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Wednesday, March 09, 2016
Valentines Day
Sippican Cottage: February 2016
Will you thumb through the pictures when I am gone?
Will my face, made careworn and tired, be restored in your mind's eye? I
cannot know what it was you ever saw in me. I cannot understand how you
could know that when I said those things all people say to one another,
almost without thinking, that I would really mean them. I said it and
only half believed it myself, uttering such extravagant pledges of
dubious value. Not for want of them being true. But I am unreliable.
There is nothing in this world but to love, and be loved in return. In a
hundred years the most important man you ever met is anonymous. In a
thousand everyone is. We cobbled together a life around the table where
we break the bread, and for a few thousand times we were as one. I saw
your face in our children's faces. You said you saw mine. The universe
passed the plate, and we put in our offering. We are poor, but it's
enough for anyone to give. No man could do more. No man could ask for
more.
I remember when I was lying on the bed like a dead thing, and you came
into the room and thought I was asleep. I wasn't asleep; I was gone from
sight, and sound, and lost in a fever. I lay there in a puddle of sweat
and more -- my very life coming out of every pore, leaving nothing but a
husk where a man used to be.
And you kissed me. I remember.
(La Fête du Baiser)
Valentine's day
Will you thumb through the pictures when I am gone?
Will my face, made careworn and tired, be restored in your mind's eye? I
cannot know what it was you ever saw in me. I cannot understand how you
could know that when I said those things all people say to one another,
almost without thinking, that I would really mean them. I said it and
only half believed it myself, uttering such extravagant pledges of
dubious value. Not for want of them being true. But I am unreliable.
There is nothing in this world but to love, and be loved in return. In a
hundred years the most important man you ever met is anonymous. In a
thousand everyone is. We cobbled together a life around the table where
we break the bread, and for a few thousand times we were as one. I saw
your face in our children's faces. You said you saw mine. The universe
passed the plate, and we put in our offering. We are poor, but it's
enough for anyone to give. No man could do more. No man could ask for
more.
I remember when I was lying on the bed like a dead thing, and you came
into the room and thought I was asleep. I wasn't asleep; I was gone from
sight, and sound, and lost in a fever. I lay there in a puddle of sweat
and more -- my very life coming out of every pore, leaving nothing but a
husk where a man used to be.
And you kissed me. I remember.
(La Fête du Baiser)
Valentine's day
Valentines Day
Sippican Cottage: February 2016
Will you thumb through the pictures when I am gone?
Will my face, made careworn and tired, be restored in your mind's eye? I
cannot know what it was you ever saw in me. I cannot understand how you
could know that when I said those things all people say to one another,
almost without thinking, that I would really mean them. I said it and
only half believed it myself, uttering such extravagant pledges of
dubious value. Not for want of them being true. But I am unreliable.
There is nothing in this world but to love, and be loved in return. In a
hundred years the most important man you ever met is anonymous. In a
thousand everyone is. We cobbled together a life around the table where
we break the bread, and for a few thousand times we were as one. I saw
your face in our children's faces. You said you saw mine. The universe
passed the plate, and we put in our offering. We are poor, but it's
enough for anyone to give. No man could do more. No man could ask for
more.
I remember when I was lying on the bed like a dead thing, and you came
into the room and thought I was asleep. I wasn't asleep; I was gone from
sight, and sound, and lost in a fever. I lay there in a puddle of sweat
and more -- my very life coming out of every pore, leaving nothing but a
husk where a man used to be.
And you kissed me. I remember.
(La Fête du Baiser)
Valentine's day
Will you thumb through the pictures when I am gone?
Will my face, made careworn and tired, be restored in your mind's eye? I
cannot know what it was you ever saw in me. I cannot understand how you
could know that when I said those things all people say to one another,
almost without thinking, that I would really mean them. I said it and
only half believed it myself, uttering such extravagant pledges of
dubious value. Not for want of them being true. But I am unreliable.
There is nothing in this world but to love, and be loved in return. In a
hundred years the most important man you ever met is anonymous. In a
thousand everyone is. We cobbled together a life around the table where
we break the bread, and for a few thousand times we were as one. I saw
your face in our children's faces. You said you saw mine. The universe
passed the plate, and we put in our offering. We are poor, but it's
enough for anyone to give. No man could do more. No man could ask for
more.
I remember when I was lying on the bed like a dead thing, and you came
into the room and thought I was asleep. I wasn't asleep; I was gone from
sight, and sound, and lost in a fever. I lay there in a puddle of sweat
and more -- my very life coming out of every pore, leaving nothing but a
husk where a man used to be.
And you kissed me. I remember.
(La Fête du Baiser)
Valentine's day
Tuesday, March 08, 2016
A Simple, Village Undertaker | A Look Out My Window…header photo of Galway Bay, by Elissa Visotski
A Simple, Village Undertaker | A Look Out My Window…header photo of Galway Bay, by Elissa Visotski
Sometimes I can hardly
believe that the man I see when I look at you, used to be my little boy.
. . Where did the time go? How did the moments turn into years that
disappeared behind us at such great speed?
I am in awe at the changes
that have taken place in you and sometimes it saddens me because that
part of my life is over. Yet, I feel the happiness and pride in having a
son who is all grown up, and nothing can dull or dampen the wonderful
memories I have of you as my little boy.
Even the rough times (who me?),
the trying times and the overwhelming times have sweetened through the
years. Memories of you still bring laughter and delight, a warmness of
heart, and tears to my eyes.
The pride have in you and
the love I feel for you have continued to grow, much like you have. You
are even more precious to me now than you were before.
If you could look inside my
heart and see the love there, if you could feel it’s strength and depth,
then you would know that you have fulfilled my life in ways no other
person ever could. (-Barbara Cage)
My love always, Mom.
Sometimes I can hardly
believe that the man I see when I look at you, used to be my little boy.
. . Where did the time go? How did the moments turn into years that
disappeared behind us at such great speed?
I am in awe at the changes
that have taken place in you and sometimes it saddens me because that
part of my life is over. Yet, I feel the happiness and pride in having a
son who is all grown up, and nothing can dull or dampen the wonderful
memories I have of you as my little boy.
Even the rough times (who me?),
the trying times and the overwhelming times have sweetened through the
years. Memories of you still bring laughter and delight, a warmness of
heart, and tears to my eyes.
The pride have in you and
the love I feel for you have continued to grow, much like you have. You
are even more precious to me now than you were before.
If you could look inside my
heart and see the love there, if you could feel it’s strength and depth,
then you would know that you have fulfilled my life in ways no other
person ever could. (-Barbara Cage)
My love always, Mom.
We Choose You. | A Simple, Village Undertaker
We Choose You. | A Simple, Village Undertaker
adoption
Not flesh of my flesh, nor bone of my bone,
but still miraculously my own.
Never forget For a single minute:
You didn’t grow under my heart, but in it.
—Fleur Conkling Heyliger
adoption
Not flesh of my flesh, nor bone of my bone,
but still miraculously my own.
Never forget For a single minute:
You didn’t grow under my heart, but in it.
—Fleur Conkling Heyliger
Sunday, March 06, 2016
Saturday, March 05, 2016
Friday, March 04, 2016
BREAKING: US government releases its 2015 financial statements – Sovereign Man
BREAKING: US government releases its 2015 financial statements – Sovereign Man: US government releases its 2015 financial statements
Thursday, March 03, 2016
android - How to install apk from PC? - Stack Overflow
android - How to install apk from PC? - Stack Overflow: Connect Android device to PC via USB cable and turn on USB storage.
Copy .apk file to attached device's storage.
Turn off USB storage and disconnect it from PC.
Check the option Settings → Applications → Unknown sources.
Open FileManager app and click on the copied .apk file.
It will ask you whether to install this app or not. Click Yes or OK.
This procedure works even if ADB is not available.
Copy .apk file to attached device's storage.
Turn off USB storage and disconnect it from PC.
Check the option Settings → Applications → Unknown sources.
Open FileManager app and click on the copied .apk file.
It will ask you whether to install this app or not. Click Yes or OK.
This procedure works even if ADB is not available.
How To Manually Install ("Side Load") Apps On Your Android Device
How To Manually Install ("Side Load") Apps On Your Android Device: you can search the internet for the app’s APK, using search terms such as “side load android”. If you’ve had the app installed before or have a friend who does, you can often get the APK through backup software like Titanium Backup. Essentially, getting the APK file is the hardest part of the entire process.
how to install another browser on android via desktop usb - Google Search
how to install another browser on android via desktop usb - Google Search
Several ways to load with "android Browser not supported"
Several ways to load with "android Browser not supported"
Tuesday, March 01, 2016
Every Dime You’ve Got - LewRockwell
Every Dime You’ve Got - LewRockwell
Presidential hopefuls Hillary Clinton and Sen. Bernie Sanders, along
with President Obama, say they want high-income earners, otherwise known
as the rich, to pay their fair share of income taxes. None of these
people, as well as the uninformed in the media and our campus
intellectual elites, will say precisely what is the “fair share” of
taxes. That is because they would look ignorant and silly, so they stick
with simply saying that the rich should pay more. Let’s you and I take a
peek at who pays what in federal income taxes.
The following represents 2012 income tax data recently released by
the Internal Revenue Service, compiled by the Tax Foundation (http://tinyurl.com/j5yr8cd).
The top 1 percent, 1.37 million taxpayers earning $434,682 and more,
paid 38 percent of all federal income taxes. The top 5 percent, those
earning $175,817 and more, paid 59 percent. The top 10 percent of income
earners, those earning $125,195 and up, paid 70 percent of all federal
income taxes. The top 25 percent, those earning $73,354 and up, paid 86
percent. The bottom 50 percent, people earning $36,055 and less, paid a
little less than 3 percent of federal income taxes. According to
estimates by the Tax Policy Center, slightly over 45 percent of American households have no federal income tax liability.
With this information in hand, you might ask the next person who says
the rich do not pay their fair share of taxes: Exactly what percentage
of total federal income taxes should the 1-percenters pay? I seriously
doubt whether you will get any kind of coherent answer. By the way,
since 1-percenter income starts at $435,000, it might be pointed out
that $400,000 or $500,000 a year is not even a yacht or Learjet money.
Plus, if one has two kids in college, a big mortgage and car payments, I
doubt he would declare himself rich.
Our demagogues also claim that corporations do not pay their fair
share of taxes. The fact of the matter, which even leftist economists
understand but might not publicly admit, is corporations do not pay
taxes. An important subject area in economics, called tax incidence,
says the entity upon whom a tax is levied does not necessarily bear the
full burden of the tax. Some of the tax burdens can be shifted to
another party. If a tax is levied on a corporation, and if the
corporation hopes to survive, it will have one of three responses to
that tax or some combination thereof. It will raise the price of its
product, lower dividends or lay off workers. In each case, a
flesh-and-blood person is made worse off. The important point is that a
corporation is a legal fiction and as such does not pay taxes. As it
turns out, corporations are merely tax collectors for the government.
Presidential hopefuls Hillary Clinton and Sen. Bernie Sanders, along
with President Obama, say they want high-income earners, otherwise known
as the rich, to pay their fair share of income taxes. None of these
people, as well as the uninformed in the media and our campus
intellectual elites, will say precisely what is the “fair share” of
taxes. That is because they would look ignorant and silly, so they stick
with simply saying that the rich should pay more. Let’s you and I take a
peek at who pays what in federal income taxes.
The following represents 2012 income tax data recently released by
the Internal Revenue Service, compiled by the Tax Foundation (http://tinyurl.com/j5yr8cd).
The top 1 percent, 1.37 million taxpayers earning $434,682 and more,
paid 38 percent of all federal income taxes. The top 5 percent, those
earning $175,817 and more, paid 59 percent. The top 10 percent of income
earners, those earning $125,195 and up, paid 70 percent of all federal
income taxes. The top 25 percent, those earning $73,354 and up, paid 86
percent. The bottom 50 percent, people earning $36,055 and less, paid a
little less than 3 percent of federal income taxes. According to
estimates by the Tax Policy Center, slightly over 45 percent of American households have no federal income tax liability.
With this information in hand, you might ask the next person who says
the rich do not pay their fair share of taxes: Exactly what percentage
of total federal income taxes should the 1-percenters pay? I seriously
doubt whether you will get any kind of coherent answer. By the way,
since 1-percenter income starts at $435,000, it might be pointed out
that $400,000 or $500,000 a year is not even a yacht or Learjet money.
Plus, if one has two kids in college, a big mortgage and car payments, I
doubt he would declare himself rich.
Our demagogues also claim that corporations do not pay their fair
share of taxes. The fact of the matter, which even leftist economists
understand but might not publicly admit, is corporations do not pay
taxes. An important subject area in economics, called tax incidence,
says the entity upon whom a tax is levied does not necessarily bear the
full burden of the tax. Some of the tax burdens can be shifted to
another party. If a tax is levied on a corporation, and if the
corporation hopes to survive, it will have one of three responses to
that tax or some combination thereof. It will raise the price of its
product, lower dividends or lay off workers. In each case, a
flesh-and-blood person is made worse off. The important point is that a
corporation is a legal fiction and as such does not pay taxes. As it
turns out, corporations are merely tax collectors for the government.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
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Curmudgeonly & Skeptical presents Boned Jello
Curmudgeonly & Skeptical presents Boned Jello:
humor
joke
And then there's the Arapaho Chief who developed severe abdominal cramps. Couldn't get rid of 'em.
His wife goes to see a doctor in town and tells him about it. "Big Chief no fart." Doc gives her a bottle of pills and tells her to give him one pill every 4 hours until he passes gas, and then the pain will go away.
Next day she comes back to see Doc and says, "Pill no work; Big Chief no fart."
Doc tells her to give him 2 pills every 3 hours. So she does.
Next day she comes back: "Big Chief no fart."
So Doc says, O.K. Give him the rest of the bottle all at once. Then, for several days the woman doesn't come to see himc, so Doc drives to her house to check.
"How's the Chief? Is he O.K.?"
"Big fart. No Chief."
humor
joke
And then there's the Arapaho Chief who developed severe abdominal cramps. Couldn't get rid of 'em.
His wife goes to see a doctor in town and tells him about it. "Big Chief no fart." Doc gives her a bottle of pills and tells her to give him one pill every 4 hours until he passes gas, and then the pain will go away.
Next day she comes back to see Doc and says, "Pill no work; Big Chief no fart."
Doc tells her to give him 2 pills every 3 hours. So she does.
Next day she comes back: "Big Chief no fart."
So Doc says, O.K. Give him the rest of the bottle all at once. Then, for several days the woman doesn't come to see himc, so Doc drives to her house to check.
"How's the Chief? Is he O.K.?"
"Big fart. No Chief."
Friday, February 19, 2016
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
If You Carry a Gun in America - LewRockwell
If You Carry a Gun in America - LewRockwell: 5 Things Every Reasonable Gun Owner Ought To Know
Monday, February 15, 2016
Blog: Dems in Senate passed a resolution in1960 against election year Supreme Court appointments
Blog: Dems in Senate passed a resolution in1960 against election year Supreme Court appointments: February 14, 2016
Dems in Senate passed a resolution in1960 against election year Supreme Court appointments
By Thomas Lifson
Read it and weep, Democrats. The shoe is on the other foot. David Bernstein at the Washington Post’s Volokh Conspiracy blog:
Thanks to a VC commenter, I discovered that in August 1960, the Democrat-controlled Senate passed a resolution, S.RES. 334, “Expressing the sense of the Senate that the president should not make recess appointments to the Supreme Court, except to prevent or end a breakdown in the administration of the Court’s business.” Each of President Eisenhower’s SCOTUS appointments had initially been a recess appointment who was later confirmed by the Senate, and the Democrats were apparently concerned that Ike would try to fill any last-minute vacancy that might arise with a recess appointment.
The GOP opposed this, of course. Hypocrisy goes two ways. But the majority won.
Dems in Senate passed a resolution in1960 against election year Supreme Court appointments
By Thomas Lifson
Read it and weep, Democrats. The shoe is on the other foot. David Bernstein at the Washington Post’s Volokh Conspiracy blog:
Thanks to a VC commenter, I discovered that in August 1960, the Democrat-controlled Senate passed a resolution, S.RES. 334, “Expressing the sense of the Senate that the president should not make recess appointments to the Supreme Court, except to prevent or end a breakdown in the administration of the Court’s business.” Each of President Eisenhower’s SCOTUS appointments had initially been a recess appointment who was later confirmed by the Senate, and the Democrats were apparently concerned that Ike would try to fill any last-minute vacancy that might arise with a recess appointment.
The GOP opposed this, of course. Hypocrisy goes two ways. But the majority won.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
AMERICAN DIGEST: Comment on Notes on Love and Death
AMERICAN DIGEST: Comment on Notes on Love and Death: In every government, though terrors reign,
Though tyrant kings, or tyrant laws restrain,
How small, of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
From Oliver Goldsmith's Traveller (1764)
Though tyrant kings, or tyrant laws restrain,
How small, of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
From Oliver Goldsmith's Traveller (1764)
AMERICAN DIGEST Essays, News, Notes, and Quotes
AMERICAN DIGEST Essays, News, Notes, and Quotes: "Being a good person begins with being a wise person." -- Scalia
“Movement is not necessarily progress. More important than your obligation to follow your conscience, or at least prior to it, is your obligation to form your conscience correctly.
Nobody — remember this — neither Hitler, nor Lenin, nor any despot you could name, ever came forward with a proposal that read, ‘Now, let’s create a really oppressive and evil society.’ Hitler said, ‘Let’s take the means necessary to restore our national pride and civic order.’ And Lenin said, ‘Let’s take the means necessary to assure a fair distribution of the goods of the world.’ “In short, it is your responsibility, men and women of the class of 2010, not just to be zealous in the pursuit of your ideals, but to be sure that your ideals are the right ones. That is perhaps the hardest part of being a good human being: Good intentions are not enough. Being a good person begins with being a wise person. Then, when you follow your conscience, will you be headed in the right direction.” —Excerpted from Justice Antonin Scalia’s commencement address at Langley High School, in Virginia, where his granddaughter was graduating in June of 2010.
“Movement is not necessarily progress. More important than your obligation to follow your conscience, or at least prior to it, is your obligation to form your conscience correctly.
Nobody — remember this — neither Hitler, nor Lenin, nor any despot you could name, ever came forward with a proposal that read, ‘Now, let’s create a really oppressive and evil society.’ Hitler said, ‘Let’s take the means necessary to restore our national pride and civic order.’ And Lenin said, ‘Let’s take the means necessary to assure a fair distribution of the goods of the world.’ “In short, it is your responsibility, men and women of the class of 2010, not just to be zealous in the pursuit of your ideals, but to be sure that your ideals are the right ones. That is perhaps the hardest part of being a good human being: Good intentions are not enough. Being a good person begins with being a wise person. Then, when you follow your conscience, will you be headed in the right direction.” —Excerpted from Justice Antonin Scalia’s commencement address at Langley High School, in Virginia, where his granddaughter was graduating in June of 2010.
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
Sidney Rittenberg - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Sidney Rittenberg - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: Edwin Markham:[4]
They drew a circle that shut me out
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout
But love and I had the wit to win;
We drew a circle that took them in.
They drew a circle that shut me out
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout
But love and I had the wit to win;
We drew a circle that took them in.
Tuesday, February 09, 2016
Saturday, February 06, 2016
Vincent Buscemi's answer to What are some potentially life-changing books? - Quora
Vincent Buscemi's answer to What are some potentially life-changing books? - Quora: What are some potentially life-changing books?
Book Recommendations - Quora
Book Recommendations - Quora: Success
As a Man Thinketh - James Allen. Your thoughts and mindset control your life. Gain control of these and you can change your circumstances and life.
The Millionaire Next Door - Thomas Stanley. This will change how you view view weath and Money.
Zero to One - Peter Thiel. Wealth creation happens when you build and create a meaningful business. This is the blue print. One of the most important and inspiring business books written.
The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People - Stephen Covey. Successful people prioritize and work with ruthless efficiency. Understand how.
How to Win Friends and Influence People - Dale Carnegie. A masterpiece worthy of all the hype.
Extra credit:
Think and Grow Rich - Napoleon Hill. An expansion on the thinking and writing of James Allen.
As a Man Thinketh - James Allen. Your thoughts and mindset control your life. Gain control of these and you can change your circumstances and life.
The Millionaire Next Door - Thomas Stanley. This will change how you view view weath and Money.
Zero to One - Peter Thiel. Wealth creation happens when you build and create a meaningful business. This is the blue print. One of the most important and inspiring business books written.
The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People - Stephen Covey. Successful people prioritize and work with ruthless efficiency. Understand how.
How to Win Friends and Influence People - Dale Carnegie. A masterpiece worthy of all the hype.
Extra credit:
Think and Grow Rich - Napoleon Hill. An expansion on the thinking and writing of James Allen.
(1) Talon Torres's answer to What is the fastest speed of any object on the earth? - Quora
(1) Talon Torres's answer to What is the fastest speed of any object on the earth? - Quora:
Two words. Manhole cover.
Two words. Manhole cover.
Two words. Manhole cover.
You
may think I'm crazy. "How can a manhole cover be faster than New
Horizons", you ask. "What are you on," you ask. Just hear me out.
may think I'm crazy. "How can a manhole cover be faster than New
Horizons", you ask. "What are you on," you ask. Just hear me out.
From SavvyParanoia on Wordpress:
"The
Holy Grail of space-minded dreamers and researchers has always been
nuclear-powered propulsion. Nuclear-powered propulsion would be far
cleaner, far cheaper, far more efficient, and far less noisy than
current roar-and-a-fireball rocket propulsion. (Not sure the last is an
advantage. I’m a big fan of roar-and-a-fireball in almost anything,
including rocket launches, howitzers, and NASCAR races.)
Holy Grail of space-minded dreamers and researchers has always been
nuclear-powered propulsion. Nuclear-powered propulsion would be far
cleaner, far cheaper, far more efficient, and far less noisy than
current roar-and-a-fireball rocket propulsion. (Not sure the last is an
advantage. I’m a big fan of roar-and-a-fireball in almost anything,
including rocket launches, howitzers, and NASCAR races.)
And
in fact we’ve had nuclear propulsion for some time. The small
maneuvering engines of deep-space probes are typically nuclear-powered,
but not in the way usually envisioned: They are tiny, nearly soundless
(even on Earth) little fast-particle emitters that generate fractions of
an ounce of thrust. That’s enough to rotate a spacecraft, given time,
and their nuclear sources last virtually forever, but they’re hardly the
earth-shaking monsters we envisioned blasting from Earth into space.
Too bad we’ve not been able to accomplish that.
in fact we’ve had nuclear propulsion for some time. The small
maneuvering engines of deep-space probes are typically nuclear-powered,
but not in the way usually envisioned: They are tiny, nearly soundless
(even on Earth) little fast-particle emitters that generate fractions of
an ounce of thrust. That’s enough to rotate a spacecraft, given time,
and their nuclear sources last virtually forever, but they’re hardly the
earth-shaking monsters we envisioned blasting from Earth into space.
Too bad we’ve not been able to accomplish that.
Or have we? In a round-about way I recently came across the Nuclear Weapons Archive,
a wonder world of historical documents, photos, and personal accounts
of the Nuclear Age as seen through the history of nuclear bombs and bomb
tests. For the historian, the scientist, or the intellectually curious
the whole archive is a trove of riches, every link and page another
revelation. Jump in anywhere and start reading — you’ll be hooked. And
it’s not just about the U.S. nuclear program — it has material covering
every declared and non-declared nuclear power.
a wonder world of historical documents, photos, and personal accounts
of the Nuclear Age as seen through the history of nuclear bombs and bomb
tests. For the historian, the scientist, or the intellectually curious
the whole archive is a trove of riches, every link and page another
revelation. Jump in anywhere and start reading — you’ll be hooked. And
it’s not just about the U.S. nuclear program — it has material covering
every declared and non-declared nuclear power.
For illustration I’ll pass along just one event documented in the archives that by itself merits a whole book and a movie:
While
all the early nuclear tests had been above ground (what could possibly
be wrong with that, right?), by 1956 Los Alamos was working on how to
contain radiation and fallout by detonating the bombs underground.
Initially the concept was very simple: drill a deep hole, say, 500 feet
deep by four feet wide, lower the bomb to the bottom, light the fuse and
run. (Well, OK, not quite that simple. But the hole was.) Originally
the idea was to leave the holes uncapped, the thinking being that even
with the top of the shaft open relatively little would escape. (Which
was largely true, though not exactly up to modern expectations.)
all the early nuclear tests had been above ground (what could possibly
be wrong with that, right?), by 1956 Los Alamos was working on how to
contain radiation and fallout by detonating the bombs underground.
Initially the concept was very simple: drill a deep hole, say, 500 feet
deep by four feet wide, lower the bomb to the bottom, light the fuse and
run. (Well, OK, not quite that simple. But the hole was.) Originally
the idea was to leave the holes uncapped, the thinking being that even
with the top of the shaft open relatively little would escape. (Which
was largely true, though not exactly up to modern expectations.)
By
mid-1957 Los Alamos scientist (and famed astrophysicist) Robert
Brownlee was ready to try testing with a capped shaft (known as a
“stemmed” shaft in nuke-speak). In a test known as Pascal-A, a cap of
four-inch-thick solid steel — what one might call the biggest, baddest
manhole cover in history — was securely welded to the top of the shaft.
With nothing else in the way, that far from the bomb the plate would
likely have popped off, but wouldn’t have gone very far.
mid-1957 Los Alamos scientist (and famed astrophysicist) Robert
Brownlee was ready to try testing with a capped shaft (known as a
“stemmed” shaft in nuke-speak). In a test known as Pascal-A, a cap of
four-inch-thick solid steel — what one might call the biggest, baddest
manhole cover in history — was securely welded to the top of the shaft.
With nothing else in the way, that far from the bomb the plate would
likely have popped off, but wouldn’t have gone very far.
But something else was
in the way. Way down the shaft, hundreds of feet below the cap, was a
collimator, a five-foot-thick, multi-ton plug of concrete with a small
hole in the middle. The hole served as a small window through which a
special detector attached to the inside of the steel cap could make
measurements during the first few milliseconds of the explosion. After
that first fraction of a second the detector itself would be
annihilated, but its brief set of readings would have been captured by
above-ground recorders.
in the way. Way down the shaft, hundreds of feet below the cap, was a
collimator, a five-foot-thick, multi-ton plug of concrete with a small
hole in the middle. The hole served as a small window through which a
special detector attached to the inside of the steel cap could make
measurements during the first few milliseconds of the explosion. After
that first fraction of a second the detector itself would be
annihilated, but its brief set of readings would have been captured by
above-ground recorders.
It’s significant
that what was being tested in Pascal-A was an experimental bomb that was
designed to be “one point safe.” That meant that if it was accidentally
detonated (a significant concern back then), it would only fire only
one of its many trigger points around the explosive core, resulting in a
tiny fraction of the yield, not the whole megillah. The explosion in
the test was therefore expected to be (relatively) very small.
that what was being tested in Pascal-A was an experimental bomb that was
designed to be “one point safe.” That meant that if it was accidentally
detonated (a significant concern back then), it would only fire only
one of its many trigger points around the explosive core, resulting in a
tiny fraction of the yield, not the whole megillah. The explosion in
the test was therefore expected to be (relatively) very small.
That’s not quite what happened.
At
10:35pm on August 27, 1957 in Area U3d of the New Mexico Nuclear Test
Site, the bomb was detonated. But instead of the expected small yield
the bomb detonated with a yield approximately five orders of magnitude
greater than expected (that’s about 100 000 times greater). The blast
instantly vaporized the entire multi-ton concrete collimator and shot it
up the tube as a multi-ton wave of vaporized matter at extremely high
temperature, pressure, and velocity. The shaft had, in effect, become a
enormous 500-foot long, four-foot wide gun barrel with the energy of
billions of pounds of TNT released at one end and, at the other end, the
now insignificantly small metal cap, about the equivalent of a bottle
cap on the end of a naval gun.
10:35pm on August 27, 1957 in Area U3d of the New Mexico Nuclear Test
Site, the bomb was detonated. But instead of the expected small yield
the bomb detonated with a yield approximately five orders of magnitude
greater than expected (that’s about 100 000 times greater). The blast
instantly vaporized the entire multi-ton concrete collimator and shot it
up the tube as a multi-ton wave of vaporized matter at extremely high
temperature, pressure, and velocity. The shaft had, in effect, become a
enormous 500-foot long, four-foot wide gun barrel with the energy of
billions of pounds of TNT released at one end and, at the other end, the
now insignificantly small metal cap, about the equivalent of a bottle
cap on the end of a naval gun.
As it
happens, a very high speed film camera was recording the event and was
expected to capture in slow motion the path and speed of any ejecta from
the hole. Unfortunately, the camera, which had quite a wide view of top
of the hole and and the area around and above, recorded the “manhole
cover” on only one frame. There was no malfunction of the camera, it’s
just that the “manhole cover” blasted out of sight so fast that the
camera only saw it for one frame. Later calculations showed that the
heretofore mundane four-foot metal disk had been launched at six times Earth’s escape velocity. That’s one hundred fifty thousand miles per hour. Forty-five miles per second.
Nine times faster than the Space Shuttle, six times faster than the
fastest moon rockets. Faster than the Voyager spacecraft, which, having
reached over 35000 miles per hour, are now leaving the solar system and
have for years been claimed to be the fastest man-made objects ever. To
which I now say: Pshaw and poppycock — the Pascal-A “manhole cover” in a
fraction of a second achieved more than four times the speed it took
Voyager 1 decades to attain.
happens, a very high speed film camera was recording the event and was
expected to capture in slow motion the path and speed of any ejecta from
the hole. Unfortunately, the camera, which had quite a wide view of top
of the hole and and the area around and above, recorded the “manhole
cover” on only one frame. There was no malfunction of the camera, it’s
just that the “manhole cover” blasted out of sight so fast that the
camera only saw it for one frame. Later calculations showed that the
heretofore mundane four-foot metal disk had been launched at six times Earth’s escape velocity. That’s one hundred fifty thousand miles per hour. Forty-five miles per second.
Nine times faster than the Space Shuttle, six times faster than the
fastest moon rockets. Faster than the Voyager spacecraft, which, having
reached over 35000 miles per hour, are now leaving the solar system and
have for years been claimed to be the fastest man-made objects ever. To
which I now say: Pshaw and poppycock — the Pascal-A “manhole cover” in a
fraction of a second achieved more than four times the speed it took
Voyager 1 decades to attain.
The “manhole
cover” was, of course, never found. And, to my deep disappointment,
cold-sober calculations indicate it’s not on its way to the Hercules
Cluster which, late on a summer night shot from a vertical hole in New
Mexico, may well be about where it was aimed. Instead it almost
certainly suffered a meteor’s fate in reverse: At such an extreme speed
it would have created an enormous fireball (a fireball going up) and been slowed so much that what didn’t burn off would eventually have come back down.
cover” was, of course, never found. And, to my deep disappointment,
cold-sober calculations indicate it’s not on its way to the Hercules
Cluster which, late on a summer night shot from a vertical hole in New
Mexico, may well be about where it was aimed. Instead it almost
certainly suffered a meteor’s fate in reverse: At such an extreme speed
it would have created an enormous fireball (a fireball going up) and been slowed so much that what didn’t burn off would eventually have come back down.
Being
such a tough and massive object, most of it would have survived its
“reverse re-entry” (or just plain “entry”?), so it would have come down
as a burned, edge-melted, and perhaps quite misshapen chunk of solid
steel, a very formidable projectile that would have done very serious
damage even to large buildings. Given that no one that night reported
any macerated cars or demolished buildings and that the huge object had
been launched nearly vertically, it likely came down in the desert
somewhere in the wide vicinity of the test site in New Mexico. It would
have had some serious hang-time, though.
such a tough and massive object, most of it would have survived its
“reverse re-entry” (or just plain “entry”?), so it would have come down
as a burned, edge-melted, and perhaps quite misshapen chunk of solid
steel, a very formidable projectile that would have done very serious
damage even to large buildings. Given that no one that night reported
any macerated cars or demolished buildings and that the huge object had
been launched nearly vertically, it likely came down in the desert
somewhere in the wide vicinity of the test site in New Mexico. It would
have had some serious hang-time, though.
So
somewhere in the New Mexico desert, unknown and unmourned, lies an
American relic, a piece of history like no other: the fastest man-made
object ever. And I harbor the hope that, whether it’s found or not, our
nation and the world of science will someday realize our error all these
years and recognize that the Pascal-A Manhole Cover, not Voyager 1, is
the fastest man-made object ever."
somewhere in the New Mexico desert, unknown and unmourned, lies an
American relic, a piece of history like no other: the fastest man-made
object ever. And I harbor the hope that, whether it’s found or not, our
nation and the world of science will someday realize our error all these
years and recognize that the Pascal-A Manhole Cover, not Voyager 1, is
the fastest man-made object ever."
The Strangers Knocking At My Door @ AMERICAN DIGEST
The Strangers Knocking At My Door @ AMERICAN DIGEST: He contends that it is a huge psychological problem for men, and that while there is now some sympathy for women who have had abortions there is none for men. He says that men are expected to simply forget about it and, when they can't, there is nothing, anywhere, to help them, and that they often feel guilty for feeling guilty! He thinks there needs to be a huge effort to help such men, but -- because awareness of the devastating effects of abortion is still low and there are few resources to devote to it -- so far all the effort is going to help women. You are not alone.
The Strangers Knocking At My Door @ AMERICAN DIGEST
The Strangers Knocking At My Door @ AMERICAN DIGEST:
Three things you can never get back: an arrow in flight, a word spoken in anger, and opportunity lost.
Three things you can never get back: an arrow in flight, a word spoken in anger, and opportunity lost.
The Strangers Knocking At My Door @ AMERICAN DIGEST
The Strangers Knocking At My Door @ AMERICAN DIGEST
Abortion
As they did last year, they’ve come twice in the last day. They’re kids out running “a raise money for NARAL”
scam. They get a cut of anything they pull in, and they use any info
they get to sell to Planned Parenthood or other death mills.
They’re pleasant and they are enthusiastic (I love the painting! I really admire the tree!) and they hand you the clipboard expecting you to sign in your enthusiasm to support their “work.”
I listen and then I tell them, “No, I don’t support what you’re doing
or the people and causes that you represent. I think it’s evil for you
to do this, and worse still to do it for money.”
Here in Seattle's Queen Anne, where smiles, nods and signups for
their scam are their usual rewards, they seem genuinely surprised and
taken aback.
“You mean you’re not pro-choice?”
I assure them that I am not even if though, long ago, I was.
Yesterday evening, at night on the darkened porch, it was a young woman.
She just shook her head and walked away to get on with her “mission” of
going door to door bilking pro-choicers out of money. I guess she
forgot to leave the chalk mark on my door that indicates “Satan!”
because just now a boy old enough to be a man but forever avoiding it
knocked with the same knock and announced himself as, “Hello, I’m your
friendly neighborhood feminist.” He pointed towards the pink watch cap
he wore.
He ran through the same spiel and handed me what could have been the
same clipboard. I listened and handed it back to it saying, “I don’t
support this.”
“You mean, you’re not pro-choice?”
“Do you have any children?”
“Ah... no.”
“Have you even been through an abortion with, say, a woman you love in support of her right to choose?”
“Well, no.”
“I’ve been through two. The first was one that I supported. The
second was one that I had deep misgivings about but didn’t oppose.
“Those were all long ago, but now I know that those were two children
I didn’t have and will never know, and not a month goes by I don’t
think about that and regret it.
"If it ever happens to you, you’ll agree at the time and then, years
later, it will come back to you. It will come back to you that you are
missing children in your life and it is partially your doing. And it
will haunt you, the thought of the people they could have been.
“You’re young and deluded. You’re going to walk away and make this a
story you’ll tell to the other kids out running your scam. Then you’ll
forget all about it for years, maybe decades, and you’ll go off and have
some abortions of your own.
"And then one day, years after that, you’ll come to know what I know
now. That’s when you’ll remember me; a man who through his own vanity
and foolishness, kept two children out of his life.
“That’s when you’ll remember this moment. But like me, it will be too late for you.”
He walked away shaking his head, already moving into the forgetting.
Some day, it will come back to him. I’ll be remembered as a stranger,
but suddenly not all that strange.
Posted by Vanderleun at February 4, 2016 10:08 AM
Abortion
As they did last year, they’ve come twice in the last day. They’re kids out running “a raise money for NARAL”
scam. They get a cut of anything they pull in, and they use any info
they get to sell to Planned Parenthood or other death mills.
They’re pleasant and they are enthusiastic (I love the painting! I really admire the tree!) and they hand you the clipboard expecting you to sign in your enthusiasm to support their “work.”
I listen and then I tell them, “No, I don’t support what you’re doing
or the people and causes that you represent. I think it’s evil for you
to do this, and worse still to do it for money.”
Here in Seattle's Queen Anne, where smiles, nods and signups for
their scam are their usual rewards, they seem genuinely surprised and
taken aback.
“You mean you’re not pro-choice?”
I assure them that I am not even if though, long ago, I was.
Yesterday evening, at night on the darkened porch, it was a young woman.
She just shook her head and walked away to get on with her “mission” of
going door to door bilking pro-choicers out of money. I guess she
forgot to leave the chalk mark on my door that indicates “Satan!”
because just now a boy old enough to be a man but forever avoiding it
knocked with the same knock and announced himself as, “Hello, I’m your
friendly neighborhood feminist.” He pointed towards the pink watch cap
he wore.
He ran through the same spiel and handed me what could have been the
same clipboard. I listened and handed it back to it saying, “I don’t
support this.”
“You mean, you’re not pro-choice?”
“Do you have any children?”
“Ah... no.”
“Have you even been through an abortion with, say, a woman you love in support of her right to choose?”
“Well, no.”
“I’ve been through two. The first was one that I supported. The
second was one that I had deep misgivings about but didn’t oppose.
“Those were all long ago, but now I know that those were two children
I didn’t have and will never know, and not a month goes by I don’t
think about that and regret it.
"If it ever happens to you, you’ll agree at the time and then, years
later, it will come back to you. It will come back to you that you are
missing children in your life and it is partially your doing. And it
will haunt you, the thought of the people they could have been.
“You’re young and deluded. You’re going to walk away and make this a
story you’ll tell to the other kids out running your scam. Then you’ll
forget all about it for years, maybe decades, and you’ll go off and have
some abortions of your own.
"And then one day, years after that, you’ll come to know what I know
now. That’s when you’ll remember me; a man who through his own vanity
and foolishness, kept two children out of his life.
“That’s when you’ll remember this moment. But like me, it will be too late for you.”
He walked away shaking his head, already moving into the forgetting.
Some day, it will come back to him. I’ll be remembered as a stranger,
but suddenly not all that strange.
Posted by Vanderleun at February 4, 2016 10:08 AM
Tuesday, February 02, 2016
The Top 40: February 2016 Archives
The Top 40: February 2016 Archives
Congress seems to me to be of so little importance as not to merit
attention. I mean this seriously. Does it matter who is on what committee or
speaker of whatever or, for that matter, who wins the presidential election
(unless Trump) or who is on the Supreme Court
attention. I mean this seriously. Does it matter who is on what committee or
speaker of whatever or, for that matter, who wins the presidential election
(unless Trump) or who is on the Supreme Court
The crucial issues facing the country are the endless wars, racial
hostility, immigration, affirmative action, federal surveillance, uncontrolled
looting and burning, the deterioration of the universities, wildly excessive
military spending, the abandonment of the Constitution, the conversion of the
schools into indoctrination camps, the federal practice of torture, and the
enforcement of political correctness by the federal government, academia, and
the media.
hostility, immigration, affirmative action, federal surveillance, uncontrolled
looting and burning, the deterioration of the universities, wildly excessive
military spending, the abandonment of the Constitution, the conversion of the
schools into indoctrination camps, the federal practice of torture, and the
enforcement of political correctness by the federal government, academia, and
the media.
What is the relevance of Congress to these? Is it possible to
imagine the alleged legislators (allegislators?) actually doing anything about
any of them? If they were going to, they would have.
imagine the alleged legislators (allegislators?) actually doing anything about
any of them? If they were going to, they would have.
When is the last time Congress did anything that mattered?
Obamacare, perhaps,
In today’s world, democracy serves
to keep the population from meddling in policy. If the politically correct
want children to be taught that Sojourner Truth was more important than George
Washington, a committee nobody has heard of in New York mandates the text
book and the Department of Education requires its use by regulation. No politician
is responsible, and infuriated parents in Kansas have no recourse. How do you
remonstrate with an anonymous bureaucracy? What is its phone number?
to keep the population from meddling in policy. If the politically correct
want children to be taught that Sojourner Truth was more important than George
Washington, a committee nobody has heard of in New York mandates the text
book and the Department of Education requires its use by regulation. No politician
is responsible, and infuriated parents in Kansas have no recourse. How do you
remonstrate with an anonymous bureaucracy? What is its phone number?
If the president wants to outlaw
cultural symbolism—forbidding employees of the Veterans Administration to
say “Merry Christmas,” for example—he just does it. (And did.) The Supreme
Court, will ignore the matter or affirm that the Constitution says whatever the
President says. What earthly point is there in paying them attention? To do so
establishes one as being in the last stages of naiveté.
cultural symbolism—forbidding employees of the Veterans Administration to
say “Merry Christmas,” for example—he just does it. (And did.) The Supreme
Court, will ignore the matter or affirm that the Constitution says whatever the
President says. What earthly point is there in paying them attention? To do so
establishes one as being in the last stages of naiveté.
That, incidentally, is the attitude of citizenries of other Third
World countries.
World countries.
Monday, February 01, 2016
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Saturday, January 23, 2016
HAARP, Faroe Islands, Valencia City: Google Earth’s classified locations
HAARP, Faroe Islands, Valencia City: Google Earth’s classified locations
Secret Google sites...... Conspiracy mystery!
Secret Google sites...... Conspiracy mystery!
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Monday, January 18, 2016
The Top 40: Comment on 13 Hours: Appointment Cinema
The Top 40: Comment on 13 Hours: Appointment Cinema: The Accountant works though His instruments -- humans, tsunamis, plagues, ... Call it random or guided by principles of physics if you prefer.
Against the greatest political power on earth, our 1776'ers risked their lives.
Against the Em'bama we are reluctant to risk our buzzing hives.
Human motives and powers are the controllable forces.
Let's get a grip. If we don't know how, let's find out.
Against the greatest political power on earth, our 1776'ers risked their lives.
Against the Em'bama we are reluctant to risk our buzzing hives.
Human motives and powers are the controllable forces.
Let's get a grip. If we don't know how, let's find out.
AMERICAN DIGEST Essays, News, Notes, and Quotes
AMERICAN DIGEST Essays, News, Notes, and Quotes: In promulgating your esoteric cogitations or articulating your superficial sentimentalities and amicable philosophical or psychological observations, beware of platitudinous ponderosity.
Let your conversational communications possess a compacted conciseness, a clarified comprehensibility, a coalescent cogency and a concatenated consistency. Eschew obfuscation and all conglomerations of flatulent garrulity, jejune babblement and asinine affectations.
Let your extemporaneous descants and unpremeditated expatiations possess intelligibility and voracious vivacity without rodomontade or thrasonical bombast. Sedulously avoid all vapid verbosity, polysyllabic profundity, pompous prolificacy. salacious suspiration and pestiferous profanity.
That is, say what you mean and mean what you say. Be brief and don’t use big words! Yogi Berra Left His Mark On Our English Language | Richard Lederer's Verbivore
Let your conversational communications possess a compacted conciseness, a clarified comprehensibility, a coalescent cogency and a concatenated consistency. Eschew obfuscation and all conglomerations of flatulent garrulity, jejune babblement and asinine affectations.
Let your extemporaneous descants and unpremeditated expatiations possess intelligibility and voracious vivacity without rodomontade or thrasonical bombast. Sedulously avoid all vapid verbosity, polysyllabic profundity, pompous prolificacy. salacious suspiration and pestiferous profanity.
That is, say what you mean and mean what you say. Be brief and don’t use big words! Yogi Berra Left His Mark On Our English Language | Richard Lederer's Verbivore
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Factotum | Definition of Factotum by Merriam-Webster
Factotum | Definition of Factotum by Merriam-Webster:
factotum
: a person whose job involves doing many different types of work
factotum
: a person whose job involves doing many different types of work
Friday, January 15, 2016
Curmudgeonly & Skeptical presents Boned Jello
Curmudgeonly & Skeptical presents Boned Jello: A boy and a man sit on a couch together. The boy says to the man, "Yeah, well, I didn’t believe in reincarnation when I was your age either."
humor joke
humor joke
Curmudgeonly & Skeptical presents Boned Jello
Curmudgeonly & Skeptical presents Boned Jello: An MIT linguistics professor was lecturing his class the other day. "In English," he said, "a double negative forms a positive. However, in some languages, such as Russian, a double negative remains a negative. But there isn't a single language, not one, in which a double positive can express a negative."
A voice from a kid in the back of the room, name of Doug, said, "Yeah, right."
A voice from a kid in the back of the room, name of Doug, said, "Yeah, right."
Sippican Cottage
Sippican Cottage: Sippican's List of New Year's Resolutions for 2016
I promise to stop reading The Decline of the West by Oswald Spengler and laughing uproariously
I promise to feed both my children this year. By February, it might be one to the other, but a promise is a promise
I promise to stop talking in a Bavarian accent to everyone that works at the Walmart for no reason. Why they're working in the Walmart for no reason isn't my fault, but the Bavarian accent isn't helping
I promise to stop letting the air out of Tom Brady's footballs using George Bush's weather machine
I promise to stop oppressing everybody by respiring
I promise to stop punching clerks in the Home Depot who ask me if I need help. This is going to be hard for me, so I'll do it in two tranches. By June, the girls, and by next December, everyone
I promise to learn a second language. Besides swearing, I mean
I promise to give America back to the Indians. They're already here on H1-B visas, and I like curry, so this is no skin off my back, really
I promise to quit smoking. I also promise to buy a fire extinguisher and stop trying to work on the pellet stove while it's running
I promise to start really eating right. Count every calorie. I'll buy a fitness watch. One of those good ones that even counts your heartbeats when you sleep. I'll start buying supplements, and I'll mix them into the kale smoothies I'll make for breakfast. I'll get a gym membership, and hire a personal trainer. I'll start with hardcore cardio-type stuff, but then I'll move on to free weights and elliptical work. Then I'll start doing Crossfit all the time, and start talking about doing Crossfit stuff all the time, to everyone I meet, children in the street, strangers on the Intertunnel, even to the clerks in Walmart, but not using a Bavarian accent anymore, of course. Or I won't do any of that stuff, and just shovel the snow in my own driveway instead
I promise to stop reading The Decline of the West by Oswald Spengler and laughing uproariously
I promise to feed both my children this year. By February, it might be one to the other, but a promise is a promise
I promise to stop talking in a Bavarian accent to everyone that works at the Walmart for no reason. Why they're working in the Walmart for no reason isn't my fault, but the Bavarian accent isn't helping
I promise to stop letting the air out of Tom Brady's footballs using George Bush's weather machine
I promise to stop oppressing everybody by respiring
I promise to stop punching clerks in the Home Depot who ask me if I need help. This is going to be hard for me, so I'll do it in two tranches. By June, the girls, and by next December, everyone
I promise to learn a second language. Besides swearing, I mean
I promise to give America back to the Indians. They're already here on H1-B visas, and I like curry, so this is no skin off my back, really
I promise to quit smoking. I also promise to buy a fire extinguisher and stop trying to work on the pellet stove while it's running
I promise to start really eating right. Count every calorie. I'll buy a fitness watch. One of those good ones that even counts your heartbeats when you sleep. I'll start buying supplements, and I'll mix them into the kale smoothies I'll make for breakfast. I'll get a gym membership, and hire a personal trainer. I'll start with hardcore cardio-type stuff, but then I'll move on to free weights and elliptical work. Then I'll start doing Crossfit all the time, and start talking about doing Crossfit stuff all the time, to everyone I meet, children in the street, strangers on the Intertunnel, even to the clerks in Walmart, but not using a Bavarian accent anymore, of course. Or I won't do any of that stuff, and just shovel the snow in my own driveway instead
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Monday, January 11, 2016
Sunday, January 10, 2016
AMERICAN DIGEST Essays, News, Notes, and Quotes
AMERICAN DIGEST Essays, News, Notes, and Quotes:
"We won the war in a military sense,
but in a broader sense it seems to me we lost it,
for our Western civilization is less respected and secure than it was before. In order to defeat Germany and Japan we supported the still greater menaces of Russia and China, which now confront us in a nuclear-weapon era. Poland was not saved. Much of our Western culture was destroyed. We lost the genetic heredity formed through aeons in many million lives. It is alarmingly possible that World War II marks the beginning of our Western civilization’s breakdown, as it already marks the breakdown of the greatest empire ever built by man." —
Charles Lindbergh
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"We won the war in a military sense,
but in a broader sense it seems to me we lost it,
for our Western civilization is less respected and secure than it was before. In order to defeat Germany and Japan we supported the still greater menaces of Russia and China, which now confront us in a nuclear-weapon era. Poland was not saved. Much of our Western culture was destroyed. We lost the genetic heredity formed through aeons in many million lives. It is alarmingly possible that World War II marks the beginning of our Western civilization’s breakdown, as it already marks the breakdown of the greatest empire ever built by man." —
Charles Lindbergh
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Friday, January 08, 2016
Thursday, January 07, 2016
Tuesday, January 05, 2016
Saturday, January 02, 2016
The Big Picture
The Big Picture: “Last Ape Standing: The Seven-Million-Year Story of How and Why We Survived” by Chip Walter.)
book to read
book to read
Grouchy Old Cripple | tagline
Grouchy Old Cripple | tagline:
Joke
A male uninformed voter shouts frantically into the phone, “My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes apart!”
“Is this her first child?” asks the Doctor.
“No!” he shouts, “this is her husband!”
Joke
A male uninformed voter shouts frantically into the phone, “My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes apart!”
“Is this her first child?” asks the Doctor.
“No!” he shouts, “this is her husband!”
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