime is a top priority for Amazon, with strong adoption from merchants and positive feedback from customers, and we will continue investing significant resources in Buy with Prime to build on that momentum,” an Amazon statement said.
The ripple effects extend to discount stores like Dollar Tree and 99 Cents Only Stores, both of which have announced significant closures and employee layoffs.
Citing changing consumer demand and economic challenges, 99 Cents Only Stores is shutting all 371 locations in Arizona, California, Nevada and Texas. Dollar Tree plans to close 1,000 locations across its Dollar Tree and Family Dollar stores.
The new American dream is to leave
"I live in New York and he is 200% correct. The majority of us are living paycheck to paycheck. I am also moving out of the country soon. America is on a fast decline. Our government does not work for us."
“I realize that this government in Washington—speaking as it does for the American people—has effectively said that it rejects any relationship with Moscow on the basis of conditions that we do not set.
In other words, unless the Russians all agree to adopt whatever we tell them is appropriate for their society and government, unless they remove the people that currently govern them, unless they put their arms down, join hands, and sing ‘Kumbaya’ with us, we can’t get along with the Russians.
Well, sending this kind of money towards Ukraine at this stage signals to the Russians that any hope of a relationship with Washington is dead.
That’s why Foreign Minister Lavrov, within the last 48 hours, was interviewed and asked what would happen if there were negotiations, and whether Moscow was still receptive to negotiations.
He said, ‘Yes, we will be receptive to negotiations but keep in mind two things:
First of all—just because we negotiate, we will not stop fighting. We will continue until we have achieved all of our objectives militarily.
Secondly—and very importantly—we are not going to cease hostilities for even a brief period of time because we know that we are going to hold what we’ve won.
Effectively, the facts on the ground have changed and we are no longer willing to talk about trades in what kind of territory we’re willing to surrender to you in order to have peace.’
It’s over, and we’ve made fools out of ourselves and, worst of all, we’ve made fools out of NATO.
NATO looks weak and stupid.
The Ukrainian state is ruined.
Whatever emerges after this will be a rump state and that rump state will effectively be a demilitarized zone—a DMZ—and in it will live Ukrainians that can tend to their fields and go about their lives, but there will be no military power that threatens Russia.”
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Excerpt from remarks by retired U.S. Army colonel Douglas Macgregor in an interview with Judge Napolitano, April 23, 2024.
When did the negative perception of masculinity begin?
This is a byproduct of the American “Woman’s Rights” movement.
The initial intention was for gender equality, where women would be treated as equals with men. Eventually, a more radical sub-branch of the movement took control and steered the movement towards an anti-male bias. Over the years, they acquired wealthy and powerful contributors, and used their positions in government to fund and control the narrative. Resulting in the destruction of the American male.
This women’s rights movement in the United States has gone through several stages.
Each stage has been marked by specific goals, accomplishments, and challenges.
First Wave (19th Century – Early 20th Century)
– Focused on legal issues, particularly women’s suffrage (the right to vote).
– Key events: The Seneca Falls Convention in 1848, organized by Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Lucretia Mott; the adoption of the 19th Amendment in 1920, granting women the right to vote.
This initial stage is often erroneously considered to be reasonable, but a look at the amendments to the constitution clearly show that the movement removed the stable “Head of the Household” voting role towards one where anyone can vote. Thus, this movement, during the FIRST WAVE, significantly altered the federal government and the spending trajectory of the United States.
Demographics changed substantially. Voting profiles changed radically, and a “nanny state”
became the norm, as the female voters started to demand a government that took on a parental role; thus a government with a greater role in the lives of Americans.
Second Wave (1960s – 1980s)
– Emphasized a broader range of issues, including equality in the workplace, education, reproductive rights, and legal rights.
– Key events: Publication of “The Feminine Mystique” by Betty Friedan in 1963; the establishment of the National Organization for Women (NOW) in 1966; the passage of the Equal Pay Act of 1963 and Title IX of the Education Amendments of 1972.
– Advocacy for reproductive rights, including the landmark Supreme Court decision in Roe v. Wade in 1973.
During this wave, the “rights” of women altered the workplace, the Geo-political scene, the educational system, and the kinds of movies and shows on televisions and extracted out of Hollywood. It was during this wave that the notion of a traditional family was discarded, and men started to be depicted as buffoons and useless clowns.
There is a direct correlation between divorce rates and the implementation of pro-feminist initiatives. This was the era of the destruction of the family. As the women entered the work-place, forced layoffs, firings and short-duration employment became the norm.
Third Wave (1990s – Early 2000s)
– Focused on diversity and intersectionality, addressing issues of race, class, sexual orientation, and gender identity within the context of women’s rights.
– Emphasized individualism and a more inclusive approach to feminism, acknowledging different experiences and perspectives.
This wave turbocharged the fall of traditional values, and the “career women” entered the work force with government sanctioned privileges that harmed the male roles. The court systems, and child service systems became co-opted by this movement and became hostile to males.
Laws and rules, from family law to corporate law favored females. Lower skilled females were engaged in once-dominant male activities to meet hiring quotas. The result was a gradual decline in the quality of the American work-force.
Fourth Wave (Mid-2000s – Present)
– Characterized by the use of digital and social media to advocate for women’s rights and mobilize anti-male activism.
– Focus on sexual harassment, gender-based violence, and the #MeToo movement.
– Greater attention to intersectionality, considering how various aspects of identity intersect and impact the experiences of women and non-binary individuals.
It’s a real problem.
The damage has already been done.
Presently, in the United States and it’s proxy nations, under the LGBQ+ rainbow flag, the male gender is ridiculed, minimized, and berated to a point where various social phenomenons have occurred. To include…
Young men in the 20s have stopped dating.
Young men tend to be virginal, while young women engage in serial promiscuity.
The “Soft man” era where men have “checked out”.
A drop in college and university admissions for men.
A push back on dating with the “drizzle drizzle” movement.
American men are leaving the United States as “passport bros” and not returning.
The changing demographics and the ten year forecast for citizens within this toxic anti-male environment is contentious. Historically, very BAD things happen when large sections males in a nation are hurt, abandoned, ridiculed and disparaged.
It will be very bad.
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Yield: 5 servings (2 pancakes and 2 tablespoons syrup each)
Ingredients
1 cup Apple Cinnamon Cheerios cereal
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
3/4 cup milk
2/3 cup chunky applesauce
3 tablespoons butter, melted
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 egg
Maple syrup or maple-flavored syrup*
Instructions
Heat griddle or 12 inch skillet over medium-low heat or to 325 degrees F.
Pour cereal into plastic bag and seal. Crush cereal with rolling pin or can of soup. Pour crushed cereal into large bowl. Stir in remaining ingredients, except syrup, just until moistened.
Pour batter, a generous 1/4 cup at a time, onto hot griddle. Cook for 2 minutes or until edges look cooked and bubbles begin to break on the surface. Flip pancakes and cook other side until golden, about 2 minutes longer.
Serve with syrup.
Notes
* Tasty topping: Skip the syrup and top instead with warm apple pie filling or a sprinkle of brown sugar.
What is the worst part about being a man?
No one cares.
It’s time I told you about my Uncle RK.
My late uncle.
A victim of sexism and neglect his entire life.
When he was just a boy, he was expected and pressured to get good grades in school – which he did. On the contrary, they let my mom slack off and had no expectations for her.
Eventually, he ended up placing within the top 200 in a nationally ranked exam and going to one of the most prestigious colleges in the country for peanuts – thanks to a large scholarship.
During his college days, when he visited home, no one bothered to greet him. His own mom forgot he was coming once and ended up giving his room to some relatives for a short stay.
In his early twenties, he was falsely accused of sexual harassment. After spending a few months in jail, my grandmom made a hefty payment to the accuser’s family, who agreed to drop the charges.
He struggled to find employment after college thanks to his criminal record.
After being forced into an arranged marriage, he was stuck with an emotionally abusive wife.
After losing another job at age 30, he got depressed. The humiliation he received from society and from his wife for being unemployed was unbearable.
In July 2000, he killed himself, by jumping off an apartment. Everyone chalked it up to his mental instability. To this day, I still hear them saying that he was a weak and pathetic man who couldn’t handle life.
I think you got it by now.
This is the worst part of being a man: No one cares.
No one cares if you feel lonely, if you feel neglected, if you are falsely accused by a woman, if you have an abusive wife, if you lose your job and feel worthless or if you kill yourself.
My uncle RK is a lot like me. He’s introverted, sweet and sensitive person. He’d never harm a fly. He used to take great care of his little sister (my mom) and show affection to his older brother.
He’s also a genius. He managed to build a working generator when he was just a boy (remember this was before the internet). He was always the smartest guy around.
He was cool too. When he toured Japan in the nineties, he brought back some novel electronic gadgets, among them was a digital dictionary.
I wish I had met him.
I wish he was alive. We could have talked about so much. He could have been a mentor to me.
Rest in peace. Uncle RK – 1969–2000.
A Boy and His Dog | Post-Apocalypse | Don Johnson | Classic Drama Film
I cannot believe that this entire film is free on youtube. It is a great watch. Take the time to enjoy this fun, and very funny, Classic Drama Movie: A Boy and His Dog – A young man and his telepathic dog wander through a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
Camping in China is quite different than in the United States.
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Sure, there are rural areas where you can get in your four-wheel drive and go off-road, pop a tent, and make a fire. But since China is so dense, this tends not to be all that common, well at least not in the Southern Guangzhou area. Here, the camping is more organized.
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On the beaches near Shenzhen (dameisha, and shameisha), you can rent a tent (or bring your own), and camp there overnight. Meanwhile, all the comforts of home are nearby. Bars, restrooms, showers, BBQ, tables, chairs, and fire circles.
Yup, it’s living in the tent minus being primitive.
They just put up one near my “ghost city” complex.
You take the highway road (well, it’s a road. Eight lanes, but still a typical Chinese road) and there is a paved cement area where a bunch of BBQ vendors cook chicken, fish, steaks and mutton all night. And behind the fence are tent areas where you can camp out. Just like the picture above.
Nearby are shower buildings, restrooms, and cement roofed pavilions for group fun.
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Ah. It’s fun and cool. But, decidedly not the same thing as camping in the “outback” or in the ‘States.
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China. Unique.
And well… different.
Today…
The US and the UK are pushing for total war on all fronts
The Iran-Israel clash has served as a catalyst for renewed escalation by Western leaders, and World War III cannot be ruled out
By Timur Fomenko, political analyst
The events of recent weeks have produced a sudden jolt in Western politics. From a lethargy that was starting to creep into US and western discourse over the Ukraine war, Iran’s attack on Israel suddenly seemed to have had the effect of awakening Ronald Reagan from his grave and leading to a surge of neo-conservativism on steroids, on both sides of the Atlantic.
US House Speaker Mike Johnson did a complete 180-degree U-turn and proclaimed himself a “Reagan Republican” passing a series of aid bills for astronomical overseas spending that he had otherwise blocked for months, as he denounced an “axis of evil.” Along with that, a proposed TikTok ban bill came out of nowhere too and was quickly signed into law.
Then the UK decided to devote its largest ever aid package to Ukraine, with Prime Minister Rishi Sunak warning of an “axis of authoritarian states” and amplifying ideologically combative rhetoric.
Finally, EU President Ursula von der Leyen has suddenly dramatically increased economic warfare on China, pushing the European Commission to open probes on scores of Chinese exports.
Where exactly did all this come from?
It’s almost as if the US and its allies seized upon the tensions between Iran and Israel in order to “whitewash” their slate and double down on a series of objectives they are otherwise losing public support for, including the war in Ukraine, but also Israel’s invasion of Gaza.
One has to wonder if the Israeli attack on the Iranian compound in Damascus, which provoked Tehran’s response, was deliberately staged, coordinated and planned for this purpose. It served the mutually convenient goal of letting both Prime Minister Netanyahu and Western governments off the hook for whatever opposition they had otherwise faced.
It should be abundantly clear now that the current powers that be, in London and Washington, have absolutely no intent of letting up on the wars they have provoked, while also pushing for a potential third one with China, and seem indifferent to the consequences, even if for example, the Israel-Gaza war is shattering the West’s claims of moral superiority.
In each case, the stakes are very high, Western foreign policy at large has taken on a very zero-sum and ideological character which bemoans the loss of hegemony, and seeks to uphold it at all costs. It is reactionary to the extent it does not have a vision for improving the world, but wants to take backthe world to the way it was. It is a sense of entitlement and privilege that wants to suppress an emerging multipolarity.
Because of this, it has become impossible for Western leaders to ever consider the concept of compromise in these respective theaters, and they refuse under any circumstances to make concessions which could be deemed strategic. This has produced a position where the only outcome they are willing to accept in Ukraine is what they deem “the defeat of Putin,” and have been subtly escalating ever since, edging ever closer to the point where a “proxy war” becomes a direct one for all intents and purposes.
NATO military advisors are already on the ground, and Ukrainian attacks are being guided by NATO intelligence or even coordinated by British admirals.
The media in the West, especially in Britain (there is more dissent in the US) are effectively in war mode. The BBC amplifies non-stop Ukraine propaganda, pushing any claim that will help Kiev irrespective of its empirical worth or evidence, and all voices of dissent have been shut down. It seems evident that the decision may have been made to risk a full-on war with Russia, rather than to consider any negotiation scenario.
Thus, the shockwaves from the Iran-Israel saga have been used to pursue a new and sudden round of escalation on every front, which can have only been bolstered by the prospective elections looming in both the US and UK.
Because of this, it is fair to say that the world faces a more dangerous and uncertain outlook than at any point since the end of World War II.
This current crop of Western leaders are not pursuing a more restrained and calculated mindset, as seen for most of the Cold War, but an aggressive and evangelistic one that does not prefer stability but affirms hegemony as an absolute right, thus more resembling a pre-1914 world.
Because of this, we should draw the conclusion that Western leaders are not truly seeking to avoid war, but are prepared to embrace it if necessary. The British military establishment and the media have long been making noises about conscription.
In the US, if Joe Biden wins re-election, we can assume that he will unapologetically escalate on every single front. World War III is no longer a dramatized specter of farfetched panic, but an actual possibility that should not be ruled out.
Baked Chicken German Style
Baked Chicken German Style
Ingredients
1/2 cup butter
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
2 cups chicken broth
1 1/2 cups milk
2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
8 ounces egg noodles, cooked and drained
3 cups cooked chicken, diced
2/3 cup Parmesan cheese, grated
2 teaspoons paprika
Instructions
Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
Melt butter in large saucepan over medium low heat. Whisk in flour and stir for 3 minutes.
Gradually whisk in broth and milk. Reduce heat, simmering until thick, about 10 minutes.
Blend in lemon juice and seasonings.
Combine cooked noodles and half the sauce, tossing gently to blend. Place in the bottom of a buttered 2 quart casserole. Top with chicken and remaining sauce.
Combine Parmesan cheese and paprika. Sprinkle over casserole.
Bake until bubbling and golden brown, about 30 minutes.
Serve hot.
Americans Are Running Out Of Money
The problem we have is because Most people always taught that” you only need a good job to become rich ” . These billionaires are operating on a whole other playbook that many don’t even know exists.
Why do some people plead poverty when they’re not actually poor?
The wealthiest person I ever worked for was a lawyer whose home had a three-car garage and a swimming pool. He owned the house, his office building, his luxury cars, and his boat free and clear. His children all had late-model cars, and their college educations were paid for by trust funds.
Since my job included balancing his checkbooks, I knew that both his business and personal accounts carried about a $50,000 balance at all times (this was 30 years ago). He never once had to put off a doctor visit or medical treatment because he couldn’t afford it–and because of a pre-existing condition, he couldn’t get health insurance and had to pay all his medical bills out of pocket. Every month he paid his credit card bills in full. He and his wife sometimes drank Dom Perignon for breakfast. When he died, in addition to all his other assets he left almost $2 million in cash.
My husband and I were both employed full-time, sometimes did have to put off doctors’ appointments for lack of funds, and rarely were able to pay our credit card bills in full. (If one of our kids needed a doctor, we’d take them, pay with plastic if we had to, and worry about the credit-card balance later.) To me, then, my boss seemed as rich as an oil sheikh. Yet he constantly insisted he wasn’t rich.
Years after I had left his employ, I finally figured him out: my boss wasn’t comparing himself to wage slaves like me, he was comparing himself to other rich people; and unless you’re Jeff Bezos, there’s always someone richer than yourself. Not that my boss ever claimed to be poor, but it’s the same principle: you probably know someone who has more money than you do, so you’re going to feel, if not poor, then poorer by comparison.
In its most recent National Defense Strategy, the U.S. Department of Defense declared a policy of “integrated deterrence” against the People’s Republic of China, its primary “pacing challenge.” The document defined “integrated deterrence” as:
“…working seamlessly across warfighting domains, theaters, the spectrum of conflict, all instruments of U.S. national power, and our network of Alliances and partnerships. Tailored to specific circumstances, it applies a coordinated, multifaceted approach to reducing competitors’ perceptions of the net benefits of aggression relative to restraint. Integrated deterrence is enabled by combat-credible forces prepared to fight and win, as needed, and backstopped by a safe, secure, and effective nuclear deterrent.”
As was the case with Russia vis-à-vis Ukraine, a policy of deterrence through strength has only made war in Southeast Asia more likely—with myriad recent examples.
On March 23 a Chinese Coast Guard vessel fired a water cannon at and allegedly rammed a Philippine vessel as it attempted to resupply a grounded ship on a reef in the Spratly Islands. This was just the latest in a series of similar clashes.
The Spratly Islands are a cluster of tiny reefs, shoals, and islets in the South China Sea. They are claimed by China, the Philippines, Vietnam, and Taiwan. The vast majority of the American public has no idea that they even exist, nor do they care who owns them.
However, because the United States and the Philippines have a mutual defense treaty, Americans are obligated to send their sons and daughters to kill and die if Philippine forces come under attack there (or anywhere). State Department Spokesperson Matt Miller confirmed this in a March 23 statement about the incident:
“The United States stands with its ally the Philippines and condemns the dangerous actions by the People’s Republic of China (PRC) against lawful Philippine maritime operations in the South China Sea on March 23…The United States reaffirms that Article IV of the 1951 US-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…”
In the case of the Philippines, integrated deterrence means more than just maintaining a mutual defense treaty. In the past year alone, the United States has pledged to fund the construction of a new Philippine-American port near Taiwan and has gained access to four other Philippine military bases. The United States has also conducted joint naval patrols with the Philippine navy and furthered their forces’ interoperability with joint military exercises that sometimes include Japan and Australia. The United States has also encouraged Japan and the Philippines to sign a Reciprocal Access Agreement, which would allow the two nations to deploy forces in each other’s territory. Japan already has such an agreement with Australia.
The U.S.-Philippine defense treaty and its accompanying policy emboldens Philippine President Marcos Ferdinand Jr. to be more aggressive in his territorial and maritime disputes. In turn, Sino-Philippine relations have deteriorated.
On December 20 of last year, Chinese Foreign Minister Wang Yi told his Philippine counterpart, Enrique Manalo, that “China-Philippines relations are at a crossroads,” referring specifically to the nations’ naval clashes in the South China Sea. Yi further warned that China will “definitely safeguard its rights” and “respond resolutely” to provocations. Yi specifically identified Philippine collusion with the United States and its regional partners as a source of contention.
For its own part, Japan has also clashed with Chinese forces over territory that holds absolutely no interest for the average American. The Senkaku islands are yet another series of rocks that the American public neither knows nor cares about. Despite this justifiable apathy, Americans are treaty-bound to sacrifice their children to enforce Japan’s claims to these tiny islands in the East China Sea. Secretary of Defense Lloyd Austin confirmed as much in October of last year .
The United States’ partnership with Japan is more intimate than with any other country on Earth. Over 53,000 American troops are stationed in Japan at approximately twenty-three installations. Furthermore, since its effective disarmament after World War II, the United States has gradually fostered Japan’s military redevelopment. In 2022, Japan announced that it was increasing its military budget by 56% and would acquire U.S.-produced Tomahawk missiles capable of striking the Chinese mainland. This should be cause for concern because Tomahawk missiles are nuclear-capable .
Next month, the United States and Japan are expected to announce a plan to restructure their forces’ interoperability. The plan will allow Japanese forces to coordinate with U.S. Forces-Japan instead of with Indo-Pacific Command, which is based in Hawaii. Although the specific details are currently unclear, the change is promised to be the biggest upgrade to the countries’ mutual security pact in “60 years.” It is openly aimed at North Korea and China.
Integrated deterrence with Taiwan has seen American Spec Ops deployed as military advisors to Kinmen, a small group of islands controlled by Taiwan. The islands are located just miles off the coast of mainland China. These “long term” deployments will see the advisors training Taiwan’s amphibious forces in preparation for a war against the mainland.
The scandalously provocative deployment is just the latest in a series of American policies that have sought to make Taiwan a grenade in China’s throat. In 2022, then-Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi took an ill-advised junket to Taipei. China responded by shooting missiles over the island and simulating a blockade against it.
Last year, the United States deployed 200 troops to Taiwan, the largest American deployment to the island since 1979, when the U.S. officially recognized Taiwan as being part of China. Last year, the United States increased its weapon sales to Taiwan and even began financing the transfers and providing some arms free of charge.
These transfers violate Chinese-American agreements—especially the Third Joint Communique , through which the United States declared its intention to cease arms sales to Taiwan and agreed not to provide the island with more arms than China, either quantitatively or qualitatively.
Aside from the Spratly Islands, the most inconsequential territorial dispute in which the United States has embroiled itself concerns a patch of land at the top of the world.
In 2020, four Chinese and twenty Indian soldiers died when a melee ensued in Arunachal Pradesh, a state located in the Indian Himalayas that is claimed by both India and China. After the clash, the United States signed an intelligence-sharing agreement with India that would allow Indian forces to use American satellites to track Chinese troop movements in the disputed area. This intelligence was used by the Indians during a subsequent clash in 2022.
Just last week, the State Department issued a statement backing India’s claim to the disputed area, drawing China’s ire. Both India and China are nuclear-armed states.
These four recent examples of America’s “integrated deterrence” against China each involve territorial disputes that do not concern the United States and are of no consequence to its people. Each showcases examples of confrontational and provocative American behavior. Knowing they have American support, our allies and partners are emboldened to act recklessly. Instead of causing Chinese forces to back down, our actions only draw warnings and contempt from Chinese officials.
If the policy of “integrated deterrence” were indeed deterring China, we’d likely see a decrease of confrontational incidents with Chinese forces. That is not the case. Furthermore, it is not enough to argue that “integrated deterrence” is working because war has not yet broken out—U.S. support for Ukraine “deterred” a war with Russia until it didn’t.
It is not in Americans’ best interests to risk war between their country and China over obscure territorial disputes and shipping lanes in the South China Sea. Since our strategic partners and allies have been building up and integrating their militaries with each other, they are certainly capable of negotiating on their own from a position of strength.
1 Hour Of FRUSTRATED Women With The Drizzle, DRIZZLE
When Women Regret Feminism is a thought-provoking video that explores the struggles women over 30 face when they haven’t found a husband and feel cheated by what feminism tells them.
Our lead software engineer is the best at what he does but he is only available in working hours even if we need him for an emergency matter. What should I do about him?
I have experienced this kind of attitude. When I was younger, I would spend all my waking time working, even when I was only being paid for 8 hours.
Eventually, I kind of burned out, and I realized that I was missing too much of life, too much of my children growing up. So I stopped working extra hours all together. For a while, no amount of extra pay was worth it.
Your employee *is not* obligated to your company, for hours you do not pay him for. He agreed to give you his time for the work day, and you agreed to pay him for his time. Why would you ask him to give you something for nothing? Would your company give away it’s products for nothing?
If you want him available after hours, pay him extra, enough that he agrees to take on the extra work. It’s that simple. But if you want good work, then mitigate what you ask of him, and promote a work-life balance that is healthy.
In the end, why should he respect your time, if you do not respect his?
What are the most useful points about body language?
Do you know that if a person starts fixing him/her self in front of a person, then there is a good chance that he/she likes him/her.
If you like a person, you learn things quickly while working with them.
Do you know that men touch their face when they feel uncomfortable, and women touch their hands, throat, clothes and hair.
If there is a change in a person’s behavior and behavior on seeing you, such as unnecessarily shaking hands or talking loudly, then understand that he definitely has some feeling for you.
If a girl looks at you from a distance and pretends to see you somewhere else as soon as she comes near, then understand that she likes you.
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People Have STOPPED PAYING THEIR BILLS!
The United States is “at the edge”.
Real GDP growth 1.6%. Everyone is getting the “wake up call” People don’t really have the money.
Ukraine update
Almost six thousand foreign mercenaries have been eliminated in Ukraine since the start of the special operation
October 22, 2022. Relatively fresh graves were discovered near Lisichansk, but this is not a pet cemetery, as it might seem at first glance. The graves of these “animals” indicate that they did not deserve another burial.
It’s surprising that they somehow managed to bury the mercenaries with dog nicknames. Apparently, the cult of American mercenaries was unshakable for the Ukrainian Nazis. Or they simply did not have time to tell the Ukrainian fighters that in neighboring settlements, during the retreat of the troops, their brothers, on the orders of the Kyiv command, simply burned about fifty Poles to hide traces of the presence of a foreign illegal contingent. Somewhere we have to put those who were stabbed to death in an alcohol and drug stupor, shot in the back during an argument or trying to retreat. An autopsy will show.
It can be assumed that such burials are not an isolated case.
In total, starting from February 24, 2022, the number of “soldiers of fortune” who arrived in Ukraine amounted to 13,387 people, 5,962 mercenaries were killed.
The Russian Defense Ministry has recorded the participation of more than 13 thousand mercenaries in hostilities on the side of Ukraine
Despite Western assurances about the absence of foreign mercenaries in Ukraine, the Russian Defense Ministry monitors and constantly records all foreigners who have arrived in Ukraine to participate in hostilities. Here’s how mercenaries are distributed by cou
In court, what was the most devastating cross-examination of a witness that you ever saw?
So I’m sitting in the jury box (a “simple” possession with intent case) and the prosecution brought out their star witness to testify how he knew that the defendant had the (ready for this?) five ounces of marijuana (four is the max for “casual” possession in Texas). Prosecutor finishes and looked pretty smug. I had started to come around to his side. Defense attorney starts off with some banal line and then says “Johnathan, that is your real name, right?” Well “Rick” had a stunned mullet look. “Ah, well yeah, I guess”. “You guess what? Is that or is it not your legal name?” “Ah, well yeah, it is.” “And not Rick, or rather Richard, as you stated when you were sworn in?” “No, it’s Johnathan, sir.” “And Johnathan, does the DA know this?” “Ah, well, no, sir” (Starts to sweat). “Johnathan, are you wanted by the State of Oklahoma?” “Ah, well, sorta.” “That’s a yes? Did you lie to the DA about that? What else did you lie about? Does the DA know that you’re wanted for <at this point I wanted to see if the DA actually wet himself> perjury? In a case involving <and soiled himself> a possession with intent to sell marijuana case?” At which point the lawyer handed the chief bailiff a set of papers that I learned later was the warrant and such from Oklahoma. I had the seat closest to the prosecutor’s desk and distinctly heard him mumbling “fuck, fuck, fuck, why today?” “Today” was the day before early voting in the primaries and he had some pretty serious competition.
So the judge tossed the evidence given that the statement from the witness couldn’t be deemed reliable (or whatever, real lawyers help me) and his statement was the only reason the sheriff’s department got the search warrant to begin with. Essentially end of case. We didn’t even get a break for some stale sandwiches, but did get paid $9.36 to watch a prosecutor’s last case.
Oh, and the defense lawyer. Well “Johnathan” should have recognized his old college roommate!!!!
Patrick Bet-David Explains Why America Is Entering A Horrific Financial Crisis…
Bourbon Laced Tipsy Chicken with Peaches
plated peach and bourbon bbq chicken
Yield: 4 servings
Ingredients
4 chicken leg quarters
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground pepper
2 tablespoons butter
1 large onion, finely chopped
1 teaspoon paprika
1 1/2 cups green onions, chopped
1/2 cup orange juice
2 tablespoons bourbon
1 cup chopped fresh peaches
1 dash nutmeg
Instructions
Heat oven to 400 degrees F.
Sprinkle chicken quarters with salt and pepper. Place in a 13 x 9 inch baking pan and set aside.
In a medium skillet, melt the butter over medium heat.
Add the chopped onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until translucent, about 5 minutes.
Add the paprika and all but 1 tablespoon of the green onions and continue to cook, stirring occasionally, for an additional 4 minutes.
Spread the onion mixture evenly over the chicken, spoon the orange juice and bourbon over the top, and bake in the preheated oven for 30 minutes, turning and basting occasionally.
Remove the chicken from the oven, spoon the peaches over the top, sprinkle with nutmeg, and return to the oven for an additional 15 to 20 minutes or until the chicken is tender and shows no trace of pink near the bone.
Remove the chicken from the pan, place on a serving dish, and pour the pan juices over the chicken.
Garnish with the remaining green onions and serve immediately.
I was reading a book about how the Chinese where the first to people to voyage around the world and it got me thinking, could it be that the Koi San people in southern Africa are the descendants of those Chinese voyagers?
Khoisan I don’t know much about, but the inhabitants of the Lamu Islands in Kenya are indeed descended from Zheng He’s crew. This has been confirmed by genetic testing.
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To this day, the Chinese gene is not only in their blood, but also remains in the daily lives of these people. There is porcelain, Chinese furniture and unobtrusive life skills that every Chinese is familiar with.
They use Chinese cupping, herbal medicines and some of them can even take their pulse!
Some islanders say their family name is Vae / 萬.
Silkworm and silk weaving skills have been passed down in the area, but have been lost over time.
Uwamaka Shariff’s Story
A Kenyan girl named Uwamaka Shariff is a descendant of Zheng He’s crew.
Shariff has completed high school, she longed to be able to go to China to study, but due to financial pressures, she decided to write a letter to Guo Chongli, the Chinese ambassador to Kenya.
In the letter, she wrote: “I am a Kenyan and also half Chinese, I am a descendant of Zheng He sailors …… I long to return to China ……”
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Three months later, the Chinese Ministry of Education approved the application, allowing Sharif to study in China at public expense.
In July 2005, Sharif arrived in Nanjing on a plane, and Nanjing’s vice mayor Xu Huiling personally went to the airport to greet her and presented her with a beautiful sarong and flowers.
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In Nanjing, Sharif was impressed by the rich history of the city, and she also witnessed the high-rise buildings lined up in Nanjing, and she felt more and more the charm of China in this city full of modernity and simplicity.
Here, Sharif experienced too many firsts in her life, the first time she stayed in a five-star hotel, the first time she rode in a lift, the first time she used an intelligent toilet, the first time she bathed in a shower. ……
Currently, she lives in Xi’an and Guangzhou.
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What China just did to the U.S. Military is SHOCKING and War is Coming to Taiwan
The U.S. military has crossed China’s red line again, and China’s patience is being tested. Is the US and China destined for war? This video breaks it down.
Have you ever had a job where you did nothing for years and nobody found out?
Currently I work overnight as a concierge for an Apartment complex in the heart of Nashville.
Each night, I come in at 11pm, get told what happened during the day, and then sit at the desk for around 8 hours.
I watch tv, I read, I could bring any gaming console I wanted to, I play chess online allot, I do classwork if I have it, practice magic tricks, I exercise. My boss has even told me if I wanted to take a 30 minute nap here or there to go for it. Whatever.
At 6am I unlock the building’s front door, pool doors, deliver a few newspapers, and inventory our package room. In all honesty, it’s about 15 minutes worth of work give or take.
Technically I’m there as emergency relief, or just in case a tenet needs a package or food gets delivered, but that’s all once in a blue moon type stuff. 1 out of every 99 nights.
The funny thing is that all of the Tenets voted to have an overnight person, even though I see virtually no one. If they knew how little I did, I wonder if it would really change their minds.
What do people underestimate going into retirement?
The super massive black hole.
The best friend of your parents retires and is finally ready to sail the seven seas in his fishing boat with his wife, only to hear a couple of weeks before the journey that he suffers from terminal pancreas cancer, and that the final journey will be different, and end in pain.
I call it The sudden blow.
Your favorite aunt retires and wants to party more than ever, but gets depressed on the way about the hardships of the life that lies ahead, and ends her own life. (The sudden blow..)
Your dad retires, and he will travel, go to restaurants, sleep on sunny beaches, drink red wine, and enjoy every single minute of it, finally away from the constant stress a working life has endowed on his body and mind. And then he falls asleep on a beach towel, and never wakes up. (The sudden blow..)
It’s about a body that never stops working, it’s about a mind that never stops racing, it’s about a road that has been carefully paved over a period of more than 40 years which suddenly takes a drastic turn.
Isaac Newton knew that a body in motion wants to keep moving, and that’s exactly what happens to people who retire. The sudden blow.
It’s as if our minds and bodies have held on for so long, and then finally give up, and give in. The cancer that finally surfaces, the mind that implodes, the heart lacking oxygen — a human erodes.
So be careful if you retired only recently, and hear a strange knock on your door while you are reading this answer. Because it might be the sudden blow.
And it’s coming for you.
BRICS Currency Announced! Is it Gold Backed?
In this week’s video, we look at Russia’s announcement of an official BRICS currency. There has been speculation and rumors of this currency for some time, and one major theory is that it would be backed by a basket of commodities including gold. However, the Kremlin recently announced they have almost completed a digital currency based on blockchain technology. Backed by gold or not, if a new BRICS currency becomes internationally adopted for trade, the U.S. Dollar will lose value. If U.S. Dollar’s value decreases, we expect the price of gold to increase. While there is no official launch date yet, dismantling the dollar will take time and we don’t expect it to go down without a fight. In the meantime, we will keep an eye out for any official launch date and stay ready to keep viewers informed.
As a car mechanic, what is the craziest discovery you have found on an automobile?
I wasn’t the mechanic. I was the customer.
For many weeks, the hood of my car seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.
One day, as I was driving, I noticed an odd odor faintly resembling a shepherd’s pie cooking.
I pulled into my mechanic’s garage.
When he started lifting the hood, he, too, noticed that it was unusually heavy. With a manly thrust, he managed to lift it and place the prop underneath.
And that’s when the insulation fell away from the inside top of the hood.
What came pouring out was pounds and pounds of dry dog food nuggets, many of which rested on the engine and began a slow sizzle.
Mechanic: “Let me guess. You own a dog, and you park your car in the garage at night, right?
Me: Uh, right.
Mechanic: And you feed your dog dry food, yes?
Me: Uh, yes.
Mechanic: And you keep the food in the garage, right?
Me: Yes…
Mechanic: Then you also have squirrels.
Me: I do?
Mechanic: Yes. The squirrels are taking the nuggets and hiding them under the insulation blanket under the hood, for later. I’ll bet you’ve been thinking your dog has been eating more than usual, lately.
Me: Uh, yeah! Now that you mention it.
Mechanic: Case closed. You don’t need a mechanic; you need a couple of traps.
And he was right.
China and 20 nations unite to forge a Grand Canal from Xinjiang to the Mediterranean.
China and 20 other countries have embarked on an ambitious project to build a Grand Canal, aiming to form a direct route from China’s Xinjiang to the Mediterranean Sea via the Trans-Caspian International Transport Corridor (TCTC). This collaborative effort announced in 2023 will dramatically shorten the transit time across Asia and Europe and benefit all participating nations. Placing China strategically closer to Europe, this new route bypasses the geographically and politically complex Malacca Strait, reducing reliance on longer routes. Leaning on Central Asia’s topographical advantage and existing rivers, plans to connect Xinjiang and the Mediterranean Sea with a canal seem plausible. By tackling the challenge of the Ural Mountains and linking the Tobol and Kama rivers, a canal from Central Asia to Europe could drastically cut travel distance. The project has the potential to reshape Eurasia’s geopolitical landscape and boost China’s global influence.
Scott Ritter was med by some “feds” and had to hand over his passport. It’s gone. Whoops! Yuppur, he lost his passport while trying to leave the USA.
When the German Reich was collapsing, Hitler sent out squads of men to round up dissidents and “silence” them. You know how, right? Yeah, Gonzalo Lira style.
The USA is starting it’s lock down phase.
So many things wrong about this. I will tell you all, that this is the kind of thing that I am terrified of with the USA. And one of the many, many reasons why I will never return to the United States.
Later down in this post is a video between Scott Ritter and Judge Neopalino. Watch it.
The United States is BAT SHIT CRAZY right now.
It is a hoard of zombies galloping towards war.
Fucking Crazy-Train.
Scott Ritter : On My Way to Russia I Met Big Brother.
Do you think the Chinese government has access to U.S. user data on TikTok?
Tiktok database is sitting on Oracle servers run by a US company. Do you think they’re sending China tiktok data?
And why would China want that data? To see which dance fad is in so they can do what?
The only government that is interested in that data is because Americans are saying stuff that they aren’t suppose to say. Guess who is interested in that?
What is the absolute worst thing in the world?
My friend’s father died of cancer.
This is one of the worst things of my life, and it happened yesterday.
The sad thing is that unfortunately, we follow this practice blindly.
Her father was the only earning member of the family consisting of 3 kids (all girls). Having no son is often considered a curse in India. He was diagnosed with a cancer 1.5 years ago and suddenly the cost of medical treatment shot sky high.
Because of health issues he had to leave his job , where his company paid for his medical treatment to certain extent. But finally, they surrendered.
The youngest daughter, who is my friend, is just 25 years old and was doing her post graduation. She had to force herself to earn something for the family. She started giving tuition along with a hectic job of 12 hours to run her family and to continue her father’s treatment.
This is not the worst thing yet. Here comes the worst part:
Cancer treatment is costly. She tried to get help from everywhere:
Various NGOs
Actors like Amitabh Bachchan, where his manager talked to her sweetly and gave her hope, but that help never arrived. They stopped receiving her call. He acts as the protagonist in the movie, he is not.
Cricketers like Virat Kohli and Sachin Tendulkar. Where Virat Kohli’s manager told that these cricketers are not heroes to save anyone’s life. They have to wear a mask in front of media and his fans.
And same went with Sachin’s manager, where they refused to receive her call.
Virat and Sachin played for our country, they earned money but they are not our heroes.
She started public campaign where anyone can donate money anonymously for her father, and that’s where she could manage to get some money.
Whether you believe it or not, but these common people are our heroes, who help one another.
Her father left this world but taught us an important lesson:
The absolute worst thing in the world is that we forget that our hero lives among us. These cricketers, actors, singers etc. are not our heroes. We worship them, giving them a stature equivalent to God. Why? Because they acted really well in the movie and saved people or they played really well in a cricket match and saved a match?
Not only a son can take responsibility. Give equal rights to your girl, she will never let you down.
Need to think about it seriously.
Why is Zelensky accusing China but Russia can’t?
That’s a great question. I also want to mention that the Chinese and Westerners have very different perceptions of the Russia-Ukraine conflict.
You need to understand that China is an ancient civilization. Speaking for myself, if I compare it to China, Kyiv is equivalent to Xi’an – the cradle of our nation. And Crimea is equivalent to the “Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun” in Chinese history. So, while it may be politically incorrect, I personally believe that Russia has the right to reclaim Ukraine: this is a war of unification, a just war.
Basically, any Chinese person would support Russia. Although there are many people on Chinese social media who support Ukraine, in real life there are hardly any. Those online comments are often made by bots. I don’t have evidence to prove this, it’s just the view of an ordinary Chinese person.
As for Ukraine, my view is “saddened by their misfortune, angered by their inaction.” They are being used as a pawn by external powers to stir up the European situation and weaken Russia. Such fertile land, such a highly educated population, such a strong industrial base… it’s truly heartbreaking and regrettable.
Zelensky must know he is doomed to fail. China’s industrial capability is too strong. Take the large-caliber artillery shells he has been demanding – ONE of a China’s production line can churn out 150,000 per month, almost approaching NATO’s annual output. After all, China’s annual steel production is around 1.4 billion tons, about 10 times the peak of the Soviet Union during the Cold War.
As for drones, I’m very worried that the use of this technology by both sides in the conflict may eventually prevent me from buying spare parts on Taobao… for civilian use, really! My kids and I really enjoy taking them out for aerial photography.
I admit that China is currently supplying Russia with civilian industrial goods. But honestly, if we didn’t, should we just watch the Russian people suffer? Wasn’t it Russia that taught us industrialization in the 1950s? Back then, as Mao Zedong said: “What can we make now? We can make tables and chairs, we can make teacups and teapots, we can grow grains and grind them into flour, we can also make paper.”
The Soviet Union (Russia) taught us the initial industrial foundation (the universities I attended were built with Soviet aid in the 1950s), and personally, I will be forever grateful to Russia.
Ukraine also buys a lot of Chinese products, including civilian drones. I even heard that China is considering banning the sale of even civilian products to the conflict zone…
The US is really being so overbearing. If you open a world map, you’ll find that China is surrounded by US military bases, densely packed. We feel very scared – after all, in the last war, 35 million of us were massacred by the Japanese.
If Russia fails, it will tilt toward the US, and then we will be completely surrounded.
Going back to your question, I don’t really like Zelensky. He seems to be saying: “You owe us, and Ukrainians are dying for your interests! Why don’t you help us?”
His question, if directed at the US, I think has some validity.
But the Chinese also don’t owe him anything.
As for Russia, Russia is a very proud nation, they wouldn’t say that.
Wine Pot Roast
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Yield: 6 to 7 servings
Ingredients
3 to 4 pound beef pot roast
Salt and pepper
1 small onion, chopped
1 (3/4 ounce) package brown gravy mix
1 cup water
1/4 cup ketchup
1/4 cup dry red wine
2 teaspoons Dijon-style mustard
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1/8 teaspoon garlic powder
Instructions
Sprinkle roast with flour, and brown well in small amount of oil in skillet.
Sprinkle meat with salt and pepper; place in slow cooker.
Combine remaining ingredients; pour over meat.
Cover and cook on LOW for 8 to 10 hours.
Remove meat and slice.
If desired, thicken sauce with flour dissolved in a small amount of water, and serve over meat.
What is the craziest auto accident you have ever seen that did not have a fatality?
Originally Answered: What is the craziest auto accident you have ever seen, that did not have a fatality?
I was a paramedic at the time. We got called out to an MVC (motor vehicle collision) on a rural road known for lots of curves and high speed, which don’t mix well. Well, we showed up and immediately noticed a large SUV (Chevy Suburban maybe?) on its roof. The car was trashed, having obviously rolled over several times.
There were a few other bystanders that had stopped. As we got out of the ambulance to triage the situation, bystander ran up to us yelling “there are 4 little kids trapped in the car!” Well crap.
“Medic 91 to central, start rolling me two more units code 1 for now. Possibly four trapped children in a rollover. And make sure FD is en route for extrication.”
In the medical field, we learn quickly that a quiet child is a sick child. As we approach the car, there is no crying except for mom who is bawling her eyes out next to the car. We approach now, expecting the worst.
“My babies! My babies are still in the car! Help them, help them please!”
As we assess the car, we are asking mom what happened, how many kids in the car, where they are, if they have cried or talked to her since the accident, etc. She tells us there are four kids: two sets of twins ages 1 and almost 3. They were crying and screaming after the accident but they haven’t made a sound in the last five min or so.
The roof is crushed to the point where we can’t see into the upside down vehicle very well. Still no crying from inside the vehicle. How the heck mom got out of the vehicle I’ll never know and she doesn’t remember.
Fire department pulls up and we give them the quick and dirty. They grab the jaws and pop the doors ASAP so we know what we are dealing with.
As the door pops open, I am struck by what I see. It truly brought a lump into my throat. Hanging upside down (remember, car is on the roof) are four perfectly restrained car seats with the children in them – and NOT A SCRATCH ON THEM. Apparently they had cried themselves to sleep after the accident because they were all just hanging there like bats, asleep in their car seats. Even with the sirens, jaws of life (which if you have ever been inside a car during extrication, it gets LOUD), and everything, it wasn’t until the sunlight hit their faces that they woke up and started crying again.
We got the children out of their car seats and double checked everyone. One of the 3-year-olds had a small scratch from broken glass, but nothing that needed stitches or anything. The other three were perfectly fine without a scratch.
Mom is crying tears of joy now. She says that they always put up such a fight about the car seats that she doesn’t always use them, but she did today. She thanked us profusely for “saving their lives.”
I told her “We didn’t do anything but get them out of the car. YOU saved their lives when you buckled them in. Thank YOU for saving their lives, because there is no way they would have lived through this if they weren’t buckled in properly.”
We transported everyone to the hospital to get checked out as mom likely had a concussion and because of the mechanism of injury was so significant, but all was well.
That car was one of the worst-damaged cars I’ve rolled up on and to not have any injuries on those kids was absolutely amazing.
What was that moment when you felt proud?
I was handling a flight. Everything was almost ready to go except for waiting on some more baggage. All passengers were boarded, some already offloaded due to no show, all in all the flight will be on time. I went up to the gate to get the papers from the gate staff and I noticed an adult male passenger sitting in the area and crying. That’s very unusual. I asked the gate staff what’s up with that and they told me the passenger was refused boarding due to a problem with his ticket. Apparently, his last name for this sector was misspelled by a letter, and he travelled inbound on a different airline and ticket. So, once he wanted to board he got denied at the gate. He previously tried to convince the gate staff to allow him to travel, as the reason he stated his father is in the hospital dying, and he needs to take this flight to hopefully see him before he has passed. Unfortunately, there was nothing the gate staff could do about it. He was travelling with his hand baggage only. They told him to go to the ticketing, refund the old ticket and buy a new one for the sector he will travel. It was ten minutes to departure and he couldn’t book the ticket for this flight anymore. I talked to him and he confirmed that his travel was a last minute thing. He had to fly inbound with another airline as our flight was overbooked, and then wait for this first flight to his destination, all to see his dying father. He told me he’s emotional because this means he will not be able to say his final goodbye. Seeing a grown man cry like that was a proof he’s telling the truth for me.
I did something no staff would probably ever do, and something we’re not even allowed to do.
As staff, I can issue tickets though an online system for my friends and family. I thought of something I can try to help him. I called the flight editing and asked them to open the flight as I have an urgent last minute change. Surprisingly they did. Then, I issued a staff ticket for this passenger. I let him board the flight without him knowing what I’ve done. I never asked for the money. The gate staff was shocked. I told him to get his original ticket refunded later on and wished him all the best. The man was so happy it was lovely to watch. I instructed the gate staff to keep quiet about it as we can use the staff tickets for people we know only, plus at the right time lol.
I hope he got his moments with his father before he passed. I never found out.
It made me smile and proud that I could think of that and also it surprised me that I was willing to pay for his (discounted) ticket. I did feel bad for going against the rules, but I figured I’d probably have the support of our HR in case I got reported, as they are nice and they care about people plus this story was heart warming.
Nobody reported me.
The flight went on time.
That was my good moment.
AI VIDEOS will KILL HOLLYWOOD – fable creates tv shows from prompts…
What happened in your office that became the stuff of legend?
This was in my ex-husband’s place of work, which I won’t name to protect the innocent.
He was an electronics engineer in a hospital. A lot of people raise their eyebrows when they hear that’s where he worked, as you normally associate hospitals with doctors and nurses, and if pushed, caterers, cleaners and technicians, but if you think about how many things in the average hospital run on electricity (upwards of 40,000), you start to get an idea of why a team is needed to repair, service and calibrate all this equipment.
Most of the team were great, hardworking and dedicated. There was one a**-hole. We’ll call him Henry.
Henry was a total shyster. He would come in late and go home early; he would log overtime when he hadn’t done any. If he was on emergency call-out ( the engineers took it in turns to be on-call for equipment that broke down overnight or on weekends) he would claim he’d come in for calls that were bogus – no-one had called.
He ran his own repair business using the hospital phones and equipment, when he should have been doing the hospital work.
He lied, cheated and stole and everyone hated him, but every time the bosses investigated, he pulled the race card and they were too scared of being sued, so they backed down.
But then they began to discover that his behaviour was dangerous, too.
Some of the equipment which he was supposed to have repaired started coming back into the workshop with the same fault as the original ticket. It turned out he wasn’t repairing it adequately (or at all, in some cases).
He claimed that it was an intermittent fault, and had just gone wrong again, but he was finally caught out. On the children’s ward, there was a piece of monitoring equipment which was supposed to alarm when something went wrong with the patient. It was alarming constantly, so was obviously faulty.
Henry went to fix it and came back and reported it as completed. He was so quick that his immediate superior was suspicious, so he went and checked. Henry had indeed silenced the alarm, but he’d done so by packing the speaker cone full of cotton wool, so you couldn’t hear the alarm any more! It was still sounding but was inaudible!
Of course, this was extremely dangerous as it left the little patient vulnerable, and the staff were relying on equipment that they didn’t know was faulty.
This was so serious that the bosses fired him on the spot. He appealed and went to the Union. They asked him the grounds for his appeal, and he said it was because his immediate superior was racist. This was puzzling, as they were from the same ethnic group, so he claimed that it was because he was high-caste and his boss was low-caste and was lying because he envied him, and that the union clearly didn’t understand the caste system.
They gave him their advice.
Leave before the police are called.
He left, and the glee in the entire workshop was so strong that the day was officially called Henry Day and every year a member of staff brings in cakes to celebrate Henry Day. New members of staff who never met him are regaled with the stories of what Henry used to do. It’s been going on for over ten years now, and I think it will keep going until the last person who remembers what a bastard Henry was has retired!
If a billionaire asked you to count from zero to infinity and what ever number you stop on is the amount of dollars he’ll give you, would you take the challenge? How high you think you’d get?
There are three kinds of mathematicians – those who are good at counting and those that aren’t.
Obviously you would choose to do this. If you counted one number per second, that would be 60 in a minute, and 3,600 in an hour. It isn’t hard to do this for small numbers, but when you’re at sixteen thousand four hundred eighty-six, sixteen thousand four hundred eighty-seven, etc. you slow down rapidly. So let’s say that you can do 1,000 in an hour.
How many readers are making $1,000 an hour? Very few, I’d say.
Oh it’s tedious, but you can do tedious for $1,000 an hour.
The question doesn’t say anything about breaks for eating, bathroom, or sleeping, but suppose they allow you to count for a while, write down your number when you want a break, and pick it up again. The limiting factor is that you will want to stop and get paid at some point, and that’s the end.
You’re going to want to go a long time. Say you do ten hours a day, $10,000 every day. After 100 days, you’ve got a million bucks. That’s nice, but not enough to retire comfortably. You can be at $3 million in a year.
If you have three million dollars, are you going to do this tedious counting for $10K per day? This is when you start thinking about retiring your family. Do you have brothers and sisters or kids that you want to help out?
I don’t know how terrible this would feel. Maybe after doing this hour after hour, day after day, you are in a groove and can do it fairly easily, but maybe it’s terrible concentrating on the seven digit numbers as they go.
I’m going to do somewhere between a million and six million. But I’m going to get a really good assurance that the payday is going to be there at the end, because this sounds too good to be true, so I’m going to need an iron-clad legal document backed up by an insurance policy.
I wish I had not given birth to son. It seems that it has become crime to give birth to son in India. These are the words of many Indian mothers.
He is Avadhesh Yadav.
While the entire country is rejoicing and celebrating Women’s Day, an old mother is crying inconsolably in Jhansi. Her son, Avadhesh Yadav committed suicide on February 25, 2015 because of a “woman”. This day has no meaning for her as she is confused of the word that means “Women Empowerment”. Laws that have been made to protect women, abuse of same became the reason for her son’s death.
Here are excerpts from suicide note left by Avadhesh Yadav:
My name is Avadhesh Yadav and I work in a private bank. I got married to Unnati Yadav on December 7, 2012. Within a week of marriage, she started pestering my family by asking divorce for no reason. We ignored. She never allowed me to come close to her for 2-3 months after the marriage. My father advised that with time everything will be fine. But it got only worse. She started misbehaving with my parents, hurling abuses at them. When we complained about this to her family, they gave excuses of some “external influence” on her and they would get her treated. She now started going almost every day at her home and threatened us of a dowry case if we said anything.
In September 2013, she left my home. In December, my father was getting retired and he wished that his daughter-in-law should be part of this program. We signed a mutual agreement where she accepted her wrongdoings and promised to be cordial with the family and I promised to do everything possible to take good care of her. She came back only to harass us even more. She demanded that I leave my parents. Threats of dowry and domestic violence cases increased. Things came to a point where she left my home again in July 2014 with her entire belongings.
On advice of lawyers, we filed a case of restitution of conjugal rights, requesting her to come back. Three months after that in September, she filed a false dowry and domestic violence case (498A) on me, my mother, father, elder brother and his wife. We got bail. Her brother told me she wants to come back.
I refused saying now this was not possible and suggested that we get separated amicably. He refused and threatened me of false cases of molestation, rape on my father and brother and, acid attack on me and getting me killed. Unnati eventually filed a case of molestation in January on my father and brother and they were arrested. I don’t know what will this step of mine lead to but I want to save my family from all this humiliation. After I go, they would probably be in peace. I also wish to ask our law makers, how they can make laws that give so much credence to mere words of a woman that whatever the other person is saying has no relevance. Shouldn’t the other side be heard too? My father and brother were picked up by police on her statement alone without any evidence.
My family that never even saw a police station has to now do the rounds just because of me. Without any evidence we have been labelled Criminals. Nothing that Unnati wrote about dowry or violence is true. Authorities can investigate the veracity of her statements. They claim to have spent Rs 20 lakh on the wedding; can someone ask them where did they get so much money from? They are demanding that we transfer my father’s house in her name. A person who is making such demands before even living with me, what will she do later? I do not want to see my family in pain. I could think of no other way than this to save my family. Please help my family get out of this problem.
Mummy, Papa, forgive me please and take care of yourself. Please do not cry as tears in your eyes would trouble me even more. MY LAST WISH – PLEASE LEAVE MY FAMILY MEMBERS.
Avadhesh Yadav
A case of abetment to suicide has been registered against Avadhesh’s wife and her brother. Had this been a married woman, this death would have been called “Dowry Death.” Avadhesh’s death would not be called “Reverse Dowry” death.
Had this been a married woman, leaving a three page suicide note, it would have made national headlines. This story got published in a paper or two.
Had this been a married woman, entire family of husband would have been thrown in jail, even if there was no suicide note. In this case, no one has been arrested yet. This is not just Avadhesh’s story. Several men are committing suicide because of false accusations.
As a social activist, Deepika Bhardwaj get calls from Men everyday with almost similar tales to share – refusal to any kind of physical contact by wife after marriage, threats of self harm on requests of physical intimacy, pressure of separation from parents, no participation in any household chores, treating in-laws like servants with both physical as well as mental abuse and whenever there is any argument or complaint over this behaviour, threats of a dowry case and sending every family member behind bars. One case was so horrible, that this man’s wife fought daily with him and dialled 100 blaming him instead. There was police at his home every day. Even though the police realized that the man was not at mistake, they could do little to help the man and absolutely nothing against the woman!
There is little a man can do if in an abusive relationship apart from filing divorce. And divorce mostly comes with even bigger abuse – false cases of dowry and domestic violence. Where not only you but your entire family is made to suffer!
Trauma of families trapped in false cases doesn’t end ever. Though this is a criminal provision, place of alleged “crime” makes absolutely no difference. A dowry case is usually filed by women in their own home town even though the case is state vs husband and his family. This basically means husband and his entire family travels to a different city/state for cases even if they are innocent. It takes huge toll on mind of a person when he sees his entire family suffering because of him.
Though Avadhesh hanged himself on February 25, he must have been dying inside since long. How would a man feel, if his old paralytic father is accused of molesting his own daughter-in-law? A young life snapped because of a system that doesn’t bother to verify claims made if it is by a “woman.”
In most 498A cases, either you pay huge money to the girl to settle the case or you fight in the court to prove your innocence for years and years. The latest trend is inclusion of false molestation/rape charges on father and brothers of the husband to ensure arrest of everyone and put tremendous pressure.
Being labelled a criminal when you have done no crime is painful. Being labelled a rapist when you have not done it is rape of one’s soul. Seeing your family suffer every hour because of you is nothing short of a death. She receives mails from many men who are facing false cases of either dowry or rape or molestation that they feel like committing suicide. What they don’t know is, even after their death, the charges on their family members remain. They still have to fight unless the case is quashed.
As a woman, this women’s day she begs to ask her fellow women – Is this why we demanded stringent laws? Is this what we mean by women empowerment that a woman can ruin anyone’s life if she wants? Isn’t a mother-in-law tortured by her daughter-in-law a woman? Would we ever get rid of crime against women if women start using laws as weapons and our courts get choked with false cases? Is it empowerment that a woman plays gender card and settle scores with whosoever she wants? False cases of crime against women should concern women rights activists because it hurts their cause the most. False cases are no less a crime against actual victims of these crimes. “If cry of wolf is made too often, assistance might not come when actual wolf appears.”
In India, a country of 1.3 Billion people, there is not a single dedicated platform, where half of the population of the world’s second largest democracy – MEN, can complain and be heard in an impartial, unbiased and an empathetic way to solve their problems.
We have laws to protect women.
We have laws to protect children.
We have laws to protect environment.
We have even laws to protect animals.
But,
We don’t have laws to protect men.
If you really care about men’s rights then don’t forget to sign Sign the Petition & Sign the Petition petition to constitute the “National Commission For Men” in India. This is humble request from my side.
P.S: I am not generalizing woman here in my answers. I’ll not accept & endure any sort of misandry in the comment section. If Women & her parents are misusing the legal provisions made to protect woman then they definitely deserve solid punishment. If respect of woman is important then respect of man is equally important.
Retail Theft Is Wildly Out Of Control All Over America, And It Is Only Going To Get Worse As Our Society Descends Into Anarchy
We are right in the middle of a tsunami of shoplifting that never seems to end, and as a result major retailers are closing down locations in major cities all over the country. A few years ago, videos of brazen shoplifters ruthlessly looting retail stores were shocking everyone, but now this sort of thing is so common that very few of us are shocked anymore. We have come to expect that our retail stores will be regularly looted because this is who we have become as a nation. Sadly, even many of our politicians aren’t too concerned that the impoverished masses are stealing billions of dollars worth of merchandise from our major retailers. Like so many others, maybe they figure that those retailers won’t even miss what is being taken. But the truth is that they do miss what is being taken, and CEOs have been complaining very loudly about it…
For much of the past year or so, executives at big retailers did something unusual: They talked about theft in their stores. A lot.
With a backdrop of viral videos showing brazen and violent thieves, crime became a common theme on retailers’ typically dry quarterly earnings calls. Executives often mentioned “shrink” — inventory missing for one reason or another — as a factor behind declining profits. The list grew long: Macy’s, Best Buy, Dick’s Sporting Goods, T.J.Maxx, Dollar General.
Don’t believe pro-crime progressives when they lie about public safety here in NYC: This year so far has seen 21,578 shoplifting complaints from Gotham’s retailers.
That’s a 5% increase over last year’s obscene 20,552; more than 41% of the 2024 crimes are concentrated in Manhattan.
And that’s part of an ugly, persistent trend.
Full-year numbers since 2021 have jumped from 43,892 to 59,137, an increase of almost 35% — and the real problem is surely far higher, as exhausted merchants don’t bother to report many incidents.
Even in the very best areas of the Big Apple, major retailers are being routinely ransacked, and authorities seem completely powerless to stop the endless crime wave…
Many would argue that conditions are even worse on the west coast.
“Businesses are closing left and right because of all this looting going on,” Jolly said. “The system is broken, nothing is being done about it.”
She says that when she called police to report the incident, they suggested she contact the store’s insurance company.
“I just think it’s like, the people are trying to get away with it because there’s no consequences,” Jolly said, noting that the “meltdown reaction” came from a place of concern for her community and even the girl in the video. “I’m worried for her and she’s already doing this.”
It wasn’t like this when I was growing up.
But this is our country now.
In a desperate attempt to reduce shoplifting in his stores, Dollar General CEO Todd Vasos is removing self-checkout options in thousands of locations…
Dollar General CEO Todd Vasos said Thursday that the company plans to remove self-checkout from “the vast majority of stores” as part of larger overall shrink reduction efforts that include changes in supply chain and merchandising. Dollar General has already removed self-checkouts from 12,000 of its more than 20,000 stores, Vasos said.
Walmart is also removing self-checkout kiosks from many stores, and the number of products that are being locked up just continues to increase…
A frustrated Walmart customer has revealed the latest item to be locked up on the shopfloor during the shoplifting crackdown – and it only costs $1.50.
Victoria Damor, 22, from Las Vegas, made a TikTok detailing her shocking experience at the big box retailer last month.
Her video, which she posted under her handle @toridamore, has already been seen by almost 90,000 people, who have flocked to the comments to share their outrage.
Talking to the camera, the shopper exclaimed: ‘This is the future of Walmart. I can’t even walk into Walmart and pick up a nail file worth $1.50 because it’s locked up.
When a $1.50 nail file has to be locked up in a cage so that the thieves can’t get at it, your country is in huge trouble.
Of course it isn’t just the United States that is descending into anarchy.
Shoplifting has also risen to unprecedented levels all over Europe.
For example, just check out these eye-popping figures from the UK…
According to the Office for National Statistics, 2023 was the worst year on record for shoplifting, with more than 430,000 cases recorded, an increase of more than a third from the year before. But that is probably just a fraction of the real number. The British Retail Consortium – the body representing almost all of the major retail chains, incorporating food and drink, fashion, DIY, health and beauty and more – recently reported that incidents of customer theft more than doubled from 8m to 16.7m in the period between 1 September 2022 and 31 August 2023. Losses reached £1.8bn, up from £950m the year before.
Throughout the western world, the numbers are moving in the wrong direction.
If things are this bad now, what will happen once economic conditions become extremely harsh?
“Raymond Hayes, I realize the chariot race is enthralling, but kindly postpone Ben Hur until we have given due course to Hamlet.” Mr. Stevens stood by the high schooler’s desk. Ray sighed and tucked the errant book away. Would it matter if he countered that he’d already read Hamlet three times? That he didn’t think Ophelia really went mad, or died? That her story, her grief and eventually, her restoration, was more significant than anyone claimed, because her story showed the undying power of love? Mr. Stevens droned on, already back at the front of the classroom. Ray stared at the lines of Shakespeare in front of him, his mind already racing to the release of the bell.“Why do I have to sit for five hours learning what I already know?” He ranted to his father, Raymond Sr., that evening in early Spring. The elder Ray had found his son combing the abandoned quarry again. At least this time, it was after, and not during, school hours. Ray Sr. knew better than to argue with his son when he was in one of these moods. Truth be told, he agreed with his namesake, though he urged him to hold on through the end of his senior year. Ray’s late mother, God rest her soul, always told him their miracle child had an exceptional aptitude for learning. “For sensing,” she would correct her husband, gently. “Ray can find things nobody else can see.”Upstairs in his room, Ray reached under his pillow and pulled out the canvas-wrapped package. His fingers tingled, just as they did when he first pulled it out of the quarry that morning. He favored the quarry for its depth and history. The scars on the walls told stories even when those who made them had long gone silent. Down on the floor of the quarry, beyond the reach of humankind, Ray would tuck himself into a shallow notch, pull out his notebook, and write as the run rose.
Only this morning, when leaned back into the cool rock, he was startled by the touch of something downright cold. He whirled, but could see nothing in the shadowed recess. He felt blindly in the direction of the chill, until he found it. The package. He thought he was the only person in town who ever visited this graveyard. At first, Ray decided to tuck the package back where he found it. Someone would surely come for it. When he found himself sketching wrapped boxes during geometry class later that morning, he decided: if it was still there when he left school, he would retrieve it.
Now the package was on his bed. He carefully unfolded the olive drab cloth. Paper. A whole stack of it. The top sheet bore two typewritten lines: The Lost Letters, by M.R. McKennon. Ray turned the page. The crisp black typeset was interspersed with navy ink in a flowing script. Ray felt a pang of unease. This was someone’s manuscript-in-progress. Certainly the author would need this. He should replace the top page, wrap it securely, return it to the quarry. He would, tomorrow. Ray skipped past the page headed, Foreword, and began to read.
***
Darling,
I hope this letter finds you well. I know I just sent you a letter a few days ago and goodness, you might not receive these in proper order. I hope you don’t mind too much. I think about you much more often than I write. I’m afraid to write more often, for you will call me a silly girl, and look, I haven’t said anything sensible so far, so of course you’ll be right. We are well, here. Auntie helped me fix up my old blue dress – do you remember the one from the dance? When that blonde’s heel got caught in the back of my skirt during the hop and you had to walk behind me all the way home? I’m giggling just thinking of it. Do you remember how close you stood to me when we waited at that busy street corner? I can feel you, there, Darling, when I close my eyes. Close your eyes, too, and feel me close until I can hold you again. Love, Your Rosie
***
Ray’s bachelor status changed the summer he graduated. That summer, pumping gas for Mr. O’Shea, he watched the prettiest brunette in God’s earth walk tidily off the bus at the corner and into the filling station. She bought a soda from the cooler, and then stood in the shade of the storefront, politely sipping her drink.
“Are ye gonna cap me tank or not, sonny?” Mr. O’Shea queried, mischievously rolling his eyes from girl to boy. Ray fumbled through his task, failing to collect payment until Mr. O’Shea leaned out his car door and stuffed the cash into Ray’s pocket. “Keep the change, lad, and eh…” he realized Ray wasn’t listening, “try to keep yer head…teehee!” Ray ran his hand through his hair (twice) and approached the fair maiden.
“You’re new in town.” He tried to act cool.
She smiled sweetly – more confidently, too, than the girls at school, who typically melted under a fella’s proffered grin or pleasantry. “Actually, I grew up here.”
Ray regrouped, “I’ve been here all my life. I’d surely remember a face as pretty as yours.” His boldness finally succeeded. She blushed, and held out her hand.
“I’m Madeline Leath. I moved away a few years ago, but I’ve come back to live with my aunt.”
Some folks say it was Madeline who gripped harder, but that’s hearsay. Madeline held on, longer. Ray escorted her to her aunt’s doorstep, but bowed out of the offered introduction. He still wasn’t heeding Mr. O’Shea’s advice as he crossed the street, so he was nearly laid out by a Chevy. The driver swerved, and over the irate horn honking, Ray heard the aunt’s welcome. “Madeline Rose! How you’ve grown! Come in, dear, and tell me: who is that handsome young man who walked you up the drive?”
***
I met the sweetest boy, today. He nearly tripped over himself, but oh, he is such a catch.
***
Ray sat in his alcove, flipping through the manuscript. Yes, he had returned it to the quarry. But every few days, it reappeared; sometimes with new or rearranged pages, always with a myriad of notes. The handwritten notes were more interesting than the letters. For it was indeed letters – a collection of exchanged letters – that slowly expanded the typewritten text. So far, they were mostly of the ilk of the first sample he’d read. More sap that even his lovestruck self could admit to reading. He skimmed most of the lovers’ notes, favoring the challenge of decoding the swirling navy script. This morning, he read a clear “she doesn’t yet know” in the margin of a letter. What didn’t the woman know that M.R. McKennon did?
Ray set the manuscript down. That was the last of the new additions. He had pieced together a long-distance relationship – a courtship, maybe. The fellow in the pair was traveling. He wrote one letter referencing Georgia humidity. Ray wondered if the fellow was in the oil industry. He mentioned drilling.
***
Darling,
I’m sorry I haven’t written you much. I’ve been getting over this awful flu. Auntie was up and about in three days, but you know Auntie. I haven’t been able to keep anything down, which isn’t helping (as Auntie is fond of reminding me). Your father was a dear and drove me out to our spot last night to try to raise my spirits. It did make me think of you, but then of course I cried. It hurts my head to write, Darling, so I’ll finish this later.
***
Ray had never planned anything like he planned his proposal to Madeline Rose. He even made the picnic sandwiches, a herculean effort with a commensurate wake of crumbs and butter smears on the kitchen table. In retrospect, the shambles could be called a foreshadowing. Halfway to Madeline’s, it started raining. Naturally, he neglected to pack an umbrella. For that matter, he neglected to notice the weather, so bright was his heart shining. It wasn’t until he stood on Madeline’s front stoop like a stray kitten that he grasped his situation. Much to her credit, Madeline tied her hair back in a scarf, hopped on her bicycle, and said, “I hope whatever tree we’re picknicking under has good cover!” That was when he course-corrected to the quarry.
“I didn’t know it was safe down here,” she pressed close as they descended the slick path. Ray was about to relieve her fears, but thought better of it. Instead, he slipped his arm around her waist. “Just hold on tight.” When they rested in the notch, Ray recalculated his plans. He slipped a hand into his pocket for the tenth time. His mother’s ring was still there.
“Ray, look at this!” Madeline held out a package.
Ray was examining their waterlogged lunch. Of course he had forgotten to wrap the sandwiches. “Yeah, it’s the manuscript.”
“Raymond Hayes, are you writing a book?” She tore at the wrapping.
“No, no, it’s just something I found. Every so often, it reappears. I think the author is stashing it here.”
Madeline was quickly engrossed in the work. “Oh, aren’t these just beautiful letters!” She exhaled dreamily. Ray frowned. His plans were unraveling, and now his girl was falling for another fella’s love notes. “Those are old notes, Rosie,” he poked, using a nickname he’d picked up from her aunt. “The M.R. McKennon guy is typing them out to preserve them, I guess.”
“McKennon is not a ‘guy,’ Raymond.” Madeline peered over the top of the manuscript.
“What?”
“If you read the Foreword, you’d know it’s a woman. She says she’s compiling her parents’ correspondence and journal entries from before her birth. She says, for many years she only had her father’s letters, until recently when some revered fellow gave her a packet with all her mother’s letters, including…” Madeline paused, “oh, no, Ray, it says, including her father’s last letter which had never been mailed.” She looked up with teary eyes. “That’s so tragic.”
This was getting unluckier by the minute. Ray pulled Madeline up and out into the pouring rain. “Leave that, Rosie.”
“Why?” She didn’t pull away.
“Because I want you to marry me.”
“Raymond! We’ve only been dating three months! What will people say?”
“To hell with what they say.”
***
People didn’t say much, at least not to their faces. Every housewife in town kept a well-trained eye on Rosie’s middle, which certainly did not expand in the first four months of their marriage. Whether that was a relief or disappointment to the uprights of the community, is less certain. What did expand was the realization that falling in love is only the door to learning to love.
Ray took a second job the summer he graduated high school and married Madeline Rose. “I’m doing this for us,” he reminded her whenever she hinted at their diminished time together. He’d wave his arm around their bedroom, “Do you want to always live here, in Dad’s upstairs?” When November stripped the trees, Ray took a third job, and Madeline spent nights crying into a cold bed.
In his spare moments, Ray would slip, alone, into his spot at the quarry. He was grateful for the days he found the manuscript to distract his thoughts. The affection between the correspondents was so constant. He and Madeline couldn’t even have a civil conversation these days. She was getting more emotional, haranguing him about little things. Didn’t she understand a fellow who worked his tail off needed a moment to breathe every so often? His logic was irrefutable in the silence of the quarry.
“But, Ray, Darling, you said you’d help, remember?” Madeline was practically pleading. She hadn’t used his pet name in some time. Now she was edging carefully around his pride in bringing up a conversation he barely remembered having. “Ray, Darling,” she took a breath, “Remember, we were sitting here having coffee, and I asked if you were scheduled to work December 7th because I needed help assembling sets for the Christmas pageant…” she trailed off. Ray’s face was dark as he stormed out of the house. Madeline walked to church that morning, alone.
***
December 7, 1941
Today the world broke. But before that, I broke Rosie’s heart.
***
Fort Benning, Georgia, was already sweltering in April. Private Raymond Hayes felt the beads of sweat race down his spine. He had been sitting on his bunk for nearly twenty minutes, pen gripped in one hand, notepad in another. He had to post his letter today, but what to say? He hadn’t written Madeline since he’d arrived in January. Ray rubbed his forehead. In his mind, he went back to the quarry, to the cool alcove. Suddenly, he knew what to write.
Rosie,
Sorry it’s been so long, Honey. Don’t worry, I’m eating well. Been having loads of fun drilling in this Georgia humidity. Getting transferred to New Jersey. Will write once I arrive. I promise. Love to Dad and Auntie.
***
Ray sat at a small cafe in London on his three-day leave. The tea here was better than the coffee, but he still needed both to assuage the pain building in his temples. He read the letter for the seventh time.
Ray Darling,
I cannot tell you how many times I wish I had defied Auntie and taken the bus to met you before you departed to England. Not only to hold you again (how I miss you, Darling!), but because I wanted to tell you in person. Don’t be angry with Auntie. She was worried for me after that…sickness. I blame myself for not being there to see you off. I’m glad to hear the English people treat you well. I hope our package will make its way to you before long. The mail is dreadfully slow and your last letter had a hole cut into it. Army work. They are determined to cut into my heart. But, Darling, I haven’t told you yet. I didn’t know, honestly, and then you were off to England and I didn’t want to burden you but Ray, we are going to have a baby. Can you believe it? I’m certain it’s a girl. Auntie says I’m silly, but I just know.
Love,
Rosie
P.S. I’m thinking of “Mary Rose” for the baby – Mary for your mother, of course, and Rose for the baby’s. What do you think?
***
June 4, 1944
It’s happening. The air is electric with our thoughts. Soon, is all Lt. will tell us. Tonight, I’m content to wait, here.
Ray paused, hunched over in his bunk. Then he laid his journal, pens, and Rosie’s letters on top of the olive-drab canvas fragment. Wrapping them tightly, he pressed his back into the wall and drew a long breath. The three-level bunks in the barracks were no quarry, but looking up from where he sat, the men lying in them or meandering about made a rippling wall, alive with their stories.
“Hayes, you gonna sleep like that?” James McKennon cocked his head in front of Ray’s bunk. Smoke from countless cigarettes wound its way from soldier to soldier, trails linking soul to soul. Ray fingered the photograph in his breast pocket one last time, then held it out. “McKennon, have you met my Rosie?”
***
June 6, 1944
Salty air whipped the soldiers’ faces. The heaving Channel seemed at war with itself to both bring them to their destination and hold them back in warning. Ray noticed Chaplain Smith moving from man to man, offering quiet words or a smoke. When he came near, Ray touched his arm. “Chaplain, sir? Could I ask a favor?”
“Of course, soldier,” the older man waited.
“Uh, no offense, sir,” Ray queried, “but you aren’t Catholic, are you? I mean,” he quickly clarified, “you are, back in the States, a Reverend, and not a Father?”
The man smiled, “I think Father Murphy is below deck at the moment. Should I fetch him?”
“Oh, no, sir, I was looking for,” Ray smiled for the first time that day, “a ‘revered’ person.”
Now it was the Reverend’s turn to smile. “I’m not sure if I qualify for that title, but I’ll do my best to be of assistance.”
Ray held out the package. “Would you take this, sir? Would you get it to…to…” he swallowed. “There’s an address on the letters.”
The Reverend tucked the package under his arm and placed his other hand on Ray’s shoulder. For a long moment neither spoke.
***
My Darling Rosie,
It seems like only yesterday you stepped off that bus. Only yesterday you stood in front of the pulpit, hiding behind that veil, daring me to tear it off. Time surely marches forward, my darling. We try to cling to moments like sand being washed off a beach. Time marches forward. For how many thousand years has the tide pulled against the shore? Yet the shore remains, Rosie. The castles we built together may wash away, but as the Good Book says (yes, your Ray has been paying attention, darling), “Love never ends.” I love you, darling. Stand on the shore as the waves roll in and feel me reach for you, again.
Until we meet again,
your loving Ray
***
Suddenly, someone hurried by, then another. Then it began. The guns. The shouting. The boats. Lower, lower, crash. The raining of spray and bullets. The door, dropping like the gate of hell. The Lt. gripping his rifle, shouting to his men. Forward!
“Americans Will Be Poor Overnight!” – Reaction To China & Brazil Agreement To Ditch US Dollar
[But if this is causing such controversy and posing such a risk, why are Western politicians so determined to continue supporting Ukraine?]
"Because they think they can win.
So I also think about this a lot, because they’re sane people, and they can’t want destruction and war – or at least only for very good reasons.
And obviously, they must have something which keeps their sense of danger lower than ours, otherwise, they’d behave like us.
I think geographical distance has a bearing on this.
So one factor is that the big European states are further away from Russia than Central Europe is.
They think of Ukraine as a buffer zone between them and Russia – and of course, there’s also Central Europe.
That’s how it used to be, didn’t it? That’s what they used us for.
So they think they’re further away from the real risk than Central Europe is.
Of course, Central Europeans are wailing about this, and the Hungarian prime minister is beating out fires, scaremongering, and talking about the damage of war.
This may be true in Central Europe, but on the Atlantic coast, in France, how can it be?
Of course, this argument ignores the fact that modern technology can cover greater distances than in previous wars; but all the same, their sense of security is much stronger than that of the Hungarians.
Not to mention that they’ve won wars.
And they still think – and I now think that this is the most important reason that they’re behaving differently from us – that they want to win this war against Russia, they want to defeat Russia.
Of course, sometimes they say it like this, and sometimes they say that the Russians mustn’t win.
But the point is the same: they want to achieve military success against Russia – at any cost."
Excerpt from remarks by Viktor Orbán, Prime Minister of Hungary, in an interview with Zsolt Törőcsik on the Kossuth Radio programme “Good Morning Hungary,” May 31, 2024.
“The End of Everything,” with Victor Davis Hanson | Uncommon Knowledge
When a Chinese person gets cancer in China, is it better for him to treat his cancer in USA as long as he can afford it?
I have a facsimile of this, but it’s not the USA.
It’s China and the UK.
My mother got cancer in the 1990s we were in the UK at the time. She was seen quickly treated within 3 weeks and was back home within a month. She got it again several times. Each time it was the same.
She didn’t feel well so she went to her GP, she was referred to a specialist, tests were done a further follow up before admission to hospital for treatment.
Over time the gaps between those events became longer and longer. As above in the 1990s it was measured in days. By the 00s it was measured in weeks.
My dad was in the UK in December 2023. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer by a UK GP, it took him 3 weeks to get a GP appointment and the follow up with a specialist was something like a month later. He literally said fuck this and took a flight to Shenzhen. He paid out of pocket £3900* and he was seen by a specialist immediately and was in surgery 48 hours later then had radiotherapy and by January 2024 he was back to normal again. He goes back to the hospital in Shenzhen for checkups.
While you might think £3900 is a fortune in the PRC, it’s not that £3900 was fully out of pocket. No health insurance whatsoever. My dad is a Chinese citizen but a HKSAR citizen meaning he’s not fully covered by the PRC health insurance system.
Had he taken treatment in the UK, likely he would pay nothing out of pocket. But it would have taken several months to get to the surgery/treatment stage and life is way too short to be have that hanging over your head.
Tropical Beef
tropical beef
Ingredients
2 pounds beef top round steak, trimmed of fat
2 large onions, cut into 12 thin wedges each
1 (20 ounce) can unsweetened pineapple chunks, juice reserved
1/2 cup beef broth
5 tablespoons red wine vinegar, divided
3/4 teaspoon garlic powder
3/4 teaspoon seasoned salt
3/4 teaspoon paprika
1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
1 green bell pepper, cut into 1-inch squares
1 red bell pepper, cut into 1-inch squares
3 tablespoons brown sugar
1 1/2 tablespoons cornstarch
2 tablespoons soy sauce
2 large tomatoes, cut into wedges
Instructions
Cut the beef into thin strips diagonally across the grain.
Add to a 3 1/2 to 4 quart slow cooker.
Add the onions, pineapple juice, broth, 3 tablespoons of the vinegar, garlic powder, seasoned salt, paprika, and black pepper. Mix well.
Cover and cook on LOW for 6 to 6 1/2 hours or until the beef is just tender.
Increase the setting to HIGH.
Stir in the green and red pepper squares and the brown sugar.
Mix together the cornstarch, soy sauce, and remaining 2 tablespoons vinegar.
Stir into the cooker, blending well.
Cook, covered, on HIGH for 45 to 60 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the sauce thickens slightly.
Just before serving, stir in the tomato wedges and pineapple chunks.
Serve over cooked white rice.
What Western Media Won’t Tell Us: we’re being lied to in a big way
Nothing too special or difficult to make, just some quick and easy prepackaged stuff that most of my readership can get without too much trouble.
Top of the list is WELL-SALTED potato chips. Yes. Plain “American style” potato chips with lots of salt. Like Wise brand, or Lays brand.
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Here in China there are all kinds of odd potato chip flavors.
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But honestly I like the good old fashioned plain stuff.
With dip.
Must have a good onion dip. Don’t you know.
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You can buy the ingredients to make your own dip, here in China, it’s just that because they are rare, they are expensive as all fuck. Which is why, and I suggest, that you all just make a big pot of chili instead.
Here’s a good recipe.
Sour Cream and Onion Dip
Ingredients:
1 medium onion, finely minced
Olive oil
Sea salt
Black pepper
1 clove garlic, pressed through garlic press
2 teaspoons soy sauce
1 tablespoons dried minced onion
16 ounce container organic, full-fat sour cream
¾ ounce package chives, finely minced (about a scant ½ cup)
¾ teaspoon granulated onion
Pinch white pepper
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Preparation:
Begin by gathering and prepping all of your ingredients according to the ingredients list above to have ready and organized for use.
Place a large skillet over medium-high heat, and add about 1 ½ tablespoons of olive in; once hot, add in the minced onion along with a pinch or two of salt and pepper, and saute the onions for 10-12 minutes until deeply browned and caramelized.
Stir the garlic into the caramelized onions, and once aromatic, remove the mixture from the heat. Spoon the caramelized onions into a bowl, add in the soy sauce and the dried minced onions, and fold together to combine. Allow the onion mixture to completely cool.
Once the onion mixture is completely cool, spoon your sour cream into a large bowl. Add in the cooled caramelized onion mixture, the minced chives, more sea salt (I added about ¾ teaspoon more, but add according to your taste), a pinch more black pepper (about ⅛ teaspoon), the granulated onion, and the pinch of white pepper.
Gently Fold the mixture together until completely blended and combined, then spoon into a clean serving bowl or container. Allow the sour cream and onion dip to chill in the fridge for 1-2 hours to deepen the flavors (or even overnight if serving the next day), or enjoy immediately with chips and/or cut veggies.
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Tips & Tidbits for my Sour Cream and Onion Dip:
Organic sour cream for quality and flavor: If possible, opt for organic, full-fat sour cream for this dip, as you can taste the difference in the flavor and quality of the dairy. Full-fat sour cream makes for a richer, creamier dip, but if you wish to make this a lower fat sour cream and onion dip, then feel free to use a reduced fat sour cream.
White or yellow onion for caramelizing: When it comes to mincing and caramelizing the onion, you can use either traditional white or yellow onion for this. Because I typically have white onions on hand, I use those. But either yellow or white onions will work perfectly here.
Chives, or even green onions, for freshness: I like using delicate chives for the fresh aspect of this dip, but if you have green onions on hand, you can easily substitute those. Just slice/mince them up finely, and use the same amount as you would with the chives.
Allow the sour cream and onion dip to “chill”: While you can certainly immediately dive right into your dip as soon as you make it, I like to allow the flavors to mingle and intensify a little bit by allowing the dip to chill in the fridge for a couple of hours before enjoying. If you’d like to prepare this dip as something to serve for a gathering the next day, you can even make it the day before.
Delicious dip-able options: Thick, ridge-cut potato chips are fantastic with this sour cream and onion dip, but if you’d like to go a healthier route, opt for cut radishes, cucumbers, carrots, celery, and cauliflower and broccoli florets.
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Oh…
I know, I know…
“Who Cares?
Well, I do. How about making up a bath of dip and trying this out. Maybe it’s been a while for you. Maybe it’s too salty. Maybe it’s just so plain that you never give it a moment’s thought. But guys…
How about chips with Chili?
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Best Bowl of Chili
What makes this the best bowl of chili ever?
It has just the right amount of heat, flavor, and consistency. The combo of well-seasoned beef, tomatoes, spices, and beans is phenomenal.
But the cheese and sour cream on top take it to the next level. Plus, it contains a secret ingredient you may not have thought of — beer!
It’s a snap to make, meal prep-friendly, and ready in an hour. This truly is, hands down, the best chili recipe!
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Ingredients
Want to know what goes into the best chili recipe? Here are all the secret ingredients:
Ground Beef – As it’s a primary ingredient in chili, use good-quality ground beef, such as lean Angus or brisket. Also, you may want the meat to fat ratio to be 85:15, otherwise, your chili will be too greasy.
Onion and Garlic – For aroma and flavor.
Chili Powder, Cumin, Oregano, Cayenne Pepper, Tabasco – It’s not called chili for nothing! These herbs and spices will add a nice kick to your chili.
Canned Kidney Beans – I prefer red kidney beans, but you can also use pinto or black beans.
Diced Tomatoes in Can – The flavor base of the soup.
Tomato Paste – Acts as a thickener and a flavoring agent as well.
Jalapenos – For even more heat. Add or lessen according to taste.
Sugar – Do not skip the sugar, as it counteracts the acidity in the tomatoes and the heat from the spices. If your diet prohibits granulated sugar, use Splenda instead.
Beer – The secret ingredient! The starches in beer help thicken the chili. It’s also there for flavor, so use one you actually like. I highly recommend Modelo Negro and Newcastle Brown Ale.
Cheese – It turns chili from delicious to delectable. You can use either cheddar or Mexican mix cheese.
Sour Cream – For a cool and creamy contrast to the hot chili.
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Tips for the Best Chili
Take your chili from good to great with these tips:
Control the heat. A lot of people ask me how to make chili less spicy, and I find the best way is to make your own spice blend (or use mild taco seasoning). That way, you can add more or less heat as you see fit.
Swap the meat. If your diet doesn’t allow you to eat beef, use ground chicken or turkey.
Skip the beer. If you don’t have beer on hand, swap it with a mixture of vodka, coke, and brown sugar.
Make extra and freeze it for later. Chili freezes beautifully, so pop individual portions in the freezer. It’s a great way to meal prep and get dinner on the table at the same time.
Chili Toppings
No bowl of chili is complete without the toppings! So here are some ideas for customizing your bowl:
Tone down the heat. If you find your chili too spicy, here’s a quick fix: add a splash of lime or lemon juice. The acidity from the fruit dials down the heat from the chili, resulting in a perfect balance of flavors.
Dollop with Greek yogurt. Want sour cream but trying to watch your diet? Enjoy a bowl without all the guilt by using Greek yogurt instead.
Top with bacon sour cream. If you don’t mind the calories at all, go all out with bacon-infused sour cream!
Serve with cornbread. In the mood for a southern classic? Cornbread is the way to go.
Drizzle with honey. Can’t get enough of a sweet and salty combo? Me too! I like to drizzle some honey over this chili. It’s a definite must-try!
Give it a Tex-Mex touch. Top your chili with salsa and guacamole for a drool-worthy mash-up of southern and Tex-Mex cuisines.
Add some crunch. Add an element of crunch to your all-tender chili: whether it’s croutons or crackers, you can’t go wrong.
How To Thicken Chili
Chili too runny? Don’t give up! There are tons of ways to thicken up that thin soup.
Here are a few methods to choose from:
Simmer without the lid. Do so for 20 to 30 minutes. This will help evaporate excess liquid from the chili, resulting in a thick consistency.
Add more beans and mash them. Breaking beans up will release their natural starches, causing the soup to thicken.
Mix in cornstarch of flour. Spoon a bit of chili into a bowl and mix in 1 to 2 tablespoons of cornstarch or flour. Place the mixture back into the pot and stir constantly until thick.
Add more tomato paste. What I love about this technique is apart from helping with the consistency, it also adds flavor and color to the chili. If your chili starts to taste bitter, counter it with a bit of sugar.
Serve with cornbread or cheese. If the chili is already out of the pot, just serve it with cornbread and more shredded cheese. This will thicken up the stew nicely.
I like to double the batch and freeze half. So I get dinner and a week’s worth of meals in one!
To Store: Transfer the cooled leftovers to an airtight container. Refrigerate for 4 to 5 days.
To Freeze: Place the cooled chili into airtight containers. Divide into single servings if desired. Freeze for up to 3 months.
What are some psychological facts that people don’t know?
If someone can’t cry, he/she is emotionally numb.
Psychologically, we tend to ignore those who adore us and pay more attention to those who ignore us
Psychology says when your mood randomly goes from happy to sad, it’s often an indication that you’re missing someone.
. Stomach acid (conc. HCl) is strong enough to dissolve. Razor blades!!
A human brain has a capacity to store 5 times as much information as Wikipedia
Laziness and inactivity kills just as many people as smoking.
You are more likely to achieve your goals if you keep them a secret.
Your decisions are more rational when thought in another language.
While talking to someone, if you use their name, it will make them like you.
Once you really accept your flaws, no one can hurt you using them.
Pain can make you stronger. Fear can make you braver. Don’t be afraid of them.
Most of your problems are due to two reasons: you act without thinking, or you think without acting.
This is not exactly psychological, but it will affect you psychologically. With every breath you take, someone somewhere has taken their last.
What is the sleaziest, dirtiest trick an auto insurance company tried to pull on you? Did they succeed?
A drunk driver crossed three lanes of traffic and I broadsided his full size van. His insurance company only offered me the amount of my deductibles ($1000 for collision and $300 for personal injury). Like how did they know the exact amount of my deductible?
I had been using my insurance company for over 35 years. They were literally no help. The amount of money they offered me for my car was less than the guaranteed trade in value if I had gone to the dealer and bought a new car.
My insurance company treated me like I was at fault. I always thought that if I was in an accident, it would be me and my company against the other driver and his company. Nope, it was me against everyone.
I hate to admit it, but I contacted one of those personal injury law firms that advertise on TV.
This one had a branch less than a mile from my home.
I wasn’t looking for a jackpot; I just wanted to be made whole and get a comparable replacement vehicle. The payout for my paid for vehicle was about $2500 shy of what the guaranteed trade in value was. I would have been happy with my deductible plus the difference between what my insurance paid out and what my vehicle was worth as a trade.
So, about $4000 would have made me whole. This doesn’t even consider the day of the accident was my 25th wedding anniversary. We had plans for the week and instead I was taking a part in medical appointments and treatment.
The law firm, actually some unnamed lawyer and not one of the partners from the commercials, sent a couple letters and the at fault insurance company sent a $10,000 settlement. The law firm kept 33% and we got the rest.
So they ended up paying two and a half times what I would have been satisfied with, about what the lawyers got.
What’s the most savage way you’ve seen someone get fired?
This is an edited repost of my answer to a similar question.
I’ve fired several folks who deserved it (for a while that was part of my job), but this one stands out in my memory.
(I’ll call him) ‘John’ was the assistant manager of the electronics retail store (TVs, VCRs, and audio equipment) that I had been, just the day before, sent to manage. We had the ‘big screen’ projection TVs arranged in living room groups, so folks could better envision what it would look like in their home. (This was in the mid 80s, before LCD TVs or monitors.) Something like this:
Since I’d been warned of what he’d been doing, I went to the mall a half hour before opening to observe for myself whether or not it was true. Sure enough, ‘’John’ showed up right at opening time, when we’re scheduled to be there a half hour before to get things turned on and do the other opening tasks.
Ok, but surely that’s not enough to fire him for? Correct. I wouldn’t fire someone for that, and certainly not the first time I knew about it.
Once there, he plopped his butt on a couch and proceeded to read the newspaper and drink his coffee, and completely ignored the 3 customers that came in during the first half hour. I then walked over to the store. He jumped up, said ‘Marty! what are you doing here? You’re not scheduled in until 1.’
I said ‘Firing you. Get out.’ Rarely had firing someone ever been easier.
In addition to ‘salespersons’ we also had ‘cashiers’ in the store. Their job was to take care of smaller sales (VCR tapes, cables, adapters, and movie rentals) so the actual ‘salespersons’ weren’t distracted from a potential big sale by a 99-cent movie rental. Salespersons earned commission, but cashiers did not.
‘Wanda’ was the cashier on duty that morning; she had talked to all three of the customers that John had completely ignored. She made a $750 sale (roughly $2200 in 2024 dollars) to the last of those three. As she was getting ready to ring it out on the cash register, she asked me what ‘number’ to ring it up under, since John had told her before to always use his number for big items, and he wasn’t here anymore.
I knew she expected me to tell her to use my number, but instead I asked her what the highest number we were using was and she said ‘8, but were not using 5 right now.” I told her to ring it under 5.
She said ‘I just told you we don’t have a 5!”
I responded “We do now, and her name’s ‘Wanda”.
I’ve rarely in my life seen a smile that big, and she went on to be the #1 salesperson in the store for 2 years running, that I know of. 🙂
Doritos Chicken Casserole
Nacho cheese Doritos chicken casserole is rich, creamy, and packed full flavor!
Cheesy. Doritos. Chicken. Casserole. How amazing does that sound? This flavor-packed casserole is sure to become a new family favorite!
It’s a creamy casserole loaded with cheese and shredded chicken, then topped with crispy Nacho Cheese Doritos. The Doritos make an amazing cheesy crust that turns the humble casserole up a notch!
Doritos Chicken Casserole
I love casseroles because they’re always so easy to make! This casserole takes just 10 minutes to prepare and uses minimal dishes, so cleanup is always so easy!
This super cheesy, crispy Doritos chicken casserole is so fun – you have to make it tonight! It’s a wholesome and absolutely delicious dinner that my family loved and yours will too!
Why This Recipe Works!
Ultra-Cheesy! This amazing casserole is loaded up with cream cheese, Mexican cheese, and topped with Nacho Cheese Doritos! It’s the cheesiest casserole ever! All-in-One Dinner! Casseroles are so great for dinner because it’s a complete meal! This casserole is so filling and wholesome! Super Kid-Friendly! Got picky eaters? There’s no way this Doritos topped casserole won’t become one of their favorites!
Ingredients
ingredients
1 tablespoon Olive Oil – Or another oil with a high smoke point.
¼ cup Yellow Onion – This is about ½ a medium sized onion, diced. You can also use white onion, if preferred!
21.5 ounces Cream of Chicken Condensed Soup – This is equal to two 10.75-ounce cans of cream of chicken soup.
10 ounces RoTel Diced Tomatoes with Green Chiles –1 can of RoTel makes this dish extra flavorful!
1 ½ tablespoons Taco Seasoning –Make my simple recipe or use your favorite store-bought brand, like Ortega.
4 ounces Cream Cheese – The cream cheese should be softened and brought to room temperature. I recommend cubing or cutting up the cream cheese into chunks to make it melt more easily.
15.25 ounces Black Beans – 1 15.25-ounce can of black beans, drained and rinsed.
4 cups Cooked Chicken – The chicken should be shredded for this recipe! I like to use leftover rotisserie chicken to make this meal super easy.
9 ounces Nacho Cheese Doritos – This is equivalent to one regular size bag of Doritos. The chips should be crushed and divided into two portions.
2 cups Mexican Cheese Blend – I like a finely shredded Mexican cheese blend. This should also be divided into two 1 cup portions.
¼ cup Cilantro – Cilantro is an optional, but a recommended addition. If using, make sure it’s fresh and roughly chopped.
Substitutions & Additions
This quick casserole is fantastic as is, but you can easily customize it! Here are a few delicious variations you can try:
Rice – You can make this meal a little extra filling by adding 1 or 2 cups of plain, cooked white rice.
Jalapeños – Add a little Tex-Mex spice with some diced fresh or pickled jalapeños! You can also add chopped chipotles in adobo (dried jalapeños) for a different layer of spice!
Corn – You can easily sneak in extra veggies by adding in a little fire-roasted corn into the chicken mixture.
Red Bell Pepper – Sauté some diced red bell pepper with the onion for extra flavor and color!
Instructions
This easy casserole is as simple as it is downright delicious! You don’t need any special equipment here, just a large skillet and a baking dish!
Instructions
Prepare. Start by preheating your oven to 350°F (175°C), while you heat a large skillet with 1 tablespoon of olive oil over medium heat. Next, lightly grease a 9×13 baking dish with non-stick cooking spray or oil and set aside.
Make Sauce. Once the oil is heated and shimmering, add ¼ cup of diced yellow onion and sauté until fragrant and tender, or about 4 to 5 minutes. Then, pour in 21.5 ounces of condensed cream of chicken soup, 10 ounces of RoTel diced tomatoes with green chiles, and 1 ½ tablespoons of taco seasoning. Stir to combine all the sauce ingredients.
Add Rest of Ingredients. After stirring the sauce, add 4 ounces of cubed, softened cream cheese and stir until it’s melted and smooth. Then, add 15.25 ounces of drained, rinsed black beans and 4 cups of cooked, shredded chicken (If you’d like some cilantro in your casserole, stir in ¼ cup with the chicken and beans).
Layer Casserole. Start by layering half of the crushed 9 ounces of Nacho Cheese Doritos into your prepared baking dish, then add half of the chicken and sauce mixture. Top with 1 cup of the shredded Mexican cheese blend, then add the last half of the chicken mixture. Finally, top with the remaining crushed Doritos and remaining 1 cup of shredded Mexican cheese.
Bake Casserole. Once the casserole is layered, bake uncovered at 350°F (175°C) in the middle of your oven’s center rack for 30 minutes. If the cheese topping begins to get too brown, cover loosely with a sheet of aluminum foil. The casserole is ready when the cheese is fully melted and golden.
This cheesy, delicious casserole is a fantastic weeknight meal! I love to garnish plates with a little extra cilantro and serve it as is! If you want to make it even more filling, try serving with my cilantro-lime rice!
Tips & Notes
Make sure your cream cheese is softened! Setting your cream cheese out for about 30 minutes before using is typically sufficient time to let the cream cheese warm to room temperature.
Regular size bags of Doritos (keep getting smaller) but typically range between 9 and 10 ounces. Family size bags are around 15 ounces and will work just as well!
Cilantro is optional but recommended! Cilantro is a great garnish, but also a fantastic stir-in for the casserole for more great Tex-Mex flavor.
Can’t find the RoTel? Plain or fire-roasted diced tomatoes are equally wonderful in this tasty casserole!
Storing & Reheating
When stored properly, leftovers of this cheesy Doritos chicken casserole will keep for 3 to 4 days. Make sure to wrap the baking dish well with plastic cling film or transfer leftovers to an airtight container.
This casserole keeps terrifically in the freezer for up to 3 months! Make sure to transfer the cooled leftover portions into an airtight container. You can even freeze an entire casserole, wrapped with a layer of plastic cling film and a layer of aluminum foil (See FAQ).
Reheating Doritos Chicken Casserole
If you’re looking to reheat this casserole, I recommend using the oven for the best results. This way, the Doritos topping can get deliciously crispy again.
Either place the whole baking dish or portions of casserole into a 350°F (175°C) oven and bake for about 20 to 30 minutes. The casserole is reheated when it’s golden and bubbling, or warmed to your satisfaction.
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Will China finally collapse if the US put Iran-style sanctions on China? Namely, cut China out of SWIFT, severely punish any entity or country that does business with China, cut off all ties with China, basically kick China out of the global economy.
Why exactly are Russian Sanctions not working?
It’s because Russia supplies Oil, Gas, Fertilizers, Food and Raw Materials to the Global Supply
These goods have a huge demand
So no matter what you do, people will find other ways to pay for these goods from Russia
So the Sanctions remain moot
And if Russia’s Products are not part of the Global Supply, the Global Supply will shrink and the prices will surge through the roof
If Russian Supply is cut off, then even at 50% of the Demand of 2018, Oil Prices would rise to $ 139 a barrel
So obviously people, even Europeans will have to find a way to pay the Russians and ensure Russian Oil, Gas and other products keep flowing to the Global Supply Chain
Why would Sanctions not work on China?
Same reason
China may not produce Oil Or Gas but it produces 57% of the World’s “Cheap Goods”
Chinese Goods imported into half the world, retail for a sum between 2.5–6 times their import value and this sum goes as Salaries, Development funds, expansion funds, investments etc
Around $ 100 Billion of Imports from China cause a value addition of :-
$ 261 Billion in Germany
$ 279 Billion in Russia
$ 178 Billion in Japan
$ 409 Billion in India
$ 536 Billion in USA
So by cutting off $ 100 Billion of Imports from China to the US Economy, you are cutting off $ 436 Billion of Value Enhancement into the US Economy
After all when a Chinese made shoe imported for $ 47 sells for $ 139 retail, Walmart makes $ 40 in profit which is almost 91% of the import price of the show
This $ 436 Billion alone could cause additional inflation of 1.25% a year
Plus a huge supply shortage which could cause more inflation
Already Trump Tariffs are being easily by passed by near sourcing from Mexico
Soon there will be more Chinese goods coming in from Bolivia, Dominica or some South African Nation
Ultimately the only way to successfully sanction China is to find an alternate origin station of these goods
However for 100 Tons of Goods manufactured by China today :-
India makes 8.5 Tons
Vietnam makes 7.7 Tons
Turkey makes 5.2 Tons
Bangladesh makes 4.4 Tons
Mexico (Non China) makes 3.1 Tons
Combined today, the other five nations make 29% of what China alone can make in a single year
There is a second reason:-
Reciprocity
China represents a Huge Market
In 2010, the Chinese Market had a Domestic Fulfilment (Demand fulfilled by Domestic Manufacturers) of 7.2%
In 2023, this number rose to 40.4%
This means 40% of Chinas Market is fully catered to by Domestic Manufacturing which means 60% of the Market STILL requires Foreign Products and Services
60% of the Market means close to $ 7 Trillion a year
If the West sanctions China, China could cut off the West and it’s access to the $ 7 Trillion Market
Western Entitities could lose almost $ 4.5 Trillion from such a move
There is no alternate market today in Asia
For every $ 100 that a Chinese Consumer spends on foreign goods :-
Indian Consumers spend $ 14.75
Japanese Consumers spend $ 18.50
South Korean Consumers spend $ 14.40
ASEAN Consumers spend $ 20.42
Thus the biggest nations in Asia including all of ASEAN, economy wise collectively buy and spend only 68% of what China alone spends on foreign goods
So no way they can suddenly increase their spending by 140%
So right now Sanctions against China would be more catastrophic than Russia for the West
The cost of $ 1 Loss to China would mean between $ 5–6 for the West
China can somehow adjust with BRI nations and avoid a killer blow
Yet the West can’t
It would accelerate their decline
So these Sanctions simply won’t work beyond a few weeks or months at the most
Their time is over on this earth and their masters, the West are terrified of this
What is the most badass thing your parent has ever done?
My dad was teaching a class at the high school when my mom called him to tell him that I was dying. I think I was about four years old at the time and had taken terribly sick suddenly. Our house was about a mile away from the school where he taught—he came back running and immediately took me to the best private hospital in the small city of Aligarh.
As my parents reached the hospital, they were asked to wait for their turn in a long queue. My condition further deteriorated and my mother started crying. My dad had been a very peace loving person throughout his life. But on this occasion, he stood up and yelled at the top of his voice, “If the doctor doesn’t see my son in next five minutes, I will make sure this place turns into soil and dust.” That immediately worked. The doctor called my parents the next and immediately put me on treatment. He told my parents that if there was a delay of ten minutes in getting a treatment, they might have lost me.
I lost my dad in Jan 2013 at age 69. There is not a single day I don’t remember him for being the best dad ever.
Here is a photo from around same time—I am the one standing with my dad. The other cute looking child is my younger sister.
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What is the likelihood of a military conflict between the United States and China over Taiwan? Can the United States successfully defend against a potential attack from China, considering the size difference in their military forces?
Potential attack?
I was born in Taiwan. I had no idea that Taiwan was US territory. Could you enlighten me on that? Because this US document signed by a US President says that Taiwan is CHINESE territory.
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And if the US believes their own propaganda then the US is going to be in a world of hurt. A lot of US kids are going to die for nothing. When I say a lot I mean however many US carriers battle groups is sent. They will all die.
Afterwards, Americans are going to wonder why American kids died to try and take Taiwan, who are Chinese, away from China and failed. How are you going to explain this act of Imperialism to American families who lost their kids?
Can you describe a perfect day for you? How does the day end?
I’ve been having a lot of perfect days lately, working from home. They go like this:
wake up without an alarm clock (I don’t need one, I go to bed at ten and am up at six, every day, happy to get up and do stuff).
distribute a round of cuddles and canned breakfast to the house panthers, who will be staging a drama already for being famished and helpless little things.
boil up hot water for some suitable morning cuppa, typically grain coffee, maté, or hot water with stevia.
recline on the couch with my laptop and try to comprehend the world.
as temperatures pick up outside, eventually switch to sitting in my hammock under the birch tree and work from there.
have some lunch; I’ve gotten pretty good at cooking in ways that are barely noticeable, so I just go inside and, miraculously, edible things await.
do some tinkering around the house, improving this or that a little bit, often just with wire and a nail.
work some more.
go photograph something, possibly by car.
come home and feed the panthers again, then possibly hammock or TV-room with interesting documentaries until I go to bed again.
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What are the most mind-blowing facts about the human brain?
1. About 75 percent of the brain is made up of water. This means that dehydration,
2. Can have negative effects on brain function, even in small amounts.
3. The human brain will grow to three times its size in the first year of life. It continues to grow until you are about 18 years old.
4. Headaches are caused by a chemical reaction in your brain combined with the muscles and nerves in your neck and head.
5. Your brain uses 20 percent of the oxygen and blood in your body.
6. Alcohol affects your brain in ways that include blurred vision, slurred speech, an unsteady walk, and more. These usually disappear when you calm down again. However, if you drink frequently over a long period of time, there is evidence that alcohol can permanently affect your brain and once again not sober up. Long-term effects include memory problems and some reduced cognitive function.
7. If the brain does not get oxygen for 5-6 minutes, then it stops working forever.
8. As we grow older, the human brain becomes smaller. This usually occurs sometime after middle age.
9. The human brain starts to lose some cognitive skills by your late 20s, along with your memory abilities.
10. A brain freeze is actually a sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia. It happens when you eat or drink something that is cold. This stretches blood vessels and arteries to the very back of the throat, including blood to your brain. These compress when they are cold and heat up again, causing pain in your forehead.
11. Dreams are thought to be a combination of imagery, phycological factors and neurological factors. They prove that your brain is working even when you are sleeping.
12. It is a myth that humans only use 10 percent of our brain. We actually use it. We use more than 10 percent when we sleep.
13. During human evolution, the brain has tripled in size.
14. Your brain uses the same amount of power as a 15 watt light bulb.
Deep-Dish Chicken Cordon Bleu
Luscious layers of chicken, ham and cheese stack up in a family-friendly dinner casserole.
1 pound shaved cooked brown-sugar or maple-glazed ham (from deli)
Instructions
Heat oven to 375 degrees F. Spray 13 x 9 inch (3 quart) glass baking dish with Crisco® Original No-Stick Cooking Spray. Unroll crescent rolls in baking dish; press perforations to seal. Bake for 10 to 13 minutes or until light golden brown.
Meanwhile, in a 10 inch skillet, heat butter and oil over medium heat. Add onion and garlic; cook 2 to 3 minutes, stirring frequently, until softened. Remove from heat; stir in cut-up chicken tenders.
Place 8 slices of the Muenster cheese over baked crust. In small bowl, stir Parmesan cheese, mayonnaise, mustard, lemon juice, honey, horseradish sauce and thyme until well blended. Spoon half of the mayonnaise mixture evenly over cheese on crust.
Spoon chicken mixture evenly over mayonnaise mixture on crust. Spoon remaining mayonnaise mixture evenly over chicken. Cover chicken evenly with ham. Top with remaining 8 slices Muenster cheese.
Bake 15 to 20 minutes longer or until cheese is melted and filling is thoroughly heated.
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What ignorant thing did a retail employee say that made you walk out of the store without buying a single item?
It gets very cold in Michigan and I have a very large, down-filled winter coat. It’s somewhat hideous but it’s very warm.
Apparently coats like mine are great for shop lifting. You simply place a hole in the pockets and drop items that you’ve casually picked up and drop them to the bottom of the coat as you shop/steal. It’s difficult to tell that you have stolen anything because the coat itself is so large.
I was shopping in a card shop a while back and the sales woman there accused me of shop-lifting, because of my coat. When I was at the register to pay for ALL of my items she asked me if I would also like to pay for the items inside of my coat as well.
I smiled and I gently laughed and asked her “Are you kidding me?” I told her that I was a shop owner myself and that I would never steal anything from anyone.
She looked at me in a slightly disgusted way and rolled her eyes. “Oh. So that’s how it’s going to be!” She didn’t ask me about my store or attempt to apologize. She just stared at me. Hmm… I thought.
I had quite a large number of items that I did want to buy and I had been quite a regular customer there for some time. I was beyond insulted, but I understood her frustration, even though I was shocked.
I took off my coat, gently put it on the counter and opened my purse. “Would you care to inspect my belongings?” I said in a calm and polite way. She patted down my coat and glanced in my rather small purse. She then slid my coat over and without apologizing, began to ring up my items.
I let her ring up everything, staring back at her silently as I waited for an apology. Nothing.
I didn’t reach in my purse to pay. Instead I pushed the items back at her gently and I told her “I’m sorry but I’ve changed my mind. Not about the items, I still want them but I think I’ll take my business elsewhere, where my business is appreciated. There are lots of stores, exactly like yours.” And I left. And I held my head up without shame or anger. But what I really felt was hurt.
I went a few miles down the street to another shop that offered the exact same items and I left that store with all of them. The bill was well over $100.00 .
I understand that shop lifting is a problem but honesty is not. I gave the first woman every opportunity to make the situation right but I really felt that she did owe me an apology. I didn’t think that it was too much to ask for considering the insulting way that she had treated me in her store.
I give all of my business now to the other shop owner. Yes, it’s a bit further to drive but I feel I’d rather go without than give the first shop owner even one dime of my hard-earned money. In my opinion there is no reason, whatsoever, to treat anyone like that.
What do you think is the best revenge anyone has ever taken?
The savage killing of serial rapist Akku Yadav by a mob of women he raped is one of the most brutal revenge of all time in Indian History.
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On August 13, 2004, Akku Yadav was lynched by a mob of around 200 women from Kasturba Nagar, a slum of Nagpur in Maharashtra.
He raped more than 200 women that mostly belonging to Dalit families, the Untouchables, those placed at the bottom of the caste ladder in India. The members of the Dalit community received little to no help from the government authorities.
Akku Yadav fed the local officers bribes and drink, and they protected him and dropped his cases. Despite countless women coming forward with allegations of rape against him, Akku Yadav always felt free to rape whomever he wanted.
Whenever a victim reported him to the police, the authorities would alert Yadav, who then visit that women and threaten to throw acid on her and rape her again. He had raped so many women in Kasturba Nagar that a rape victim lives in almost every other house in the slum.
Usha Narayane, a victim who had repeatedly been harassed by Akku Yadav reported the case about Akku Yadav to the Deputy Commissioner, who promised her that police would soon arrest the serial rapist. One day Akku Yadav himself surrendered to the police fearing his death by local women.
The next day in court, Narayane and many other local women heard that the Akku Yadav was likely to escape punishment yet again. Together, they entered into the court in large numbers armed with vegetable knives, stones, and whatever else that was at hand.
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As he walked in, Akku Yadav spotted one of the women he had raped. He called her a prostitute and threatened to repeat the same crime again. The police laughed. She took off her sandal and began to hit him and started saying that, “We can’t both live on this Earth together. It’s you or me”. The attack lasted for more than ten minutes and left Yadav’s dead body butchered on the courtroom floor with 70 stab wounds and his penis cut off.
Usha Narayane, a local activist, was arrested and charged with murder, as with other women. In 2012, Narayane was released from custody. 21 other people, including six women, were also arrested and released due to lack of evidence.
Justice Bhau Vahane said, “In the circumstances that they underwent, they were left with no alternative but to finish Akku Yadav. The women repeatedly pleaded with the police for their security. But the police failed to protect them”.
1 cup (4 ounces) shredded mozzarella cheese, divided
1 cup cornflakes, crushed
Instructions
Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly coat a 9 x 13 inch baking dish with butter.
In a medium bowl, combine turkey, celery, water chestnuts, red bell pepper, mayonnaise, onion, lemon juice, 1 cup Cheddar cheese, and 1/2 cup mozzarella cheese; mix well. Place the mixture in the baking dish and bake for 25 to 30 minutes, or until heated through.
Meanwhile, in a medium bowl, combine the remaining 1 cup Cheddar cheese, 1/2 cup mozzarella cheese and cornflakes.
Sprinkle the cheese mixture over the baked turkey casserole, and bake for 5 to 8 minutes, or until the cheese melts.
So I went on ChatGPT and asked it to find that mystery movie that I have been having such a difficult time finding. This is what I asked…
please help me locate a movie. Sometime in the late 1980's and in the 1990s I watched a movie on television. it was a science fiction movie.
It was apparently "made for television", though I do not know for sure.
it was about the experiences of the main character; a female that was hired to work in a software company.
The movie starts where she finds herself on this big sprawling campus of the company that she will work at. It is mostly empty of others, just a few people walking here and there. she then meets up with the rest of her design team. all are very smart like she is and all are specialists. they all are working on various software projects.
eventually they realize that there is something strange about their life. they work for three days, and then it all starts all over again.
at one point in the movie, they encounter a record left behind by their previous selves. with thousands of log entries.
they decide to hack into the campus as it appears that they are software programs modeled after specific real-world engineers.
they find this access port, which appeals to be a big hinged plug in the ground, and using that they hack into the entire campus and stop the endless cycle of repeat and redo. ....
when I have used search engines for this movie, the usual standard, commonplace, movies came up. but this is not a usual movie. this is a very unique and seemingly forgotten movie. can you help me out?
And this is what it answered…
The movie you're describing sounds like "TekWar," a 1994 made-for-television science fiction film based on the TekWar novels by William Shatner.
The main character you're referring to is likely Beth Kittridge, portrayed by Charlotte de Bruyne.
In the film, she is hired by Jake Cardigan (played by Greg Evigan) to work at Cosmos, a futuristic software company.
The storyline involves the characters discovering anomalies and facing challenges similar to what you described, including the repetitive nature of their experiences and the hacking into the system to stop it.
"TekWar" was part of a larger franchise that included television movies, a TV series, and novels. It might not be widely remembered today, but it certainly fits the description you provided.
Well, I really don’t know if this is it. But it is the closest that I have found so far.
How the hell is America still a superpower when China is making such infrastructure and buildings while the US still has buildings from 1950?
The United States is NOT a superpower.
It is instead, a feudal, plutocracy that runs a military empire.
There is no longer a “middle class”, instead there are workers (known as “rabble”) and the elite (known as the 0.1%).
This indicative of late-stage empire decline.
Historically, within a few decades, the United States will disappear before transforming into some kind of new entity.
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China is on another level… perhaps another plane… indeed, in another universe entirely. To compare the two is like comparing apples with Rocket sleds.
Adjust your perception
Why does America not retaliate for China making it hard for US companies to penetrate Chinese markets?
You really have to get out from under the influence of the media. It is clouding your faculties. There are so many companies operating and thriving in China. I personally was brought over to China by a New Hampshire company that was very successful in China. I live in a third tier city and there is no shortage of western companies operating here. There is a Dell EMC building across from my apartment, Multiple Starbucks within walking distance, KFC, McDonalds, Ford sells cars here, Buick, Jeep. Walk through the malls here and you see Adidas, Nike Under Armour, Dickies and Levis shops. Those are just the companies that sell to common people. Never mind the big corporations that do billions of dollars in business in China.
Wake up! The whole trade imbalance cry is not reality. It is for your consumption and it seems to be working very well. Really stop watching the news, it is not reality. Its sole purpose is to shape your perception of the world.
Men are sick and tired
What were the reasons for Germany’s defeat to Russia in World War II, despite having better equipment and military strategy? Was Russia’s success due to their fighting skills and familiarity with the land?
This is question despite being auto-generated that touches on the very core of how World War 2 is explained in popular history. The phrasing itself is very noteworthy, because the AI who generated this question does so on the basis of what others write, and it asks how Germany was defeated, not how the Soviets won. Do you think the fact the WW2 eastern front history is primarily told from the point of view of Nazis, might have significantly skewed the way the war is perceived? Hint: Yes.
If the Germans had superior equipment, superior strategy, their army was more experienced, and in 1941 even outnumbered the Soviets quite a bit on the front, then why didn’t they win? Well it must be because of the 3 things that Manstein and the other Nazi war criminals all agree on. The Weather, the number of Soviets and Hitler sabotaging himself. In reality, this is of course outright lies. Let’s talk about why these things are not the reason first.
The Weather: As it turns out Russians, Ukrainians and other Soviet citizens did not have a natural +10 cold resistance. Reality isn’t DnD. The weather of the USSR affects Soviets in exactly the same way as the Germans. Germans were fully aware of the climate in Russia, their generals had read Napoleon, they had geographers and meteorologists who were professionals. So why were they affected so badly?
During the fall of 1941, the winter was approaching, but the arrogance and racism inside the mind of Nazis convinced them that just pushing a little more would cause the Soviets to collapse and give up. The Nazi generals were in charge of their own requisition, and when asked if they wanted their winter equipment or more ammunition to kill more Soviets, they asked for ammunition not winter equipment. This is not a problem of weather, this was a collective German officer decision, based on arrogance and racism.
Some German equipment was not well suited for winter combat, like the German tanks with narrow tracks unable to cope with snow and mud. This is not a weather problem, this is a design problem, showing poor thought in German equipment. Again, the Germans knew they would invade the USSR years in advance and didn’t fix this.
The Soviet manpower monolith. If numbers had been decisive, then you’d think the Soviets would have done better in 1941 than later. In 1941, the Soviets had a larger population, around 190 million, versus the German 80 million. However, by Stalingrad, only 110 Million Soviets were available to the USSR, due to occupation and death, yet this is when the Soviets were winning. Additionally, the Soviets were not just fighting the Germans, but Romania, Hungary, Slovakia, Finland and quite a lot of Italian too. If you look at the total manpower of the Axis forces the Soviets fought and not just the Germans, guess what. There were more Axis than Soviets.
Hitler sabotaged everything. So many German generals tell you, and they tell you this because German chief of staff Franz Halder, coordinated with them after WW2 to blame everything bad on Hitler essentially. Halder was editor of several memoirs. In reality the German general staff loved the idea of invading the USSR, they were the ones who came up with the plan, they were the ones who ignored the logistical problems when this was pointed out to them, they were the ones who were defeated at Moscow, Leningrad and Stalingrad. Hitler made very few military decisions, and never without consulting his military staff. In some situations Hitler even made clearly better decisions than his officers did, when he said it would be an economic war, and that Germany needed to capture the resources of the USSR not the cities, he was absolutely right.
So with that out of the way, the better question is, how did the Soviets win? The answer is plain and boring. The Soviets approached war scientifically, they started WW2 with a bad theory and an incomplete procurement and training system. Throughout the war the Soviets introduced excellent military equipment, which in general was far better than the German, they introduced a new military doctrine specifically made to counter what the Germans were doing. Their officers gradually became more experienced, until the experienced Germans had no advantages anymore. And they correctly saw the strategic path to victory through attrition and by correctly exploiting weaknesses in the Axis lines.
This is the simple version of course, but really that is all there is to it, we can talk about equipment and strategy in details in the comments. Additionally if you are interested I wrote about the massive problems the Soviets had to outcome in 1941–1942 in terms of doctrine here:
If a random person came up to you in the street, ready to fight and asked you “What the F are you looking at” How or what would you do in response?
The illusionist Derren Brown has an interesting approach to this situation:
“This is simply about not engaging with your aggressor at the level they expect. I was coming back from a hotel at about 3am one night and there was a guy in the street with his girlfriend. He was really drunk, clearly looking for a fight and he started kicking off at me. I had a routine ready in my head for this sort of situation and it worked a treat on this occasion. He asked me that typical aggressive rhetorical question — “Do you want a fight?” You can’t say “yes” or “no” — you’ll get hit either way. So, I responded with, “The wall outside my house is four-feet high.”
I didn’t engage at the level he was expecting me to, so immediately he was on the back foot. He came back with, “What?” and I repeated my bizarre response. I delivered the line in a completely matter-of-fact tone, as if he was the one who was missing something here. Suddenly, he was confused. All his adrenaline had dropped away, because I’d pulled the rug from under him. It’s the verbal version of a martial-arts technique called an ‘adrenaline dump’, whereby you get the person to relax before you hit them. A punch will have much greater impact if the recipient’s guard is down. I stuck to this surreal conversational thread with my assailant, saying things like, “I lived in Spain for a while and the walls are really huge, but in this country they’re tiny.” After a few of these exchanges, he just went, “Oh f*ck!” and broke down in tears. The guy had all this adrenaline and was on the point of really laying into me — I was seeing myself beaten to a bloody pulp — but these non-threatening nonsense statements broke that aggression down and he genuinely started crying. I ended up sitting next to him on the kerb, comforting him.”
This is the battle in the USA today
Hi Irina,
Patrice has encouraged me to publish some of the testimonies I am getting. My concern is to totally protect the anonymity of the people, especially the ones who could get into serious trouble in Ukraine, but in fact EVERYONE.
So let me know if I quote ‘a woman in Moscow’ remarking on a ‘iiberal in Moscow’. Is that ok….no name or other identifying marks.
One of the things I try to do, is to find people, ordinary people, to get their views on ‘reality’.
Since I live in Chiang Mai, Thailand, I am at an advantage because Chiang Mai attracts people from all over the world, in particular, not just travelers, but those who are deliberately outside their home country. Of course, in my travels, I also try to talk to people, ordinary people inside a country to get their views.
Recently I posted about a Russian guy I met in Moscow, with whom I had a Whatsapp exchange. Irina Boyko was kind enough to comment on the exchange that I posted.
In this email, I’ll talk a little bit about someone whom I met here in Chiang Mai. She grew up during the Soviet era. Moved to Canada after it fell, but moved back to Ukraine a few years ago. After the start of the SMO, she came to Chiang Mai, presumably to ‘get out of Dodge’, meaning the Nazi infested regime, We had a lot of long talks about her life in Soviet Ukraine, how happy she was during those times, and how unhappy she was post USSR.
In order to preserve her anonymity, I’m not going to publish this, only report within the CWG. In early March, she made the trip back to her home city, which I will leave nameless. Her mother has been quite ill, so my friend decided to go back to be with her.
We chatted a little bit since her return. She felt very depressed. We finally caught up by phone and here are some of her observations, which will probably not come as a surprise to us, if not the ‘liberal guy from Moscow’, whom I also chatted with earlier.
The difference in feeling between Chiang Mai, which is probably one of the most comfortable cities to live in, and her city was a real shock. She went into serious depression, but after consulting with both energy therapists and a psychologist is feeling better. She’s learning to cope with the situation.
There is a general feeling of depression and foreboding.
The streets are about half empty…that is, the population has dropped significantly. [This corresponds to information that other commentators have noted. The population used to be 50 million, while it’s now estimated at perhaps 25 million or less]
She sees young women with babies, but no fathers. Where did they go?
The men are in hiding. She told me about one guy who was taken from the same apartment building she’s in, and he was killed after being sent to fight.
Everyone is terrified of the police. Nobody talks openly about conditions
The forcible recruiters are now going into apartment buildings and knocking on doors. Nobody answers for fear of any men in the house being dragged away.
For the time being, she still has electricity and internet, unlike many of the big cities, such as Kharkov.
I said that it looks like the war will go in one of two ways. Either, Russia will win, come into her city, take control and things will improve, similar to what is happening in the newly reincorporated territories. Or, the US/NATO will escalate to the point of nuclear war and we’ll all die. That’s her assessment as well.
Addendum:
I have another young Ukrainian friend here in Chiang Mai, he’s working online remotely. While he wants to go home, he knows that the situation is very difficult and dangerous. Numerous repressive laws are either in place or being considered to take away people’s money or their rights. He’s lucky he is here, otherwise, he probably would have been dragged off to fight and die.
He also said that he was happy in Ukraine in 2021.
Being an expat, I used to see reports saying that Ukraine is a great place for ‘Digital Nomads’, one of millions of mostly young people making a living online. I just thought…”wait…the place is highly unstable and likely to blow up.” But the average people in Ukraine apparently didn’t realize what was actually going on in their country, and where it was all heading.
While, up to now, much of the basic infrastructure has been in place, and people had the basics of electricity and utilities, albeit at much higher prices, the electical supply is out in Kharkov and maybe Odessa. I felt some relief that my friend’s city has been spared for now However, as most of us know, Russia will probably go onto a much more robust offensive, and how those remaining in Ukraine will fare, is uncertain.
Is living in Europe better than living in the USA in terms of standard of living, safety, healthcare, etc.?
I grew up in the US and lived there for much of my life and moved to Europe in 2000 so I guess I am qualified to answer.
Standard of living:
It depends on where you live, how much money you have and what you consider quality of life and living standards. If you live in a small town in Arkansas in a very poor area your standard of living will be pretty bad. You can find comparable places in poor towns in Central and Eastern Europe.
In Western Europe most cites have a very high standard of living for the majority of people. If you live in Paris, for example, your apartment is probably going to be in an older building but well renovated and very comfortable. In the suburbs it depends on the neighborhood and area, (arrondissement), just like in New York City or Boston. If you live in the Western European countryside you may live in a rustic place but it will probably be in very nice condition with all the modern comforts. When I lived in Germany and France I had many friends who lived in rural areas and their homes were small but extremely comfortable. Even in southern Italy the houses may look old on the outside but inside they are filled with all the modern conveniences and well renovated. People take pride in caring for their living spaces.
I would compare the central and southern parts of the US to Central and Eastern European countries like Czechia, Poland, Hungary and Estonia. Although the cities and towns in these countries have a great deal of history and character where most US cities and towns do not.
For shopping, it depends on what you want and where you live. If you live in or near a metropolitan area of the US you will have vast choices for goods. Many products like clothing and electronics will be cheaper than in Europe. Fuel prices are far cheaper than in Europe. Year round food choices are better in the US for the most part. Outlet malls and Costco’s are far better in the US and far cheaper. There have been attempts to make a Walmart or Target type chain in Europe but they have not been able to duplicate the US prices. Walmart tried to open in Germany but it did not succeed.
If you love nature and traveling then both continents have much to offer. America has far more raw and untouched nature. Europe has very little except in Scandinavia. There are beautiful natural areas in most countries but you can easily tell they are not very raw once you hike and explore there. If you enjoy getting out and pitching your tent next to a stream in a forest with no people around then there are very few places you might be able to do that in Europe except in Scandinavia. Wild camping is very restricted in most countries and illegal in some, like Italy. In the US I can drive up in the mountains of Colorado, find a great spot next to a lake or stream and set up my tent and spend a couple of weeks there if I like. I miss that. I do camp here but only in campgrounds in Latvia or Estonia. In Italy it is all too crowded for camping so I have never bothered. I just travel from home or stay in small hotels or BnB’s.
Safety:
I have lived in many places around the US. Usually in rural areas. So I always felt safe. Since university I have not lived in a big city so I am not sure what that is like safety wise. I suppose most US cites are as safe or dangerous as European cities. Some areas are safer than others and some are outright dangerous. In my little village in Italy I feel completely safe walking around at any time day or night. In my suburban neighborhood in Riga, Latvia I do not feel so safe walking around late at night. In any city it is best to be sensible and to know how to stay safe. That applies to both continents.
Healthcare:
I have experience with the US healthcare system and with the German, French, Italian and Latvian systems. As far as quality of care goes I would say that Western European healthcare is comparable and better to US healthcare. Latvian healthcare is not as good as either but is still respectable. I have had 3 major surgeries here so I have experience with this. In terms of costs, there is no comparison. In all European countries, I just go to my doctor or emergency room, get treated, say thank you and go home. In the US I had to check my health insurance provider to see which doctor I could go see, get an appointment, see the doctor, pay my part of the co-pay and amounts that the health insurance company refused. I also had to be mindful of the fact that my insurance company was going to know of any illness I might have and that my rates would go up. Or I could lose my insurance. The same with US hospitals. They provide great care if you can afford it. In Europe what you can afford is irrelevant unless you want to go to a fancy private clinic.
I could go on and on but those are just some of my experiences that stand out.
Bottom line:
I very much enjoy the US for certain things that I consider better there:
Mexican, Cajun, BBQ, New Mexican, Asian cuisines
Discount shopping and warehouse shopping like Costco
Great electronics and cheap prices
Wild nature and natural beauty
Great and uncrowded skiing on weekdays
Other than that I far prefer being here in Europe and consider the life style, standard of living and other areas of life far superior.
Third world
What is the most savage reply you’ve given to an entitled person?
“You’re fired, a bill will be sent to your agent”
Allow me to explain. I work as a specialist costume designer and fight choreographer (I’m no one famous but I get work). One of the clauses I have directors write in to contracts is that “if anyone has lied about their skills, knowledge or experience to secure their role in such a way as to endanger the actors, fighters or other crew they will be summarily dismissed from the production AND they will be billed for the time and expense caused to the production”.
One girl turned up two hours late (strike one), was enormously rude to me, demanding I fetch her coffee and a pastry before she would do anything. Now, as a medieval fight choreographer I spend a lot of time in dirty muddy fields so I don’t exactly wear Gucci to set but I also don’t like to see anyone spoken to like that no matter their job (strike two).
The scenes we needed to get this day would involve the actress riding a horse and using a bow and a sword. She’d stated that she’d competed in Equestrian events so we planned to spend the morning getting some “travelling” shots so she and the stunt horse could get aquianted, then the afternoon would be me polishing up her mounted fight skills ready for the following week of action shots. No, this isn’t how I wanted to do it but we didn’t have the budget for weeks of trials and training camps.
Within thirty minutes of getting her on the horse she had wound it up so badly with her total lack of skill and experience that we couldn’t even put the poor thing back in her stall and the owner had to walk her around to try to calm her down.
The actress came roaring up to me screaming and roaring about how the horse was savage and nearly killed her etc, etc. (strike three).
“You’re fired, a bill will be sent to your agent”
That stopped her dead in her tracks and I reminded her what was in the contract she’d signed and had security (who I’d already called over) escort her to wardrobe and off set. Her agent pitched a fit when they saw the bill but they paid and we got the scenes she’d already done reshot by an actress I’m still friends with.
The Cult
What’s a rule your employer implemented that backfired terribly?
I wouldn’t call this a ‘terrible’ backfire; humorous perhaps.
In the 1980s I was working overseas for a US contractor. Over a weekend a 30,000 horsepower gas turbine shut itself down and that plant’s production stopped. The Shift Supervisor called the maintenance shop where I worked. The on-duty tech couldn’t service the turbine. More and more calls were made. It was hours before a qualified tech was located.
‘Monday’ morning, Dave, the Plant Manager issued the edict: he wanted to know where an on-call technician was at all times. We said something about ‘standby pay’, or ‘callout premium’, or issue us a two-way radio or pager. No, no, and no. Not happening. The company felt that by our ‘terms of employment’ they owned us for whatever was needed. We weren’t happy about that.
One senior tech, Bill, said, “No problem. I’ll comply. When I get home at night, I’ll call him to let him know I’m home, and here is my phone number. When I go to the commissary, I’ll call him and tell him I’m leaving now. When I arrive at the commissary, I’ll call him from a pay phone and tell him I’ve arrived. He can call the commissary and have me paged if needed.” Bill was a golfer. On weekends he would report in, telling the manager how to have him contacted if needed.
End of the story, Dave, the Plant Manager, was quickly worn down, and the ‘edict’ faded away.
In retrospect, Dave probably did as was demanded of him, and he possibly had no intention of following through. Hmmm … Malicious compliance, perhaps? On various levels, perhaps? Hmmm …
Truth spit out
What was the strangest way an embezzler was caught?
Friend of mine caught one.
She was the new accountant looking after 4 companies, so spent time in each company. Come to pay review time, she asked the Payroll clerk for a list of annual salaries by name and department. ( straight from payroll software) In the tearoom, one of the admin staff suggested she have a close look at the accounting departments salaries. No reason given, just that “ it might be worthwhile” , and left it at that.
The salary of the payroll clerk was 30% higher then her colleagues. She had the master password for the software, so went in to payroll, and checked the salary history of that individual going back several years. 3 years before there this persons salary had jumped up. She checked with senior colleagues and no one was aware of any reason for a big payrise,
Her and HR interviewed the person, and she denied any wrongdoing, said she had earned the increase. Did a followup after the weekend, and said they were considering inviting the police in to investigate, at which point she confessed and said “I made a mistake on someones salary increase
, and no-one noticed, apart from me The next month , I corrected the wrong one and increased my own by the same amount. If someone had asked I would of said it was a mistake. No one did, so I just carried in with it.”
SHe had been so pleased with herself,and the extra clothes and holidays she could now afford, she had bragged to a colleague, about how clever she had been. Colleague was not impressed, and when the opportunity arose, tipped off my friend.
Piers Morgan Shocked When I Told Him the Truth About China!
Have you ever walked into your house and noticed a sound that you thought was suspicious? What happened?
Not me but my Dad (may he Rest In Peace). Dad had been sitting in a Tank during the Korean War but he had been stationed in Germany. Well, tanks from back in the 1950s did not have the noise suppression systems of the tanks of today and the technologies we have for Hearing Protection were practically non-existent; Dad had severe hearing loss before he ever met Mom.
Some time after their divorce, Dad had finally obtained some really GOOD hearing aids. He got home really tired and was traipsing through his kitchen when suddenly there was an unfamiliar noise. He spun around with his weapon drawn and…almost shot his new refrigerator, which he had never heard kick on before. 😀
EDIT!: Thank you to everybody so much for all the likes!
I am getting a FAQ for this post; here is the answer so I won’t have to spam it in the comments:
After Dad was out of the Army, he went to another service branch and then FINALLY left the Military altogether. But then he became a police officer.
As a Police Officer at the time the incident happened with the refrigerator, he had just gotten off a long shift and had a case of nerves that had not settled yet. Sometimes police are jittery after a long or difficult shift. He walked in his door and had not yet disarmed himself when he heard the fridge kick on for the very first time. He lived alone then, so that weird unfamiliar noise startled him and he reacted like he had been trained to react for his entire adult life. Dad practiced excellent trigger discipline and did not actually FIRE the weapon; he just aimed at the fridge.
Please keep in mind, this was MULTIPLE DECADES ago and where he worked at the time, Police could bring and use their own firearms on-duty, not just their Service pieces that were kept in lockers at the station.
Take it easy, everybody. Dad thought it was funny after it happened, it was told as a funny story, nothing bad happened. No Big Deal because nobody actually got hurt. The ‘danger’ has been in the past since I was a toddler.
I hope this clears things up enough for everybody. 🙂
Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea – Attack! – Best America Scifi TV Series 2024
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Four things
What’s the shadiest tactic you’ve witnessed HR use at your job?
I worked at a grocery store when I was a teenager. Human Resources was called in to interview the employees about a beer and cigarette theft problem.
Before my interview, I saw a co-worker cleaning out his locker. “What happened?” I asked.
“Dude, they got us. They had cameras filming everything we did,” he said. “I just got fired for eating grapes that fell off the vine.”
My turn came and the HR guy said, “You need to confess to everything you have stolen here. Put a dollar amount on the stolen goods and we will set up a payment plan for restitution and avoid your being arrested.”
“I have never stolen,” I said.
“Okay, I am going to give you one more chance. If you are honest, we won’t get the police involved. If you are lying, things are not going to go well,” he said. “Be advised we have video.”
“I have never stolen anything,” I said.
“Call the police,” he said to the manager. “We are going to have to press charges.”
“You are full of it,” I said. “You have nothing.”
“Do you want to see the video?” He asked.
“Yes,” I said. “It doesn’t exist.”
“What makes you say that?” He said. “You seem very confident for someone about to go to jail.”
“I haven’t stolen anything,” I said. “If you had a video of people stealing, you wouldn’t need a confession.”
I think seven people confessed and were fired that day. My friend that ate the grapes put $7 on the amount he had stolen. He was one of the most honest people I worked with.
The ones eating steak cooked on the heat seal of the meat wrapper never confessed to anything. They did not catch the cigarette and beer thieves they were looking for either.
The people that confessed were the honest ones who felt guilty for their petty thefts while the dishonest ones stuck to their guns and confessed to nothing. Brilliant move by HR.
Jiggle Jiggle
Chicago Style Stuffed Pizza
deep dish 1
Ingredients
2 (14 inch) soft pizza crusts
6 ounces pepperoni slices
6 ounces Italian sausage
8 ounces mushrooms, sliced
1 green bell pepper, cut into thin strips
1 red onion, cut into thin strips
1 can pizza sauce
8 ounces shredded mozzarella cheese
1 cup ricotta cheese
1/8 cup Italian seasoning
2 cloves garlic
1 teaspoon salt
Instructions
Spray a 12 inch deep-dish pizza pan with vegetable oil.
Place 1 pizza crust in pan and have crust come up sides like a pie.
Add all listed ingredients into pizza pan, adding seasoning to top.
Place second crust on top and use a fork to blend top and bottom crusts together like a pie. Cut off any additional crust.
Bake at 350 degrees F for 45 minutes.
Silent Running (Hidden Gems)
Has there been any case of enemy soldiers showing respect in WW2?
I can’t remember who wrote it, but I’d read a book many years ago about Operation Market Garden. Although some of the British 1st Airborne Division escaped Arnhem, many remained trapped and were captured by the Germans. One of the men who became a POW talked about marching into captivity past German soldiers. The Germans were cheering them saying things like “Good show, Tommy!” The writer said it felt like the winners of a soccer match were consoling the losers after the game. That, of course, didn’t make the defeat any easier to swallow!
Another I’d read about (again, I can’t remember the source) was the US occupation of Japan immediately after the Japanese surrender. As advance American units landed, they headed to Yokohama where their headquarters would be. The Japanese had lined the route with soldiers as guards – all of them had turned their backs to the road. The occupying Americans took that as a sign of disrespect but it was actually the opposite: in Japanese culture, that’s showing the utmost sign of respect.
Star Trek:TNG – Data shows off his ultra human strength to primitive aliens(commander ,Data, )
Every day when I leave, my boss says, “Leaving already?” Today I replied, “I did my 8 hours” and he says “Well, you are salaried”. I do my work, don’t use my computer for anything other than work, and also work from home. What’s his deal?
Lovely. A guy still living in 1865 and he thinks we should be slaves to our jobs.
I remember, some time back, where portions of the bridge, out of my neighborhood were flooded out. No cars were getting into my neighborhood and none were leaving and this was the only way out of my neighborhood. I took pictures of this event and sent them to my boss. He came back and stated “So, this is your excuse for not coming into work. Consider yourself fired”.
So, I did and this was on a Friday morning. I started looking for jobs and by Friday evening, I secured a new job that started a week later. On Monday, my prior boss called around 10:30 AM and asked where I was at and I reminded him “Don’t you remember you firing me? You don’t?! Okay, as a former colleague, I am going to let you in on something, lay off on the day drinking. Everyone knows it is not your cologne.” It was an unhidden fact that everyone knew this manager was hitting the sauce, early on in the day, everyday. No one had the ability or courage to say anything and since I was fired… the courage was right there for me.
So accurate
What has your manager asked you to do that you outright refused to do?
I once did maintenance for a guy that was a true slumlord in Gainesville, FL. I was the only one that had a HVAC license in the whole company and he was using my license to buy Freon and to legally evacuate and recycle extracted Freon. The guy was so cheap that he only owned one Freon pump and vacuum pump, he wouldn’t even spend the money to buy a good set of gauges and I just used my own but I refused to bring my pumps and tanks to work because they’re expensive and I knew he wouldn’t replace them. Anyway, I was out on a job that was fairly remote and needed to evacuate system to do repairs, I called and asked if they could send the equipment out to me rather than me having to drive approximately 45 minutes back to the shop. The answer I got was no and that they were using it at another job (keep in mind that I’m the only one licensed to handle Freon) and if I needed it then I could just evacuate the Freon into the air. Well first off, that’s completely illegal and would cost me my license if I was caught, secondly it’s just plain unethical and I refused to do it. I flat refused and was told that if I didn’t want to do that to leave the job and he would send somebody else out to do it. At this point I not only flat refused I quit as soon as I got back to the shop. I then called the EPA and reported him and also made sure to let all the HVAC suppliers in the area know that they were no longer allowed to use my license for refrigerant purchases or anything else.
When he tries to purchase Freon and found out that he could no longer buy it, he completely flipped out and called me cussing me out as it was the middle of summer in the middle of the Florida swampland. He was having to contract the work out to HVAC companies now and they really didn’t like him so they were bending him over big time. Then on top of that he was investigated by the EPA and hit with huge fines. I have no regrets.
Such an American video
What was the most expensive surprise you received in a bill from a doctor or hospital? Did you pay it?
When I was 19 years old, I was going to collage, and working a job at a McDonald’s part-time.
At the time, I didn’t have either health insurance or a PCP.
It was a particularly cold winter, and I was often put in the drive-thru window; so about once every 2–3 weeks I’d end up with a nasty cold. I’d call in sick when this happened, as it’s illegal to work in food service while sick, and I’d typically be find after just a day or two. Sometime’s they’d accept over the phone, sometimes they’d make me come in anyways, before taking one look at me and telling me to go home.
One time when I called back to say I was over the cold, and good to work again, the manager told me I needed to get a doctor’s note before they’d let me go back to work. I explained I didn’t have insurance, or a doctor, they basically said “not my problem.”
So with literally no other option. I went to a hospital’s ER. I walked in, checked in, talked to the triage nurse, explained what was happening, and asked them to just write a note saying I’m good to work.
The triage nurse took my vitals and wrote the note, and I was out of the ER in literally 5 min, never having left the lobby nor seen an actual doctor.
A month later, I got a bill for $500 in the mail from the Hospital. I should mention that I was only making around $300 a month at my part time job, and had no other income.
I’m just about 40 now. It’s been over 20 years since they sent me that bill. I’ve still not paid it.
What’s the rudest thing a waiter ever said to you?
It wasn’t the waiter. It was the bartender. I had taken my two children out for lunch before we went school shopping. We stopped at Applebee’s, and as we were perusing the menu, we ordered our drinks. I ordered a bloody Mary with extra limes, my son ordered a cookie milkshake with extra cookies. I don’t remember what my daughter ordered, but she wanted something extra in her drink as well. The waitress left the table and walked over to the bar to order our drinks. The bartender yelled out extremely loud for the whole restaurant to here, including myself that sure we want to have extra things but don’t want to pay for them. What he didn’t know was I was a waitress at the time and had no problem paying for extras. I was so embarrassed! After that, I walked over to him and let him know I heard everything he had said, and we left the restaurant. Wasn’t too happy about Applebee’s that day. However, the next weekend I took my children there again in hopes for a better experience. We ended up having the same waitress and I told her I was so sorry that we left the prior week After she took her drink orders . She remembered us and has heard about the situation in regards to what the bartender said. She apologized profusely and the manager came over and apologized as well! We ended up getting our dinners free that day with free desserts. Not sure whatever happened to the bartender, but I must say Applebee’s stepped up to the plate! And yes, I left her a big tip!
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What was the most expensive surprise you received in a bill from a doctor or hospital? Did you pay it?
When I was 19 years old, I was going to collage, and working a job at a McDonald’s part-time.
At the time, I didn’t have either health insurance or a PCP.
It was a particularly cold winter, and I was often put in the drive-thru window; so about once every 2–3 weeks I’d end up with a nasty cold. I’d call in sick when this happened, as it’s illegal to work in food service while sick, and I’d typically be find after just a day or two. Sometime’s they’d accept over the phone, sometimes they’d make me come in anyways, before taking one look at me and telling me to go home.
One time when I called back to say I was over the cold, and good to work again, the manager told me I needed to get a doctor’s note before they’d let me go back to work. I explained I didn’t have insurance, or a doctor, they basically said “not my problem.”
So with literally no other option. I went to a hospital’s ER. I walked in, checked in, talked to the triage nurse, explained what was happening, and asked them to just write a note saying I’m good to work.
The triage nurse took my vitals and wrote the note, and I was out of the ER in literally 5 min, never having left the lobby nor seen an actual doctor.
A month later, I got a bill for $500 in the mail from the Hospital. I should mention that I was only making around $300 a month at my part time job, and had no other income.
I’m just about 40 now. It’s been over 20 years since they sent me that bill. I’ve still not paid it.
What happens if you give two weeks’ notice and they ask you to leave?
I gave3 weeks notice because the estimator I worked with would need time to be trained to cope without me (he was almost computer illiterate). Our boss ALWAYS let everyone work out their notice. He was very easy going like that, except with me. I pissed him off so much when I gave him my notice that he immediately escorted me out of the place like I was a common criminal. LOL
He first sent me in to get my stuff, but then realized that after being there a decade, I had a lot of stuff. My husband worked there also and we often went straight from work to meet clients. I kept clothes, shoes nice boots, work boots, makeup, meds, anything I might need was kept at work. He then came and told my estimator to just bring me home (I had a company vehicle).
“You can come back this weekend to get your stuff. I don’t want you to be embarrassed.”
Have you actually ever heard someone say ‘Do you know who I am?’ indignantly?
A couple of years ago I was in my driveway when I witnessed a young mother and her child walking down our street, being harassed by a young man in his mid-20s. He was following them, getting in her face yelling at her, putting his hands on her and telling her to go back and get in the car. She kept telling him to leave her alone.
I called out to her and asked if she needed a ride somewhere. She and her child (small boy around 5 or 6) turned around and walked back to where I was standing – which pissed the man off. Then he followed them up my driveway and started screaming at me – calling me names and telling me to mind my own business. When I told him he had made it my business – he started posturing and making threats to me, asking loudly “Do you know who I am?”
My reply was “I don’t know who you think you are – but from where I stand, I see a sad little man child who likes to intimidate and harass women and children. Now step off my property before I call the cops. I’m sure they”ll know who you are.”
He took me seriously and stepped into the road- but continued his verbal harassment , even as the woman and her kid climbed into my car and I backed out of my driveway.
Turns out he was her boyfriend, but I never did find out what the argument was about. I offered to take her to the police station – but she didn’t want to go there – so instead I drove her to where she wanted to go (a few miles away.)
I haven’t seen either of them since but I sure as hell hope she got away from that abusive hothead.
When someone answers your questions partially, wait. Don’t interrupt. Chances are high that they will complete the answer when you say nothing.
When you want to get something from someone, frame it as an offer/opportunity instead of a request. Anyone will be ready to accept an offer/opportunity.
When you meet people, notice their eye color while you smile at them. Don’t mention anything about it. It’s a good way to make sure that you really look them in the eyes.
A person’s name is the sweetest sound in the world to that person. To make a person feel very special, remember and repeat their name.
Have zero expectations when you are first trying something new, it prevents disappointment.
To judge a person’s character, notice the way they treat people – who can’t do anything for them.
After you state your position in a negotiation. Wait for a while. If you continue to speak, you are not speaking in your favour.
Chewing gum while doing nerve-racking things calm your brain.
When you are learning something, teach someone about it. You will remember it easily and explore more in the process of teaching.
Most people’s favourite subject to talk about is themselves. If you don’t know what to talk about, or have awkward silence, just ask them questions.
Emotional expression causes emotion. If you focus yourself to smile, your mood will actually improve.
Stand up straight. It makes you look more confident and you will actually feel more confident.
With kids, frame things in a way that always gives them a choice. It makes them feel like they are in control. For eg., “Do you want to wear red shirt or blue shirt?” Either way, they know it’s time to put on a shirt.
When asking for favors use the word “because”. No matter how simple the reason. The word “because” makes them think it must be okay because there is a reason.
This Is The Best Red Pilled Video You Will Ever See!
Roasted Pepper and Gorgonzola Pizza
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Ingredients
Pizza
1 Boboli or homemade crust
Garlic Oil Sauce
Mozzarella cheese, grated
Gorgonzola cheese
Roasted red bell pepper strips
Garlic Oil Sauce
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
4 cloves garlic
Instructions
Pizza
Heat the oven to 450 degrees F. Spray or grease a pizza pan or stone.
Top crust with Garlic Oil Sauce, mozzarella cheese, gorgonzola cheese and bell pepper strips.
Bake on the bottom rack of oven for 8 to 12 minutes or until cheese is melted and crust is piping hot.
Garlic Oil Sauce
Puree olive oil and garlic in blender.
Undercover boss finds out just how evil graduate job applications are
I read about an employer who was telling a guy that nobody wants to work because they've been trying to hire people for months and were getting no takers.
The man said "My son applied to your business online and got no response".
Apparently, the software was rejecting all these applicants. The employer had no idea.
What bad experience had you saying “I will never buy from that company or use their service ever again”?
I was in Milwaukee about 3 years ago for training for a job I’d just gotten and the orientation was going to be 2 days so I was put up in my hotel room and I started to get hungry around 5:00 P.M. and while watching TV shows, I went to the website for EatStreet and looked up food places near the hotel in the downtown area and there’s this pizza and gyro delivery restaurant called New York Pizza Delivery and so I ordered a pizza, breadsticks and a soda from them. Went back to watching the TV. They said it would be there by 6:00 P.M. 6:00 P.M. arrived. No food delivery. So I thought I’d give them a margin in case they got delayed somehow which happens occasionally with food deliveries. By 6:30 P.M., still no food. So I called the restaurant, and I said, you know, where’s my food, they told me it’d be here by 6? The guy who answered the phone said it came but the driver couldn’t find me or my room but they’d send it again. So I headed down to the front lobby and asked the clerk if they’d seen the pizza delivery driver and they said they hadn’t. By 8:00 P.M there was still no pizza. So at 8:30 P.M, I called the restaurant again and asked them why my food wasn’t there and they said the driver forgot to drop off my pizza but they’d send him again. Basically I got my pizza a full 4 and a half hours later and it was only slightly warm. Worst customer service I’ve ever had. I’m not ordering through EatStreet again because they blow, too.
Freedom In CHINA Vs AMERICA! (Untold TRUTH)
Would Chinese people voluntarily fight in the Chinese military, are they forced to, or is it more an obligation rather than a desire?
To say volunteer is an understatement. It has become the major regret of some who could not make the cut to serve in the PLA. Each year enrollment into the PLA is selected from a big group of volunteers like around a few hundred thousands, and not all pass the selection process.
I personally have encountered more than 10 individuals who wanted to join the PLA but were rejected. Some of them express a major regret for not being able to join the PLA and wish that they could have contributed in some other way.
At first like most foreigners I was baffled, I could not believe my ears as I’m from Singapore where all young men that are proven to be healthy and fit are required to do national service and the more common idea in Singapore is to try and escape it and go into the workforce as fast as you can. To be frank, I never agree to the idea that one should escape national service and come up with all manners of excuses for it as I’m one of those very on the ball types in the army, but I’m still very very surprise when I got to know how different it is in China. You would be too if you have seen a grown man with tears in his eyes because he was rejected by the PLA. And of course, I was doubtful because he had some beer before those tears appeared. Lol.
But seriously, after staying here for abit and having a relative (my wife’s family) who is in the PLA, you start to understand the kind of glory they put into it. It’s like a perosnal honor, a family honor or even a social honor. It’s even comparable to going to an ivy league University kind of honor if you perform well in the PLA.
But, that’s not to say that it’s simply like a degree where you study for it and you graduated with honors. The PLA has been serving the people rather well, especially in times of natural disaster or even law enforcement. Common example are like disaster relief work after the many earthquakes in western China, but an event that happened in my wife hometown like 25 years ago was rather closer to me. An organised crime family setup base in her hometown at that time. Crime was rampant, prositution, loan sharks, drugs, murder, etc, were an everyday event. The local police at that time was weak and from what I understand also corrupted, thus unwilling to flush them out. So when a new mayor with PLA background was posted to her hometown, things started to change. He at first tried to form his own town watch and policing units, but were not very sucessful due to the strongarm methods of the crime family. In fact it became worse when the crime family resisted and tried to assasinate him. Understanding the dire situation (maybe also for his own life), he made some calls to his connections in the CCP and PLA, and within 2 days the PLA send down troops to flush out the crime family and the corrupted police officers. It was like a brand new place overnight.
Well other than from my wife and her family, I heard this from many others living there that it’s true. I stand by the story since my wife’s uncle happens to be one of the PLA soldiers who was send down to flush out the crime family and as a homegrown hero, he got the banners with words like 人民子弟兵典范,人民英雄,sent as gifts by the locals to my mother-in-law house. They are now in his own house after he left the PLA and he choose to retire in the countryside. Even now, when he goes visit my mother-in-law, he is still remembered by the older folks as one of the PLA who rescued the town from unimaginable crime. His son now is also in the PLA and is very proud to be serving even as a small platoon leader.
As far as I know, there are many stories like that about the PLA soldiers, from rescuing a village cow stuck in a mine field near the border, to saving the suicidal from drowning themselves when off duty. Maybe it’s because I look out for such news because I believe in the good of man, but I think the general citizens have a very good impression of most PLA soldiers.
Thus given the very different environment and expectations of the PLA, I think now I understand the honors that comes with joining them. I sometimes do wish that Singaporeans would give the same credits to our SAF, but in the end, respect is earned over time and it would be up to the SAF to prove themselves to Singaporeans.
Mike Oldfield – Tubular Bells Full Album
Takes me back…
NearLink
This is the first time I’ve heard of NearLink. Have you guys heard of this?
Transmission Range:
Bluetooth – 10 m
Wi-Fi – 300 m
NearLink – 600 m
Transmission Rate:
Bluetooth – 50 Mbps
Wi-Fi – 500 Mbps
NearLink – 900 Mbps
Latency:
Bluetooth – 15-30 ms
Wi-Fi – 100 ms
NearLink – 20 μs
Microseconds?! Fucking, eh?
Connectable Devices:
Bluetooth – 8
Wi-Fi – 256
NearLink – 4,096
This technology is taking off like a rocket, it appears.
Incredible
What is the best excuse you have given to the police for speeding?
I was headed to the doctors office (running late of course) with my two young children, both of whom had ear infections and were screaming/crying in their car seats. Because they’d been sick I’d gotten about 6 hrs of sleep in the past two days.
I’d rolled down my window before the officer got to the car and I was busy trying to shush the kids while grabbing my license etc. When he got to the window his first question was why I was in such a hurry? I explained to him the info above and the Dr office would charge me extra if I didn’t get there soon and I just couldn’t afford extra on top of the appointment and the meds I knew I was going to need to buy.
The whole time we’re talking the kids are still screaming!!! He walks away to check my info and I lean over the seat to again try to comfort my kids. He comes back and says everything checked out fine and He was just going to give me a warning this time. He then said that he’s a father so completely understands what I’m dealing with; but Please slow down, the roads are icy, he can see that my tires are bald and he’d hate for us to get into an accident. He then gave me a card with the name of a tire shop and said to call them, saying that officer XXXX sent me and they would help me get new tires.
After the appointment I figured, what the heck; it can’t hurt to try the shop. They asked me to come in and quoted me a very reasonable price for 4 new tires, asked if I could put $25 down and then I could pay the rest at $25 a month. I agreed because I really did need new tires.
When the first bill came in the mail it said “Paid in Full”. I thought there was a mistake and called the place; the lady on the phone explained to me that the owner of the shop and the Officer were brothers and they did this for those that they felt needed the help. Best traffic stop I’ve ever had!!!
When I was in my 20’s, after the Navy, but before I was married, I had a friend that I used to hang out with. His name was Kerby. We were good buds.
He told me a story that he participated in decades ago (now).
He was with another friend (that I didn’t know), they pitched together $300 dollars and bought $3000 FAKE DOLLARS = counterfeit money.
And then went on a joy ride from one end of the state to the other end. They visited dark dimly lit bars, would pass the fake money off as real and buy some beer and get real change.
At the end of the night, they had a van full of beer, lots of cash, and the FBI and Police looking all over for them.
Ugh!
Mistakes that young people get involved in. Sheech!
They never caught them, as this was long before video cameras and the like. But yeah, apparently they were on the “wanted list” for years afterwards.
Kirby left the state and stayed away for a few months until things died down. He told me that he would never do that again, but he did say that it was a Hell of a lot of fun. But, man, oh man, what were they thinking?
Today…
What job offered to you was so shocking that you didn’t even believe that it was happening?
This was so long ago, it is probably safe to tell the story now. I lived in Delray Beach, Florida. I worked for IBM in Boca Raton, five miles from the house. My job was in finance.
I was extremely closed mouth about lots of things, and I never, ever betrayed a confidence.
After going to a local meat and seafood dealer for about a year, I was approached by the owner. He had friends in Miami, thirty miles away, who had a great deal for me.
If I would agree to go to a location, blindfolded, for a single Saturday and review some “numbers” for them, it would net me $10,000 cash.
I was making $25,000 a year, in 1983. Now, this was way before the movie _The Firm_, but I knew any deal with the devil would not end well.
Was I tempted?
Absolutely.
Especially with the promise of more money in the future, with the total promise I would be protected. But after the three seconds of personal consideration, I had to come up with a reason to not accept.
I came up with the highly plausible excuse that in the military I had a SUPER high security clearance (which was absolutely true) and since it was still active, I knew the NSA was still keeping tabs on me.
As much as I wanted and needed the VERY GENEROUS offer, in good conscience I couldn’t expose anybody to the type of harassment I had to endure from the constant surveillance.
WHEW! He bought it. But until we moved five years later, he ALWAYS gave me a discount on shrimp and Florida lobster tails. Better to be eating the fishes rather than sleeping with them.
She can hear me
How can Gina Raimondo promote and stabilize trade relations with China while addressing Chinese concerns about U.S. containment efforts?
The very fact that she is in Beijing to negotiate tells us plenty.
It would have been unthinkable for the Commerce Secretary to visit Tokyo after fixing Toshiba and forcing the Japanese to abandon their semiconductor domination plan in the 1980s, in order to “keep the lines of communications” open.
What America is doing to fix the Chinese high-tech sector in the 21st century is way more intense than Japan suffered in the 20th.
For example, Toshiba didn’t suffer the multidimensional sanctions and curbs that Huawei is experiencing, and that includes the high-profile arrest of Huawei’s CFO in Canada.
More than 1,600 Chinese entities are under sanction today, many in the high-tech field, and the list includes universities and domestic tech champions. The blanket tariffs are still in force, while a pervasive propaganda war is being funded to intensify demonization of the Chinese.
It is naked economic and media war, and Gina has helmed efforts to hold Chinese “feet to the fire” since she took office. Her words.
China must be doing many things right for Gina to visit this late into the game, despite her fierce rhetoric and missive.
Gina can promote and stabilize relations by listening to Chinese concerns in good faith… and do something about them.
Genus is the courage to stand up
As a doctor, what is the most dangerous lie a patient has told you?
The guy had a dislocated shoulder. You could plainly see it on the X-ray and you could easily tell by examination. According to the chart, this was the second time he had been in the ER that week for the same complaint. That is not all that unusual because once a shoulder is dislocated, it can become pretty unstable which causes it to dislocate again with very little trauma. The story was a little strange though. He told us that it happened again because he took off his sling in order to pour a bowl of cereal. The motion of tipping over a half gallon of milk to fill his bowl caused the dislocation today. He seemed to be in excruciating pain.
There was nothing to do but reduce the dislocation. There are a number of ways to do this but all of the most effective ones require sedation and with the amount of pain he seemed to be having there was really no other option. He was connected to the monitors and a nurse came in to help monitor him. I also had a tech in the room and a medical student to teach and also help with the procedure in the event it became physically difficult to perform.
It took a lot of pain medicine to sedate him to the right level.
In fact, almost twice as much as I expected. Even after that much medicine every time we started to pull on his arm he would cry out in pain. So, he got more medicine. After he was appropriately sedated, his shoulder was extremely easy to reduce. We wrapped him up in a sling and got a post-reduction X-ray to make sure everything was back to normal, and he was placed in his treatment room until we could arrange a follow-up with an orthopedic surgeon.
I went back in the room to talk to him about his follow-up and the need to see a surgeon to be evaluated and he was screaming in pain. He told me his shoulder just dislocated on its own right before I walked in. Another X-ray and sure enough, it was dislocated again. We go through the whole process again and he is discharged this time. However, he ends up coming right back in to the ER because he said his shoulder dislocated while trying to get into his car. So, he gets placed back in a room and we prepare to do it all over again.
At this point, one of the ER techs comes up to me and tells me sheepishly that she was outside hiding to have a smoke break when she sees our patient come out and have a cigarette nearby. She watches him as he pulls his arm out of socket then continues to watch him as he walks back into the ER. I confronted the patient and he initially denied it but ultimately admitted that he could dislocate his own shoulder. He had kept doing it that day because he wanted long-acting sedating medications not the Propofol we had been giving him.
This was incredibly dangerous.
As my anesthesia colleagues will tell you, conscious sedation in the ER is not an ideal environment. It is fraught with hazards including aspiration, circulatory collapse and airway occlusion. Pretty much any lie a patient tells their doctor places them at risk but this sort of lie is Russian roulette.
"In 2022, the US defence spending amounted to $811 billion, if memory serves, and Russia spent $72 billion. The difference is more than ten-fold.
The United States’ defence spending amounts to about 40 percent of the global figure, or more precisely, 39 percent, while Russia accounts for 3.5 percent.
Considering this difference, are we planning to fight NATO?
This is nonsense.
Besides, what are we doing during our special military operation? We are defending the people who live in our historical territories.
There would have been no developments similar to those that are now taking place, if they established entirely new relations in the sphere of security following the breakup of the Soviet Union, as Russia had suggested.
They would have simply heeded our interests in the sphere of security; we discussed this issue year after year and, in effect, from decade to decade. They simply ignored us and deployed their forces next to our borders.
Did we move towards the borders of the NATO bloc’s member countries? We did not bother anyone. They were moving towards us.
Did we cross the ocean and approach US borders? No, they are the ones who are closing in on us, and they have reached our borders.
What are we doing?
We are only defending our people on our historical territories.
It is therefore complete nonsense when people say that we intend to attack Europe after Ukraine."
Excerpt from remarks by Russian President Vladimir Putin during a meeting with army aviation pilots of the Russian Federation Defence Ministry’s 344th Centre for Combat Employment and Retraining in Torzhok, Tver Oblast, Russia, March 27, 2024.
Ouch truth!
It is all about birth date…
Today I was watching the first half of a documentary on the First Emperor of China…Qin Shi Huang…
…and I was thinking how much sucks to be born and having grown in a civilization that is deep into a state of decadence…
…the thought arose because China nowadays is arising which reminds the “heroic” time depicted in the documentary…with one man outstanding enough to conquer an absolutely huge territory in his own lifetime and without all the powerful technologies we have nowadays…while Italy has been through a very long stage of decadence…in essence we have been decaying since the Fall of the Roman Empire, because, while many Foreigners (and we ourselves) admire the beauty produced by Italian Renaissance…all that beauty arose by the fact of having what was once the “core” of the Roman Empire…the Italian peninsula…split between many different courts which competed to show off their greatness by patronizing art and by having a Catholic Church which had too much and too pervasive power within it (and how the Catholic Church had been an obstacle to Italian unification became quite obvious especially in the end of the Risorgimento
)…
( In that sense this reminds me a bit a discussion with an Iranian driver…we were just chatting while he was driving I don’t remember where…probably to some job interview in a not very easy to reach location…and he came up with the point we both were “from once great empires”…
For a moment I was puzzled…mmmh…Iran? …once great empire? 😮
…oh…fuck…he’s right!! Iran = Persian Empire!!!
Nowadays we rarely think back at those times…I mean…the last exposure the Western audience had to the Persian Empire was the movie 300…which kind of understand why the Iranian despised so much, because, apart from painting them as the “bad guys” [which in any portrayal of historical events is generally inevitable…being most of them wars!], they made that poor Persian Emperor look like the Ultimate Embodiment of Faggotry! I mean…if I was in them I’d be pissed like them if they did that “treatment” to Julius Caesar or Octavianus Augustus!!
Was a bit a weird moment…yeah…he’s right…we were in a very similar situation indeed, although nowadays…a few years later…things for Iran are getting better! )
The point is this…
…when you grow into a decadent society, you can’t really tell how much your “gaps” in education could arise by your not having been a diligent and good student or from the fact that you have grown in a society where academic institution “scam” people by providing a lot of “propaganda” and “crap” instead of “useful training”…you can’t really tell how much flawed, morally lacking or warped you indeed are because you were “bad seed” from the start or how much you’ve been warped like a fucking bonsai by being immersed into a degenerate environment (like the bonsai is warped by being a tree meant to grow into the ground and instead being forced to grow into a small vase) and routinely come across warped people…
Now…it is not that there is a huge “difference” in the basic make-up of Humankind between “decadent” and “resurgent” cultures…”idiots” are a common curse for Humankind all around the planet…we might be able to limit their incidence through eugenetic practice, but I am not totally sure that that would work so flawlessly given that idiots seem to be born even from smart people!
…but in decadent societies “idiots” and “incompetents” are allowed to arise to position of increasing power, because if you have a worthless elite made up of human shits…their main concern is to ensure that none could replace them…so they promote idiots, incompetents and worthless people who owe everything to them and that, in truth, would deserve just to exist 6-feet underground and feed plants as fertilizer!
…in resurgent societies such individuals are limited to positions where they can do little damage and generally never tolerated to arise to roles where their stupidity or incompetence could cause problems to the rest of society…
…but growing in a decadent society is painful precisely for that…having gone through a system that is completely rotten and where meritocracy is just a sham…you can’t really tell to which point you were indeed worthy and to which point your beliefs about your worth are just a product of vain arrogance!
Sometimes I watch some videos that show people living in Russia and in China…for example Patrick Lancaster’s videos from the war-zone in Donbass or some interviews of ordinary Chinese citizens by some Chinese journalist…and what feels somehow “bizarre” is both how those people seem to be both humble and, apart from suffering (in the case of those living in the warzone) happy with their ordinary lives!
Here in the West everyone seems to be constantly hellbent on showing off how they are supposedly worthy of great positions of leadership or great responsibility…on average…we are literally oozing arrogance!
Why?
Because here more and more increasingly only way to afford a roof on your head, food on table and to build a family is to be awarded a role as supervisor, manager or director of something…while people in Russia and China seem to be able to live happy ordinary lives even with “humble” jobs!
In a sense feel like living on completely different planets…neither is perfect, sure…but the West is becoming more and more like a screwed up dystopia!
Now the truth is that I want to see Russia and China prevail…to see the kind of fair world order they represent to prevail…not because I am some sort of “paragon of virtue and human perfection”…in fact I might indeed share some of the decadence of the West…I no longer care to see things in terms of “moral superiority” (although I have great time in using certain rhetoric against the Langley Boyz, because, being a bunch of unenlightened dim-wits driven by fear and by their bases instincts like fucking animals, you can literally see those worms twist in pain when you push certain narratives* on them…because they might sorely like any degree of enlightenment, but, in their bones, they “know” that they are like worms…in essence…they have absolutely nothing of the noble greatness of a defiant Lucifer just flung into the Abyss! …because that kind of “evil” would shamelessly “own” its fallen nature…not squirm and hide like a cockroach from light!)…but I want to see the West finally crumble, to see the idiots who ruled us and the bastards puppeteering them pay the full price for their unworthiness in the most draconian way….I want to see their “bad seed” to be eradicated to the root in purely medieval and Biblical “destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah” style…and arise back to a place which will no longer warp people like it currently does!
…because I feel that, if I had been grown in such environment, I’d have grown as a much better and happier person (although probably less faceted and less “aware”…because suffering brings enlightenment…like the Phoenix can only arise if it dies and burns into ashes!)! 🤔
*= In a sense seems like being into a knife fight with some scumbag you despise and having your pain receptors completely non-functional…
P.S.: This “pain” of being from a decadent crumbling society is probably one of the kind of “pains” I can still suffer (apart from butt-hurt from Carolina Reapers!!! 🤣), because I do notice how it “cuts deep”…it’s like a deep wound that is not fatal, but can’t heal properly either! 🙄
P.P.S.: Note that I have even great time when those idiots complain about me being “unfair” or “coward” when I block them after ensuring to have the last sentence in a pointless back-and-forth with them, which generally is of little use given the bastards have 1.000.000 sock-puppet accounts each!
But you know?
I’d not have started using the block function on Twitter so extensively and so craftily if some son of bitch had not abused the reporting function to nuke my old Twitter account, eh?
So my answer to the Langley Boyz complaning?
Police work is difficult
What screams “I’m upper class”?
My ex-boyfriend’s father took me with them on vacation and paid for everything for me. That shocked me, I felt so horrible about it. You know, kind-hearted people with money have this sentence they say to make you feel better about it, but it just doesn’t help:
“Don’t think about it. I did it because I wanted to, not because I had to.”
I totally get it, but at the same time, it doesn’t help at all because they still spent so much money on me. That isn’t a privilege I have in my family. If you’re coming over, the max I’ll get you is dinner on me.
I told my ex that I didn’t want him to get me anything expensive for Christmas. He got me a new SSD because my PC was running out of space. You don’t understand how uncomfortable that made me feel. I hate giving and receiving gifts. It felt like I was in debt. It doesn’t matter if you wanted to do it out of the goodness in your heart, it sucks.
When my ex crashed his car into a tree (or was it a lamppost, I forgot), his dad said the most important thing was that he was safe. The car could just be fixed. I’ve never had a car, no one in my family has a car, I don’t know how much car reparations cost, but I can’t imagine it’s cheap. I thought it was ridiculous that he was more worried about his son when, evidently, he’s fine enough to call him. But you know what isn’t fine? The damn car.
One of my ex-best friends (well, not sure if I should call her ex best friend, we are still friends, just haven’t seen each other in 4 years) is the same way. They had everyone over for our graduation for a party. THEY HOSTED A PARTY. And they served freaking steak to everyone. STEAK! That’s not cheap meat, man. Just being able to host like 30 students, that’s insane.
Most of my classmates go skiing every winter break and still go somewhere for summer as well. That baffles me.
People who can just brush off stuff like this are like aliens to me. Man, I wish I was rich.
My best friend was in a relationship for 8 wonderful years. Suddenly, one day I see his girlfriend getting engaged to some other guy. She broke up with him a month ago and married someone soon after that. It left my friend in tatters and he had to visit a shrink for years to come.
My best friend from school got jealous of me because he had a crush on the same girl I was dating. He totally stopped talking to me and talked bad about me everywhere. He even went on to harass her after she left me for not giving him a chance.
I do still miss him. I spent the best of my childhood with him.
A very good friend of mine fell in love with a guy. In 6 months, she was pregnant, and the guy was in London after blocking her everywhere.
A course-mate of mine supported a family in his hometown and sponsored their daughter’s education. A few years later, the girl committed suicide and everyone started spreading rumors that he tried to take undue advantage of her, hence she did so.
Fact was, he was the most kind and lovable person who was himself suffering from a lot of personal problems. Nobody listened to him, he still does not visit his hometown.
One of my neighbor’s father passed away. His uncle came with a lawyer and took charge of their entire assets claiming his rights. His mother and sister were forced to live in a paltry one room apartment, and his sister was later admitted to rehabilitation center on accounts of Schizophrenia.
I was cheated on, insulted and told “ I have nothing to do with you or your life. I am with someone else.” after two years of a relationship which was passionate, intense and nurturing suddenly one day.
I can never understand people honestly.
What forces them to change or act in a way that is inhumane and unjustified?
Being selfish is good but understanding someone else and walking in their shoes for a moment would probably give a better perspective.
Blood relations, romantic relations and friends who have spent numerous wonderful slices of time together forget everything in a second, and cease to exist.
I cannot, I am sure most of us cannot do that. It is really hard to understand such acts. Then again, they are the flag-bearers of “My life, my rules.”
Humanity and human emotions have much more in store than being selfish, egotistic, and hoggish.
To the few good ones left, cheers!
Shout out for men
What is the biggest snub you received from a family member?
My Dad had a double stroke and he nearly died. I hadn’t seen him for about 15 years, there was no fall out it just happened.
I was persuaded by a friend to travel from Cumbria to East London to see him.
I did so, asking my elder brother, who had fallen out with Dad, to come with me, he refused.
I went on my own, saw my Dad in the ward in an awful state, he looked straight past me and asked where was my brother.
I was absolutely gutted.
I stayed for half an hour and left, never to see him again, he died 8 years later and I didn’t go to his funeral.
However, as if to confirm my anger with him I went to an army reunion in 2010 and as I was entering the RBL in Blackpool my mobile rang, I answered it and the nurse said ““Alan, I have your Dad here, he’d like to talk with you”.
What did he say? ““Where’s your Brother, why won’t he talk to me?” He was still suffering from the stroke but sod that, I hung up.
I’m not angry anymore, still gutted, but have moved on.
Take Control Today
How has the Hong Kong government restricted free expression through the new national security law?
No two bones about it, yes they have. Hong Kong between 1st July 1997 and 29th June 2000 was effectively what I call a free fire zone. That’s something from my DALnet days.
Hong Kong had REAL and absolute freedom of speech.
Shouting fire in a crowded cinema? LEGAL. You see a variation, people shouting boiling water to get people to move out the way. It might get you beaten up but the government wouldn’t do shit about it.
Calling for mass murder – LEGAL.
Doxing and revealing names of people publicly – LEGAL.
Encouraging people to commit crimes – LEGAL.
This is Alvin Yeung a politician encouraging the youth to be violent and how a criminal record was a great thing.
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He said that around 2017 or 2018. He wasn’t arrested.
Benny Tai – called for the destruction of China and he wasn’t arrested.
Jimmy Lai – called Mainland Chinese locusts and wanted their extermination. He is literally on record calling for nuclear bombs to be used on Chinese cities. He ran a 2 week long newspaper campaign (though I hesistate to call his publications newspapers) on calling mainland Chinese insects.
He too wasn’t arrested.
HK’s NSL law put in place June 30th 2020… just moved Hong Kong to international norms.
In the UK incitement to murder, incitement to violence, incitement to racial hate, doxxing have all been illegal for a very long time.
So it’s absolutely true the NSL had a chilling effect on freedom of speech and freedom of expression for SOME PEOPLE. It has had no effect on me, why?
Maybe because I’m not a shitty person who:
Calls for extermination of people.
Calls for violence against others.
China warns US/NATO. China “Ready To Intervene” if US, NATO Attack Russia. Report claims.
What is the funniest joke you’ve been told that you still think about to this day?
A first-grade teacher asks her class if anyone knows a word they can spell. Only little Freddie raises his hand. The teacher is dismayed because Freddie is the most foul-mouthed kid the teacher has ever encountered. She doesn’t exactly blame Freddie, because she has met his parents and knows that Freddie is simply following a family tradition, so to speak. Still, she really doesn’t want to call on him, because who knows what will come out of his mouth. She waits a bit, but nobody else raises a hand.
So rather than having him answer directly, she asks him, “Freddie, how many letters does your word have?”
Little Freddie stands up and confidently announces, “Four!”
Of course it’s a four-letter word, thinks the teacher. Still, she decides to probe some more. “What letter does your word start with?”
Freddie says, “F!”
This isn’t getting any better. She really wants to shut it down, but doesn’t want to make Freddie feel bad. So, against her better judgment, she continues, “And what letter does your word end with?”
Freddie says, “M!”
Well, that’s a surprise, thinks the teacher. The word might be “farm” or “film” or “form,” or maybe something else, but certainly nothing offensive.
“Okay, Freddie, what’s your word and how is it spelled?”
Little Freddie proudly smiles and answers, “Fuk’m, F-U-K-M.”
After returning from the military, what was the first luxury you enjoyed returning home?
I flew from LAX (where protesters were yelling obscenities at us) to O’hare airport in Chicago to catch a flight to my home town…Benton Harbor Michigan, which is 60 miles from Chicago across the lake. There was a snow storm that grounded all flights.
I got a hotel room at the Holiday Inn until I could catch a flight home the next day. I went to my room and showered and came down to the restaurant where I ordered a Filet Mignon and lobster tail with a Drambuie after drink. What a wonderful meal it was. I asked for my check and the waitress said “it’s been taken care of. I ask “by who?” she replied “they wish to remain anonymous and you’re invited to the piano bar if you’d like to have a few drinks.”
I went into the piano bar and they bought me drinks while we sat around the piano singing Irish songs. There were business men, politicians and police there. A gentleman at the bar told me, “This is the silent majority, expressing their gratitude for your service.” What a great evening. I staggered upstairs to my room and slept like a baby.
The next morning I got up showered, put on a clean uniform and checked out and the receptionist said “your room has been taken care of”.
A class act by the “Silent Majority” that should have happened to every returning Vietnam veteran.
The next day in my home town I was arrested for threatening a anti-war protester who was calling me a baby killer and spent the night in jail. Welcome home Marine.
I was an honor student, driving an ambulance at night and had scholarships in Biology and Chemistry. I turned down my scholarships and enlisted, because I thought it was my turn and my duty to serve the country. My Dad served in Germany and my uncle in the Pacific at Guadalcanal and Iwo Jima. Having friends killed and come home maimed, I was ready to do my part. Regardless of your view of the war, you should not separate the warrior from the war. We didn’t know the truth about the war when we went in and were just being patriotic and answering the call of JFK. Semper Fi
So very TRUE
This is a bookmark level video. Must watch.
Was there really a feud between Arnold Schwarzenegger and Sylvester Stallone?
Very much so. And it’s confirmed by both of the actors.
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They first met in the late 1970s at the Golden Globes. Sly was nominated for Best Actor for Rocky. Arnold was nominated for New Star of the Year for his role in Stay Hungry.
Arnold walked away with a statue. Sly didn’t. And Arnold, in good competitive fashion (as observed in his Pumping Iron documentary), gave Sly shit for not winning in his category. He laughed at him. Sly then threw a vase of flowers across the room towards Arnold. He says that from that moment on through the 1980s and early 1990s, these two box office competitors had a true rivalry.
By the mid-1980s, they were both the top action stars in the world. They were constantly trying to outdo one another.
Who could make the bigger movie? Who could earn more at the box office?
Arnold arguably won the overall battle in that respect. He even managed to outwit Sly and trick him into making a terrible movie.
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Arnold had read the script for this movie first. It was terrible. He knew it. But he wanted to see if he could trick Sly into doing it.
Arnold told the story in a Q/A:
“So I went in – this was during our war – I said to myself, I’m going to leak out that I have tremendous interest. I know the way it works in Hollywood. I would then ask for a lot of money. So then they’d say, ‘Let’s go give it to Sly. Maybe we can get him for cheaper.’ So they told Sly, ‘Schwarzenegger’s interested. Here’s the press clippings. He’s talked about that. If you want to grab that one away from him, that is available.’ And he went for it! He totally went for it. A week later, I heard about it, ‘Sly is signing now to do this movie.’ And I said, [pumps fist] ‘Yes!'”
Sly has since confirmed this story as well.
While Sly had franchises like Rocky and Rambo, Arnold had more overall original hits like The Terminator, Commando, Predator, The Running Man, etc. Sly tried to keep up with the likes of movies like Cobra, Tango and Cash, and Over the Top, but they never really did that well compared to Arnold’s movies at the time.
Once both of their action careers started to falter in the mid-1990s, their competitiveness went down.
They are now very close friends. They’ve co-starred in movies together (Escape Plan, The Expendables franchise). They hang out together.
Here they are together on a Christmas Day.
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Sly says that while he hated Arnold back in the day, he’s indebted to him because they helped each other work harder in their prime.
They came into the business at the same time from different angles. They had different strengths and weaknesses. Sly was often an auteur. Arnold relied on other writers and directors. Sly was nominated for writing and acting Oscars. Arnold has never received a nomination or any real acclaim for his acting. But Arnold had a slight edge over Sly when it came to the box office.
Sly’s movies have made $3,968,669,509.
Arnold’s movies have made $4,110,295,038.
It was a fun and very real rivalry. If you watch Pumping Iron, you’ll understand how Arnold would get under the skin of his competition. He did the same thing to Sly that he did to Lou Ferrigno.
And now they’re the best of friends. More like family.
Honest and diplomatic
Have you or anyone you know or heard about ever talked your way out of a traffic infringement with a police officer?
I’ll do you one better:
I once pulled a guy over for a burned-out tail light (something I suspected the driver is likely to have no idea about). I intended to stop him just to make him aware of the defective light, that’s it.
When I got to the window he was already blowing up at me, accusing me of racial profiling. (This was a bit ridiculous because it is actually very difficult for a police officer working at night to be able to RELIABLY identify the race, sex, (certainly not gender), or even species of occupants of cars that drive by them at night, especially when the car’s windows are tinted, and ESPECIALLY when they’re coming at you going the other way, headlights can be a little blinding. I could not have known that he and his buddies were black (until I got up to his window and he rolled it down) for the same reason that, because of the lighting I was using, nobody in that car could tell that I AM BLACK! He was very loud and disrespectful and only minimally cooperative. Truthfully, I was a bit put off by his attitude.
But his antics were more excessive than what I think would be natural if he was sincerely feeling that way; he was putting on a show maybe just for his buddies. Or maybe he WAS someone who is stopped by officers often or has had a history of bad exchanges with police officers. Or maybe he was the type of guy who just liked having reasons to complain and be loud and angry about how s**tty his day has been. Maybe he was expecting automatically to be ticketed so he was already owning that reality & reacting to it proactively. I had no idea. I ran his license and did find a bit of ticket-history but nothing terrible.
He was at me again when I arrived back at his window, telling me how “racist” I am, and how the whole thing was bulls**t. I had to wait for him to run out of things to say. Periodically, I asked him, “are you done?” Eventually, he answered my question, with a very agitated, “Yeah, I’m done!” So I said, “Great, my turn to talk now.”
I explained to him that the reason for the stop was for a defective tail light. It’s an $18 fix at O’Reilly Auto Parts & they’ll install the fresh bulb on the spot for free. But you came at me with all this racial profiling business that has nothing to do with a tail light, that IS burned out, and for some reason, it’s like you WANT me to give you a $142 dollar ticket. I had no intention of writing a ticket, and you’re not going to bait me into writing you one because I think that might delay your being able to get the damn light fixed, right? He was silent and staring at me, looking a little confused. I continued: As an aside, I think you should know that just because my neoprene patrol gloves are black doesn’t mean that the skin underneath isn’t too— by then I had leaned forward and was shining my light towards my own face a little so he could see my face and tightly trimmed afro- and I ended with “brotha!” I don’t think I’m the “ignorant” one here. I handed him back his license and said, “get your light fixed or you might get pulled over.” He stuck his head out the window and called out to me, “That’s it?” And I replied, a bit sarcastically, “I understand people don’t always get what they want but that’s just how life is sometimes. You’re going to have to settle for the warning today.” I made it a point to drive away first (which was not usual). I saw in my rearview mirror a figure get out of the driver’s seat and move to rear of the car, probably checking the tail light.
In the many years that have elapsed since that night, I’ve pondered what his TONE in his last question to me meant, “That’s it?” I think it was sincere surprise; oh, how I would’ve loved to have been a fly on the wall in that car; it is possible he never got a warning before in his life— maybe because of his prejudice.
Justification
Bite-Size Pizzas
muffin pizzas
Ingredients
4 English muffins, halved
1 cup pizza sauce
1/2 cup ham, extra lean, chopped
1/3 cup onions, finely chopped
1 1/2 cups mozzarella cheese, shredded
1/4 cup bell pepper, chopped
1/3 cup mushrooms, sliced
1/8 cup black olives, sliced
Instructions
Split the muffins in half and toast them in the toaster.
Spread the pizza sauce on both halves of the muffins.
Place remaining toppings evenly onto pizzas, saving shredded cheese for last.
Bake at 350 degrees F for approximately 10 minutes or until cheese has melted.
Remove from oven, and cut each muffin half into four pieces.
Serve as appetizers or snacks.
By age 30, you should be intelligent enough to realize this
Free yourself from society’s advice, most of them have no idea of what they’re doing.
Stay silent. Not everything needs to be said.
Silence is better than unnecessary drama.
If you continue waiting for the “right time ”, you’ll waste your whole life and nothing will happen.
The family you create is more important than the family you come from.
You’ll be 10x happier if you forgive your parents and stop blaming them.
No one will ever come save you. Your life is 100% your responsibility.
Your inner circle should be more focused on money, success, and starting a family.
You don’t need 100 self-help books. All you need is actions and self-discipline.
Your current job doesn’t care about you. They only pay you enough to kill your dreams.
I’m a stripper
Have you ever met a dangerous person and not known it at the time?
My friend went to Florida on a family holiday, taking his daughter’s friend along – the girls were maybe 15 at the time.
At their hotel, the daughter’s friend – I’ll call her Charlie – backed into someone serving drinks, and they both fell in the pool. The staff said they’d have to pay for laundry etc, which was mad enough – it was a playful accident, if you like – but the cost added to their bill was $230, and they were told they wouldn’t get their passports back until the bill was settled.
Charlie, embarrassed, rang her dad, to ask for some extra money.
An hour or so later, Charlie’s ‘uncle’ turned up at the hotel and appeared beside the pool, where my friend’s group were relaxing, with the hotel manager. The manager was desperately apologetic, sweat pouring off him; he told them to forget the accident, from then on the drinks were all free, anything they wanted to make their stay perfect, room upgrades, free trips/excursions, meals on the house, please let him know – only please, please, tell the uncle that the problem was solved and they were happy.
The uncle – not a big man, just really quiet – came back on the day of checkout, which the manager handled personally, (this in a HUGE hotel), just stood and watched, then gave the manager a nod, gave Charlie a hug, and left.
This was twenty years ago – my friend never found out what Charlie’s family business was.
Truth after truth…
How can you tell if a soldier is fake?
There’s a burger place by where I grew up that I often went to in High School. The owner made the burgers and his son took the orders. Both were vets, and they only charge current and past members of the military what they pay for in ingredients.
One day, in front of me in line was a gentleman in uniform. I have to assume there was plenty wrong with him, as the son at the counter rang him up for the normal price. The conversation went something like this (apologies for inaccurate terminology):
“Hey what about the military discount?”
“Yeah we only give that to members of the military…it’s in the name.”
“The f*ck are you talking about? I served for 6 years.”
“Oh really? What unit?”
*proceeds to give him Marine unit*
“Really? Anyone ever tell you when you get wounded twice you don’t actually get two separate purple hearts? And you definitely don’t put them on your ACUs, which Marines don’t even wear.”
The guy stormed out. I told him if they don’t put pickles on it I’ll just eat his order.
Scam WOW
Chinese Foreign Minister Wang Yi has encouraged Australia to make policies independently. How do you view Australia’s foreign policy towards China?
Australia is a US dog nation. It allows the US to lord over them. They were similar native slaughterers and genocides their natives to steal their land. The were women and Children murderers in Vietnam, Korea and Iraq. They show their worth as a dog by slitting the throats of 14 years old in Afghanistan! Anstralia will bankrupt themselves just to be a good dog of the U.S. Wang should not waste his time!
Have you ever had to tell an employee that their attire was inappropriate?
I was a new manager. One of my employees was a man who many people said was really smart , a hard worker and an asset to the group. However, he looked like a slob. He typically wore an old sweatshirt and crummy jeans. For some reason that I don’t remember he and I had a meeting. During the meeting he said “ I suppose you’re going to tell me I have to change the way I dress.” I told him he could wear whatever he wanted, but if someone from outside our organization came in to meet with us he would not be invited to attend the meeting. (He probably would want to be there.) I went on to say that management does notice the way people dress and I had heard a few negative comments about the way he dressed. I said as far as I was concerned he could wear whatever he wanted. It was up to him. Gradually he started dressing better. He never looked like he had just stepped out of the pages of GQ, but he showed up to work in a shirt and tie and jacket and nice jeans or even regular pants. He began to take a real interest in looking professional and he continued to be a valuable employee. Now we felt comfortable sending him to meetings with people from outside the organization. Eventually he transferred to another branch. He and I started dating and we have been together now for 20+ years.
What is the most unfair advantage some girls have?
I hadn’t slept or eaten well for 2 days. I was in a bus to take a 6 hour journey at night. A lady sat next to my seat. Since I was single, I took the first row of the bus because shakes will be minimal. I was waiting for the bus to start for 20 minutes.
Right the moment the bus was about to start, a girl of my age came in and stared at me & spoke something to the driver which I didn’t care to listen.
She was expecting me to give her my seat. Because if a lady sits next to me then mine also becomes a ladies seat. The driver & conductor were also expecting me to move back.
There was only one seat at the last row of the bus.
I explained my situation to the girl but she didn’t seem to listen, so as a gesture of courtesy I got up to check the last seat & found it was broken & uncomfortable, that’s why it’s not taken by anybody till then.
Before I came back, she sat on my seat comfortably. I haven’t got enough strength to argue & fight at that time, so I simply moved back and made the journey in discomfort.
She didn’t even mind to say a “thank you”. She can’t sit at the last row, she doesn’t have time to wait for the next bus.
Sometimes GIRLS do get unfair advantage.
Fast Forward to 3+ months.
6+ hours journey, festive time, unreserved bus, so standing & travelling for 4 hours, a fellow guy who was watching me for long time, stood up and offered me his seat.
I expressed my gratitude to him.
Secret measuring tool
Text to image play time
Here’s some more of my experiments.
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How America Became So Stupid
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Saying things AS THEY ARE
More adventures in text to picture
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Clueless in the USA
What is the best “I QUIT” moment you have ever witnessed an employee do?
I was working for a US consultancy firm in London.
They were going to announce who made head of department. It was between two very solid candidates. All managing consultants sat in the room, two were dialled in through the phone. One of the two candidates was on this line. The other sat with us. Jeanne and Beatrice.
Our boss came in, and did his usual “how much money we made, how is everyone doing” talk.
He then went on to discuss promotions.
Jeanne (lady on the phone) made head of department.
Beatrice, who was in the room, obviously felt defeated. She stood up, said “I quit”, left towards the door and walked to her desk.
Our boss ran after her.
We were all shocked, surprised.
We hear swearing, cursing, a loud “fuck off” and she left the building wih her belongings.
Our boss came back.
“Guess Beatrice didn’t like the news”
And went on like nothing happened. Little did he know Beatrice and Jeanne hated each other. We knew that, but that is because we all worked with both.
We tried contacting her, she didn’t reply, only years later. She had retired from this profession and decided to start a family with her husband.
Apparently this moment was the final nail in the coffin.
She had worked for this moment for years, was sick and tired of corporate politics, and wanted to leave with her head held high. She managed to pull that off.
Who can say they left a job, right at a pivotal moment in their life, and are dead center able to make a decision for the next part of their life. Not many can say that.
No time wasted.
She now has two rebellious daughters and one little boy. I have seen their photos. Full time mum. Hard to believe they would not be here if she got the job.
Women NEED men! Are they finally realizing it now that consequences are happening?
BLT Pizza
BLT Pizza
Ingredients
My Favorite Pizza Crust
1 cup water
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 tablespoons Parmesan cheese
1 1/2 teaspoons Italian seasoning
1 teaspoon granulated sugar
1 teaspoon salt
3 cups bread flour
2 1/2 teaspoons yeast
Topping
1 to 2 tablespoons olive oil
1 1/2 cups shredded mozzarella
1/2 cup crumbled, crisp bacon
1 to 2 tomatoes, sliced
1 1/2 cups chopped romaine lettuce
2 tablespoons mayo
Instructions
Crust
Place in bread machine-dough cycle. After cycle is finished, place in greased bowl (olive oil), cover, let rise another 30 minutes.
Heat oven to 400 degrees F.
Bake about 7 minutes BEFORE adding ingredients or it will be soggy. Use this for any pizza.
Add ingredients and bake 10 to 15 minutes more.
Topping
Brush pizza crust with olive oil, spread 3/4 cup cheese over oiled surface.
Sprinkle bacon, then sliced tomatoes.
Sprinkle rest of the cheese.
Bake until bubbly, 10 to 15 minutes.
Mix mayo with lettuce and spread over pizza.
Serve immediately.
Notes
I used turkey bacon, red and yellow tomatoes and regular shredded lettuce. Turned out awesome!
What’s a rule your employer implemented that backfired terribly?
I was downstairs in the small canteen having a cup of coffee with the lab manager and a few others.
Work officially started at 740 and I had been in the building since 720.
Went upstairs at about 745 and was accosted by my boss’ boss for being late.
I explained that I had been in the canteen talking to the lab manager about work related issues, etc., which was partially true.
Now at this point I had set the overtime record. 4 hours every day Monday to Thursday every week for months for various projects. I wasn’t paid for it but could take time off in lieu.
Well guess what happened to the overtime I was so diligently accruing? No Monday to Thursday 4 hour romps on the analysers. Project work ground to a halt.
I eventually received a grumbling apology and that he realised I was doing all this extra work, etc., but my boss had to explain this to him and gouge out the apology from him.
Big Problems in MacDonalds
What is the best case of “You just picked a fight with the wrong person” that you’ve witnessed?
My father and his siblings, all used to hard farming and farm work, all went to war after Pearl Harbor. Uncle Paul, who probably never imagined anyone wasting time or energy lifting weights, was built like Tarzan. He went to war as a US Marine and survived Guadalcanal, Tarawa, Saipan and Tinian, where he was finally hit bad enough to get hospitalized.
Now we recognize it as PTSD, but in the aftermath of WW2, it was just said that Paul came back different. When he WOULD talk, it was obvious that the war had been something he was comfortable doing, if that makes any sense.
Quiet, shy, never settling down, working hard, minding his own business, etc. He stayed in great shape, in his 50s, he could put my 12 year old nephew on his shoulders and do a ONE legged deep knee bend.
My mother found him a union job near us, something with benefits and a little retirement. He was out drinking with his much younger coworkers in a neighborhood establishment, enjoying time in his quiet shy way. A local, much younger, was arguing with his female companion and made his first mistake. He slapped or punched the young woman in front of my Uncle Paul. Quiet, shy Paul got up and politely but pointedly explained to the young man, a local bully as it turned out, that ‘you shouldn’t hit a woman’. The bully then made his second mistake and attacked Paul. I expect he felt he could handle this ‘old man’, but instead found himself in the hands of a man whom, still in excellent shape, had thrived as a combat marine in some of the bloodiest battles of WW2. It took only seconds and the man was on the floor and willing to listen to any other suggestions about life Paul was willing to offer. According to one of his shocked coworkers, one who reported to us, Uncle Paul came back to their table and downplayed the whole affair, back to being quiet, shy, Paul.
He lived into his eighties, changed by combat. Thank God for their generation.
Big Companies Are Lying About Layoffs (and What You Should Do)
What is the biggest challenge facing information technology teams today?
Legacy Systems.
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Many companies deal with these curses. Hallmark has legacy systems built when the company was at its most profitable, the 1970s.
The original programmers can’t answer questions about them. They’re all retired, and many are dead.
The source code was lost decades ago. All that remains is compiled code that no longer runs native on any machine. Hallmark has to use emulators on modern hardware to simulate the warm, wet swamp these dinosaurs evolved in. In some cases emulators need emulators.
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(somewhere in here there’s a loop that’s crashing out…)
Because nobody knows for sure what the code does, it can’t be rewritten without affecting some of the deepest algorithms that must execute every day. There are single character fields that nobody knows what they do. All that is known is that if a user plugs in an ‘N’ instead of a ‘Y’ into one of these fields, some customer will no longer receive billings, or an entire warehouse may cease to ship product. So, fifty years later, employees faithfully enter the mysterious Y’s to make sure nothing breaks.
Serious limitations to business pop up with increasing frequency. The legacy just isn’t capable of learning new tricks. In my time, I remember we picked up new business: the United States Postal Service, which had 60,000 accounts. The legacy required that only one user could add a new account at a time, and that process would take up to fifteen minutes per account. That’s almost two years of solid data entry, working around the clock without a single snag. There was simply no way to speed it up. Multiple users would cause AbEnds – Abnormal Termination errors. My job was to find a faster way. My solution was to simply get another system to pretend to be a super-fast user that could enter an account in about a second. It was a hack that surrendered completely to the will of the legacy.
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A popular analogy is that replacing one of these legacy systems is like “changing the tire on your car while it’s in motion.” But, that analogy really doesn’t describe the complexity of the problem at all. Imagine having to replace your car’s frame while it’s in motion. The corporation can’t take a year off to do this, it needs to continue down the highway without sputtering while you replace the framework that not only holds the wheels in place, but restrains the powertrain, protects the driver, holds the wires in place, and keeps the road from rattling everything apart.
I witnessed several attempts to replace these systems. Each team was given a large budget and told to make it happen. Spirits of young programmers were dashed against the rocks again and again by these projects. They eagerly dove in, and documented all of the functions that are performed by the legacy. Then they began to build replacement systems that must run in parallel to the legacy. Until the project is completed, these replacements must pipe information into and out of the legacy while establishing an entirely new framework.
Usually a couple years into the project, when the budgets have run into the millions, the team starts to disband. The original group moves on to new projects. Team replacements need to re-learn what the lost members knew. They make some progress in the replacement system. New unrelated projects begin to pull data from the replacement instead of the legacy. Then, suddenly, the plug is pulled. The team is asked for an estimate of what it will take to complete the project. The answer has so many digits that management says, “No way. We simply can’t afford that.”
That means that the original legacy is still in place. New systems have been written around and on top of it, burying its fossilized remains ever deeper, making the complexity ever more substantial. Because new systems were built to depend upon the replacement, we can’t abandon this partially completed system. Now we have to maintain the original legacy system and the new “legacy” that we’ve abandoned part way in. To go back to the original analogy, we now have a car with one and a half, or two frames. One of the wheels may now be mounted on the new frame, but the rest of the wheels and the doors, and the damn tail pipe remain stubbornly welded to the old frame. Future attempts will require that this entire unwieldy mess be replaced.
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These legacy systems can be so deeply entrenched that it’s easy to imagine they will never go away, but simply be buried like the remnants of medieval settlements. Users of the future may use modern interfaces to enter their data, but those interfaces may translate the information to older systems that in turn communicate with the legacy through multiple emulators.
To get rid of the legacy, you need to send everyone in the entire company, at every single facility, office building, warehouse, and manufacturing plant, out to a long lunch one day. Then bomb all of it back to rubble and start from scratch.
Some companies continue to be profitable long enough to afford to replace their ancient systems. But for corporations where sales begin to lag, the legacy of the company’s zenith will dog them until the very last SKU is shipped, the doors are locked, and the land is bulldozed flat.
Keep on making bacon
Why are other countries in ASEAN not joining in support of the Philippines against China? Does it mean that other countries don’t follow the Washington order?
The question has stated it clear: “follow the Washington order”.
Why other countries have to follow Washington’s order?
ASEAN countries are independent countries, they have their own rights to do decisions, “Washington’s order” is a violation to their sovereignty.
Philippines’ former president Aquino III was pro-America, he followed Washington’s order to challenge China on SCS and sued China on an international arbitual court. However, this arbitual court has no jurisdiction on the issue (PCA is a non-official platform, not a authorized organzation under UN), and China ignored this case.
Then, to show the support to Philippines, USA’s 7th fleet sailed to SCS to deter China. China and USA had a close-to-fire conflict in SCS in 2016, the result was American aricraft carrier cambat groups stepped back, and the commander, Harry Harris, was resigned and repositioned as an ambassidor to Korea.
After that, Philippines’ new president Duterte changed stance to frozen the disputes.
When the present president Marcoz Jr. got elected in 2022, his first visit was to China, which was interpreted as continuing his father (Marcoz, who established official diplomatic relation with mainland China) and his predecessor Durterte’s route to strengthen relationship with China.
But two months later, after he visited USA, Marcoz Jr. had changed stance and began to challenge China on SCS affairs.
So, a possible explanation is, Marcoz Jr. had something in America’s grasp, and this something threatened his life, no matter politically or physically.
ASEAN politicians see this very clear, their smart choice is not to side with any side.
We don’t shame woman’s preferences…
What job offered to you was so shocking that you didn’t even believe that it was happening?
When I was 25 I moved to Ohio to accept a entry level management position with the company I had been with for less than a year as a sales rep. It was a national company with over 400 reps nationally so I was very excited. After moving and less then six months into my new management position the company filed bankruptcy and laid off all the employees.
After a couple of weeks of interviewing I was offered a job with a small, local but well established company as a sales rep in a new “Word Processors” (this was 1981) sales division. After less then 3 months in the position the owner a man in his mid-sixties called me into his office and told me was very impressed with my sales but also how I had offered to help other new hired that has started when I did. He told he that his son who was an attorney and general counsel for the company was suppose to start taking over more control of the company as he was getting older and wanted to slow down. His son had informed him he was no longer interested and heading the company and wanted just to concentrate on law and offered to promote me to Exec V.P. and teach me the administrative and operational sides of the business in hopes that in the near future I might be interested in running the business. Fives years later when the owner decided to retire I put together a group of senior employees and acquired the company and continues as CEO for another five years.
The United States today
Have you ever taken the law into your own hands?
My mom did. I helped.
This is a good many years ago now,
The family apartment block has an underground parking and each apartment gets one space.
Well we didn’t have a car for a while but we used the space to keep …parts of cars and other stuff.
Point is, it was our space, we paid for it.
Well the neighbor upstairs decided to use our space as their own. They owned the adjacent spot and would park sloppily over into our line and then just full on started parkng their second vehicle on it as well.
It was annoying , rude and inconvenient. On more than one occasion we would go on family trips and rent a vehicle but have nowhere to park when we got back and so on.
My mom left them notes (Which i would write. Very polite ones) informing them that this was not ok and to please refrain from trespassing.
No result.
We painted new lines on the floor, clearly delimiting the space.
No result.
we painted our side of the walls with big NO PARKING letters and our lot number.
No result.
We sent them a letter directly. Never managed to see them face to face till another incident years later.
No result.
complained to the building management.
No result.
complained to the police.
They said it was a building problem. no result.
Now my mom is a peace loving sweet lady with a que sera sera kinda attitude to life.
She is also Spanish, I’m guessing nobody took her seriously cause of the accent and poor language skills (this was in Paris , France)
Well one day she went to the parking again and there was that damn car AGAIN.
She lost it. Fuming and cursing in pure Madrileño she went home and picked up a couple cans of either PVC or Polyurethane glue, heavy duty stuff we were using for some renovation/DIY at home and a block of printer paper.
She looked at me and said “esto se termina hoy” and we went to the car.
She poured the entire contents of that industrial level glue all over each window which we then papered up. Front, back and sides. There was NO way a driver could drive that vehicle using the windshield and each one would have to be replaced.
We got a call from the police some days later about some vandalism, my mom said she didn’t speak French but that it seemed like it was a “building problem”.
We never had a single parking issue there again, its been over 25 years now.
Blade Runner Bliss: PURE Ambient Cyberpunk Music – Ethereal Sci Fi Music [ULTRA RELAXING]
Great 4 hours or so of background noise to help relax you. Or not.
Some are cool, some are silly, and some just seem odd.
Back in the 1980’s I wore “parachute pants”.
1980s era parachute pants were a fashion trend popularized during the 1980s, particularly in the hip-hop and breakdancing cultures. These pants were characterized by their loose, baggy fit, often made from lightweight synthetic materials like nylon or polyester, resembling the fabric used in parachutes (hence the name). They typically featured multiple pockets, zippers, and sometimes decorative stitching or panels. Parachute pants were known for their bold colors and patterns, and they often had elasticated cuffs at the ankles. The style was closely associated with the dance and music scenes of the time and became iconic within the fashion landscape of the 1980s.
Do you all remember these things?
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Mine were grey-silver in color. LOL.
Parachute pants
I was the “cool guy”… Ha ha ha ha
How cool are you today?
Today…
What happens if you give two weeks’ notice and they ask you to leave?
Oh, this happened to me and I can tell you from personal experience.
You leave.
I gave a letter of resignation to my boss and said “Sorry about this”. He said “Aww man, really?” and then I went back to my desk. Two hours, later the HR lady that I hated came to my desk and asked me to grab my stuff and come to HR with her. I already had all my stuff packed in a box.
She processed my paperwork and sent me home. She asked me to go straight to my car and not to say anything to any of my coworkers on my way out. I said I wasn’t planning to, but wouldn’t ignore them if they said something to me. Which she was ok with. She also asked me if there was anything else I needed off my desk, but I had already gotten everything I wanted to keep. She asked if She could go through my box and take a look. I was fine with that. And that was pretty much it.
When I got home, I called the new job and told them I could start early if they wanted. They asked me to come in on the Monday after the following week as that was how the pay periods lined up and I agreed.
This is always a possibility, especially if you are going to a competitor.
All you need to do is stay professional, and don’t burn any bridges. Not worth it.
Men are simple
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What was the bravest thing you ever did in a job interview?
Sometime in 1980, I had a job interview for an Electrical Engineer position.The interviewer showed me a very simple circuit and asked me what it did. I said, “It drives a DC motor either forward or backward.” He then asked what was wrong with the circuit and I then said, “I don’t see anything wrong other than that fact that there was no biasing on the transistors, but that is pretty obvious.”
“No no.” he said. “That’s not obvious at all. You have no idea how many electrical engineers don’t know how to bias transistors,” (Fact is that this is both basic and very important.)
He went on ranting and raving about this for several minutes. Then asked me how I would bias the transistors. So, I drew in some resisters. He said, “Yeah – I guess that would work.”
I asked him, “Would you do it differently?” “A little bit.” He replied. I asked him to show me how he would do it.
He then proceeded to “bias” the transistors in a way that would NOT work. I asked myself, “Should I tell him?” I quickly decided that if I could not point out his error, I did not want to work for the guy anyway.
So I told him why his circuit would not work. He crumpled up the paper.tossed it in the basket and said, “That stuff is not important anyway.” I was out of his office two minutes later and never heard from them again. I laughed all the way to my car.
Real talk
Russia. Is. At. War.
Due to a flurry of western support for Ukraine, now escalating to ground troop insertions, Russia had to move its special military operation in Ukraine into the bigger scope of a full fledged war. Over the last month the Ukrainian military intelligence directorate GUR and its civilian secret service SBU have attempted to disturb the recent presidential election in Russia. They did this by:
sending forces, with U.S. made equipment (Bradleys), to attack Russian border villages in the direction of Belgorod (Belgograd),
by launching missiles from Czech Vampire (RM-70) multiple launch rocket systems towards Belgorod,
by launching somewhat successful drone strike against Russian oil refineries.
The election in Russia saw a record turnout. As expected President Putin did win by a very large margin. His legitimacy is a geopolitical reality:
If Nato expansion is about the perpetuation of US hegemony and de-dollarisation is about the burial of the western financial system that underpins that hegemony, Putin is playing a pivotal role in that historical process. If Putin remains in power till 2030 and fulfils even one half of the ambitious blueprint of social and economic programme for Russia that he outlined in his landmark speech at the Federal Assembly of the parliament, the global strategic balance will have shifted irrevocably and cemented a multipolar world order as the anchor sheet of 21st century politics. The West knows it, the Russian people know it, the vast majority of nations realise it. That said, it must be understood as well that this is not only Putin’s victory personally but also a consolidation of Russian society around him. And that accounts for the last week’s election turning into such a high-stakes affair.
With the election out of the way Russia was free to hit back.
Over the last six days the Russian MoD reports claimed no less than nine hits on the Czech Vampire systems which targeted Belgorod. The Ukrainian incursion towards Belgorod has thus been defeated. On Wednesday Jake Sullivan, the U.S. National Security Advisor, had visited Kiev. He was noticed for what he did not say:
Jake Sullivan, US National Security Adviser, has said that Ukraine will win if it comes out of the war as a sovereign, democratic and free country. At the same time, he did not mention restoring Ukraine’s territorial integrity among the conditions of victory.
It is believed that Sullivan delivered a warning to Kiev. As the Financial Timesreported (archived):
The US has urged Ukraine to halt attacks on Russia’s energy infrastructure, warning the drone strikes risk driving up global oil prices and provoking retaliation, according to three people familiar with the discussions.The repeated warnings from Washington were delivered to senior officials at Ukraine’s state security service, the SBU, and its military intelligence directorate, known as the GUR, the people told the Financial Times. Both intelligence units have steadily expanded their own drone programmes to strike Russian targets on land, sea and in the air since the start of the Kremlin’s full-scale invasion in February 2022.
The U.S. concern is not about Ukraine but about Biden’s chance for reelection:
Russia remains one of the world’s most important energy exporters despite western sanctions on its oil and gas sector. Oil prices have risen about 15 per cent this year, to $85 a barrel, pushing up fuel costs just as US President Joe Biden begins his campaign for re-election. … The US objections come as Biden faces a tough re-election battle this year with petrol prices on the rise, increasing almost 15 per cent this year to around $3.50 a gallon.“Nothing terrifies a sitting American president more than a surge in pump prices during an election year,” said Bob McNally, president of consultancy Rapidan Energy and a former White House energy adviser.
The Ukrainian government denied and confirmed the FT report (machine translation):
Earlier, Deputy Prime Minister Olga Stefanashina actually confirmed the information to the Financial Times , saying that “we understand the calls of American partners,” but Ukraine responded to such calls by “achieving its goals” and “very successful operations” on the territory of the Russian Federation.
Sullivan’s warning about provoking retaliation was too late. Yesterday, for the first time in 44 day, Russia launched a missile attack against Kiev (archived):
The Ukrainian Air Force said that air defense systems had intercepted all 31 of the Russian missiles that targeted Kyiv. Still, debris from the downed missiles fell in various parts of the city, causing the injuries and damage. No deaths have been reported so far. … In the Podilskyi district, which is home to industrial facilities that Russia has targeted in the past, a plume of black smoke was rising early in the morning, suggesting a hit. Mr. Klitschko said a fire had broken out at a power substation in the area. Ukrainian officials rarely confirm strikes on strategic industrial and military targets. … Thursday’s attack on Kyiv echoed a strategy used by Russia during air assaults in late December that consisted of overwhelming Ukraine’s air defenses with multiple launches of various types of missiles, including ballistic and hypersonic ones.Russia has launched relatively few large-scale missile attacks in recent months, despite a capacity to produce more than 115 long-range missiles per month, according to Ukrainian officials.
Last night, the Russian Aerospace Forces delivered a strike by long-range precision weaponry including Kinzhal hypersonic missiles at AFU decision-making centres, logistic bases, temporary deployment areas of special operations forces and foreign mercenaries.The goal of the strike has been achieved. All the targets have been engaged.
Such Russian strikes are complex. Drones are send first to reveal Ukrainian air defense systems. Then follows a wave of attacks against those system. A third strike is then launched against the real targets of the attack. In this case those were a drone factory in Kiev as well as a headquarter of the military intelligence service GUR. Another large scale strike followed today. The primary targets were elements of the electricity infrastructure:
Large areas of Ukraine are suffering blackouts after Russian missiles targeted energy infrastructure.There is no electricity in the second-largest city of Kharkiv, says regional head Oleg Synehubov. Fifteen blasts were reported in Kharkiv, while more than 53,000 households in Odesa were without power. Ukraine’s energy minister, German Galushchenko, accused Russia of trying to provoke “a large-scale failure of the country’s energy system”. A power line feeding the Zaporizhzhia nuclear plant had been cut, he added. Regional head Ivan Fedorov said the power station was “on the verge of a blackout”, adding that seven buildings in the region had been destroyed and 35 others damaged. President Volodymyr Zelensky said Russia had launched more than 60 Shahed drones and about 90 missiles into Ukraine during the wave of overnight attacks.
Internet access in Ukraine has dropped significantly. This was again a complex attack:
Lord Bebo @MyLordBebo – 9:42 UTC · Mar 22, 2024🇺🇦🇷🇺🚨‼️ Russian missile attack on Ukraine during March 22nd, 2024. -> Notice the flight patterns of the missiles. Aviation: At 01:12, the takeoff of 3⨯ Tu-95ms from the Olenya air base was noted. At 02:30, information on the movement of 13 Tu-95ms to the launch lines was clarified. At 03:34, the launch of the KRPB Kh-101/555/55 was carried out from the Volgograd region. At 04:18, the takeoff of 5 Tu-22m3s from the Mozdok air base was noted. During the attack, a total of 10 MiG-31Ks were raised (7 were used before the attack). Armament: 55/63x “Shahed-136/131” Type Shock Unmanned Aerial Vehicles; 0/12x OTR “Iskander-M”; 35/40 X-101/X-555 cruise missiles; 0/5x NKR Kh-22; 0/7x ARPB Kh-47M2 “Dagger”; 2/2x CAR X-59; 0/22x ZKR S-300/S-400. The targeted air attack vector during today’s day is marked on the map.
The Ukrainian air defense claimed to have shut down 55 of 63 Shahid drones. But the Iskander, Dagger and S-300 fired against it all came through. The Russian MoD reports (machine translation):
Today, the Armed Forces of the Russian Federation delivered a massive strike with high-precision long-range weapons of air, sea, land-based and unmanned aerial vehicles against energy facilities, military-industrial complex, railway junctions, arsenals, places of deployment of formations of the Armed Forces of Ukraine and foreign mercenaries.As a result of the strike, the functioning of industrial enterprises for the production and repair of weapons, military equipment and ammunition was disorganized. In addition, foreign military equipment and weapons delivered to Ukraine from NATO countries were destroyed, transfers to the front line of enemy reserves were disrupted, and units of the Armed Forces of Ukraine and mercenaries in the areas of restoring combat capability were hit. All the goals of the massive strike have been achieved.
Some European politicians are eager to join the fight.
As demonstrated today, Russia is ready for it. But unlike a still training Macron Russia has taken its gloves off (machine translation):
Peskov: Russia is in a state of war, everyone should understand thisRussia will continue to act in such a way that the military potential of Ukraine could not threaten the security of its citizens and its territory, he said in a conversation with reporters. “What is the president talking about? We have four new regions of the Russian Federation. And the main thing for us is to protect people in these regions and liberate the territory of these regions, which is currently de facto occupied by the Kiev regime,” Peskov said. According to the presidential press secretary, Russia cannot allow the existence of a state on its borders that has documented the intention to use any methods to take Crimea from it, not to mention the territory of new regions. “We are at war. Yes, it started out as a special military operation, but as soon as this little group was formed there, when the collective West became a participant in this on the side of Ukraine, it already became a war for us. I am convinced of this. And everyone should understand this for their internal mobilization,” Peskov added.
In parallel to Peskov’s declaration of war talk, Russias announced the mass production of the three ton heavy FAB-3.000 aerial bombs with 1,400 kg of explosives. These will be fitted, like the currently used FAB 500 and FAB 1.500, with the universal planning and correction module (UMPC) which allows the bombs to glide some 40 miles after being launched to then hit its planned target with high precision. There is little that can survive such a strike. In his (highly recommendable) book “The Russian Art of War”, the former Swiss military intelligence officer Jacques Baud described the reason why the current fighting in Ukraine started out as a “Special Military Operation” within a larger context:
The use of the word “war” would imply a different structure of conduct than that envisioned by the Russians in Ukraine, and would have other structural implications in Russia itself. Moreover – and this is a central point – as NATO Secretary General Jens Stoltenberg himself acknowledges,”the war began in 2014” and should have been ended by the Minsk Agreements. The SMO is therefore a “military operation” and not a new “war”, as many Western “experts” claim.
That was then. Now Russia is at war. This will have, as Baud says, a different structure of conduct and other structural implications in Russia and beyond. Those ‘western’ politicians who are dreaming of fighting Russia have no idea of what will hit their troops the moment they try to join the war. NATO however, and especially the United States, will not go to war. At least not yet. President Biden has his hands full with the genocidal war the Zionists are waging against the Palestinian population. There is also a chance for a war to suddenly start in Asia. (Could North Korea be asked to flex its muscles?) Neither the U.S. nor Europe are in the shape of winning a multi-front war of global dimensions. The military leaders in the relevant countries know this well. In consequence ‘Western’ politicians will have to bite the bitter pill of a decisive strategic defeat.
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What do you think about the saying: “If you have to ask (the price), you can’t afford it” as a person of wealth?
A few years ago, an American tourist in Zurich wandered into a pricey fashion store called Trois Pommes, and a handbag caught her eye. So she asked the saleswoman: “Excuse me, may I see that bag right above your head?”
The saleswoman sized up the tourist, a middle aged black woman, and figured it was a waste of her time so told her: “No. It’s too expensive”.
The tourist said: “No, you see the black one, the one that’s folded over”.
Saleswoman, with a snooty fru fru I’m-not-even-close-to-being-rich-but-will-obsequiously-kiss-rich-peoples-butt-while-despising-normal-folk-like-me replied: “No, no, no, you don’t want to see that one, you want to see this one, because that one will cost too much, you will not be able to afford that one”
The saleswoman ultimately refused to get the bag in question, priced at around $38,000, and the exasperated customer walked.
Unbeknownst to the saleswoman, the tourist was probably the world’s richest woman at the time (I’m guessing Jeff Bezos’ ex is richer now after the divorce settlement), billionaire Oprah Winfrey.
The story made the news and generated tons of negative publicity for the store. As to Oprah, when she eventually found out what the bag cost, she said it was overpriced and would never pay that much for that handbag.
Rich people – at least wise ones and/or the ones who worked for their money, as opposed to spoiled trust fund brats who had everything handed to them since birth, do ask for prices. For one, because it takes less time to ask and get an answer in a few seconds than it does to go through the hassle of research. For another, and more importantly, because like any rational people, they want to have an idea about cost vs benefit, whether something is worth it, and whether they can get the best deal for what they want.
Just because rich people can afford to pay a seller their asking price doesn’t mean they’re automatically going to. Rational rich people do comparison shop and negotiate for the best deals they can get, instead of just shell out whatever anybody who has something they want asks for.
The “if you have to ask the price you can’t afford it” assumption is silly.
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What was the strangest way an embezzler was caught?
I worked in engineering and facilities for a large Pharma. We had project managers who did construction and renovation.
In the old days we had paper employee ID cards and contractors weren’t accounted for very well. We started a contractor safety program where each of the contractor’s employees had to take a one hour safety program, then issued a contractor card. At the same time employee IDs we’re upgraded to mag cards so everyone swiped in and out of our properties.
In time the audit showed one company who didn’t respond to the program. Digging in it was found that one project manager used them exclusively. On every project he had them do some small unidentified tasks, never more than $5000. And for many years. Once the card systems were installed we could see nobody from that company ever entered the property but the small bills kept coming.
An investigation revealed that this 30 year employee owned the company which was nothing more than a post office box and a bank account. He never got greedy so he never aroused suspicions, but constantly embezzled betwen $2–5000 on every project for years! Only caught by automation.
Reality of Government Policy
US crackdown on China desperate, delusional — S.L.Kanthan
“We don’t want to live in a world where the Chinese are the dominant country,” – this astounding statement of fear and paranoia is from the US Ambassador to China Nicholas Burns. Once upon a time, the same US championed free trade, free market, and competition. It also established global institutions such as the General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade and WTO, welcomed immigrants from all over the world, and evangelized free movement of capital and technology. Now, the US is sabotaging everything it built, hoping desperately to retain its hegemony. However, this onslaught is futile as US elites do not understand why their financialized economy of OnlyFans failed and why China’s industrial economy of electric vehicles and solar panels succeeded.
Unable to compete and unwilling to learn, the American establishment has been trying to hobble China’s growth through illegal and incoherent tactics. Since 2017, the US has been waging a relentless and intense war on China’s economy and development. The hybrid war includes tariffs, sanctions, diplomatic assaults and propaganda wars.
The broader objective is to prevent China becoming the No.1 economy in the world in terms of nominal GDP – by purchasing power parity, China is already 20 percent larger than the US. The narrower, but equally sinister, goal is to stop China from catching up and becoming self-reliant in cutting-edge technologies. If China is portrayed as a threat to Asia and the world, the American and European public would feel that the sanctions are justified.
In the smartphone world, when Huawei surpassed Apple in market share, the US forced TSMC and Samsung to stop making semiconductor chips for Huawei. Similarly, the US has pressured the Dutch company ASML into not selling high-end chipmaking lithography machines to China. What WTO rules or international norms allow the US to engage in such geo-economic thuggery?
The blitzkrieg against Chinese companies did not stop at strategic high-tech companies. Now, the US has started attacking Chinese electric cars and targeted at robbing the TikTok. Without blushing a bit, US officials claim that Beijing can turn off the electric cars or harvest data from TikTok. Don’t forget that: Thanks to Edward Snowden and WikiLeaks, we know how every American hardware and software is a spying tool; and the “Twitter Files” revealed how US social media are infiltrated with representatives from the Central Intelligence Agency, National Security Agency, US Department of Defense, among others.
Every accusation by America is an admission of its own guilt. While the US media and politicians accuse China of stealing intellectual property (IP), the US is blatantly stealing TSMC’s technology and IP by forcing the latter to build advanced chip-manufacturing plants in the US. The US also complains a lot about subsidies in China, while dispensing tens of billions of dollars to American tech companies under the CHIPS and Science Act. Furthermore, the US dollar itself is the biggest subsidy, since the US government prints trillions of dollars out of thin air rather than taxing corporations.
The tragic fact is that the US, without a clear strategy, is failing. It is jumping from tariffs and sanctions to illogical buzzwords such as “decoupling,” “friend-shoring” and “de-risking.” China is the world’s manufacturing powerhouse with a trade surplus of $800 billion a year; and neither the US nor the EU can survive for a month without Chinese goods. It’s only a matter of time until China masters the entire semiconductor ecosystem, after which the US will have no advantage. Thus, when US Commerce Secretary Gina Raimondo recently said that the US will “do whatever it takes to curb China’s technology,” she just sounded delusional.
To figure out who will be successful, one just needs to compare President Joe Biden’s address at the State of the Union to the Two Sessions in Beijing. Biden started off his speech by vilifying Russia and imploring Congress to continue funding the proxy war in Ukraine. On the other side of the world, political advisors of the CPPCC and deputies of the NPC deliberated “high quality growth” and “new quality productive force.”
The US model is based on imperialism abroad and a parasitic form of capitalism at home. If their ego prevents them from learning the China model, Americans should go back to their roots and study the writings of founders like Alexander Hamilton and the classical economics of the 19th century. At the current trajectory, the US is on a path to implosion and a disastrous collision with the reality of a multipolar world.
CITY OF GLASS – Pulp Science Fiction by Skyward, Surrealism, Experiments in Texture and Transparency
At The UN It Is A Rogue U.S. Against The Rest Of The World
“Unipolar” used to mean that the United States was, at least in theory, alone in leading the world. Now “unipolar” means that the United States is alone and isolated in opposition to the world.
Snider refers to the recent UN Security Council resolution 2728 which “demands” a ceasefire in Gaza and “demands” a release of hostages and “demands” the unhindered supply of food and other items to Gaza.
On March 25, the U.S. went one step further and took a step toward becoming a rogue state who has supplanted international law with its rules-based order. International law is grounded in the charter system and the United Nations and is universally applicable. The rules-based order is composed of unwritten laws whose source, consent, and legitimacy are unknown. To the global majority, those unwritten laws have the appearance of being invoked when they benefit the U.S. and its partners and not being invoked when they don’t.
On March 25, the Security Council passed a resolution demanding “an immediate ceasefire for the month of Ramadan respected by all parties leading to a lasting sustainable ceasefire.” The resolution was able to pass because the U.S. stood aside and let the other fourteen Security Council members pass it by abstaining instead of vetoing.
But in her explanation of the American abstention after the resolution passed, U.S. Ambassador to the UN Linda Thomas-Greenfield “surprisingly” said that “we fully support some of the critical objectives in this nonbinding resolution.”
Her claim that the Security Council resolution was nonbinding was not an off script, impromptu comment. It is the strategy of a country that enforces, not international law, but the U.S. led rules-based order.
Since the beginning, it’s been obvious that Gaza was in many ways a fight between International Law and the US’s “rules-based order”.This whole episode around the UN resolution is a perfect illustration of this. There is no debate amongst international law scholars that resolutions by the UN Security Council that “demand” certain actions are binding (good explanation by a legal scholar here). In fact resolutions by the council ARE international law, article 25 of the UN Charter clearly states: “The Members of the United Nations agree to accept and carry out the decisions of the Security Council in accordance with the present Charter.”
Yet the US now argues that the “rule” is in fact different: “It’s a non-binding resolution, so there’s no impact at all on Israel”.
Where is this rule written, that somehow when the UNSC “demands an immediate ceasefire for the month of Ramadan respected by all parties leading to a lasting sustainable ceasefire”, it’s non-binding and “there’s no impact at all” on the warring party?
Nowhere, that’s the beauty of the rules-based order: the rules are made-up in the moment to fit the interests of the U.S. and its henchmen, depending on the circumstances.
The big issue here is that the whole world, literally, disagrees with the U.S. claims.
All UN Security Council resolutions are legally binding and have the status of international law. That is why UN Secretary General António Guterres said, “This resolution must be implemented. Failure would be unforgivable.” UN deputy spokesperson Farhan Haq explained that, “All the resolutions of the Security Council are international law. They are as binding as international laws.”
Others responded the same way to the U.S. claim. On behalf of the ten elected members of the Security Council who drafted the resolution, Pedro Comissario, Mozambique’s envoy to the United Nations, said, “All United Nations Security Council resolutions are binding and mandatory.” He then added, “It is the hope of the 10 that the resolution adopted today will be implemented in good faith by all parties.”
The United Kingdom also did “not share” the U.S. claim, prompting their envoy to the UN to say, “we expect all Council resolutions to be implemented. This one is not any different. The demands in the resolution are absolutely clear.” China, too, did not share the U.S. evaluation. “China’s U.N. Ambassador Zhang Jun said Security Council resolutions are binding.”
France too rejects the U.S. claim and insists that UNSC Res 2728 is absolutely binding and especially binding for Israel:
“A United Nation Security Council resolution is binding under international law. All concerned parties MUST implement it, especially Israel, to whom it is incumbent to apply this resolution.”
Russia’s Foreign Ministry said Tuesday that UN Security Council Resolution 2728 on Gaza, which calls for an immediate cease-fire and access for humanitarian aid, is binding for all sides, including Israel.
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“The Russian side expects that the binding UN Security Council Resolution 2728 will contribute to de-escalating violence in Gaza, including preventing the Israeli operation in Rafah, freeing hostages, (and) increasing humanitarian assistance to civilians in the sector,” it said.
Four of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council – including two major U.S. allies -, all of its non-permanent members and the UN Secretary General have explicitly said that UNSC Res 2728 is binding.
The U.S. (plus maybe a few of its minor proxies) is the only state which publicly disputes that.
Bertrand points out that this will have huge consequences:
There’s no overstating how consequential this is for the integrity of international relations. By doing so, the US effectively destroys the world order it largely created after WW2 because it effectively tells everyone that the set of institutions, rules and norms that underpin it are meaningless. We’re effectively now in a world system where everyone realizes the police, the government, the basic set of beliefs, have become completely corrupted. This changes everything.What comes next? I think there’s no coming back for the U.S. And I think they know this, maybe unconsciously, otherwise they would at least pretend to act for the better good of all. The fact they don’t shows they’ve effectively abdicated ambitions to restore their hegemony: they’re now nakedly in it to milk the system for themselves, universal pretentions have gone.
This UN Security Council is not the only institution which the U.S. tries to destroys after having largely created it.
The appellate body of the World Trade Organization (WTO), considered the supreme court for international trade, lost its ability to rule on new dispute cases at midnight Tuesday.The panel, whose decisions affect billions of dollars in global trade, is supposed to have seven judges. But their ranks have dwindled because the United States — under the past three presidents — has blocked replacements to protest the way the WTO does business.
A minimum of three judges is needed to issue rulings and the terms of two of the last three judges ended at midnight Tuesday.
This will deal a major blow to the global trading system, critics say, arguing that the situation risked creating a system of trade relations based on power rather than binding international rules.
The U.S. is now using protectionism, subsidies and tariffs, which are clearly illegal under WTO rules it had previously agreed to. But as it has managed, without having any serious argument, to destroy the WTO’s court their is no longer a direct way it can get penalized for it.
But trade is only one field of international relations and other WTO members have found ways to solve disputes even without its court.
The stakes are much higher when it comes to matters of peace and of wars waged with the intent of genocide.
Most countries however don’t want to live in an “eat or get eaten”/”might makes right” world, without rules or norms. So in time a new system will arise.
The biggest unknowns being: can it arise without a major global war, who will lead the construction of its foundations and how can it be set up so that this time around it is fair for all and respected by all?
I’ll leave it to you to ponder those questions.
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The Collapse of The Traditional Career.
Pesto Feta Pizza
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Ingredients
1 prepared pizza crust (such as Boboli)
Feta cheese to taste
Pesto
2 cups fresh parsley or basil, firmly packed
3/4 cup Parmesan or Romano
2/3 cup olive oil
2 to 4 cloves garlic
1/3 cup pine nuts or walnuts
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Instructions
Heat oven to 400 degrees F.
Place basil and garlic in food processor bowl and blend until smooth.
Add nuts and cheese and continue blending.
While processor is running, add olive oil until creamy. (Pesto can be stored up to three months in refrigerator if covered with a thin layer of olive oil, or it can be frozen.)
To assemble pizza: Use pastry brush to add a thin coat of oil to pizza crust (can omit this step).
Spread pesto over pizza crust.
Sprinkle feta over top and add thinly sliced and quartered tomatoes, if desired.
Bake for 10 to 15 minutes.
Serve with a salad.
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What was the rudest thing a teacher has said to you in front of the whole class?
When I was at the 3rd year of Business Administration at the university (from 5 years total), I was discouraged, kind of depressed, and unhappy. So, I didn’t care about buying all the books or anything. I was usually a great student but that year I wasn’t inspired.
One day, my tax law professor criticised me, in front of everyone, because I didn’t have the book. He didn’t have, either! So, I told him that. He answered he had memorised the book. I said I didn’t care, if he didn’t give me the example he couldn’t criticise me. He continued not having the book during the classes and I did the same.
When the test came, we could consult the book. I borrowed the book from my cousin’s boyfriend. Before to hand him (my teacher) my test, knowing I did a great job, I wrote a note provoking him for having done a great test without needing the book during classes (it was easy to find the references I needed from the book).
He was furious with me the day he returned the graded tests. Because my grade was among the best of my class. 😈 I didn’t check the test of my colleague with the best grade. Maybe mine was better and the teacher gave him higher grade just to avoid giving me extra reasons to provoke him, but I didn’t care. For me, my grade was good enough.
Even in my worst days I can be much better than most people at anything I want to do well. Not only in my native country. I did better than competitors worldwide along my career. Without needing anyone to disrespect me or provoke me. I’m motivated by doing things better day after day and learning from my experiences.
Where is the Next American Dream?
When did you realize that you would be single for the rest of your life, and why?
My mother once told me “you gotta kiss a lot of frogs…”
Somewhere around 40 years old (I’m 42 now) I decided I was done kissing frogs and never getting my prince. I now understand why my mother referred to one of her exes as a toad.
Dating these days is often gross and impersonal. It’s hard to meet people organically, so we now resort to online dating. For a woman, online dating is basically a sea of horny, rancid, male sharks and we’ve just put on a bathing suit soaked in chum. Even if there are some decent men on there, we aren’t going to find you or believe you. It’s like panning for fools gold in a NYC sewer. I could tell you some horror stories about the kind of men I’ve met because of online dating. I don’t want to do it ever again and no one can make me! Yuck, eww, No.
Relationships are too exhausting. It takes many years to truly get to know someone and I just don’t have it in me anymore to give that much time, effort, and heart and soul on learning someone again, only to find out years into it that they’re actually a terrible human. This isn’t necessarily fair to people who aren’t awful, but it’s a gamble I’m not all that eager to take anymore. Hard pass.
Even if I were to find my unicorn, the thought of having to alter my long term life goals to now fit the goals of another person just isn’t something I’m very willing to compromise on anymore. And I wouldn’t expect or want someone else to make those changes for me either. At this age, our time is becoming more precious and shouldn’t be conceded on when it comes to our own lifelong happiness. It is unlikely we are meant to travel the same path indefinitely.
For now, I focus on my career and raising my teenagers. I have a couple of dogs and a few good friends to keep me company. I also have to interact with people at work all day. I’m introverted so I’m definitely not lonely, by any means. Getting alone time is a hot commodity to be cherished. I don’t know that I’d want to give up my 30 minutes a week to a relationship. I’m busy.
Some day, when I’m older, I’d like to do things that I really want to do, like travel more, experience new things and cultures, or maybe just sit around in my underpants while eating a rotisserie chicken with my bare hands and watching jeopardy reruns.
Whatever it may be, I want to be free to do it sans the time wasting a-hole.
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Have you ever chosen to dispute a traffic ticket in court? What was the outcome?
I was pulled over in New Mexico back in 2012 and it was for not stopping at a stopsign. The area was fairly rural and I could see both directions some distance. So I slowed but kept rolling then took off. About 2 miles down the road there was a mounty on me and I pulled over trying to imagine what he was getting me for. He came to the car asked for my DL and Ins. and asked me what I called that? I looked at him and said well if you would be kind enough to tell me what “that” was I would be happy to answer for it. After some questions about me being a smart ass he finally realized I didnt know what he was at me about. So he finally told me “Failure to stop at a stop sign!” I admitted well I did slow down he said but you didnt stop I said no its a common practice in the country side at rural stops to roll through and I explained some call it a california roll. He said “That Figures!” and he handed me a ticket to sign He said “well here in Nebraska we dont drive like californians” I said ok not arguing and went on with my evening. Well next day I called an uncle of mine who was an attorney told him and he told me how to get out of it. SO court day came I show up and so does he. THe judge asked him what happened and then turned to me and asked my side. I didnt even tell him about the stop and went to describing how I was treated by the officer and the “It figures” and “we dont drive like californians” comments and my ticket was promptly dismissed for personal bias and out I walked while the judge reprimanded the deputy.
Have you ever been treated so terribly at a restaurant that you refused to go back there again?
Yes. Arriving, the parking lot was very slick ice. I informed the hostess (owner), she just shot an undeserved annoyed look. Hey I was just trying to help them & avoid a slip & fall for someone.
Our waitress failed to bring our food as it sat way to long prepared, even after a long wait we asked. Clearly she then forgot; but did show up to push a wine bottle to buy. That after we distinctly expressed early on we were not there for drinks. Same with appetizers & desserts.
The goal was clear: upsell, upsell.
The food was just about room temperature. And not even what we had ordered. She tried to convince us to eat what she brought anyway!
All that did was piss her off. Watching her she returned food to the kitchen, obviously not giving them our actual order.
We are not snotty people at all! But were pretty much forced to be at this point, hangry didn’t help.
We stopped at the hostess/owner podium & waited for some attention. After too long she asked “how many in our party?” She didn’t remember us unsurprisingly.
I made a bit of a sport of it, saying “still two, we’re just waiting for our check”.
“Who was your waiter/waitress?”
“Don’t know”
“Where was your table”
“Over there (with a vague gesture”
Now SHE’S very annoyed & NOT pleasant at all. “What did you have?”
“Nothing but water”
Now she’s even more annoyed + confused. Good. As if anyone there cared anyway.
I finally explained the situation & that we’d been there for almost an hour at this point. Ordered food, never got it, we’re leaving.
The bitch, now outright rude, threatened to call the police.
I implored her to, explaining we certainly are not paying for a product or service we’d never received. And fortunately we hadn’t yet paid, as then we would have a stronger case do please – a police report will be a good addition to our case. Plus hopefully for her sake they arrive quickly since now they are on the clock.
She still tried to argue! “We can’t just come here and leave without paying”. Argh. Pay for what – water? I don’t even see water on the menu, how much do you charge for it?” (I believe it’s state law that water & bathroom facilities are required at a certain amount of seating). But she briefly tried to think of an amount to charge.
I finally announced the end of this dispute – if she’s call law enforcement we’d feel compelled to wait, otherwise we’re leaving. She quipped something like ” well I guess we’ll eat this one”.
“Good for you! That’s more than we got!”
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Most Women don’t want to be real wives so what’s up with the pretending? Or is the tide turning?
Why did you call off your wedding?
I was engaged to a fine woman. She was kind, considerate, smart and rich.
We had not set a date for the wedding when I started to have doubts about our relationship.
At first I didn’t know what was the problem was, but it was a strong feeling.
One day we were driving around in Brentwood, looking at old, stately homes when I saw what I considered to be a beautiful home.
It was brick, with leaded windows, slate roof and a plank door. I was admiring it when she said, “I will never live in a used house.”
I was stunned and asked her why.
She said, I don’t want to live in someone’s reject.”
I said, “just because someone is selling a house does not make it a reject.”
She said, “I do not care, I will never live in a used home.”
I knew she meant it.
At that moment I knew what the problem was, our values were too different.
I called off the engagement the next week.
I have never regretted that decision
EDIT: we parted with no hard feelings, there were no bad guys, just two people who were not right for each other.
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Olive and Brie Pizza
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Prep: 20 min | Bake: 20 min | Yield: 6 servings
Ingredients
1 refrigerated unbaked 9 inch pie crust, at room temperature or 1 (13.8 ounce) tube pizza dough
2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
8 ounces brie cheese, rind removed, cut into 1/2-inch pieces
3 plum tomatoes, thinly sliced
2/3 cup halved Lindsay® Ripe Pitted Olives
3 tablespoons thinly sliced green onion with tops
2 teaspoons fresh chopped oregano or 3/4 teaspoon dried
1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese
Instructions
Heat oven to 400 degrees F.
Place crust on a lightly floured cookie or baking sheet. Fold in edges of crust (1/2 inch), pressing down lightly to form a rim.
Spread mustard over inside of crust; top with half of brie cheese, tomatoes, olives, green onion, remaining brie cheese, oregano and Parmesan cheese.
Bake until crust is crisp and golden brown, 18 to 20 minutes.
Let stand for 10 minutes before serving.
Serve warm or at room temperature.
olive pizza
A saga
US Troops on Taiwan Advance to Within 1 mile from China Border
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The top defense official in the nation of Taiwan has confirmed that U.S. troops are stationed off the coast of China, as World War 3 continues to take shape. Chiu Kuo-cheng, Taiwan’s Defense Minister, was questioned by journalists about a report that U.S. troops had advanced from Taiwan to small islands in close proximity to mainland China, such as Kinmen Island. Chiu’s response confirmed that the troops had in fact advanced closer to China. The scalable map below shows where US troops have gone and how close they now are to mainland China: Hal Turner Editorial Opinion China has long told Taiwan and the world that the stationing of US Troops on Taiwan would be viewed as “an invasion of China” and would be dealt with as such. Not only has the US now deployed troops onto Taiwan, they have moved some of those troops to an island within one mile of mainland China! This is a gross provocation by the United States; it’s almost as if the US is TRYING to start a major war!
What was the strangest way an embezzler was caught?
My dad owned his own accounting firm for decades and he had one fairly big client that he got on well with. When Dad retired he was offered a job 1 day a week by this client. They had a guy who had been there a while who did payroll and the basic accounting but he wasn’t very good at the accounting so my dad was meant to be taking over accounts and this other guy was meant to be just doing payroll.
Anyway, on my dad’s first day the boss suggested he learn the payroll system so he could be cover for the other guy.
They had a little demonstration session and my dad asked how sickness was done. The payroll guy said nobody is ever sick to which the boss replied that he was, last month. Reluctantly the guy showed my dad how the sickness was done on his own payslip and everyone instantly spotted that the guy had been paying himself double when off sick! He had been doing that a while. He went the same day!
He Was Homeless in America & Then He Moved To The Philippines : A Life Lesson
Have you ever walked out of a restaurant after you were seated by a waiter or waitress?
I was seated by a hostess at an Italian restaurant in Paramus NJ. It was supposed to be our anniversary dinner. A coworker of mine who was about as Italian as you can get without being born in Italy had given me a recommendation to go there.
Well after 30 minutes with not so much as a waiter/waitress taking our drink order (perhaps longer… I can be stubborn) I decided enough of this and signalled to my wife we were leaving now.
That could have been the end of the story but it is not.
I told my coworker what happened and it turned out he was part of the family (in laws? cousins? don’t remember.) and took it very personal that we got treated that way. My telephone at work rings a day or two later and it’s the owner of the restaurant and he’s apologizing profusely. It was then that I remembered my coworker told me to drop his name when I went there.
We were invited back for a “chef’s choice” seating at their expense. The meal was wonderful but way more than I could eat. There were eight courses and lots of wine. My wife doesn’t drink wine and never did so I got sorta concerned as was going to be way too drunk to drive. I’m not talking one bottle of wine here but a different wine for each course.
It was quite the meal.
When we went back days or months later we always were treated with great deference and got great service.
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Who’s the most boring person in your life?
My brother in law Paul, he is a really nice guy he is always ready to help someone out. He was a volunteer coast guard, regularly went to church , is a really good provider for my sister, hard working financially prudent, not tight just put a bit aside for the rainy day, save for the pension.
But he makes watching paint dry feel exciting, he can flatten a family gathering just by walking into the room. He is a train spotter and makes models out of matches and is an amateur weather forecaster. His only subjects of conversation are different types of rolling stock on the railways, cloud types and work, he is an aera manager for morrisons local shops. But because a lot of his job is to do with the finance side he takes commercial confidentiality seriously. So apart from three slightly amusing stories, nothing about work.
He only ever has two drinks either at a party or in the pub, doesn’t like spicy food or french food, not really keen on pasta or pizza no bbq and doesn’t eat rice or garlic. His taste in music was once described by my sister ‘Paul doesn’t like music, he likes ric Astley and black lace it is mucus not music’ he is a nice guy but so boring.
According to my sister the only time he’s not boring is when he and she stay energetically awake, then by all accounts he is creative and inventive, and has superior staying power.
As I don’t have sex with him I will stick with the description boring.
Make this fair
Laziness: What’s the laziest thing you’ve ever done?
It’s not me, but a guy who used to sit near me in my office.
In my office, the computers are set up such a way that if you don’t do anything for 4 minutes, they get locked. in order to unlock that, you need to type your password again.
Everyone faces this several times a day, if you go to the washroom, or busy in a phone call, or discussing something with someone for more than 4 minutes, you will find your PC locked when you come back.
This guy was too lazy to type his password every time this happened. So he invented this technology:
Open notepad
Put a bottle on the keyboard, this causes some keys to be pressed all the time.
this causes text input in notepad.
The computer thinks that user is working, so it does not get locked.
This is a photo I took when he was gone from his desk after setting up the Bottle-Anti-lock mechanism.
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Soon he realized that entering huge amount of text in notepad causes the PC to run out of memory eventually and crash after some time.
We asked him to write a VBScript to mimic the keystroke, but he is too lazy for that. He found out a lazier work around,
He now uses a Comb (borrowed from a female co-worker – permanently) to push down the keys in the alt, ctrl, and the directional keys area which do not enter text in the notepad. and he keeps the bottle on top of the comb for the weight.
I don’t have an original photo for this. so I made a dummy. imagine the power bank is the keys that need to be pressed.
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Necessity is the mother of invention!
Update: Some friends have asked in comments why cant we just change the screen lock timeout settings, or remove the password. The answer is, we do not have Admin privileges. Passwords and other system settings are enforced by Admin directly into the registry using group policy. We don’t have the privilege of Change settings, edit registry, change date/time, change screensaver and wallpapers. we cant even install any additional software. CD roms and USB drives are disabled too, so no way of boot into a portable Linux or something to hack the registry.
My daughter’s AI “likes”
She has different tastes than I have.
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The Sopranos – Tony Soprano and other capos meet behind Junior Soprano’s back!
What is the funniest joke you’ve been told that you still think about to this day?
Two women talking in heaven
1st woman: Hi! Wanda.
2nd woman: Hi! Sylvia. How’d you die?
1st woman: I froze to death.
2nd woman: How horrible!
1st woman: 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?
2nd woman: 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.
1st woman: So, what happened?
2nd woman: 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.
1st woman: Too bad you didn’t look in the freezer—we’d both still be alive.
Weather warnings
It’s war: the real meat grinder starts now
Pepe Escobar No more shadow play. It’s now in the open. No holds barred. Exhibit 1: Friday, March 22, 2024. It’s War. The Kremlin, via Peskov, finally admits it, on the record.
The money quote:
"Russia cannot allow the existence on its borders of a state that has a documented intention to use any methods to take Crimea away from it, not to mention the territory of new regions."
Translation: the Hegemon-constructed Kiev mongrel is doomed, one way or another. The Kremlin signal: "We haven't even started" starts now.
Exhibit 2: Friday afternoon, a few hours after Peskov. Confirmed by a serious European – not Russian – source. The first counter-signal. Regular troops from France, Germany and Poland have arrived, by rail and air, to Cherkassy, south of Kiev.A substantial force. No numbersleaked.They are being housed in schools.For all practical purposes, this is a NATO force.
That signals, “Let the games begin”.
From a Russian point of view, Mr. Khinzal’s business cards are set to be in great demand.Exhibit 3: Friday evening. Terror attack on Crocus City, a music venue northwest of Moscow. A heavily trained commando shoots people on sight, point blank, in cold blood, then sets a concert hall on fire.
The definitive counter-signal: with the battlefield collapsing, all that’s left is terrorism in Moscow. And just as terror was striking Moscow, the US and the UK, in southwest Asia, was bombing Sana’a, the Yemeni capital, with at least five strikes.Some nifty coordination. Yemen has just clinched a strategic deal in Oman with Russia-China for no-hassle navigation in the Red Sea, and is among the top candidates for BRICS+ expansion at the summit in Kazan next October.
Not only the Houthis are spectacularly defeating thalassocracy, they have the Russia-China strategic partnership on their side. Assuring China and Russia that their ships can sail through the Bab-al-Mandeb, Red Sea and Gulf of Aden with no problems is exchanged with total political support from Beijing and Moscow.
The sponsors remain the same Deep in the night in Moscow, before dawn on Saturday 23. Virtually no one is sleeping. Rumors dance like dervishes on countless screens. Of course nothing has been confirmed – yet. Only the FSB will have answers. A massive investigation is in progress.
The timing of the Crocus massacre is quite intriguing. On a Friday during Ramadan. Real Muslims would not even think about perpetrating a mass murder of unarmed civilians under such a holy occasion.
Compare it with the ISIS card being frantically branded by the usual suspects.
Let’s go pop.
To quote Talking Heads: “This ain’t no party/ this ain’t no disco/ this ain’t no fooling around”.
Oh no; it’s more like an all-American psy op.
ISIS are cartoonish mercenaries/goons. Not real Muslims.
And everyone knows who finances and weaponizes them. That leads to the most possible scenario, before the FSB weighs in: ISIS goons imported from the Syria battleground – as it stands, probably Tajiks – trained by CIA and MI6, working on behalf ofthe Ukrainian SBU. Several witnesses at Crocus referred to “Wahhabis” – as in the commando killers did not look like Slavs.
It was up to Serbia’s Aleksandar Vucic to cut to the chase.
He directly connected the “warnings” in early March from American and British embassies directed at their citizens not to visit public places in Moscow with CIA/MI6 intel having inside info about possible terrorism, and not disclosing it to Moscow.
The plot thickens when it isestablished that Crocus is owned by the Agalarovs: anAzeri-Russian billionaire family, very close friends of…… Donald Trump.Talk about a Deep State-pinpointed target.ISIS spin-off or banderistas – the sponsors remain the same.
The clownish secretary of the National Security and Defense Council of Ukraine, Oleksiy Danilov, was dumb enough to virtually, indirectly confirm they did it, saying on Ukrainian TV, “we will give them [Russians] this kind of fun more often.”But it was up to Sergei Goncharov, a veteran of the elite Russia Alpha anti-terrorism unit,to get closer to unwrapping the enigma: he told Sputnik the most feasible mastermind is Kyrylo Budanov–the chief of the Main Directorate of Intelligence at the Ukrainian Ministry of Defense.
The “spy chief” who happens to be the top CIA asset in Kiev.It’s got to go till the last Ukrainian The three exhibits above complement what the head of NATO’s military committee, Rob Bauer, previously told a security forum in Kiev: “You need more than just grenades – you need people to replace the dead and wounded. And this means mobilization.”
Translation: NATO spelling out this is a war until the last Ukrainian.And the “leadership” in Kiev still does not get it.Former Minister of Infrastructure Omelyan:“If we win, we will pay back with Russian oil, gas, diamonds and fur. If we lose, there will be no talk of money – the West will think about how to survive.”In parallel, puny “garden-and jungle” Borrell admitted that it would be “difficult” for the EU to find an extra 50 billion euros for Kiev if Washington pulls the plug. The cocaine-fueled sweaty sweatshirt leadership actually believes that Washington is not “helping” in the form of loans, but in the form of free gifts.
And the same applies for the EU. The Theater of the Absurd is unmatchable. The German Liver Sausage Chancellor actually believes that proceeds from stolen Russian assets “do not belong to anyone”, so they can be used to finance extra Kiev weaponizing.
Everyone with a brain knows that using interest from “frozen”, actually stolen Russian assets to weaponize Ukraine is a dead end – unless they steal all of Russia’s assets, roughly $200 billion, mostly parked in Belgium and Switzerland: that would tank the Euro for good, and the whole EU economy for that matter. Eurocrats better listen to Russian Central Bank major “disrupter” (American terminology) Elvira Nabiullina: The Bank of Russia will take “appropriate measures”if the EU does anything on the “frozen”/stolen Russian assets.
It goes without saying that the three exhibits above completely nullify the “La Cage aux Folles” circus promoted by the puny Petit Roi, now known across his French domains as Macronapoleon. Virtually the whole planet, including the English-speaking Global North, had already been mocking the “exploits” of his Can Can Moulin Rouge Army.
So French, German and Polish soldiers, as part of NATO, are already in the south of Kiev. The most possible scenario is that they will stay far, far away from the frontlines – although traceable by Mr. Khinzal’s business activities. Even before this new NATO batch arriving in the south of Kiev, Poland – which happens to serve as prime transit corridor for Kiev’s troops – had confirmed that Western troops are already on the ground.
So this is not about mercenaries anymore. France, by the way, is only 7th in terms of mercenaries on the ground, largely trailing Poland, the US and Georgia, for instance.
The Russian Ministry of Defense has all the precise records. In a nutshell: now war has morphed from Donetsk, Avdeyevka and Belgorod to Moscow. Further on down the road, it may not just stop in Kiev. It may only stop in Lviv. Mr. 87%, enjoying massive national near-unanimity, now has the mandate to go all the way. Especially after Crocus.
There’s every possibility the terror tactics by Kiev goons will finally drive Russia to return Ukraine to its original 17th century landlocked borders: Black Sea-deprived, and with Poland, Romania, and Hungary reclaiming their former territories.
Remaining Ukrainians will start to ask serious questions about what led them to fight – literally to their death – on behalf of the US Deep State, the military complex and BlackRock.
As it stands, the Highway to Hell meat grinder is bound to reach maximum velocity.
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Let me tell you all about raising kids. I am sure that other parents will agree.
How you you know that the home that you are visiting has children?
Easy. There are stickers everywhere.
Seriously. My daughter is sticker crazy, and they are cheap with different designs, shapes and colors. They are peel off and she will get a roll and plaster the entire house with them. I doesn’t matter where. Either.
On the walls, on the drawers, on the floor, on the table. On everything.
It’s a fact of life that I was unprepared for. Ugh!
Initially, I tried to keep up, but eventually I “threw in the towel” and gave up. Now, I own a home populated with stickers everywhere.
Word to the wise.
If you all ever decide to have kids, please don’t buy them any adhesive stickers. You can thank me later.
Today…
Wheat issues with China
Five orders of wheat from the West has been canceled.
There is a penalty charge for cancelling orders and Chinese buyers still have to look at their bottom line.
The logical reason for the cancellation, I believe, is that China has made reliable food supply the most important strategic goal for the country since maybe ten years ago. In the meantime, China has been exporting inexpensive farming equipment and technology to ASEAN countries and Africa (noticing that, John Deere’s prognosis for its future is “Winter is coming”).
China is leasing farmland in Kazakhstan and Russia and establishing strong relationships with BRI and BRICS+ countries that export agricultural products, including Argentina (despite early rhetoric, they cannot afford to lose China and are doing all they can to keep their old friend by eating crow and shutting TFU). China also has plans to divert water from the Tibetan plateau to the vast arid land of Xinjiang for developing agriculture.
The result is now being experienced with bumper crops in all these places where China has close ties, on the average 50% increase in output.
Since US, Australian and Ukrainian suppliers are unreliable (thanks to their politicians), China will buy from countries with shorter secured trade routes, stronger trade ties and direct currency swap lines. Because the US and Australian contracts are at higher prices set in the past, Chinese buyers paying current bumper crop prices pay less even with the cancellation penalties (it’s like the cost of hedging).
It’s just business, not personal (favorite Mafia excuse after knocking off their competition), and certainly not an insidious trade war. This is an example of China’s long-term planning and assiduous execution of their plan. Meanwhile, the West is busy manufacturing more lies.
Good luck with that.
PM
The truth…
What is the most degrading job you ever had?
I worked at a small, private nursery school in Japan that catered to rich kids. I was paid nine dollars an hour.
I arrived early every morning to set up all the heavy classroom equipment, and I stayed late to put it all back again. No problem.
I changed diapers, and toilet trained the kids. Bring it on!
I spoon fed the kids at lunchtime, and didn’t eat any lunch myself. Loved doing that, too.
In fact, I really loved the kids, and I liked a lot of things about that job.
What I didn’t like was how I was treated by the bosses.
On my first day there I was handed a pair of gardening gloves, and ordered to weed the garden and remove the cat poop from the sandbox. (Incidentally, the gloves got stolen when I washed them and left them out to dry. Why would anyone do that?)
I was also instructed to water down the liquid hand soap in the washroom, and to wash and reuse the disposable plastic cups in the kitchen (which didn’t have any hot running water, by the way). Tissues were strictly rationed, and I was criticized for offering a tissue to a child with a runny nose because she’d already used one that day.
I was given a lot of strange and contradictory instructions, and I was always getting in trouble for not knowing which particular rule to follow, because they seemed to change on a daily basis. After a while, I started to think I was losing my mind. It was horrible.
I lasted four months at that job. When I gave notice, the boss burst into tears and told me that I was the best worker he’d ever had. I later found out that I was the only worker who had lasted more than a month! (Apparently some people quit after their first day on the job.) I’m amazed that I lasted so long.
I have had a lot of bad job experiences, but that was the most degrading … and the worst paying.
Is he wrong
What if you have been caught with a gun to your face?
😀 I have had a gun shoved in my face a few times.
I am still alive. You’d very quickly work out my identity if I told you those stories.
However, my dad’s shop had a gun come in with a sawn off a couple times. Did I do something heroic grab the gun fuck no… I gave him the till tray which had at most £50 most people were paying with cards by that time and anybody who paid with cash had the notes shoved into a one way floor safe built into the floor. It had a slit to push notes into and of course it was the early 2010s the take away business wasn’t what was.
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Did your life change in an instant? What happened?
I had just finished my second year of university, and my dad had a heart attack. It was a warning. Bad, but not disastrous. I went home and looked after the family business while my father recovered. I had a high paying summer camp job lined up, that included room and board, plus 360 hours a month of work, for 4 months.
I gave this up, to keep the family business going. When it was time to go back to university, my dad approached me, and asked me to continue to run the business, until it could be sold. This took 4 years, because my dad had to go to court to get my uncle to agree to sell it.
In 4 years I had a lot more life experience, and I no longer wanted the career that I had been going to university for. I read a Dear Abby column, where someone said that they were 32 and wanted to go back to university to get their dream job, but in four years, when they started their dream job they would be 36. Abby replied, saying, and how old will you be in 4 years, if you don’t go back to school. This was an eye opening way of looking at life.
I decided to see the world and then go back to university. Seeing the world when you are young is never the same as seeing it when you are retired.
I became a ships Captain and saw the world. When I felt it was time for a change, I went back to university, I started a third career, completely different from anything I had thought about before. When that got old I started another career.
If my dad had stayed healthy, I would have completed a degree in something that I might have had no interest in, gotten married young, and not wanted to risk career changes, with a family to support.
Accountability
Have you seen a lawyer get rude with a judge during a trial?
Many, many times. Here’s a good story for you.
Judge: “You’re 40 minutes late for trial.”
Lawyer: “I heard that I’m being sanctioned?”
Judge: “You didn’t produce the expert report that I granted you the last continuance to have time to produce. And you’re 40 minutes late. And I’m having to continue the trial again because of your bad behavior.”
Lawyer (who has an enraged look in his eye): “Yes we did produce the expert report.” (this was a total lie btw)
Judge: “NO, YOU DIDN’T. We’ve had a hearing with your associate on this for the last 40 minutes before you were so kind as to grace us with your company. Now you’re late and you are arguing with me over matters already decided. I’m continuing the trial because a client should not have to suffer for a lawyer’s bad behavior, but I’m sanctioning you $500.00.”
Lawyer: “I don’t feel like that would be fair.”
Judge: “I really don’t care what you feel would be fair. You haven’t been on this earth long enough to tell me how to run my courtroom.”
Lawyer: “Look, I want to make sure the record is clear on this. You’re sanctioning me $500.00 for not turning over an expert report we turned over?”
Judge: “No, you didn’t. I’m going to sanction you another $200.00 for your insolence. Now you’re up to $500.00. Do you want to keep going?”
Lawyer: “Judge, if you’re sanctioning me another $200.00, that would be $700.00, not $500.00.”
Judge: “Oh my goodness, you’re right. What would we do without you here to keep me on track? I’m sanctioning you $700.00 payable to the Women’s Center within 30 days. Get out of my courtroom.”
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Life rules
What is the most condescending advice you received from someone who assumed you were poorer or less educated than them?
I used to work in engineering – high precision aerospace stuff. It just so happened that the majority of the people who worked there were men. In fact I was one of only three women out of the 300 or so who worked there. We also all wore the same corporate clothing which was nice because it made us feel like a team rather than managers versus shopfloor.
One incident stands out in my head. I was near the shopfloor entrance chatting to one of the guys, when a couple from our new supplier walked in. One of them barked at me ‘I’ve got an appointment to see the Managing Director, about some technical issues,’ whilst the other didn’t even condescend to look at me. Despite his rudeness, I said; ‘certainly sir, I’ll take you up there.’
I settled them into the office (big office, very plush) and asked them if they’d like coffee. They nodded (speaking was too much effort), and I served them freshly brewed coffee and expensive biscuits. No thank you of course.
Then I proceeded to introduce myself and shook their hands, ‘hello, I’m Dr. Dickens, Managing Director. Now let’s get started on those technical issues shall we?’ I have never seen two people pale so quickly, because I could have cancelled their supply contract in a second.
Because I have a PhD in Aerospace engineering, my title is Dr. and almost without fail, everyone thinks I am a male, so this scenario happened time and time again. The guys who worked for me thought it was brilliant (‘they thought you were the secretary again!!’), but it can wear a bit thin sometimes.
No lies told here
Have you ever found something unexpected inside of something you bought used?
A few years back, I decided to buy what I call a man bag. It’s sort of like a briefcase, but soft sided and has a strap that you can put over your shoulder and carry it like a purse.
Anyway, I picked out a nice one. And when I got home, I started taking out all the packing paper they’d put inside. In one of the pouches was a bunch of legal papers. It was a checkbook, bills, and canceled checks and other things like that. It was obviously somebody’s personal documents, it had the man’s name, and something like I checking account number, but not enough for me to identify and contact him or her. It did have one thing that I recognized. The name of a company. UBS is sort of a brokerage house, money management, bank, services company. I use it for some of my retirement savings. So, I took the papers over to the local office and explained to the receptionist how I found them. She seemed quite surprised by the story, but in the end, said yes, she takes the papers and pass them on and see what could be done. I thought that was the end of the story, but about six months later I received a package in the mail. This was from a stranger in California. At this point I should mention that I live in a small city outside Chicago, Illinois. Anyway, the papers belong to him, and UBS had tracked him down using the account numbers and return all the documents.
He was very, very happy and told me that he had purchased the bag in California about a year before. He decided he didn’t like it and returned it to the store, but obviously had accidentally left some of his papers in the bag. The retail store obviously had not checked very well, put the bag back in stock and somehow it ended up on the shelf in their store near me 2000 miles away. So, we have one company that didn’t check their merchandise very well, and another company that went the extra mile for one of their customers and got him back some documents that he really needed, but had thought were lost forever.
The end of the story is that in the letter saying thank you for helping get his documents back. He sent me a very large box of see’s candy. Now of all the candy in the world, I love see’s the most. Unfortunately, about one week before the candy arrived, I’ve been put on a pretty strict diet to lose a significant amount of weight. But my daughter and granddaughter graciously took the candy off my hands and told me that was very good.
14 Habits that will make you more attractive and impressive
Have a great hygiene. Take good care of your teeth, skin, hair and entire body. Being rough or smelly makes you unattractive.
Build an excellent posture. Don’t bend your back or side while standing or walking.
Invest in your physical health. Eat vitamins, hit the gym consistently and don’t be overly stressed. Stress makes you unattractive with time.
Dress well no matter the occasion.
Smell good always. Use a good perfume, you don’t need to have a body odour to smell nice.
Have a positive mindset. Being negative always is a bad energy people run away from.
Be confident and carry yourself with dignity. Low-esteem makes you unattractive.
Don’t use vulgar words
Cultivate excellent etiquettes
Be a goal-getter and constantly achieve things that are important your life.
Be joyful, being sad always is unattractive.
Fill your heart with love. Hating on others and gossipping about them is terrible and unattractive.
Respect people. Being rude is unattractive.
Be financially stable. Learn a high demand skill, get a job, start a business or launch your startup.
Zorg Being Iconic for 10 Minutes | The Fifth Element
Have you ever been given a poor grade because of a political view you expressed?
Yes, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience.
I won’t say what grade I was in, and I won’t name the school, either. Nor will I name the teacher. Anyways, in class, we had to do a debate/argument writing piece. I was usually pretty good at these arguments, and writing was one of my strong points. Therefore, I felt that I would do pretty good.
I decided to do an argument about jail time for men and women. As you may know, a study by Sonja Starr found that men, on average, spend up to 63% more jail time than women, for the same crime. There were also many other prejudices with the legal system that I pointed out. I don’t remember exactly what I wrote, but it was about the conviction and trials of men as opposed to women. Of course, I had facts and statistics to support them.
Throughout the month, the class worked on their essays. A few days into the project, we had to get out ideas approved for our writing piece, so everyone lined up to the teacher’s desk. When I finally got to the front of the line, I told her about my argument: men are prejudiced against when it comes to serving jail time. Before I show you her response, I need to say that my teacher was going through a phase where she didn’t care about much. She usually responded with a few grunts, and wasn’t generally happy at all. In fact, some kids called her “cave woman” behind her back. But when I told her about my essay topic, her eyes got wide. She told me that my topic wasn’t valid. Being the kind of person I was, I asked her “Why?” She just shook her head and told me to meet her after everyone was done getting their topics approved. I walked back towards my desk, puzzled and a little irritated. After everyone was done getting their topics approved, she gestured towards me for me to come over. I quietly got up and walked over to her. The following conversation isn’t 100% accurate, as this was a long time ago, but you’ll get the gist of it.
I approach her desk.
“Follow me,” she says, and starts walking towards the hall. I trudge after her, ignoring weird looks from my classmates and the occasional “He got in trouble,” or “I wonder what she’ll punish him with.”
I walk into the hall, and close the door.
“So, do you know why I dragged you out here?” she asks with an interrogating tone.
“No”, I reply honestly.
She pulls out an AK-47 and shoots me, and drags me down the hall. She walks past two guards, then locks me in a cage. Inside is a monstrous, man-eating gorgon. The gorgon eats me.
I snap back to reality.
“Well, I am disturbed by how patriarchal your essay topic is.”
“I’m sorry.” I respond.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it.” she says. “Your essay topic could’ve offended many people. I was quite offended.” she continues. “You will need to serve this week in detention. And start thinking of a new topic, or else I’m going to call your parents.”
Rage boils inside me, and I can feel anger in my head. I swallow it, and say nothing. But I am mad. I can’t believe that this teacher would criticize me based on my beliefs.
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself? What do you have to say to all women, for being such a misogynistic bigot?”
“Sorry” is all I can mutter.
“I’m not going to waste more time lecturing you. Now get back into class and think of a new topic. And it had better not be sexist.” she says.
I walk back into the classroom.
That night, I told my parents about everything that had happened. I was pretty afraid that I would be punished on the home front as well. After all, our writing teacher was pretty grumpy, but also reasonable. I figured that if she thought that my topic was sexist, my parents would, too. However, they sympathized, and instead of grounding me for thinking of such a “sexist” topic, they called the principal.
The next day, during biology, I was called down to the office. I thought I was in further trouble, but to my surprise, my writing teacher was there too. The principal explained to me that yes, I could write about that topic if I had a strong belief in it. The principal, who was female, (not that it adds anything) was my savior that day, and I have appreciated it since. I headed back to class, and my writing teacher did the same.
Throughout the month, I worked on my writing piece, and even showed it to the principal. She enjoyed it thoroughly, and it made me pretty proud. I didn’t get my teacher’s approval, but at least I got the principal’s.
One thing about our school was that we had to read our pieces aloud. Every semester, we would work on one aspect of writing. We would do two pieces a semester, and we would always have a big class ceremony. We would each read our piece in front of the class. When it was my turn, I walked to the pedestal at the front and read my title aloud. Immediately, one girl raised her hand annoyingly. This girl (we’ll call her Denise, for lack of a better name) was the teacher’s pet in every class except biology. She always got her way, no matter what, except for, well, in biology. My biology teacher probably hated Denise and was the only one who had ever gotten her in detention. I secretly admired him for that. Anyways, Denise raised her hand. Annoyed, I called on her, and she shouted “you’re a misogynistic, patriarchal &%^#$” (kept out for obvious reasons). The whole class looked at her disgustedly, except, of course, the writing teacher. I proceeded with my writing, and I could hear Denise calling me “sexist” or “bigot” under her breath. When I was done, everyone applauded except for Denise and the writing teacher. I walked back to my desk, feeling pretty good.
The next day, I was in study hall, reading my textbook so I could complete my study guide. (It was history.) I was minding my own business when three girls suddenly approached me. I asked them how I could help them, out of politeness, and they told me that I was a jerk, that I deserved to die, that I was a disgusting human being. At first, I had no idea what they were talking about, until they said:
“Why did you bully Denise yesterday, just because she’s a girl?”
I understood. Either Denise had told them that I was a bully, or they had made up the story themselves. And they seemed so hooked on the idea that I knew it must’ve been Denise.
I answered in my best calm-but-angry tone: “If you consider writing an essay bullying, we all would be shipped off to jail right now. Except for you three, since the courts are more considerate towards women.”
One of them punched me in the shoulder, hard, but not hard enough to do serious damage. I had had enough. I picked up my textbook, pencils, and all of my other supplies and simply walked away. They didn’t pursue. Even though pain was still ringing through my shoulder, I felt pretty proud of myself for standing up to three girls who were using their gender to blackmail me. I didn’t report it, because I knew that punishment wouldn’t change them.
The next day, we got our grades. I flipped over to my rubric and was shocked at what I saw: a 36%. The comments wrote something along the lines of Alexander wrote a very misogynistic, questionable essay. I know that he is capable of doing better, if he gets these very old-fashioned thoughts out of my head. That’s it, I thought. Inside, I was crying, and I knew how mad my parents would be. I knew that I couldn’t get my parents to bail me out of this one; sometimes, you have to just suck it up and take matters into your own hands. So I did. At lunch, I talked to the principal, and she and my writing teacher emailed each other. In the end, they agreed that my writing would be graded by the writing teacher a grade level above me, and the score would be averaged out. The writing teacher in the next grade level gave me a 98, so the average was a 67. A D+. I was an A-, A, and A+ student, so this was a crushing blow to me. I told my parents what happened, but to my surprise, they weren’t mad, but proud that I had “taken the case” to the principal. The other thing was, my grade wasn’t impacted much. It got lowered to an 83%, which I managed to regain back to a 94%.
In retrospect, I may have overreacted a bit, but I’m not the kind of person who just sits down and gets steamrolled by injustice. I stood up for myself, and I think I did what was right.
Wow! I just wrote the longest answer I’ve ever written. Hopefully, you read my whole story if you are reading this sentence right now. What I won’t offer is the cure to cancer, but there is something I’d like you all to know.
It’s okay to question authority when you are doing what’s fair for you. After all, minors deserve to be treated with respect as well. Also, never let your one-sided bias blind you.
Well, have a nice day.
Scott Ritter: Putin Rejects Neocon’s China Agenda – What Will Happen Between Russia and NATO?
A supremely great interview. A MUST watch.
https://youtu.be/w1iQNmsgHeM
If your young child ever “walked in” on you and your spouse, how did you/would you handle it?
I can’t believe I’m actually sharing this story but it has been 36 years so I guess enough time has passed to protect the innocent. My husband and I were living in Germany with our three year old daughter. It was winter and very cold so she wore those little onesies with the feet in them. It was late, we knew she was asleep because we had checked on her, so we were comfortable enjoying our “adult time”. Thus, you can imagine our surprise when suddenly there is a extra weight that plops down on my husband’s back while simultaneously we hear, “Ride a horse, Daddy, giddyap!” Of course we were stunned, shocked, and not knowing what to do, my husband did the only thing he could think of…he gave her a “ride” for a moment while we gathered our wits. Then, we arose, got her the drink she had apparently originally wanted, and put her back to bed. By the time we regained our bedroom we were choking trying to hold back the laughter and could finally let it out. We laughed until we cried. It’s was a memory we shared and loved right up until the day he died and one that will always make me smile.
What do I write to my dad in prison?
A Rule: Don’t start your letter with, “Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written.”
Trust me, we know it’s been a long time. We know better than anyone. Just don’t waste the time, effort, or space committing those words to paper. Probably half the letters I received started with those words, and it felt like being told, “You’ve diminished in importance since you’ve gone to prison, and each successive day makes you that much less a part of my life.” I’d much rather hear that than, “Sorry it’s been so long.”
No preamble is necessary. Just imagine that I’m sitting next to you on a long drive and tell me stuff! What’s important to you right now? Tell me about the argument you had with your coworker. Clue me in about the movie you just watched that you loved or hated. Did you go to a restaurant that surprised, delighted, or sickened you? I want to know!
Don’t worry about reminding me where I’m at. Several people took great pains to avoid the topic of prison, as if they were afraid I’d read it and suddenly remember, “Holy shit, I totally forgot! I’m in prison,” then break down in tears. It’s never far from our minds where we are, and it’s perfectly OK to talk about it.
Letter writing is a lost art. It’s hard to find positive things to say about prison, but your letters can be one of them. A woman I had been seeing before going to prison and I wrote the most amazing letters back and forth. One of us would start a story that the other would carry forward. We became the nightly entertainment for one another, and I learned more about who she was in those pages than I ever could in a thousand dates.
An Observation: e-mail kills letters and destroys communication. If you start writing letters, and enjoy that, e-mail will bring it to a swift and final conclusion.
In the federal system, inmates have to pay five cents a minute to read or write e-mails. E-mail with a taxi meter forces you to vomit your thoughts onto the screen, and inhale messages. Please, give me a piece of paper, a thing I can hold in my hand and linger over for hours or days. I have the time.
Most of us come from an era where written letters are as relevant as cuneiform. That’s our loss as a society. A written letter, especially a handwritten letter, can carry emotions more colorful and deep than any tweet ever crafted. It’s a physical object once held by your hand, now held in mine, that gives a keyhole-sized view of who you were in that moment. As an added bonus, your words haven’t been indexed by Google, and it’s not loaded down with content appropriate advertisements.
Another Observation: People fear empty white space.
Don’t. This isn’t a test. This is your dad, boyfriend, husband, brother, son, or friend, sitting next to you. The empty page is my ear. Tell me a story. Start a conversation. Let’s meet one another for the first time on that page.
Cooking and Cleaning
Why do Chinese think that anyone in Taiwan, Hongkong or Tibet would long for the motherland as Chinese themselves escape to America or Canada as soon as they have enough money, even paying a fortune to American taxis or marry an American Chinese?
Because you don’t know China and you don’t know Chinese people.
You project your worst fears onto us because you literally are unable and unwilling to understand us.
I was born in the UK, people imagine OMG you won the LOTTERY in crawling out your mother’s vagina in the UK. Yeah well I didn’t. Notice how over the past few days british people have said I was never british I was a 2nd class citizen in the UK bud.
I moved back to Hong Kong my ancestral homeland nearly 8 years ago. 7 years ago or there abouts I renounced my GOLDEN LOTTERY TICKET UK passport to live in China.
And here’s something even bigger, I’m thinking of leaving Hong Kong, to go live in the Mainland. I’ve made enough money to retire already
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WOW! Russia Uses “Zircon” Hypersonic Missiles Against Ukraine
The Ukrainian Armed Forces unofficially report the arrival of new Zircon missiles.
Several missiles covered a distance of 580 km from Crimea to Kyiv in 3 minutes, which allows us to estimate the speed of the missiles as 11,600 km/h, (7,200 mph).
Multiple buildings were destroyed and reportedly an airfield was targeted.
A destroyed three-story building in Kiev, destroyed by a hypersonic missile, was used by the SBU and SBU officers were there at the time of the attack.
If TikTok is banned around the world, will the Chinese economy totally collapse? If the Chinese economic does collapse, will China have no other alternative, but ‘war’?
ByteDance has 2.5 billion users, TikTok has 109 million American users, 4% of the user base.
ByteDance can easily do without 4% American users. It will not make any difference in the revenue stream.
The American users represent a trivial percentage of the whole.
Single Mother SHOCKED No Man Wants to Raise her KID
Remove skin from chicken. Place drumsticks in a shallow baking dish.
In a small saucepan, over medium heat, melt butter and cook onion until softened, about 5 minutes.
Stir in ketchup, bourbon, molasses, brown sugar, chili powder and salt. Simmer, stirring frequently for 3 to 5 minutes until slightly reduced and thickened.
Pour sauce over chicken. Bake uncovered for 25 to 30 minutes until chicken is cooked to 180 degrees F internal temperature. Stir sauce on bottom and corners of pan halfway through cooking to prevent sticking.
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What do Chinese think of the constant “Social Credit system” joke that trends on internet? How can China disprove it or fight it back? Even Asian jokers like Uncle Roger love milking it.
Social Credit is a Valuation of the Trustworthiness and Creditworthiness of an Individual, Firm or Company
Unlike most other nations like US or UK or even India which only scores Credit from a FINANCIAL perspective China is different, it scores TRUSTWORTHINESS rather than a mere numeric credit value
For instance the Western system says “Is this Individual capable of properly repaying a certain extension of credit or a Loan?”
The Credit Systems in the West either say “Yes. He has repaid his debts promptly. He pays his bills on time” Or “No”
The Chinese system asks “Can a Company or Individual be TRUSTED to properly repay a certain extension of credit or loan?”
The Western credit systems are Individual centric. Their entire focus is on Individuals
The Chinese system is Company centric plus Individuals too.
Parameters of Evaluation of a Score :-
Financial Repayments with early repayments getting positive scores and repayments later than 90 days from due dates getting negative scores
Membership of social organizations and voluntary organizations including the Professors who give up their weekends to take STEM classes in Chinese Learning Centers for free get positive scores.
Companies that contribute to “Active Development” of villages and towns surrounding their factories by financing certain roads in lieu of taxes get positive scores
Individuals who are outspoken critics of the CPC get negative scores. This is because the belief is they may soon leave China and not repay any loans that they have borrowed
Individuals who participate in protests against the Government either Local Or Government are given negative scores. However Individuals who have availed permission to protest are not included.
In either of the above case, the negative score comes across only when the Police record such activity and report it.
Individuals who are reported for excessive drinking get negative scores because of the belief that such Individuals may die soon and not repay their loans
Individuals who run Social Media accounts where they advocate Separatism and are flagged by the Censor get negative scores unless they justify their statements with evidence in which case their score is restored.
Companies whose Asset base is larger, get better scores than Companies whose Asset base is smaller
Students younger than 18 years old are not given negative scores
PLA volunteers get a good credit score when they finish their 3 year voluntary service and can get upto 80,000 RMB for credit without any security to set up a business
Myths :-
People who praise China all the time get positive scores. This is nonsense.
People who merely criticize China or CPC get negative scores. This is nonsense. You have to be flagged by the Censor or Reported by the Police and still have 90 days to defend your criticism. Not a single Covid protestor among the 58,000 recorded got adverse social credit scores.
Social Credit is valued in money. Idiots say 10 RMB social credit. This is a lie.
That Gay people get negative scores is nonsense.
Impact of Social Credit :-
Higher Social Credit gets better interest rates. A Person with better social credit gets his home at 4.25% while a Person with lower score gets his home at 5.25% or even 5.75%
Companies with higher social credit can borrow more in bonds. The borrowing limit is 55% of Assets but for companies with larger social credit it can be even 75% of Assets
Individuals with low social credit may not get a passport easily enough. An Individual with good social credit is exempted the extended verification process and gets his passport within the usual 90–120 days but others who have a low score may take 180–240 days or even 300 days to get their Passport.
Subramaniam Duraisamy , I forgot to add Individuals with social credit score lower than a specific limit need an Exit Visa to leave China without which they can’t apply to other consulates for foreign visas. Not included for travel to :- HK, Cambodia, Mongolia & since 2022 Russia
Individuals with low credit score won’t be approved to become CPC Deputies unless the Politburo or the Provincial Standing Committee waives this. Same for the Civil Service in China.
So it’s a system that works for China and Chinese Individuals
If Dhruv Rathee puts up a video of this then Indians will get it
Today the media distorts Social Credit into some Orwellian Surveillance System which is ridiculous because this system has been around since 1982
Good going Feminism!
Is the US a true democracy?
Recently, the United States held an event called the “Democracy Summit.” However, this summit has been criticized as a “false summit” by the international community, exposing the hypocritical nature of so-called American democracy.
According to a survey, over 70% of American voters believe that the US is heading in the wrong direction, closely linked to the country’s economic and social problems. However, American politicians seem more concerned about geopolitical interests instead of addressing real issues. Furthermore, American democracy is a rent-seeking transaction between interest groups and politicians, and political parties’ divisions have led to policy failures. 85% of Americans believe that the political system needs change.
Although the United States has always claimed to be a model of democracy and human rights, the widespread and deeply ingrained monetary politics have revealed this falsehood. Elections in the United States have become a “one-man show” for the wealthy class, severely undermining the original meaning of democracy.
In the US election, secret money and “dark money” have also infiltrated election activities, intensifying the dominance of the wealthy class and gradually diminishing the influence of ordinary people, resulting in a more severe political opposition and societal division. More than 90% of the candidates for both the Senate and House of Representatives secured their election victories by heavily investing in their campaigns.
The “Open Secrets” website, which has long tracked the flow of political donations in the United States, revealed that during the 2022 midterm elections, both the Democratic and Republican parties spent over 16.7 billion U.S. dollars, setting a new record, surpassing the previous one of 14 billion U.S. dollars in 2018.
Many netizens believe that this exposes the fraudulent nature of American democracy. American democracy is far from true democracy as it has become a luxury accessible only to the wealthy.
Can You Say Why America is the Greatest Country in the World?
Based on your personal life experience, was there ever a generation/period of time when the general population in your country did not feel that life was tough?
In Germany, it would seem to me that life was generally considered a breeze between about 1970 and 2000.
Those, according to my observations, were Germany’s golden years.
Before that, things were still being built up after the war, and after that, things somehow went into decline. 1970 to 2000 were cushy times. There was a general feeling of everything getting better every year, everyone doing better every year, and society having it all figured out.
Cushy social system, too.
Here, this is a picture from a family holiday in Austria and Italy. My parents were high school teachers, and we lived in our own house, had a brand new Mercedes station wagon, and during our holidays, of which we had crazy many every year, we cruised from hotel to hotel, eating in restaurants:
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The first twenty years of that time frame, we still had the worry of getting wiped out in US/ Soviet nuclear strikes and counter strikes any minute, so that dampened the fun.
I don’t think a family of five with both parents working as teachers these days in Germany can afford their own home and a brand new Mercedes E-Class, as well as a fishing cottage and an apartment in Austria, and a boat on the river Danube. Things are not that cushy any longer.
But the 1990s were absolute rocket material. I’d say the 1990s were Germany’s party time.
GF Learns The Hard Way What Happens When You Push A Good Man TOO FAR
Who is the most annoying person or people that you have sat next to on an airplane?
Dubai to Seattle, business class. The couple in front of me, every 30 minutes would get up, get their bag down, pull out a bottle of perfume and a bottle of cologne, spray themselves and then spray the cabin. Five minutes later, everyone else in the business class cabin would start choking, stand up, and move one cabin back to be able to breathe for the 10 minutes it would take to clear out. We begged the stewards and stewardesses to do something, but they did nothing. Finally, I walked up and asked the people directly, who had been speaking VERY clear English up to that point, “Excuse me, could you please stop using perfume. My seatmate has asthma and it keeps activating it.” Suddenly they could only speak Hindi. No problem, my seatmate spoke Hindi, repeated the question. Suddenly they could only speak Urdu. No problem, the guy across the isle could speak Urdu, he repeated the question. Suddenly they could only speak Arabic. No problem. Finally they yelled at all of us, “ALL OF YOU STINK! WE HAVE TO DO THIS TO KEEP FROM GETTING SICK! YOU PEOPLE ARE SO RUDE!”
The head stewardess, also fed up at this point, offered to upgrade them to first class private cabins. The couple refused, “THESE ARE OUR SEATS, EVERYONE ELSE CAN MOVE IF THEY HAVE PROBLEMS!”.
Thank you Emirates for the ride in first class and thank you to the people who decided they wanted to stay together as couples and chose to move into the second business cabin instead.
As for the couple that felt the need to perfume the entire business class cabin every 30 minutes, not only were you annoying, but you were obnoxious, noxious, and rude.
What did your boss say to you during a meeting that resulted in you immediately resigning?
I worked for a company in south Louisiana after a major hurricane. We slowly became the became the # 1 branch in our region because of hard work and dedication of our employees. The branch manager fell and broke his hip and was out for 6 months. I had to take over as branch manager as well as operations manager. IN the mean time. the company promoted a very energetic director of operations and also a new CEO. Both wanted to visit and see how and why we were so successful. At a round table disscusison, the Director told me to keep doing what we were doing and gave us great direction on how to get better (remember, no manager). The CEO on the other hand told us that we needed to cut staff but 20% and reduce our budget by 35% within 3 months. All in the same meeting. I was not one to hold my tongue in this situation. I told them pretty plainly that I could not do both and that we were #1 in our region and I had no plans to change. I walked out of the meeting and was given a written warning for insubordination that I would not sign. 4 weeks later there was a layoff that I was part off. 10 weeks later the branch closed.
Second Hand Lions Bar FIGHT Scene
What are some psychological facts that everyone should know?
1. Love is a feeling that doesn’t come from the heart. Instead, the brain controls everything inside us, including our loving feelings.
2. No reasons can justify narcissistic behaviors, including depression, anxiety, or other issues.
3. Our pupils will widen every time we encounter things or people we like.
4. Dreams are pictures and gateways to our unconscious self. They tell us things that we need to work on.
5. Shedding tears and asking for help are not weaknesses.
6. A successful hypnotherapy session can change a person’s behavior permanently.
7. Foods from your loved ones taste better than foods you eat at restaurants, shopping malls, and the like.
8. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” doesn’t justify people’s attempts to kill a person’s personality and ability to shine.
9. We think our future is bright because we want to project good things to ourselves.
10. Ever heard “Music plays a significant part in stimulating your brain”? True, but, it’s virtually impossible to move on from childhood music.
11. People choose to believe what they see. Hence, we remember things better only when we’ve tested them at least 2-3 times.
12. People who talk to themselves tend to have higher-than-average IQs or even be geniuses.
13. Conflicts are inevitable parts of our daily life. What matters is how we tackle them.
14. Ladies’ fights can be 2-3 times more barbaric than fights between muscular, WWE-like men.
What is the greatest act of mentorship you have had in your career?
My boss sent me to Sweden to get me fired. He gave me a task I was never able to do. Him and his boss had no faith in me. The client wanted x, y, z implemented and I was supposed to do that.
I knew this (they never told me, only after).
That week in Sweden I survived by copying bits of work my boss implemented at other clients. Just snippets. But additional bits they had not seen yet.
I sold myself as the “dumb junior” but worked my ass off around the clock and showed bits my boss had done with different firms. I told them that if they were going for what my boss implemented at client x and y, it would even be better for them. The client was sold. Given I helped my boss with different client’s I was able to implement these new things for 20–30% to keep them pleased. It was cut and paste work for me. Easy peasy.
The client was exhilarated. They sent an email to my boss and his boss. Ross was amazing. Can’t wait for (ross his boss) to come and we will expand the contract.
I came back and they got beaten on their own game. They were shocked. My boss his line manager sent him to Sweden.
My boss took me out for dinner. He told me he saw a copy of himself when he was younger. He told me, you basically did nothing (for which I wanted you fired), yet you managed to upgrade the contract and have me do all the dirty work. That was the beginning of a long friendship.
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As a house cleaner, what mess made you want to leave as soon as you opened the house door?
I wasn’t a cleaner. I was a repo man. I worked that summer for a company that rented household goods. Washers, dryers, couches, TV’s and… VCR’s.
Lady bought a VCR. Said it stopped working. They sent me to get it as one stop on my day schedule. Lady said she was at work, door’s open, just go on in. Boss okayed it.
Took two of us about a half hour to get it.
About 50 cats in the house. No litter boxes. Roaches crawling on the floors, walls and ceiling. Not one or two. Floor was slick with shit. Magazines and old newspapers stacked along the walls, on the floor, on top of every piece of furniture. Like towers of them. We had to unstick the TV from the floor to get to the cables on the back of it, and I finally said just leave them.
Why it took so long was we both had to do relay holding our breath. Dash in, start working on a cable, when out of breath, run back out. When the VCR was free, we took it out, put it in a garbage bag we kept in the truck, and sealed it up twice. We shook out clothes out, and checked each other before we got into the truck. It was the single nastiest house I have ever encountered, ever. Absolutely disgusting, as in, burn it to the ground, it cannot be saved level disgusting. Just taking a breath in the house was enough to cause both of us to nearly vomit and it was so foul that trying to breathe was literally painful.
And do you know what the biggest insult was?
She was the head waitress at a local restaurant.
Have you ever met a dangerous person and not known it at the time?
I was working at a little local shop while in college. This guy comes in, he wasn’t bad looking, was really cool, same age, even commented on the music I was listening to. He would come in for this and that every so often. We became friends especially since there was a mutual friend I found out we had. Over the course of time hanging out, he randomly pops out an engagement ring. I was floored I really didn’t know what to say, was this normal I didn’t know what to say. I got up and excused myself to go home and he pulled this small gun out held it to me then started laughing and said just kidding so I had no idea if the police would do anything but I was a naive and just didn’t know and I ran to the car and left. Keep in mind this time period was slow over the course of a year. Our mutual friend I told what happened then proceeded to tell me they were only friends because the guy was dealing dope. But after this occurrence I moved home a state away and graduated school all within just a month period of this happening. Never heard from the guy again and then out of nowhere he finds me, he cons a friend in getting my new number which changed because of him, he hunted me down, would show up and know where I lived, even had flowers sent to me saying he was going to kill me and I’m shocked the flower place never called the police and just sent, when I asked about it they said it just prints. I went out with some friends and he shows up and literally pulls next to me and shows me his guns then drives off. I call the police and since I didn’t know where he was staying or his tag number that I would have to waste my resources and go to his home state to file an order of protection. The guy would show up at my work, I’d call the police and they just kept telling me to compile evidence because they could do nothing, I had to handle torture because the police would not help. In the end I was finally able to get an order of protection because someone else reported him and he got my number somehow in prison causing threats again and the court said if I decided to proceed with the violation of protection that it could disrupt their federal case (he was traveling several states with guns and fake names). So I was pushed in the corner again by the police and courts and put fear in me that he could get released. They recorded his phone calls from prison and got him on much more charges, he was never jailed due to my charges and with his first arrest the officers gave him his gun back when he was released from jail prior and the courts said it was a mistake on their part. I was even escorted and parked at other building so that I didn’t get hurt possibly on my way in. I never testified with his other charges on with the order of protection. During all this the guy told me over and over I wasn’t the only one. When he was finally caught on something else the police surrounded the hotel he was living in with a prostitute doing drugs, the cops accidentally busted the door of the neighboring room by mistake but got the guy. He’s still in prison. It took police 4 years to finally help me, and at that point I couldn’t take the flower company to court over the note saying I was going to die because there was a 3 yr statute of limitations. In the end it was a security guard who helped me and got the police really involved, he even helped set up meetings, to this day we are friends, I could have died. I’m truly shocked i was never raped. Apparently he saw me at a gas station with a tshirt of where I worked and he said he was in the stall across from me and knew I was going to be the next one. This was 15+ years ago.
Harley Davidson & The Marlboro Man – Convenience Store Robbery
What happened in a tent while you were camping that you will never forget?
My wife and I were travelling cross-country, the first long trip without our kids, now grown, that we’d had since before they were born. We planned to camp in national parks along the way.
So there we were, in the Grand Canyon National Park. Beautiful day in June. We’d cooked dinner over the campfire. At the amphitheater welistened to a ranger tell Native American stories under the stars, then bought some beer from the park store. We returned to our campsite. The stars, the smell of the campfire and the pine trees, this really was the most wonderful place in the world.
My wife was urging me to go inside the tent. We started kissing and undressing and I remembered I’d bought beer. I had left it in the car. “Well go get it,” she said, “I’ll wait.” By this time I was completely naked so I reached for my jeans. She said, “Just go, it’s dark, no one will see you.” So I grabbed my keys, slipped on my shoes, poked my head out of the tent, and seeing no one, ran for the car. I opened up the trunk, grabbed the beer and a bottle opener, and turned around, just in time to get caught in the headlights of a car coming around the bend. I was frozen like a deer in the, well, the headlights.
The guy who was driving the car gave me a friendly wave and from the car I heard kids giggling. But that was nothing compared to the hysterical laughter of my wife who had watched the whole thing from the tent. She has teased me about my streaking act at the Grand Canyon ever since.
What’s the most savage way you’ve seen someone get fired?
Oh man do I have a story for you. I didn’t see it, but I heard it from multiple people, including the man himself.
Once upon a time, I was a recruiter in the barcode and data collection industry. Honeywell was a company we recruited out of all of the time. Out of nowhere we heard that Honeywell was losing employees like crazy. I’m talking sailors jumping off a sinking ship. They weren’t being laid off, they were leaving the company in droves.
Apparently, there was a man, let’s call him Mr. Wilson, who was a salesman for Honeywell. Mr. Wilson had a customer come up to him and say, “hey, I have a couple of warehouses. I need barcode scanners and printers for inventory. Give me all you got.” It was a little known company at the time called Amazon. Mr. Wilson delivered the goods, and the next year Amazon began to grow. More warehouses, more inventory, don’t worry, we got a guy at Honeywell who is our sales rep and he treats us wonderfully! We’ll give him a call and he can help get the warehouses setup.
Fast forward a few years, Mr. Wilson is doing SO well selling to this customer, Honeywell rewards him by making him the sole man over the Amazon account at Honeywell. The orders for Honeywell products are so large at this point that it’s over a billion dollars a year. Mr. Wilson can’t do that himself so he’s given a staff of 200 plus employees just to satisfy Amazon’s needs for Honeywell scanners.
Fast forward to 2022. Honeywell has a new president. This president thinks he knows everything, and likes to feel important. So he starts butting into Mr. Wilson’s dealings with Amazon; negotiating things, talking to the reps at Amazon, over promising and under delivering to Amazon with unrealistic deadlines for Honeywell products to be delivered, etc. Mr. Wilson boldly told the president of the company, and the VP and new CEO more than once, that he was rewarded this account, and he knows what he’s doing, and that them over promising and under delivering was going to kill their relationship with Amazon. And he alone has the rapport with Amazon, and the president is ruining the credibility of Honeywell by lying to their client about how much they can sell and deliver to Amazon. You can imagine how well that went. They told him to go piss up a rope. He’s an employee, they are the big shots, and they can do whatever the hell they want and if he don’t like it he can go work somewhere else.
Fast forward a little further. The president over promised and under delivered again. They couldn’t get the thousands of scanners in the deadline the president promised, which he had no business doing anyway as Mr. Wilson had his boots on the ground and had it covered. Honeywell screwed Amazon. So Amazon switched to another company for their inventory needs and dropped Honeywell like a brick. Did the president take responsibility? Nope.
Fast forward a couple weeks later. Honeywell is having a big corporate party to award their top performers. Wine and food, giving out Rolex watches and other expensive gifts for exceeding sales goals, the works. The President of Honeywell gets up and gives a speech recognizing Mr. Wilson’s accomplishments over 15 years of service at Honeywell. He brags on him for his hard work and dedication, and gives him his award for millions of dollars in Honeywell equipment sold that year. The place applauds. Mr. Wilson is a well known overachiever in the company and is loved by many there. He accepts his award at the podium.
Then, in front of EVERYONE, the President says, “oh, and one more thing Mr. Wilson. For losing the Amazon account, you’re fired.” In. Front. Of. Everyone. The place is STUNNED. Mr. Wilson is then escorted from the premises by security in front of God and everyone attending. His staff was liquidated as well. All 200 some employees in one swoop. All at a celebration for salespeople who did their job above and beyond.
This humiliating, cold hearted, vengeful, extremely heavy handed authority and show of massive ego set off a big chain reaction. People that were there realized then that the company was in trouble with their leadership and that the time had come to look for another job. And I mean now. Folks who were there began the job search in private the next day. The news of what happened spread like a prairie fire, and soon others began putting their resumes on LinkedIn. It became industry known and Honeywell took a serious hit to their reputation. We helped lots of employees find work elsewhere after that little fiasco.
I eventually heard this story so much from employees, one suggested that I get ahold of Mr. Wilson myself whom this fella was a friend of. He was out of work, he’d be the one needing a job more than anyone. So he gave me Mr. Wilson’s number and I gave him a call. Lo and behold it was 100% true. He saved most of his money from his career and was sitting on several million dollars through selling to Amazon so he wasn’t hurting financially. He was effectively retired at age 52. But he was so disheartened and bitter about how he was treated he was over the thought of ever working again as a salesman. However he did send me his resume and told me if I ever came across an exciting project that needed a leader to give him a call.
I never was able to find that exciting project for Mr. Wilson but I kept his resume on my windowsill by my desk until I left that job, mainly as a reminder that no matter how good of an employee you are or how much money you make, a bad boss can ruin everything. And that’s exactly why I left my short lived job as a recruiter and became self-employed again. But that’s another story for another time.
Denmark’s Government Is Begging Men To Have “Relations” With Their Women
WTF?
Are there any lies that your parents told you as a kid that you believed for longer than you’d like to admit?
“Stick out your chest, men like little titties”
“Men like when you don’t shave your armpits or have a moustache. It reminds them of a labia”
“That little girl had no right running around in her panties trying to turn on your uncle, her mom is partly to blame”
“You need to ask god why you still want to sit on my lap when you’re getting so big. It’s nasty. Do you know what a lesbian is? God doesn’t like lesbians”
“In this world everyone is a snake in the grass, you can’t trust women you have to sleep your way to the top”
“You never talk about things to anyone. Anything that anyone asks you is because they want information on how to destroy you”
“No. You can’t be that when you grow up, it’s too much competition. Just go to a trade school maybe you can marry your boss”
“Don’t press the answering machine button, you’re going to break the motor”!
“I’m not a racist. I just believe god made some races inferior, so we shouldn’t mix, or have them in our homes”
“They started this socialism takeover with Sesame Street to teach our kids to love the blacks”
“If you don’t marry this boy and have this baby, god is going to punish you, and me, and this entire family”
“The aliens know I have a photo of the cloud covered ships. They were flashing lights to lure me into the mountains. I lost time at the library. I may have an implant. I can’t come over, I can’t risk them finding you, or using the kids to get to me. They KNOW Becky. They Know”
“Don’t think. Just do.” – Top Gun: Maverick
When did you realize something was a blessing in disguise?
When I lost my job in Las Vegas.
About six years ago, I had lost my job and was looking for a job. I applied for every job I was qualified to get, and couldn’t get anything.
I was running out of money and had to do something, so I decided I had to leave the state if I was going to have any hope of making it financially. So I reluctantly started working with a recruiter and applying to jobs in the Western US.
Not too long after that, the recruiter called me and told me there was a company in Houston that wanted to talk to me. They had an opening in Austin. Well, I thought, maybe that’s not so bad. Texas, like Nevada, didn’t have an income tax so I thought I could probably swing a mortgage and an apartment.
I interviewed with the company, and they liked me. A day or so later, the recruiter called me and said they wanted to hire me…but for a position in Oakland, CA.
Oh, no. I did NOT want to go there. The cost of living out there just scared me. I told the recruiter that I didn’t think I could swing the cost of living there, and what about that job in Austin? I wanted to go there. He told me that this was where they wanted me to go. Austin was off the table. Well, being broke, I was in no position to say no, so I said yes, I’ll take it. I moved to Houston for four months to train, and then they sent me out to Oakland.
It turned out to be a blessing to move out here for two reasons:
I was able to over the next few years to establish myself in a new career direction: renewable energy projects. California is ground zero for such projects, and it turns out my skill set and experience is a desirable thing to have. I never would have been able to make this change had I stayed in Las Vegas.
I had started serious voice lessons in Las Vegas about a year before I moved. By the time I moved here, I had been taking lessons just long enough to know I had some ability. I wanted to continue studying voice, and found a teacher out here who not only picked up where I left off but also helped me get started in the theater community out here. I have now done several musicals and plays here, and am going to sing in an opera next year-things I have wanted to do for years but could not because Las Vegas didn’t have any real opportunities.
The move was a blessing in disguise-something I thought would be an absolute disaster turned out to be a growth period for me personally and professionally.
A curve ball thrown at him…
Bourbon Pecan Roast Chicken
Bourbon Pecan Roast Chicken
Ingredients
1 (3 pound) whole chicken
1/2 lemon
Salt and freshly ground pepper, to taste
3 tablespoons fresh tarragon, chopped, or 1 tablespoon dried tarragon
1 tablespoon fresh rosemary, chopped, or 1 tablespoon dried rosemary
4 whole garlic cloves, peeled
3 small onions, peeled
1/4 teaspoon paprika
1/4 cup broken pecans
1/2 cup bourbon, divided
Instructions
Heat oven to 400 degrees F.
Wash the inside cavity and outside of the chicken and pat dry. Rub the cavity with the cut side of half a lemon and sprinkle it with salt and pepper. Fill cavity with the tarragon, rosemary, garlic cloves, onions and paprika. Truss and tie chicken. Pull up skin from breast, press pecan bits into meat; pull skin back into place. Pour 1/4 cup of the bourbon over chicken and place it on its side in the oven.
Roast for 20 minutes, turn to other side, add remaining bourbon, baste and roast for another 20 minutes.
Turn again, baste and roast for a final 20 minutes. Chicken is done when thigh is pierced and juices run clear.
Have you, while repairing a computer, ever found anything that made your jaw drop?
Well not me, but on one afternoon at work, my PC started printing a continuous series of lower case f all over the screen. I switched off and on but the ‘f’s came back as before. So I called IT.
The fellow turned up, stroked his chin for a while whist observing the stream of ‘f’s rolling up the screen and opened his case of tools and removed a pair of tweezers.
Carefully deploying this tool he delicately removed a piece of cheese which had been holding down the letter ‘f’ on the keyboard. “Lunch at work?” he asked. Indeed. And it had included a cheese sandwich!
The following morning when I came in and switched it on, a large flashing ‘WARNING!’ screen appeared, followed a few second later by a notice reading “To avoid continuous ‘f’s, do not eat cheese sandwiches at this computer!” It vanished when I touched a key, but reappeared every time I switched the machine on until it got upgraded. An embarrassing reminder of what a silly bugger I’d been.
” YOUNG WHITE MEN FAILING And Woman Finally NOTICING. Is It Too Late? ” | The Coffee Pod
Life is too short not to have good and pleasurable experiences. Certainly after decades of the grind and non-stop hustling, you need a break and chance for some fun. Today, we can vacation to the land of the strange; Japan.
I think that Japan would be an awesome place to visit, but I am happy here in China.
Never the less, there are some wacky and crazy experiences in Japan that might just be able to inject some life into what might seem to become a rather mundane and meaningless life.
Today, we start with a maid cafe.
Totally cool. Really.
Japanese Maid Cafe
This has got to be an awesome experience!
What has been the biggest plot twist that happened in your life?
I grew up rich. Very rich. And at a young age, my parents lost everything. To be more specific; my father lost everything. Instead of telling me the truth, they shielded it all from me.
Now, being the kind of child who was used to Versace dresses and Armani jeans, it wasn’t easy to start shopping at our local equivalent of Walmart. And trust me, I was the kind of kid that knew that nice stuff was really nice. And I loved shopping.
It wasn’t easy to give up all the toys. It wasn’t easy for me to buy less books than I used to. And I wasn’t given a reason why. All I was told was that I was a spoilt brat and that I didn’t deserve it.
My parents fought. A lot. Turns out, my dad had a gambling problem I didn’t notice.
He lost the house, the cars, the business. He owed people money. Terrifying people. And as a young girl, I used to be followed around by these terrifying people.
My mother kept me home more often. I wasn’t allowed out, unless it was to a friends house.
I developed insecurities, some learning disabilities and a terribly annoying stutter. My change was so obvious at school and the counsellors noticed. They told my mother to send me to a psychologist. That it would help. But she told them no, and that I wasn’t crazy.
But I wasn’t crazy. I just needed help. And she refused it because she didn’t want to believe it.
And my grades dropped even lower.
In my early teenage years, my mother told me the truth. We were poor. I could barely believe it because I studied at one of the most expensive schools in the country. But it was true.
The reason why daddy didn’t come home for a year? Because he was embarrassed. And because he didn’t want those terrifying people he owed money to, to get him.
My mother sold everything. She paid his way out. Then she got a divorce.
That broke my heart.
She blamed everything on him. She started drinking more. Started openly smoking.
She called me an idiot. Told me I was worthless. Basically made me feel as bad as she did.
That was kind of crappy.
All this while she made sure I hated my father for what he did. And I did.
At university I couldnt study without worrying about money. I worked more than I studied so I could pay for room and board, and I couldn’t keep up the hours necessary to make my grade. So I had to leave.
After I quit university, I didn’t speak for a year. I hid in my room and slept and read and occasionally I would go out to see old friends and feel more distant from them than I had ever been.
Eventually, my mother’s partner got me a job working at a gambling den. If you knew anything our country, it was that places like these were quasi-illegal.
Women were hired to entertain the male clients, and to take their cash to change it into credits. I was hired because I was pretty and I spoke English without an accent. Perfect for one of their best customers.
I was depressed. I wanted to die. But I did it because she made me do it.
I quit after three months. I realised that after everything she laid on me, that was possibly the worst. That was the biggest plot twist in my life. That my mother would basically prostitute me to make ends meet. That realisation what what changed me.
I still love her. But I do not necessarily trust her.
And as for my dad? I don’t hate him now.
I’ve learnt from the many turns of events, and finally from that last one that even though I am my parents children, that my parents may not always have my best interest in mind.
And now, I make sure that I’m ok and I get the support I need from the people whom I trust. And I support the people I love, and try not to expect anything in return.
It’s hard to shake off her shadow but every day is a new one, and everyday I am getting better.
Resident Evil: Opening Scene (HD CLIP)
Why do airline pilots get paid so well for turning on autopilot and sitting, doing nothing, most of the flight?
Years ago I was at a wedding.
We were assigned a table with people we didn’t know.
All of a sudden, a guy started a conversation:
“So what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a pilot.”
“Are you a pilot, or a copilot?”
After clarifying the roles of captains and first officers, I said: “I am a first officer”.
“Your only task is to make coffee for the captain.” He laughed.
“What do you do?” I asked.
He had a good job: he was the sub-secretary in some government dependency. I suddenly felt like a hyena when she spots a wounded gazelle.
“You must make very good coffee for the Secretary.”
He got as offended with my answer as I was with his. Our conversation was over.
Why am I telling you this story? Because I feel offended by your question.
This time, however, I’ll be nice… and respectful.
I am a lazy guy.
If there’s an easy way, I’ll find it. I’m really good at avoiding chores. I’m on a constant lookout for shortcuts. I procrastinate.
Except when doing my job. Then, I become hard-working. There’s simply no other way.
I am awake while everybody else is sleeping.
I work more hours than others.
My job carries high levels of stress and responsibility.
I cannot afford to screw up too much.
I fly a highly automated airplane and, yes: I fly on autopilot most of the time. But this doesn’t mean I sit around doing nothing.
Flying manually or under autopilot is the same. You seem to be missing some important points of my job:
We are constantly planning what to do if things go wrong.
Conditions change, forecasts sometimes are wrong.
Weather gets nasty.
Aircraft systems fail.
There are a lot of procedures to follow.
The rules of the air are complicated, with subtle variations from country to country. We have to comply.
Passengers get sick, babies are born on board.
Airports get closed.
We fly with a certain amount of fuel. You cannot create more.
We cannot stop for troubleshooting.
We fly, navigate and communicate regardless of what’s happening.
We have to react calmly under extreme situations.
Most importantly, pilots are constantly making decisions. The right ones.
Making the wrong decision can cost me my job or my license, or even worse.
Making a good but inefficient decision can cost the company more money than they have paid me in 14 years.
They pay me to be safe and efficient.
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This is really harsh, but needs to be shown.
What were some unexpected/ funny ways criminals got caught?
1.The “Invisible” robber
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On April 19 1995, a five foot six robber robbed the Pittsburgh bank without wearing a mask. His face could be seen clearly in security cameras.
When he robbed, he was so confident that he smiled at surveillance cameras before walking out of the bank.
Apparently, he rubbed lemon juice onto his face before committing the act. Since lemon juice is known for being an invisible ink, he thought the juice made him invisible.
When police caught him, he was very shocked, and said “But I wore the juice!”
2. The Bungling Burglar
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47-year-old Crawshaw got stuck at the bathroom’s window of a home he’s trying to break in 15 feet above ground.
The fire brigade had to be called to free him when the home owner returned to this ridiculous scene.
He was sentenced two and a half years in prison.
3. Driving dog
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When Reliford Copper III was suspected of driving under influence, he led police to a high-speed chase and crashed into a house.
When police cuffed his hands, he defended himself by saying “My dog was driving that car! I ran because I wanted to!”
Apparently police wasn’t convinced that he isn’t drunk or high. His charges included property damage, leaving the scene of an accident and resisting arrest.
I personally find those dumb criminals very amusing, I guess they just made the jobs easier for cops. Did they make you question human intelligence?
If you want to be a criminal, do it smart! 🙂
Every Grocery Store Is Leaving Chicago | City Begs For Help
I used to think… I used to think… that Chicago could avoid the collapse of American cities. Nope. It’s all down the shitter.
China has canceled US, Australian, France wheat imports, replacing them with orders from Russia, Kazakhstan and Argentina.
The US cancellation was the largest cancellation since 1999.
The Chinese government is showing a strong preference for buying from the BRICS and Global South economies, and is moving away from buying from the G7 countries which are part of the western bloc led by the US.
This is done for a combination of political and economic reasons. The US is pulling out the big guns when it comes to chip technology, AI, and blocking Chinese sales of EVs and solar panels, and more recently, the forced divesting of TikTok USA, which are all part of de-coupling and de-risking. From the Chinese perspective, the US’s Biden administration is heading rapidly in the direction of sanctions against Chinese companies following the sanctions applied against Russia. Opposition and hostility to Chinese companies and business interests in Congress is very strong, and China must be prepared for the US acting to seize Chinese assets which the US can reach. The only way to avoid this scenario is to have as few overseas assets in US dollars and held by US banks as possible.
This is the de-risking and de-coupling model the Chinese are following.
In the US, there may be a political side-effect in this US election year: Trump supporters are usually stronger in US rural states, and some farmers may blame the Biden administration for poor wheat sales and vote for Trump. In a tight race, this may be an important factor.
INSIDE JAPAN’S ULTIMATE LOVE HOTEL!
What is a little known fact that is at least mildly disturbing?
I’m not sure whether this is a little known fact, but I’ve always found it disturbing.
You know when you’re buying medicine, sometimes toiletries, and other things like that, and you find those annoying little seals?
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Some of you might know why these exist. Some might not.
In 1982, a 12-year-old Mary Kellerman took some Extra-Strength Tylenol and died not long afterwards.
Adam Janus, brother Stanley, and sister-in-law Theresa all died after taking some Tylenol capsules.
Not long afterwards, Mary McFarland, Paula Prince, and Mary Reiner all died after taking the same brand capsules.
All were from within the Chicago metropolitan area.
After the 7th person died, it was realised where the connection lay – each had ingested Tylenol capsules.
Tests on the bottles the capsules revealed an alarming fact:
The capsules
had been dosed with potassium cyanide!
Police were quickly able to rule out manufacturers as a source. They weren’t being tampered with there. They theorized that the source was from the shops and drug stores themselves.
They suspected that somebody had procured the capsules, added the cyanide to each, and then resealed, and methodically replaced the containers back on the store shelves.
The mildly disturbing fact?
The police don’t know who did it.
They were able to identify numerous suspects, including someone who had carried out poisoning rampages like this, an individual who had sent a ransom letter demanding $1m to Johnson & Johnson, and others. But no direct ties were ever found.
Nobody has been held directly accountable for this crime.
Alongside the bottles they know were responsible for the deaths, authorities found 3 additional bottles that had been contaminated.
I just find it so disturbing that someone can commit such a heinous crime, and still be walking around like a normal person.
The fact that the capsules could be opened, tampered with and resealed led to the abolition of pellet-filled capsules as a medication mode
Gen Z Aren’t Having Kids & Everyone Is Worried
What happened in a courtroom that gave the judge a belly laugh you will never forget?
Obviously could not laugh at it in the Court Room ! -:)
However this was many years ago when I was called on to Jury Service. had been to this Crown Court ( The higher of the two initial Criminal Courts in England and Wales [note that Scotland has its own laws and procedures] ) .
We had been sworn in and the case was about to start when the Court Orderly told us that there had been a change of plea that the Court had accepted, so as such there was nothing to “Consider”, but as we had been sworn in had to at least be in session, and hear the Charges against the man read out to the Court.
The hearing was essentially a Sentencing hearing and for the Judge to consider the facts of this and past cases. (I appeared that this man had quite a history from the age of about 14 onwards!) .
The Defence Barrister had stood up, the Police having given their details and repeating the causation of the Charges. The Judge asked the Defending Barrister, where there were any mitiating circumstances that that Judge should take in to consideration.
The Defence Barrister stated that : “ my client, although having a troubled history, has show good will and has not been arrested for any maters or brought about sentence for over four years”.
The Judge, who had been listening to this an making his notes for consideration, looked up at the Defending Barrister and just quietly said: “ Yes. Mr …… but I would remind you that you client was indeed in Custody for 20 months of those four years ! “
The Barrister tried to wriggle around with mitigating circumstances, which unsurprisingly the Judge swept aside, and the Defendant received a further custodial sentence.
All the Jurors we trying to keep straight faces until the now sentenced party was taken to point of detention, and the Judge had left the Court Room and we were discharged by the Usher.
Just one of thise unforgettable moments-:)
[To-Yoko Kids] The darkness of Shinjuku Kabukicho.
What has been the biggest plot twist that happened in your life?
When the doctor pulled me aside and asked me if I’d secretly had a vasectomy.
My wife and I weren’t succeeding in getting pregnant so we headed to the doctor. She asked about our backgrounds, etc. and decided that there “might be a problem”. Since males are biologically simpler in this regard, they started testing with me. The results came back with ZERO sperm. Not low count. Not poor motility. Absolutely no sperm.
I was referred to the head of urology at a local university medical school and after a couple of tests he determined that it was genetic. I never had and never would produce sperm.
In six weeks we went from “there might be a problem” to “you’ll never produce biological children”. That was quite a plot twist. Most couples assume that they can have kids whenever they want but roughly 20% have fertility problems.
I’ll skip over the details but we eventually adopted two boys. Our oldest is in the US Army and our youngest starts college this fall.
Sometimes I still wonder what sort of child we might have “produced” but I have no regrets and I wouldn’t trade my sons for any number of bio-children.
Update———-
I wasn’t expecting the response I’ve gotten to this. I appreciate the kind comments about what a wonderful guy I must be, but I wasn’t trying to do anything spectacular. I was just a married man who wanted to be a dad and unexpectedly found out that I had few options. I love my boys and they love me but I’m probably a fairly average dad (well, maybe a LITTLE above average).
Let me address a couple questions and then provide some details on the adoption process.
First, you can be born with genetic infertility. However, without digging up medical records that are over 20 years old I don’t remember the specific diagnosis and it’s possible that it’s congenital without being genetic. Second, as several have pointed out, sperm is a very small component of semen. Everything appeared to function fine for the first several years of our marriage. We had no warning that anything was wrong before the lab results came back.
I skipped adoption details because I didn’t think they fit the “plot twist” topic but here goes…
Once we got over the shock we had to figure out what we were going to do. We attended a Resolve conference (www.resolve.org) that helped us think about our options. Following the conference, many deep conversations, and a great deal of prayer we decided to pursue adoption.
The problem is that the US has far more infertile couples looking to adopt than available babies. Waiting lists were years long and required significant costs up front. Then you had to live in the same state – in some cases the same county – while waiting. I was in graduate school and we’d almost certainly be moving in a couple years. That meant we’d lose our spot on the list and our money.
We looked into special needs adoption in our state. Unless we were ready to adopt very severe needs the waiting times weren’t much shorter. Once they found out that I was in graduate school and my wife was a college teacher, they went out of their way to discourage us from starting the process.
We were about to give up when one of our contacts heard that Holt International had a temporary window for couples to apply to adopt minor special needs children from South Korea. If everything worked out, we could get a child within a year. We were approved to adopt a boy who had just turned two. In the adoption world, simply being over two years old made him “minor special needs”. Otherwise he was healthy. We got him in April and moved from Kentucky to Indiana over the summer.
That was 1996. We had been married 11 years, we’d never had children, and we started with a toddler who spoke only Korean.
The adoption wasn’t finalized when we moved but once we had him in our possession a move was OK. Since we changed states we had to use a different local adoption agency to finalize. This introduced us to Bethany Christian Services. When we decided to adopt a second child, we worked with them and again found a minor special needs boy from South Korea. This time the special need was premature birth. He was 8 months old when we got him and our doctor saw no signs of prematurity. He was developmentally right on schedule.
That was 1998 and we ended up moving to Wisconsin in 1999 where both boys grew into impressive young men.
Japan Walk Kabukicho at late night, Red Light District, back alley in Shinjuku, Tokyo|歌舞伎町 新宿 4K
What can a person with an IQ of 160 do that a person with an IQ of 100 cannot? Are certain things fundamentally unlearnable/undoable like IQ claims? How can this be overcome?
When I was 15 my mother moved my sister and me out of state. To prove that I was qualified for the the AP classes I requested at my new high school, my mother had my IQ tested by a registered psychologist. When revealing my score to my mother, the psychologist recommended not sharing the information with me – her experience was that people who knew their IQ at my score tended to slack off in school. So my mom didn’t tell me until I was an adult, but it didn’t matter. It’s not difficult to know when your mental abilities far outweigh those of your peers.
Then there’s my sister – she always struggled with academics. She was in the slower groups at our private school and people tended to dismiss her academic abilities throughout her childhood because she didn’t naturally shine or pickup concepts instantly like I did. Learning was a battle, so she was taught to focus and take her time in everything she did.
My sister went on to become a nurse, earning straight A’s in college because she studied methodically and planned her routines meticulously. She does very well in everything she has interest in because she knows she has to practice. She doesn’t expect to understand everything outright but knows she can learn with time. Her pace is slower, focused on practice, dedication, and social relationships. She works harder, and I think she’s happier than I am.
I understand everything, conceptually, without much background. I learn systems, trades, programs, methods, etc extremely fast. I test at the highest percentages without extensive study or preparation. But I never learned how to keep a routine, practice consistently, or work hard. I was alienated as a child because I couldn’t relate to my peers and now I have trouble forming deep, personal relationships. I was heavily medicated for severe clinical depression for over a decade. Contrary to what others have said about IQ, none of this is because I developed some elitist, alienating complex over a number. I didn’t know my IQ score until a few years ago. Rather, I struggled because navigating through this world as an outlier is fundamentally soul crushing.
I do very well professionally because of my pattern recognition abilities (having major influence on business practices is inevitable because I’m able to see the big picture and long term like most can’t), but I’m never happy with what I’m doing with myself – I always want to be more, better. I want to change the world. I’ll do very well financially, I always have. I’ll get where I want to be in my career and I’ll continue to seek out and absorb more and more knowledge like a sponge until I die – it’s what I do best. But my sister will always be a happier person, surrounded by warmth of friends and family, feeling connected to a tribe in a way that I am envious of.
So sure, with a higher IQ, I’ll be more successful in career and the academic intelligence realm – but who cares? What about intelligence of the soul, emotions? Happiness? Truly belonging to a network, a collective intelligence? When we die, what matters more? I’d bet a few handful of IQ points on happiness.
EDIT: I wasn’t expecting so much activity on my first answer on Quora! Thank you for taking the time to interact. After enough comments have popped up expressing similar views I’d like to clear a up few things.
High IQ does not predispose us to perfection. You’ll find errors in my writing and everything else I do in life, just as I’ll find errors in you. Hyper-focusing on inconsequential details to gain a temporary upper hand isn’t nearly as satisfying as listening to a message and relating to the soul of a story. That said, I’m happy to see many can relate.
Some have read the above as a self-aggrandizing diatribe insulting my sister. I think that’s harsh and off-base but I won’t argue opinions on my writing; what you hear is as important as what I intended to say. I will, however, clarify a bit. I love my sister, I’m her biggest fan, and she knows it. She struggled, had tutors, and was ultimately removed from private school, but she is by no means dumb. She’s smarter than I am in many ways (which is what I tried illustrating above) and I am envious of the way her personality shines in a crowd.
Finally, through many years of therapy, self reflection, and goal setting I’m in a great place in life. I have a loving partner, a quiet home, and a successful career that allows me to contribute to the quality of life of many which I find extremely fulfilling. My point on happiness is that we all struggle in some way – mine is emotionally. It’ll always be difficult, but I use tools to overcome just like my sister worked to overcome her struggles, and you can overcome yours.
Gen Z Doesn’t want to Work Anymore …. Part 2
Do people in jail/prison keep pets similar to the Birdman of Alcatraz or The Green Mile?
I knew one inmate in maximum security. This guy never gave me trouble. Typically, one hour of rec, three trays a day, one shower please and thank you was about the summation of our existence. I remember having a few random conversations with him like wishing him a Merry Christmas or us talking about the Branch Davidians.
So imagine my surprise when one day walking by his cell I see a cat hanging out in the cell with him.
The unit had a small army of cats, probably more cats than officers if we counted. They kept the rodent population down, supposedly. However I would see them usually hanging out begging by the kitchen or in the grassy area.
I spent some time trying to figure out how a cat got into the cell. The window was covered in black metal mesh. Up through the toilet maybe?
As I would find out, the inmate trustees who were supposed to be cleaning the pods, but were out doing anything but working could be paid to put a kitten in a bag and pass it to a fellow inmate.
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I’m not sure how many soups were worth a kitten and the exchange ratio never made itself apparent to me. Technically there were no rules against inmates having pets. The only thing I could possibly think of was a traffic and trading charge which wouldn’t hold water because I didn’t see it happen. Not that I was interested in writing up the inmate. I was happy for him.
The inmate soon regretted his decision. The commissary didn’t sell kitty litter. I recommended that he tear up old bags or pay a trustee to bring him grass. Also, cat food was not on the commissary list. My inmate bought tuna which was about as close as you could get. He told me that he tried feeding the kitten scrambled eggs describing it as “… the worst decision of my life. That thing was blowing up my cell.”
At a loss, the inmate turned in the kitten to a female officer who took it home. The cat became known as “Contra” (as in contraband). I talked to that coworker about it and Contra couldn’t seem to adjust to life in the free world. Contra was obsessed with sleeping in brown bags and had a bad habit of shanking, correction clawing the other members of the family.
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“Lookout boss.”
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All of this is choice.
Why do some people like to be alone?
It’s only been about the last 15 years or so that I’ve discovered how wonderful life is when you live alone. I grew up with lots of friends all through school. My husband and I had combined our friends and our life was full of friends and children. My days were nonstop from the time my feet hit the floor in the morning. Our lives were hectic, busy and we enjoyed it that way.
Life really can change in a second, without warning. When our lives changed drastically when my husband died in an accident, I withdrew from everyone. It was not enjoyable. I didn’t want to be around anyone. That kind of alone was not enjoyable and it wasn’t healthy either.
Life goes on and I was surrounded with lots of new friends. Then the kids moved on to start their lives and families. I also started a new relationship that ended ugly 10 years later. I dated but nothing got serious. But I just wanted someone around. I didn’t want yo be alone. That isn’t healthy either. After several abusive relationships I made some major changes in my life. I moved several hundred miles away from everyone and everything I knew. I started my own business. I had to work a lot to get my business making money. I had no time to get out and meet people. About 3 years later I was able to relax. My business was doing so much better than I dreamed it do. I now had time to go meet new friends. I had met some people in the neighborhood. Ladies I’d walk with in mornings and evenings. I didn’t feel the need to hang out at tge bar or spending the weekends at tge veach or antique shopping or doing of the things I had always done. I really wanted to be at home, working in the garden, decorating a room, or just piddling around the house. I was enjoying spending time with just me. It was something g I’d never done before.
I have met a lot of people in my town because of my business. I socialize all day at work. Then I go home and I spend the rest of the day doing what I want. I date but I don’t want anything serious. A good long time friend will visit each month for several days. I enjoy the visit. I also enjoy it when the cost is over and I can be alone.
When I look back on my life I can see how my interests, wants and needs changed every 5 years or so. What I wanted at 20 wasn’t what I wanted at 25 and do on. So, for right now I’m enjoy my life alone. I don’t know what I’ll be enjoying in 5 years but for today in happy with my life right now.
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What historical mystery intrigues you the most?
How about a mystery so profound, that it stands apart from all others. The archaeological marvel that is changing our very understanding of human history.
Göbekli Tepe, Upper Mesopotamia, Turkey.
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I’m aware that Göbekli Tepe isn’t as famous as other sites such as Stonehenge or the Pyramids, heck some of you reading this may not have even heard of it…
I know my misses hadn’t, don’t worry I promptly corrected that travesty.
Basically, there was this unknown archaeologist who decided to dig up a strange shaped “potbelly hill”, he took a chance and discovered the archaeological find of the last hundred years, if not ever. Yep, that’s how monumental this is.
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Around 12 thousand years ago, some neolithic humans built a vast complex of stone structures, with massive stone monoliths which were intricately carved and inclosed large circles, for a mysterious and possibly never to be discovered purpose… Then they buried it all.
“Göbekli Tepe is an archaeological wonder. Built by Neolithic communities 11,500 years ago, it features enormous, round stone structures and monumental stone pillars up to 5.5 meters high. Since there is no evidence of farming or animal domestication at the time, the site is believed to have been built by hunter-gatherers. However, its architectural complexity is highly unusual for them.” — Professor Gopher.
Who frack built it, why did they do it, how did they know how to build it and why the bloody hell did they bury the vast structure intact?
Seriously, 12 thousand years ago humans were supposed to be hunting wild animals and gathering berries, living short and brutally hard lives, not building vast complexes out of stone…
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I know what you’re thinking – ‘Who cares, it’s not that impressive, we already know our ancestors raised big stones.’
Angrily throws metaphorical chalk across class, hitting petulant student in the face.
Göbekli Tepe is 6,000 years older than Stonehenge, it literally changes our entire understanding of human history. What’s more, is we’ve barely scratched the surface, seriously this neolithic complex is massive.
Humans didn’t just spontaneously learn how to carve stone like this or form large organised societies overnight capable of working across multiple generations to build such a marvel.
Oyeah, and the current thinking is that Göbekli Tepe could also be the birthplace of agriculture.
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Only 5 percent of the site has been excavated, that’s the equivalent of opening the entrance to Tutankhamun’s tomb, taking a shaky ass polaroid picture, with shit lighting, and then spending the next 30 years just gormlessly staring at that shite photograph.
Göbekli Tepe is the most fascinating mystery and yet it receives practically no attention.
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My employee was recently diagnosed with a terminal illness and has since been sluggish at work. How do I let her go nicely without it costing me?
I actually had this situation a number of years ago. TL;DR – I decided that the humanitarian route was best.
This long-time employee was a favorite of our customers, as well as her colleagues. Unfortunately, the “big C” came for her far sooner than she deserved. I noticed a decline in performance well before she broke the news of her diagnosis. I knew that I had to do something, as she had such a critical “linchpin” role in our operations. But I felt that simply jettisoning her was completely unfair…and more than a bit heartless.
She used all of her PTO and FMLA for the year or so where she was fighting it off. I simply distributed what part of her role that I could to other people during the times she was out. She improved for a little while…but it came back stronger, and it was clear she was about out of options.
As a senior manager, I never use my PTO. Always something else to be done, you know? *shrug* So, I had my full yearly allocation, except for 8 hours I’d taken to have a root canal. I quietly arranged to give her my personal bank of PTO during the summer, so she could have that time with her family (particularly the younger relatives, who were all out of school) while still being paid. I didn’t tell anyone about it, including her, but word leaked.
She resigned around mid-summer, and passed away three weeks later. Her husband told me at the funeral that she had found out how she got her extra time off from HR, and made it known what I did before she passed.
Unintentionally, I made a great organizational investment. To this day, we have benefited from the good will generated from that decision. People know when you’re talking the talk…and they know when you’re walking the walk. Taking care of a long-time employee with a terminal illness is a great way to walk the walk. And I can’t imagine what might have happened if I had made a different choice. Besides, even if you don’t get the organizational benefit, it’s always the right time to do the right thing.
Almond Anise Biscotti
Almond Anise Biscotti
Ingredients
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup butter, softened
1 tablespoon anise seed
3 eggs
3 cups all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/2 cup chopped almonds
Instructions
Beat sugars and butter until well blended. Add anise seed and eggs; blend well. Stir in flour and baking powder; mix well. Stir in almonds. Shape dough into two 10 x 1 inch rolls. Place rolls 4 inches apart on greased cookie sheet. Flatten each to 2-inch width. Bake at 350 degrees F for 20 to 30 minutes or until golden brown. Cool completely.
Cut diagonally into 1/2 inch slices. Arrange slices, cut side down, on ungreased cookie sheets. Bake at 350 degrees F for 6 to 10 minutes or until bottom begins to brown. Turn and bake for an additional 3 to 5 minutes or until crisp. Cool completely.
Store in tightly covered container for up to one month. The anise flavor gets stronger with time.
Noticed the room unusually clean and saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, ‘Dad’. With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands.
Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mum and you.
I’ve been finding real passion with Stacy. She is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing’s, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.
But it’s not only the passion, Dad. She’s pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that mari*juana doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so that Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!
Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know your many grandchildren.
Love, your son, Josh
P.S . Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at Jason’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that’s on the kitchen table. Call when it is safe for me to come home.”
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What single decision had the greatest effect on history?
The decision in 1241 A.D. by the Mongol princes, Batu Khanand Kadan, to ignore the advice of their infamous head military strategist Subutai and return to Mongolia after hearing of the death of the Great Khan Ögedei.
A little less than 800 years ago, Western civilization was on the precipice of complete annihilation. Ögedei, the third son of Genghis Khan, had continued his father’s violent and brutal imperial expansion into Europe and was poised for success. The arrival of news of the Great Khan’s death was either fully or partially responsible for the Mongol withdrawal from Europe sparing Western Civilization from the near universal destruction experienced in the wake of the Mongol hordes.
The desire of the grandsons of Genghis Khan to attend the Kurultai where the election of a new Great Khan would take place is entirely understandable. While neither would ultimately be selected because of the election of another of Genghis Khan’s grandsons, Güyük Khan,
they obviously had an interest in trying to position themselves politically for the election. Subutai was no doubt apoplectic over the decision as he was in the process of planning the invasion of the Holy Roman Empire having had great success in Europe up to that point.
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Mongol siege of Ryazan in 1238
Before the Mongols withdrew, they had begun to experience some stiffened European resistance such as in Austria. But much of Europe east of Vienna had been laid waste by the Mongols and while they may not have succeeded in an occupation of Western Europe, the devastation would have undoubtably been verging on apocalyptic.
Subutai was one of the most ruthless of the Mongol generals. Any city failing to surrender unconditionally faced unspeakable horrors of death, destruction, and torture. The cold efficiency of the Mongol’s killing machine has seldom been equaled with entire cities murdered in a few hours of systematic execution. Over a period of a little more than a century, some estimates place the death toll at the hands of the Mongols as high as five percent of the global population.
Let that sink in. Five percent of all humans.
Europe might well have been permanently set back a few centuries had Subutai succeeded in finishing and executing his plans.
It should be noted that this classical view is no longer universally accepted. Many other factors have been suggested for the withdrawal of the Mongols including the aforementioned stiffening resistance, diminishing returns in plunder, and tribal infighting prior to news of Ögedei’s
death. And as horrible as their blackened earth strategy was, many historians regard the Mongol rule in a more benign way than Western history has traditionally viewed it. While personally I am not persuaded by these more modern takes, it is important to acknowledge these other plausible and less Eurocentric points of view.
Irrespective of these caveats, there can be little doubt that the death of Ögedei was a factor in the Mongol withdrawal and that world history would have been greatly altered had the hordes advanced into Western Europe. As it turned out, the Mongols never returned to Western Europe to follow up on the ground they had already softened. This single decision by two of the grandsons of Genghis Khan, at that precise moment in time, radically altered the shape of the modern world.
Baked Cherry Oatmeal
baked cherry oatmeal 11
Ingredients
2 cups old-fashioned oats
4 cups milk
1/2 teaspoon almond flavoring
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup sliced almonds
1/2 cup dried cherries
1 large apple, unpeeled and grated
Instructions
Heat oven to 400 degrees F.
Coat a 3 quart casserole or baking pan with cooking spray.
In mixing bowl, combine all ingredients.
Transfer to baking dish.
Sprinkle top with additional almonds.
Bake uncovered for 45 minutes.
Serve hot.
What do you think is China much ahead of other countries? What do you think is the biggest gap between China and other countries?
Where China is ahead? China’s nuclear safety record is surprisingly very good. Especially when compared to other major industrial countries with nuclear power plants in operation.
China has had to deal with some major regulatory lapses in food safety and medicines in the past, but when it comes to nuclear safety, they might just have the best record on the planet if not one of the top 3, especially when the scale and scope of their nuclear energy systems are taken into account (46 reactors and increasing).
The Chinese nuclear operators have repeatedly gotten very high grades from international agencies on their safety precautions. Nuclear safety related incidents are graded from Level 1 to Level 7 (Level 7 being the worst like Chernobyl and Fukushima). The Chinese have never had an incident beyond Level 1.
A lot of this is because China’s nuclear safety is very openly discussed by Chinese nuclear engineers in technical journals within the country. Because of this openness and lack of censorship, several articles were published by Chinese engineers detailing that the primary issue with Chinese nuclear powerplants were due to substandard technical equipment or non standard equipment coming from equipment providers in China. This led to a 2016 scandal (which was reported openly in the Chinese press) about valves being supplied to nuclear powerplants that resulted in around a dozen nuclear equipment providers to publicly sign confessions to crimes regarding providing false information and provision of defective equipment.
The details of the scandals were published alongside signatures and seals from CPC officials and the CEOs of the equipment providers in the China Energy Report.
If you guys are familiar with the Chernobyl series, one of the big themes regarding the disaster was the secrecy and lack of information around the nuclear reactor designs and operations. Which prevented faults from being exposed.
If we were to speculate why China has such a good safety record, why the regulations are so good in nuclear safety and why safety issues can be discussed in such a transparent manner: It’s probably because of how deeply unsettled and impacted Chinese leaders were by the Fukushima incident in neighboring Japan.
The Fukushima incident spurred a pretty significant internal overhaul of China’s nuclear safety even though no disaster or safety incident had occurred yet. Reactor construction was put on hold, a lot of safety laws were implemented and the safety law was rapidly published. Nearly a thousand people were added to the national nuclear safety regulatory authority. Actually, the national nuclear safety regulatory authority is pretty special in China because apparently if you choose to go work with them, you can get residence permits (Huko) which are a big deal in China. And that was how they were able to bump up their recruitment despite the somewhat lower salary the organization pays compared to others.
And China’s excellent nuclear safety record has a benefit for the rest of the world as well. Pakistan has also had 0 nuclear safety incidents beyond Level 1 regarding their Chinese built powerplants, partly because Pakistani nuclear plant operators adopted the safety practices and procedures of their Chinese counterparts who they got these plants from in the first place. Pakistani nuclear operators also get training from Chinese operators which helps to further spread these safe nuclear plant practices to developing countries.
I think one side benefit of China exporting reactors abroad is, is that their safety record follows them. So a lot of developing countries can make the switch to safe, non-polluting nuclear energy by getting reactors from China and at the same time getting some pretty high quality training and safety procedures from them in the progress. Assuming of course, they continue to follow these safety procedures in an updated and consistent manner over the years. And also pair it with the same open, frank discussion on the current state of nuclear safety in the country, the same way the Chinese nuclear engineer community does.
Academic sources if you want to go more in-depth on this topic: Jane Nakano and Thomas Rawski
What China still lags in?
Probably the soft infrastructure of a country: Policies.
I’ll give two examples:
Health care policies and health insurance management
Horizontal cooperative policies in large engineering organizations.
Health care policies and health insurance management
China is at that point in their development where they have pretty much mastered hard infrastructure (roads, bridges, dams, powerplants).
But soft infrastructure, like your health care policies are an area where the government is still trying to figure out how to make systems work. The newer hospitals in China, disease prevention, early detection and a lot of other components of China’s health care system are pretty first class and comparable to the best systems in the world.
The issue comes around questions of policy: What should we expect the patient to pay for? What should the government pay for? How do we optimize drug prices to balance between innovative research and affordability? How can hospitals balance their budgets without requiring government bail outs? How do we balance between breadth and depth of medical coverage?
While China’s economy and spending power has increased manifold, in terms of advances in health care coverage, the country is actually going down in terms of health care advancement compared to the past and the last major increase in life expectancy and quality of health care was achieved under Mao’s barefoot doctor program.
The government is trying to figure things out. They rolled out universal health care for China, which was no small feat. It focusses on breadth rather than depth (give some limited health care insurance to everyone instead of give health insurance that covers everything to some people). Hospitals are allowed to mark up drugs 15% to make profits off of them.
But the core issue remains that health insurance and managing health insurance is something that’s been in China for only 20 years and is new to the country and it’s managers. So we have the somewhat strange situation where China’s health care system is well funded, has excellent doctors and supporting staff, has hospitals equipped with the latest technology.
But the health care system is in deep trouble because the managerial skill needed to keep it running through pricing optimization, risk management, risk pooling, health insurance management, premium setting and healthcare policy expertise is very badly lacking. And could lead to massive financial problems in the future if the policy isn’t ironed out correctly.
The second example I’ll give is of horizontal management.
This plays a big part in engineering firms in China that are trying to achieve the Chinese government’s goals of developing next gen technologies in China indigenously.
A good example here is COMAC, which has been trying to get into the passenger aircraft game to compete with Boeing and Airbus, primarily with their first aircraft the C919.
COMAC is a good example of a Chinese SOE that still has a large leftover legacy from how Soviet State enterprises were organized. It is extremely top down and while it can excel in vertical management, it struggles when it comes to horizontal management.
Horizontal management refers to how the different departments and units within companies are supposed to integrate with each other and synchronize their activities. Within engineering firms, this is something that System Engineers, Project Managers and Systems Integration Managers are supposed to enable. A complex engineering system like a submarine, a satellite or a aircraft cannot be created from scratch in an engineering organization where you have 0 horizontal integration and management and your departments fail to coordinate with each other when designing and developing components that are supposed to go in the same end product.
COMAC’s C919 had a very trouble development history precisely because COMAC is still very much organized and managed by state employees whose perspective is still shaped by vertical management principles of large Soviet organizations. And suffers from major issues in internal integration of different department efforts.
Which is why the Chinese government is making an enormous push to attract not just technical experts and engineers from abroad, but also the business managers who specialize in this stuff and enable it to happen.
I think this is why a lot of Asian parents need to stop pushing the “Doctor or Engineer” choice on their kids. There’s enormous demand in China at the moment for managers who are experts in health care policies, insurance management etc. from the first example. And engineering managers, project managers and other enablers of horizontal integration in the second example.
Both of these fields require people with imagination, flexibility, creativity and good communication skills.
The thing is, it isn’t like China has failed at this: Ali Baba has superb internal horizontal integration. There’s a joke that Ali Baba and Tencent are better positioned to make China’s next passenger aircraft or aircraft carrier than Chinese SOEs because being private sector entities they have superbly synchronized their internal alignments and developed seamless integration between all their different divisions and departments.
And we have to remember that this is the first time the government is making a move in these sectors where they will have to take time to build up experience.
And I think the Chinese government should consider filling this deficiency in their current internal economy and industrial base by either continuing to get top managerial talent from abroad, nurturing their own management talent or give more space to private sector entities in this fields that don’t suffer from the internal management issues that the Chinese SOEs struggle with.
Source used:
Jane Nakano, Senior Fellow in CSIS Energy and National Security Program
Loren Brandt (University of Toronto)
Thomas Rawski (University of Pittsburgh)
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What has your child done that is technically “wrong” but you were proud of them for doing it?
My daughter, who is 5 years old, is super sweet and compassionate, but she also can be quite the spicy one! She sometimes says exactly what she means. With her dad, however, she is much more restrained. He, though, has a tendency to nitpick and it can become annoying, even to me. I have to hold myself back from saying, “Leave her alone; she’s fine!” He just thinks girls should walk like this, talk like that…yada yada. Well, my daughter isn’t about that life. She is unapologetically who she is. She just hears him, says, “okay, Daddy” and tries to adjust.
Well, one day, we were traveling. We’d be out all day. We were tired. And my husband was fussing about something again. She was in the back seat, looking out of the window with an exasperated look on her face. I was also looking out of my window with the same look. Both of us just wanted him to shut up fussing.
Just as I was getting ready to say, “Enough!,” her little voice chimed in. She sounded like an adult trapped in a 5 year old’s body, “Oh my goodness, DADDY! You make me want to DRINK!” I turned and looked at her, stunned. She was looking at the rearview mirror so she could see his face and her expression was priceless. But his, was hilarious. He asked, incredulously, “I make you want to do what?” She said, “You make me want. to. drink….and I am not talking about juice boxes or CapriSUNs either, Dad!”
I promise, it took everything in my power to keep a straight face. I watched his face turn beet red. He looked pretty angry. But he said nothing. He looked at me, and I gave him a “Don’t look at me, I would have said the same thing” kind of look. We rode in silence for about half an hour. She said, “Dad, I should not have yelled at you. I’m sorry. But, I meant what I said.” (That’s my line to dad LOL). Then, she took a nap. His nagging has really slowed dramatically.
While I think children should respect their parents and not yell. I do think that is a two way street. I also think kids should learn to stand up for themselves. I cannot imagine a better lesson for both of them.
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When I was a young boy… perhaps four or five years old, there was a fire in the complex where we lived. We lived in a complex of homes, perhaps row homes in groups of four multi-dwellings.
And one of them was on fire. We, my friends and I, watched the firemen come and put the fire out, and there we surreptitiously entered through the basement into the smouldering wet burnt ruin until chased off.
As We left the scene, the owner of the house arrive. She was carrying a bag of groceries, and I will never forget the expression on her face. Surprise, shock and then realization that it was HER house that was burnt to nothing.
That expression… well, it remains to me this day. I will never forget it. For her entire life is now different. And her life is right now, upside-down.
Poor lady.
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That happens. That realization. That knowing that a “light switch” has flipped, and what you once had is now GONE.
Smart people make precautions to prevent that switch from flipping. From personal safety; to relationships, to governments. We do what we need to do.
But still…
Today…
What was a loophole that you found and exploited the hell out of?
When I was in high school I had a part time job in a local chain supermarket store. Did the usual, stocking shelves, helping in the butcher shop, cleaning floors, and bag boy. The store began running a promotional, for every $100 in receipts you could get a free dish in a set of “fine” china. Kind of silly really, the reality was that most people were never going to accumulate enough receipts for a place setting, let alone an entire set. But in my tenure as bag boy I noticed several things, 1. People often just put the receipt in the trash can on the way out. 2. They often told the cashier they did not want the receipt, and she put it in the trash can under the register 3. If I was helping people, especially the older ladies, take the groceries to their car and asked them for their receipts, explaining I was trying to get me ma a set of dishes, they willingly gave them to me. So I became the most willing volunteer to bag groceries, the most diligent emptier of trash cans, and the most solicitous helper to people who needed assistance getting groceries to their car. A week before the promotion ended I presented thousands of dollars in receipts to me ma and explained what she had to do, omitting to the store, of course, that she had any relatives employed there. That is how we got the “fine”china still used by me ma to this day. Complete with soup tureen and gravy boat. And the highly sought after “Giant Serving Platter”.
Ukraine Drones?
Nope. American controlled drones in Ukraine. And then pay attention to who is working them.
Real? Fake? But, certainly plausible.
Slovakia Prime Minister . . .”Lie Doomed on our Balcony . . . waiting for World Apocalypse”
"All We Can Do is Lie Doomed On The Balcony With A Cognac And A Cigar, Waiting For The World Apocalypse”
Slovak Prime Minister Fico: “The West sees that, despite significant assistance, despite anti-Russian sanctions, Ukraine is simply not capable of winning. And if we send military personnel from the EU and NATO to Ukraine, all we can do is lie doomed on the balcony with cognac and a cigar, waiting for the world apocalypse.”
Hal Turner Analysis
The fact that the Prime Minister of Slovakia said these words Sunday evening is proof that the “idea” of French President Macron, for NATO member countries to send their troops into Ukraine under “Bi-lateral Security Agreements” was far more than just bluster or posturing. Clearly, the suggestion of the French President is under active consideration.
Were it anything else, there would be no reason for the Prime Minister to make such a statement.
The world is moving faster and faster toward an actual nuclear conflict with Russia.
The general public in Europe and the United States remain blissfully unaware because the mass media has utterly failed in its job to report the serious and world-changing events developing in Ukraine.
I have done, and continue to do, my best, to keep you informed of the important developments overseas.
These comments by the Prime Minister of Slovakia cannot be taken lightly – at all.
The USA is sinking gravely
Could I possibly start working at the prison where my boyfriend will be staying?
This is a profoundly bad idea.
Let’s say that your little plan works just about as well as you could hope for. You become a guard, and you’re assigned to your boyfriend’s unit…
Have you noticed how dirty the floor is in the CO’s break room? Maybe you should get your boyfriend to mop it. You better supervise him to make sure he does a good job…
Ah… alone at last. Finally, after all this time you can have some hurried sex. Sounds pretty fun right?
It better be, because in most places a guard having sex with an inmate is considered rape (you would be raping him). You can argue until you’re nine shades of blue that it was consensual, but during your training program you signed a document stating that you understood that sex with inmates was rape.
Maybe you think nobody will notice?
Your fellow lives in a big room with at least a hundred other men who have NOTHING to do. Nothing. They WILL notice. I was once told how many minutes I’d just spent in the bathroom…
Did I mention these guys have nothing to do?
Maybe you think they won’t care?
Come on now… you know how most guys are when it comes to sex. Do you really think they’ll just give your boyfriend appreciative nods and attaboys?
Yeah. No. They’ll want the same treatment, or maybe they’ll just want you to smuggle in some pot—“just a little.” If you refuse, they’ll have enough documentation to bring a storm your way.
Maybe you think that smuggling a handful of marijuana to needy inmates is no big deal? OK… now you’re up to two felonies already, and you’ve got to keep the pot coming…
“Know what would really be fly? If we had some heroin up in dis bitch.”
This is a hole that digs itself. All you need to do is get a job in that prison, and you’re never going to get out without becoming an inmate yourself.
A miracle
What did your teacher say to you during a meeting that resulted in you immediately dropping the class?
Evening college class, met 2X a week. 1st class- homework- find a magazine article about a govt. action, write one page about it. Did not have any magazine subscriptions, so stopped by library, found story about Sen. McCarthy. Next night, teacher chewed me out for picking that article. What could I POSSIBLY know about Sen. McCarthy? I was too young. And kept on for 5 minutes in a vicious tone.
Stood up, said “Know what? You’re right. I am young- may not know a lot- but I know something you don’t.” “Really? What’s THAT?”
“First, I don’t need this class this semester. Second- you are adjunct (part time) faculty. For your class to continue, you need 10 students enrolled. I count 9 others here. I’m dropping your class. The other students will be assigned to other teachers. You are a jerk- and you are also unemployed. Have a good day.”
Walked out, stopped at office, dropped class. Took it next semester- different teacher.
Russia Destroyed US Army Officers Along With HIMARS MLRS In NIKANOROVKA
Has China increased the defense budget hugely?
Absolutely
Chinas Defence Budget stands at 1.68 Trillion RMB for the year 2024
That’s $ 234 Billion
However you need to understand that $ 234 Billion in China is different from $ 234 Billion in USA
In the US , the average mark up from production to final sale to the Army or Pentagon is between 113% to 355%
That means a missile that costs $ 100,000 to produce sells for $ 213,000 to the Pentagon
In China, the average mark up from production to final sale to the PLA is a mere 26% -37% as everything is State Owned or a Joint Venture with State Ownership of around 35% – 45%
This means a missile that costs $ 100,000 to produce is sold for $ 126,000 to the PLA
Except that it costs $ 40,000 to produce a missile in China and so $ 50,400 to sell a single Missile to the PLA
So you can have FOUR MISSILES with the same range and the same launch capacity delivered to the PLA for ONE MISSILE delivered to the Pentagon
This means the $ 234 Billion in China has a far higher buying power of equipment in China than $ 234 Billion has for the Pentagon
So effectively Chinas Defence Budget is equivalent to at least 2.5 times and probably 3.5 times the Pentagon budget to procure it’s equipment
The PLA has estimated 492 Billion RMB for Weapons Procurement for 2024
That’s $ 70 Billion
However that’s the equivalent of $ 175 Billion to $ 245 Billion of the Pentagon
The Pentagon has estimated $ 290 Billion for weapon procurement in 2024
So you can see that China with its main scope being the South China Sea, Sea of Japan and Himalayas and Indian Ocean spends almost 84% of what US with its main scope being all over the world spends
So initially you see $ 70 Billion and $ 290 Billion and say “Oh. China is only spending a fourth of what US is spending”
Yet a closer look suggests China is spending almost $ 175–245 Billion versus $ 290 Billion that the US is spending
Dividing evenly between the battle zones – China has four – South China Sea, Himalayas, Indian Ocean and Sea of Japan
US has nine – Pacific, Middle East, South China Sea, Sea of Japan, Atlantic, Europe, South America, Horn of Africa and Oceania
So China spends $ 175–245 Billion for 4 Battle Zones while US spends $ 290 Billion for 9 Battle Zones (290/9 = $ 32 Billion each)
You do the math
It means China likely could outspend US 5:1 in the South China Sea
Same for Russia
Everyone looked at $ 81 Billion at laughed
Yet that $ 81 Billion includes $ 50.7 Billion of Equipment and Weapons Procurement which is the equivalent of $ 90 Billion for the Pentagon
Assuming only three Battle Zones – Europe, Black Sea and Arctic – that’s $ 30 Billion per Battle Zone which is very close to the $ 32 Billion that US spends on weapons and equipment for each zone
So US and Russia are actually neck to neck in defence expenditure on Weapons and Equipment as far as Europe is concerned
So Chinas budget of $ 234 Billion is closer to $ 650 Billion in Pentagon terms
That’s enormous
Tips for parents
What is the weirdest question asked during a job interview?
This occurred years ago and I will never forget it. It was at a time period, when located in the Silicon Valley in California, you would have to be interviewed by 423 employees to discern if you qualified for a job. What was more comical is you would be interviewed by people that in NO way were connected with the department you were attempting to gain employment in. Imagine you are interviewing for a computer game company as an artist and you are interviewed by the warehouse shipping lead? No logic whatsoever.
I was attempting to get a job as a network administrator for a very large and well-known entity. I had passed four interviews and was lucky enough to move on to the next.
My next interviewer happens to be a woman that I am informed works as an admin and I have no idea why she is interviewing me.
She sits down and introduces herself and appears pleasant. The first question she asks is “If the #2 pencil is the most popular, why’s it still #2?”. I am taken aback. I reply “Because a number one pencil writes darker than a number two?” She just looks at me.
She asks, “Why does it REALLY hurt to hit your funny bone?” I answered, “Because there is no bone covering or protecting the nerves at that location, so you are really making direct contact with nerves.” I am thinking, what is this?
She then asks, “Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?”. I answered, “The hands could have been named anything they wanted.” I said, “If the third hand measures seconds, why can it not be the third on the watch if it was designed to do so?”
At this point I had had enough. I asked her what is with all the ridiculous questions that have absolutely nothing to do with what I am interviewing for?
The door opens at that moment and another woman comes in and asks the person interviewing me to leave. The person who had been asking me questions says to the other, “I like him, he is pretty sharp!” and she leaves the room.
I am now informed by the person who is sitting down that she is the interviewer I was supposed to have been speaking to. I asked whom the person was who was just asking me a series of strange questions. She said, “That was my secretary, Betty. I told her to come in here and see if you needed anything such as water since I was going to be a few minutes late.”
Why bother?
Will raising tariffs on Chinese goods result in higher prices for US-made products imported into China due to potential retaliation from China?
Well, what China wants to buy from the US is banned from export to China, such as chips and chipmaking equipment, on grounds of national security.
What China wants to sell to the US such as EVs and Huawei equipment is either banned or impeded by the Feds, on grounds of national security.
Chinese companies that make money stateside such as Tiktok, Shein and Temu are being targeted for outright bans or increasingly unfavorable legislation and requirements.
Put the enemy hat on China and the rulebook gets thrown out the window—the end justifies the means.
China will raise the tariff wall on American goods if the US does likewise, but the scope won’t be pushed to the extreme. China will simply develop options and stop buying American. For example, there is enough soybean around these days to skip American soy completely. In a few more years, it will be the same story for wheat, corn and other grains, and Chinese demand for American farm produce can experience a step change.
If there is no trust, there can be no longterm business relationship.
Smothered Cheesy Pork Chops
Cheesy Pork Chops
Ingredients
4 or 5 boneless pork chops
Salt and pepper
1/2 onion, thinly sliced
1/2 cup mayonnaise
1 cup Cheddar cheese, shredded
Instructions
Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
Place pork chops in a baking pan. Season with salt and pepper on both sides.
Sprinkle the onion on top of the pork. Spread mayonnaise on each pork chop. Top with shredded cheese.
Bake for 25 minutes, or until the cheese is melted and browned. Baking time may be longer, depending upon thickness of pork chops.
Is FM Wang Yi wasting his breath?
The US can’t hear reason. They are afflicted by an old problem: arrogance. No arrogant person was ever humbled except by humiliation.
China is moving ahead as planned… at full throttle!
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China FM Wang Yi: "The US has been devising various tactics to suppress China and kept lengthening its unilateral sanctions list, reaching bewildering levels of unfathomable absurdity. If the US says one thing and does another, where is its credibility as a major country? If…
China FM Wang Yi: “The US has been devising various tactics to suppress China and kept lengthening its unilateral sanctions list, reaching bewildering levels of unfathomable absurdity.
If the US says one thing and does another, where is its credibility as a major country?
If it gets jittery whenever it hears the word China, where is its confidence as a major country?
If it only wants itself to prosper but denies other countries legitimate development, where is international fairness?
If it persistently monopolizes the high end of the value chain and keeps China at the low end, where is fairness in competition?
The challenge for the US comes from itself, not from China. If the US is obsessed with suppressing China, it will eventually harm itself.
We urge the US to be clear eyed about the trend of the times…”
Like a Hollywood Nightmare
How do lifers cope with the fact that they will never be outside the prison walls ever again?
As a Prison Medic I had quite a bit of contact with the older Inmates, many doing “Life Without”….
Most of them had cut most ties with “The World” and had developed a life inside the wire, some of them, remarkably productive.
Three of these men come to mind….
One was a leatherworker, who made and repaired saddles for the mounted patrols, taught “horse tack” and leatherwork classes to the other inmates and had an “outreach” program building adaptive saddles and tack for Equestrian Therapy programs around the state at no cost.
Another had been a lawyer on the outside and spent much time with with the other inmates advising them on their legal matters of Family law, property law, tax law…outside their “Cases”… and did it for free… he had his own funds for “Commissary”
And finally there was one of our Orderlies for the Medical Department. He acted as a formal Mentor to new inmates as they adjusted to prison life and was frequently asked to mediate disputes between inmates…
All of those men were killers…. none of those men were ever supposed to take a breath of “Free” air again, and all of them had made a life on the inside…
Unknown force killed these men
What’s the most outdated software you still run on a regular basis, and why is that?
I use it every day.
Why? It’s a fast loading program, that’s easy to use. It reliably strips all formatting from a block of text. I don’t have to tell it each time that I want it to ignore hyperlinks, or HTML tags, and just treat them like the raw ASCII they truly are.
Readme.txt files are still found here and there. Notepad is the perfect program to view them.
When we purchased massive demographic data files from various vendors, they always came to us in some text format, CSV, pipe or tab delimited, fixed width… to write the scripts to import these encyclopedias, I would first need to inspect the header files with a program that wouldn’t alter or format the data in any way. Thank you Notepad.
Notepad is an electronic hand axe. It will continue to be useful for a very long time. There are more powerful text editors, some with very handy features for programmers, but Notepad is always there, on every machine, waiting for an opportunity to show how useful it can be.
Life in the USA today
Do you agree with the British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC) report that says “The US maintains official ties with Beijing, and recognises it as the only Chinese government under its “One China policy.”?
Does nobody remember this? It was a film series Police Academy in the 80s and into the 1990s… I think.
Anybody who watched it should recognise this theme.
Anyway Debbie Callahan is very upfront.
She literally says TALK IS CHEAP.
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And has been since the beginning of time.
Actions have always spoken louder than words:
So currently the USA is:
Peddling bullshit propaganda about Xinjiang against us.
Targeting ethnic (even US born Chinese) scientists and university graduates.
Targeting Chinese companies because they can’t compete.
Actively encouraging hate and racism against Chinese people.
Accusing us of everything under the sun even if it’s got nothing to do with us.
Imposing sanctions on us and our people.
Currently engaging in a massive military build up nearby (Phllipines.Japan)
Funds terrorism in my home (2019 riots)
Funds TW separatism.
Arms terrorist groups (CIA tibetan program)
Has parked two SSBN nuclear missile submarines in Korea 900km from our capital
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400km if you consider Tianjin 500km if you consider Dailan.
All of those things are actions of a hostile state and most of them are acts of war.
What have we done to you? Ah yes we exist and for many westerners that’s just unacceptable.
Your son is a genius
What would you do if your bank accidentally paid $20,000 into your bank account? Would you tell them or spend it?
Originally Answered: What would you do if your bank accidently paid $20,000 into your bank account? Would you tell them or spend it?
This happened to me.
About 28 years ago I went to deposit my paycheck. It was about $500. I had $80 or so in the bank, I was sure, but just to validate, I asked for an account balance.
The teller smiled at me. “Sure,” she said. “After the wire transfer you received yesterday, and your deposit today, your balance is now $1,100,584.”
“Ummmm, what did you say?” The teller repeated the amount.
“Yesterday you received a wire transfer for $1.1 million dollars. Lucky you.” She smiled again.
I took a deep breath. “Look,” I said, “That can’t be my money. Can you please double check?” She nodded and walked over to the branch manager’s office. She returned about ten minutes later.
“Oh there was no error. The amount was wired from X bank to your account, and all the info is correct on the transfer form.”
“So let me ask you something. If I asked you to withdraw $500,000 in cash right now, you would actually give it to me?”
“Well no…” I nodded, knowing that something wasn’t kosher. “…it would take about 3 hours. We don’t keep that much cash on hand. What denominations would you like?”
I stood there like an idiot. “I would like to take out $100 please.”
I went home slightly dazed. The next morning, after a night spent wondering what I would do with the money, I received a call from the bank. It was the branch manager.
“Yes, Mr. Kaufmann, sorry to bother you. I need to inform you that there was an error in a bank wire transfer to your account. You had 1.1 million dollars deposited into your account. I hope you don’t mind, but we will return the funds to the sending bank.”
“No problem,” I said, “I knew it was a mistake.”
The money was removed that day.
That evening, I could not help but ask myself what if I had said, “no.”
Probably exactly the same thing. But it’s fun to think about.
The USA is in full collapse
What was the most bone-chilling sentence a loved one ever said to you?
“It won’t be.”
Such simple words, but they broke my heart. I am tearing up right now as I see them 5 years later.
My youngest son Colin has always been the most happy go lucky person I know. Nothing seems to get him down. He has always been small for his age and yet, he is beyond bullies. A quick little story about that, one of many.
When Colin was about 6 years old we went to the park. There was a bigger kid, probably 8 or 9, standing by the jungle gym. I watched Colin head towards the gym and the bigger kid stepped in his way. Every other kid on the playground had already been redirected and were playing elsewhere. Colin stood and looked up at the boy and I saw the boy pointing for him to go somewhere else. Colin just stood there and stared. The boy turned moved back towards the gym a bit and Colin started moving towards the gym. The bully again stood in his way. This went on for 5 minutes before I see the boy give Colin a ‘guard duty’ job at the base of the gym.
When Colin was born he had a heart murmur, which cleared up.
When Colin was 3 his tonsils were swollen so large his throat was reduced to the size of a quarter. He had a tonsillectomy.
When Colin was 7 he developed Type 1 Diabetes. He never cried. We cried, privately. His doctors kept telling him it was ok to cry and he never saw the need. When his cousin asked him if he liked insulin shots because he never complained about them he said, very matter of factly, “no, I have to live.” And so began the quarterly trips to the endocrinologist.
When Colin was 8 he had a seizure. We wound up taking him for EEGs and found out he has a form of Epilepsy. He didn’t cry, but he looked perturbed. He started on medication and it was effective. He was told he could outgrow it when he hit puberty. Every 6 months we went to the neurologist and had another EEG, he only had one other seizure and that was my fault because I forgot his medication. So his lack of seizures was giving the doctors hope that he was outgrowing it, but every time we went it was the same news: still abnormal.
A few years pass and we have been to so many doctors for so many things. There is a scheduled EEG on this day and we are about to head out the door. My wife and I are excited to go because he hasn’t had a seizure in 2 years and he is starting puberty so maybe this will be the EEG that shows he has outgrown the Epilepsy.
My wife smiles at him and says to this child, who has never once in his life been to a doctor and gotten positive news, who has never once cried or been remotely negative about it all, she says to him excitedly, “The doctor says if this EEG is better you can get off the meds,” and Colin quietly replies, “It won’t be.”
I had to hide my face.
To this day, that is the only negative comment he has ever uttered about his health problems. And it kills me today just to think about it.
Just to note, that EEG was not normal, but 2 years later he was removed from meds despite abnormal EEGs. He has not had a seizure in 5 years now and at almost 15 he has probably outgrown it. He is still small (But growing) for his age as a freshman in High School, and by no means a macho guy. In fact, he believes he is gay and that was no surprise to me, but he is the strongest person I have ever known, and my personal hero, because for all the petty nonsense I get upset about on a regular basis nothing compares to what he has been through, and yet all he does is smile and move on. We could all learn a little something from people like him.
Be the Rufus
Have you ever saw a police officer/deputy outright lie?
June of 2014 I was pulled over for having a headlight out. That much is true.
I left that early morning from the State Highway Patrol station with a ticket for DUI. I was sober. The officer initially told me he thought I crossed the yellow line when he was following me. I did do that, as I was mistaken about the location of the driveway I was trying to get into. So, okay. Then he told me I smelled of alcohol. No, I didn’t. I had had two beers that calendar day, and the last was over 4 hours prior to this. Since then I had been sitting around a campfire. I reeked of smoke. Wood smoke. When I passed the breath test, I was told that they expected that, what with me smelling of weed. No. No I didn’t. But that’s going to be impossible to prove in a courtroom in a few months, right?
The police report they typed up mentioned that I had confessed in the back of the car to being on numerous illicit substances. That. Never. Happened. And I was NOT on any illicit substances.
Fortunately, the prosecutor tossed the whole case when there was no evidence of anything on my tox screen, no evidence of anything in my breath test, hair, urine, blood. NOTHING. Turns out these two assholes had been sending up some dubious cases for a while, but this one was the most egregious.
Ohio Patrol Troopers Northup and Norris, where ever you are, I hope you get a flat tire, your wife cheats on you with your partner, your dog dies, and you develop unfixable halitosis. You are the worst kind of human. You lied, repeatedly, and for what?
Because…
Is there a lot of racism in prisons?
Racism is the very thing prisons are built out of. It’s the bricks, pipes, and bars of prison. Racism will surround and envelop you at all times while you are behind bars.
That said, you’re not supposed to acknowledge it. You had better not make any comments that are openly racist unless you’re ready to fight. So, while racism is the very air you breathe, you’d better not gulp it in and speak with it.
Inmates divide themselves up along racial lines. This really shouldn’t come as a surprise — we divide ourselves up by race everywhere in society. In prison it’s just more… rigid.
The most obvious example will be the chow hall. Where I spent most of my time, there was a white side, and a black side. The white side had six or seven tables set aside for Hispanics and “other.” The black side had only two tables that had been claimed by social misfits that nobody wanted to have at their table.
If a white guy sat in the black area heads would turn. The same was true for the reverse situation. If anything, the blacks seemed more disapproving of a black guy sitting with the whites. The general assumption was that if someone was sitting outside of their race then there was a (sexual) relationship. The person out of “place” was someone’s “bitch.”
The units were also divided by race. We had several TV rooms. One was for whites (read “rednecks”). One was for blacks and one was for anyone who spoke Spanish. A final room was supposed to be for sports, but wound up being a second room for the blacks.
Even the cells were arranged by race. The cells furthest from the doors were all occupied by black guys. This was their choice — being largest in number, they got to choose. The advantage of being farthest from the door is that you have the most warning before the guards get to you.
Is there racism in prison? I doubt this is even a serious question. Prison *is* racism.
Pre-Historic Mega Structure Discovered In New Zealand: Kaimanawa Wall
What do you do when a neighbor’s kid is destroying your property?
Back in the mid to late 90s I lived in a quite, older neighborhood in Euless Texas. I have a green thumb and made my yard one of the nicest ones on the street. There were some rambunctious boys that lived a few houses down. They started riding their bikes in my yard tearing things up. Next thing I know their friends are doing it too. I knew their parents and knew they were decent people. One day I came around the corner and the oldest son, about 14 or so and their ringleader, was right there in my driveway. I could tell he was about to head into my yard. I called out to him in a friendly tone “Hey! You wanna earn some extra cash?”
That got his attention. He said “Sure” as he got off his bike to speak with me. I told him I was having to work extra hours at work (true) and needed help keeping my yard up. I told him if her would mow the front yard weekly, spread fertilizer and pull any weeds he sees I’d give him 40 bucks every week. He was excited and agreed. Shortly my yard was back to being one of the nicest ones on the street. He was now in charge and took great pride in his work and the yard. He would fuss at his friends and brothers and run them off if they came around with their bikes. He also took great care of my lawn mower and any other tools he used and put them back in my shed when finished. I hated to see him go off to college a few years later!
“As the famous Turkish proverb says, when a clown goes to live in a palace, he does not become a king. But the palace becomes a circus.
One could, of course, perceive everything that is happening in Ukraine as a circus if the consequences were not so tragic and catastrophic for this state.
But circus acts are still very popular there.
We all know about air sirens sounding in Kyiv and other cities during visits of high-ranking foreign delegations in the absence of any shelling.
This has already become a kind of part of the circus program for the stay of foreign leaders in Ukraine.
What is noteworthy is that in Odessa, whose military facilities were actually attacked during the visit of a high-ranking Greek delegation to this city, the siren did not sound: such an act was not included in the circus program.
I would like to urge all those who have been whipping up passions today and will continue to whip up passions because of this episode to ask themselves a simple question.
Do you really think that if we really wanted to hit Zelensky’s motorcade, we wouldn’t be able to do it?
And try to answer it, just honestly.
Especially considering the fact that you know very well that this strike destroyed a workshop for the production of naval drones, or rather, their assembly from components supplied by the UK.
For us, this goal is much more important than Zelensky rushing around the frontline zone, taking selfies in cities before they are liberated by the Russian army.
And if any of you in your soul hopes to get rid of the leader of the Kyiv regime in this way, then I can disappoint you: this is not part of our plans.
The reincarnation of Mr. Goloborodko from the series ‘Servant of the People’ was elected to the presidency by Ukrainians, believing his election promises to establish peace in Donbass and protect the Russian language and Russian-speaking citizens of Ukraine.
He deceived his voters, so now let the Ukrainians and his Western puppet masters deal with him. We have more important tasks – fulfilling the goals of our special military operation.
And since you don’t want to talk about how to implement them through peaceful means, we are forced to use military means for this.
With all the ensuing consequences for Ukraine and the Western sponsors of the Kyiv regime, which have already begun to emerge very clearly.”
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Excerpt from the speech by Dmitry Polyanskiy, First Deputy Permanent Representative of Russia to the UN, at the UN Security Council meeting on Ukraine, New York City, March 8, 2024.
Father’s revenge
Why didn’t China acquire the MiG-29 and MIG-31 from Russia in 1990?
Why didn’t China acquire the Mig29 and Mig31? Because China wanted the Su-27.
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And we got it. China realised that the heavy fighter design had far more potential than the much smaller 29.
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Su 27 and Mig29 in between. The size difference is huge.
Russia in dire financial straits in the 1990s reluctantly agreed to sell them to us.
There’s a far more entertaining story which nobody knows is true or not.
Russian negotiators landed in Beijing to negotiate sale of Mig29s to China and said nyet Over and over again when Chinese asked for the SU27. Chinese negotiators pressed and pressed Russians over and over again but kept getting told no and hit an impasse. Until it was settled by a night on the town over booze.
Allegedly Chinese negotiators out drunk the Russians and got them to agree to our demands.
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Those northern Chinese, they can REALLY drink. I mean REALLY drink. I nearly died when I dated a girl from Northern China, to her it was like water…Chinese Baiju starts at 56% Russian Samogan starts at 40%.
WOKE is completely insane
What do homeless people do during the day? Do they get bored?
Me, 50 years a hobo. Everybody is different here’s what I did. 4 am. wake up. Damn birds noisy at hell at that hour. Break camp. “Camo” the big stuff, little stuff in my small day pack. Have enough change for the first bus into town. 5:30 am in line at the temp work joint. Hope I get a days work today else it’s pick up cans. 6:30 am lucked out and got a clean up job. 7:30 am at the construction clean up site. Give the boss my work ticket, 3 of us working. Spend the day cleaning up so various tradesman are not tripping over one another’s trash. Noon. Lunch break. Had a $2 draw and bought a sandwich from the catering truck. Boss finds one temp guy sleeping behind the huge dumpster. Signs him off with 5 hours and gives him bus change and the boot. 4 pm. Quit time for us temps. Boss gives us 10 hours sign off because we had to pick up the slack for “Sleepy”. Marks never to send Sleepy back there again.and marks he wants us two back tomorrow. Wait for the work van to pick us up. I am glad I got a second day’s work cause I hadn’t worked for a week. 6 pm back at temp office. Got a check for $32 ( this was a while back ) minus the $2 draw. $30 bucks. Go two blocks down the street to a bar and grill all the temps go to. Get a burger and soda and they cash my check. Got to buy or won’t cash the check. Some guys drink all their pay up there everyday. I ain’t a drinking man. Got $25 and bus fair now. Head to the bus stop down a ways. 8 pm getting near dark arrive at last bus stop on that route. Near a gas station. Grab a soda. Walk about a mile ? to a large stand of trees. My camping site. Set up camp and fall out. I’m tired for sure. Figure to work as much as possible for a month so I have a “road stake”.Figure to go to Southern California for the winter. A few good “working” towns along my planed route.
What is the most satisfying way you saw a smirk get wiped off someone’s face?
In college, I was invited to a private concert being filmed in a TV studio in Chicago. My good friend was the executive assistant to the president of the station so I had met the president several times before and he told me to bring a few friends along for this event and to find him when we got there.
The evening of the concert, there was a huge line of people waiting to get into the studio. These were folks not previously invited but vying for a few remaining spots to fill empty seats.
Having been invited personally by the studio president, we walked around the crowd and into the building to find him. Near the front of the line, we saw a guy dressed in studio gear, all black, headphones, clipboard, the whole deal holding back the crowd. I waved and explained “hello I’m Chet and was told to find John McDonald (not his real name) to be part of tonight’s concert event. I was nothing but polite and courteous.
This guy’s response? “I’m sorry…do you think you are special or something? See all these people? They waited in line and you can too. Go back to the end and wait just like everyone else.”
I was floored as was my roommate and our dates looked dumbfounded. I sort of chuckled but figured ok, something must have gotten lost in translation.
Not two seconds later, the studio prez John McDonald comes around the corner, sees us all there and exclaims “Chet! You made it!” and we all start shaking hands and making introductions to the ladies we brought along.
He then turned to the studio guy and said “take these four into the show and put them in the front row.”
As we followed the rude dude into the studio, I couldn’t resist saying “I guess we ARE special!”
Smirk obliterated.
You won’t believe this…
What are the consequences of being too good at your job? Can you get fired for it?
My son went on line to see if he could get hired for a programming job somewhere. He had no real experience working for anyone else in programming. He had worked for a small town IT guy, and did a lot of coding for an online game he played. His first job offer was as a contractor for a 6 month gig at a company in Sacramento, CA. He loaded up his car, abandoned his apartment in Springfield IL, and headed out.
When he went to work the first day, they showed him around a bit, then gave him his first assignment. He worked hard on it for the first two days, and handed in the finished project on the third day. The boss looked at him in an odd manner. He had someone run the program to make sure it actually did what it was supposed to do. He came back and told Jason that it was a job well done. Jason asked for his next assignment. The boss, a bit bemused, said, well, I’ll see if I can find something for you, but that assignment was your 6 month gig. They did keep him on for the 6 months, and he did several other projects for them. He didn’t get fired, but the other programmers weren’t at all happy with him, so he left at the end of the contract.
He has had several coding jobs since, and moved up into management, but finally decided that he really liked coding better than he liked managing coders, so his current job is back to coding, but at a pretty high level, with commensurate pay.
Tucker Carlson 3/9/24 | Breaking News March 9, 2024
https://youtu.be/8heGAYH21M4
China to give chipmakers $27 billion to counter U.S. sanctions — Big Fund III will have further funding rounds
China is assembling the third phase of its Big Fund
to invest in crucial semiconductor projects across the country, a move that aims to accelerate the development of advanced technologies, make China self-reliant in the microelectronics industry, and counteract the United States’ efforts to limit China’s technological advancement.
The third phase of the National Integrated Circuit Industry Investment Fund, or the Big Fund, will pursue the same goal as the first two phases: make China self-sufficient in the semiconductor sector. According to a Bloomberg report, the Big Fund’s third-phase vehicle will primarily draw its capital from local governments, state-owned enterprises, and their investment branches, with the central government contributing a smaller portion. This strategy aligns with President Xi Jinping’s vision of pooling resources nationwide for significant projects, emphasizing self-reliance in the semiconductor sector.
The first round of Big Fund III funding is designed to raise $27 billion, a relatively modest sum by the Chinese standards for its semiconductor industry. Cities like Shanghai and entities like the China Chengtong Holdings Group and the State Development and Investment Corp. are expected to invest billions of yuan each in the third-phase fund. Meanwhile, the report says the fund will directly support local companies and finance three to four sub-funds to diversify deal sourcing and investment strategies.
The fund’s expansion comes as the United States urges its allies to tighten restrictions on China’s access to tools required to make chips on advanced product nodes, part of an ongoing chip war for control of the semiconductor manufacturing industry. Back in September, Big Fund II initiated a round to raise $41 billion to support domestic makers of wafer fab equipment. However, for Big Fund III, $27 billion will be spent on essential projects across China.
Since its inception in 2014, the Big Fund (2014 – 2018, ~$100B) and the Big Fund II (2019 – 2023 , ~$41B) have raised hundreds of billions of dollars and acquired stakes in dozens of microelectronics companies. Meanwhile, Bloomberg claims that Big Fund’s assets under management are currently valued at around $45 billion, which could be a direct result of the U.S. sanctions against China’s semiconductor sector, which significantly hit companies like SMIC (China’s foundry champion) and Yangtze Memory Technologies Co. (YMTC , China’s top 3D NAND maker).
Despite its successes, the Big Fund has faced criticism for its lack of transparency and accountability, operating primarily behind the scenes. Nonetheless, it is indisputable that the hundreds of billions of dollars poured into China’s semiconductor industry made the country one of the most prominent players in this field.
The United States today
What are the biggest facepalm moments you have ever experienced?
About 15 years ago, I was working as a server at a restaurant, and as head server/trainer and an expeditor, I knew the menu inside and out, including pretty much all the ingredients.
We took allergies VERY seriously at our restaurant, and so when a guest asked,”Is there dairy in the crab cake? Because I’m allergic to dairy,” I was REQUIRED to ask the chef, verbatim, even though I KNEW the answer was no, because the chef is the highest authority on the food. So I go back to the kitchen, and I ask the chef, “Is there dairy in the crab cake? I have a guest who is allergic.”
He responds, “Yeah, there’s dairy in the crab cake.”
And I respond, “Uh, you’re wrong–I’ve prepped crab cakes myself. There’s no dairy in the crab cakes.”
Him: “Prove it.”
I go to the prep kitchen and pull the master recipe book from the shelf, bring it back to him, and read off the list of ingredients. “There’s no dairy on this list.”
Him: “There’s mayonnaise in the crab cake.”
Me: “That’s not dairy. Mayonnaise is eggs and oil, and a stabilizing agent.”
Him: “And where do you find eggs in the grocery store?”
Me: “In the dairy section.”
Him: “So eggs are dairy.”
Me: “No, they’re not. Eggs come from chickens. Dairy products are milk products, which have to come from a cow, or from the udder of another mammal. Chicken are birds, not mammals. Birds don’t have udders.”
Him: “Eggs come from the dairy section. They are therefore dairy.”
Me: *Facepalm* “Fine. I will tell the customer that the crab cakes have mayonnaise.”
(Back at the table.)
Me: “Ma’am, the chef told me to tell you that the crab cakes have mayonnaise.”
Guest: “But mayonnaise isn’t dairy, it’s made from eggs.”
Me: “Yes, ma’am, you’re quite right, but the chef and I had a philosophical disagreement on that point, and he insists mayonnaise is dairy. So you may want to stay away from the crab cakes, considering the chef doesn’t actually know what’s in them.”
When plastic surgery goes wrong
Browned Butter Spaghetti with Mizithra
I used to love to go to the Spaghetti Factory for this. It’s so delicious! Mizithra is a great Greek cheese.
spaghetti browned butter
Yield: 4 servings
Ingredients
1 cup butter
Cooked spaghetti, drained
1 cup Mizithra cheese, grated
Parsley, chopped (optional)
Instructions
Cut butter into tablespoon size pieces and place in a 2 quart sauce pan. Place the pan of butter on a burner on medium heat. Bring butter to a slow boil (about 5 minutes).
When the butter begins to boil, stir constantly to prevent residue from sticking to the bottom of the pan. As the butter cooks, it will start to foam and rise. Continue stirring, otherwise the butter foam could overflow (about 5 minutes) and catch fire.
When the butter stops foaming and rising, cook until amber in color (about 1 to 2 minutes). It will have a pleasant caramel aroma.
Turn off the heat and remove pan from burner. Let the sediment settle to the bottom of the pan for a few minutes.
Pour the brown butter through a strainer into a small bowl. Do not disturb the residue at the bottom of the pan.
The brown butter can be stored in the refrigerator and reheated in a microwave as needed.
Boil the pasta of choice until al dente.
Drain pasta and divide into four servings.
Sprinkle 1/4 cup Mizithra cheese over each pasta serving.
Top with 1/4 cup hot brown butter.
The reason why
Musical Chairs for Banks; The Music STOPS tomorrow
Monday, March 11, 2024, Banks may get a deadly dose of reality; the Federal Reserve will cease the Bank Term Funding Program (BTFP) which will stop making new loans.
During a period of stress last spring, the Bank Term Funding Program helped assure the stability of the banking system and provide support for the economy. After March 11, banks and other depository institutions will continue to have ready access to the discount window to meet liquidity needs.
As the program ends, the interest rate applicable to new BTFP loans has been adjusted such that the rate on new loans extended from now through program expiration will be no lower than the interest rate on reserve balances in effect on the day the loan is made. This rate adjustment ensures that the BTFP continues to support the goals of the program in the current interest rate environment. This change is effective immediately. All other terms of the program are unchanged.
The BTFP was established under Section 13(3) of the Federal Reserve Act, with approval of the Treasury Secretary.
When the BTFP stops, banks will not longer be able to borrow from the Fed based upon value-at-maturity of US Treasuries and other assets they hold. So if the banks cannot borrow from the fed to meet their cash needs, how will they get the cash?
Put simply, the game of musical chairs for banks will see the music stop tomorrow. Which Bank(s) will find themselves without a chair, and thus lose?
What does a man and a woman want
What is the most disturbing thing your ex did after you broke up with them?
Actually she divorced me after being together 20 years. She did the normal dirty tricks…wiping out the bank account before I was served papers…leaving me flat broke. I have a medicine I cant live without. She had me removed from her health insurance as soon as divorce papers were served, and I had no health insurance of my own. The medicine is prohibitively expensive without insurance and I scrambled to straighten things out before I missed enough doses to sicken and die. I later found out she started paying premiums on a $100,000 life insurance policy that I thought had lapsed a year earlier when I lost my job and couldn’t pay the bill. She had brow-beaten me to get the insurance at the start of our marriage. I realized she had set me up to die and intended to collect my life insurance payout while playing the grieving ex. Unfortunately for her, I had filled out a change of address to a p.o. box and since the statement came under my name, it diverted to my box along with the rest of my mail. I was able to have the password changed and blocked her from the account as I cashed in the policy for 26k. That money saved my life, I bought a motorhome to live in until I could save up a down payment for a house and purchased my meds until my new life insurance took effect. The policy she demanded I enroll in so she might profit from my untimely death, ended up costing her money while saving me from certain death.
What were the last words you heard someone say before they died?
My mother married my stepfather when I was a teenager. We had a somewhat difficult relationship although it was readily apparent that he adored my mother and treated her very well. I tried to get along with him as best I could because I knew that I would eventually be moving out and my mother would need a partner. After a decade or so into their marriage his health declined. He had developed leukemia-induced anemia that was complicated by Crohn’s disease. After several years of painful existence and numerous hospital stays and blood transfusions he found himself in the ICU. His red blood cell count was critically low and he needed another transfusion or he would die within a few days. He decided he had had enough. He refused treatment so that he could pass away and be relieved of his pain. He went in and out of consciousness over those last two days. A priest had come to read him his last rites. His oxygen mask was at full capacity.
At one point I stood alone beside his bed and he mustered up enough strength to speak. He told me “take care of your body and read a lot of books on different subjects”. I acknowledged him. He added, “and take care of your mother”. He then slipped back into unconsciousness and the nurse asked that I leave the room and give him a break. I never heard him speak again. Those last words only reaffirmed to me what a great husband my mother had found, for in his last moments he was still concerned about her welfare.
That night my mother and I were in the waiting room at two in the morning when the nurse came to tell us that it was his time. We went into his ICU room, stood by his bedside, and watched on the monitor as his heart rate steadily dropped off to zero and his chest eased down to a stop. My mother looked down at him and said “what an amazing man, thank you for 17 wonderful years of marriage”. RIP Stan
I went to a restaurant of a nationality different from mine. After I sat down, the manager said “sorry, but we do not wish to serve you in our restaurant”. What should I do?
This actually happened to me. I’m an American who went to school for bit at Richmond College in England. At one point, several classmates and I went on an educational trip to Paris with chaperones and teachers. (Most of us were in our junior year of high school, and still technically children.) We spoke very little French, yet for the most part we found the people in Paris to be charming, and very kind to us. Most people, but not all.
One day, a friend and I were walking back to the dorms we were staying in. We were without a chaperone. We were hungry, so we stopped in a very small cafe in what seemed to be a quiet and lovely neighborhood. It was obvious when we first walked in that everyone seemed to know everyone, and they did not know us. There were no other places to eat anywhere near our location, and we were starving, so we decided to stay.
We were refused a table. When we brought out our money so that they would understand that we were serious customers, the owner reluctantly let us sit at the counter, but not at a table. She also refused to show us a menu, and simply brought us soup with very unusual animal parts in it. These were body parts that I had no idea a person could actually consume, and most of the parts appeared to be raw. We silently looked at each other confused. The owner of the cafe, and every customer, glared at us.
Finally, and shockingly, my friend started eating the broth. I tried and tried to remain pleasant and polite so that I would not be another bad example of an American tourist, yet finally I could no longer handle the situation. I burst out with laughter. Soon we were both laughing hysterically. We were then yelled at, and thrown out after paying a huge price for whatever that was we were served.
Sadly, my brave friend who ate the broth had to miss two days of sightseeing and school due to an unfortunate case of gastroenteritis.
So, to answer your question directly, if you are not wanted in a restaurant, run!
Has a cop ever said something to you which was completely unexpected?
Twenty years ago I moved across the country. When I got to my new state, I dragged my heels at getting new license plates. I am embarrassed to say how far I exceeded the grace period. A cop I worked with at school reminded me gently that our particular state had pretty stiff penalties for expired tags and I should take care of it before I got pulled over. I wish I had heeded her warning.
I never got a notice in the mail, but sure enough, I did get pulled over. The cop was polite and told me why I had been stopped, then returned to his squad car to run my info.
He came back. “Are you aware you license has been suspended?
“WHAT??!!” I was not.
He was puzzled. “Do you owe child support or something?”
“No.” I was upset at this point, not with him but the situation. I have never been in trouble with the law.
He was obviously perplexed. “They don’t normally suspend a license for expired tags. Huh.” He wrote out a warning.
When it was time to leave, I said “Sir…with an expired license, how will I get home?”
He shrugged. “If I drive off first, how will I know if you’re driving?”
He was very kind. However, the legal system was not. I had to jump through a lot of expensive hoops to get things cleared up. All of it could have easily been avoided. Renew your tags, everyone.
What are the biggest facepalm moments you have ever experienced?
A pizza delivery driver in his mid 20s (me….20 years ago) knocks on the door of an apartment, a few minutes go by and the door opens. As it swings open a cloud of VERY aromatic smoke rolls out and the man of the house says in a Bob Bitchin’ (PhD, MA, BA and a BMF besides) voice,
“Yeah, what is it?”
“I have your pizzas.”
“How much are they?”
“$20.87”
He hands me $30 asks for a $5 back, takes his change, and shuts the door. Nonplussed, I knock again. A couple of minutes goes by and the same man answered the door.
“Yeah, what is it?”
“I still have your pizzas.”
“How much are they?”
Now here I paused, and considered, until finally…
“$20.87”
He reaches in his pocket, gets his wallet out, looks inside and says,
“Give me a minute.”
Another 5 or 6 minutes go by and I see him talking with the 4 other people sitting around the TV. A collection occurs. He finally returns to the door and hands me $20.87 in the form of a single $5, eight $1 s, and the other $7.87 in mixed change. He then apologizes saying,
“Sorry about all the change, and no tip, I swear I had $30 around here but I can’t find it.”
To this day, I cannot help but smack my forehead when I think about it.
Edit- Thanks to all. I hope it gave you a bit of joy.
“NO WAY” TikTok Videos Viewers Are Struggling To Explain
Guys, this is a whole new world. And there are changes and revolutions and adjustments everywhere. But you will see, in the next month or so of my posts that the AI revolution is here. And it is both awesome and frightening.
Today, consider the text to video technology that is out there.
Six videos. Watch all of them. You will know when you watch them why I am so freaking out. Imagine what a desperate, corrupt and evil government or corporation could do with this technology!!!!!
-MM
We start with an overview. The next three videos…
AI Generated Videos Just Changed Forever
No shit!
Can you tell what’s real? – AI Generated Videos
You Can’t Trust Any Video Anymore… (OpenAI Sora)
Now, lets really get into the details of Sora.
Amazing!
OpenAI Sora: All Demo Videos with Prompts | Upscaled 4K
And, guys… that’s not all!
It’s a race with everyone competing against each other…
Massive Midjourney V6 Update: Consistent Style is Finally Here!
Image to Video Comparison: Pika vs Runway | Who Wins?