I didn't go to the staged Orange Man event Saturday afternoon by house, but a friend of mine went and said people were passed out in the grass and puking all over the place like a 70s rock concert. I asked if they were all drunk or some shit. Apparently you can't get drunk and see Orange Man anyways. She said no, it was just hot....
When's the last time you heard of masses of people getting heat stroke?
The Pharm chemicals being sprayed now are some of the worst I ever encountered and it's hard to separate those effects from what might be in chemtrails.
Pharm Kemicals? High or Low Frequency RF? Chemtrails? Father Fauci's magic jewce? The thought of God (Orange Man) speaking? I always like your answer. All of the Above.....
Dude. You outdid me with the most practical answer of Friar Fauci's Filthy Fratricidal Formula that would so occlude the vessels sanguine as to make the radiator overheat. My life has been nothing but chemical assaults so I don't think of the simple explanations of: Too many dumbasses volunteered for Sue Aside.
You ripped off your central AC?? Wow that is what I call living the life trying to make a point…..in HELL. I do not have central AC or decentralized one either because I am noise sensitive. So yesterday it was a whopping 87F inside my house. I have idiots in the family, baby boomers….who tell me that “I never remember it that hot”. Sure you don’t imbecile….you lived in Florida in perennial central AC dwellings! I remember temperatures of almost 104F in the summers of 1978, 1979, 1980, 1981 and so on…Heck it was 100F on July 9, 1965 when I was born......so I remember clearly how hot it was in the mediterranean island of Sardinia. I recall the wild fire (set by shepherds) burning the entire island and the helicopters coming and going getting the big tanks full of water from the sea to dump it on the fires.
Nyet, my Sardinian friend. I did not rip off my central AC - my central AC was so old that it was ripping off me!
Once I ran it about 13 years ago duriing the two hottest days of summer and it cost $30.
Since I've never made a living wage compared to the knobs with clipboards that make more in one year than I've made in a lifetime - I couldn't afford $450 a month JUST for AC over and above my standard bill.
I'm hot-blooded, hot-headed, and full of hot-air, so I'm kinda acclimatized to the 5th circle of Hell.
Adults act like brain-dead throughput puppets for the narrative:
I don't remember it THIS HOT!
I don't remember it THIS COLD!
I used to work outside all the time. That's why I wrote science fiction about dangerous planets where the atmosphere, plants, animals and daily swing of temperature can kill you.
Apes in cages never been to the desert where it can go from 120 to 60 or colder at night. That's a 60 degree swing and no nake ape could survive that.
I stifled my own desire to go to Antarctica when I saw that it could get down to -120 F and the temperature would feel warmer if the wind was blowing.
Those helicopters should have stayed home to "Stay Safe" and let the island burn...
That knob with the bow tie was claiming that the insurance corporations ran everything. Just like all of the distractions it all comes down to the same family just running mutiple cartels.
Can you see a MASH chopper pilot saying:
"I can't pick up the wounded because there's unfriendlies down there and it's a bit warm today"
The same people who do not remember hot or cold dont remember anything else either. They never remember what they studied in school either. OK it was lies....but still. And that is why is so easy to bullshit people into lies. Hey ypu dont even have to try hard or even lie because most people just do not remember their lives except key facts like stupid Christmas gatherings or how drunk or high they got in college. The latter is usually the reason why they dont remember their lives in the first place.
On a side note…..There is an ultra-marathon that has been going on in the Death Valley for quite a while, it is called “Bad Water Ultramarathon”. A decade ago I really wanted to do it because the entire event in those brutal conditions was very intriguing to me.
Tales and books have been written on this and the folks who partecipate. Apparently temperatures are so hot that the running shoes undergo a mini meltdown, so runners (really only a handful) run on the white line of the road because it is slightly cooler on that piece of asphalt. And then at night temperatures drop into cold spells…..I mean it is some serious shit.
Now the event is so unique that a medical team of researchers study the athlete performance in those conditions. But what is most fascinating about this endurance, grueling running/walking race is that there is a set of strict rules to be followed not to be disqualified, one of them (this made me laugh when I read it) is no IV allowed. Means you are not allowed to give or get an IV during the run.
I just wanted to share this with all of you folks and compare it to the article about the helicopter not being able to fly in temperature of 120F. Well if {crazy insane }athletes run in those temperatures……everyone knows how hot is on Death Valley.
John Waters on Michael Nehls' book The Indoctrinated Brain.
"Dr Nehls’ chief focus is on the systematic erasure of ‘autobiographical memory’ — by which he means the continuous narrative of the human being by which we derive our senses of the meaning, continuity and direction of our existence. In this regard, he explains, the perpetrators seek to abolish meaningful apprehension of future events and weaken resistance to tyranny in a manner calculated to render us amenable to indoctrination, manipulation and the rewriting of our private thoughts. Drawing on medical and scientific evidence, and invoking continually the works of Orwell and Huxley — by way, I intuit, of providing a backdrop of comparison for something that is otherwise unprecedented — he describes a war of daily indoctrination being waged against the human race, ‘not only against our freedom of thought and speech, and our most basic beliefs . . . but also against the ability to think and our individuality.’"
It was getting a bit unruly, so I resorted to taking my head to the carwash for a weekly clean, but it was so big that I wouldn't fit in the booth anymore so we tried pressure hosing it down outside, some got in my ear and everything went down the drain. I guess we'll have to adjust my legend unless no one else reads this comment.
Primary school. The curruculum is created to be so boring you justcwant to forget it all. And that is why history is taught in such boring meaningless fashion.
The most poig nant thing I remember about history is that some gits in armor came over on ships, planted flags for spain, france, portugal, england, or netherlands and claim land that belonged to someone else.
Correct. That's exactly what they meant. Carry on, you too Bright-for-your-Twisted-Britches Bastard. (From the lack of commentary, apparently, no one 'gets' you quite like I do. ;-)
I would like to thank all of the Little People who helped me get this Bastard Of The Year award. I worked very hard and it is very gratifying to be recognized for my achievements (I was laughing so hard I almost couldn't type!).
Comments are an unusual thing. Sometimes a thread will be a hundred or more long. Other times: Crickets.
Good when deep fat fried with some thyme.
A large number of folks know that I'm a Right Bastard so there is no need to stroke my ego by public acknowlegement.
But there is a contingent that never threw a bale of hay in anger or in 120 F barns so they have no fucking clue what I'm talking about. What it means to work harder than anyone on the planet for non-living wages, or why someone would be angry because they were 'white' and passed up for promotions and raises because Affirmative Action was just recently overturned as being discrimination.
Baggage?
They're going to have to add another couple of cars to that long train...
How dare you call me 'Little.' You barely know me. And, 'people' hardly applies. Hurling insults is bad form. Don't get too happy over that acknowledgement, Right B.
I was channeling my inner Judy Garland acknowledging the politically correct name for the group that got her on the road to Odd. So, if you don't like me being polite: you Midget! then take me directly to the Lollipop Guild because I'm in the mood for some gold-covered pure sugar candies with artifical colors.
Hey, this hurling of friendly fire insults is like a Three Stooges Pie Fight.
I'll bet we could achieve world piece if folks would just chew each other an new asshole (I'm thinking of re-phrasing that) but then we do have Ewe Toob as a template - but that ain't workin' so well.
Was that lemon merangue? or just aftershave in a crust?
All right then, had to laugh at Midget. Just don't call me Shorty 'cause then I start to melt. Ironic that iconic, pill-popping Judy looked ever so sweet but, was too high to notice the answer was right in front of her co-cane-stained nose. Click Clique.
I didn't go to the staged Orange Man event Saturday afternoon by house, but a friend of mine went and said people were passed out in the grass and puking all over the place like a 70s rock concert. I asked if they were all drunk or some shit. Apparently you can't get drunk and see Orange Man anyways. She said no, it was just hot....
When's the last time you heard of masses of people getting heat stroke?
The Pharm chemicals being sprayed now are some of the worst I ever encountered and it's hard to separate those effects from what might be in chemtrails.
There's more to it than just heat.
Pharm Kemicals? High or Low Frequency RF? Chemtrails? Father Fauci's magic jewce? The thought of God (Orange Man) speaking? I always like your answer. All of the Above.....
Dude. You outdid me with the most practical answer of Friar Fauci's Filthy Fratricidal Formula that would so occlude the vessels sanguine as to make the radiator overheat. My life has been nothing but chemical assaults so I don't think of the simple explanations of: Too many dumbasses volunteered for Sue Aside.
What a CRIPS biker gang tried to tour Death Valley?
You can not let hot sun heat up your skin in such a situation - need to cover skin.
Should not be out in that heat without salt tablets and water with electrolytes.
Why don't we relocate Haitians to Death Valley?
I found a Dollar for my swear jar . Proceed w/ ⚠.
FUCK, Fuckin pussy ass Mo Fos. ...
Ima need a loan.
I got you covered, babe.
I'm independently wealthy.
OK... dependently unhealthy.
we can just put bad checks in there or you can just let me cuss for you by proxy.
LOL :) Yer on!
Although, I've decided to change the word "swear " on my jar to the word TIP..... jar.
Maybe we let the big beaked badass in on the cussery??
That's money in the bank...In walnuts!
Should PETA be alerted that the bird has been exposed to FOWL language!!!???
TIP. Talking Improper Pronouns.
It's a capitol offense.
Haha, PETA is like FEMA for animals! Would they kill thy chickens & Vaccinate the cockatoo for avian flu?? FOWL...Hahaha
It IS offensive! He/She/It is already represents!
I'M being exposed to FOWL language! and Bird Barking! It's madness over here!
Send Helicopter!
Sorry, your request for WHIRLY BIRD evac, has been postponed due to whether conditions: Whether or not I have my nails done before we go for a ride.
What do you call it when Chloe got the syrup in her eye?
Bird's Eye Maple.
Why is it that Chole is braver and cusses better than you?
Because he/she/it is Not Chicken.
Where did the vet find all of the letters from your keyboard that Chloe chewed on?
In his/her GISZARD.
Why was it spelled wrong?
Because there aren't two "Z"s on a keyboard, you'd better not get a new keyboard.
You are in true Jordan form 2day! WHIRLY BIRD? Nails? Damn Man. Priorities I guess. LOL
GISZARD?? ONLY YOU! I still have a Z. The other letters, I have to COPY/PASTE
NO vet involvement. spellcheck helps me out occasionally.
She stole my...The impotant ones.cazy Chloe. w & r ,y & u & # FIVE, six & seven... O is half way on.....& the hite sq things under are FUBAR
"Why is it that Chole is braver and cusses better than you?
Because he/she/it is Not Chicken" ... AS IF !!
Transchicken?
What do you call it when Chloe got the syrup in her eye? ...Maple flavored tenders? ... about to be anyways!
Dinner in an hour!
You ripped off your central AC?? Wow that is what I call living the life trying to make a point…..in HELL. I do not have central AC or decentralized one either because I am noise sensitive. So yesterday it was a whopping 87F inside my house. I have idiots in the family, baby boomers….who tell me that “I never remember it that hot”. Sure you don’t imbecile….you lived in Florida in perennial central AC dwellings! I remember temperatures of almost 104F in the summers of 1978, 1979, 1980, 1981 and so on…Heck it was 100F on July 9, 1965 when I was born......so I remember clearly how hot it was in the mediterranean island of Sardinia. I recall the wild fire (set by shepherds) burning the entire island and the helicopters coming and going getting the big tanks full of water from the sea to dump it on the fires.
Nyet, my Sardinian friend. I did not rip off my central AC - my central AC was so old that it was ripping off me!
Once I ran it about 13 years ago duriing the two hottest days of summer and it cost $30.
Since I've never made a living wage compared to the knobs with clipboards that make more in one year than I've made in a lifetime - I couldn't afford $450 a month JUST for AC over and above my standard bill.
I'm hot-blooded, hot-headed, and full of hot-air, so I'm kinda acclimatized to the 5th circle of Hell.
Adults act like brain-dead throughput puppets for the narrative:
I don't remember it THIS HOT!
I don't remember it THIS COLD!
I used to work outside all the time. That's why I wrote science fiction about dangerous planets where the atmosphere, plants, animals and daily swing of temperature can kill you.
Apes in cages never been to the desert where it can go from 120 to 60 or colder at night. That's a 60 degree swing and no nake ape could survive that.
I stifled my own desire to go to Antarctica when I saw that it could get down to -120 F and the temperature would feel warmer if the wind was blowing.
Those helicopters should have stayed home to "Stay Safe" and let the island burn...
I hate humans.
I think this case is like Clint said: something like, "it's all about insurance." And maah-job.
That knob with the bow tie was claiming that the insurance corporations ran everything. Just like all of the distractions it all comes down to the same family just running mutiple cartels.
Can you see a MASH chopper pilot saying:
"I can't pick up the wounded because there's unfriendlies down there and it's a bit warm today"
There's also some technical answers from pilots et al here
https://www.quora.com/Can-helicopters-fly-in-high-temperatures
So insurance for sure, but sometimes difficult too--particularly if you've got kids at home.
Nevertheless, as a former climber and hiker/backpacker I'd a really like to see them try a little harder.
The US ran by insurance companies....United Insured of America.....
The same people who do not remember hot or cold dont remember anything else either. They never remember what they studied in school either. OK it was lies....but still. And that is why is so easy to bullshit people into lies. Hey ypu dont even have to try hard or even lie because most people just do not remember their lives except key facts like stupid Christmas gatherings or how drunk or high they got in college. The latter is usually the reason why they dont remember their lives in the first place.
Therein lies the heart of what I came up with in 2008:
Memory is a Survival Trait.
If you can't even remember THE LIES then you won't remember that you were LIED TO.
When I was in my 20s in California:
Man, that was a great party!
What happened?
I don't know. I got drunk and passed out.
On a side note…..There is an ultra-marathon that has been going on in the Death Valley for quite a while, it is called “Bad Water Ultramarathon”. A decade ago I really wanted to do it because the entire event in those brutal conditions was very intriguing to me.
Tales and books have been written on this and the folks who partecipate. Apparently temperatures are so hot that the running shoes undergo a mini meltdown, so runners (really only a handful) run on the white line of the road because it is slightly cooler on that piece of asphalt. And then at night temperatures drop into cold spells…..I mean it is some serious shit.
Now the event is so unique that a medical team of researchers study the athlete performance in those conditions. But what is most fascinating about this endurance, grueling running/walking race is that there is a set of strict rules to be followed not to be disqualified, one of them (this made me laugh when I read it) is no IV allowed. Means you are not allowed to give or get an IV during the run.
I just wanted to share this with all of you folks and compare it to the article about the helicopter not being able to fly in temperature of 120F. Well if {crazy insane }athletes run in those temperatures……everyone knows how hot is on Death Valley.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Badwater_Ultramarathon
you can read here on wiki about those temperatures…..
I go through my comments in a cereal fashion so it is hilarious that we both wrote about the temperature extremes in the desert.
I'd have an IV pole on steel wheels and be pushing it down the road - until it went uphill, then I'd quit and go have a Cold One in a Whinny Bagel.
John Waters on Michael Nehls' book The Indoctrinated Brain.
"Dr Nehls’ chief focus is on the systematic erasure of ‘autobiographical memory’ — by which he means the continuous narrative of the human being by which we derive our senses of the meaning, continuity and direction of our existence. In this regard, he explains, the perpetrators seek to abolish meaningful apprehension of future events and weaken resistance to tyranny in a manner calculated to render us amenable to indoctrination, manipulation and the rewriting of our private thoughts. Drawing on medical and scientific evidence, and invoking continually the works of Orwell and Huxley — by way, I intuit, of providing a backdrop of comparison for something that is otherwise unprecedented — he describes a war of daily indoctrination being waged against the human race, ‘not only against our freedom of thought and speech, and our most basic beliefs . . . but also against the ability to think and our individuality.’"
https://johnwaters.substack.com/p/engineering-stupidity?utm_source=post-email-title&publication_id=108185&post_id=146160214&utm_campaign=email-post-title&isFreemail=true&r=16n6rb&triedRedirect=true&utm_medium=email
They're trying to doctor everything including our brains.
Thanks God, I have no brains so I'm safe.
And effective.
But, but, what happend to your brain the size of a planet?
Maybe it was so big that it got out of its boundaries. Now is an enclosed universe .....
You are safe in your enclosed Universe and I in mine. I am so glad we may still communicate through the Morphic Field.
How do we do that?
Morphic Code?
dit dah da-da-da dit dah.
yeah... about that...
It was getting a bit unruly, so I resorted to taking my head to the carwash for a weekly clean, but it was so big that I wouldn't fit in the booth anymore so we tried pressure hosing it down outside, some got in my ear and everything went down the drain. I guess we'll have to adjust my legend unless no one else reads this comment.
So forgetting begins in school.
Primary school. The curruculum is created to be so boring you justcwant to forget it all. And that is why history is taught in such boring meaningless fashion.
Forgetting and indoctrination.
We agree that most forgetful people are the most indoctrinated.
But I don't go to the doctor.
The most poig nant thing I remember about history is that some gits in armor came over on ships, planted flags for spain, france, portugal, england, or netherlands and claim land that belonged to someone else.
From an early age I knew the world be fuckethed.
Yes agree.....that was my feeling too
But, how do you TRULY feel...;-).
I used to interface with the world with my tactile senses...
then I got bit by a radioactive spider...
Now I just tingle all the time and want to pound criminals' heads.
Group Therapy has been very helpful.
Due to the Anger Management classes I have made tremendous improvements: Now I'm angry ALL THE TIME!
(that's what they meant by Management - isn't it?)
Correct. That's exactly what they meant. Carry on, you too Bright-for-your-Twisted-Britches Bastard. (From the lack of commentary, apparently, no one 'gets' you quite like I do. ;-)
I would like to thank all of the Little People who helped me get this Bastard Of The Year award. I worked very hard and it is very gratifying to be recognized for my achievements (I was laughing so hard I almost couldn't type!).
Comments are an unusual thing. Sometimes a thread will be a hundred or more long. Other times: Crickets.
Good when deep fat fried with some thyme.
A large number of folks know that I'm a Right Bastard so there is no need to stroke my ego by public acknowlegement.
But there is a contingent that never threw a bale of hay in anger or in 120 F barns so they have no fucking clue what I'm talking about. What it means to work harder than anyone on the planet for non-living wages, or why someone would be angry because they were 'white' and passed up for promotions and raises because Affirmative Action was just recently overturned as being discrimination.
Baggage?
They're going to have to add another couple of cars to that long train...
Adding a caboose to your long train.
How dare you call me 'Little.' You barely know me. And, 'people' hardly applies. Hurling insults is bad form. Don't get too happy over that acknowledgement, Right B.
I was channeling my inner Judy Garland acknowledging the politically correct name for the group that got her on the road to Odd. So, if you don't like me being polite: you Midget! then take me directly to the Lollipop Guild because I'm in the mood for some gold-covered pure sugar candies with artifical colors.
Hey, this hurling of friendly fire insults is like a Three Stooges Pie Fight.
I'll bet we could achieve world piece if folks would just chew each other an new asshole (I'm thinking of re-phrasing that) but then we do have Ewe Toob as a template - but that ain't workin' so well.
Was that lemon merangue? or just aftershave in a crust?
All right then, had to laugh at Midget. Just don't call me Shorty 'cause then I start to melt. Ironic that iconic, pill-popping Judy looked ever so sweet but, was too high to notice the answer was right in front of her co-cane-stained nose. Click Clique.