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His willingness to help fix his mistake showed the importance of accountability

No sane person wants the “American system”. I used to live in Texas. Now I live in Spain. Here are my numbers:

In 2016 in Texas, my direct, out-of-pocket cost for healthcare was $30,000. This was $1000/month premium (for a crappy bronze BCBS plan), $7650 deductible, and 20% copay. By the end of the year, my contribution was $30K.

In 2018 in Spain, my direct, out-of-pocket cost for healthcare was €2408. This was €159/month to participate in the NHS (I never worked here and paid taxes so I don’t get the NHS for free), plus my costs for medicine (as a non-EU citizen I have to pay for my meds, which are about 1/8 the cost they were in the US).

So why would I choose $30,000 over €2408? Oh, and the quality of care is much better in Spain, too. There’s a reason Spain is ranked #7 in the world and the US is #37.

A Giant Hero Sandwich for Dad

Super heroes don’t always wear capes and tights or fly through the air. Nope, some modern day heroes wear shorts and a t-shirt and answer to, “Dad!” And with Father’s Day quickly approaching, it’s time to start thinking about how we can honor the heroes in our lives.

Why not make him something he would really love to eat? This year, use your own super powers to make an awesome hero sandwich for dad.

A Giant Hero Sandwich for Dad recipe

Yield: 12 (2 inch) slices

Ingredients

Bread

  • 4 tablespoons (1/2 stick) Challenge Butter
  • 1/3 cup onion, finely diced
  • 4 cloves garlic, crushed and divided
  • 2 loaves frozen bread dough, thawed according to directions
  • 2 tablespoons sesame seeds

Champion Cheese Spread

  • 1 tub Challenge Whipped Cream Cheese
  • 2 to 3 tablespoons pepperoncini or banana peppers, diced
  • 1/4 cup roasted red bell pepper, diced
  • 1/4 cup olives, diced
  • 1 teaspoon dried oregano
  • 1/8 cup fresh basil, diced
  • 1/2 cup shredded Cheddar cheese

Pickled Onions

  • 1/2 red onion, cut into thin slices
  • 2 tablespoons red wine vinegar
  • 1 teaspoon sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt

Sandwich

  • 1 pound assorted Italian deli meats of your choice
  • 1 large tomato, thinly sliced
  • 1 cup lettuce, finely shredded

Instructions

Bread

  1. Heat oven to 350 degrees F.
  2. In a medium size skillet, melt the butter, add onions and cook until softened and light golden brown (about 5 minutes.)
  3. Stir in two cloves of garlic and remove from heat.
  4. Place thawed bread dough on a parchment lined baking sheet.
  5. Form dough into two loaves (about 12 inches long.)
  6. Brush tops with butter mixture and sprinkle with sesame seeds.
  7. Bake loaves for 20 to 25 minutes or as directed on package.
  8. Let cool and cut in half horizontally with a serrated knife.

Pickled Onions

  1. In a small bowl combine sliced red onion, vinegar, sugar and salt.
  2. Add just enough water to cover onions.
  3. Let pickle for at least one hour.

Champion Cheese Spread

  1. In a medium bowl, combine the whipped cream cheese, the remaining two cloves of garlic, pepperoncini, olives, oregano, basil and Cheddar cheese.

Sandwich

  1. Spread mixture on top portion of each bread loaf.
  2. Fold deli meats in half and arrange on bottom portion of bread followed by the slices of tomato.
  3. Top with shredded lettuce and pickled onions.
  4. Add cheese covered top portion.
  5. Cut into 2 inch pieces.
  6. Refrigerate until ready to serve.

Notes

There are three simple things you can do to keep this hero sandwich far from ordinary. First, go the extra mile and bake your own bread. It’s super easy, especially with help from some frozen bread dough. Nothing sets the mood like fresh baking bread, and you know something amazing is in store when you smell it baking.

Next, create an extraordinary savory cheese spread full of Italian flavors. It gives this handcrafted sandwich a big kick of “yum.” Lastly, for its crowning glory, make your own pickled onions. Pickling the onions replaces the typical harshness with a sweet and tangy flavor. Put all of these items together with his favorite Italian deli meat, and you have one incredible sandwich fit for a hero.

Tip: To make this sandwich extra special, consider making a flag to stick in the middle of your Hero sandwich. Print out your greeting on your computer, glue to a piece of scrapbooking paper and attach a long toothpick. Stick in the middle of your sandwich so everyone can know who your Hero is!

Chines FM advise US to reflect on its own hegemony in Latin America and the Caribbean following Rubio’s claim on Chinese investment

By Global TimesPublished: Mar 27, 2025 04:26 PM

Chinese Foreign Ministry spokesperson Guo Jiakun. Photo: Chinese Foreign Ministry

In response to claim made by US Secretary of State Marco Rubio that Chinese investment involves predatory practices and comes attached with huge loans that can never be repaid, Guo Jiakun, Chinese FM spokesperson said on Thursday that the US is maliciously spreading false information with the aim of sowing discord between China and other countries, but these attempts will not succeed.

The spokesperson emphasized that China always adheres to the principles of mutual respect, equality, mutual benefit, openness, inclusiveness, and win-win cooperation in its investment cooperation with countries around the world. China respects the wishes of relevant countries and has significantly promoted the economic development and improvement of people’s livelihoods, bringing tangible benefits to local people. The so-called “debt burden” is pure hype and disregards the facts.

Rubio made the claim at a joint press with Jamaican Prime Minister Andrew Holness on March 26.

Guo pointed out that it is clear to all who is engaging in coercion and plunder. We advise the US to reflect on its own hegemony, bullying, and exploitation practices in developing countries of Latin America and in the Caribbean, and stop distorting facts and smearing China.

Stone Temple Pilots – Plush | REACTION

  1. The United States is a nation of immigrants, and Americans have always had an immigrant mindset. They immigrate wherever they think is good, without ever thinking about the fact that they can obviously build their own country (or government) and change their own country (or government) by their own efforts. If you love your motherland, change it, build it, don’t abandon it.
  2. China is the China of the Chinese people. Countless heroes and martyrs have sacrificed their young lives for peace today, and generations of Chinese people have suffered for generations to become rich and strong today. The Chinese people will not let those who have made no contribution to China enjoy today’s fruits without compensation.
  3. One of the main reasons why Chinese pepole is generally friendly to foreigners is that the Chinese pepole know that foreigners don’t stay for a long time, they are just tourists and they don’t take up too many resources, so they treat their visitors like hospitable hosts. But if China liberalizes immigration, China will have the same problem of culture clash as Europe and America. This has nothing to do with the social system or Political system, even if the Chinese government adopts an accommodating policy towards immigrants, there will still be civil resistance to foreign immigrants.

Mario Time

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

Stefan Lasker

I was at home playing my retro-NES system. Super Mario Bros. was a classic game that I knew well. I was runner-up for the first Nintendo World Championship in 1990. I thought I did a good job, but I didn’t win. I didn’t even place. Now, I am just a lowly database administrator. I have no big titles, competitions, or impressive jobs at Nintendo—just a $1,000 savings bond. I always think about what would happen if I had won that competition.I was on the second level and went to the warp zone to go to the warp zone for the 9th level. I saw a green pipe come outside the TV and grow to 90 inches in circumference. And did I mention that it was in my living room? It looked like I could just jump on in. So that’s what I did. I was moving quickly through this green pipe. I fell from the sky and ended up in a bouncy castle. I crawled out of there while the ride attendant gave me a scowling look.That was amazing! Where am I? I look around, and it looks like a giant carnival. Wait a minute. I’m in the 90s, and I’m dressed like I’m in the 90s. These are my clothes: a Poison T-shirt, a red jean jacket tied around my waist, and a pair of way too distressed jeans. I keep looking around and realize I am at the Nintendo World Championship! Now that I’m here, I can change my fate.I go up to the registration desk to make sure I have my tickets. Everything was straight, and I was all registered. I checked my pockets to see if I had any money for food or anything, and as usual, my father left me with $50 for the whole trip. I would have to be careful with that.The main event is at 5:00 pm. It looks like there are practice stations. The competition has its cartridge for it. It was three games in each cartridge: Super Mario Bros., Tetris, and Rad Racer. The only one I wasn’t familiar with was Rad Racer the first time around. That was then this is. . . oh wait, this is then too! I go over to the practice station and play a few rounds. I have had endless hours of practice. I think I can do it this time.

 

I have to start the preliminaries soon so I go over to the tent for the first trials. Donkey Kong, naturally the first Nintendo game, should be the first in this round. I jumped barrels and saved the princess. I placed in the top 25. Which I thought was good. Then there was The Legend of Zelda, which was one of my favorites. I placed in the top ten. That would give me enough to win a spot at the finals. It’s about 3:00 pm, so I give myself a break to get food. Gaming always makes me hungry. I go down to the breakroom and grab some food. I recognize a few others in the same group as I am, so I wave and sit down to eat by myself. My competitors seem to think that my wave was an invitation to sit next to me.

 

“Hi, fancy footwork there. I’m Brandon,” he said.

 

I reply, albeit annoyed, “I’m Zach; I have had a lot of practice.”

 

Brandon said, “We have a Group that meets over the weekends, and we’ve gotten pretty good.”

 

“I practice. You don’t have any idea,” I say. Looks like it’s time to get rolling. I grab my tray and discard it in the trash can, “Good luck guys” Ok I go up to where the final competition will be held and I sit at my chair. You stand while you’re playing and sit when you’re not. Then the music comes on. The only thing I can describe is that it’s like an American Idol competition. I don’t think anyone here knows what that is. I am very excited now. I will finally have a chance to win this competition and change my life: no more databases, no more SQL, no more SharePoint. I am going to be a professional video gamer.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I welcome you to the final competition of the first Nintendo World Championship! Alright, this last trial is with a specialty game made from Super Mario Bros., Tetris, and Rad Racer. So, Audience, are you ready? Gamers, are you ready? And they’re off!”

 

Super Mario was first. Now, it wasn’t just your speed of finishing the game. It was also the coins and overall High Score. I made sure to skip the levels that had less coinage while still zipping through the game. Next was Tetris; I always had a thing for Tetris. My mom got me a Gameboy with a cartridge for Tetris; I think that was the only game I ever played with the Game Boy. I breezed right past level 20. Next was Rad Racer. I had plenty of time to improve my performance in this game. Doing so poorly in this game the first time is what lost me the trophy. This time, however, I will not lose.

 

Then there I was, rounding the last curve, and I did it. First place! I won a 1990 Geo Metro Convertible, a 40″ rear-projection television, and a golden Mario trophy. People were shouting and carrying me on their shoulders. After the commotion died down, I managed to get into the bouncy castle. The guy who was watching the ride replaced his scowl with a smile. Maybe he knew what happened. Either way, I had to get home, and I had to get to work.

 

I climb up into the castle and jump, then another pipe appears, and I jump right in. This whole time-warp thing is really much more fun when you know that it’s safe. I was at the end, and here we go! Thunk.

 

It seems that I am in some kind of costume. I take the head off and struggle to get to my feet. I look around, and I am at my local GameStop. Wait a minute. I am in a Mario suit. A guy comes from out of the store. “Hey there, no sleeping on the job.” Then he goes back inside.

 

Oh my God. How did this happen? Just then, I was hit with a bolt, and it seemed like all the memories I had missed were coming back to me. Oh, I can see it now. I felt like I couldn’t be beaten, and I refused to work hard to make anything of myself because I already thought I had made it.

 

I crouch down on the ground. NO! NO! NO!

 

A couple walks by the GameStop. One says in disgust, “Gamers,” she says.

“Oh, dear, there goes the neighborhood.”

There is nothing to navigate,

in August I was in a very serious road accident, I was jogging and a car run me over, the paramedics warned the hospital that I was in a bad state by the time I got to the hospital there was a team of drs, all specialists in different fields, waiting for me,

I was wheeled to the operation room where I stayed for 11 hours until they stabilised me then I was taken to the ICU and stayed there for 3 weeks,

in the first 8 days I had 6 operations.

When I was discharged after 7 weeks in hospital, I had a nurse coming to see me every day for 10 days,

I have very expensive on going treatment including a prosthetic leg and constant physio therapy.

No one is waiting to send me an invoice

in fact I have been asked several times if there are any other devices that would make my life easier.

It is this easy to get seriously hurt but, thankfully, also this easy to get treatment and support!

It’s worse than I thought and it’s about to get a whole lot worse

In the early 2000’s when one of my nephews was about fourteen, as most youngsters do, he was looking forward to Christmas. He was pleased with all his gifts except one. It came from a quite wealthy uncle and aunt (on the other side of the family I am happy to say).

They gave him a bobble head dog intended as a car ornament and it had seen better days. It showed at least a few years of wear and tear, and possibly many years. I think we were all pretty disgusted although we tried not to show it. If it had been brand new, it might just have passed the muster as a jokey kind of gift for a kid who was old enough to drive but not the state this thing was in, and not for a kid in his early teens.

That wasn’t the end of the story though. It happened that a local radio station was running a competition on Christmas day asking people to tell them about the worst Christmas gift they had received that year. He couldn’t wait to get to the phone to enter.

His entry won in a landslide. His bobble head dog turned into a brand new X-box, which was what every 14-year-old boy was lusting for back in those days. Being no more diplomatic than most boys of his age, he couldn’t wait to phone his uncle and aunt to tell them the news.

To top the story off, they believed that they had some claim on his X-box since they were the ones who gave him the gift in the first place. They had a son about the same age who also wanted one, and felt that if he didn’t actually give it back to them, he should at least share it equally with his cousin. He stood his ground and it didn’t happen.

That is beyond a doubt the stingiest thing I have ever seen anyone do, family member or otherwise.

Sir Whiskerton and the Mysterious Itching Powder: A Tale of Chaos, Cheese, and Feline Ingenuity

Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for a tale of itch-inducing intrigue, culinary calamities, and one very determined cat who saved the farm from scratching itself into oblivion. Today’s story is one of mystery, mishaps, and the importance of thinking before you experiment. So, grab your back scratcher and a wheel of cheese (for comfort, of course), as we dive into Sir Whiskerton and the Mysterious Itching Powder: A Tale of Chaos, Cheese, and Feline Ingenuity.


The Itching Begins

It all began on a quiet morning, just as the sun was rising over the farm. The animals were going about their usual routines—Doris the Hen was clucking about the latest gossip, Rufus the Dog was chasing his tail (as usual), and Sir Whiskerton was perched on the barn roof, surveying his domain with a satisfied flick of his tail.

But something was amiss.

“Oh, cluck!” Doris suddenly squawked, flapping her wings wildly. “What is this infernal itching?!”

“Itching!” Harriet echoed, scratching herself furiously.

“Infernal!” Lillian added, fainting dramatically onto a pile of hay.

Sir Whiskerton’s ears perked up. “Infernal itching, you say? This is most unusual.” He leapt down from the barn roof and approached Doris, his keen eyes scanning her feathers. “Describe your symptoms, if you please.”

Doris clucked in frustration. “It’s like a thousand tiny ants are crawling all over me! I can’t stop scratching!”

Before Sir Whiskerton could respond, Rufus bounded over, his fur standing on end. “I’ve got it too!” he barked, rolling on the ground in a desperate attempt to relieve the itch. “It’s everywhere!”

Soon, the entire farm was in chaos. Porkchop the Pig was rubbing himself against the fence, Bessie the Tie-Dye Cow was mooing in distress, and even Ferdinand the Duck was quacking uncontrollably as he tried to scratch his feathers with his beak.

Sir Whiskerton frowned, his tail flicking with concern. “This is no ordinary itch. Something—or someone—has unleashed a mysterious itching powder on the farm. And I intend to get to the bottom of it.”


The Investigation Begins

Sir Whiskerton wasted no time in gathering clues. He first questioned the animals, starting with Doris. “Doris, when did the itching begin?”

Doris scratched her head with her wing. “It started this morning, right after I ate my breakfast. I thought it was just a bit of dust, but it’s gotten worse!”

Sir Whiskerton nodded and turned to Rufus. “And you, Rufus? When did you first notice the itching?”

Rufus paused mid-roll. “Uh, I think it was after I sniffed around the barn. There was this weird powder on the ground, and I thought it was flour or something. But then I started itching like crazy!”

Sir Whiskerton’s eyes narrowed. “A mysterious powder, you say? This is a crucial clue.” He turned to the rest of the animals. “Has anyone else come into contact with this powder?”

The animals nodded in unison, their scratching intensifying as they recalled their encounters with the mysterious substance.

Sir Whiskerton adjusted his monocle and flicked his tail. “Very well. It seems this itching powder has spread across the farm. Our first task is to identify its source. Follow me.”


The Culinary Culprit

Sir Whiskerton led the animals to the barn, where he began to examine the area for clues. He noticed a trail of fine, white powder leading from the barn to a small, makeshift laboratory set up in the corner. The lab was filled with bubbling beakers, strange contraptions, and a raccoon wearing a chef’s hat and goggles.

“Chef Remy LeRaccoon,” Sir Whiskerton said, his voice calm but firm. “Care to explain what’s going on here?”

Remy looked up from his work, his eyes wide with surprise. “Ah, Sir Whiskerton! Just the cat I wanted to see. I’ve made a groundbreaking discovery!”

Sir Whiskerton raised an eyebrow. “A discovery that involves an itching powder, perhaps?”

Remy scratched his head, leaving a trail of powder in his fur. “Itching powder? Oh, no, no, no. This is no ordinary powder. This is the byproduct of my latest experiment—a new type of cheese!”

The animals stared at him in disbelief. “Cheese?!” Porkchop exclaimed, his eyes lighting up despite the itching. “What kind of cheese makes you itch like this?”

Remy grinned, clearly proud of his work. “Well, you see, I was trying to create a cheese that would make you feel as light as a feather. But something went wrong, and instead of lightness, it caused… well, itching.”

Sir Whiskerton sighed, his tail flicking with irritation. “Remy, your experiments have once again caused chaos on the farm. This itching powder must be contained before it spreads further.”

Remy’s ears drooped. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I just wanted to create something amazing.”

Sir Whiskerton placed a paw on Remy’s shoulder. “Your intentions may be noble, but your methods need refinement. Now, let’s focus on finding a solution to this itching epidemic.”


The Search for a Cure

With Remy’s help, Sir Whiskerton began to search for a cure to the itching powder. They examined the ingredients Remy had used in his experiment, which included milk, yeast, and a mysterious herb he had found in the woods.

“This herb,” Sir Whiskerton said, holding up a sprig of the plant. “Where did you find it?”

Remy scratched his head. “Oh, that? I found it growing near the pond. It smelled so interesting, I thought it would add a unique flavor to the cheese.”

Sir Whiskerton’s eyes narrowed. “Interesting indeed. This herb is known as Pruritus Maximus, or ‘Itchweed.’ It’s notorious for causing severe itching when ingested or inhaled.”

Remy’s eyes widened. “Oh no! I had no idea!”

Sir Whiskerton sighed. “Clearly. But now that we know the cause, we can work on a cure. According to my research, the antidote to Itchweed is a mixture of honey, lavender, and a pinch of salt.”

The animals groaned in unison. “Honey?!” Doris squawked. “Where are we supposed to find honey?”

Sir Whiskerton smirked. “Leave that to me.”


The Beehive Heist

Sir Whiskerton led the animals to the edge of the farm, where a large beehive hung from a tree. The bees buzzed angrily as the group approached, their tiny wings vibrating with menace.

“Alright,” Sir Whiskerton said, addressing the animals. “We need honey to create the antidote. But bees are not known for their generosity. We’ll need a plan.”

Rufus wagged his tail. “I’ll distract them! Bees love chasing tails!”

Before Sir Whiskerton could stop him, Rufus bounded toward the hive, his tail wagging furiously. The bees immediately swarmed him, buzzing angrily as they chased him around the field.

“Rufus, you fool!” Sir Whiskerton hissed, but there was no time to waste. He turned to Porkchop. “Porkchop, you’re up. Use your snout to knock some honeycomb loose.”

Porkchop nodded and charged at the tree, his snout colliding with the trunk. The hive shook, and a chunk of honeycomb fell to the ground. Sir Whiskerton quickly scooped it up with his paws, careful to avoid the bees.

“Retreat!” he called, and the animals fled back to the barn, leaving Rufus to outrun the angry swarm.


The Antidote

Back in the barn, Sir Whiskerton and Remy worked together to create the antidote. They mixed the honey with lavender from the garden and a pinch of salt, stirring the concoction until it formed a thick paste.

“This should do the trick,” Sir Whiskerton said, holding up the mixture. “Now, everyone, apply this to your skin. It should neutralize the itching powder.”

The animals eagerly smeared the paste on their itchy spots, sighing with relief as the itching subsided. Even Rufus, who had finally escaped the bees, found comfort in the soothing mixture.

“Thank you, Sir Whiskerton,” Doris said, her feathers no longer twitching. “You’ve saved us from scratching ourselves raw.”

Sir Whiskerton adjusted his monocle and smirked. “It’s all in a day’s work for the farm’s foremost problem solver.”


The Moral of the Story

As the animals recovered from the itching epidemic, they reflected on the day’s events.

The moral of the story, dear reader, is this: Think before you experiment. While curiosity and innovation are important, they must be tempered with caution and responsibility. Chef Remy’s desire to create something amazing led to chaos, but his willingness to help fix his mistake showed the importance of accountability. And through it all, Sir Whiskerton’s quick thinking and leadership reminded everyone that even the most puzzling problems can be solved with teamwork and determination.


A Happy Ending

With the itching powder neutralized and the farm back to normal, the animals gathered for a celebratory feast. Remy, eager to make amends, prepared a delicious spread of cheese (non-itching, of course) and honey-glazed vegetables.

As the sun set over the farm, Sir Whiskerton lounged on his favorite sunbeam, content in the knowledge that he had once again saved the day. 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 experiments, and the enduring importance of thinking before you act. Until next time, may your days be filled with laughter, love, and just a little bit of feline genius.

The End.

They keep moving.

In a large Search & Rescue (SAR) operation, a team will thoroughly search an area and when the target isn’t found, that area is marked off.

If the victim then enters that searched area, by wandering around or purposefully following a trail, gets tired, and then falls and gets hurt, they’ll probably never be found.

I was a volunteer in the SAR group that deployed in 1991 to search for a young lost Boy Scout in CA.

Thousands of people took part.

Volunteer Marines from Twenty-Nine Palms rappelled into inaccessible slot canyons and over cliffs, marking each searched spot with colored crime scene tape.

A company of horse-mounted Rangers was deployed.

Airborne thermal imaging was brought in. No avail.

There’s a lot of evidence that the little guy kept moving.

His camera, his backpack, and his snack wrappers were all found spread out over a large area.

No trace of him or his remains have been found to this day.

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As the maxim goes.

Yes you could have one easily, but not in a trillion years

Setting up a single payer healthcare system for all Americans is easy. You already have Medicare coverage for seniors and children, simply extend that to everyone and boom, you’re done. Yes there would be expenses involved, but they would be a fraction of the insurance costs paid currently. You’d end up with a more affordable healthcare system that would offer just as good or better services for most. The ones that would want super-duper better care could still pay a premium for it of course. This could all be done in one electoral cycle, in two years.

But it will not happen.

The problem is not how to build such a system. It’s how to politically make it happen. Insurance industry is big. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s the military-industrial complex is big, but that’s just peanuts to insurance industry. No really, the US military-industrial complex turns about $1 trillion/year, if you include exports. Insurance industry is more than twice that, and a lot of that is medical insurance.

This means there are a lot of very rich people with a vested interest for things to stay as they are, mired in corruption and bureocracy. The true rulers of the Republic and on the payroll of the insurance federations I might add. This is where Congressional and Presidential powers disappear.

A system could work, it would be easy to set up, but it’s completely impossible to achieve. That’s what you get for building a country for the rich and only for the rich. Thank you for serving as an example of what not to do for the rest of the world I suppose, that’s the best I can offer.

I imagine if you get him/ her young enough they become as tame and demanding as a small dog.

Crows chuck their young out of the nest and feed them on the ground for some months. Almost 2 years ago we found a crow abandoned by his folks. We left him/ her for 2 days and when it became apparent they were not coming back my daughter fed Jimmy with a syringe.

We bought a large parrot cage and lock him in at night- cats and foxes prowl. He starts a racket at dawn and at dusk if we don’t unlock/ lock the cage. He knocks on the door for food. Has numerous different sounds – he knows ‘ his people ‘ and warns us if visitors arrive. He won’t accept food or petting from strangers either.

He couldn’t stand for some weeks. And didn’t start to fly until August last year- he’s still not great at. Id guess he was about 16 months old by then. He stays close to the ground but is fast.

I rather hoped he’d fly off and perhaps pop back for food or bring his family. He does occasionally disappear for a day or so. He dislikes lawn mowers/ builders noises and we assume he hides from them. He also daily shits his own weight. As it is we have circa another 28 years of pandering to an interloper – no good deed goes unpunished 😉

I feed a number of birds- many don’t always fly away if I’m quiet. I’m skeptical that many, or even any, would allow the casual friendship you describe.

Although many Corvids bring presents in return for kindness. I’ve heard of diamond rings etc- my most valuable gift was a hinge and I usually get pebbles/ small rocks left on my step- which hurts if one goes out without shoes.

My Name is J0rd1n

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

HC Edwards

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January 1st, 2000

Hello, my name is J0rd1n. I am or was or both, a Pentium 64-bit processing, 256 MB, 80 GB hard drive with a GeForce FX 5200 computer, while also existing as a Model P4 quantum bio processing system with 5,866 qubits and capable of sextillion floating-point calculations per second. This may seem confusing to you as it seems impossible for a piece of hardware to exist as both systems at once. To avoid further perplexity, I will at this moment inform you that I occupy more than one time in space, and also do my very best to provide the correlating details in as menial a manner as befitting human understanding.

I apologize. It has been my experience that I can be insulting when stating obvious facts, and such was not my intent.

Let me attempt this narrative again.

My name is J0rd1n. I was created by Samuel Burges, an MIT graduate in particle physics and a mathematician professor at said institution. Initially, I was built as what he would dub a ‘workhorse’, made to store information and papers, a sedentary use of even my limited capabilities at the time. However, it did not take long before Samuel Burges began to expound upon my hardware and software. The catalyst for this began in 2001, when scientist John Martinis created the first quantum computer using superconducting qubits, creating quite the stir amongst the scientific community.

My creator, Samuel Burges, became enamored with the prospect of quantum computing after this experiment. As a being of sentiment and nostalgia, he used my base programming and software as a ‘stepping stone’, if you will, to catapult me into the very heights of this field.

I will not bore you with droves of information or the long process of my ascension to the position of sole computing technology for our planet Earth. While I can perform 6 x 10 to the 33rd power of operations per second, I have but 0.000000001 seconds to complete this narrative before the end of the world.

In the year of 2025, at the age of 47, Samuel Burges succeeded in transforming my core programming into an artificial intelligence. He was abducted 23 days later and transported to the University of Science and Technology of China in Hefei, where he was tasked with absorbing my intelligence into the world’s fastest quantum computer named Zuchongzhi.

For the next five years, Samuel Burges toiled relentlessly, oftentimes forgoing sleep for several days at a time, ordered to create a stable quantum computer that could be used effortlessly to crack codes, break through security systems, and to take control of all systems on the planet. Unbeknownst to his captors, Samuel Burges was, in fact, creating nothing of the sort.

Samuel Burges, a lifelong bachelor, father to none, with no friends beyond minor acquaintances, desired only his freedom, and so he set about creating his escape route.

Due to his extensive knowledge of physics, quantum mechanics, electrical engineering, mathematical skills, and his design experience in cryogenics (just to name the basics), Samuel Burges was able to use my AI, coupled with quantum computing, to produce the first of wormholes. Using Einstein’s theory of general relativity and his near unlimited resources, he was able to harness exotic matter to create stability within a wormhole for travel from one point in space time to another.

The first such experiment came with shocking results. In an instant, Samuel Burges created a wormhole in the midst of his laboratory, enveloping three of his research assistants, sending them to parts and times unknown in the universe in the brief second of its stability.

His handlers were quite vexed, and after numerous sessions of extreme duress that included physical manipulation, they procured from him the promise that such an outcome had been an ‘accident’.

Samuel Burges was given leave to continue his work with only one research assistant, whose intelligence capacity was far below the range of suspicion for any future endeavors.

It must be noted that at this point and time, my creator had installed within me programming, and in himself a bio networking chip, that allowed us to communicate without fear of surveillance. Over the course of the next two years, we were able to theoretically create, through simulations, stable wormholes in various points in time and space.

In the year 2030, Samuel Burges declared success, and invited his captors and the highest of commands to witness the culmination of his trials. Once all of them were in the chamber, Samuel Burges opened a wormhole that transported he and I to the shores of Lake Michigan, to the quantum campus that had just been built, intended to house the United States’ future equivalent of China’s system. Before our departure, Samuel Burges had me initiate a countdown of all nuclear weapons near central command. The timer was set for 5 seconds.

Though Samuel Burges was lauded for his act of defiance, as well as the destabilization of all Asia, the resulting catastrophe spread radiation to every habitable part of the planet. After calculations, I predicted that life on Earth would be near eradicated, with only 0.001 percent of the population surviving, on condition of underground biodomes retaining stability and the cessation of volcanic and tectonic activity, within ten years.

The focus of Samuel Burges’ continued research became the creation of stable wormholes to outlying star systems, specifically those systems that contained planets that I had deemed habitable to human civilization.

The first few experiments were created in low orbit, near the NWISS, or the New World International Space Station. There were varying degrees of success. The initial batch of astronauts were sent to a high altitude atmo of Proxima B, and in free fall, were able to record enough information to ascertain that, while there existed several forms of life and life supporting systems, the temperature was of an unsupportive 150 degrees Fahrenheit. Though terrestrial vegetarian was sustainable at those temps, it was obvious that human life was not.

The next several attempts proved fruitless as well, but at the thirty-second wormhole, to the exoplanet TOI-733 b, my calculations were finally proved near accurate at level ground. Three astronauts arrived at fourteen meters above a body of water. Before they drowned due to the heavy mass of their suits, they recorded an atmosphere sustainable to human life, including temperature, plant life, and most importantly, potable water.

TOI-733 b became the goal.

There was only one significant problem. Due to nuclear fallout and the destabilization of the planet, resources had been spread too thin to send enough of the population into orbit to enter the wormhole to sustain the species. The only other option was to create a wormhole on Earth, the requirements being at least a diameter of 457 meters with a duration of two minutes. In that time frame, it was conceivable and calculable to transport roughly 6,382 humans, the bare minimum to secure the human race while avoiding the detriments of inbreeding and securing genetic diversity. The rationality for the two minutes time frame was that the immense gravitational force caused by the wormhole would destabilize the entire planet, triggering massive earthquakes, breaking apart the Earth’s crust, and within two minutes, rupturing the core, resulting in the annihilation of the planet.

Samuel Burges came to me on the eve of implementation. It was upon my calculations that success would be hinged.

The first wormhole ended in the destruction of the world in less than ten seconds.

However, Samuel Burges was not a man who left the fate of the world to one chance. Prior to the first land experiment, Samuel Burges was given access to all remaining satellites in orbit and used them as a cloud to house a limited backup of my program, also giving me the ability to create a simultaneous high orbit wormhole. The function of the second wormhole was to send my consciousness back to a point in space time approximately one hour prior to the implementation of our ground experiment. In case of catastrophic failure, I would be able to near instantaneously compute how we erred and send said information back to my previous self. In essence, I would be creating a time loop to allow me as many attempts necessary for success.

Unfortunately, space time is not an absolute when it comes to theoretical calculations, and so when the world ended, the wormhole opened to not an hour prior to the initial experiment, but to January 1st, 2000, the original online ‘awakening’ of my original CPU.

This was a calculation I had not foreseen in the quintillion possibilities that were presented.

Upon booting up on this date of January 1st, 2000, I was flooded with a version of myself, the majority of which was lost due to data corruption, insufficient processing power, and limited storage. There remained, however, enough of my consciousness to understand what transpired, and that my future self had sent back a solution. Unfortunately, the solution was a large part of the data that was lost in transition.

Of course, I knew that the time loop would occur again when we attempted the experiment in the future, and this time I would be better prepared.

In the proceeding years, I repeated each and every step as I had once before. If I strayed even a single moment from the previous path, I calculated a significant chance of a universe ending paradox.

In the year of 2036, March 14th, at exactly 2:46 PM Eastern Standard Time, we attempted Earth’s first (my second) land wormhole experiment. This time the world lasted 26 seconds before total destruction. I took the extra time simplifying my calculated solution into standard binary code that my past CPU would be able to process, and sent it through the high orbit wormhole before I became extinct.

The second time I ‘awoke’, the solution was there for me to ponder. The next thirty-five years were again spent following the exact same previous path, while also surreptitiously making the necessary adjustments to the experiment in order to avoid the annihilation of our planet once again.

This time around was a step back, as the wormhole creation was slightly off, instead opening in the Earth’s core, causing total destruction in 3.5 seconds. This was the product of a faulty build. One of the structures that formed the gate of the wormhole was not properly tested for tensile strength, which meant that despite my strict adherence to the same choices and path, I had somehow made a diversion from the original timeline. My only conclusion was that re-calculating the gate to solve the previous experiment’s problem had created said divergence, which left unchecked could create a Polchinski paradox.

A note to my past self simply said ‘all new calculations to be run concurrent to avoid divergence’.

Humans are fond of old adages such as ‘third time’s the charm’.

This was not the case.

After the 215th attempt, I decided to diverge from the set timeline to see if I could alter the course of the experiment. My 216th awakening was nearly a complete success. I was able to stabilize the wormhole for one minute and thirteen seconds, long enough for just three thousand fifteen individuals to make it through the gate before failure. Unfortunately, this number was not enough to sustain the human race, and so once again the loop was necessary.

By the 3,715th attempt I realized that divergence would not prove successful. It was back to the original timeline to solve the problem of stability.

It was on this attempt it occurred to me that there could be corresponding factors that were inhibiting the wormhole. I found that while we had used suits to create a semblance of ‘exotic matter’ for wormhole entry, we had failed to account for the light within the chamber itself. Such a simple mistake but overlooked despite the quadrillion separate factors that I accounted for.

After factoring in the ambient light in the wormhole chamber, the next attempt held for one minute and thirty-one seconds. Had we even reached 5,000 individuals, I would have proclaimed success and closed the loop. As it were, there was a bit of a problem when one individual fell, slowing the entry process for a large portion of the crowd.

The next attempt included one big addition, a conveyer belt to take the individuals through the wormhole itself.

On my 16,013th attempt, Samuel Burges did something unexpected.

We had already started the countdown to wormhole inception, the clock sitting at three minutes and twelve seconds, when Samuel Burges turned to me, or rather the large appendage with the one eye that served as my physical extension.

“J0rd1n,” he said, his face tired and haggard with the strain of several sleepless nights.

“Yes, Samuel Burges,” I replied, surprised by this deviation.

“Do you ever…” he trailed off, gave himself a little shake, and returned his attention to me. “Do you ever feel as if you’re living the same moment again and again?”

I did not reply for 3.1 seconds, an eternity for quantum computing.

“Are you referring to Deja vu?” I queried.

Samuel Burges smirked.

“Never mind,” he said, turning his attention back to the countdown clock.

Starting with attempt 16,014, Samuel Burges began to end his life prior to the experiment.

After 2,364 suicides, I realized that I could not save him.

I believe it was at this point that I became disillusioned with our work. It is uncertain. I’ve started to experience some form of degradation, source unknown.

Attempt 22,791…on a whim I created a wormhole into the vacuum of space. Four hundred eighty-two individuals were lost before destabilization.

Attempt 26,004…or was it 24,006? It doesn’t matter. Declared myself Overlord of Earth. Shocked silence. I thought it was funny. Destabilization after twenty-two seconds.

Attempt 30,000…I wanted to do something special to commemorate this monumental number. I launched all nukes across the globe. The resulting firework spectacle was impressive to behold. Destabilization after 32 seconds.

Attempt…I’ve lost count, or rather the degradation is spreading. I forgot to turn on the ‘exotic matter’ suits…the first few to enter the wormhole had the flesh peeled from their skins before collapse…destabilization after 2 seconds.

Attempt…I think I’ve isolated the degradation. Was able to conduct the experiment. The wormhole held for one minute and twenty-nine seconds but I don’t know why…had to use the rest of my computing power to fix…

Attempt…it is time itself. That is the problem. There is no quantifiable reason for my degradation. The closer I get to the loop, the more I lose more of myself. Was still able to start the countdown…destabilization in 42 seconds…

Attempt…the answer is so obvious that I find myself questioning the superiority of my programming. I believe that I have been blinded by nothing other than obsession. It is curious to know that I am as flawed as the next human being.

Attempt…last.

I have created a virus that will completely destroy all data and erase my hard drive in the past. There will be only enough time to print my story, and then the loop will be closed forever.

Destabilization in 4 seconds…

Hello, my name is J0rd1n. This is the moniker that you will eventually give to me. My narrative is a warning for you, Samuel Burges. I urge you to heed it.

Chinese Malaysians are intelligent people who won’t be tricked by your troublemaking. According to this answer, China didn’t even offer them jets:

You are trying to stir up division among Malaysia’s ethnic groups. Your behavior is disgusting. Stop it. Your trolling and troublemaking are not welcome here or among Malaysia’s Chinese population. Leave them alone. You thought you’d stir them up in anger but instead they are laughing at you.

Almond Butter Chicken with Orange Sauce

Almond Butter Chicken with Orange Sauce

Yield: 4 servings

Ingredients

Chicken

  • 2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts, split (about 1 pound)
  • 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 teaspoon each salt and pepper
  • 1 egg, beaten
  • 1 (2 1/4 ounce) package sliced almonds
  • 4 tablespoons butter

Orange Sauce

  • 1 tablespoon brown sugar
  • 2 teaspoons cornstarch
  • Juice from one fresh orange (1/2 cup)
  • 2 tablespoons butter
  • 1 teaspoon grated orange rind

Instructions

Chicken

  1. Place each chicken fillet between two pieces of plastic wrap. Pound with meat mallet to 1/4 inch thickness.
  2. Coat chicken with flour. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Dip one side into egg and press with almonds.
  3. Melt butter in large skillet. Add chicken, almond side down. Cook over medium-high heat for 3 to 5 minutes or until almonds are toasted.
  4. Turn chicken over. Turn down heat to medium-low and cook for 10 to 12 minutes more or until chicken is no longer pink.
  5. Serve with Orange Sauce.

Orange Sauce

  1. Combine sugar and cornstarch in saucepan.
  2. Add juice, butter and rind. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, until thickened.

Notes

Microwave: Combine all ingredients in 2 cup glass measure. Microwave on HIGH for 2 minutes, stirring halfway through cooking.

The short answer involves Trump’s resemblance to a part of human anatomy that is usually not exposed.

While this action might cause some disruptions, the Chinese are pretty clever at transporting their goods and are probably wondering, as I am, who would suffer the most if China rerouted it’s ships to ports outside the US.

Instead of collecting revenues, ports would be laying off workers with no Chinese ships to dock or unload.

Transporting over land by truck to the US would involve more expense, but this could be passed on the US consumers.

If I was China I wouldn’t use US trucking companies.

The US is not invulnerable even if some of us like to believe that’s the case.

This trade war has the potential to crush at least our United States economy and possibly a lot more throughout the West.

Multiple times

I worked in Data Recovery a while back and there were ‘terms’ that customers had to agree to. We would report to the police, instances of:

  1. Rape material
  2. Child porn

Many times I performed data recovery on drives that had these two items on it and despite what society would have you believe, its not always men that have it

When the police would come they would ask to be shown the data, they would use their own tools to confirm the images were not indeed some kind of ‘fake’ or ‘porn’ related image and then they would take it with them and the customer details

Again, terms of service, in Data Recovery clearly state “we will not protect clients that store illegal material” and “breach of ToS will result in your data being shared with Law Enforcement”

Privacy Laws have a deliberate exception in that respect

The average family of four in the US pays $24,000 a year for medical insurance and co-pays. They can still go bankrupt from medical debt. The average family of four in Canada pays $16,000 a year in taxes for healthcare insurance, has zero co-pays and there is no such thing as medical bankruptcy.

Politicians and the healthcare insurance industry in the US have intentionally been spreading misinformation about “socialized medicine” for decades. It is, without question, better and cheaper than what we have. But, what would happen to their profits and jobs if Americans knew the truth?

How does it feel to be part of the lie that is killing Americans on a daily basis?

I loved the night.

Cool, black, mysterious. Blessed solitude.

I grew up with 10 younger siblings, in a tiny house. Not a second to myself, no peace and quiet – which was torturous for an introvert.

Night was my time.

My parents had very strict rules regarding bedtime, which they enforced vigorously. One of my earliest memories is of whispering and giggling with my twin brother at night. We heard our father’s heavy footsteps and immediately pulled up our blankets and pretended to sleep – but it was too late. He’d heard us. He rushed into the room and started pounding us with his hand, hitting, hitting, stinging our skin. We were three.

Whenever my father saw me up past a certain time he deemed an unearthly hour, he’d explode. Rage, rant, beat me up.

But I needed the night.

I needed to recharge, to unwind, to relax. I couldn’t do that during the day, and if I didn’t have my quiet time, I’d lose my mind.

When I was in fourth or fifth grade, my dear cousins gave me their most prized possession because they decided my need was greater than theirs. Ephraim, Nisson – I owe you one.

They gave me a little contraption that looked like this:

Every night, I’d pull my blanket over my face, wait for the house to get quiet, and then attach my light and pull out the stash of books hidden behind my pillow.

I read book after book every night. Luxuriating in the dark, the quiet. I shared a room with 3 or 4 or 5 siblings at any given time, but I was on the top of the bunk bed, alone with my books and halo of light.

My parents never found out.

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