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Open thread 6/24/24

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  • Snakepit Kansas June 24, 2024, 10:30 AM

    Qual es la carretera a Managua?

  • azlibertarian June 24, 2024, 10:41 AM

    What’s it mean when I see that image and the first thing that pops into my mind is “Is there an ambush awaiting me as I crest that hill?”.

    • ghostsniper June 24, 2024, 5:17 PM

      Take cover, send a recon to the front left and to the front right, wait for feedback.

  • Joe Krill June 24, 2024, 11:07 AM
  • ghostsniper June 24, 2024, 2:38 PM

    I’ve been aware of this for 50 years but only recently have observed it actually coming to fruition.
    Seems Neil’s timeline might have been off a little bit.
    Read his words at the bottom.

    vid: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJPAjiSX7Rk

    vox’s comment:
    My wife and I are volunteers for the Friends of the Library at the branch library in the college town where we first met, where every year we help out at the book sales. A month ago we received a peculiar donation. It turns out the new director of the library at our alma mater made the decision to liquidate the library’s special collections. Among those liquidations was a special collection library that had been initiated in the nineteenth century by a member of college founder’s immediate family.

    In my years at college, I treasured this special library – it was housed in an elegant top-level room in the college’s oldest building, and required special access to visit. Nearly all the books were old, and all of them were on special subjects of great interest to me – literature, poetry, theology, the sciences. Many titles had bookplates with the names of the alumni who donated them over the years.

    After some investigation I discovered that this new head of the college library pulled all of the books out of that special library, and put them in an enormous rented bin in the main lobby, with a sign suggesting that students could use them for art projects and scrapbooking, you know, to cut and paste their contents to express themselves and be “creative.” The majority of books sat there for weeks, and then she called our group to donate them to our book sale.

    The last day of the book sale is bag day, where a brown grocery bag of books is only a dollar. What the library doesn’t sell at the end of sale is brought to a pulper. I pulled all of these books and placed them in private storage—if I hadn’t, they would have literally been shredded a week ago.

    The process is ongoing. I’m told that the librarian is closing all of the special collections in all departments of the college, so I don’t want to share any names just yet, but before this is over, I hope I’ll have saved at least a thousand out-of-print books.

    This is not new. Well over a decade ago, another university library in my state was destroyed. This library, in a literal ivory tower built exclusively for holding and preserving hundreds of thousands of books, was at one time among the top ten libraries in the nation. A new library director had not only decided to gut the
    interior of the building and destroy all of the original architectural detail and period decor, but he also pulled out and destroyed a great majority of the books to make room for “computer stations.” They did not sell the books, they did not offer to donate them, and the director specifically instructed staff to discard the books in locked university dumpsters so that they couldn’t be taken by anyone.

    The bad, the ugly, and the false. That is the makeup of the world these people are actively contriving and constructing. It really is time to build a consortium of knowledge, physical and digital, containing archives of the world’s books and works that are under attack and being taken away.

    The Serpent promises knowledge and provides nothing but ignorance. What we have collectively taken on as a responsibility with Castalia Library and Infogalactic may eventually prove to be one of the most important things any of us have ever done. We are the only true Librarians and we stand between Man and the state of Zero History that Clown World seeks to impose on him.

    The Zero Historians need to destroy all human knowledge because only in its absence can they present their lies as truth. And indeed, the better we understand their motives and methods, the more it appears this is not the first time they have attempted such a grand endeavor.

    Inversion is always the key. Now it should be perfectly clear what a fundamental lie the asserted conflict between Christianity and Science, and between Faith and Knowledge, has always been.


    By Neil:


    Music by Lee, Lifeson
    Lyrics by Peart
    I. Overture

    And the meek shall inherit the Earth…

    II. Temples of Syrinx

    …’The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I
    have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated
    and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by
    the benevolent wisdom of the priests…’

    We’ve taken care of everything
    The words you hear, the songs you sing
    The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
    It’s one for all and all for one
    We work together, common sons
    Never need to wonder how or why

    We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
    Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
    We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
    All the gifts of life are held within our walls

    Look around at this world we’ve made
    Equality our stock in trade
    Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
    Oh, what a nice, contented world
    Let the banners be unfurled
    Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand

    We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
    Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
    We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
    All the gifts of life are held within our walls

    III. Discovery

    ‘…Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I
    found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in
    my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful…’

    ‘…I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound
    differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds
    and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can’t wait
    to tell the priests about it!…’

    What can this strange device be?
    When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
    It’s got wires that vibrate and give music
    What can this thing be that I found?

    See how it sings like a sad heart
    And joyously screams out its pain
    Sounds that build high like a mountain
    Or notes that fall gently like rain

    I can’t wait to share this new wonder
    The people will all see its light
    Let them all make their own music
    The Priests praise my name on this night

    IV. Presentation

    ‘…In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim,
    expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed
    throughout the silent Temple Hall…’

    ‘…Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet rejection!
    Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground
    my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet…’

    I know it’s most unusual
    To come before you so
    But I’ve found an ancient miracle
    I thought that you should know
    Listen to my music
    And hear what it can do
    There’s something here as strong as life
    I know that it will reach you

    Yes, we know, it’s nothing new
    It’s just a waste of time
    We have no need for ancient ways
    The world is doing fine
    Another toy will help destroy
    The elder race of man
    Forget about your silly whim
    It doesn’t fit the plan

    I can’t believe you’re saying
    These things just can’t be true
    Our world could use this beauty
    Just think what we might do
    Listen to my music
    And hear what it can do
    There’s something here as strong as life
    I know that it will reach you

    Don’t annoy us further!
    We have our work to do
    Just think about the average
    What use have they for you?
    Another toy will help destroy
    The elder race of man
    Forget about your silly whim
    It doesn’t fit the Plan!

    V. Oracle: the dream

    ‘…I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see
    the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase…’

    ‘…I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man
    revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and
    understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed
    by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of
    all these things…’

    I wandered home though the silent streets
    And fell into a fitful sleep
    Escape to realms beyond the night
    Dream can’t you show me the light?

    I stand atop a spiral stair
    An oracle confronts me there
    He leads me on light years away
    Through astral nights, galactic days
    I see the works of gifted hands
    That grace this strange and wondrous land
    I see the hand of man arise
    With hungry mind and open eyes

    They left the planet long ago
    The elder race still learn and grow
    Their power grows with purpose strong
    To claim the home where they belong
    Home to tear the Temples down…
    Home to change!

    VI. Soliloquy

    ‘…I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my total
    despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live
    under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. My last hope is
    that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last.’

    The sleep is still in my eyes
    The dream is still in my head
    I heave a sigh and sadly smile
    And lie a while in bed
    I wish that it might come to pass
    Not fade like all my dreams…

    Just think of what my life might be
    In a world like I have seen!
    I don’t think I can carry on
    Carry on this cold and empty life

    My spirits are low in the depths of despair
    My lifeblood…
    …Spills over…

    VII. Grand finale

    Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
    Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
    Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
    We have assumed control
    We have assumed control
    We have assumed control

  • ghostsniper June 24, 2024, 5:55 PM

    Eventually everyone is going to have to make a choice.
    In the words of someone famous:
    “If you choose not to decide you still have made a choice.”


    “I will choose freewill.”
    –gs, 2099

  • ghostsniper June 25, 2024, 4:14 AM

    A Serious Lack of Beaten Asses
    Was reading this article


    and came across this:

    “Covid infections have historically spiked over the summer, in part because of an increase in travel and people congregating indoors, where it’s cooler.”

    I was flabbergasted.
    As if people don’t congregate indoors MORE when it is cold outside.
    Yes, these rotten assed gaslighters are using the very premise found naturally in winter time behavior for ASSumed justification of summer time behavior.

    Myself, and everybody I have ever known, has spent MORE time outdoors in the summer than in the winter. The rest of the article is similarly written in an ambiguous manner. The author needs to be dragged out of her rack and set on fire.

    Yes, she looks about like what you’d expect:


  • Rev.Bro. Generik Broderick June 25, 2024, 4:43 AM

    Short but not sweet. Do the J-e B—-n, the new trance craze! Whenever the name of the usurper is mentioned, you have a semi involuntary squat like a person filling their drawers. A great way to have a laugh and meet interesting people. If asked, just claim it’s a deepfake or Russian disinformation. Sound effects add realism.

  • ghostsniper June 25, 2024, 8:40 AM

    biden doesn’t need a cognitive test

    his voters do

  • ghostsniper June 25, 2024, 1:34 PM

    What if Trump chose Candace Owens?

    • DT June 25, 2024, 3:56 PM

      Good choice – so it seems. Pence seemed like a good choice as well.

  • Joe Krill June 25, 2024, 7:13 PM

    If you think Candice Owens is even a top ten choice then you will certainly agree with this 30 second video.


    • ghostsniper June 25, 2024, 7:15 PM

      Joe, it was a rhetorical question.
      I’m not in favor of anyone.

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