08:19 – Barbara is pretty much recovered, other than a persistent case of laryngitis, so we’ll be working on house stuff today that we’ve let slide for the last several days. Other than that, not much going on.
Saturday, 16 April 2016
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So Robert, you like tempting Murphy?
Murphy got us good this past few days, on several levels, here and down in MA.
Sister is in the ICU for a day or two and then moving to a regular room for a few days while they “repair the damage caused by the chemo.” Mom was sick yesterday but more or less OK today at 84. Wife is sick today from whatever crap she picked up from family out in Kalifornia and has to leave tomorrow by herself and then teach the class down in Woostah by herself because her colleague just called today and told us HIS mom is in the hospital with cancer and pneumonia and he was in the ER with her all day yesterday, so he ain’t gonna make it from Rochester, NY this week, looks like.
I am stuck having to wait for several things to take place up here this week, and unless I can leave by Wednesday at the latest, there is no point in me going down to MA. If I can’t, I will go down after wife gets back up here.
Voting Department:
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“The difference between the leather-clad liar from Lesbos and the
disheveled communist from the Old Hippies’ Home is merely one of
degree. Both are now committed to the doctrines of Marx and the
methods of Lenin. Either one in office will confirm the impression
formed in the last 8 years under the Marxist Muslim from Mombasa, that
this country is now controlled by its enemies and governed by
traitors, and that as in ancient Rome, the republic is dead unless
concerned citizens do what is necessary to re-establish it.”
Caveat from Old Fuddy Davy: The republic was stillborn in 1787 at Philadelphia. The coup de grace was fired by the Great Elminator in 1861, and then the corpse was defiled repeatedly by Wilson, both Roosevelts, and from then on yea unto the present day, where it is still being kicked and shat on.
Our whole family was at the neighbors today. In the middle of an otherwise normal conversation, I found out that the lady of the house would like to move to a larger property to expand her garden, have fruit trees and have solar panels and live off grid. I was so shocked I almost said, “When you move can we still be neighbors?”
I don’t want to live off grid, but I want to be prepared to live off grid.
Living off the grid is expensive and / or high maintenance. Solar panels need to cleaned occasionally. Batteries need to be maintained. There is a reason why we have a grid.
I thought briefly about converting my 1982 VW rabbit diesel to a generator when I sold it for $600 in 1989 (it had 106K miles on it). The problem was that the oil would have needed changing weekly and I would have needed at least a 100 gallons of diesel weekly. And that vehicle got 50 mpg. The cost of electricity would have been around 40 cents/kwh if I remember correctly. I was paying 6 cents per kwh at the time and am paying 9 cents per kwh now.
“I don’t want to live off grid, but I want to be prepared to live off grid.”
+1,000
More OFD caveats: I am not enamored of the idea of using solar energy, due to the reasons Mr. Lynn mentions and our climate here in northern Vermont, usually featuring long cold winters, not to mention the overhanging trees here, which from the air, completely obscure our back yard. By “off-grid living,” I figure the coming years will be good if the worst that happens is we get knocked back to circa 1900 or so, and that would mean no juice for us, at least after the oil, gas, propane or replacement parts for any of that stuff or solar run out.
So we’d be in the ol’ time machine alongside our great-grandparents, keeping the stoves going, doing laundry by hand, or, like other such household tasks, with non-powered tools and implements as found in the Lehman’s catalog and in museums. It would be labor-intensive, from cain’t see to cain’t see, seven days a week, not a great way for one to spend one’s last decade or two of life, even if otherwise healthy. But better than a number of crummy alternatives.
Our current Grid situation is vulnerable on a number of fronts, as has been amply documented, and the rulers do not appear to be in any sort of hurry to rectify that. One such responsibility would be to take critical machinery off the friggin’ internet and start back sending flesh-and-blood humans around to the sites to do maintenance and repairs. And another would be to not only drill-baby-drill but to ramp up building thirty nuke plants a year for the next thirty years.
But none of that will get done and so sooner or later we’ll take a big fat hit on it and there will be chaos writ large if it lasts more than a week or two. Not so much in rural areas like up here, because the only squealing will come from all the derps married to their pixel devices and peeps afraid of the dark.
@OFD ~ (Old_Farts_Dept ??) 🙂
“And I re-injured my right lower back, an old ailment from over thirty years ago, causing some movement discomfort/pain and numbness down my right leg.”
Same exact thing happened to me about a year ago. Was moving a couple bankers boxes full of papers and books from one room to another. Should have taken them one at a time, instead took both of them at once. Heard a small pop in my right lower back when I picked them up. Had injured it previously 30 or 40 years ago picking up a very big and heavy microwave oven. The next morning I could barely get out of bed. Had to use one of my cross-country ski poles to get around. I had never experienced sciatica before. Experienced a whole new world of pain I never had before. My whole right leg felt like it was on fire, and I couldn’t put any weight on it or it got just excruciating. Bought some crutches the next day — actually an old girlfriend picked them up for me and brought them to me.
Went to see my physician after a few days because it wasn’t getting any better. He took a couple x-rays and diagnosed beginning stages of spinal degeneration. Said it should get better after 6 or 7 weeks. I really didn’t want to wait that long. So I went to Dr. Michael Greger’s website …
http://nutritionfacts.org
and typed “sciatica” into the search box at the top of the page.
Here’s the link if you want to watch the video that showed me how to recover in about three weeks …
http://nutritionfacts.org/video/back-in-circulation-sciatica-and-cholesterol/
I now have no pain whatsoever in either my leg or my back.
Of course, you also have to know how to reverse the inflamation called atherosclerosis. Hint: ground up flax seeds to maintain a balance between your omega 3 and omega 6 essential fatty acids.
Chia seeds work too. Both are high in omega 3 essential fatty acids.
Just a tablespoon or two every day should do the trick!
Let me know if you have any questions.
~ Sam
And I re-injured my right lower back, an old ailment from over thirty years ago
Back in the spring of 1974 some friends and I were goofing around at the lake. One of our “hey watch this” stunts went horribly wrong and hit the bottom of the lake head first first in about 18 inches of water from a height of six feet. Heard a crunch and the legs quit working immediately. Crawled out of the water while my friends laughed for a few minutes until they realized something was seriously wrong.
Ambulance ride from Canyon Lake to the local hospital for first evaluation. Decided I was able to ride a longer distance in an ambulance, was in the USAF, so a long ride from the New Braunfels hospital to the hospital at Lackland AFB. During the ride feeling slowly started returning to my legs.
A series of X-Rays determined that I had fractured, actually crumbled, three vertebrae in my upper back. Options were to let them fuse together by themselves, open me up an fuse them, or put in steel rods. At this point the legs were working normally. Apparently it was just a shock to spinal cord and recovered over several hours.
I opted to leave things as they were and let bones fuse together. Wore a metal neck brace for several days then graduated to just a padded neck brace for about a month. I came out of the entire process about 3/4 of an inch shorter.
Surprisingly I never really felt much pain from the incident. However, years later every once in awhile I get reminded of the incident with some sharp fleeting pains in my upper back, such pains not lasting long. Mostly when I get up in the morning as the spine settles when I become vertical.
Since I was in the USAF I am now collecting disability from the VA. Apparently any injury while on active duty applies even if such incident was the result of stupidity. Of course the USAF did not tell me this when I departed the service and thus missed out on 20 years of payments from the VA. I am hoping in my senile years that I don’t have many issues.
Overall I am damn lucky I can walk.
Greger is a vegan nutter.
There was a recent scientific study that said people with certain genes who eat a lot of meat have an increased risk of really bad health problems. The PC nutrition scientists misinterpreted this to mean everyone should be a vegetarian. The author of the study said wasn’t what his study was about. His study was about some people having genes which made the vegetarian diet healthier for them. Since evidently only 17% of europeans have those genes, I intend to keep eating meat.
Everyone in the world needs to be a gay vegan non-white tranny and we will continue fining, imprisoning and executing until we achieve democratic socialist nirvana.
Part of the reason I am interested in amateur radio is that it gives me an excuse to build a radio setup for field day. In other words an excuse to buy a couple of solar panels, a charge controller and a big lead acid battery. I don’t like the idea of having that as my only source of electricity, but it beats no electricity, and would be much less hassle than keeping a generator running. I’m probably looking to get a generator as well.
Everyone in the world needs to be a gay vegan non-white tranny and we will continue fining, imprisoning and executing until we achieve democratic socialist nirvana.
You forgot non-Vet, you murderous thug.
A Woman is to grace the new $20 bill. Why not use Cankles and get it over with? Put her on every bill. Nude. Or “Cait”.
Some TSA nark got stroppy at a 15 year old girl for…
not much.
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More video of the cop getting “help” in Nashville. Not one mention that all the bystanders are ‘Frickan ‘Murkans. If I were a WHITEY! cop in that area, I would resign. Why not put a bullseye on your back.
Some TSA nark got stroppy at a 15 year old girl for
The TSA is “investigating” the incident, therefore, nothing will happen. TSA will promote the guy. Thugs.
Today I’m feeling non-white*, so I’m declaring myself transracial based on my feelings. Where do I go to collect my prize?
* Despite the fact that I’m no doubt paler and pastier than my usual don’t-get-much-whiter-than-that complexion.** “Someone” in the household was snoring like a friggin Concord taking off the past couple nights and I’m running on very little sleep, am dealing with a skull-splitting headache, and don’t think I can keep anything down. Time was I could stay awake 72 hours with no stimulants and still be functional, but that no longer seems to be the case. Suggestions that this means I’m getting old will be met with a Nonononononononononononononono! response. Keep aging at bay with childish behavior, that’s my motto.
** A group of Swedes from a business partner came visiting one week, and they were all darker than I. They were ethnic Swedes; this was before the Islamic invasion that their lords and masters invited in.
I’m red-haired and blue-eyed, like my Viking/Neanderthal ancestors, but I’ve also been feeling darker lately. If you figure out where to apply, let me know.
Son#1 and I were looking into ways to make him officially Mexican, or at least of Mexican origin. Five years ago he was getting very frustrated and I was getting very pissed off as he was rejected from school after school despite sky-high SATs and grades and plenty of real research lab work (one of our neighbors is a researcher at RPI, so he got Son#1 in as an assistant to grad students for about three semesters) and all of the bullshit extra stuff to show he’s “well rounded”. He’s Chinese, you know, and was applying for engineering school, and there are already too many of them making it in.
Meanwhile, other members of his high school class got into their first-choice schools despite much lower qualifications. Lower, that is, except for the overriding sex and race qualification. One girl freely admitted that she in no way deserved the almost free ride she got to -mumble- engineering school (one of the top schools, I just don’t remember which) based on her being a girl with a hispanic name. (She didn’t turn down the offer, of course; she wasn’t stupid.)
If only we had thought to change Son#1’s name to Juan Zapata when we were taking care of immigration paperwork. He’d have been eligible to collect the prize. Ah, well, opportunities lost. But I have plans for a name and ethnicity change for Kid#3…
“Why not use Cankles and get it over with?”
No change to be made until 2030 anyway, by which time she’ll be dead where even the worms won’t touch her or Dictator of the Solar System, and all us non-minority types and veterans will have been processed into Soylent Green or shark chum or fertilizer for Turd World rice paddies.
“The TSA is “investigating” the incident, therefore, nothing will happen.”
There was nothing to see anyway, WTF is wrong with people? Congrats and promotions all around!
“If I were a WHITEY! cop in that area, I would resign. Why not put a bullseye on your back.”
Or simply don’t go into those areas alone or without instant backup or try to jump on somebody without the foregoing or the ability to make it stick. Training again, or lack thereof. I took multiple assailants out with the PR-24 or sometimes without it, but nowadays I’d stroll ‘hoods like that with a partner and access to very fast backup and I’d choose my fights carefully.
“Someone” in the household was snoring like a friggin Concord taking off the past couple nights…”
Look into sleep apnea as a health problem that can be fixed or get used to it. I’ve gotten used to it and now if I DON’T hear that certain someone here snoring like a freight training climbing a steep grade with coal falling out of all the flat-cars, it takes me longer to conk out myself.
“Keep aging at bay with childish behavior…”
I try that sometimes by throwing minor temper tantrums around here but everyone gets scared and runs away. And I’m reminded that I might have to depend on a couple of these people when I’m REALLY old and decrepit, but I’m doing my best to get taken out LONG before that ever happens.
“A group of Swedes from a business partner came visiting one week, and they were all darker than I. They were ethnic Swedes; this was before the Islamic invasion that their lords and masters invited in.”
Possibly related to earlier Danes who invaded back and forth, and or any slaves from southern climes they took back to Sweden long ago. And we’ve got allegedly full-blooded Western Abenaki up here in Vermont that are whiter than me, so go figgah.
“He’d have been eligible to collect the prize. Ah, well, opportunities lost.”
Hey, it’s not too late! He can still go the full tranny route and get PREFERRED STATUS that way! Then, just to be certain, do the Hispanic female name change, too!