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I catalog nonsense these days. I see remarkably ludicrous all around me everywhere except deep in the woods or home in my apt at night with the lights off and just a few candles anointing shiny pretties with raw unfiltered and unprocessed light.
I have to process their deranging, defiling input lest I lose hope or energy/courage to care (same thing, I guess), and perhaps even my ability apprehend reality sufficiently unfiltered that its beauty and worth can say with me.
One must laugh, nyet?
Follows is a series of sights encountered today during a brave shopping expedition for mere groceries and such in a world gone Xmas shipping.
GMO chestnuts roasting on a diode fire:
The age of old teaches you, usually after considerable fight, how much you have lost since you were young. But it also teaches you how much more you have than you realized when you were younger, how even the reduced portion of strength, memory, energy, flexibility, and time you have left is nonetheless vastly more than you could imagine just, oh, ten years ago.
If I don’t take a pic, people freak out at an old man staring and smiling at a puddle in the rain. People have a hard time recognizing simple happiness in the small things. A cell cam gives me cover to just look and feel nice. Otherwise, cars slow down passing by, and next thing you know you’re an item of suspicious mention in the local neighborhood blockwatch email chain.
Like a paraschizo using a cellphone to cover that he’s talking to voices in his head
Today’s Yogi tea bag exhortation: Let your need be to help those in need.
Relevant song: The Original sans David Spade
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Why Xmas music must die but, being as immortal as the fluorescent lights in shopping malls, can never be slain: Slay Ride
And The Little Drummer Boy thought he had it rough.
Speaking of whom: What Can I Give?
Forgive the dancing: they enjoyed it even if you may not have. 😉
Like I said before: Mormons in Symmetry
Forming lines inherently offends, even terrifies me, but it can be useful.
Why is it that it takes black gospel singers or Jewish cantors to teach white people to look up to the sky and belt it out fer chrissake?
“Get off this estate.”
“What for?”
“Because it’s mine.”
“Where did you get it?”
“From my father.”
“Where did he get it?”
“From his father.”
“And where did he get it?”
“He fought for it.”
“Well, I’ll fight you for it.”
<>Today we usually say that we bought it since land inheritance rarely happens anymore. We speak of legal rights including those purchased in the form of land deeds.
Today, we would not say “I’ll fight you for it”, because we’ve replaced “fight” with ‘right’: ‘It’s mine by right’ rather than the honest truth ‘It’s mine by fight.’
I think the era of rights is about passed, and a new era of fights is begun.
Oh my. Iggy as Jennifer kicks bosco as madamski’s ass down the street like ab old beer can. The dude rocks the dudette look.
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In a market economy, this is inevitable. That is fine of itself: let me sell my organs to enrich my kids’ estate if I so choose. But the market is neither open nor honest, and neither are its participants, and so the above bit of shock humor gets its deep belly-punch line from being merely accurate.
Organ donations surge in Canada after legalization of assisted suicide 01/08/20
Ukraine winter arrives end of this week. Tanks may roll. Or not.
Bodies from vax side effects and VAIDS are rapidly piling up. Heads may roll. Or not.
Today’s Yogi tea tag says: Find your unity in service to others.
Relevant song: Cohabitation
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Sing for your solstice: A medieval Christmas
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Did Stalin deliberately create a famine in 1930s Ukraine? Are EU technocrats deliberately removing farms to create a famine? Did Stalin have a clue how to govern other than shooting anyone who disagreed? Do the Euromerican bloatacrats have any idea of what they’re doing other than vaccinating anyone who agrees?
This assumes that Redneck has a mind (of its own, anyway) to twist. Rather like imagining an NYT columnist having opinions of its own.
Closing thought: a devastation as great as is happening to us/our civilization and the majority of the planet’s surface, could not be wrought by great powerful bad men alone. It would take minions. Many many minions. Billions and billions of minions. Homo minionus is a good a name for civilized humanity.
Why are we so angry at the Bohemian Grove creepsters?
Because we do their bidding.
God loves a fool. God is often cruel to those He loves. Look how He did His son. But nobody’s perfect.
Pubic war morale mood swings are as old as war and newspapers:
Redneck is a fine example of this mental meat-grinding process. Here is another:
It’s one thing to be an asshole. Dime a dozen at the dirty disco dollar store.
But to be a smug white supremacist shitface assole, and wrong about pert near everything it touches, that’s another. What do we have to do, kill it with kindness?
Make it stop, Mommy?
The variety of Wallops in England provided my evening chuckle. Being mostly English/Scotch in my lineage, I <3 stuff like this: “The last time I was in Nether Wallop it still had an eighteenth century feel…stone thatched cottages and an open stream with stone bridges.”
I turn 67 early January. I invite a roll call of ages. How old are yez? Bill7 needn’t answer, for obvious security reasons, but perhaps flora can?
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Looking good, jb-hb. Notice how they airbrush out what is obviously an impressive man bulge.
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P.S. This is hambone, not even parlor-grade but basement booze amateur doctoring from me, but I cannot recommend enough just simple.deep.breathing,using the diaphragm, tightening the core muscles (a Grand Kegel, if you will), clearing the mind (impossible but necessary to attempt),j focusing on What You Really Want Right Now/What You Really Appreciate Right Now… etc.
Big athletic breaths that frickin exhaust you. Smooth deep breaths that put you to sleep. Singing an easy note from full-breath to complete lung squish.
We all know hard it is to slow down by will. Man, it’s hard, and man, is it rewarding to a hammered old body, if ye ask bosco horowitz, N.D. (Not a Doctor)
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“But of course that would involve free speech, free association, free action. The problem solving machine doesn’t work otherwise. Would I “impose” free play on everyone else? Yep. Would I laugh at cluster-B’s/Narcs saying “From my perspective, it’s the Jedi who are evil!!!!” Yep.”
Raised a Mormon, and conversant with natural history including cosmogenesis, I’d say that since apparently God declined that gambit, you should by all means give it a shot if you ever get the cheat codes to do so. God has to be cautious. Relative omnipotence breeds caution. But I’m sure God adores it in individual sentiences.
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“After reading the deep wisdom expressed in today’s TAE comments, I have concluded that Russia is waging a war in the Ukraine to free all of the Ukrainian’s electricity slaves!
Indirectly, this will force the Ukrainians to get more exercise, thus reducing their glucose and fructose intake, while saving them from dying of diabetes!
“If the hollywood chimp running the Ukraine has less HFCS in his system, then peace is possible.
“It is OK.
I am returning to my cave to resume hibernating!
My next scheduled outing is mid-February to tap my maple syrup tree.
Until then, sweet dreams!”Oh, Christ on a drunk moose, WES: why on earth would you try to make sense of what we say here? Are you mad? Have you no religion?
Oops. Prefatory post god sidewaysed. Let me try smaller chuck:
Lucky me. Because I registered as a Dem back when the GOP was pushing scfatter-brained war dolts like Dubya and Dick “Dick” Cheney, I get stuff like this every day in my email:
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“And Bosco can I apologise for apologising?”
Oh shit. I walked right into that one. Lol!
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“So is the world eating itself? In a way, certainly. But energy transforms into more energy, shapes into shapes. Chicken eats bug, man eats chicken, bug eats man. And these are only physicalities. Underneath the energy body and consciousness moves on regardless.”
A replenishing banquet provided by an obliging sun, which object seems as logical a god-object to worship as anything, and better than most. I mean: phallic symbols? Big-boobied babyback big-buttocked fertility goddesses? Great fetishes they are, but Sol up there rules the local show from original accretion through planetary disc through primogenesis to our busy busy now.
Science didn’t kill God although most of us believed so. It just pointed out the locality of our sun-god and the prospect of there being other sun-gods to worship and probably other worshippers thereof. Said divine multiplex has been theorized millennia ago in a vast numbers of religions, but science showed us pitchers*, by gum, and we somehow decided that concrete evidence of a bazilllion sun-gods proved that no god could or need ever exist.
*see next post. indulgent sophomorism alertScience, man’s best/worst toy, but has the boy got the toy or the toy got the boy?
Nice to see you cut loose on things, Dr. D. Much better than the daily kvetch (it’s a Yiddish sailor joke, yo?). The scurrying water beetles have their toxic septic beauty but I’d rather look at the dragonflies, if only because most of what I see in doing so is sky.
“It would be a better retirement. Have you seen this sickle I bought?”
I concur. Nice scythian steelware. That was a nice piece of moral/natural/super-natural philosophy, and the only thing I enjoy and value more than that as both pastime and guide is love with my wife, the slightly less intimate love I have with a dog and a bird, and singing, especially if my hand/minds will grind out a tolerable piano accompaniment and my ears are working enough to make it bearable for the neighbors. Smokes good, nice aroma, swell head buzz.
I’ll disagree with this:
“That code is, I’m not going to MAKE somebody do something. That’s violence.”
You will always have to make somebody do something. That violence is called staying alive even if it’s done via lawsuit to enforce a contract that they signed. I think the avoidable violence is the violence to one’s soul (or psyche if one prefers) done by pretending one isn’t chronically indebted to violence all around and from you in order for you to contemplate a way to find some peace.
So there. Now you know I read it all .;)
P.S. Only reason I ever called you a bot was cuz a) all that denunciative stuff is violent: it’s very divisive even when you’re preaching to the choir, and b) you’re a goddam genius and it frosts my cute little booty when you just phone it in. I’m gentle and kind and encouraging to people I respect, but to people I seriously admire, I’m as ruthless as an editor granting a 6-figure publisher’s advance on a first time author.
Thanx for sharing.
(aforementioned indulgent sophomorism)
Some Groundwork is necessary. Down below, there are these things called holograms. Holograms are formed when a coherent beam of light, usually supplied by a laser, is split smoothly and equally into two distinct beams and then reunited. One beam, called the reference beam, is allowed to continue unimpeded to a target plate, usually a photographic film. The other beam, called the interference beam, is aimed first at another object (let’s envision a rose), and from there is reflected to the target plate. The two beams are aimed to converge at a right angle upon the target plate. Here an intricate simplicity, perhaps even a relative singularity, occurs as the reference beam of pure coherent light interacts with the interference beam of adulterated (from being reflected by the rose) but still coherent light.
Purity, in the form of symmetrical coherence, is the key to what happens next. The interference beam has reflectively acquired the surface visual information of the object – the rose – it encountered along its path to the target plate. This information merges with and through the purely coherent reference beam. In passing through the other, the rigidly symmetrical (Soothic) Reference beam translates the information of the adulterated (Whimsic) Interference beam into a phototopology of the Original Thing (the Rose).The two beams, striving to be what they are and to continue as such, together form an informational entity which neither beam could have created individually.
Imagine God taking a holographic snapshot (picture God taking a picture) of Mount Rainier using a companion lake at its base as a target plate. God, say, Apollo, fires a beam of coherent sunlight through the mirrored lens of an approaching comet which diverges the solar laser beam into two, one heading straight for the lake and the other for the mountain, aimed in such a way as to reflect off the mountain and join its sibling reference beam in a transformative embrace on the lake’s surface. To tourists viewing Lake Holograph from the shore opposite the mountain, the mountain’s reflected image would not appear shimmering upside-down as it would in the conventional postcard vista, but would instead maintain its stern pose as seen from God’s view at high noon, with its volcanic crater squinting into the photoflashic sun. Since God’s point of view is presumably so removed from ours that our vantages of perspective would reveal no discernable change in our view of the holograph, it would present the same frozen facade from all points of view including that of the montanist at the summit who could enjoy the thrill of looking down over his own shoulder at himself looking down over his own shoulder at himself looking down over his own shoulder…(provided he’d closed his eyes during the solar shutterflash)…and while infinite regressions are not a necessary attribute of holography (picture God taking a picture of you picturing God taking a picture of you picturing God), they do provide a nice interferic beam of comparison that helps elucidate holography’s infinite perspective of the same view. Jeepers creepers. I think we’re now prepared to wrestle with the notion of holographic thought itself.
What a bunch of assholes we all are. Every one of us will, I guarantee, hurt someone quite soon. (Trust me; I’m not an expert on anything). All of us have, will, and are now doing something that required another sentient being to suffer:
I suggest that, rather than cursing the darkness inside another person’s butthole, we pull our heads out of that place and light a match. (The sulfur removes that stanky butt smell.)
Everybody hurts, as another song sings more comfortingly than the above.
Why? Mostly because we’re always hurting each other.
Today earns a double Yogi tea tag inspiration: Without the darkness, you would nev er know the light.
“Why on earth the human race has gravitated to the vicious chimp instead of the gentle bonobo is a mystery. Or is it?”
Genetic lineage, I would think. Bonobos would rather fight than fuck but chimps like to fuck AND fight.
“Personal observations from the past 38 years in medicine
-most type 2s don’t take in excess calories. So why do they gain weight? Dishonesty?”More likely it’s the type/quality of calories, factored with type/amount/quality of exercise and that odd thing: quality of life: happiness.
“‘If I was a strategic thinker in the non-western world I would be thinking about what to do with my US dollar reserves..’”
I’m trying to figure out how to convince my wife that she needs to cash out her retirement chits, and that we need to go on a cash basis where possible. If I thought keeping her unvaxxed was hard, I’m in for some toughening up. ‘Retirement account’ is a Holy Term.
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please stand 5789ffgg by; technical difficulties as we dodge erratic spambots,.nn
Poor little Zelensky. He’s hardly an Uncle Stalin helping us fight the Axis. More like Joel Cairo in The Maltese Falcon sucking up to Sam Gutman, the Fat Man.
I think that sometimes we forget the obvious factor in the Ukraine conflict: The western nations are trying to steal Russia’s oil by coercive means including martial. Unwilling to admit that they’re too weak to take it from the Big Bear, they throw every straw dog its way that they can dig up. Meanwhile, the Bear grows increasingly impatient. I doubt its patience will hold when the petrodollar finally vaporizes, a process already well underway.
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I heartily endorse the happy animal videos.
I adored oxymoron’s heartfelt post pondering why it all seems so dirty and futile at times. Every word except these: “Musing over, apologies”
If I read one more person apologize for expressing genuine, deep, well thought, powerfully felt ideas and emotions, I will… (gimme a minute, I’m thinking…) I will dress up like Madamski Santa Claus and show yez my mangina. I swear it. I mean it. I’m quite capable of doing such a thing… as soon as I find a mangina I can borrow.
Fucking criminy! How can we rail against the outrages and devastations and mindfuckeries and arrogant stupidities and not feel permission to be and express whatever the fuck it is that we are, too often suffering deep depression as we see the world darken on a global scale? How can we tilt at a 1,000 windmills, most of them genuine dragons, and not feel encouraged to share our asouls with one another.
What worth is it to care so much about the countless horrors that we exhaustively catalog their rapine and carnage but not hold up our hearts to each other as proof that it just might be worth keeping on to keep on keeping on?
You don’t want to see what he saw:
So start acting human awreddy (as oxymoron so wonderfully did) or be genderifically blinded for life. Ye bin warned. I keep all options on the table. I may even log in under a new pseudonym. Stop.acting.like.political.chatbots! Please??????????????
And, well done, oxy, well done. Well, you made me cry, and I kinda like crying. Beats hell outta depression.
Beating the Heart Like a Red-Headed Stepchild
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Today’s Yogi tea tag message: Inner peace creates peace in the world.
Relevant song: Prince of Peace
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Xmas music would rather kill you than stop: We Three Kings
The eyes of compassion create a searchlight that makes the wounded want to hide the qway a child with a scraped knee avoids having it cleaned.
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Line from an imaginary near-future crash dystopian novel: Gated communities were the best. You just crashed in and rounded ‘em up in their prefab pen.
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sinnycool, I admire your style. I am not quite yet prepared to emulate your positively-oriented active restraint. I have not yet exhausted learning what good might be done with the aid of a baseball bat, but other than that, I find that you and Polemos walk the talk-talk in a way I rather fancy.
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afewknowthetruth: I admire very much your overall understanding of The Big Picture and command of data relevant thereto. Summations like these:
“Since the future welfare of most people will be largely determined by the average ambient temperature and the ability to stay warm in the winter, the availability of locally-grown food and the number of people competing for locally-grown food there really can only be one answer.
“Bear in mind that resistance to the Scorpion is building by the day, and every move she/it makes to crush resistance increasingly exposes her/it for the tyrant she/it is, and increases the resistance.”
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“The crime of being poor but also of having a useful trade and being ambitious and wanting to get out of the cold concentration camp. “Or already being extremely wealthy via criminal activity and willing to help loot the place.”Very much work for me. Not that it need be any concern of yours, but I do find your style off-putting. One wearies of forever being preached to. But that’s just my style of tea, and your agenda knows itself better than I do.
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“It’ll be hard on Elon too. For instance, he tweeted that Twitter doesn’t employ the Perkins Coie law firm. And then someone sends a Dec. 8 paper that says it does. How now?”
Probably not much of a problem. At this stage of the game, Elon can use Claude Rains’ “Apparently, I was misinformed” clause and get out with a little skin abrasion. In the long run, though…
I learned today that Ukraine’s flag is blue and yellow. (I work hard to ignore that stuff.) One can view the following either as a redemption of the blue/yellow color scheme, or Zelensky’s monetary theme song:
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“If Europeans had not taken over , most peoples would still be eating each other , LOL.”
Is it that stupid or that evil? Is it sincerely deranged or paid to act like it? Or just another dumb bot? *sigh* Remember when a troll at least had a reliably human face hiding somewhere down there in its parents’ basement?
The good old days.
Will some of it be spent here getting its virtual ass kicked? Whether the Dunning-Kruger effect it displays is a matter of natural ignorant maliciousness or the kind of blindness that only money can buy, who can say? Me, I think it’s a paid troll. But then, it depresses me to think that a person would sincerely believe such jive.
Real Rednecks Don’t Call Themselves Rednecks
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On covid and das vakzines: it’s over. Those who are willing to get jabbed are jabbed; those who aren’t, aren’t. One way or another, the scat is out of the bag, and every day we see more evidence of CYA becoming more important than Make More $$ or Keep Your Cushy Job.
Are Elon’s maneuvers facilitating this transition sincere, or merely self-serving, or an act of allegiance to TPTB…??? I’ll note that the middle, self-serving option includes the possibility that he has seen VAIDS and it scared him. From what I know of Elon, I’d guess it’s an equal blend of all 3 but mostly 1 & 2: surely he knows that the current regime is going down.
ANYway… once a crusade begins to gather real momentum, the war has already been won, and now all that’s left is revenge. You know, that ‘serving of justice’ we speak so highly of and take so seriously even though it so rarely happens, and it usually serves a cure worse than the disease.
Big Pharm/Big Gov Medical Acronyms will back off, moonwalking to make it look like they’re not heading for the exit, new political alliances will form over the populist outrage over the horrible truth and mounting death toll. A few heads may roll, including the physical kind. But mostly we will increasingly be too busy struggling with each other to get along and keep others from stealing what we won’t share.
But, to quote an aging political humorist: “That’s just my opinion. I could be wrong.”
I hadn’t known that the Mormons had upgraded:
I’ve recommended this before and here I go again:
“And 2.5 years later, the Federal Courthouse and City/County Justice Center in Portland, OR are both still boarded up or fenced as if undergoing a military coup or siege. All we have to do to see the world is use our eyes, think, and recognize that Western legacy, social and corporate media is an irredeemable tissue of hatred, destruction and lies.”
I haven’t visited downtown Portland for over three years although I live in Portland. It reminds me of this line from my fave Borges miniature:
“In the Deserts of the West, still today, there are Tattered Ruins of that Map, inhabited by Animals and Beggars; in all the Land there is no other Relic of the Disciplines of Geography.”
Convicts are usually used to fight wars. Many ‘volunteers’ are convicted criminals given a choice of jail or war.
The Dirty Dozen comes to mind as a Hollywood example.
This song also resonates: Got in a little hometown jam so they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man Letra: https://geniuslyrics.net/bruce-springsteen/born-in-the-usa/
As for using the Wagner Group: of course. One doesn’t put criminals in the same lines as citizen soldiers.
Newsflash to Redneck: this is a war Russia is fighting, not a lesson in ethics and loving kindness. Don’t like how they kill? Go kill ’em back. That’s how war works. As for propaganda and pointless blather, we’ve had ample lessons from you. Maybe you could go teach someone else?
Here we can watch people argue about the meaning of Xmas within the meaning of a song about the meaning of Xmas. THe poo, of course, gets flung.
“I don’t know if you can hear the difference, but Mack Wilberg is an amazing conductor and has vastly improved the tabernacle choir….”
I suppose I can, insomuch as my increasingly bad ears caught much of the finer texture. An d then, of course, are the nearly perfect acoustics of the Tabernacle. Personally, I think it is Mormondom’s finest thing-at-large/group effort. No proselytizing, just people singing their hearts out.
It is interesting that the MTChoir is perhaps the single greatest current example the old Catholic tradition of exhilarating acoustic spaces and vast choral music. But then, I think of the LDS church as the New Catholicism. Major differences, yes, but also major similarities.
For Kassandra:
I think that one of the most reliable forms of happiness is pondering the miracle that creature experience felicity in the first place. If one believes that life is something designed by a god, this turns emotions into biosoftware artifacts. Comforting to think this way in some respects, and it’s my favorite model for interpreting reality. But if one believes it’s something that arose through the undirected meanderings of evolution, it’s proof positive that the violent struggle, through which inconceivable numbers of creatures — from microbes to blue whales — have eaten each other, typically alive, with little if any regard for the other, can also produce states of emotions so fine that this struggle seems worth it to beings with reflective consciousness: humans. That’s also mighty divine, imo.
It’s a real thing, this happiness. For beings with above-cited reflective consciousness, with mirror neuron structures that allow most of us (sorry, psychopaths) to experience rough simulations of the emotional states of other beings, the meaning is obvious: he is happiest who does as much to increase the happiness of others as himself.
Politically, this is expressed in the concept of socialism, in which All For One and One For All is he defining principle. Capitalism, uh, not so much. Capitalism is each man for himself. As an economic method, capitalism is awesome. Capital must be acquired and employed to generate prosperity. But as a political system, it fails from the onset, since politics is a group struggle to produce harmony and group prosperity, and capitalism is the opposite: an individual struggle to produce personal wealth regardless of its effect on group harmony. It’s a miracle modern political capitalism has gone so far as it has, but the answer is largely found in the enormous amount of resources this planet offers tool-making monkeys like ourselves. We’ve about used up the fattest portion, whose uber-abundance lets so many live so lavishly compared to the conditions most humans have lived in throughout history. But that fat is about burnt up and then we’ll be forced to cooperate and care for each other as *part* of each other, because politically and economically, that is exactly what we are.
But no political -ism works on a large scale. Socialism is a disaster on scales larger than Dunbar’s Number, likewise capitalism or any -ism you apply. (Anarchy at least has the decency to end with a ‘y’ not an ‘ism’.) What works is you and the person next door looking out for each other.
Also, my son sent me this link last night. The music itself isn’t exceptional but the attitude of humble participation between the musicians is a joy. Like watching your parents and grandparents play cards on a Saturday night back when families still lived nearby:
This interests me. Worries me a bit too:
News about oil ships, Oil tankers
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Today’s Yogi tea tag says: Sometimes a perfect blessing will arrive in the disguise of a mischievous intruder.
Relevant song: But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for
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“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall.” R.W. Emerson
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The Xmas floggings will continue until morale improves:
Mormons Do Symmetry Extremely Well
Gotta love it when the organist floors the pedal to the pipe organ at 2:37.
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Mother Christmas:
Relevant to the above:
I’ve researched the “FDR Knew” angle of Pearl Harbor and will point out a few things.
Yes, FDR worked hard to goad Japan into war.
Yes, he had very good reason to think that Pearl Harbor would be their first target, not the Philippines.
But, push comes to shove with the facts (and they exist in manifold detail), his crime was worse than that of letting Pearl Harbor’s people get slaughtered. FDR thought his Navy would detect and respond to any Nipponese carrier fleet before they could do any damage. He thought he could start a war via a minor event: “NEWSFLASH: JAPANESE CARRIER FLEET CAUGHT NEARP EARL HARBOR IN FULL COMBAT MODE” Something like that. Something that wouldn’t have Congressional investigations crawling up his ass the rest of his days. He thought he could get away with it. Well, he did, but not in a way that his mirror could pretend wasn’t a fuckup with huge blood on his hands. I think this is partly why he was so adamantly for Total War, unconditional surrender, all that. He had to go all-out in order not to admit to himself that he not only started the bloody mess, but he started the bloody mess with a bloody mess.
I think that Trump and FDR were a lot alike except that FDR was the consummate insider while Trump is the renegade outsider.
FDR:
Would FDR have let it happen as it happened if he had absolute knowledge it would go down that way if he didn’t avert the attack by ceasing to pinch Japan into a resource-deprived corner?
I find that question hard to answer. My impression of such creeps-in-charge is that they can condone all kinds of nastiness so long as they don’t have to squarely look themselves in the face for it. A toxic narcissist will do or allow almost anything to happen in order to avoid confronting the truth about himself. This logically includes forestalling a slaughter at Pearl Harbor that they knew they caused.
Cruel enough to make it happen but not cruel enough to watch it happen, in other words.
But he definitely worked hard to make the Japanese attack, and knew damn well that Pearl Harbor was actually a likelier target than the Philippines. But there was no damning cryptogram deliberately ignored, and the fact that our Navy was rather a piece of shit at the time did the rest.
And, of course, the investigation into Pearl Harbor was a whitewash, just like 91, and like 911, the most damning evidence isn’t that of absolute proof of planned causation or complicity; it is that FDR/Dubya both took advantage of those events in a manner roughly identical to how we would expect them to behave if they did indeed had planned for them to happen.
It’s kinda like the similarity between giving a girl date rape drugs to bed her, or getting her so plastered she might6 as well have been given date rape drugs… which in matter of fact, she has.
Cat’s Cradle: What Happened to Armistice Day?
Armistice Day search per google news
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