What's up with Latins?

Mexicans. Guatemalans. Hondurans. Catch phraise for all of them? Latins. Spanish speaking people from the Amercas.

 

I believe my perception of Latins, in general, is shared by most. I've never had trouble with Mexicans. I tell them I learned Spanish in high school, then I ask them if they mind if I try to talk with them in Spanish. I don't have to try to screw that up. Soon we are all laughing.

 

The reasons for the unmitigated persecution of Latins by the trump administration are easy to see, especially when we remove the labels. Men are not happy until they find a herd to join and another, to fight. A common threat unites men like nothing else can, until the threat is gone, at least.

 

When you own the media; when you are the source of the spin that colors, even reverses the truth, you can use that power to create a brand new us and them. It would seem Latins have been chosen due to their visibility. Arabs seem a much better choice but people don't see them in the streets.

 

A flash bang is a grenade not meant to kill. It produces a bang loud enough to make your ears ring and a light bright enough to blind you, temporarily. Cops toss them into rooms they are about to storm. When the senses of the people in that room return they are looking down the bores of police weapons.

 

 

Adapt, and survive. Be a good boy/girl. Watch what you say…

 

03/19/2024

 

GUNNED DOWN

 

If that kid didn't have a gun, he couldn't have done that. Oh? Ever see what a baseball bat can do? How ‘bout a chainsaw? Machete? Claw hammer? Car? Pipe bomb? So much for the silliness, OK?

There are ways of thinking that are as old as the human race – maybe older. Those ways are still around, because they work. One of those ways is called Thrice Ringed, MINE!

In days of yore, Kings sent out raiding parties, with the sole intent of bringing back plunder. By night, those raiders would arrive at a potential target.

Their commander walked the perimeter of that target, keeping to the trees, looking at the target from as many angles; in as many different ways, as possible. Then the decision to attack (or not) was made, along with the best way to win. Because you didn't want to return to your King with no gold, and three of the fifty soldiers assigned, to you.

The common viewpoint on this situation is the horror these events cause; the lives, they ruin; the senselessness, of it all. In short, the strong motivation all of us feel, to stop this. In order to stop it we must first understand it. Understanding how it happens may be of value; why it happens, most certainly will. And ‘thrice ringed, mine' thinking is the key.

School systems are running scared, and for good reason. They fear they will be held financially responsible for the deaths of some of their kids. Lawyers become a significant part of the school system's budget. They know the success of just one suit will shut them down, permanently.

Teachers are aware of the problem. It's called bullying. They know the kid(s) getting bullied and they wish, with all their hearts, they could do something about it. But when they report it, nothing happens. Nothing visible, anyway. But somewhere in the darkness, the hate that will bring the next school shooter grows. Or the next suicide.

Did you catch that? The name of the PROBLEM, is bullying. The name of the SYMPTOM, is mass murder.

I know what it's like, to be a prey animal. I'm fat; black; Mexican; I stutter; I'm poor, and don't have any nice clothes; my mom is Chinese, and I'm funny looking… I live the life of a prey animal, each and every day. Kids fuck with me in the halls. They call me names. They're always ganging up on me on facebook. They fuck with me on the bus. And you know what? I would like to kill those kids. Maybe I will, someday…

That's right: Your chair is not the only one. I just put you in a few more .)

The vast majority of teachers care about kids. They can make more money at wal-mart. They will be much more than willing to identify the kids getting bullied. To ‘call in backup,' if you will? But that backup has to be there.

If I'm not mistaken, job one of any school system is to provide a safe and healthy environment to the children it serves. Bullying is a danger to those students. It causes them to kill themselves, on a ‘good day,' and as many kids as they can, on a bad one.

Those being bullied need to be identified, and given help. They need to know the government is in the business of making wrongs, right! In short, they need a friend…

Those doing the bullying need to be expelled from our schools, permanently. In order to keep someone from being killed.

Any school system that will not take these steps should be on trial, for mass murder, when these events take place because they are responsible, in every sense of the word.

 

01/17/2024

 

IMMIGRATION

 

I fancy myself, a wodrsmith (as you may have noticed?) Still, the ‘superlative' (or string of same) that describes the boondoggle going on at our southern border is something I'm not sure I can handle! Try this: WTF?

 

There are ways of thinking that are as old as the human race – maybe older. Those ways are still around, because they work. One of those ways is called Thrice Ringed, MINE!

 

In days of yore, Kings sent out raiding parties, with the sole intent of bringing back plunder. By night, those raiders would arrive at a potential target.

 

Their commander walked the perimeter of that target, keeping to the trees, looking at the target from as many angles; in as many different ways, as possible. Then the decision to attack (or not) was made, along with the best way to win. Because you didn't want to return to your King with no gold, and three of the fifty soldiers assigned, to you.

 

World thinking reveals the problem. People are living like rats. People don't like it. People have given up hope of living like anything but a rat, where they are. So they WALK, here, from Venezuela!

 

Nations are responsible for their own security. Just who are these people, swarming our southern border? The vast majority are the poor, the downtrodden; those this nation invited, so very long ago. But a few have used this breakdown of order to re-enter this country after being deported or, worse, to man a sleeper cell.

 

States are responsible for making and enforcing laws, to protect their citizens. One state is being over-run, with people. Having no connection to anyone here and being flat broke, those people tend to wander around, at night. People are scared. In desperation, that state ‘shares the wealth' with other cities, far from the problem

 

Cities are responsible to create a safe and pleasant environment, for their citizens. Now, our cities have become refugee camps, filled with weird people who speak no English and tend to wander around, at night. People are angry. They have to pay for medical insurance for migrants, while they can afford none! People are scared. But not as sacred as anyone who has run a spreadsheet on the ongoing cost of ‘greeting' an ever-expanding number of migrants, who don't even have a coat!

 

Americans are responsible only to the law, themselves and their Gods, if any. Not all Americans are dumb. Some of us realize every other article we have read or seen reveals but one of the many faces of this problem. Now the rest, it would seem, can benefit from wisdom (of the ages) they do not own.

 

Last (and always least) there are the people who come here. Most of them are running, for their very lives, away from grinding and hopeless poverty and the dysfunctional dictatorships that impose that poverty, on them. These people are looking for a better life.

 

What if someone told you that you can't seek, a better life? I hear your American answer, and I have to grin. I won't write it, here. I hoard my f-bombs, using them only, as nukes .)

 

What would it take for you to pack up the kids and set out for Venezuela, WALKING? Ask someone who has made that trip. They will tell you, quick.

 

Thrice Ringed, MINE! Now it's yours, too :)

 

It's out of control. There is no way to wave a magic wand and deal with the causes of this problem; to instantly make decent lives available, where they are, to the people who run. As long as the cause remains, so will the problem.

 

And so we see solving this problem, within any reasonable amount of time, is ‘off the table.' What we can do is respond to this problem in ways that suit our own best interests.

 

Many immigrant families are being housed in motels, at about $300 a night. And they have arrived in their tens of thousands. Got a calculator? Don't use it!

 

CAMPS MUST BE ESTABLISHED IN MEXICO

 

At our expense, of course. If Mexico doesn't like it, we can close the border to their goods… We can save millions, each day!

 

CONTROL MUST BE ESTABLISHED

 

It's not hard to find older people, who have ‘been around the block' so many times they've worn out thirty-one sets of tires; who can look in your eyes, and know what they need to know. Each and every person allowed into this country should be interviewed, at the very least. And those accepted should not be dumped, in Chicago, or anywhere else!

 

TECHNOLOGY MUST BE USED

 

An accepted family waits, in a camp. A meat packing plant in Chicago, needs workers. They meet, on a web site provided by the US government. BINGO! Now the family arrives and participates in the American dream, as opposed to causing the American nightmare.

 

IN SUMMATION

 

Given that your humble author can ‘figure out' these no-nonsense, sure-fire ways to make things better (dua), as we try to solve the problem, why is the government not able to do the same? Obviously, they are, and they have.

 

Now, at long last, the problem (relative to America) congeals, from the mist: The US government DOES NOT WANT to solve, or even deal with this problem! As insane as that may sound. They prefer to use it as a grenade, to toss at the feet of the other party, guaranteeing progress will never be made.

 

 

06/19/2023

 

 

 

CHINA

 

 

 

"It (China) said the U.S. had a responsibility to halt “the spiraling decline of China-U.S. relations to push it back to a healthy and stable track” and that Wang had "demanded that the U.S. stop hyping up the ‘China threat theory', lift illegal unilateral sanctions against China, abandon suppression of China's technological development, and refrain from arbitrary interference in China's internal affairs.”

 

Then, the Secretary of state (who was NOT Antony Blinken) arose. He paused, then asked, Have you said what you have to say, Mr. Wang? Are you done?"

 

"Yes."

 

"I have sat here and listened, to the words you have chosen. I have not interrupted you, even once. I have even extended the courtesy of asking you if your thoughts have been completed, as is fitting, for a guest, in your country. Have I not, Mr Wang?"

 

"You have."

 

"I will reply if, and only if the courtesy and the respect I have shown to you will be extended to me, as well?"

 

"It Will."

 

"You will allow me to speak, without interruption, until I have said what I have to say?"

 

"We will."

 

"Mr. Wang, in order to stand before me today; to participate, in these important discussions, one might assume you to be a wise, and able man. Yet any man who believes his opinions; his perceptions, are facts is a fool, plain and simple.

 

You chose to present your perceptions and, I take it, those of China not only as facts, but as if anyone not thinking the same way MUST be, a fool. Obviously, you know I will not be taken, by any such mania. Obviously, you know that when confrontation rears it's ugly head, all hope of communication, vanishes. Obviously, China has not sent a fool, to this table!

 

Being a diplomat is easy. All you need to do is ignore what people say, and watch what they do. From your choices, so far, Mr. Wang, your goal is not to convert chaos, into order, but to use innuendo; to cause derision, thereby guaranteeing the purpose of this meeting will not, be accomplished.

 

You're not going to bully The United States, Mr. Wang. We have everything you have, and a lot more. If you insist, working together we can, quite literally destroy this beautiful, blue planet; we can turn it into a glowing cinder, where nothing can live, except maybe a cockroach.

 

I am here to do my best to decrease the likelihood of that happening. I would ask you why you are here, but, like I said, I ignore, what people say... just as I encourage others to ignore, what I say, then watch, what I do.

 

Of the... polite requests you have made, to The United States, one is to, as you choose to see it, stop 'hyping up the China Threat Theory.' Your premise is, we are the source of that theory, if a theory is what it is?

 

Become a fly on the wall, Mr. Wang - just for five minutes. Then, in your newfound lack of bias, can you see any reason for China, when judged by Her actions, not Her words, can be seen, as a threat? Yet you gladly assign the fault for your well-earned reputation, to us!

 

Don't abandon your position on the wall, just yet. Here is China, a monster, among nations - huge, rich, powerful and, above all, unpredictable. And there is Taiwan, tiny; helpless, except for Her friends...

 

Even if you really are mentally challenged, Mr. Wang, you see where this will end, just as you see the place where Russia is, having dug it's own grave with it's brutality, and it's horror.

 

You, Mr. Wang, can choose to perceive the Taiwan issue as China's internal affair. The free world stands, in unison, against Putin's barberry. China, will be no different. China, like Russia, will become a pariah. Every one will hate you. No one, will trade with you... should there be a world left, in which to trade, after a war that will rival Ukraine, in it's pure horror.

 

The fact you persist, in this, betrays you, like nothing else can. To my knowledge, looking back over history as my guide, there is but one motivation, strong enough to take such risks as you not only accept, but seem to prefer. That motivation is ambition, to take over the world."

 

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01/18/2-24

 

 

 

FENTENYL

 

 

Mexico killed 1,350 Americans, this week. Only about half of overdose victims are listed as such, on death certificates. So the actual number of Americans, poisoned by Mexico, is likely to be much higher.

So, it doesn't look like this blog post is going to be much fun. But I know I need to keep you entertained. Because, if I don't… It's just 1,350 dead. Nothing to get up tight about…

 

01 Jan, 2025.

The new president knows how to walk, softly. Our people are quietly, but quickly boarding planes, out of Mexico. Some people have said trucking companies have been warned to get their trucks out of Mexico, now.

 

05 Jan 2025

At the stroke of midnight, the US/Mexico border is closed. Placards are posted. Only Canadian trucks can enter Mexico, or come back. Only American citizens can cross into the US. Only Mexican citizens can cross, into Mexico.

With the dawn, the awareness spreads. When Mexico calls our ambassador, they get voice mail. At the daily media frenzy the question, is asked. The reply: There is a problem. We are working on it. Nothing more, is said.

Over the next week, what closing that border means, becomes clear. Food is rotting. More food is arriving. Not much of it is leaving. Back home, people are complaining about shortages of fresh produce. When asked, the president said: What the hell are YOU, complaining about? Everyone knows kids are starving, in Japan! The firestorm that caused was almost drown out, by the laughter.

Meanwhile, back in Mexico, they left more voice messages for the ambassador. What else could they do?

The president, when asked why the border with Mexico was closed, responded with a sly wink, and nothing else. Finally, in response to a reporter, he answered the question, with a question of his own: Are borders with enemy nations usually open?

You could have heard a pin, drop. In absolute amazement, she asked, is Mexico an enemy nation, now?

The president fixed her, with his glare, asking, What defines an enemy nation? Does killing two thousand Americans, each week, work?

A massive military presence was established, along the southern border. The troops were not there, to fight. Choppers hugged the trees, using ground penetrating radars to locate tunnels. When found, there were destroyed, quickly. Some people's constitutional rights were violated, in the process. Oh, well.

 

10 Jan 2025

Got the asshole on the line? Yeah. Is the video feed working? Are you sure? Yeah – OH, yeah! Put him on. A split screen was presented, in real time, to the world – unbeknown, to Mr Orbardor.

On the left, and with his own speaker on the left, was our president. He stared right into the camera, looking for all the world like the guy who is just about to kick your ass, in a bar fight.

On the right was man who had nothing to say. Plain and simple. The president had pulled his power plug. Now, all he could do, was beg.

After too long a silence, Mr Obrador spoke first: Good Morning, Mr President. How are you, today.

Not well… not well, at all. I have a Hemorrhoid. And you're it.

That latin temper. It takes their minds away like a leaf, in a gale. Orbrador's face turned a flame red. He gritted his teeth! Wisely, he said nothing.

The subject of my call, today, is you, killing fifteen hundred of my people this week, and every week.

Orbrador arose, screaming: I have not killed anyone!

I see you are not ready, for this call. I expected as much. I will call back, when I can. Have a good day, Mr Orbrador. Oh, and remember to eat lots of good, fresh produce. It's good for ya!

What was known of cartels and kingpins, but could not be proven, was put to use. Out on the streets, the man was everywhere, grabbing up everyone even involved in a gang, from the hells' angels to ms13. Where possible, the thousands arrested were kept in fields, with barbed wire and guards. Some were taken to disused military bases. A special judge was appointed, to deal with them. ONE, judge…

Out on the streets, the supply was running low.

 

24 Jan 2025

Got the asshole on the line? Yeah. And it works, OK? Put him on.

I have some good news for you today, Mr Orbrador As of now, you are in control, of what will happen.

On your call phone, right now, is a text, containing the co-ordinates of the facilities manufacturing the poison you have been sending, into my country. You first option is to utterly destroy those facilities, remembering we are watching and if you try to remove that poison from those facilities, even once, it will trigger option two.

Option two is I will I will destroy those facilities. If I do that the poison they contain will be spread, far and wide on the winds, killing tens of thousands of Mexicans. I say what comes around, goes around.

The last word I will say is mark. Fourteen days and one second after I say that word again I will launch my attack, and I will, if those facilities are still there.

MARK

In march of 2025, 107 people died from fentenyl. In april, there were eight.

 

07/29/2022 Revised 02/09/2024

 

 

2025

The year, of the Dragon?

 

 

The plains, of Africa. So beautiful, as to cause a hard man to weep; so deadly, as to defy reason, even belief! And it is in this seemingly impossible environment that life flourishes, like nowhere else, on this planet.

The plains of Africa constitute a splendor, unparalleled, on Earth. In order to fully understand the meaning the word splendor we must first take into account the three parts of human consciousness, which are: intellect, spirit (or soul) and, of course, the body.

A splendor delivers a knockout punch to all three, at the same time! A splendor is something from which you, quite literally, can not look away.

The plains of Africa provide a window, into what is natural. Beauty and horror combine, somehow, into a splendor - one in which mankind does not care, to live. Men (in their arrogance) have tried to create a world in which predators do not chase and, therefore, prey animals don't have to run. But have we, really?

Natural creatures can be neatly divided into two categories: predators, and prey. A creature can be both, of course, depending on the situation.

In nature, almost everything is to be found. ALMOST. One thing that is never found is a predator, that chooses to act like a prey animal, and for one, simple reason: When you act like a prey animal, you become, a prey animal! If you want to survive (most of us do) you need to seem, at least, to be big, and bad. Failing to do so relegates your survival to mere luck, and that alone.

Men (in their intergalactic conceit) actually believe they have supplanted the natural order, of things. We have not. Just ask any bully, on any playground on this planet. Not only with they tell you, they will show you! The natural order, remains. And so shall it, evermore.

The choices (not to mention the actions) of the United States government, over that last 60 years, or so, reveal an error; one so basic, so downright wrong, as to imply those that made that error, are stupid.

We are NOT, prey animals! We are DRAGONS, in every sense of the word! We DEFINE the concept of big, and bad, for all the world, to see! But by acting as if we are prey animals, we have become, prey animals.

A dragon manifests a combination of unmatched beauty, and ultimate malevolence. A dragon, acts like a dragon. Can you visualize a dragon, acting like a prey animal? No. You can not!

Dragons know that when they appear, before any creature, that creature knows it is about to be eaten. The splendor, that literally IS a dragon, paralyses it prey, both mentally, and physically. So much so that all the dragon has to do is bend down, and snap it up.

In summation, I make one, simple (not to mention undeniable), statement:

A DRAGON DOES NOT HAVE TO FIGHT, in order to survive.

 

 

 

 

08/26/2022

 

 

 

We can cut greenhouse (CO2) emissions NOW

 

I have found that all stories need to begin, at the beginning. That way, no one is left out. If you are familiar with the rudimentary information presented at the beginning of this post, please, do not choose to perceive it's inclusion as insulting. Bear with me, instead. My point: How we CAN reduce greenhouse gas emissions, NOW, will follow.

Take any two modern cars, with computer-controlled engines. Use, for this reference, two cars that are exactly the same, relevant to their drive trains, of the same model (approximate weight), with the same approximate mileage, in the same condition, overall, and with the same tires.

One of these cars is owned and driven by an older lady, who has yet to use the power her car has to offer. The other car is owned and driven by a teenager, who stomps the gas far too frequently.

Line these cars up on a drag strip. Run them through the quarter (or eighth) mile, twice, with drivers proficient in the sport, switching drivers the second time.

You will find the car owned by the teenager will SMOKE the older lady's car, every time. Why is that?

Today's ECUs (engine control units), which are computers, do much more than firing the spark plugs and adjusting the fuel/air mixture, fed into the engine. They optimize the operation of the car, which includes recording the way the car is used and, as the result, how the car will react to the commands, issued by the driver.

My purpose is not to bore those that are not technically inclined, with what they may consider useless information. Instead, I strive to demonstrate how what is called "Machine Learning" is already in common use. Machine Learning samples what has already taken place, then adjusts the decisions made, accordingly.

I am well aware that, in the minds of most, a car is merely a tool; a necessary, evil. Cars are also a major source of CO2 emissions, which are not a good thing, far from it.

This blog post is not about cars. It is about saving our planet! And it is about the fact that the technology necessary to accomplish same is not only present but it has been developed; tweaked, and improved, for a long time. That technology, when divorced from it's specific applications, is called Machine Learning.

While traveling ten miles, a can consume wildly different amounts of fuel, thereby generating significantly different amounts of CO2.. Why is that?

In order to explain this to the uninitiated, I will coin a phrase: Booms Per Yard - the number of times a cylinder in the engine fires (and goes boom), consuming fuel, during each yard the car travels.

Power is produced by burning fuel, which generates CO2. When moving a car from a dead stop more power is required, in order to overcome inertia; to cause something sitting still, to move. When cruising at the speed limit less power is required, because all the car needs to do is maintain the speed, at which it is traveling.

The transmission adapts the car to the current situation.

While the car is moving away from a traffic light the transmission allows the engine to run faster, thus producing more power, and more booms per yard. While the car is moving at the speed limit the transmission causes the engine to run slower, relative to it's speed, thus producing less power, and fewer booms per yard.

An epiphany occurs when two (or more) things we already knew come together, and with a vengeance. A common response is to strike ourselves in the forehead, hard, with the palms of our hands while saying, 'Why the HELL, didn't I think of that!' That, my friends, is one of the few (ahem...) questions, I am unable to answer.

The abundantly obvious, not to mention starkly simple way to reduce CO2 emissions, NOW, is to cause our cars to continue to cruse at the speed limit more, and to need to take off from red lights less. DUAAH!

NEWS FLASH!

President Joe Biden, seeming to recover from his senile doldrums, at least temporarily, has announced his 1-2-3 plan to cut the emission of greenhouse gases in this country NOW, and not by just a little!

Joe Biden's plan will:

1) cause our cars to do less work, which will

2) cause our cars to burn less fuel, which will

3) cause our cars to emit fewer greenhouse gasses (CO2)

Says President Biden, "Ah, simplicity. Thy servant am I, evermore!'

The premise of Biden's plan is a car running at the speed limit burns far less fuel than the same car, having to stop frequently.

Biden's plan begins by conscripting the best minds in the computer field and assigning then the task of creating a program that will optimize traffic flow, in any city, by making use of Machine Learning, and yes, Artificial Intelligence (AI).

At the same time, Biden will conscript the best minds in the hardware design field, assigning them to create the digital machinery necessary to upgrade current equipment to be able to perform the task, ways for those machines to communicate with each other and the facilities, necessary to make those machines. Resulting in the creation of, guess what: AMERICAN JOBS!

The implementation of Biden's plan is forecast to have several side-effects, one of which is the installation of a permanent, shit-eating grin on the face of every American, obliged to commute to and from their job! Another is the unthinkable potential for the export, of his new system.

 

It's OK - I understand. The people that 'lead' us are not really interested in cutting c02 emissions. The GARKS are, as always, interested in making money...

So the above will not be implemented. The current system, which emphasizes selling (and burning) all the pollution-producing petroleum they can, will be retained, instead.

 

07/09/2023

 

 

SHOCKING

 

 

Electricity is nice. It has become very popular, for that reason.

 

Ah, but nothing is black, or white. All things are some shade of gray; some mixture of positive, and negative elements. Electricity, when viewed as a way to transport power from point a to point b, certainly is no exception, to that rule! Far, far from it.

 

A diamond is, perhaps, the pinnacle, of physical beauty; so shiny; so sparkly, so mesmerizing. But when evaluated by how it came to be, that diamond becomes a tiny horror! (quasi) slave labor was used to dig it from the ground. Some of those people died, mining it. The rest were paid only enough food to last them for the remainder of the day...

 

And so we see a context is required, in order to evaluate anything. According to that context (or point of view) some things become good, ignored or bad. Today, our context is moving power, from point a to point b.

 

Today, I will 'flip our old friend electricity onto it's back.' Then we will take a look at it's underbelly; at the real deal; at the shocking inefficiency, of electricity. Today we will 'put a gallon of electricity in a tank,' transport the power in that tank to a destination, then see how much power arrives, on target.

 

AC electricity was invented to move power over long distances, where the resistance of the lines between the power station and the target becomes an issue. A transformer does not work with DC. Period. Only AC gives the ability to raise or lower the voltage, via a transformer. Without that ability there would be no power grid, and you would not be reading this.

 

In order to prevent unacceptable losses of power in the copper lines connecting power plants with distant consumers, the AC voltage in the long distance lines is increased - a lot. Less current flows because more voltage is used. Resulting in less losses in the lines.

 

The ability to change the voltage and current components of electric power is not free. Oh HO no! Not, at all. In terms of input and output, it is astonishingly expensive! A transformer consumes at least half of the power it converts!

 

The 'maximum power transfer theorem' states that maximum power transfer occurs when the impedance (overall resistance) of the load, equals the impedance of the source. The primary (driven, or input) winding of a transformer is the source. The secondary (driver, or output) winding is the load. And the very best that can be done is to split the overall (incoming) power in two - making half of it available at the secondary winding.

 

Is your head spinning? It should be. And we have just begun...

 

There are huge transformers at the power plant. They raise the voltage made in the dynamos (generators) so it can be moved far away, at the cost of half the power made. At a destination, that super-dangerous voltage must be brought back down to something usable - again, at the cost of half the power. The next stage uses local (on the pole) transformers to convert the distribution voltage (still very high) to what the consumer wants. In the case of a home that is 220 volts. 440, three-phase (for running motors) and a variety of other forms can be produced, as well.

 

Then, the last transformer is in your device. That's IMPORTANT, because it isolates your device (and you) from the scary amount of power in the mains. It also creates the proper voltage to power your device.

 

Supposing we began with 100 'units' of power. 50, 25, 12.5, 6.25, 3.125. So, out of a hundred units, cut in half five times, you get 3.125 units. The rest was dissipated, as heat, on it's way to you.

 

Are we done? We wish...

 

Motors and heating elements can use AC power. Your computer, your modern lighting (led - etc) nearly all the things you have can not use AC power. DC electricity is required.

 

AC is converted to DC via a circuit called a rectifier. Rectifiers do not run for free. Nothing does. Then, the DC electricity is often stored in a battery. (They don't make AC batteries. Period.) Batteries, like everything else, do not run for free. i.e. you don't get as much out, as you put it.

 

Lying by omission is cutting-edge, state of the art manipulation. You have been told what the GARKS want you to know, via the media they own. I just told you the rest.

 

Today, when you walk out and look at your electric car, maybe you will see what is real - that it not possible to use only 3.125 percent of the power made while burning less fuel and, therefore, making less pollution.

 

 

 

 

07/23/2022

 

 

ESCAPE

The concept of escape is central, to the human psyche. Even neanderthals were capable of daydreaming, one might assume, and that we share, with them.

It's funny how things happen. "... you can't always get, what you want; you can't, always get what you wa ant; but if you try, sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need..." (Rolling Stones)

As if in a dream, I seem to remember when my heart was light, and free; when all my thoughts were not glued to a madman, across the water, threatening to rain nukes, on my parade; when there were no slobbering neanderthals plotting to overthrow the country I love, by force; when just driving my car did not threaten to destroy the planet, upon which I live.

Regressing, once more, to the misty; seemingly mythic days, of my youth, I seem to remember something else. I seem to remember doing things - silly things - just because, I wanted to do them, not due to any, pressing need. I seem to remember reveling in the mayhem I could cause with a well timed, and chosen joke! I remember feeling good, and causing my friends, around me, to feel good. I remember... enjoying being alive! It had a name. Let me see... I think it was called... fun!

Simply put, I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired. I NEED AN ESCAPE! And so do you.

And I have a few. Myself, I'm prone to binge on Star Trek, in all it's manifestations. Despite the awesome power of the cinematographer's art; the digital beauty it creates, and provides, not to mention the mastery of the concept of the cliff-hanger, between episodes, I find myself, at least in part, cold, and alone, when they are over.

I never get the chance to do anything like that. What I do makes no difference, to anyone. I'm just a slob, grinding it out, each and every day; partaking of the modern version of slavery, in which the vast majority of us live. My favorite movie, Avatar, is the same, but to a lesser extent.

So, how 'bout you? Are you in need of some pure FUN, with no strings, attached? YOU DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE! And the good news is, I've got you covered!

K-Pop is a contraction, for Korean Popular Music. The Koreans, as it turns out, are some very silly people. So now, and without further adieu, I present to you the video that awakened our world, to K-Pop.

 

 

PSY

Gangnam Style

 

 

BLACKPINK

DUU

 

 

LUNA

SO WHAT

 

Maybe the world is the way it is, today, is because we, as a race, have forgotten the importance of our need to simply escape, every once in a while? CLICK HERE

 

05/21/2022 Edited 12/10/2023

 

 

 

PATTERNS

 

Patterns are to be found in events; in the sequence, and common effects of things that may seem unrelated, until we make the connection. Those connections must be sought. Taking things at 'face value,' will never expose them.

If indeed there is an 'evil agenda' afoot, patterns reveal it.

When seeking patterns, a starting point, while not absolutely necessary, is a good thing to have. Certainly, the advent of one Donald Trump coincided with the beginning of the hateful, and poisonous division, of our nation. Was that coincidence? Methinks not.

Thinking, it would seem, is the mark, of the mental elite. Following, in blind faith; yielding free will to the demands, made by the herd, marks the rest. And the mooing is driving me mad!

The latter group outnumbers the former, by a very wide margin. And here we have the reason for the rise to the status of Godhood by a man fit, for literally nothing; a self-proclaimed tycoon whose business ventures went broke, more times than he cares to count; an unabashed pragmatist, whose decisions were all about himself, and nothing more and, comically, by a person lacking what it took to pull ANY, of it off!

Every person, the Donald included, has to be who they are, perhaps because they don't know how to be anyone else.

The pattern of the actions chosen by the Donald is hard to miss! The vast majority of the events which have taken place, since the rise of the Donald, share a common effect, one so obvious, as to slap all of us in the face! Nearly all of them served to divide America, namely Americans; to drive a wedge, deep, into the very heart, of our nation.

The Donald, true to form, has used his new status as a God, to benefit himself, selling all of us out; something, for which he is (and always has been) well known.

You may not agree. If not I challenge you to cite ONE action, chosen by the Donald, the effect of which was to unite our nation, and/or it's people - ALL of it's people, not just his so-called base. No? I didn't think so...

The Donald has sold himself (and all of us) out, to the highest bidder. That bidder lacks a name because it comprises many entities that believe they can profit, from the utter destruction of our America.

No matter. The collective identity of that bidder is so formidable, so downright scary as to defy, what is real! As a group, I call them GARKS.

 

 

 

Rreserrected 10/06/2023

 

Blast (sic) from the Past This post was written in 2020, as COVID-19 raged and the presidential race was forming up. I persent it now so all of us can pause, and reflect on the many, wonderful things that have happened, since then.

 

Dear Donald

 

 

Before I began this letter I knew I would have to speak to you about things that matter, to you. Ah, but what might they be? Lots of people have said the only thing the Donald cares about is the Donald. It's truth notwithstanding, it does not fill the bill; does not reveal some of the things that turn your crank. And those things do exist, or... maybe you really are an android, from hell?

It was in that manner I was dragged, kicking and screaming, into researching who you are. I found a life of privilege, and ease. I thought when I could select one word that summarizes you, my research would be complete.

Well, Donald, that word is playboy. NOT Casanova. Playboy.

As my perception formed I paused to think what the life of a playboy would be like. Money, is power. I know what power is.

Power is the ultimate test. Power will show you what's wrong with YOU, quicker than any other thing, of which I am aware. Those so foolish as to seek power, and so unfortunate as to find it, are headed for a fall. Those to whom power comes, seemingly unbidden, are usually fit, to wield it. That's when I got scared.

You were born, into power (money). As kids like me said, It will take a month of my wages from my paper route to pay for the new baseball mitt I want you said, Send Jarvis into town. Tell him to bring back the ten coolest baseball mitts he can find. I'll look them over this evening, after dinner.

There was never any risk, was there, Donald? You knew you would be OK, no matter what happened. There were never any consequences, where there, Donald? You've never been sick and tired of doing your paper route in the hot sun but done it anyway because, if you didn't, you could not have the mitt. Or get milk, for your kid.

No. Oh, No! I do not envy you, Donald. Instead I am among the millions, all over this planet, that can not help but see just how badly your position, and your place have screwed you up. I know. You think you're doing just fine. Great, in fact. What you think does not matter, right now.

Politician. Necessary skills include accurately assessing what the people think of you and knowing how to improve their perception, of you. If you have those skills, Donald, you hide them well. Really well.

I understand. You never intended to be a politician, Donald. That's why you have not attained the basic skills necessary, in order to become one. The Presidency fell on you like a windfall, from above. When there are no risks and no consequences nobody is serious, about anything. Admit it, Donald. You became president, on a lark.

I believe you had little idea of what it is to be President. Did you see yourself, high on a white horse, leading your nation in charge after charge, whooping up on army, after foreign army? Sorry, Donald.

I understand why you groove on Vladimir Putin, and Xi Jinping. They are as close to what you want to become as you have seen. You want to get close to them; to study them; to try to figure them out. You probably know they already have you figured out; that they out-class you like the space shuttle, exceeds a bic lighter! But it's OK, Donald, because, after all, there are no consequences.

If you did not know things change, after the new wears off, I'll wager you do now. I can only imagine how you felt as you ascended, to the throne. How far did you fall? How hard did you hit? After the dust settled, you found that being President is WORK.

Playboys don't work! Let's not be silly, now.

Early on you became unpopular with those that surrounded you because you would not do the WORK, involved in being President. You refused to read your daily briefings. When they were read to you, you paid them little mind. You were looking for some play; some fun. And I think you've had some.

Behind the Playboy, Donald, I see Loki, lurking. You have treated the Presidency exactly as you have all the larks your life of privilege, and ease has afforded you. You take none of this seriously. Having experienced risk, nor consequence, how can you?

(Don't know who Loki is? CLICK HERE )

How many of the more than one hundred and sixty thousand Americans (as of this writing), dead of COVID, would still live, if not for your antics, Donald? How many more will die because of your failure to set the mechanisms, known to defeat this disease, in motion? Are you really a demon, from hell? I don't think so. You're too much of a wimp, for that. Instead, I see Loki.

Because of the power he wielded, Loki is King of clowns. The few that did not have to suffer because of his actions may have thought he was hilarious. He was still a clown, Donald, and as such, is he remembered.

I was able to find only one thing that may point to what matters, to you. Your little light really shined during the rallies you held, all across this country! Before the poor, pathetic people you conned, by telling them what they wanted to hear, you were in your element.

The party's over, Donald. You know it. I know it. Everybody knows it. People have been standing up and leaving for quite a while, now. Servers are removing the place settings, and cleaning up the mess. Now the question becomes: How will you pass the rest of the night?

Face it. You and your doppelganger, Loki, have had your fun. You don't like being President. The people around you think you should work. Their problem is obvious: They don't know who you are.

Another thing that comes with being President is the certainty that history will not ignore a Grand Gentleman, in the classic style, such as yourself, Donald, though you may wish it had. The Donald may not have seen the risk, as he took it; may have unwittingly chosen the step that guaranteed he, and his works, will be remembered and finally made consequences real, for him.

Will history record you as a bungling clown (at the very most) who killed two hundred thousand Americans with his stupidity? The only thing that will prevent the people of the future from assigning the title of "The Clown President" to you will be the fact that what you did was not funny. In the least.

Maybe I hit my mark. Maybe the way you will be remembered does matter, to you. If not, hey, I gave it my best shot.

In order to prevent your eternal damnation, in history books, you have a lot to do and there is little time left, in which to do it.

First, you must step down. You can not be beaten in an election, if you do not run. Just be (gasp) honest. Say, look, I'm not enjoying being President, and I don't want to do this four more years. It's that simple. Then you retire, a winner, as you spare us the tedium of a doddering old fool that will come for our guns as he installs socialism, in our country. Not that you care, about that.

Doing the above will only begin to remove the curse, from your Presidency. Like the kid who had to deliver those papers, you are going to have to do some work. Now it is you who will be dragged, kicking and screaming, into the world most of us inhabit. I say it looks good on you.

The price for a strong finish that may, and I say may attract history's attention from the farce that was your first three and a half years in office, is to get your sorry ass in gear and do what you should have done, months ago, which is to put the mechanisms known to defeat COIVD in place, and to do it at warp speed. You can save many American lives, in the process. Not that you care, about that.

So, Donald, will you be remembered as someone that delivered, when the chips were down, or will you be the biggest, most disgusting turd ever to emerge from the sewers, of Washington DC?

Look, Donald, you're not Vladimere Putin. You never will be. You're not Xi Jinping, and you never will be. You will always be the Donald. You're just like the rest of us (I choked on that one!) and being the Donald is your blessing, and your curse. Same here. So, in the meantime, give it a REST, how 'bout it?

We're trying to run a country, here. You had your fun; your lark. Now, get the FUCK out of the way, so we can try to clean up the... boondoggle you created.

You're lucky I don't run things. If I did you would be the first man in well over a hundred years to be tarred, feathered and run out of town, on a rail. If I was in a good mood, that day. If not I would see you drawn, and quartered, on the White House lawn!

 

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I make no excuse for using videos on my site. If someone, or something else can say what I want to say, better than I can say it, great! And so, by your leave, I present my summation of what has happened, since this post was written.

 

 

 

06/27/2003

 

 

The Masters

 

 

We are witnessing the most ominous event ever to occur, throughout the (known) history of the human race, right now. Trump, somehow, has gained complete mastery of the minds of the maga crowd. Something so strong as to be able to overcome the thought processes of the mind, into which it has been inserted, is at play.

Things like this come crashing into my comfort zone - setting all the red lights on the control panel ablaze, and the claxons, blaring. In my comfort zone there is no way this can happen - no thing, able to take control, of a mind.

Oops. There is.

In short, inductive reasoning involves analyzing reality, looking for trends, which are then turned into generalizations. Deductive reasoning begins with a fact, then tries to explain it. It's been said that by 'dancing' between inductive and deductive reasoning, any point can be made. Comically, either discipline, when strictly adhered to, can be used to disprove the existence of the other.

Obviously, inductive reasoning (i. e. there is no way to take a mind over) has failed. Deductive reasoning states there IS a way, and the fact this IS happening proves it. Leaving us on our own, to fill in the details - namely how, and why.

The impossible has a nasty habit of becoming possible, in the moment it is achieved. Thankfully, the deductive reasoning that must be employed as the mind considers this scenario is a walk in the park when compared to the misty, quagmire infested lands, of inductive reasoning.

OK. There IS something that can, quite literally, overrule the thought processes that occur, within a mind. And not just one mind. This tool, whatever it is, creates mass hysteria. Fortunately, this tool does not work on every human. Maybe there was a time, when it did. Now it controls about half of the people in the USA.

As a rather lame analogy, consider commander Data, of star trek fame. He could be deactivated. A panel on the back of his head could be opened. WHAT HE WAS, could be changed.

It's not necessary to wonder if such a thing can be done, to a human. 'The Trump phenomenon proves it not only can be done, but it is being done. And the result, a man who most certainly is the living incarnation of the word scoundrel (and makes no secret, of that) is revered as a living, and loving God!

Looking back, all my fortes into the realm of serious reasoning are quite similar - not in their results, to be sure - but in their progression. We have arrived at the juncture I call FIRST CLUE - something that 'rings a bell.' What rang my bell was GOD.

The first lesson taught by deductive reasoning is (again): The impossible has a nasty habit of becoming possible, in the moment it is achieved. The plain fact is this tool is enslaving the minds of half the people in the USA. Therefore, as we pursue it, we may need to reconsider the reasons we held it as impossible, in the first place because, obviously, one, or several of those assumptions are not, valid.

There are few scenarios that hold any potential, to explain this. So few, in fact, that we can afford to ignore, none of them - despite our pre-conceived notions. And yes, we will run afoul of religious beliefs, and the people, that hold them dear - something only a fool, would do. But the need to discover HOW this IS being done eclipses all that, to put it mildly!

At the (admittedly dim) limits of recoded history, talk of what are now called aliens abounds. It is to be found in the ancient Sanskrit, of what is now India - some of the most ancient writings that exist - as well as buried somewhere in most of the stories handed down, all across this planet in societies separated from each other, by what were vast amounts of space.

Remember, now - we have LET THE DOGS OUT, in our thinking. We will, therefore, pursue ANY possible explanation for what certainly has the potential to turn we humans, into mere puppets.

The actual source of the human race is unknown. Unknown, unless you are a person who chooses to believe what he/she has been told, is fact. If that's who you are, please stop reading, right now, because anger, and lots of it, will be your only reward, for pressing onward.

I will present a scenario that explains how what is happening MAY have become, reality. Accept this scenario. I'm not asking you to believe it! Just accept it. If you don't, evaluating it will not be possible.

Far beyond the barrier, imposed by the beginning of recorded history, aliens found Earth. These were not nice, aliens. Maybe they stole the starship that brought them here. They were out for themselves; all, about the money. To them, the rules (if there were any) did not matter.

The planet they found was loaded with scrunderigme. Scrunderigme - a metal, most rare - is the basis of the drug, called heaven. This drug really does addict those that try it - permanently. It's slaves will do anything, to get their next fix.

Their ship was just loaded, with technology. First, they captured some of the local apes. They genetically engineered them into beings just smart enough to dig scrunderigme from the soil, while worshipping them as GODS. There it is, again - Gods.

The aliens were certain their GE (genetically engineered) apes would rise to the top of the evolutionary ladder because they granted enough intelligence to them to make that happen. All they had to do was make sure their strains were dominant.

So the aliens put their GE apes back, where they came from. Then they traveled 1000 years into the future. Sure enough, their apes had begun to form primitive societies! They landed, and made their presence known.

Junk DNA (non-functional DNA) is a DNA sequence that has no relevant biological function. THAT WE KNOW OF. CLICK HERE About five million years ago, you say? Interesting...

Junk DNA does do something. 'They' are finding out what. Maybe some of 'them' already know. Maybe ancient secrets, hard-wired into our brains and to be used to control the GE apes, in an emergency, have been found or, much more ominously, were never lost.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

This scenario fills the bill. To a T.

To recap: Anyone could not HELP but see what Donald Trump is. They do not. Why? At this late date, the only possibility is something is negating the thought process that are BOUND to be occurring, in their minds. After all the wonderful things about the Donald that have been exposed; after being impeached, TWICE... there simply is no other possibility.

Is there another scenario that CAN, explain this? If so, I sure would like to hear it! Send it here: theantigark@protonmail.com

Inflate your shoes. Tighten up your wigs. GIRD YOUR LOINS! 'Cause the next step IS a doozy!

Natural selection - Darwin's gift, to thought. Inductive reasoning classic, perhaps definition. Mutations happen. The good ones further enable the species in which they occur to survive. The bad ones, don't.

Here we may have the reason only about half of humans are now subject to takeover, by the hard-wired instincts with which they were born: Across the tawdry history of mankind, too many have been marched to their deaths, using this tool. They, did not survive.

Yep - you got it. This tool is hardly new. And you have not begun to assess the ramifications of it's use, down through the ages.

Epiphany. The moment things you already knew, come together. I know you are experiencing an epiphany, right now. Don't fight it. Turn it loose. Turn it the FUCK, loose! Because it explains so very many things. And so we see the MAGA 'phenomenon' for what it really is - merely the latest chapter, in a very long story; THE story, of the human race.

Deductive reasoning is dangerous. It has a way of 'finding' a lot more, than was being sought. Again (and for the second time!) this 'off the wall' theory, or scenario, has grabbed us, by our throats. It has exposed a (and in my mind, the only) possible explanation for the history, of the human race.

Now, stop. Stop being human (in your mind). Stop assuming what you have experienced is all there is. Assume the thinking of a creature from elsewhere; from a place where there are no wars; from a society (civilization) that works; in short, from a sane place. Then, from that perspective, consider the human race.

Madness. Madness, is what you see. Creatures knowingly, and willingly choosing to die. What seem to be intelligent creatures, acting like social insects; marching to the drum beat of pheromones, yet to be discovered. Semi-automatons. Believing they are in control but subject to the hard-wired... command structure, hidden in their DNA.

Obviously, what seem to be men are aware of that command structure, and how to use it. Even more obvious is the fact they have not, and are not using it to benefit anyone, except themselves. Think about the 'wired' reality, of the 21st century... could it be the way the commands are promulgated?

Scary. REAL, scary. Why does the government give cell phones and internet services to the poor, while squabbling over coughing up the money, to feed them?

Illuminati. Group of seven. GARKS. Names for the masters, abound. The 'ruling class.' Game of Thrones. Throughout history, a common theme; a question, always asked, but never answered. Why didn't the surfs arise, against those that made their lives miserable?

How did they become, and how do they continue to be, masters? That's what I'm talking about, right here. Maybe there is an answer. Maybe you rejected it, out of hand, on your way to failing to find it?

 

Pink Floyd - SHEEP

CRANK IT UP!

 

10/05/2022

 

 

The Hats

A Novelette?

 

Some GOOD music as you read?

Sure. Give it a crank

 

 

Those aliens - silver-tongued devils, every one. Earth has been waiting for the other shoe to drop for fifty years, now. It never has. The Avaraki have not turned Earth into a vacation paradise, just yet, but they're working on it...

 

The first thing the Avaraki did was distribute the hats. Dream, weavers. The hats are the Avaraki equivalent of a video. The video is experienced, not seen and heard. Communication with the people of Earth was established... and how!

 

Livetube.com. THE monster, of sites. As the library of human experiences grew they were placed on livetube, for download. Wanna... drive a top fuel dragster, down the quarter mile strip? (One of my favorites) Wanna sing your acapela at madison square gardens, in front of a roaring crowd? Wanna fight, in WW2?

 

Only one 'cult classic' has yet to emerge. The most popular 'experience' on livetube.com is 'CIVIL WAR IN AMERICA' You can 'live' on either side - the mindless, though patriotic rebels, or the American defenders.

 

This was the first of few experiences developed to their full potential. Standard play is not interactive, as almost always, with an experience. In advanced play you can make choices, in the experience. I never tried getting into a car and driving to Chicago...

 

Real mode can be protected, or not. If it is the experience runs on a five second delay. If something ugly happens to you it will cause the experience to gently end. If unprotected you can die, in your experience. I haven't tried that, ether.

 

The aliens showed up at work. They use machines that constitute matter, and very accurately. Like a food replicator, in Star Trek, but seemingly without limits.

 

The flow of hogs was stopped. When the lines ran out of meat the workers assembled in a parking lot, across the street. When everyone was out; when all the trucks were pulled away from the docks, we watched, as the plant disappeared. Within seconds another, very different plant appeared. We were instructed to let the hogs in. The trucks were backed into the docks.

 

Sure enough, in about half an hour, product was being loaded onto the reefer trucks. All in a day's work, if you're an Avaraki, I suppose. For me, it was the day and time my world fell apart. I knew I would have to first try to define the new world, in which I then lived, and try to adapt, to it. At that point, never would I have believed my major problem in adapting to my new environment would be boredom.

 

The new plant is, of course, completely automated. At some point, one of the workers said we were out of a job. In a few minutes an Avaraki came to us. We were informed our paychecks would arrive in our banks, just like always. It (almost impossible to determine the sex of an Avaraki) gave quite a speech, saying money and all things financial, would soon be things, of the past. Now I look at my personal replicator, realizing I can have anything I want, any time I want it, and be rid of it, just as easily... (I am rather fond of my Audemars Piguet Royal Oak watch .)

 

My last forte into the CIVIL WAR IN AMERICA experience was a doozy! From the characters on offer, I picked a functionary (agent) involved in infiltrating the rebels. I lived in interactive, expert, protected mode. First time, for me.

 

It began as marches. Marches, of course, turned into riots. Eventually, the riots, which had turned into literal photo ops for self-proclaimed militia groups and their arsenals, were put down. Then, all hell broke loose.

 

Quickly realizing the folly of confronting the enemy head on, gorilla warfare began. My role began as a group of good 'ole boys from Terre Haute, Indiana; patriots; veterans, all, sat around a table, swilling beer and planning their attack. I was the mole.

 

There's a big bunch of transformers there, on Darwin road, just south of 70. I think they take the power from the main grid, there, then step it down and send it into Terre Haute.

 

Yeah, we could use a Tim Bomb. Diesel and anhydrous ammonia. Just back the truck into their place, get the hell away from it, then boom. Nobody's ever there at night.

 

I made my contact, that evening. I warned them. I described it as a plan, seeming to attract approval. I was thanked. Action, though not immediate, was planned. If the boys got there, they might find they were not, alone :)

 

Boy, did I screw up. The thing blew up, three nights later. And the lights went out. Turns out, transformers like that aren't in some warehouse, somewhere. They have to be built. There's a waiting list.

 

Never had such an act of terrorism been accomplished, on American soil. We celebrated.

 

Things were tried. Like somehow 'jumpering' power from somewhere, close by. It didn't happen. Terre Haute was three weeks to three months from seeing it's power return. The situation was horrendous.

 

In the wink of an eye, tens of thousands of people were, effectively, homeless. Criminals, of course, were more than willing to take advantage, of the situation. The police were going nuts. People were being shot by others, defending their homes, then taken to hospitals, running on their emergency generators.

 

Then the police were attacked. An obviously orchestrated trap, masquerading as an ordinary call. Backup was called in. In all, nine officers were shot through their heads, with hunting rifles using night vision. Their bodies were dragged into the street and left, face down.

 

Our group had a hand in that too. Scary thing is, some people from another group were involved, as well. I 'called it in,' of course. Next day, I got a 'call.' A first.

 

I'm sorry, (redacted), but it happened, last night. I wanted to be the person that told you.

 

Why?

 

We missed the ball on the last one. This one, too. I know how you feel. And if you don't think I don't feel the same way... never mind. You know I do.

 

I didn't call to cheer you up. Someone, somewhere, has that job. Oh, how I wish it was me! Anyway, I called to bring you up to speed; to get you back, on track.

 

Am I off track?

 

You tell me. If you're not, it's my job to prevent that from happening. If you are, I can't blame you. You're new. You don't know our... ways.

 

I am going to tell you something - something important. Like yourself, (redacted), I'm a fan of simplicity. I considered that, as I thought about the best way to communicate this to you. It's important. Are you ready?

 

Who knows? Shoot.

 

If I knew only what you know, I would be making the same decisions you make. If only you knew what I know, you would be making the same decisions I make.

 

Well, there's one, simple solution.

 

What's that?

 

Go ahead and tell me the rest of it - the stuff I don't know. I have a few minutes. Do you? Go ahead and tell me, now.

 

ASS HOLE We laughed, and laughed.

 

The lines at gas stations around Terre Haute were half an hour long, at a good time. All the small-town stores kept running out of everything. The little city was a ghost town when day lit and a jungle, at night. The police were very cautious and prone to shoot people, when they perhaps should not have.

 

It happened slowly, at first, then seemingly all at once. People simply left. Soon the reporters outnumbered the locals. Everyone, it seemed, evaluated where they could go, and took their best shot. Property owners, of course, would return. But the rest?

 

Meanwhile (back at the ranch) copycat attacks were springing up, all across the Mid and North West. Body parts from little kids, caught up in mall bombings, were having to be found, then matched up with likely looking torsos, before being placed in body bags.

 

The experiences are just that - experiences. They do not take you over. They last from ten to fifteen minutes, the length of time seeming to have been spent inside the experience, notwithstanding.

 

It occurred to me I was having the experience, in order to enjoy it, which I was not. I was watching the society that supported my life, fall apart. Other things, as well, came to mind. I have no idea of how to survive, let alone live, outside a society. Were that situation to be imposed, my chances of survival would, therefore, not be good.

 

I ended the experience, prematurely.

 

Now I do my best to end it, in this reality.

 

Ok... OK! The Avaraki have not favored us, with their presence. We are not wearing hats. (Well, we are, but that's another story.) The environment we are experiencing is real. Terminating the experience permanently involves blowing your brains out - a bit over the top...

 

But, what a fun concept? No - not blowing your brains out. WAKE UP! You're not paying attention. The Hats. The experiences. I'm working on doing articles that contain two threads, you see...

 

We gotta do one more. One more 'experience.'

 

From the characters on offer, I picked a mid-level officer in the central command of the United States military. I was level three, in a filtration group. 'Things' came to my attention. I could, and sometimes did deal with some of those 'things.' If not, I could refer the information up the ladder, or not. Things could 'die on my desk,' but it never happened.

 

The hell breaking loose in the streets paled, pitifully, before the tsunami-like convulsion occurring in the US military. Obviously, people wearing your uniform are on the other side. To some degree. And a few may not be honest, about that degree...

 

In hindsight, the way to defeat the US military was to first infiltrate it, then jerk the rug, right out from underneath it. And it worked.

 

It was exactly at that time the US military was called upon, to maintain order, in the streets. Talk about your perfect storm. Soldiers were being interviewed. Those deemed to have opinions similar to the rebels were assigned to duty in another country. But it took TIME - time, the military did not have.

 

The response from the military was slow, ponderously so, as Cities like Milwaukee and Portland burned. The blacks had become an issue, as well.

 

It would seem as if radical blacks saw the civil war as an opportunity - to increase their numbers, immensely, by working with whites. Until it is over, of course. The rebels thought the blacks joined them. So it seemed... All of which made the selection of men to deploy in cities the more complex, and time consuming.

 

They came, from nowhere. Out of a bone-chilling, almost windless foggy night, in DC. Truly, ghost ships must they have been as no radar, no satellite... nothing, detected them.

 

They were troop carriers - landing craft. Their actions were well planned, to put it mildly. Barracks were destroyed, as the men slept. DC was over-run, within hours.

 

The government officials were rounded up, their bodyguards, eliminated. They were stripped naked, handcuffed and made to pose on their knees in a video that was circulated, around the world. At the end, Vlad and Xi sit on a luxurious sofa, and Vlad says, ...and it was THAT easy, to take the United States down? They roared, with laughter! And the experience ended.

 

Ah, and now, the moment of truth, wherein I bring the two threads together in preparation, for making my point. And I do have a point. It was... (it's been a lot of fun writing this) OH! Yeah. Right. OK... something like this :)

 

Despite the many facts that would, uh, tend to move one in the other direction, still, many want to have the CIVIL WAR IN AMERICA experience. This is real. Just because we can begin it doesn't mean we can stop it, or even survive it, let alone in one piece. And if anyone believes they can predict the way it will go, once started, or even control that way, that person is a damn fool.

 

You must be a person of great patience. You got this far! Now watch, as I make it worth your while.

 

After reading this novelette you got my drift and, as always, you caught it, right between your beady little eyes. You started thinking about what's really going to happen, in the CIVIL WAR IN AMERICA experience. You wonder what you will do if YOUR lights go off...

 

IT DOESN'T HAVE TO HAPPEN.

 

But it just might.

 

YOU have to make sure it doesn't. Yeah, YOU.

 

 

Another experience, sir? Certainly. Here you go:

From the characters on offer, I picked a man; a head of a family trapped, in a city under attack by the rebels, who are using weapons China was good enough to send. The man chooses to run.

 

(...)

 

You come to, your body broken, bleeding and wracked, with pain. Your car is twisted, scrap metal, around you. It must have hit an IED, buried in the road. Somehow, the dome light is on.

 

Your crotch is soaking wet. Looking down, you see your five year old daughter's head, lying in your lap...

 

 

 

Pause the music before viewing the video! ROFL

Or, maybe not. Civil disobediance is always fun... for a while.

 

 

07/26/2022

 

 

Clarity, of Thought

 

 

On the right:

A fetus is a human being. Killing human beings is a crime - murder, in fact.

On the left:

I'm 17 years old. My parents are in jail. I work at Dennys, as a waitress. I rent a room in a big old house with 5 other people. Together, we can barely come up with the rent and our utilities.

I'm pregnant. What will I do, as my term, nears it's end? How will I pay my rent? Who will hold my hand, as I deliver my child?

After I deliver my baby I will end up in some cockroach infested apartment, a welfare mom. I will not be able to work because what little I can earn will not pay for my childcare. My life will be over - then and there.

 

NO CLEAR WINNER, until...

 

Objections to abortion are based in religious belief. The same beliefs upon which our nation was founded, I'll grant you, but religious beliefs, nonetheless.

The constitution of the United States of America makes it abundantly clear that an American can choose to participate in any religion, or no religion, at all. No person has the right to force their religious beliefs on another person.

So, will you be like the young girl who got what she wanted, but lost what she had? Beeee careful. Because the child you may bear will be a monster, slaying all, who disagree with it.

 

 

09/07/2022

 

 

It's About Freedom?

 

 

Little kids are completely asexual. They don't care if their underwear are pink or blue, seldom look down to even notice and, if they do, they never pause, to wonder why.

My point? Sexuality (OK, sexual identity) DEVELOPS. It is simply not present at the beginning and nobody flips a switch, to turn it on. It happens, over time. It even has a name - it's called puberty.

Puberty was an awful time, for me. I didn't have a girlfriend, at age 13; didn't particularly want one. They I fixated on a girl at school. Tall and thin, was she, and everything was right where it was supposed to be. Exactly.

My head was spinning... to put it mildly! Now my mind drifted into things of which I was not even aware, a few months ago and the transition, if there was one, was so subtle, as to avoid detection.

Puberty. A natural process. All of us went through it. All of us survived it. Ah, but now, our moral guardians have decided that in this, the most bewildering time in a short life, the developing individual needs to be made aware that they have choices!

If it aint broke, don't fix it. Let sleeping dogs lie. Fools rush in...

Blinders. It's a term. Blinders, in some way, obscure vision. Originally a harness on a draft horse's face, holding sheets that prevented the horse from seeing to it's sides, the term has expanded. Now there's lots of blinders; some visible, some not.

When you're a dog, loose for the night and running with the pack, you forget you're tearing up somebody's corn field. You could see that. You didn't. You were... otherwise, occupied. You were wearing blinders. And they worked.

Enter, your basic zealot. Base word? Zeal. Eagerness. A zelot is eager. Now, all he/she needs to do, is find a cause. Presto - another angry young man/woman. The formula has been widely used, for many years. It's success rate stands, without question.

Zeal is not the most productive of places to be. It tends to... cause one to take leaps that might well be avoided. Zeal has a momentum, all it's own. Someone is said to 'have the bit in their teeth' meaning they're out of control, and running wild.

In such a state (some call it youth) a person is unaware of the blinders. But they ARE blinded, by their chosen cause. In the process, certain questions that should have been asked, did not get asked. If you know what I mean?

Just as puberty begins; when a young consciousness is awash in changes it does not understand, the natural process is interrupted. No matter by what. Is this a good thing? Can it be? Yeah, THOSE kind of questions...

Has the normal process of human progression been interrupted, before? If so, what were the results? Can what you want be done with some semblance, of safety? What are the predicted effects and the known risk factors? If you don't have definitive answers to these, basic questions, maybe you better not...

What would 'empower' an adult simply overwhelms a young mind, with no background to draw from, and rely on. These kids have little real idea of what it is, to be male, or vice-versa, and most certainly no concept of the natural process occurring, within them.

Another aspect will be added to their awareness. They will change, as the effects of testosterone or estrogen shape what they will become.

A question is more. A question is an assumption. It 'takes for granted' that the recipient of the question is familiar with the substance of the question; that the substance is shared; understood, between the questioner and the questioned.

Now we see that offering a choice of gender to those not understanding the question is... you supply the word. Try to find a positive word. Just try.

But, alas, an angry young man, was I. I, too, got the bit in my teeth. I, too, failed to ask pertinent questions that have, long ago, derailed the causes I chose. So if there's anyone who understands blinders, of the visible and invisible sorts, that man is me. And hypocrisy, is not my thing.

I always think about what the world needs. This morning I had a prolonged session, of that thinking. Multi-tasking, as always, I lost 20 pounds on the throne, at the same time.

What if we had... (are you ready? I sincerely doubt it) CHILL PILLS FOR ZELOTS! It would become all the rage, among the young. Now, being a zelot, simply is not enough. You have to CHILL, as well! If not, you're pase,' baby, over the hill...

on your way to becoming a mature adult, like me. Perish the thought!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

09/03/2022

 

 

Racism, or Spin?

 

 

Racism has always simmered on the back burner in this land. Waiting for someone to turn up the heat... The GARKS turned up the heat. And here we are. Not where we wanted to be but where the GARKS, want us to be.

Racism really hit the big-time during the George Floyd thing, which was (and is) a masterful act of deception, orchestrated by the GARKS.

The GARKS own the media. Therefore, they control what you eat (mentally). Therefore, they control you. As just one result, odds are you still believe the FAKE NEWS that was (and is) the George Floyd thing.

Poor George. Killed by rampaging cops. George, as you no-doubt don't know (because the media 'forgot' to tell you), was the George went down for a felony home invasion, during which a woman was pistol whipped as they demanded the location of things worth taking. THAT George. The one that got seven years, as the result.

Our buddy George ate enough fantail to kill a hundred people when he was pulled over by the cops, and THAT'S what killed him. George knew he was going back to prison, and chose not to. And the truth is as simple as that.

Most of us are knee-deep in the hoopla. We strive, daily, to deal with working, caring for the kids, keeping the house fixed up - just all kinds of things that literally consume us, so we go to sleep just as soon as our heads hit the pillow. What could be better?

Most people have never even thought of a 'view from the top.' If that concept was introduced to them, a logical response would be, why would I want to do that?

People don't like the government - of that, there can be no doubt - each in his/her own way, and for his/her own reasons. Those reasons, in the vast majority, come down to something like this: The government has done, and/or is doing things I don't like. As I look for the reasons for the things the government does, I can find none.

It's easy to blame it on those dammed liberals, or conservatives, but becoming ensnared in a squabble that will never end is not going to produce the answers we need. That being WHY the government does what you don't like. And the government, it seems, does whatever it is when ither of the two herds gorge themselves, at the trough.

And so we see that if you really want to figure out what's going on, you must develop a concept of a view, from the top - the place, far above the squabble; where 'popular issues' are created, not discussed; Puppet Master City, where the strings upon which WE dance, are pulled.

As always, money talks, and bullshit walks. Our old friend capitalism has undergone changes that have made it a monster. Unchained from the over-riding virtues of justice and mercy; quite able to do literally anything it wants, the construct we created rules us, now, as opposed to the reverse.

Capitalism has gone, hog wild. The GARKS have realized that controlling you is the key to continuing to milk you like the cow you are, to them. Their billions have succeeded in buying what you can know. The SPIN they apply to the facts shapes and distorts the things that come your way and negates what does not.

 

THIS is a view, from the top. Then it begins:

 

Just who are the people who sit at the table, reserved for the GARKS. Whoever they are, they weren't elected. That means they have no business running America! But they do. Oh, yes they do! They own you, too. They control your (mental) food. They 'put stuff in it.'

 

 

 

06/01/2022

 

 

American voters are STUPID

 

Donald Trump was the black horse of all time, and space. He was not well known and what was known of him, by the masses, was his role in the tv show, the apprentice, where he played (and quite well) a prick.

Nobody voted for Donald Trump. Everyone voted against Billary Clinton.

Next time, after the scourge that was Trump, Poor old Joe was elected. The definition of a Washington insider; marred by scandal and corruption; so senile he did not know what day it was and/or where he was when he spoke, publicly - all that was well-known.

Nobody voted for poor old Joe. Everyone, in a colossal panic, voted against Trump. Yet no one sees a pattern. Out of the frying pan and into the fire has become the substance of the transfer of power, in America.

Some very clever people have seen the flaw in our two-party system. The candidates are owned, by people I call GARKS. Yeah - that's right - BOTH, of them. And you don't like either of them. But you know a vote not cast for one of them is wasted...

GARKS own your mind. They control your (mental) food. They 'put stuff in it.' The SPIN they add to what they tell you warps, and replaces what is real, as what they do not tell you 'dies, on their desks.'

You realize that. You don't want to know how far it's gone. You feel cornered, trapped. Each day you live is another chapter in the never-ending, dog and pony show! You're looking for a way out...

There is a way to break the chains, that enslave us; a way to end the domination of those that have us dancing, on the strings they pull; a way to end the OLIGARCHY that has replaced, our democracy.

That way is so simple, only a FOOL could miss it.

Next time, DO NOT VOTE FOR A REPUBLICAN, OR A DEMOCRAT. Vote, if necessary, for a rabid dog, foaming at the mouth, instead. You risk nothing, by so doing, because the outcome simply can be no worse!

 

05/02/2022

I WANT TO FIGHT!

 

On several occasions (too many) I have asked those that advocate violence, as a way to solve this nations problems, 'who you gonna shoot?" Knowing, full well, there is an answer and the person had no idea, of what it is.

I don't advocate violence. I consider violence the very mark, of ignorance. I know violence has never solved anything. It serves, only to deepen and broaden the HATE, that is it's source. I also know there is no rule, that lacks it's exception.

It's hard to fight something that has no name, or face. There is a name, and a face.

There is ONE man who has made (and is making) billions of dollars from the impending demise of the land I love. There is ONE man, responsible (in the vast majority) for the polarization of our people. There is ONE man who laughs, all the way to the bank (which he no doubt owns) as the damage he causes literally threatens the very existence, of America.

That man's name is Rupert Murdoch.

This man makes his living by exploiting the less intelligent, among us. This man is the mother of all HATE MONGERS. Rupert Murdoch owns Fox News. Rupert Murdoch has done more damage to America than any other person - bar none.

 

 

 

 

Let me make this simple. Let me put this in an analogy, even the most rabid Trumper can understand. I will use the war in Ukraine, as my vehicle.

How can that war be won? Killing russian soldiers? Destroying everything? With nukes? More hate? Perhaps. But what if somebody killed Vladimir Putin? I think most would admit the killing of ONE MAN would accomplish the goal. If our buddy Vlad was killed, and if it was make plain that anyone who aspires to replace him would suffer the same fate...

It's so vitally important for the American people to realize not only that their neighbors are not the enemy, but the identity of the man who makes it seem like they are. It's high time YOU realize that ONE MAN, via his billions, his total immorality and his ownership of the media, is about to kill America.

It is my, grand pleasure to introduce the ONE MAN who is our real enemy: Mr Rupert Murdoch.