Tuesday, 24 September 2019

(It's Maahes's day!)

(sound familiar?)


Highlights

* Ed Buck was one of California's 55 electors! (See lines 6 on pages 2 & 5)
* Aaaand... he started California's fur ban.
* Reminds me of a certain deviant, gay-associated, vegetarian, tax-n-spend liberal, anti-gun, former führer of Germany. (whose niece died under mysterious circumstances in his apartment)
* Don't miss the UN dog-and-pony show. (Guess who's the dog in this show!)
* We now know exactly who Q is.
* More child trafficking busts.
* And more on the way.

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Well, that escalated quickly.

     Remember me telling you how I'd seen Tim Pool moving away from the left (which he claims he never really was a part of)?
     Remember me predicting that he'd eventually find himself on the right?
     Well, guess what!
     Tim Pool has just declared himself politically homeless, but that 'the conservatives are looking pretty good' to him.


     How long, I wonder, before he starts openly questioning the wisdom of state-funded healthcare.

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Out of Africa is junk science!

     In fact, humanity in its current form (more or less) turns out to be a lot older than I learned in school.


     What? This disagrees with your religion? What religion is that? Remember, we are the last generation. But what is a generation? What's the name of the first book of scripture? Genesis? And why is that? Because it pertains to our generation. Look how the word is used with Noah. It doesn't mean that he was merely the best compared to the rest; it means that he had a perfect pedigree. (But what on earth can that mean?) No, all from Genesis to now is a generation. There were others before that. And that means that we're nearing the end of the time, times, and half a time, the 1260 days, the 3 and a half times around the great clock, the 'great year'.

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George Clooney's name just keeps coming up.



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More on 4-axle vehicles

     Yes, more. This is a Brazilian tour bus. There are two or three companies in Brazil that build these super-buses. One of them even makes a 6-axle bus. And you can see why. Just look at the condition of the roads, curbs and such. Many of these buses even have a central tire air-pressure control system. Why? Because they have to travel the Trans-Amazonian highway, much of which is still unpaved. And, when it rains, which is pretty often there, mire becomes the only word to describe those stretches of 'roadway'. So the driver just reduces the tires' air-pressure from about, I think, a hundred pounds to about 30, letting the tires flatten out, and support the weight of the bus better in such soft terrain. Once back on firmer ground, the driver need only turn a knob, and the air-pressure returns to normal.


     I predict that, as electric and/or series-hybrid technology begins to simplify the drivetrains of our current fleet of trucks, buses, RVs, SUVs, and even cars, we'll start seeing systems like these here, too. Imagine truck drivers being able to just turn a knob to adjust for, say, snow or ice, and just keep on driving. As smart as cars are getting, they'll probably have ways of automatically detecting the road type, and even traction coefficients, automatically adjusting tire pressure accordingly. I once even saw a patent at Daimler where dual wheels, like trucks and buses use, with something like a giant, circular, saw-blade or cog-wheel between them. When the air-pressure is reduced enough, that metal wheel in the middle makes contact with the ice, dirt, whatever, and gives better traction. Once out of the slippery stuff, the air pressure is restored, and the rubber tires protect the pavement from the metal wheels. Pretty smart, I think.

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I've been expecting this.

     Have I ever told you about George Dodwell and the Obliquity of the Ecliptic?
     Basically, he noticed that all the 'needles' (things that look like our Washington monument) in the world were giant gnomons in great sundials (in an effort to get more precise measurements). Then he noticed that these giant gnomons didn't always fit their sundials correctly, so he started surveying them, comparing their dates of construction, and figured out that the sun's angle in the sky has been changing over the millennia.
     But, just as everyone else who undertakes such efforts, he pretty quickly ran into dating problems that messed up his efforts.
     Gunnar Heinsohn, and all the other 'alternative chronology' adherents now have answers that correct Dodwell's data, giving better answers.


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Our real history

     Remember that old saying that the victors write the history books?
     As the Kalevaleh, Prose Edda, and Book of Mormon show us, that's not always the case. And that's beginning to cast all of Roman history in a new light.




     We have a scripture which says that the lost tribes will return from the north countries, and that they'll bring their scriptures with them.
     Maybe we're beginning to see this happen.
     By the way, the CIA has already admitted that they installed the Shah of Iran. What's less well known is that they also replaced him with the Ayotollah Komeni.

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All ye ends of the earth...


     There are, as with most words, multiple definitions of 'ends of the earth', and it all comes down to salt water.
     More on this later.

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All of Hollywood needs therapy.

     Most of them need institutionalization, and many of those permanently.


     Some deserve death.
     That sort of 'pragmatic' approach to life, though, isn't new. And I don't mean trafficking, prostitution, or rape. That's evil. That's crime. And trafficking in particular. Although, how such things came to amount to capital crimes in our time seems a bit mysterious to me, especially when we have the likes of AOC and Ilhan Omar in Congress.
     Remember how Forrest Gump's mom got him into school? Today, she'd be standing right there with Lori Laughlin and Felicity Huffman, as well she should. My point is only that no one seemed so shocked at that even just 20 years ago.
     Prioritize!
     I grew up in a time and society where the archetype of the caveman dragging his woman off by her hair was still common. Sure, the jock being the hero of the cheerleader was already being mocked in song and film, but, more often than not, every guy knew that he had to be bold, and every girl knew that she had to be feminine, and everyone knew that life was too short to waste too much time worrying about a career before a family. Today, that kind of boldness will get you accused of sexual harassment, if not jailed for suspected rape, and women want careers first, families second. And no man had better so much as wink at them.
     We even have a contingency within the church today who want to ban bishops from asking the youth about their moral worthiness. As someone who spent enough of his childhood on farms to understand what life was really all about, this causes me considerable reflection.
     And that leads us to ...

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From My Playlist

     What I mean is the idea that, at 15, a girl should be ready to marry, and leave home, and that this should be her aim. (I've seen the difference between older parents and younger parents. Heck! I AM ONE OF THOSE OLDER PARENTS!) And even the country music I was raised on had plenty of examples of this thinking, as well as even less-than-savory themes, like this one about a girl being essentially prostituted by her own mother. At 18. Supposedly. With an infant sibling. At 18. Hmmm... One wonders whether the lyrics (about prostituting one's child) were altered just a tad in order to squeak past the often conflicted censors.
     Can you imagine the uproar should anyone play this song anywhere today?

Bobbie Gentry - Fancy (1969)

     And the truth of it was that I grew up on stuff like this. Such things were just not seen as being as extreme as we view them today. (Ms Bobbie Gentry even made it clear that this song expressed her pro-abortion, feminist outlook.) (A country song!) (FROM HALF A CENTURY AGO!)
     Even in 1977, when Demi Moore was 15, she would have been considered ripe for marriage. I knew plenty of girls back then who were drawing up plans at 13. After all, this was a time when children worked, if not on the family farm, or in factories, then in their own family's business, from the age they could walk on their own. I had my first job, a paper route, at the age of 9 in Laurel, Maryland. (And I had to cross the even-then busy intersection of Fort Meade Rd. and Laurel Bowie Rd. two to four times a day, all by myself. My wife would have fainted had she seen any of ours crossing that intersection unaccompanied at that age.)
     A quick survey of my own family shows most of the girls marrying, at 18 (some as young as 14), men who were, on average 9 years their senior (some as much as 20), and that because a young man couldn't even presume to propose marriage to a woman until he could properly support her. (And, even then, it didn't always work out so prosperously.) So, her youth, relative to his age, was just business as usual. (Bach, an indisputably pious man, married his second wife when she was 20 and he was 36.) (And Christine, in the Phantom of the Opera, was 15 when swept off her feet by the older Viscount Raoul de Chagny.)
     So all this makes me wonder whether it was our grandparents' standards that were wrong, or ours.
     Maybe we need to dig up more of those old songs, and think real hard about how things have gone since such songs faded from our memories.
     I keep encouraging my sons to ignore their mother, and date younger girls.
     Not that they're listening.

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~~ Marcus Aurelius ~~