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NPR Rasputin and You

I set up a car stereo system in the wall of my house sometime last year; y’all might remember seeing it when I was showin’ off my bookshelves n books. 

Sadly, the reception around these parts blows.  I mostly use the system with memory cards loaded up with music, or Bluetooth with my phone.(technology can be so friggin cool!)

But occasionally, I want to hear whats going on in the world.  Of the three stations I can receive, two are NPR.  One Ky central and the other KY south east.  One is on a 30 second delay from the other (which is handy if you ‘didnt quite heat that last part’ correctly)

I HATE NPR!  The  spin on pretty much everything they carry is so glaringly obvious to an individualist, it is enough to make me want to puke my guts up. But i listen to the enemy network just to get a broader picture even if I know its all spin and propaganda.  (And knowing is half the battle.) There are some good programs on there, like fresh air, where they highlight music from obscure artists.  That is how I personally discovered Sam Bush a few years back. (While hauling a sound system to a gig in Asheville.  Only station available was NPR.) Fell in love with that genre (new grass) and Sams mandolin playing in particular, on that trip.

Anywhooos,  sunday night, while I was laying out the frame for a new wing on one of my models, I had NPR on, mostly as background noise, but down low so I didn’t have to actually HEAR the shiite. Thats when it hit me.  The mix is perfect, if you want to hypnotize a person.  The slight bump with points at 200 hz and 400hz, peaking at 250 and another around 1khz for clarity is similar to the kind of mix I used when I was running MC the few times I did.  It brings out the ‘warm feeling human’ tonality that gets attention and holds it. The lower freqs are for the warmth and are harmonic to each other, the 1k bump is harmonic to 200 and 250 (4th and 5th order conversely) addiing clarity to the warmth, or as we liked to say “sibilance!” when testing mic’s.  The best way to acheive this mix is with a 7 band parametric EQ with hi/lo pass/cut filters, and 3 sweepable mids.  (What most radio stations had BEFORE 31 band graphics became so cheap.  )  These were coming back into style as I was leaving the sound scene and I absolutely fell in love with them.

I listened pretty closely for a few, then pulled up a conservative talk radio site on the phone and listened to it for a few.  Definitely a different mix; one intended for clarity only.(the added benefit of a smaller range of frequencies for broadcast)

Why?

A warm voice gives the ‘mommy’ feel, where a clear voice insinuates command or a fatherly figure.  Even the Female conservative talkers use the latter settings.

Think about that for a minute.  Add to your thoughts the current trend of ‘safe spaces’ and that ilk.

Rasputin was an advisor to the Tsar of Russia just prior to the Red Revolution in 1917. He was a hypnotist, among other things, and had full command of his boss as far as history has been written.  Add that to your thoughts as well.

Things are not what they appear.

There are insidious things happening behind the scenes, and there are people that know full well what they are doing in such scenes.

I am thinking that maybe, just maybe, I need to work on certain certs and get BACK into audio but as a radio tech, not a roadie.


Addendum to yesterday’s post

I think my biggest issue at thos point is “Where are the indictments?  Where are the investigations of criminal activity in many of the higher executive branches over the last 24 years? ”

Until we start seeing those, I have to lean towards colusion as the premise of our current Prez.  Not a good view to say the least.


A breeze, a walk and some thinkin’

Still beating around in storyland trying to get the mechanix of the story rolling again, took another long weekend in an effort to let my body continue healing itself.(burnin’ up my vaca but for good purpose)

And watching events unfold in the District of Criminals.

I aint happy about certain things, some happening and some obviously NOT happening.  

Take the whole repeal and replace BS that didnt happen.  I’m happy it folded, but only because the Oblammycare-lite that Herr Ryan proposed was not the solution.  The solution starts with full on balls to the wall repeal and shutdown of that mess.  They passed this oodles of times under Oblammy, so what the hell is the issue when the Prez is cool with the idea? Its called, ‘we want “our fingers”in this pie’ (read, Huge Tax Revenues!)

Yeah. 

And why in hell is Trump still operating with a 75% or higher level of former president staff in the Executive branch.  I have some thoughts there and no possible way of figuring which is closest to reality. All I can speculate is: its either a tactical move or collusion.  If tactical, this ball needs a good swift kick.  If collusion, Trump needs a good swift kick to remind him of all the people that voted for him and their expectations.  

And Oblammy-o-boy needs to get his narrow ass back to Hawaii , turn off the damned phone and be a retired Prez like all of his predecessors.  I thought after January we would see the last of that faggot, then I see his ugly mug at the top of Drudge first thing today.  Honestly made me lose my breakfast.  (Only thing that coulda made it worse would have been him and his prop wife, Moosechelle)

I dont know.  Am I on the same page as others, as in, something ain’t right and the smell of ‘fucked again’ is starting to spread.  Maybe I am just so used to the mess, that I can’t see any good out of that area.  I just dont know anymore.

Only one good thought keeps me from blowing up completely.  I still have my preps and I am working on getting me back up to par.  Let the leviathan blow, I am still as ready as I am ever been and getting better everyday.


Update

I started this as a comment to Snake and due to not being able to post pics in comments, decided to share with all.  

Yes, I was the dummy for not wearing my PPE, especially during winter months when our building is sealed up.  This is what my filters look like before and after.

Thats not even from a full day, but only half of our production run.  The filter is plugged tight and trying to breath with it is like running a marathon while breathing through a small straw.

I can only imagine what my lungs look like after a few months of that.

As is, I am using the filters now, I am coughing up gobs of grab and my O2 saturation and pulse are showing improvement weekly. (I have a bracelet that measures both and BP hourly.  Docs orders.) I am getting better, I only worry about the longterm and what is buried so deep in my lungs, I’ll never get it out.   

 Talking about stories, T and G are stalled in my head right now.  Not happy with where the muse is trying to take the story.  

But I will get back at it and more soon enough.  As soon as I can sit for five minutes without hacking up some alien lifeform, that is.


Wee vaca 

Thanks to being sick.  

Its all recovery from bad air and a weakened immune system so being sick is actually helping.

BUT

I havent written word one on the story since this shit started.  Having a hella time sitting and thinking as when I do, the coughing begins and all thoughts go buh-bye.

I’ll get better, then maybe I can finish the current chapter and maybe even find some plot line that ties everything together. (Yah, I’m winging it)

Hope y’all are in better shape than I right now, I will return to the keyboard soon enough.


OKTitle to be decided pt15

(Continued from 14)

As G finidshed programming LB, a Sheriff’s SUV came into sight of the RV.  T mutters, “just let me do the talking, k?”

“You got it T.  I’ll play dumb and stupid.”

The SUV pulls in across the tarmac from the RV and the occupant puts it into park and shuts down.  Getting out, he appears to unfold himself and on standing, the reason is obvious.  Standing just shy of 7 feet, Sheriff Macey is a big man. “Morning Gentlemen.  How y’all doin?.” He says, his Texarkana drawl prominent

“Not to bad sir, just getting our bearings.”replies T.  G just gives him a nod.  

“Thats good.  Hope you didnt have business in Memphis, cuz if’n ya did, I’d say that your appointment has been canceled.”

“No, no business, but with all that smoke, we decided to find a way around if we could.” T says, watching the big sheriff take off his cover and wipe his bald head with a rag. Its only 80 degrees and cloudy, but the black sheriff is already sweating bullets.”You wouldn’t know whats going on there would you? asks T

“Yeah, I know alright and t’aint good. Two weeks ago the muzzies raided two black mosques and started a damned holy war on American soil. They have more than half the city under their control now.”

“Muslims?” asks T.

“Yup, all those ‘refugees’ Bammy let in.  Hadn’t been able to clear ’em out.  They change location and ID as fast as roaches scurry from the lights.” Macey says, adding in a spit for emphasis.

“Damn.  What happened at the mosques?” Asks T, G has a stern look on his face but stays silent.

“Happened fast.  The men not killed outright were beheaded or crucified later, labeled apostate or some such”G nods silently” and the women and girl folk just disappeared. They didn’t leave any men or boys alive.  The black folks not muslim reacted pretty badly and tried to fight back, but these muzzies are loaded for bear.  Full auto AKs, rockets and grenades, the works. They handed those people their asses and ran the rest off.  Then they rocketed the fuel farm in West Memphis.  That took out almost half that town overnight.”

Neither G nor T say anything in response, they just look eastward, each deep in thought.  The sheriff is looking that way as well.  

“Gotta ask ya boys something, and I dont mean to scare ya:  you wouldn’t happen to be Tick tock and Gamer would you?  You fit the description but the rig is different.”

Both G and T swivel their heads to the sheriff and say nothing. “Now dont get ruffled boys, only asking cuz you fit the description but I ain’t the one after y’all. The APB says you’re terrorists, but I know terrorists pretty well now, ‘n you ain’t it.  Fact of the matter, from what I can tell; y’all are better patriots than those chasin’ ya.  After seeing what our Government let loose on us, I question a lot of things now-days.” He pauses for a second in reflection.  “The thing I dont get, is why the FAA would want a piece of y’all?  Ain’t never seen that one before.”

“Well,” T starts to respond. G snaps his head negative and T stops.  “Some things are best left quiet like.” G says, breaking his silence.

“Fair’nuff” says Sheriff Macey.  “I ain’t lookin’ at being no hero and I don’t believe half of what comes down the pipe no-ways.  I just find it funny that a few agencies want an old hippy and a guy in a wheelchair more than they want to deal with those guys,”he says as he hooks a thumb eastward towards Memphis.”‘guess it boils down to cowardice or somthin’.” He grins, “can’t says I blame’em though, them freaks over there are blood thirsty.”

“Well Sheriff, you seem to be in the know, if we were to head north of here, are there any problem areas we might need to avoid?”  asks T.

“None I’m aware of.  Most of the area north of here is agricultural and plenty of people self sufficient.  Where y’all headed?” The Sheriff asks.

“G has family in Louisville and we’re trying to hook up with them.” T lies.  G doesnt even give a twitch, even though they hadnt discussed ‘alternative futures’.

“A bit of haul, but no real trouble I am aware of. Louisville may be kinda ugly, but I hadn’t heard anything.  Lots of welfare types in the bigger cities.  Bastards give people like me a bad name.”

About this time, G’s phone starts beeping.  Pulling it out and reading the message, he looks up, then at T. “Little bird wants to come home.  She can’t hold a thermal and battery power is getting critical.  Guess the smoke is blocking some sun as well.”

The sheriff looks up, confused, and looks back at T. “Whats he talking about?”

T responds “Well, you wanted to know why the FAA wants us, you will get to see one reason in a few minutes.”   

G reaches into the RV and pulls out LB’s landing guide, wheels out into the road and stretches it out along the middle line.  He then pulls his phone and keys in the command to return for LB, then rolls back to where the other two are standing.

A couple of minutes passes then LB comes into view. “Well, I’ll be damned!” Exclaims the sheriff.  “A drone.  And a danged big one from what I can see.”

“Shes a lot more wing than body. Had to make the wings bigger to support her payload.  If the skys were clearer, she could stay up all day.” G says.  

“So thats what you guys meant by getting your bearings.  You were scouting ahead.” Laughing, the sheriff just shakes his head. “Ive seen it all now.”

“Sheriff, I have to ask how sincere you were by saying you weren’t wanting to make us trouble? ” Asks T. “That little plane landing here is only part of why the FAA and FCC want to talk to us.”  

“You call that little?”he remarks, watching as Little Bird touches down and rolls to the end of her guide rope.  “That thing is over 8’wide on the wings.  Whats it weigh? 10- 15 pounds?”

G answers “17 pounds actually.  Theres a lot of radio gear in her, as well as the batteries for them.  If I took out the radios, she’d only weigh 5 pounds.”

“And I take it you never registered her with the FAA? I remember reading something about them passing some rule about UAVs over 2 pounds needing registered. And they sent it out to law enforcement so we could do their job for them.  ”

“No, she ain’t registered, and we don’t have any intention of doing so.  Right now all they have is no registration, but if we were to register her, they could get us for fraudulanr claims as well.  I have no intention of filling them in about her role in our setup.” Says T.  G rolls over to little bird and flips a small switch under her wing.  He then pulls up and coils the rope,laying in his lap, then scoots behind the plane , pushing it to the RV. 

“She aint real heavy, but she’s awkward for me to carry in this chair.” G comments matter of factly.  T helps remove the wing from the fuselage and takes it into the RV while G messes with wires inside the fuselage. The sheriff asks,”you said this is one part of why they want to talk to you.  Mind if I ask about the other part?”

G thinks for a second, then says “I would say ask T about it.  But we have more planes in the rig and they really don’t appreciate those girls at all.  T may let ya look, but he’s the boss man and its his call.”

T comes out then asking “she ready for the charger G?”

“Yup.  Just plug her in. ” says G and hands the fuselage to T. 

The sheriff clears his throat and asks T “Just a little curious about what other stuff you might be flying.  Not as a professional, but as a civilian.  Can I take a look at what ya have?”

T pauses in the side door, looks back and replies,”give me a minute to get this hooked in and I’ll drop the gate and give you the tour.”

(More tomorrow)


Apologia 

Been busy getting myself back on track since the last post, for that an apology is in order, and this is it.  

For the record, a physical and a doctor frowned as well as yours truly.  Ain’t all the way back yet, but I am on that path.  Sadly, I ain’t twenty sumpin anymore and don’t bounce back like I did then.  

Most of the remaining chapter is written, just tying it together so give me another day or two.  Thanks for all of your patience.