THings are getting sporky and NOT ONE MEDIA outlet is talking about it in any way shape or form. PRAVDA means TRUTH. Did we learn NOTHING from the Russian experiment?
Yup, last night I made a trip to the store for a Coke (been cutting back, but,,,,) and the Enemedia was spouting something about Kamala-laladingdong trashing the US again. Ok, thats a positive since she is a sitting VP, even if illegally ensconced, and the bitch shits all over the country she ‘represents’. Good optics there, you heels in air whore.
Nada about the southern border becoming a hotbed of fun and games of the third world order.
And it is all about “REPLACEMENT POPULATION” and the Cartels are making BANK on it. I never knew about the wrist band things: thats a new spin on this mess. It shows that even the cartels have to package deal the product to keep up with it. And that brings up: where the hell are these people getting the money to pay the cartels to move them? Seems to me that someone is supplying a certain amount of lucre Why would someone pay three grand to come to the US when that same three grand would set them up quite nicely in some of the places they are bailing on. Incentives on this end, IE Free welfare promise and edu-mi-cation. Short term thinkers for certain, because TANSTAAFL is damned near a natural law. What we have is collapsing before our eyes and teetering on sudden implosion.
And I thought I was up on things in my research for “Wings”. LOL.. Damn, this world is heavy into Wide Open throttle towards hell and we ditched the brakes somewhere around 2019.
I keep watching the markets for that seismic disturbance indicating full melt down, but all I keep seeing is the deadcat bounce.(not the proper term, but it sounds cool.) Manipulated much? Someone is making bank on this mess, but it sure isn’t the small investors or the producers of real goods. And that ‘Someone’ is using it to destroy this place. THAT!!! Christ in a handbasket, this shit can’t be written like a story, NO ONE would believe it. I know for certain that if someone had traveled back just two years to warn of us of what we have been witness to, They would have been locked up as KOOKS with a quickness.
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.
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.)
(all meme’s Courtesy of Irish, many many thanks.)
Been a lot of medical ‘enlightenment’ within my immediate family of late. Between the death of my mother, my Da nearly leaving us recently, BIL and Sis’s auto accident,,,, Yeah, its been one hell of a year for education in what our health system has become. As commenter, Dirtroadlivin has expressed here, it’s no longer a healthcare system, but a SICK-care system. This meme illustrates the mentality that I see is so prevalent among most ‘Doctors’ attached to a hospital system.
There is a Nurse Practitioner here’bouts that I have had dealings with. Occasionally I will blow a gasket or hydraulic line and need the services of someone with good stitching skills, and she hasn’t let me down yet. And we have such wonderful conversations about how screwed up the system is. She opened an Urgent care site, and yes, its a franchise thing, BUT, it is not attached to the main system directly and she has a little more leeway in how she can handle most situations. And I much prefer her attentions than those of the local hospitals for closing me up. With the hospitals, in both cases, I ended up with a black mark on my credit score before I EVER knew there was a bill, and both places were paid in cash with receipts showing “Paid in Full”. It wasn’t the hospital that sent things to collections before a bill was ever sent, it was the Doctors associations that did it. In both cases, the bill was for over a grand. And both sit on my credit record because the entire thing, STINKS of fraud, and I can take the hit for the next seven years.
But thats not all of it. There is an entire industry that is collusion with the SICK-care system. The Media. I know the following meme is faked, but it illustrates that just fine and it doesn’t take a genius to see that this “could” be a real headline in the press, if they felt they needed to make a point to keep the sheep in line. (and its ripped from the fact that Joe Rogan was indeed prescribed Ivermectin and kicked the ‘Ronas. They had to belittle it some way so they called it “horse medicine” even though the original intent of Ivermectin was PEOPLE, in Africa.)
And they get away with it because so FEW seem to have ANY critical thinking skills. Well, maybe more than a few, and those more than a few don’t pay any damned attention to the media whores anymore. Its the ones that still buy their crap that don’t ‘Think’.
And then we have the whole ironic fact that our governent is actively attempting peer pressure to force DRUGS on the population. After years and years of “this is your brain on Drugs” advertising, they turn around and try this shit. And this meme is not lost on many, Its that stupid, what they are trying to do. You really have to wonder what the real intent behind their drive is. It sure isn’t a health issue. I say its all about control, but there are several points that say its about population reduction, and I find it hard to not believe that. Especially with the recent issues that popped up in Israel. Control, definitely. Pop Reduction, quite possilby. Need to remove a control group to cover their asses? Wouldn’t doubt it for an instant.
And we all know that the entire system is corrupt from top to bottom. That BIG PHARMA and the FDA are pretty much married to each other is obvious to anyone that has done any travel overseas and found that meds HERE, and meds THERE are completely different in pricing, and availability. There was an OTC drug in Europe, and for the life of me I can’t recall its name, but its a Controlled substance here in the states. It was the best damned headache relief I have ever used. BUT, I can’t recall its name. There is one that I do recall though. Ketoprofen. Went by the trade name Orudis KT. Kicked my backpain FAST. Then it started getting popular and suddenly, it was rumored that some college kids found out that it, on an empty stomach, taken with a coca-cola would get you high, and WHAM!!!! The FDA made it a controlled substance. Only, it was only a rumor, and IMO, certain bigger pharma companies were seeing a drop in their OTC Pain relief sales and bought some FDA cronie. Now, I can’t even get a scrip for Ketoprofen because the company that made it went bankrupt fighting the FDA’s decision.
I have been driving myself nuts trying to answer the one question that keeps coming back time and again; “how do WE, the little people in the world, the ones that actually make the whole thing functional, FIX this shit?” And I keep coming up with one answer, even though I HATE it. We can’t. Let it burn. Its gonna suck big green greasy donkey dicks for a long time, but what we have now, is NOT fixable without tearing it all down first.
We have to get mean, we have to pull consent, and we have to stop letting the big faceless corporations milk us for everything we have, then piddle it back to us as “services” that don’t balance the books. AND its not JUST the SICK-care system. Its THE FRAUD, The MSM’s, our SMEducation System from K through PhD; there is a lot of rot in the system that needs removed.
I keep writing this, and I keep coming up with some drivel that sounds like marxist bullshit, and I KNOW that is not what I mean. There is a lot of GOOD in the world, but there is so much that is in control of big corporations with the only intent being to drive up returns for the investors. There is a reason most doctors offices have more ‘nurses’ running accounting and paperwork services than actual nursing functions. The Administration section of most hospitals has more people working in it than the medical staff, and I saw this first hand when I worked in IT, at a hospital . I saw what was happening in the Medicine side of thngs all the way back in the early 90s. If I was prescribed something, I would go over the border to a ‘Pharmacia’ and get what I needed for about a tenth of the cost here in the states, AND in most cases, didn’t need a Scrip to get it. I bought a bottle of E-mycin 200mg/500count for $3, no scrip, no questions. (and yes, some people are gonna get all bent out of shape that “people would get themselves killed if we didn’t control those things”. Really? DO you think that shit like ‘Uncertified Pharmacists’ don’t exist now? Here? Guess what, We call them “Drug Dealers”,,,, If you think that, Search this page for my “there aughta be a law” posts for a full scathing of your backside.)
yeah, I keep coming back to the BURN IT DOWN so we can build it back, Right, this time. Or at least better than what we have devolved into. Yes, the experiment is over, but experiments MUST come to some end, or there will be nothing learned.
I think we have learned a lot from this one. The hypothesis may need a tweak or two, but thats how we improve.
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.
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.
Sitting. Waiting. Deliveries behind schedule, parts to install but no parts to be had. Pay based on work done, not time spent so pay is zip currently.
Sitting. Waiting. TPTwB pushing levers and buttons, but the machine isn’t going any faster. Prolly cuz the wheels already fell off and we’re riding on the brake drums. Lots of sparks and smoke, but nothing giving way to the next stage, YET.
I hear people sounding the drum, clanging on the pots, shouting from the roof tops, that shits about to go sideways any minute. And one thing tells me that they are likely correct.
I found out years ago that my psyche deals with things a leetle differently than most people. When I was involved in my first road accident, the yound lady I was with noted that I was a cool as a cucumber before during and immediately after the destruction. When I was in Kuwait, before things got sparky with a small force of the Iraqi Republican Gaurd (in some shitty little national forest there, that was barely a grove of trees here) same thing; cool and relaxed with barely a hint of waiting tension. Like the steady state of a loaded spring. When I had my little ‘spill’ on the Elkhorn, it was a problem to be worked, not a ‘shit my pants, ima gonna die’ moment.
I have no clue HOW it works, I just know it does: to many times where people around me are losing thier shit, and I’m cool and relaxed ready for the next problem, complete emotional detachment from myself and the goings-on. Usually, if I am uptight, wont be shit for a reason. Like my kayaking, flat water has me more uptight than waves. And B can attest, I’m nervous nellie on the flat but smooth as ice when things get more vertical and curvy. The only time I get stressed is during verbal confrontations with other people; maybe its from knowing that if it goes physical, I have no off-switch,,,
For clarity, yes, I do have that “OMGOMGOMG” going on in part of my brain, but somewhere somehow some other life, I learned how to shut it in its own little box and shove it aside out the way. (And that ‘skill’ was present pre-USMC days, maybe the Corps just polished it up a bit.)
That part of my brain is in lockdown right now, but the warning signs don’t justify it, and that tells me somthing BIGGER is forthcoming. Or, that something much closer to home is about to go sideways. Thats the problem with this, I never have a clue until after the fact; I just know that when I go full calm, shits about to hit the fan.
I dunno, sometimes I get a clue from my pre-urges. Like in Kuwait, I had this demanding urge to triple check the action on my rifle ten minutes before we took incoming rounds. I’d just cleaned the rifle that morning, before we started convoy out of country, but damned if I wasn’t half breaking down my rifle checking shit WHILE DRIVING. My A-driver thought I was insane. I’m not getting that type of urge currently. I did make sure that my ammo and such were secure, but it was a cursory check; like patting your pockets to make sure you have your keys before you lock the doors.
Nope, no demanding urges, just calm and patient waiting.
All I can say is, “Watch your Six, know where your friends are, and keep your clothes and weapons where you can find them in the dark.” It may be a false alarm, but this feeling has never been false before.
You get up in the morning, you have a routine you go through, and then you leave an abode to enter a vehicle that you use to travel or accomplish some goal. The ‘vehicle’ is the center of my argument today.
What IF what we call life, or our bodies are nothing more than a vehicle and our true selves are coherent wave patterns at the quantum levels? The vehicle has a very complex computer system that allows total interaction at the physical level, but is limited to ONLY the physical. Our real existence is much broader and larger in scope and is partially accessed at times of rest (sleeping/dreams)?
What if those ‘crazy people’ are actually an evolutionary state with ‘better’ or ‘different’ computers, allowing higher functions to ‘leak’ into the physical realm?
What if I were to tell you that modern science has found that your brain is not confined to whats in your skull? That there are synaptic matrixes surrounding your ‘guts’ and that ‘gut feeling’ you get is not your imagination but that magnificent computer we call our brain recieving information from one of its peripherals. And we have terms like ‘muscle memory’,,, the brain is much larger and far more complex and every year (decade?) we find out what we knew is not quite fact. What if the quantum scientists are closer to finding out Valentine Michael Smith had the right of it?
What if all of the activity we record in an EKG is only the interface between the computer and our quantum selves?
Think about that for a moment, please.
No, it doesn’t answer the ‘why are we here?’ questions, or the ‘what happens after we die?’ questions either, but it could start to give insight into the second one. If you consider that this ‘vehicle’ we inhabit during our woke moments is just a physical interface, that when it expires we can create a new one: maybe all of the dogma is bunk.
Now, I’m not saying we shouldn’t be good, or not have a higher purpose to fix the evils of this reality; maybe that is why we created this reality to begin with; as a training ground to learn HOW to do whatever it is we need to learn. Its a much neater cleaner way of making mistakes, to limit them to one small rock in the universe than to screw up when your quantum self is manipulating galactic star dust.
What if the real battle isn’t ‘Good vs Evil’ but more ‘Creator vs Controller’? Those that want to create vs those that want to control everything. Growth vs entropy could be another way of looking at it.
Use that open mind of yours for a minute and see if that idea (creators vs controllers) makes the world strife around you a little clearer. If my theory of our being quantum shadows (physical representations of our quantum selves) has any merit, then the strife we see ‘here’ is a reflection of a much larger battle taking place all over the universe: growth vs entropy.
No, I don’t have any answers, just a shit ton of questions; I’m stuck in this space time reality trying to figure out the ‘why?’, same as the rest of the quantum shadows surrounding me. Maybe the cats have the why off it, but they aren’t talkin’,,,
And maybe I took a few too many hits of acid waybackawhen,,,, LOL.
(But, What if I’m right?l