Dad said in his unit when an SS officer was captured the SS soldierwould be executed shortly there afterwards.

How about 560 prison guards executed in one day ! Right or Wrong ??
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/QFmy7FaIR...ture=share War is hell and may your good fortune prevent you from ever having to try and survive in a war zone.

The video brings up some good points about American health and why we suck as a healthy nation. We have all heard tidbits and innuendos about fast food and chemicals in our food that are not beneficial to a healthy life. Why food additives that are banned in many countries are accepted as food additives in America..... Something maybe ain't right !
TIMESTAMPS 0:00 - Intro 3:49 - History of Food Industry 10:34 - Dr Casey Means 16:53 - Seed Oils 20:11 - Banned Ingredients 22:59 - Agriculture Corruption 26:26 - Food Additives 28:17 - Final Thoughts

I challenge you to write a story of the second photo I post. The first photo is my story.

After you write a story post a photo so the next person can write a story. If you can not post a photo just say “the next story should be about a pink flying car”

I will start!

Here is the photo I have to write about!

Snowplow

Without the mighty snow plow we would all take a fall,
Wow Mr. snow plow you have a big call,

When the snow begins you are the first on the scene,
Others wow they can sure be mean!

All through the night with out fright you clean our streets
Getting stuck in this muck is not your luck,

The passers by wink their eye because you helped them get by.

The next person writes about this photo.

I was having a conversation the other day about racism, and what the line is between racist and supremacist ideologies. For example, is the proliferation of the practice of abortion in America, which disproportionately affects the Black population and communities, a form of racism, class warfare, or eugenics? Please ignore this example if you believe that the widespread availability of pregnancy termination is merely a startling victory for human rights.

I had a point to make that I wasn't sure of, and wanted to get the opinion of you well-reasoned folks here. I assert that the "New World Order" is in fact non-racist, while still being a completely supremacist elite ideology: based on the principle that they are more qualified and entitled to rule than the non-elite masses. We can perhaps point to this supremacist ideology originating in the modern world in British Colonialism and Empire, with its profoundly racist extractionist practices and concept of manifest destiny. This allied in the 19th century with American Exceptionalism and its hemispheric dominance of native and non-white populations, and allied in the 20th century with Europe cultural strongholds and the Zionist doctrine of a nationalist manifestation of "chosen people". This "New World Order" aggregate has somehow maintained its heterogeneous supremacist and racist nature in the current day, bound together by institutions such as the World Economic Forum, its differences transcended by the common belief: we deserve to own and control everything, because we are better than you.

So, while still being profoundly racist in specific expression of classism and supremacist ideologies, the modern world globalist system is non-racist in that it doesn't really care, in aggregate, what form that racism and cultural dominance takes. This allows it to use racism as a weapon of control against the proletariat who are mired in lower-class racism, anyone who does not acknowledge that the god money trumps such minor hatefulness.

Look at the Ivy League in the Americas, who are quite willing to accept people of all skin tones, as long as they act in accord with their values, or present an opposition safely positioned within their sphere. Or the alliance of UKUSA and Israel, or Christian and Jew, who don't care how each other present their dominance of the middle east and muslim populations, as long as their economic and territorial goals are in accord.

What are your thoughts? Are you racist?

Zephyrian, The Seeker of Hidden Winds -a fey entity embodying the spirit of exploration and the pursuit of hidden knowledge.

Just as the forum navigates the realms of mystery, history, and philosophy, Zephyrian drifts through the unseen currents of air, seeking out truths that lie obscured, guiding those who dare to question and explore the unknown.

[Author's note:  This story takes as a prequel the story entitled We're just "Different."  I have attempted to keep it self-consistent so as to make it stand alone, with limited success.  I do plan a conclusion... unless you all tell me to give up on the idea.]

It was the day after the man had actually been there, witnessing what his daughter 'saw.'  And he had struggled with exactly how to deal with it.

His daughter was not in a good place... It was a blessing that this was summer break, since she was a high school student with very few really 'good' friends, and a larger number of people he simply wished she wouldn't associate with.  He didn't want her to attempt to 'socialize' about the experience.  He had been there... and it was not a good prospect for her future to be associated with such things... not in this neck of the woods.  She apparently hadn't slept well, (and neither had he.)

He knew she had understood him when he warned her against thinking there was someone she could talk to about "seeing a demon," as he was sure she would tell it.  And since he had affirmed he had seen it as well, she was less inclined to panic about it.  But that kind of relaxation could breed carelessness... and he had to bring home the lesson that "You should never actually go looking for these things."

He had learned long ago on his own... He shuddered to think of actually seeking these things out.  He couldn't bear the thought of the damage such a thing might actually do to his daughter.

There was a popular movie and comic book series that had shocked him in a very specific way, it was called 'Hellbender', and - as usual with most 'entertainment fodder,' they weren't authoritative in their lore, but they had gotten at least one thing right... "When you see them... they see you."  He was certain of that himself, and when the movie brought that into the plot line he had become very uncomfortable... but had said nothing at the time. But now... he had to talk about it to his daughter...

They were in the kitchen... her Mom was boiling up hot dogs and simmering beans for everyone... she called for help as he had chosen to open the new condiment jars, struggling with a stubborn relish jar... when she slipped away to grab a smoke outside, his daughter spoke up before he had a chance to, saying "How could Mom not have seen it!  It was right there in the window looking in."  He sighed and struck the jar against the counter... twisting, it opened with a 'pop' spitting relish particles onto the counter...

"I don't really know... but I for one am grateful."  He reached out to the paper towel dispenser and yanked a towel comet... four or five squares long.. cursing, he rolled them back up and turned to her...

She added a new question... "Why would you be grateful?  Does Mom even know you see things like that monster?"

He said "She knows, but we don't really talk about that.  It makes her uncomfortable.  I hoped you guys would never see things like that... I don't know if your little brother, or your sisters have, or even do.  But now, I know you do, it's not just me.  I have some things you need to hear, because I never found anyone to explain this to me... and I'm not sure that even the so-called 'experts' have a real clue about living with it."  He made air quotes around experts.

"What? Not even our priest?" she was surprised (and he was happy that she thought of that as an option.)

"Normally, I would say that at almost anytime you should be able to go to your priest about things..." He checked the hot dogs, roiling in water, the beans needed a stir...  He continued "But before you do anything, hear me out..."  

"First off, what we saw was not imaginary. And it was not something we should ever want to see. Or try to see."

"You don't have to tell me that" she added.

"But even more important," he continued "whatever those things are, they are not to be pursued.  I want you to know that deliberately looking for them, is a huge mistake."
"When you see them, they can suddenly see you."  It's like a spotlight shining on you, and they seem to hate being seen.  It's almost like they react to it as an attack."

"You mean like that movie "Constantine?"  That was real?"

"No damnit!" he pressed, "Never, ever think that you can count on fiction to 'teach' you about this stuff!"   They don't ever just "see" you, they actually target you... they react to being seen. Never believe that the stories you see or read are life lessons.  There is no tattoo, no symbolic object, no artifact of magic to protect you from them... and they can and will attack if the opportunity is there."

He paused, questioning himself as he pondered if she could really understand what he was saying, or would it fall into the stereotypical "Wah, wah, wah..." adult talking... "wah, wah, wah"... message lost.

She interrupted him, "Um, I went outside to look and see if it left any tracks around the ground under the window."

He dropped the spoon he was stirring with... it sank into the simmering beans... "Shit!" he exclaimed harshly... 
She had assumed it was about the spoon... and was surprised when he turned to her and grabbed her by the shoulders... "When?" he asked in an urgent tone.
She answered, "This morning.  Just before you got out of the shower"...

"Shit, Shit, Shit!" he repeated...

He looked at her, released her shoulders, stepped back, pausing as his wife returned to the kitchen, she approach the stove asking, "Did you stir the beans?" 

He knew well that his wife had instinctively understood that something was happening in here between him and their daughter... she intentionally broke the conversation they were having, injecting something mundane into it... to gauge it more clearly... clever girl.  (She also knew that he was aware of the tactic, they knew each other very well... )

But their daughter assumed her mother was oblivious to the conversation, and was trapped by the impulse to talk about this to Mom... while remembering Dad's apparent resistance to the idea.

"Hey, where's my spoon?" the Mom asked... He responded, "It's at the bottom of the pot, boiling along with the beans..."  She looked at him, smiled and said "Yum, stainless steelicious.!"  "Yeah, sorry about that." he said.

The girl blurted out the question... "Mom didn't you see that thing in the window yesterday?"

He fell into the time warp of memory...

He remembered regretting telling her.  They had been together for almost a year, and he knew she was not inclined to entertain this kind of topic.  She could watch horror in entertainment, but if it was ever talked about as real... she would withdraw.

"You see these things?" she asked. And quickly tacked on... "I mean, what are you seeing exactly?"
He knew it had been a mistake; he had decided long before not to say anything about it to her, and then he had looked into her eyes and let loose.

"Well, not what we just saw in that movie, but something similar... just as scary.  And I don't see them like Hollywood makes it seem. And it's not a frequent thing either."  He felt like he might have to defend his sanity here... once again.  He had learned that there was no 'sharing' this before, and the lesson apparently was overridden by her beautiful eyes.

Then she surprised him.  "Tell me not to be afraid," she said.  "Don't be. I'm not."  That was his very first actual deliberate lie to her, and he vowed then and there to himself he would never lie to her again.

Explanations followed, some accounts, no two could be said to be alike.
He explained that he had seen them infrequently...

"You see a toucan... you see them at the zoo, maybe in a picture, a TV show... only every now and then... because they're not everywhere, not all the time... it's the same with me seeing 'stuff.'   I've seen them in the day, in the rain, in a park, on the beach, at night,"... he was aware that he had paused there "... anytime, any place... and they don't always "do" anything..." (This was before he confirmed that they might "see him back." )  It was an awkward conversation, and he never voluntarily brought it up again...

Until last night, when he had to explain what had occurred so suddenly while they were in the bedroom, that he had seen a goat horned thing... actually ram horned would be more accurate.  He said to her that would never had said anything to her, except their second-borne had seen it too.  And he had to have a talk with her, since she was deeply shaken.  The conversation was short, but he said he would handle it.  She only asked "Should I be afraid?"  He assured her... he would take care of it.

He spent the rest of the evening looking for something, anything that he could use... just in case.  What he found was a pathetic thing.. that at least he could swing at someone to keep them at bay.

He had no guns, no knives, nothing that could really be called a weapon, and because his focus was elsewhere, he didn't fret over that fact.  He never really needed a weapon.  And with so many kids, he'd rather not have any around... too dangerous. 

What he did have, however, 'had been a weapon' a one point.  It was a World War II Japanese cavalry sword his father had "won" during an exchange somewhere in the Pacific theater.  His father had been serving there, but was attacked suddenly by an officer separated from his unit.  After the melee, my father kept the weapon... but hid it away in a box for the remainder of his life.  His father was long deceased at this point...  the sword was in a shameful state, the hasp was naked, a metal stump extending behind the blade.  The other few remaining pieces of it were loosely affixed, the blade itself remained sharp, but whatever it was coated with had become almost shellac, making it difficult to withdraw from the old scabbard.  "In a pinch, this must serve." he thought.

Returning to now, he thought just how bad things could be for his little girl

"I saw it." the daughter said to her mother... "Dad saw it too."  
"I didn't see it." Mom said "I was doing a crossword, I didn't look up."

She busied herself fishing out the drowned spoon... "But listen to your father on this... I know he can help you."  He felt his heart fill with love for her, grateful to have such a wife who trusted in him.  After a few seconds, his wife was staring at him... called him by name... becoming concerned with the long pause...

"Uh right." Stumbling over is thoughts, "I never expected to have to talk to you about this... and if I have to talk to you about this, I'm going to have to talk to your sisters and brother about it too."

"Do you want me to keep it secret?"  His daughter asked.   An especially difficult question for him to answer, since he had always taught his children that secrets are weaknesses that only lead to lies.  "And lies make people sick... one way or another" he added. "Tell the truth" he had told them each, "and you will always be freer than those who don't."  Both of his older children already understood the nuance of "not lying." 

"No I don't want you to lie, or keep it a secret from them... I just don't want you forgetting how if they really can't see they are safe... if you tell them about it they're gonna go looking... you know they will... just like you did, once you'd seen it."

She looked at her mother, who was focusing on the food... but must have been listening, she said "Listen to your father, he's been through this, if you must talk about it, talk to him."  He couldn't help but add, "I only wish that I had someone to talk to about it when I first saw this stuff... When I tried, some people thought I was crazy, they started out all nice and listening, and later spread the idea that I was hallucinating.  I don't want you to go through that."

"Who did you talk to?" she asked... this was a question of his past that he didn't want to revisit.

"Forget that for now... right now I want to tell you something... and this is important... it may sound stupid, or even crazy... but if you ever see something like that again, it can be useful to know."

He stopped and looked at his wife, who was expertly preparing to set the table.  She glanced back and said to their daughter, interjecting "Later... for now pause this conversation..." she paused for a second and then proclaimed loudly "Dinner..., kids come eat!"  They were interrupted by the cadence of little feet running down the hallway...  He thought to himself. "This isn't a dinner conversation... but it can't really wait, not now that she went looking."

After dinner, the ritual of the cleaning up began.. and as the children were puttering about, his wife made a momentary space for them to talk... "I'm afraid now.... and I'm worried because I know you mean to handle this, but I need to know what you need me to do."  "I need to know more - especially if you are going to have to talk to the kids about this.... I have to be there."  He knew she was right.  He knew she had to hear this stuff... stuff that she was brought up to 'reject as lunacy' and as a 'dangerous subject.'  He felt safe that she would not openly judge him harshly, or even think to make this a 'problem' within the family.  She loved him, and would tolerate him even if she could not support him.  She was unaware of just how much he loved her for that.

After the ritual cleaning up, he and his wife retired to the room, his daughter followed... "What were you going to tell me?"

"I'm going to jump right into this..." he felt that his wife was waiting for this.. just as much as his daughter.  But he really hadn't thought it through, how to say this without appearing to be talking idiot lunatic words...  there was no escaping the problem.

"Imagine that whenever we think, or we feel someway and we dwell on that... a kind of 'smell' pools up around us... it's not really an odor... and we can't smell it.. but those things can.  When they are seen, the smell that comes out of us is strong to them... they look for it... thinking "who is that?"  They seem to get angry at being seen... like it is threatening to them.  When you 'think' about them it does the same thing, but not so strongly... right now... if one of those things was around it would be hunting for the source...  You went outside to look in the scrub under the window... and left 'signs' of the search right there... where we both know one had been.  If he is lingering around... he will be back... he will get angry, and he will want to 'deal with' whoever that was.

"But..." his daughter interjected, and he waited patiently for the question which would follow.
She drifted off... and finally finished "...what will that thing do to us?"

"As of right now, today... and until forever more, absolutely nothing." he said with a firm conviction and confidence... "I stand in between them and all those I love..., you kids, your Mom, even our families, and most of our friends.  Later, I will explain how and why that is so... but for now I will tell you something you must always remember... If you see something again, and it sees you and you feel like it's coming at you... think of me... tell it "you have to deal with my Dad first!"  That will only make it angrier... and that's just fine... because I can deal with them - and they know that... and I get the feeling that they would rather not deal with me at all... I'm pretty sure of that..."

"I promise you that none of them can reach or hurt you - because you are protected.  That is probably why it was so pissed at the window... it can't just 'come in' and screw around with any of us... we are protected...  so try not to be afraid.  But NEVER be bold and taunting... that might cause all kinds of trouble we don't want."

He didn't know it was already too late... He didn't realize what was already coming their way.

Looking Askew at Mar’s moons Phobos and Deimos


Both moons orbit over the equator of Mars. That is an interesting fact in itself, but only the beginning of the strange, telling basic facts of the two. Phobos is falling inward, and Deimos is moving outward.
However, Deimos has a near-synchronous with its primary even as it moves slowly away. That is an astounding fact not well known and is rarely mentioned in that fashion in any published details of Mars. Given that peculiar orbit, that fact suggests that at one point in the distant past it was exactly in a purposeful, synchronous motion with Mars.
We have communication satellites in such orbits around earth since 1964. They exist in that mode as a nifty astrophysics trick worked out by Obers in 1922 and reminded to us in a science-fiction story by Arthur C. Clarke in 1945. Such an orbit would be virtually impossible for nature to produce on its own.
If we were curious enough and capable enough, we could do math work and come within a cosmic epoch or two within when Deimos was in an exact stationary orbit over one point on Mars. That would be an astounding revelation of the general point of when a Mars civilization was flourishing. That time would have been tens of millions of years ago. Its current orbit has slowed and lags over time to about 3.3 hours behind matching the motion with the planet as its orbit very slowly drifts outward.
Phobos, also, provides surprising information, but to the exact opposite. Being closer to Mars at about 3700 miles, it orbits in 7 hours and 39 minutes, making about three quick passes lagging around Mars during the Martian day of 24 hours and 37 minutes. It is moving inward due to the drag of the thin atmosphere combined with gravity and slowly gaining velocity.
Were it at a higher and slower orbit, which it must have had at one point millions of years ago, it could have been at one point a precise, astronomical “clock” for the Martians, dividing the day into three equal parts.
I assume that any astronomer or astrophysicist worthy of their degree could easily work out the epoch of time when there was an extended, highly technological civilization on Mars and its moons. That assumption further assumes that Martians could easily have visited earth in those times in a far better fashion than what we hope to use to gain Mars! I further assume from our missions, that at least the US and Russia know that Phobos and Deimos are artificially placed and once we can access them, we will gain immense shortcuts in all fields of exploration and science. I semi-jokingly assume Elon Musk to be the modern tomb raider.

Thoughts on Joey Valence and Brae?

I absolutely LOVE the throwback sound/style.  My only critique would be the overuse of some samples as in same sample used in multiple songs.

The videos are very entertaining as well.   I wonder if they'lll get the same treatment and get classified as Alternative over Hip Hop

https://www.foxnews.com/politics/tim-wal...ale-voters

Quote:During the live-stream, Walz told Ocasio-Cortez that if he and Kamala Harris win the election, he would make her the Speaker of the House.

Is there an invasion of bugs coming, or does the US have some really good radars and tracking equipment and they are literally locking on and tracking bugs?

Absolutely nutty youtube channel, good luck.

1994 Nellis UAP Advanced Motion Registration

A Close Encounter Of The NHI Kind

To awaken with a ticket to another plane.
Excess baggage is burned at the stake.
Sat next to my alluring tour guide on an empty flight.
Strapping in for new memories is our landing.

The shaking ground leaves us bogged down in a muddy no man's land.
Our new passage is the eagle flying through the cracks.
Red brick and stone walls crumble before our eyes.
Allowing the guards to unlock the town's gates.

Strolling along the pier and up the riverboat's gangway.
The Boxing Day warmth descends upon the bay and our lake home.
The guide turns to a tourist before the flowing hearts' water fountain.
For the moon and the stars are our cruising companions.

My long journey was amazing up here in a spaceship built for one human. The 251 days I spent traveling to Mars were amazing. I think I went insane. NASA was kind enough to give me a robot to chat with. She went crazy too.

My whole life I trained for this visit to Mars. NASA locked me in a 12x12 room for 300 days. Lucky for me I had a nail clipper and running recycled water. Yes my pee was turned back into water. Everything was in my small room.

My robot and I landed kind of safe on Mars. I could not wait to exit this mind controlled space ship I was in.

As soon as we opened our door 100 Martians were angry and holding up a sign.

They sent us back...

Quote:

Quote:The case against three people accused of operating the bogus Masonic Fraternal Police Department — a supposedly ancient force that claimed to work in 33 states and Mexico — partly collapsed on Monday when the charges against one defendant were dismissed and the organization’s so-called chief suddenly died.
Hours after he appeared in a San Fernando courtroom, David Inkk Henry, the 47-year-old “grandmaster,” died of a pulmonary embolism at Henry Mayo Newhall Memorial Hospital, attorney Gary Casselman said.

Earlier in the day, L. A. County Superior Court Judge Hayden Zacky had granted a motion to dismiss the charges against Brandon Kiel, a former community affairs staffer with the California Department of Justice whom authorities said had impersonated a police officer and misused his government-issued ID.

Evil show!
Golly gee this a fine day I say,
Beaver, it's 7:30am and breakfast is served.

Golly Gee mother I thank you,
Mmm this fried pork is mighty fine today.

Ward dear, you are going to be late for work,
Oh my dear June did you pour me my morning coffee.

Ward, don't be silly my dear love,
Have I ever missed your coffee.

Wally dear son it is time for me to fix your hair,
I want you looking sharp as an axe for school.

Golly Gee mother I am 16,
Son you boys will be boys,

Eddie walkes in "Good morning Mrs. Cleaver,"
Eddie "would you like some pie."

Sure Mrs Cleaver you are so kind,
Oh Eddie you are the nicest boy around,

As the boys walk to school, Eddie flattens all the cars tires...

While 100% effective, sensory depravation, psychedelics and ritualized magic isn't everyone's cup of tea or even that easy to engage in.  This is the guide for the person that is curious or has tried and failed without resorting to exotic methods, zero assists needed.

Step 1
Lie down on your back. Time should not be of consideration, if you need to be or do something within in hour don't bother. Set an alarm (terribly experience when it goes off, it will be a shock ).

Step 2.
Tense and relax every muscle group that you have in succession. Start with one foot and the toes.  Tense up for a couple of seconds, then relax and really focused on what just happened.
Do the other foot. Do the calves next, then upper legs.  Continue through your whole body and finally finish by pulling silly faces   

Step 3.
That's it.

"Wait what?" Here is the secret: focus.  The mind cannot be still, consciousness is the light that always wanders.  Accept it, embrace it, learn to control it.

• Breathe, box breath.  Inhale for 4 seconds > Hold breath for 4 seconds > exhale for 4 seconds > be still for 4 seconds > inhale for 4 seconds.
  • the amount of seconds doesn't really mater, whatever you are comfortable with.
    
• You will start noticing a vibration that starts in your feet and moves up your body.
  
• You will start hearing a humming or a buzzing, it might sound electric.
  

1. shape
   
2. texture
   
3. dimension
   
4. color
   

The mind is like a garden, a place where things can grow. A place where one can propagate and nurture all you know.

At times you’ll raise a beauty worthy of sharing all around, in others a monster; yet would you burn it to the ground?

So whatever you pull out of the nursery take care to ensure it’s sound, the last thing a gardener should show off is all the weeds they have around.

Seeds to spread? Rhizomes of dread? Please keep them to yourself. Those cuttings are akin to tumours for a budding gardener’s health.

Their subconscious is a nursery and minds can be a garden, yet your vines infect their ground, parched; beginning to harden.

Horrors in their garden, grown from spit and spite... Ruining the youth? It’s never a pretty sight.

Spread seeds of hope, gift cuttings of joy with faith that they can grow. Since places of peace are something we need and should be something we know.

Me being old as dirt now, I wonder how I survived my derring-do of youth; sometimes fun and work has a deadly price !  RIP Chuck as that was better way to go than an old folks home IMO.

Quote:In New Mexico, a single-engine plane whizzed upwards before twirling upside down in a dazzling display of showmanship. As the plane leveled out, something went wrong. It somersaulted out of control before taking a deadly nosedive. On board was famous pilot Chuck Coleman, who helped train the cast of the blockbuster film "Top Gun: Maverick," starring Tom Cruise. Rescuers raced to the scene, but it was too late.

One of the things that I have been struggling with lately is the absolute bs that we as a people have been indoctrinated into.

Yes it has been ingrained into us from the beginning, you are from “here”, therefore you only have a focus on your own interests.

Does another country’s political system affect you? How?

In this forum the world is very much US-Centric and I understand that. Is that truly how the rest of the world sees it? I wonder, I see it as a distraction from the real issues of the day.

We need to ensure a food security system, we need to protect our children and our environment, and we need to look after each other globally. Doing this only in Canada, the US and Mexico doesn’t mean a pinch of raccoon shit to the planet’s survival. Not that I believe that we as humans are capable of really changing Mother Earth.

My complaint is the amount of time and energy we spend on deciding which of the two party system (1984 anyone?) politics that we know is wrong…

I don’t have an answer, other than term limits, citizen terms and a recall program.

I’m sorry, meh

My 2 pesos…


Tecate

The Universal Computer
( Sings for America )


The universal computer
makes fractals
every day

It keeps them for eons,
and then throws them
away

Away and then back
to a recognizable rack
to be used again
for another attack

The universal computer
forms fractal geome-trees
of clouds, mounds, and
mountains in the masses
around the seas

And in the fields
of glorious green
where the lasses gleam
and the eagles scream
is a prelude to a song
and a sight to be seen

Song for America

An I'm off to the races again.

Where I work we unreasonably end up with critters in the building. This weeks contestant was pointed out to me by yet another screaming man who was running around with a bucket insisting "I need you!!!" 

While I was trying to figure out what a dog turd was doing on the floor? Panicked guy was pointing an squealing FROG!!!! Last time I got yanking outside to snatch up 3 hatchling snapping turtles. 

Sigh...
Took Frog, cleaned up, warmed it up, mocked it for awhile. 
"I'm a Amphibian. I identify as a Frog. The crazy lady keeps calling me Burrito!!" Fun for me. It apparently left it's sewage laden pond an thought a chemical warehouse was the better option. Not so much.

Word got out, opinons volunteered from the peanut gallery. "Your gonna release it or keep it?" Sweet Baby Cheezits People!!! I don't know what kind of Frog it is, I don't have a clue what habitat it needs, it's deyhydrated & probably shocky, I don't even know if it's gonna live till I can punch out & go home!!! 

After some serious googling it's a female Northern Green Frog. I spent the entire evening cleaning a old aquarium, playing with the solar meter & UVB light height, digging out spare green aquarium liner,  the bottle of Tank-Safe. FFS!! Happy Frog, no dinner for me till near midnight. Altho crafting a Frog proof tank lid out of screening an making most excellent mitered corners using a stapler was fun!! Who knew??

Frog ate a red worm & a couple of beetles. HUGE Froggie pile as Thanks this AM. Burrito is doing OK so far altho definately getting released as it's gonna warm up this week an I'd prefer she had time to reorient herself before the temps drop. 

Not sure why I seem to be the "Wayward Home for Wayward Critters" but this May's stray kitten is doing fine. Swear to God the ET's tossed brown tiger striped kittens out like Pez across america since in May/June there were hundreds of FB reels of them. Aside...it's a conspiracy, they're chipped!!! (more mocking) 

Did release the baby snappers in a excellent habitat with strict instructions. 
You are all DNA donors! Your job is to make it to 6yrs old an breed like bunnies. Watch out for overhead shadows, stay out of the deep water. Fish lie!! That Bass is NOT going to show you where Turtle Town is!! Stay together!! Turtles are smart an these at least faked like they were paying attention. 

Dunno about the Frog. 
I'm pretty sure I'm out of "mission instructions". 
https://animalia.bio/index.php/northern-green-frog

That was quick. From rumour to reality... nearly three hours long.

I've downloaded it and will watch it in segments as I don't have the stamina for 3 hours of chit chat.

From early indications, it seems to have gone swimmingly.

Let's see if Harris follows in his footsteps...

Props to pianopraze for posting the live feed in his thread:

https://denyignorance.com/Thread-Joe-Rog...8#pid17288

So I recently read about a house in an affluent suburb of Calgary, Alberta.
https://apple.news/A8Zh4KUlcT1emDAkKjxBoWA

I hope the link works, there’s no pictures but, meh.

This house went on the market for about 1.4 million dollars Canadian.
5 year old, 5 bedroom, 2 level, ~3500sqft, triple attached garage!
It was ignored because it doesn’t have a spice kitchen!

I had never heard of this feature until now and I was blown away by looking it up. It’s pretty much a second kitchen for cooking with spices and oils etc that can be closed off to keep odors and aromas from going throughout the rest of the house.

Apparently this is a feature that’s very common in Eastern cultures. Curry and other very aromatic spices? East Indian dishes specifically I imagine.

Anyhoo, I was most surprised that the lack of this feature was the big deal-breaker. There is a large East Indian population in Calgary (I know, I worked there as a Paramedic in the ‘90s) and they have some amazing homes.

Has anyone else seen, heard of, or even has one of these? I can’t imagine paying the utilities for a place with 2 kitchens, as well as the other amenities!

I’m quite frugal obviously if that is my first impression, but wow!

My 2 pesos…


Tecate

Thought this would be an interesting thread.   
Just posting our observations ....
Join in.   Could be interesting.


What I'm seeing in Wilmington Delaware ..... Until about a week ago there were hardly any signs out at all.   Now I've seen about two dozen and it's evenly split between Harris and Trump.  This is odd since Harris campaign HQ is here and this is BIdens hometown.    I've seen a few Harris/Biden bumperstickers and maybe one or two Trump ones.  But people aren't into the bumper stickers it seems.   I've seen Trump hats but no Harris hats or tshirts or anything.

Up over the line in Pennsylvania .... This is just south of Philadelphia but it all sort of runs together ... I'm seeing Trump yard signs.  No Harris or Biden yard signs.  

What I saw yesterday .... We were out in Lancaster Pennsylvania.   It's Amish country.  Farmlands for miles and miles.   All the Amish farms had Trump yard signs out.   I saw a few horse and buggies with Amish in them go down the road here and there.   No bumper stickers on them.   Trump has the Amish vote locked down.

Disclaimer: This is a real text message from a friend that is NOT a member of ATS or DI. This person knows me well enough not to try this crap. It also deals with controversial issues, and ways i process that which screws up my day.

So my sometimes annoying (mostly) gay friend sent me this text message today.



He has yet to respond.

What the hell do you say to that? I almost said, "For the love of God would you go get laid!"

But I post this, because it's also really really sad. He is such a girl-minded boy too. His approach is a paragon of failed masculinity. Nevertheless, it got me thinking about the trans issue he so eloquently ALL CAPS TEXTED me the importance of to him.

He took the time to say he wanted to be a girl while simultaneouy denouncing transgender ideology? If I was a Star Trek robot, it might cause a self-destruct sequence.

He's conservative, Trump all the way. But it seems he's also really freaking dysphoric and angry. I am wondering if his conservatism has convinced him that he deserves to abuse himself over wanting to be a girl? Or what the real deal is here. And why he cares that he would be ugly.

And while I gotta somewhat appreciate him promising to stay out of my gender, It is still annoying and rude to send this trip to someone because you're having a bad day.

Never thought I'd say this, but this dude seriously needs Jesus, or at least INTENSE THERAPY, LOVE, something, because the prideful satan thing he/she does ruins my Fridays at work on an already agitating day.

Maybe you move somewhere liberal where nobody knows you and start taking hormones? Just stop laying your disturbed problems on me... unless you want me to turn it to a public topic of discussion with some anonymity remaining intact.

Maybe try to salvage their rather obvious pain into a psychology discussion. It seems like a real issue he's deliberately falling to shit over.

Unsure what games are being played, but Joe Rogan's Trump interview has been released, but unlisted and removed? but some people captured it.
Unsure.. maybe the Iran attack forced them to take it down hoping for a wider audience..
Joe Rogan Experience #2219 Donald Trump since it was unlisted


Watching this now its 3hrs long so ill come back with some updates