Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it – no matter if I have said it! – except it agree with your own reason and your own common sense.” – Siddhartha Gautama, a.k.a. the Buddha

Just talkin’

Dark Holes

Not Black holes, just dank and dark holes that appear and drag a psyche towards despair and apathy.   recent events with Sarah’s community of ‘Odds’ raising the bar on “How IT’s Done” let me take a few in introspection on my desires of the blog.   Ain’t gonna change a thing, and live with the lack of commentariat: I get feedback of a sort by the numbers, though I never know if its GOOD or BAD, just that the traffic flow is either up or down.  And occasionally I do get a Tamalanche (any one remember that term and how it came about?)

Clotshot strikes again?   Bosses Son had a “bro” that passed recently. It coincided with the clot shot perfectly and surprised the hell out of everyone around them, including the docs; but not me.   When SON was telling me the details, I asked “He got the shot recently, didn’t he?” and the answer was ‘within two weeks”.   Interestingly, even with the Flu season upon us, what I am seeing and hearing is more heart attacks, like many many more, and usually ‘out of the clear blue’.   In the last month, I know of 5 peeps that have passed over, all heart attacks, and only one was ‘expected’.   And not all of them were of that age when you expect shit to go sideways with a quickness.   And to whit, every single one of the vic’s, had received the clotshot at least once; one was on his third round.  Not sure if this is a valid data point or not, but every single one was male.  Haven’t heard of an women getting the shot and then dropping of heart issues, but that may have more to do with the ‘patriarchal’ bent of this area.   Yes, there is still separation of men and women in information (IE Gossip) that you won’t see in other places.  That male thing appears to be similar to how the younger demographics are playing out with the shot as well.  Most likely to have issues with the ‘side affects’ are the younger males.   Not trying to raise alarm here (thats already done) just trying to gather as much intel for people as my little world gives me.   Maybe I am paranoid, but I am far closer to the point of “am I paranoid ENOUGH?”  and I am trying to keep from crossing the line of “enough” to “straight jacket”.

Toss the dawgs a bone to keep ’em quiet.   I hadn’t said much about the revent (S)election Cycle, and what I do have to say about it is one anachronism:  TINVOWOOT!!!    The turnover in Virginia was not a win, and those that started crowing about ‘the tides turning’ need a good slap upside the head.   This was the bone to shush the dawgs for a spell while the steal continues on behind the scenes.   THEY GAVE UP VIRGINIA TO TURN DOWN THE HEAT,,,,,VA votes still rigged but ‘surrendered’ to ease the growing heat.  VA was rigged, but not to win, but to lose by the closest of margins, Rigged voting was caught live in internet JPGs with time stamps, and they still ‘lost’.   WHY?  To keep the heat down on the frogs to keep us IN the pot.  JMO of course, and that leads me into the next dark hole,,,,

Aint nuthin’ new: people are people and desire to survive is hardwired into us. Others more than usual, but survival of the fittest is not just a postulate.  In some, that desire to survive, or more specifically PROSPER sometimes takes on a life of its own and can be interpreted as GREED.  I don’t like using that word since any disparity in outcomes can always be interpreted as ‘greedy’ by the ‘have-nots’, but when I start seeing the “Pee-lousy-ees” and “Screw-more’s” in the world,,,,    IMO, anyone that would knowingly work to make a slave class for their bidding is no longer human and needs removed from the equation.  Sure, maybe there are some people in this world that are too dumb to get out of their own way: that’s what the Darwin Awards are for.  

We haven’t hit the bottom yet,  but its getting close, I can feel it.   Not even going to try and prognosticate a time-frame, but its coming.   But like Sarah says, They lose, we win.  They don’t account for the tenacity of a people that are not hardwired for monarchy.  

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Saturday productive

Fixed Buffalo on thursday, so of course someone had to find something for me to do with my weekend.   Da had ordered parts for his truck, hadn’t said anything but dropped the ball in my lap when He saw me load a kayak up.  

LOL.  No rest for the wicked, eh?

Normally I reserve Sundays for domestics but since I was Voluntold that I was wrenching on a truck, decided to knock out two birds with one trip.  Did laundry while doing a parts swap on the ‘Yoda Coma’.   At one point, I used to like Toyota products, but since around ’95, it seems like they are making things more complicated and proprietary; seems like nothing works between years, and that means you are going to have to order parts specific for your year ‘hicle if its not a general maintenance type thing.   At least with my GM trucks, an A-arm for one year fits about 20 years worth of vehicles across two or three platforms.   A water pump for a 4.3 fits any 350, no matter if it’s in a truck or Camaro.  I like that sort of generic, it makes my engineer side happy to see compatibility across a spectrum.

Kinda why I like Fiats back in the day too.   A cam for a Yugo would make a 1.5L in an X a hot item.  about a 15 horse increase with just that one swap.  (FIat sold Yugo their engine design back when, and the cam would fit with no changes in bearings or seals. BUT because the Yugo was a 1.1L engine, it needed a hotter cam to ‘keep up’.   ). There were other tricks to get more power or more reliable that I picked up, but sadly, the frames on most X-ies was shitte to begin with, and they tend to fold up after a couple of decades.   Finding a good one now is a Geas for the Devote.   (I heard that the reason for the crap frames was that Fiat bought cheap Russian Steel that was heavy in sulfur, and I also heard that there was a shipping strike about the same time that model was going into high production and many of the frames sat on a dock in salty air, unpainted, for a couple years before going back onto the line for build.  Dunno, but they do tend to rust even if babied and garage kept.)

Wrenching done, laundry done, kayak loaded, and its mid-day, and I am not sure what to do with the rest of my weekend.   Would like to go for a float, but may hold out till tomorrow as its supposedly going to be about ten degrees warmer.   Its still mid 50’s out right now.   Water is warmer than the air, but still at that stage of Brrrrrr, and kayaking IS a wet sport.   (and I’ll be honest, the last thing I want is to try and get in one of my wetsuits since I have put on 15# since August. Gotta work on that,,,,). 

So I started fiberglassing that coaming for the New version of the ‘Carcass of a Kayak formerly called Serena”.  Broke the mold in two parts (sawed it apart.  Could have pulled the top boards off as intended if I had done a one piece, but not sure they would have held the curve I forced on them.). and glassed two halves up.  They are sitting in the sun curing right now.   Fingers doubled crossed that, this time, that wax release works as its supposed ta.   

And obviously, I have a kitteh free house right now, seeing how I am able to type this out without distraction of fuzzy-butts wanting ‘tentions.  Actually, the boys are out on the porch, spooning, in a puddle of sunlight out of the breeze.   Boo is holed up under my bed, AGAIN, but snoring contentedly , and Mamakat aka GrumpyKat,,,  Who the f$%k knows.   She came in this morn for ‘Foodiieeesss’ and is now back on the prowl in the woods.  She is in her element with the cooler weather, and I don’t worry too much about her safety in the woods (she’s 5 and knows whats out there and how to avoid the baddies.). But it is irritating.   She adopted the boys, and now wants them to move on and is showing her ‘contempt’ by avoiding the house until hunger strikes.20201105 0641442870872315646729277


Choices

SO, took Serena to the river.  Didn’t make it to the water.  Got a little ticked off at the situation at my usual put in/take out.   Someone had dumped several tons of trash in the area where you can park at.   This shit happens far more than I care to mention here.   I call it the “someone else’s problem” solution, and around here, its common place.  It will wash downstream in late winter when this area is prone to flooding, but that just puts the problem in someone else’s lap/backyard/riverfront/lower falls area.   It is a problem and one that no one around here seems to give a damn about.  Call the police and they ask if you saw the person, have video (and won’t do more than take a report if you don’t.) or have a bill or something with an address on it.  Dunno ‘bout you, but I really don’t want to spend my afternoon digging through several tons of someone else’s shit to see if MAYBE, they left evidence of WHO they are.  

And I picked up a roofing nail rolling out of there.  Slow leak, easy fix, but dammit, if it weren’t for that crap tossed away in some ‘no-name’ back hollar, I wouldn’t have had to fix squat!!!

SO, I came home to cool off and do something productive.   Even had Serena on the horses, knife in hand, and,,, 

COULDN’T DO IT.    

ROFL.  

Ever had to put down a pet?   It’s not quite that level of ‘couldn’t do it’, but not far from it either.   She is a “made by hand, BY MY HANDS” boat and while I do want to fix some of her issues, if I cut that skin, she is no longer the same boat.

I made a compromise with myself (and her).  I am going to build a new coaming, using a mold and fiberglass, and if it turns out right, THEN we do the reskin.     That is one of the issues I want to fix.  Her coaming is kind of pinchy.  I can wet exit just fine, but its the getting in part that sometimes rips off skin. And I can’t loan her to anyone unless they are my size or smaller, and she rides where I am about the low limit of her ‘needs’.(My usual set up is to load camp gear, even if its just a day trip, just to ‘balance’ her ride)     New coaming, +2” in width and length and see how things turn out.  Not used to using fiberglass ‘in the raw’ on a mold, so this one is a learning curve for me.  Spent the afternoon making the stuff I need to make the mold, put Serena back on the truck, just in case, and played with cats.   Still miffed at the pile of trash in my only local place to hit the river, but it seems like I am the only person here local that sees it as an “Issue”.   Frustrating, but, like I have said here before, “this area is not going to change FAST.” and that is one of those things that may never change around here.  (like dropping off the pets in some no-name hollar when the cost of feeding them goes up.  Another BIG issue around here.)


Junk

I thinks, if memory serves me correctly(and lately,  thats questionable with all the gaslighting crap and Mandela effect taking place) there was only ONE show (besides most of Mike Rowe’s stuff)  worth me watching in the last 20 years.

Junkyard wars. 

Loved that show.  Took a TON of inspiration from it. That show reinforced sumpin my Da taught me: there is not a whole lot out of reach if you’re willing to bloody a knuckle or two.  A few tools and a well stocked brain and a pile of “junk” and what you can come up with is purt amazin’.  May not be the purtiest, but functional and robust make up for a lot of esthetics.

 

Toss in a couple skills like welding and machining (I did not use a lathe this go round, but it opens up even more possibilities.) and imagination opens wide. 

 

 And it comes in handy more than you’d guess.

Bossmans Son had a crazy idea for a cooler hauler, (prolly sumpin he’d seen out-n-about) and found some used high powered go-cart tires.  Asked me to come up with a way putting them on an old Radio Flyer wagon. 

(will update with Pics when I can get a decent signal.  Apologies up front)

Those are just the steer wheels, and I will be making the drag axle soon.  But, it ain’t gonna break easy, and every part in it was a cast off from something in the lot outside the shop.  Coulda handed Son a list of parts needed, but I like to flex my FRUGAL SQUIRREL  muscles everyoncewhile.   Redneck?  Mehbe a little, but who gives a shit if it works, eh?   

I didn’t ‘need’ the lathe for this, What i did to make the hubs concentric was to set up an axle bolted down to the bench and used the grinder cutting at an angle and driving the hub at the same time.   Crude? Yup! but it works and is “good-nuff” in this case.  Its not like this thing is going to do much more than walking speed, ever! so who gives a damn if the hubs are a little off.  They roll smooth enough that, when I pulled the grinder away, that hub kept spinning at high revs for at least a full minute.   “Perfect is the enemy of GOOD”  and I like to keep things as simple as I can.  My only grump building these parts was lack of drill press.  But, cordless drill worked well enough, even if my thumb is a touch sore from when the bit caught once.  High torque setting, low speed and that thing wrenched the hell out of my thumb,,, 

Any whoos,  this is one post today.  The other will be up shortly.  I started it this morning but didn’t want to hit the publish button ‘cuz I felt there was a lot more to go into it yet.

 


Crap, I thought we were good,,,,

Did the Da/Nurse thing this mornin’, and he and I went and loaded up both our trucks with some cut wood for my woodshed, since I am still in location and winter is coming on fast.

then, Library trip so I can have high speed internet for a bit and take care of some catch up and maybe some other details that I need to use a phone AS A PHONE and still need to access the computer.  

W

T

F?????

Last week it was ok, this week, MASKS MASKS MASKS MASKS MUST BE WORN and there is a MaskNazi parked at the door to make sure you comply.  AND they are limiting building access to thirty minutes.   What I need to do (Apple support call) may take a couple of hours or five minutes, but you never ever know for certain.  (Need to upgrade the patch on my Mac for the Video processor,  Thats been the kink thats been messing things up a bit, and somehow is also the reason my Kindle app won’t work. How that is to be eludes me.)

So, Me, in my forever exasperating ‘Fuck the Tards’ mindset, sits in my truck, parked right in front of the main doors, windows down, ‘stealing’ net access, and vaping like all get out making clouds that are blowing right at that door.  And I don’t give a flying fuck since one woman came out, mask and all with a toy poodle on a leash sporting ‘support dog’ and the thing has absolutely zero discipline of a support trained animal.  The Libs get to play their mind games, I will play mine.   

Lots on my mind, and I want to write more, but I am going to have to ditch the Kats first if I want to get anything done at home.  Grizzy has it in his head  ‘open laptop’ means “Dads free to love on”. and while he isn’t getting on the keyboard anymore, he is in my face, on my shoulders, climbing my backside, or kneading in places left unmentioned (for extremely short periods because I react VERY quickly.). Love the furmonkey to death, but there is a time and place, and open laptop means da’s bizzy.   Yet getting that through his fuzzy grey matter is proving difficult.

and typing in my truck is tricky, almost as frustrating as having a furmonkey using me as a jungle gym.

More laters, after I get home and either lock up or lock out the fuzzies.   


Shhhh!!!! Listen close

Lots of quiet out there currently.

If I were Emperor kid-sniffer Poopy-pants, (or his string pullers, same difference) I’d be getting a might bit nervous.

Silence is not a sign of acquiescence or submission. Silence is the sound of preparation and ‘biding time’.

Web silence is the sound of meat space dialogues.

It could also mean someone/group, just tried a bluff to instigate, and it flopped.  

Everyone is saying that nothing Emperor Poopy-pants Declared, is being acted on in ANY bureau and without them (they are the Deep states Arms after all) nothing moves.   His lowness Xi-den spouted off a bunch of shit, that was shit, and did it only to tip some fruit-loop over the edge, hoping against hope that there would be something ‘credible enough’ to get some legislation rolling along to,,, 

Its ALL Kabuki theater. ALL OF IT.   Especially the Scamdemic, that a lot of peeps are still buying into. (Today saw two different retards with windows up, on the open highway, alone in their ‘hicle, wearing the Diaper of Shame.  Virtue signaling and I OPENLY LAUGH at them now, especially in public.  Probably gonna get shot at again if I keep it up.)

Bizzy week, lots of gates made and a few odd-ball items for self and SON,   Made a flag holder that ‘latches’ to his fifth-wheel hitch on his camper so he can fly Old Glory and Uncle Sams Misguided Chilluns flags while he camps out this weekend.   Finished my kayak racks for the truck, and they are ROCK SOLID this go-round.  And no howling or whistles like the last set.  Whoo-hoo!!!   Had to play ‘Rent and tell Da “NO! You can’t mow the grass yet, not till the Cardiologist gives you a green light”.   He wasn’t pleased, but agreed.  I’m telling you, the man is a harder worker at 81 than most of the twenty sumpins, and even the Thirty sumpins, we get at the J.O.B.   Most of us that can be counted on to ‘Git-r-dun’ are well into our fifties.  Two are past retirement age and only work because they would likely die if they quit working.  FYI, I’m only back there because SON asked me to come back, and after seeing one of the gates that was ‘welded’ up while I was out, there is good chance I am going to be remaking several to make sure they get paid.   Chicken shit looks better than what I saw today.   Son and I had lunch while we were out and I reinforced something I told Bossman over a year ago.  They need to hire someone for me to train, or they are going to be right back where they were three weeks ago, and likely with little warning.  I have no problem teaching my replacement, but Bossman is too chintzy, IMO, to want to pay double to make sure his ass is covered later.  SON agrees, especially on the other aspects of my J.O.B. IE, the controllers for the powered gates, radio programming, electrical installs for the controllers, programming card readers, among several other things that I have had to teach myself over the last 7 years, to fulfill Bossmans ‘can’t say no to a customer’ lunacy.   He bids these jobs, has no clue how to fulfill them, buys surplus gear from a cheap outfit ’trusting the salesman’ , and I have to jackleg the shit together to make it work.   (And that is where I am quoted as saying “Know it? Hell, I’m making it up as I go along.”  Because in those cases, that is exactly what I am doing.  9 outta 10, I never saw the manual until I was getting into the truck to do the install, and its dropped in my lap by Bossman saying, “Here, read up on this and see if you can make it work.’.). BUT,  if he won’t, It’s not my fricking problem, and he has been warned.   I was hoping that my two month vaca would have woke him up, but, can’t out-stubborn a rock.

I’m tired, its getting dark, Grizz is piled on my shoulders snoring, Voo is piled on his bed, snoring too, and the sound is feeling quite contagious tonight,   Talk at y’all tomorrow.

 


Kittehs file #90845

(Last nights post, been a little busy,,,)

Sitting here typing away on several items, watching my kindle reload from a botched update for some reason*, and kittehs are vying for the spot behind the Mac. I have a retro roll top desk without the roll top, and they are squeezing their little behinds in under the cubbies behind my Mac. Couldn’t for the life of me figure out what all the fuss was about until I reached back there to push Grizzies tail out of the way (it was wrapped around the front and being all distracting like. ). Whoa!!! It’s warm back there!!!! And not just because there are two cats squeezed under the cubbies, but because the vent from the computer is blowing back there and computers generate a LOT of heat when they are running full throttle.

We are at that time of the year where its too warm to start a fire, but cool enough that fuzzballs start thinking about burrows to bundle in when it gets dark out. Voo, not so much until the wee hours, but the littles like WARMMSSSSS. And its kind of early in the year to be honest. Yes, its September (where the Frick has this year gone????) but here we don’t usually see chill weather till mid to late October, and it is definitely feeling like that time now. Haven’t had our first deep frost yet, so the trees haven’t started the fall change over yet, but the way it feels now, its probably not that far off and will be early this year.

Damn, I was supposed to be moved to SC before that time. Now I am going to have to get firewood built back up in the shed, or its going to be a damned chilly winter in my little house. Fortunately, I have three white oaks and a red oak within a 100 yards that need taken down. Two of those are already dead and leafless so no harm done. The others are still green, but the trunks are showing signs of bad disease, so they need downed before they choose that time themselves. Looks like I have a couple working weekends ahead of me. And maybe give the old man something to do: IE, give me grief that I’m ‘doin’ it wrong’. LOL.

But, sitting here, typing away, kittehs being kittehs and I realize, maybe they have the right of it: I’m getting chilly too. No fires until the evenings are around 45 and falling. Otherwise I have to open the house up or we all suffer. 45 is the ‘magic number’. Until then, dress accordingly, or in Kat think, “Put on more fur”.

*(still botched, so I think its something to do with the Mac itself. Worked fine in the 2010 unit, and this is a 2012 unit with my old harddrive in it.. Not that I read much on the computers, but I do like to reference things at times)


Story lines

It’s pretty obvious to everybody these days that the story writer of our times is either suffering from multiple personality disorder or rapidly deteriorating into dementia with bi-polar disorder to boot. Or, as in my Dads take: Has a really twisted sense of humor,,, 

Try to work up a tagline to describe the world at large currently and you end up with a garbled mess that would drive any potential reader away like holy water on a vampire.  

These are the things I am learning about writing, and I use current events to practice my development.  Yeah, I don’t choose easy subjects,,,   

But that exercise has exposed so many issues with the current book in my quiver.  Yup, its a first and I did hit publish, but successful? Um, not so much.   It hits good with a handful of people, but the tech side of things is what drives most away.   As a former girlfriend would have told me, “where’s the skin?”. She was very much a Sex sells and more sex sells more, kind of advertiser.(lots of fun, but she wasn’t so much a candle burning at both ends as a section of lit cannon fuse.). I have been trying to write a better tagline for Wings and flopping.  And why?  Because there is no resolution within the book.  Its a series of scenes, an occasional conflict, but no real climax, or wrap-up.  You live and learn, but the only way to truly learn is too fail, pick your butt back up and keep going.   And that is where I am right now.   Looking at a decent story weakly done and how to pick it back up and make it WORK.   I will leave it live for the time being, but once I have things re-worked,,,   And that rework is essential if I want to carry the story forward to a sequel.  I have half of it written, but keep hitting issues with how the first book played out.   I forget where I read it, but another pantser type writer says that he has to write an entire series in order to smooth out the details in all of it, before he hits the publish button, and the way Wings started, I can understand what he means.  A new development in book two would work better written into book one, but causes turmoil in book three that doesn’t see resolution until book four,,,,,  And the only way to make them work is to write it all out.   And that is why I am trying to work on formatting the story first, so that I can avoid the tediousness of rewrite after rewrite after rewrite.  Or maybe I should be like M.Lackey, develop the world, and write books as scenes within that world,,,(thats a very loose way of describing her work, but,,,)

I’m serious about wanting to write, Heck, I have been writing for a decade now, but not as a way of making it in the world, more as a therapy for the pressures building up from a world gone mad.  But the ideas in my head,,,   They don’t rest; they swirl, mingle and breed,,,  And they talk, A LOT.  Trust me on this when I say, even sitting alone in a field, I am NOT ALONE IN THE WORLD.  There are lives and stories constantly playing behind the shutters of my eyelids.  Wings was the one that was most persistent and wouldn’t rest.   Dunno how many nights I spent writing where I would look up and the alarm was buzzing and I had to get ready for work, no sleep.   A lot of that needed scraped up, cleaned up, and rewritten to fit, but there were nights where 50000 words flowed like water.   I also need to work on action;  I have lots of conversations, but little action.   People want things to happen, not be talked to death.

And maybe I just need to get a kayak out for a day of leisurely paddling.   Not boogie water, just silence and wildlife and no distractions of phone and internet.   Then get back to work on the stories that linger in electron purgatory on my hard-drive.

Time to go to work, more laters


History lessons

Sarah has many good points about how truthful things are in a communist country. How officials lie to their higher ups to keep looking good, how communities will obfuscate and dodge ‘official” census and collections to keep a little more of their own in their hands. All of this can be investigated with very little effort, one just needs to do it.

Where does that leave us now? We are obviously in the crux of going full commie here in FUSA. We are quickly devolving into USSA, assuming that Xi-Dins FRAUD can ‘run over’ the obstinate governators like DeSantis. Good luck with that Vice Emperor Poop-pants. (I love that BC,, Gotta use that as much as possible.)

The Fences are back up around Mordor on the Potomac, and that means there are some vetted wannabe Rambos that are there to defend the squishy rhetoric of the ‘masses’ from us Deplorable White supremicist domestic terrorists that only want to be left alone. Saw Vid of a certain SSgt X-her that said she would gladly shoot citizens in the face if they wouldn’t follow her orders. Seems to me that she had best make sure her unit is filled with brainwashed like minded Soiboys or Guerrilla Gurls. As someone in comments said, Fragging may become fashionable again.

Seriously, the best way we have to fight right now is the one way they really have the hardest time to fight: RIDICULE. Show them for the pantywaists they are. Show the dichotomy of their “Rules for thee, but not for me”. If the place you work mandates you have to get the shot, (will only work on your terms and your time) fake a VXPASS, the information is out there, but ya may have to dig for it. If your able to work yourself into getting into a position such as a board of education, play along and monkey wrench the process. Do what the Congress-critters do and add addendums and additional criteria to rules for passing. BE THE RAT.

Shooting the bastards will happen, but ON OUR TERMS, not theirs. They want us to react, but we need to chill out and see opportunities to return the favor of a fucking without a kiss. We need to be ungovernable in all instances. We need to make certain that LE know that they are the first line and they will be the first were laws of war become most obvious. I could give a damn if they Talking heads of the MSM’s figure it out; the human race would be well rid of such shit.

“Middle class America is no less violent than any other people. They seem passive because they’re results oriented. They rise not out of blood frenzy but to solve the otherwise insoluble. Their methods of choice are good will, cooperation, forbearance, negotiation and finally, appeasement, roughly in that order. Only when these fail to end the abuse do they revert to blowback. And they do so irretrievably. Once the course is set and the outcome defined, doubt is put aside. The middle class is known, condemned actually, for carrying out violence with the efficiency of an industrial project where bloody destruction at any scale is not only in play, it’s a metric. Remorse is left for the next generation, they’ll have the leisure for it. We’d like to believe this is merely dark speculation. History says it isn’t.”
– Ol’Remus


Decompression time

Arrangements made with family in the dollar, Da is in good hands.

Me, I am going to go spend a day with friends,,, Decompression time.

Plan on being there way early, maybe get some writing time in without obtrusive Grizz trying to smother my face in drooling kitteh love like he has done non-stop since I arrived home. Love the little bugger, but when he has spent the entire day alone (mama and Zooms leave him behind during the day, he is the runt after all.) poor little guy is just so happy to see ANYBODY,,, It’s cute AND annoying, especially when I am trying to accomplish just one page of writing. Thats my focus, one page a day, no matter what. And it is working, so long as I can keep the fuzzball out of my face and off my keyboard.

Funny thing about that, My usual position is with my laptop on my outstretched legs, and that is when I can’t type for fur ball. If I leave the laptop on the desk, He will drape in my arms and buzz,(which is where he is, right now) but not get in my way. Only downside to that is, he weighs four pounds now and my arms get sore supporting him. Shoulders and wrists mostly, but sore is sore. And any Kat owner can tell you that Kats have the secret to gravity down pat (but ain’t talking’). A four pound kitten when buzzing in contentment, can weigh infinitely more, depending on your need to get up or level of functional needs.

But, tomorrow, (today, when this posts) I fully intend to be Dio without the stresses. I NEED this time. Without internet, just some friends, good times, good food and hopefully maybe possibly a little time on water with a kayak. Taking Serena with, and I may just start the day with a leisurely stroll around the bay that the camp is situated in. If I get there early enough, I could do the foggy bottom cruise with the Canadian Geese Flotilla, and thats always cool. Must be a thousand of the greasy poop factories there and when they move as a flock in the morning,,,, The babies will be big enough that picking them out will be difficult, and that means that the flock will not be as on edge as they were in the spring. They are so used to people, they don’t scatter far when you float among them. And you always know when a storm is coming because they do this line thing headed to cover. Not a spread out flock, just an orderly line headed to cover with determination.

This time last year, B and I did a little cruise in the kayaks. It rained on us three times and we were able to cruise in close to shore and see all kinds of wildlife. A Doe and her two fawns, nearly grown. A couple of Blue Heron, the geese of course, and all without being swamped by a ton of boats. The sound of the rain on the water creates a zen moment, and until you experience it,,, Words will never suffice; its a completely spiritual thing that words just can’t capture. I could really use another cruise like that this year.


This from a ‘writing prompt’

Only it wasn’t intended to be one, I am certain.  

Just sometimes I get to reading someone else’s point of view, and my mind goes Zoomms-zowieeees over the horizon with the muse.

Creativity is IT.  I create on a daily basis.  I have to, or I start going stir crazy.   It may only be making a small jig to make my life easier at the welding table.  It may be making a Kayak on my front porch in the dead of winter.   I may be sketching out an idea for a tattoo, or that next jig I need to make my next whatchamacallit.  I even made jigs for making my kayaks so that all those little holes that needed drilled could be done uniformly and I not destroy a rather pricey piece of wood.

Like Sarah, much of my creativity is sourced from a scarcity background.  We didn’t have much, but when it came down to it, we had EVERYTHING we needed and the rest was stuff we ‘created’ to fill the voids.   If we wanted something, the options were to work our tails off to earn the money to buy it, or work out tails off creating it.   Most of the furniture in our house was stuff that my dad made in the shed out back, using cast off lumber from where he worked.  Everything laminated up to make larger wider boards for table tops, or thicker legs to support he gargantuan “built to withstand a truck accident” furniture he preferred making.   Some of it was really fantastic as well, like his end tables made from the trunks of Cedar trees.   Split a trunk in half and it may become a bench seat, or crosscut the trunk for a ‘rounder’ shape with wild edges and mount that to a thinner trunk, inverted to use the branches as legs, for the base.

I learned how to cast metals to make things in need of longevity or higher wear functions.  I learned to work metals so that I could utilize those skills of casting even further.  I picked up a touch of blacksmithing so that I could shape metal without need of the machines to turn or cut it, and that led me to learning more about welding, and improved my Arc type welding even more.   Before I started mixing sound full time, I worked as (many things,,,) a mechanic, and one of the guys I worked with and myself would critique each others welds.  That improved my welds even more.  

I’ve even made jewelry (SHOCK!!!!) but I tend to be more pragmatic in my creativity and prefer utilitarian stuff. (I may wear a wedding band, when/if I marry, but thats about it.  No ‘glitz’ in my world, not even a watch.) 

And that leads me to my writing.   One of the commenters over there mentions how he found out that writing is WORK, and that his notion that his first book would have him sleeping on a bed of gold was shattered quite quickly.  

As for the work thing?  Oh yes, its work.  Skull work.  Marketing work, research work.   You name it, there is WORK to be had in this field.  And just like the entertainment field, there are 300000 writers to every 100 Best sellers.   In live music, I have seen some truly incredible talents, but they missed one key element.  WORK.  They didn’t push the envelope of the work things and while they could play circles around other well known artists, they didn’t have the drive to push there.   
Now, I am not saying I am exceptional,  Hell, my current history says that I am of that same caliber; talented, but no drive.   And it may be that this is the case.  I didn’t write Wings for the money (though I won’t deny that money was a factor.). I wrote wings because something said, If I didn’t it would eat at my very soul until my mind folded like a wet noodle.  And since I went so far as to actually write the danged thing, why NOT publish it too.   

The fact that I had no clue what I was getting into is obvious to anyone that sees the end result.  The fact that I had no clue about marketing or advertising, or promotion of written word (I can ‘produce’ entertainment and do all the marketing and advertising for live shows and HAVE, but books are a whole new world to me.)

Yeah, that stuff is obviously missing from that book.  And I may end up re-editing it later for better layout, and when I do, promotions and marketing will be better laid out as well.  And of course, the sequel is still stewing: half in my head, and half on my external hard drive.  (Patience Bruce, it’s coming. And your persistence gets you dibs as a proofreader!!  Mwahahaha!!!!). And I am no where near done writing.   Wings opened up a pandoras box of creativity that had been stifled by time and misperceptions.  Mostly my own, but some.external (Friggin high school counselors need filleted, baked and served to pigs, in my opinion.) My learning curve is still on the low left side of the bell curve, climbing towards center, and I have no illusions that I need mentorship.   I am also quite aware that current situations in my life have a priority, and what I can squeeze in will have to suffice.  I read,,,, Oh lord how much I read.  If one of my vicarious mentors suggest a book about writing books, I make the purchase and dive in.   If someone suggests a different program to assist the writer, (Vellum is one, Scrivener another, etc etc). I check ‘em out and start another aspect of the learning process.   Scrivener was the program that helped me finalize Wings to the point where I felt comfortable hitting that publish button.   And it works even better in the Mac.  

What hangs me up is that marketing thing.   I DESPISE crowds (funny coming from a guy that used to mix live music for Tens of thousands.)(note that FOH “front of house’ is usually smack dab in the middle of the room and has a whole lot of floor space and only a a couple of peeps in it.  AND, I was usually the monitor guy, behind the curtains, on stage left usually, full view of the band but not of the crowds.).And this is where I really need the mentoring (and no, I am not going through the get rich quick scammers that promise you’ll be a best selling author in 90 days if you pay them $XXX and subscribe to their program.   Maybe they do handle a ton of promotion for you, but the whole thing stinks to high heaven as scam to me.  ) 

So, I learn the ropes the hard way, and maybe thats for the best.  Rougher on the knuckles, but then, I have a couple of Degrees from the  School of Hard Knocks and University of Bloody Knuckles.

And I continue to create, every day, SOMETHING, and it matters not what. A paragraph for a book here, a jig for making a rudder assembly there, or a blog post three times a day (if I can).  There will be something created by my hands and mind and the day they cease to happen, its a good bet my heart has ceased as well.


Ima chit somedays

Didn’t know I had an issue with things until yesterday eve, text messages between sisters.

Snapped on Eldest sis. Felt like a pre-emptive attack in self defense. I can be the Shit some days. (Note; I later apologized, but it was definitely a tactfully worded verbal assault .)

Took some time to step back and analyze my self/soul. And what I came up with was.

I’m fucking scared silly.

All the bullshit in the world reaching peak Clownworld status. The total failure that appears to be completely intentional of a superpower, so that it can devolve into a third world power (is that a thing?) watching local tyrants ride the wave of Covidiocy (the bug peaks before they crack down, but when they crack down, they double down on prior efforts. Just like a surfer trying to catch a wave.). Watching the IQ of the world losing altitude into potato levels.

And my Dad very nearly leaving my reality.

Yeah, I got scared. And hadn’t even realized HOW scared I was.

What isn’t clear is how scared I am of losing my dad. Or could it be having to face all of this with my dad in his current conditions. I think its more the latter function. Love my dad, but I know he’s tired and I won’t stand in his way if he decides ‘its time’.

I don’t leave wounded behind. Its hardwired in. And I know if shit went to Helena Handbasket right now,,,

And we are getting indicators, that may be the case.

I’m fucking scared silly.

So, now that I am aware of it, I can figure out what needs changed. First order of business is to get a second opinion on the urology thing. His heart thing seems well in order now, even though its still early in the game. But three weeks with a catheter in seems excessive to me. And that is what was told to him yesterday at the Urolgy docs. Is this a case of an enlarged prostate that needs time to settle down, or is there an underlying problem. And I have no clue what the doc said because that wave of covidiocy has reared its ugly head here and ONLY PATIENTS is the order of the day, again. (And I have alternate information about all of that, but its not relevant to this post)

Coffee is done, Kittehs fed, almost time to go play nurse before I go play welder, and somewhere in all the middles, try to figure how to ease my mind in a world gone mad.

More laters.


N’er thought I’d see

A sitting (p)Resident, fold like a cheap suit in a summer breeze.

Accordion Joe

Then ponder this thinking,,,

Some of said bigwigs, including the managing parties behind “Joe Biden,” might be cooking up a neat operation in which “Joe Biden” resigns, Ms. Harris gets elevated to POTUS… Ms. Harris appoints Barack Obama vice-president… and then Ms. Harris resigns, making the popular ex-president president again. The 22nd Amendment only prevents presidents from being elected more than twice, not from being appointed by happenstance. Would they dare? Well, why not? They dared to engineer some pretty audacious election hijinks in 2020.

Conspiracy? RTWT and   As a bitter mint to add to the palette, consider that Oblammy-o-boy purchased a rather nice set of digs not too far from the WH not long before the 12021 swear in of the FRAUD.  Close enough for short range highly encrypted radio messaging.  Maybe its a fluke, maybe there is something there.   Who cares at this point right now, eh?   

Well, As Kuntsler posits, there is no precedent in the 22nd for a presidents to retake the seat of power like that.   Only that they can’t be elected for more than two terms, (and I would bet a case could  be made that non-consecutive terms would ‘be acceptable’ under the color of the laws with the way things have been operating the last 9 months..

Smallest minority links to Larry Corriea with a lovely hide blistering repost on all those leftards that are trying to dump this back in DJTs lap.  Aint none of them innocent, but this whole FUBAR is this Administrations Fuck-up Lock, stock, and barrel, And Larry points out ALL of the reasons WHY.

It’s Saturday, the world is doing crazy shit left and right and the hits just keep on coming in,  and I can only worry about my Da and myself right now, because that is the extent of my control, to a point. I’ll keep watching, writing, and preparing for WCS while hoping for, maybe not the best, but at least not so fucked up as expected.

Gonna be a rocky ride no matter how this shit falls out.


And here we go again

Still moving into the Mac.   Getting used to Safari, vs Firefox vs Brave vs Opera.   Won’t use MS anything, and Chrome irritates the crap outta me.  Seeing how Firefox has been compromised for all intents and purposes by Googlefu, I’ve been straying from the den with them.  Brave seems like a good’un, and I am willing to play for awhile until I start seeing add promos on my phone, geared from my web searches.   Been seeing that in Amazon while using FF.

Security is ‘an issue’, but since I am not using my Mac or phone for ‘other things’, I only worry about direct comms between peeps.  Try as I might, meatspace is not really doable in many instances.  Too much distance between.   SO, we use coded words or entendre to pass info if so needed.   If we can use encrypted comms, we do so.   Speaking of which, I finally went and opened a proton mail account.  Its in the sidebar for those with need.   And, something you’ll want to keep in mind.  Encryption only works between nodes, not at end sources.  If ya wanna keep it private, get a PGP or similar and all parties need to create keys.   And NEVER save anything in hard format in clear text.   Keep it encrypted if you need to save something.  Look at my pages, encryption is under GP4U.   Cleopatra is a good open source program for PC’s and linux machines, I haven’t tried it with the Mac yet.

Now, back to work.  Done playing with this new program for offline blogging.(the last one locked up after three posts demanding a payment plan I felt was way the hell out of reasonable.)   Puddle-o-cats time in the house; too hot to play or do much besides sprawl as wide and flat as they can get on the coolest surfaces.   Gotta suck wearing a furcoat 24/7 and not be able to sweat.   But its good4me because it opens up time for me to get shit done where they aren’t trying to catch the flying fingers on the keyboard, or get underfoot to get attentions.   My writing schedule is now zero dark to Dawn, and Kitteh siesta: about 5 hours total a day where I can work without meathooks in flesh, or ‘Oohhh TOYS!!!’ Assault on my typing hands.


Endarkenment

Still manning the watchtower though I’ve little to nothing to add of late.

But I gots ta thinking about some larger aspects of things while driving twixt here and Charleston last week.

I can’t say how many times I have read or referenced analogy of current events to the Fall of the Roman Empire. And I can’t say that the analogy is wrong, but I am starting to think its off. Just as Malthus was wrong in his day, and for much the same reason: ignoring technology and species resilience.

IMO if we are going to see an Great Endarkenment, we are already well into it. In my observations, literacy is the biggest sign of that. Not that most can’t read, but that they are showing loss of comprehension and serious lack of attention span. If it takes more than 140 characters to express an idea, you are likely to lose 95% of a potential audience. I can’t count how many times I have heard, “in twenty words or less, what’s your point?” or some generalization of such.

With loss of comprehension and attention span, the next victim is critical thinking. We already see lack of Critical thinking skills by the simple fact of so few questioning the Heglian Dialects being shoveled around this year. Even when the numbers are obviously being skewed to perpetuate a fallacy, it seems that no one wants to ‘rock the boat’ and so remain compliant and obedient.

Our forefathers must be so proud of what 200+ years have produced.

What I am seeing that does fit the Fall analogy is the population replacement that took place near the very end of the Roman empire. By the time it was a worthless shell, the population of Rome itself had almost no Roman bloodlknes left. They had outmigrated long before.

We are aeeing that happening now as people leave the outskirta of certain cities to warmer friendlier areas. Its not a diaspora, yet! Come November, I would not be surprised to see caravans leaving said cities, loaded with all manner of desperate and haunted people looking for anywhere NOT at war.

Because we are, ARE, at war. Most people are still in denial of that fact because the body count is still below 100 corpses. When that figure starts to approach 4 and 5 digits,,,,

We are at war for ideals, just like we were back in 1860-65. One side still holds values that may seem cliche and labeled as racist or whatever, but they still hold value to those people (note, I am one of them) and the other side see those same values as the ruin of humanity or some such crap. Where a person stands amongst those two sides is a simple matter of degrees, but its not hard to find the divide these days. Hell, its in your face almost 24/7 now.

I touch upon one course of future in my recent book. When I was writing it, I had no idea just how far or how rapidly we could descend to this stage. I would like to think a “Divorce ” amongst the states could be done amicably, but I am a realistic in my pessimism. A break up is inevitable. And it will be heated and bloody. If it becomes a permanent breakup with this continent housing several nations like Central Europe, or one side dominating the other and a new nation/potentially old nation taking the forefront; who flippin knows but the fickle fates and God.

But Grear Endarkenment; not so much. There may be a slow down in innovation (already there on most fronts) and there may be decades where many formerly first world countries are vying for third world status, but it won’t be the centuries of the Dark Ages. Our technology is to advanced and education to ubiquitous to allow much more than a couple decades of slowdown. The only way this world would see such dark ages again is if the madmen started launching multi-megaton nukes with great abandon, shattering any semblance of our global structure and reducing world population back to 15th century levels(or less). Recall I said our tech and species resilience are the two factors keeping the Endarkenment at bay.

I know; such a lovely topic for a Friday post. Apologies to all.

Anywhoos, some memes to fit some of the above points.


Better than expected.

Took Serena to the lake today for a test run on the new set up. Checks for performance changes and leaks in order. A new skirt to test as well.

Performance comes in MUCH better, she holds 4knots with bare inputs and an easy 5.5 with steady power pulls. Able to edge easier, with my weight forward she doesn’t want to slice off unpredictably, and setting blade as a keel rudder works like a charm. It took a couple tries to figure the correct placement of the paddle blade to make this work, but watching my bow wake, you can see the boat drift left by a wider wake on the right, and it doesn’t ‘turn’, just drifts aside. (easier to see that when you are on a glassy lake: one reason I chose to go in the early morning before the wind started chopping up the surface)

Having built up some confidence in the Arc, (gotta come up with a new name there) I tried a couple other techniques I hadn’t tried before. Edged turns, braced leans (super fun ) etc. Sweeps seem to work better too. Likely due to being more centered in the boat.

Started getting hot so found a convenient stump sticking out of the water and used it to practice some hip flicks and to check for leaks in my handiwork. Woot!!!!! Dry all around. Considering my Snapdragon skirt leaks during capsize and this new skirt did not, I consider the price well within reason. So now I have 5 skirts for 3 boats. (Well, technically 4, but the Feathercraft K1 is still out of service for repairs.) Of those skirts, the 3 I spent high dollars on are the worst for leaking. The Seals skirt may as well not be on, it leaks so bad nor will it hold up under a capsize: it implodes every-time. The two snapdragons are great when it comes to keeping splashes out but leak at the lip when submerged. Its not so bad as to be a worry of sinking, but is irritating. The MountainSurf and Appalachian Extreme are bulletproof above or below, AND able to be pulled with one hand unlike the SDs, which wanna wrestle going on and coming off.

Anywhoooz, I had fun and added to my growing knowledge of boat building, hydrodynamics, and self-limitations (that last is a bar that keeps getting moved up.) I refuse to let the world direct my aimless path of self-improvement, so to all the haters in the world burning police stations and trying to make “A better world”: Y’all need to get off the pot and start looking inside yourselves to see where YOU can improve. The world does just fine without your damned socialist inputs.

The Tuttle Twins - a child's foundation of freedom


Lane Change for a day.

It’s domestic duty Sunday.  That means laundry, groceries, what not.  It also means that I am working on the book as we speak. (Kinda, its break time for a few.  can only look at the edit screens for so long before I want to throw the computer through the wall.)

All of this brings up a peeve of mine though.  I am sure that some of us older types that have been around since the Commodore 64 days can all feel for this.   UPDATES!   I hates ’em!   Remember when your computer was top of the line with 128Meg Hard Drive?   Yeah, me either.   Not anymore.  This laptop I have been using has a Solid state Terabyte drive in it, and the operating system covers almost a quarter of that.   My very first computer was a Timex Sinclair 1000.  It didn’t have an operating system, it was a programmable chip with video interface to learn Basic on.  it had a WHOLE WHOPPING Kilobyte of memory!  ROFLMAO.   These days, you can’t write a message to your buddy without hitting that kilobyte limit.

Back to that peeve for a minute.   Most of the updates we see these days, aren’t really ‘updates’, they are security patches.   So many of our programs/apps allow access into some pretty private areas in our little electronic universes, that the app writers have to constantly keep up on security patches to keep one step ahead of the thieves that would do us harm.   MY PEEV is this.   Blockchain would eliminate almost all of the security issues, but the Government and several corporate types resist that tech and discourage its use.  They tell the masses that blockchain will make crime easier or some such shit.

No, sorry, the real reason is this: Blockchain removes their ability to collect your information at whim and use it to prosecute whatever schemes they have this week.  (and the shit is now rolling on a weekly change basis.  Gotta keep the masses reeling with the blows or they may wake up to the fact that the powers that ‘wanna’ be are out of control.)  You may recall a court trying to order someone to give up their password protection on their encrypted files?  That wasn’t a blockchain thing, but the encryption is similar.  They have to ask YOU for permission and that eats at their withered blackened souls to no end.  They will posture and threaten with incarceration, but in the end, it comes down to YOU giving them permission and, Oh! Hell! To! The! NO! is their position on that!

Blockchain is a bottom up security model,  YOU control who has access to your information, not the guy on the other end.   That irritates people like Bill Gates, who has a stranglehold on almost all of your information (especially now with Win-DOH!!s 10)    And blockchain is the foundation for crypto-currency that may be the saving grace of our planet, if we can keep our shit together long enough.

Long enough for ‘What’, Dio?

Long enough for the majority of people to wake up to the fact that GOVERNMENT is the real problem, and that PEOPLE are the answer.  It’s a bit more complicated than that, but I seriously believe that if we could reduce our GOVERNMENT to a local condition where people KNOW PERSONALLY who is trying to do what, then we would eliminate so much of the bullshit we have now.   The disconnect we see in people like PElousy, Sloe-Joe Biden, and others would go away because they would be our neighbors and if they started slipping the leash,,,

The parallel between our program complexities and how fat our Governments have grown are obvious to me.  It’s all, and I do mean ALL about control.   The government has to grow to keep burying its shit so the masses don’t catch whiff of it.  (and its not enough anymore) and the programs have to grow to keep the patches on top of patches functional.   It’s like a hemorrhaging wound.  You don’t take off the first bandage when its soaked, you have to add another on top of it and keep applying pressure.  But if the wound is arterial, you’re gonna need a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

And with the way things are bleeding out right now, I don’t think a tourniquet will suffice.  It may be time for that third level of triage: Make the patient comfortable while they die.


Reality break wknd

Took Sirena and the Carolina to lake Saturday. Had made plans to make a weekend of it with a friend, but, well, plans change. Friend hadn’t cleared things with wifey, or sumpin, dunno, but he was able to spend about 3 hours on the water in Ol’red. (The carolina14.5) fish weren’t interested in anything he tossed out and by 12:30, he was calling it quits.

About that time, another friend texted me and said he, his wife and son were near the ramp fishing: ‘swing by if’n ya can.’ Dude out with me was cool with that and wanted to head home. Me, being frustrated with friends attitude decided ‘sprint time!’. 1.6 miles, calm water and no power boats. Easy peasy! Sorry bud! Try to keep up,,,

Well, he held his own, seeing how Ol’red plows water, where Sirena cuts it like a knife. He did have a euro paddle and a stubborn attitude to not quit. Even so, by the time we made the ramp, both of us were a bit winded. Didn’t have the GPS with me, so guestimating speed at 5mph(based on distance and apx time by text message time stamps.) Not too shabby for this 51yo outta shape dude.

Sunday, after I finished my wknd chores of keeping my self and stead operational, decided my first boat was in need of some h2o time too. Duh!kee hasn’t seen water since last September when she squealed and had her hull ruptured. Repair made, but never tested. It was 84, rivers up about a foot and flowing fast, but Duh!k likes fast water. Water temp was near 60, chilly but ‘knock you to your knees’ cold.

Hard to see in that pic, but the water there is far more turbulent then normal. At surface, river seems to be flowing about 3, just below surface shes rocking at 5. Since I’m now accustomed to how stable Sirena is, I chose to NOT push my limits on the rapids. Duh!kee is similar to riding a freshly broken 1 y.o. horse: she’s just waiting for your attention to stray and is ready to throw you something crazy.

So, find somewhere near the eddies, practice rollling. Get a feel for my first girl again.

Know what that is? In some circles, busted paddle would be correct. In this case, blown roll would be more accurate.

Was not trying full rolls, just dip on one side, get duh!k over completely, then hip flick and lever back up. The current had drifted me into shallower water and the end of the paddle struck rock. Pressure went from whole blade to blade tip instantly and SNAP! I’m back in the water.

That smaller paddle on the deck is called a storm paddle and it was what helped me get back. With how swift the water was, it was time to call it quits without a full paddle. (The storm paddles work well enough, but its not a stroke I’m strong in. Not strong enough to get upstream in fast water anyways.)

Repair was a total success, no leaks; and Duh!k is back in the fleet again. She will continue to be my roller for learning that skill in detail, and for short days where I just want to get wet. Sirena will be my multiple day expedition boat as she can hold quite a bit of gear (and rides SO much better with a load). The Carolina is the loaner boat, also capable as a gear hauler.

Good weekend all around, mussed up plans and all. I feel a little more in-line with facing society again, and just in time for the workweek.


Aftermath (speculative short story)

“Stumbled my way on the darkest afternoon,

doo, doo-dee-doo

Got a beer in my hand and I’m draggin’ a stogie too

bud-budda-bud-bud.

The back of my brain is tickin’ like a clock,

boo-da-dee-doo-doo

I simmer down gently but boil on ‘what the fuck?: “1

Never said I was the greatest singer, but in this sun, scratchin’ out the lines of beans I’m planting; singing makes it go by so much faster. Gotta make our own music now, and it is just me out in this field today.

Who knows what year it is, I lost track a few seasons back. After things went to shit in the 2020 joke of an absentee election cycle, put in place by the countries new ‘Coronaphobia’, people like me retreated to the hills and never looked back. Even my democrat friends knew something was wrong when Biden took the election with 480 electoral college votes. They had written in for Bernie. Not sure what the hell they were thinking but even Bernie was looking like a better bet than Smokin’ Joe Biden. Smokin’ ’cause thats what bearings do when they run without lube for so long under so much pressure.

Then they inaugurated the senile ol groper. Two days later he had an aneurysm in the Oval Office. Interim President Obama, Michelle, not Barry, then nominated Hillary for Vice.

By April, it was chaos. Barry killed Michelle in a ‘pique of passion’ and HRC became the new President of the United States. Every swinging dick on asphalt in the world KNEW that Barry hadn’t killed O. Who had was never answered, and Barry burned in the chair before appeals could be ran, despite his being a former president himself. The Clinton death list had gained a couple new members. And some I know say that Bidens death was on that list as well.

But don’t none of it matter. America was sold off piece meal to the Chinese, the Russians, South African conglomerates: whoever could pay the geld.

“Rule of Law”? Ayah! That’s just a fairy tale these days. Hell, If I get caught growing these beans, they’ll shoot me on sight, plow me under for the fertilizer and harvest them come August for themselves. Of course they would have some political prisoner or two working the rows until, then plow them under for the next batch next year. Not the beans, the prisoners. That’s what America turned into when Queen Clinton enthroned herself. Heck, some don’t believe she is even alive anymore. That they use Computer Graphics to piece together news feeds of her talking, and that its actually Soros doing the driving up there. That he is still alive is amazing too. I guess with all that money, he can afford some radical age stopping treatments, like total blood replacement from young children or some-such,,,

It’s easier out here in what was once the Daniel Boone National Forest. It’s hard to get to where my group is, and with the old fire tower, we have a chance of seeing incoming further out. Used to be that we were scared of the drones looking for us, but a few older Ranger types coming here told us that they can’t keep the drones airborne now. No good pilots, no Techs to keep them working and they don’t trust the pilots they can get to not use the drone as weapon against them. At first I was afraid of the Rangers coming here. Thought that they were looking for us. One of them told me that this section of the woods was once used as a training area for Army Rangers and they all know the area well. If we see them now, they are definitely on our side, and by God, the amount of shit they know,,,

And they bring some really nice toys with them.

I don’t figure I will live to see all of this wrapped up, Ghost said people started fighting in the cities shortly after ‘Her Majesty’ took over, suspended congress and SCOTUS, eviscerated what was left of the Constitution and had every State Governor not on board with her, arrested for pedophilia or drug running or money laundering. The fighting didn’t last long. Just like in Medieval times, siege was a waiting game, shut off essentials like water and food, the people on the inside fold or fail in pretty quick order. Ghost told me some of what he saw before he packed his shit and left. Hollywood couldn’t write the level of horror he had seen.

That was at least a year ago. He still has spells where he just sits and looks at nothing, seeing the back of his head is what he says.

Maybe this batch of beans will keep us going for another 10 months or so. We have enough, but I sure do miss a bigmac these days. Beef just doesn’t happen much and venison is so damned lean. Funny, how all those things we were told were so bad for us, are now essential to good health and avoiding things Beri-Beri. That affliction hadn’t been seen in the US since before the great depression. Its hovers around us now.

“well, Old Mr. Heffer
I’m really pleased to meet you
I didn’t mean to scare your blue-eyed child
but Billy wouldn’t talk to me
and Susie wouldn’t look at me
it made me so doggone crazy
I had to chase them for a mile
all wanted was change for a buck “

Now for the stinky part. Gerry brought me up a load of old carp and I’m giving each plant it’s own fish. Two quarts of honey for 50 dead fish. We’ll have Mead by this time next month, and soon a whole ton of beans. Just a bunch of crazy Deplorables running around drunk and farting in the woods, scaring off all “her Majesties” hired help from third world countries..

Well I’m back and I’m feelin’ good tonight
yea I’m back and I’m feelin’ right
so get back ’cause I’m feelin’ right
Jesus! “

1Four Non-Blondes, Ol’ Mr Heffer.


Back to the Math

I guess I need to expand on my post from yesterday to illustrate better what my point was.

I want to put up, right from the start that I am not saying this bug is a nothing burger. I am saying that the reactions we are seeing are irresponsible and dangerous to an already unstable situation in the world. Said reactions are being fueled by fear mongering and potentially an ulterior motive yet to be resolved from present evidence. (I have suspicions, but don’t want to wander into tin-foil hat territory just yet.)

So, back to the math for a few.

Taking into account that this bug has been ‘rampaging’ since November, I will use the beginning of that month for my start date. Since inception, we are looking at 162 days. Knowing that some countries are no longer tracking this bug or reporting it to WHO, I am going to double the number to appease those that are in full ZOMG! status. Using the average daily death rate of the world for this, and the modified death rate of the bug, there is a 1198/180000 ratio daily. Listed as CoVid19/DDRof world, Rounding things off, this is 1/150. (recall, this is using the doubled rate. Actual numbers are just one in three hundred.)  (This doesn’t account for the death by bug vs entire population of world that I addressed yesterday.  I think that was where the breakdown in communication was.)

Wheres that 3.5% dying thing that some Media outlets were screaming about? Is it that we just haven’t hit the peak yet? Is it that we have ‘flattened the curve’ as designed? Think about it. One hundred fiftieth is a five hundred times better than three percent. No model covers what is being shown, not the flattening of the curve thing, not the projected growth models. None of them show this. WHY????

Because this is not the bug they thought it was. Whatever was released in China has or is evolving into a more benign version of itself. This happens in all virus’ because to be terminal in all stages means no more hosts! Its Darwinism at its finest.

There are some on the nets that say I am being unreasonable by saying that this thing is not as bad as proposed. That my viewpoint is ‘extreme’. I say they are being unreasonable as they aren’t looking at the bigger picture and taking into account the only point that is a non-variable. WE ALL DIE. Yeah, it sucks, it can be sad, and it is never convenient. But at some point we all visit that point. Its called LIFE!!!! You are born, you live, you die: end of story. The numbers we are seeing, DO NOT ADD UP TO JUSTIFY THE REACTIONS DISPLAYED!!!! In my opinion, the reactions are the EXTREME here. For all intents and purposes, this an openly aggressive power grab, robbing us of further liberties and freedoms. They will never relinquish what they have taken away, and only grudgingly allow us some back, until the next round of ‘whatever’ comes down the pike. And the majority of the people HAPPILY rolled over for it, and the rest either consented with minimal fuss, or some, such as myself, are trying to wake up the rest to what is really going on. As an individual, I can’t fight this with any weapons other than the one I am using. Words!

I have an advantage/handicap; depending on your outlook, by being sequestered in a quite rural area with a scattered population bearing no comparison to those metropolitan areas that are being hammered by this bug (hammered if you account for Media Bias, individual reporting underscores this as falsified information) I am also something of a hermit, there is a very small slice of society that I deal with on a regular basis. With that in mind, I have a bias against the mass insanity (as I see it) that is afflicting the nation. I also have the bias of an upbringing where when a child was diagnosed with chicken pox, all the mothers in the neighborhood would have a party to get all the kids together to get them all ‘infected’ so they could all get the shit out of the way and move on with life. This being an example of HERD IMMUNITY that we should be embracing right now, not this “hide under a rock and hope it goes away” attitude. There are those that would be far more susceptible to this bug, and they should sequester themselves for their own protection, but to have the entire society turn turtle is STUPID! The numbers just do not add up to that scenario. The effects of this will be far reaching, farther than the bug itself, and will, WILL have negative effects on those this bug would not have bothered in the least otherwise. Just the passing of the CARES act, which effectively doubled the national debt overnight with the stroke of a pen, has created long lasting effects that will continue into the next two generations not even born yet 1.

All to take care of a virus blown out of proportion by a fear mongering media system.

I am not asking for people to commit suicide by getting this bug and spreading it around. I am asking that people use the gray matter between their ears and THINK before jumping on the bandwagon of public opinion when that public opinion is the raft headed over the falls.

On a lighter note:

“OMG! How are we supposed to plan for this?”  The same way you plan for anything. There’s always an Arquillian Battle Cruiser, or a Corillian Death Ray, or an intergalactic plague that is about to wipe out all life on this miserable little planet.  What was the other lesson in that other movie?  DON’T PANIC.

1this statement made assuming that our currency doesn’t implode in the meantime. Not an assumption I think is solid. I sincerely believe that some group is TRYING to implode the system for reasons yet seen.

 

 


Where the anarchists’ play

Just a little thought in my head that needed brought forward by a running conversation amongst peers in one of the dreaded social media apps.

Further aggression against the Bill of Rights. It may not need said among those I am conversing with, but for clarity, I will say it here. Our Bill of Rights is in peril. Has been for years, since at least the Thirties of the last Century, when the Second Amendment started getting assaulted with infringements, in direct violation of the Amendment itself (Shall not be infringed!!!!) SO, I am going to cover my stance on things as I see them, hopefully clarifying some things for others, and maybe, just maybe sending a memo to the remainder of the country that there are those of us with a like mind, and you really don’t want to piss us off. (Don’t Tread On Me, isn’t a threat, its merely a warning, just like the rattlesnake in the picture gives a warning first, before striking. FYI, a rattlesnake will rattle only after it can’t move away anymore. The people of this country that only want to make their way in life, can’t move away anymore, and this is our rattling that warning.)

There are only three rights1 and three rules that need to be addressed here, everything else is details.

Right #1: The right of Individual pursuit of Life, Freedom, and Prosperity2. Everyone of us gained that right by simply being born. How we address those three items is entirely up to us as individuals with certain precepts that guide us. Some of those are cultural, some religious, and some are inherent in the governments we happen to be burdened with, but there is always a choice: the difference between the truly free and the oppressed is how much are they willing to bear, or shrug off, and what sacrifices are they willing to make to be free. Freedom (liberty3) is NEVER Free. You must fight for it, either at the ballot box, on the soap box, or with the bullet box, but you will fight for it. Knowing a former Soviet Escapee, one that happened to get out from under that nightmare before it fell apart for the better, she sees what is going on in this country and warns others as best she can what is coming. She is fighting for freedom in her life yet again. The first time she sacrificed her entire family (they actually sacrificed themselves so she could escape, ) now she has only herself to give for the freedom, and is willing to give it for others to be free. Freedom is accepting responsibility; being accountable for your choices, decisions, and actions. In our current society, there are few that understand just how uplifting and burdensome freedom can be. We bury our responsibilities by accepting assurances we will be taken care of, at the promise of others. By accepting that promise, we surrender another slice of our freedom.

Right #2: The right to self-defense. This is not the second amendment cry. I don’t give a rats ass about whether a gun or rock or club is legal or not when it comes to self defense. The powers that wanna be can outlaw everything under the sun, and if I have the need to defend my life, I will use whatever is at hand to do so. Be it rock, limb of a tree, butchers knife from my kitchen counter, or that AR that just happens to still exist even though there aren’t any numbers on it and no paper-trail describing its existence. The right to self-defense is inherent just by drawing breath, and to deny that fact is to deny living. There is no creature under God’s Eye that isn’t interested in maintaining its existence. Even the damned virus’ that are running rampant across the world are interested in living, breeding, a continued existence past the here and now. Even a cornered rat will stand its ground and fight back. Not because it can win, but because it has to at least try! And sometimes that attempt is enough to make the aggressor back off and the rat gets to live another day. They can outlaw all the guns, but they can never get all the guns out of circulation. They can tax or outlaw the ammunition, but they will never be able to get rid of whats out here, nor stop people from making their own. Even if they did somehow manage to do both, and there were no more guns in the world (a self defeating attempt because you will need guns to enforce the decree), someone, somewhere, will find a way to eliminate another person’s life, if that is what their intentions are from the start. You can’t stop that, no matter how many laws you enact. Proof positive of concept: its already illegal to kill another person by any means, yet it still happens. Taking the tools away doesn’t stop the deed, it only makes the aggressor more creative in the deed. That’s all a gun is, a tool; its the person and their intent that make the tool deadly. In other words: I am the weapon!

Right #3: The right to self-segregate. This is one that has been getting skipped over way too often in our Civil Rights Era. It’s not a racist thing, in any way shape or form, its a personal choice, and one that I see others ‘guilty of’ more often than not4. You don’t see wolf packs integrating with wildcat prides, and you never hear about some zoologist crying about how racist the wolves are. I choose who I want to integrate with, on terms of my choosing, just as those I do or do not integrate with do the same in reverse. If I choose to mingle with people of color, or different cultural backgrounds, I do so on terms I decide upon, that are mutually (verbally or physically by actions) agreed upon by the people I am mingling with. If I choose to retreat to some mountain hide-away where all of my neighbors are the same color or breed, or cultural whatever, that then is self-segregation and there is nothing at all wrong with that. Even now, in a world where being a white male is the ultimate form of racial segregation and negative bias, the right to self-segregate is inherent even in the same breath of those screaming for racial equality. And yet those same screamers can’t see the dichotomy of their words. You see predominantly White neighborhoods, predominantly Black neighborhoods, Asian neighborhoods, etc. There may be the ‘odd’ duck in any of the above, and they may or may not be an asset to the community, but for the most part, the community is a homogeneous unit. This isn’t racial bigotry, it just how people do things. I believe strongly that it is a genetic impulse as well. (side note into another discussion, but won’t delve into deeply here: We may be “civilized” but we are only one or two generations away from that beast in the cave. Some individuals may be closer still.)

And that leads way into the rules that IN MY OPINION, should guide everyone, and is much shorter than the Ten Commandments,

Rule 1: Don’t hurt people and don’t take their stuff. Simple as pie, harder to live by when others don’t want to follow suit.

Rule 2: If it hurts none, Do as you will.. This is much harder and is NOT the ‘if it feels good, do it” attitude of the late Sixties hippie commune era. The concept of hurting none, applies to yourself as well. A corollary of this is “Live and let live.”

Rule 3: No matter how inconvenient, speak the truth. Obviously, there are times where this one may violate the second one, and at those times, omission is the côte du jure; just shut your trap. And there are many a time where keeping your jaws wired shut is the only option to keeping the peace and liberty we so wish for in life.

Some may say that those three rules will be violated if I exercise my second right of self defense. No. My right to self-defense is inherent to maintaining my right to life and liberty, and if some other decides to break the rule of leaving me in peace, then what actions I take to maintain, are justified so long as they are not unreasonable. If someone were to try and shout me down in a crowded room, obviously I do not have the right to kill them(even if doing so would unburden the rest of the species of a cancer. My opinion aside, that would be unjustified and unreasonable). But I DO have the right to try and shout them down as well: “In Kind” is a term that was used often in courts of old, when justice tended to be swifter and much more intimidating to violators.

Now, with my right to self-defense, if someone were to attack me, whether it be for theft, rapine, or whatnot: any physical attack on my person, or family, or property; I would be justified in use of deadly force to protect the above. My personal opinion of this is that if someone is making the decision to hurt me, either by damaging/killing my person, or my people, or stealing my property, they have chosen to take the risk of dying to do so. There have been too many silly word games played in recent years in the courts systems that twist that simple premise into a labyrinth of illogical and emotional trauma for the damaged parties. (and this falls under a piece of advice as given my family at one point in history, by a member of the Law Enforcement Community; If you have to, kill them, don’t wound them, or maim them. KILL THEM. Dead men can’t counter-argue. This is also supported by the Gun-cultures meme of “I’d rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six.”)

A slight digression here. Heinlein is often quoted as saying “An armed society is a polite society,” I think a civilized or polite society has to have a certain amount of Barbarism held in check, ready to be unleashed as may be required, to maintain that civil decorum. If law breakers knew that they would be held liable with their very lives, not just a short term in jail, a slap on the wrist and maybe some new restrictions (that they will ignore the same way they ignored the original set of restrictions), they would be more apt to keep an even keel with the rest of society. The ones that did ‘go over the rainbow’ would be dealt with, and there it would end. In short order, crime would become much less a problem in our world. That is not to say it would go away completely, human nature being what it is, there will always be someone that wants more, and tries to figure a way to gain it without earning it. People are inherently lazy: they will try to find the easiest route first, and some will have little issue with doing so at some others loss.

I have seen others vision of a more perfect world5, where people are the catalyst to growth and Government is stymied by sacrifice, not encouraged by allowed force. Where the individual is the building block, and to achieve a status in government means proving yourself in as many fronts as possible, achieving success, then sacrificing it all for the privilege of serving the community. That privilege supported by the sacrifices made, basic taxation in the form of Fees assessed in disputes of business departures, and resident fees (voluntarily made by residents, but enforced by needing the services of said citizens that make the sacrifices for leadership.) No one is “entitled” to anything, especially not someone else’s profits. An individual has to make their way, and the whole society is self-regulating. If someone is producing a faulty product, public response would drive that person out of the business. If someone were to be hurt by that product, baring self-inflicted wounding through mis-use, The producer would be liable for damages, to be determined by a Citizens Court where the defendant could counter sue to determine operator negligence, etc. Actual cases of damage through theft, vandalism, assault, rape, etc, would be handled at the societal level, either through arrest by others in the area (not law enforcement, as that should be a responsibility of all able bodied persons in a truly free society) or action by the intended victim at that time. In the case of assault or rape, if the criminal were killed, the victim would only need to show reasonable cause. (again, held by the citizens court if need be: usually in the case of a family filing wrongful death charges)

The problem with that more perfect world becoming reality is in our current mental state as a society. No one wants the responsibilities that such a society would force on the individual, even though it would be far easier and safer to live in such a world. So few are willing to accept that their personal choices have led them to where they are in life, and would rather blame everyone around them for their misery. “If they would just promote me,,,” “I didn’t choose to be born this way,,,]”, “If I had a better education,,,”, etc. It’s always easier to shift the blame, then to turn and look in the mirror and try see that person behind the mask we all wear. So many have been wearing the same mask for so much of their life, they aren’t even aware that they are hiding their reality from themselves. The responsibilities those three little ‘rights’ and three little ‘rules’ would force on people are too heavy a burden for a vast majority of people in this world. The choices they would have to make are too ‘hard’, and the road to that ‘easy’ life of true freedom and personal potential would require ‘too much work’. That state of mind leads society into Entropy, a steady decline of rewarding incompetence, and eventual failure dragging across decades.

Sadly, it appears we are at that cusp.

Without going into details that most everyone would know from our recent history, current trends in the world show we are on the cusp of something much much bigger than just a Pandemic. Observing how society is reacting to the events of the day, I think that understanding is much deeper than just a simple fear of a disease, and a temporary shutdown of society as a whole. I think the current actions of our present Government are a cover for something much more serious in the background, and while signs of that larger event are obvious, I feel that that what we are seeing has been coming for a long while yet, and is still being held back by the simple tactic of slapping another bandage on the bleeding wound. Time will tell how all of this pans out, and it will be up to the historians in the future to piece it together and make sense of it all. Unfortunately, no one will learn from our mistakes, the same way we haven’t learned from the mistakes of our ancestors, and all of this will be repeated again, in some fashion similar to this and other events.

1Freedom of speech is one of the most misinterpreted and misunderstood rights in our current world. Every one has an opinion, and everyone has a right to state it, but no one has a right to be free of being offended by the words of another. In the words of a friend, “I don’t have to agree with, or even like, what you say, but I will defend your right to say it with my life.” There are many now in the world that do not want to reciprocate that sentiment.

2This differentiates from the Declaration of Independence in something more inline with what Jefferson had originally written but was voted down on. His words were for Life Liberty and Property, which the Abolitionists argued encouraged slavery, and the Federalists felt undermined the Government as a whole. The compromise settled for ‘happiness’. Happiness is a personal perception, Property is a tangible. I am writing ‘Prosperity’ as it fits in the middle of the two, being able to be measured in scale with society.

3Freedom and Liberty are not interchangeable terms in my opinion. Doing so illuminates a certain amount of ignorance on the part of the speaker. Liberty is an agreed upon state by a group, and can be rescinded by said group at the expense of an individual, without the individuals consent. Freedom is self-enforced and carries weights and responsibilities that are not necessarily carried by the society as a whole. The differences are quite profound for two terms thrown around with such abandon.

4I find the whole ‘discussion’ of racism to be unstable. I see people stating ‘facts’ that are really just statistics, ignoring scientific facts as hyperbole, and twisting the entire discussion with circular logic from a previously determined goal, never seeing the contradictions, nor mental contortions they have to go through to achieve ‘the dream’. I have found it much easier the last few years when such a conversation comes into my world to just say “I’m Racist.” and stop the whole thing cold. I am not Racist though. I base my decisions on whom I congregate in Meritocracy. If you can , do: if you can’t, learn or go away. It’s that simple for me. Race is never a factor.

5Micheal Z Williamson. Freehold Series of Science Fiction/libertarian novels. He explores such a world through protagonist/antagonism using the Freehold as protagonist, and “UN” as antagonist; each novel covers aspects to the premise, and analyzes through ‘war gaming’, potential conflict of existing thoughts with those that would be needed to bring that world into reality.


Still ain’t buyin’ it.

I keep looking around, watching the world charts of what this bug is doing (if accurate, could go either way on that note) and watching what Government is doing here locally nationally etc. Still ain’t buying it. Something isn’t ringing true. Numbers aren’t adding up, reactions are grossly out of caliber for the end result to be justified.

Its not the disease thats scaring me, its the inintended consequences of government spasms in the name of “public safety”. Financially the economies are tanking. At current trend, and with the Fed poised to start buying up everything to keep the velocity of money up, we are looking at the next Weimar republic scene, only this time it will cover multiple continents. When the economies explode in hyperinflation, JIT delivery systems go tits up (if not sooner if the gov locks down every major city and restricts travel liberties) JIT goes tits up, and people are next in line, after they shred the remnants of whats on the shelves of every mom n pop store and walmart.

And all for what, some smoke n mirrors show of force? Like another blogger has stated. Let them have this much leeway for this disease, what’s to stop them for the next one, or the one after that, or putting the entire country into lockdown because of “whatever” being construed BY THEM as a public safety concern.

Coldfury excerpts CS Lewis in this post and I must agree with the premise. None of us, NONE escape death. We are born dying, surrounded by so many different death options from day one. This ‘new bug’ is just another in a long list of many, that MAY take you over to the next plane of existence. Suck it up because the odds are actually in your favor that it WON’T!!!! And lets face it; while dying scares purt much everybody, we all have to face it eventually. Yeah it sucks, isn’t pretty, usually painful, but it just IS. If its you, it truly sucks, if its someone close to you, it still sucks and should be counted as a trial run for when its your turn. And if its not someone you know, or are close to, breath a sigh of relief and get back to keeping on: you dodged the bullet this time, but there are more where that one came from and eventually,,,

But, for whatever reason, which completely escapes me unless my suspicions are correct, our fearless Leaders that wanna Be, think they are protecting us.

The only ‘upside’ that I see right now? People are all becoming preppers. Recent trip to grocery showed a serious dent in stock of flour, beans, dry noodles, and other long term storage stuff that can make pretty much anything. The entire aisle of vegetable oils was bare, gone. Like I said to boss, if you have vegetable oil, flour and some salt and pepper, you can cook rat and make it taste like chicken. (Side note, there was toilet paper still on the shelf, just not much, LOL)

I’ve said it to several people in meatspace, in texts, even across VoIP; what I am seeing is, IMO, a cover for collapsing the economy so that defaults on obligations can take place without instigating retribution from creditors. It doesnt matter “who” created and released the bug, all the big players are responding in kind with similar actions and all of them are using it to scare the shit out of their own people.

And if I’m wrong? So what. If I’m right, so what. I’m just one little fish in a great big sea of fish. The bubbles I’m making, float away just like everybody elses.

It all comes down to being sick n tired of all the hype n negativity being amplified over the good in life. If you only live with venom and sewage, you see nothing else. Get out and try to see something good for once. Do it before they make it so you need permission or a badge, or whatever option the currently evolving police state we reside in comes up with. Cowering away in fear is pointless and pathetic.


Maybe I’m dense

But I just figured out the fear factor I have been observing.People are scared to death, of dying.(I’m being a touch sarcastic, bear with me,,,)

Now, to me, this makes very little sense. We are born with a death sentence. No one gets out of this life, alive. Period! End of discussion! I’ve been aware of my own mortality since early in 92. I saw death, face on, and knew, KNEW, I was given a gift in living through it. Every day since has been such a gift and I have lived as such. I enjoy waking in the morning and thinking about how I can do more living. As an example; I saw a t-shirt that summed it up very well. It said ” I don’t kayak to add years to my life, I kayak to add life to my years.”

Thats how I approach everyday. Its also in part why I have never achieved rousing success, wealth, or notoriety; I tend to bounce from one endeavor to the next.Its also why some people think I’m full of crap when they first meet me: they can’t believe I have done all the things I have. After all, everyone of us has the same number of hours in a day, I just choose to not spend mine in front of a programmer. When they see the backstage passes, the hand built kayaks, the hand built steam engine, the autographed pictures, the bookshelf full of so many different areas of study, the certifications and awards,,,,all in an off-grid home I designed and built,,,

But the fear of death just isn’t in me. I know I will die, eventually, and even have some idea of when, thanks to a genetic trait inherited from my mothers side. Barring outside forces, I have around 15 years left on the clock. Maybe more, maybe less, depending on my choices in taking care of this vehicle I inhabit. That doesn’t scare me. Hell, in many ways, I embrace it, and plan accordingly. Even if those outside forces end ‘me’ before that time, I’m ok with that too: I’ve had a hella good time, even when it sucked! I have no regrets about my life. I dont see death as the “end of the road”, I see it as the end of this part of life and the beginnings of a new one; a transitioning like the ‘death’ of a caterpiller is the birth of a butterfly.

But so many others freak out when the idea of dying flits across their mind. Is it because they have never really lived? Or that they haven’t led good lives and fear “meeting their maker” and his/her/its judgements? Or that they just have too much more to do yet? (I guess that one could be part of the first reason) Maybe they have children that are dependent upon them?(that one I have a better understanding for, but there are things that can be done and the here and now to alleviate that.) Maybe they just have not found their purpose in life? (This one IMO is why some fall to religous extremes so easily)

Maybe this scare will help some of those in fear wake up to it and ‘fix’ the problem. I can’t see anything wrong with more people getting out of the house and living life. Maybe the entertainment industry and advertisers would, but not me.Grizzykat agrees.


Ruminations, perturbations, and observations

Scanning through the webs today, just to make sure I have a finger on the pulse of the rest of the world, I ran across some things, things that make you go ‘hmmm?’ and other things that stopped me cold in my thoughts.   Enough things that I thought I should get them out to share with others.

This whole Corona/beer/batshit virus thing is off the chain.  Never have I seen our government going so far for something so little and the actions I have been witnessing vicariously through blogs and the occasional glimpse on the MSM’s seemingly doesn’t match the reality around me. In the words of Bugs Bunny, Something stinks!  Assessing the situation, knowing that this is still early in the usual growth curve of viral anything, maybe I am jumping the shark here, and maybe those running things know things we don’t.   Time will tell.   But, as was mentioned in comments over at Irish’s place, has anyone reading these blogs met or know personally, any one person that has contracted this virus?  We hear reports of “some un-named person” coming down with it locally, but,,,   Hey, news is what news is, right?  (and like I said to my sister, the Media is geared for fear mongering, not news)  We also know that  Major American News Networks are not going to tell a truth if it smears our government.

And that brings be around to the ruminations of Vaping again.   Y’all know that I have been fighting the smoking thing for years now.  Since last year, I was doing very well by switching to a vapor pen type nicotine source.  I know that its not ‘quitting’ if you are just transferring the addiction to another source, but by God, the difference in my breathing was fast, and I had dropped the coffin nails completely.  THEN,,,  Suddenly there was outcry against Vaping and how it was killing people (less than a thousand last I heard) and even schills in DC were talking about how Vaping was a pandemic that needed stopped.  (notice a parallel conversation here???)    Finding the pods for my Vapor-pen has become an increasingly difficult task, and I have started picking up the cancer sticks again.   And I find my breath is getting shortened, yet again.   (Yes, I know.  I really just need to quit, but honestly, the body count if I tried to go cold turkey would be staggering!)   and then I read this article, about Disease investigators trying to track down Patient Zero of the CovID19 virus   It’s only mentioned in passing about the potential connection of Beer bug and Vaping  and possible misdiagnosis, but that along with some of the other stuff, and all of which checks as fact,,,,

I don’t believe in Coincidences,,,    The Government shuts down a BioResearch lab ran by the Army, Some people get sick and its blamed on the newest Fad in smoking, and then some athletes from that same area attend an event in Wuhan China.   Four weeks later, people are dropping like flies, and the world shits itself and begins shutting down living.    There are other articles with similar content, but that one covers most of it. Please, read the whole thing.

Hollyweird can’t make shit up like this.   Every aspect can be tied together and all of it stinks of a government trying to cover its ass by shifting the blame and slinging poo at the watching crowd.   Keep watching, but I bet that this thing fizzles out by August and it will be on to the next disaster of epic proportions.

Then you have the fight between Commie Bernie and Dementia Biden,,,

God, if that’s the best the opposition can come up with,,,    I can’t even,,,  No words,,,,   It’s just disgusting.

 

Tying all of that above together gave me another thought to ponder.  People are shitting themselves over a what may just be a hyped up bug, clearing store shelves like Armageddon is right around the corner, and we have a presidential election coming up that has the absolute dregs of  high society for Candidates running.   Have the American people really devolved into such SHEEP, that someone blowing their nose causes them to lose their collective fucking mind??????

Now for the thing that stopped me cold.

Taken from The Woodpile Report.

Prayers for Remus.   Stay dark as long as you need Brother, we can wait.   Take care of yourself, don’t follow to closely behind her.

 

 

I’ll leave it at that for now.   Question everything,