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Strange Daze: The Little Red Cessna That Could

The Unceasing Cessna Hacienda • A stall at this height, with no airspace to recover before impact, would kill the pilot just as surely as a fall would kill the refueler. Nevertheless, the man tasked with refueling lowered the winch until workmen in the truck could reach out and attach the fuel line to its hook. He then raised it back up, inserted the line into the fuel port, and gave the signal to begin pumping. For three long minutes⁠⁠—and a distance of more than three miles⁠⁠—truck and plane were attached by a fragile, flammable umbilical cord, until the belly tank was satiated. They then lowered the fuel line, and the Hacienda pulled up and away for another twelve hours of flight. If they were going to beat the record, they would need to refuel like this at least 92 more times.

Kathy Boudin’s Delusions Did Not Die With Her – As part of Weather Underground, her cadre nicknamed itself “The Fork” in homage to the utensil the Manson Family plunged into the stomach of Leno LaBianca. On March 6, 1970, she emerged from a shower covered in soot and dust in the ruins of a Greenwich Village townhouse that she turned into a bomb-making facility with several of her Weather Underground associates. They intended to unleash a nail bomb at a soldier’s dance at Fort Dix, New Jersey. Instead of maiming and killing less fortunate men and their dates, the explosion killed a classmate of Boudin’s from Bryn Mawr whose upbringing included a deer park, goose pond, servants, and a 100-foot-high windmill; a fellow red-diaper baby from Columbia University; and a friend made through the Students for a Democratic Society’s Economic Research and Action Project in Cleveland. Their incessant slogan “bring the war home” took on a very literal meaning in Greenwich Village.

[The above item is dedicated to the Universe’s most rabid Teetererphobe, the Sailor. May all his airline seats be behind.]

The strongest bones on the planet hold important clues Back in the 1990s, a seemingly ordinary man was involved in a car crash so serious that it should have shattered many of his bones. Yet the radiologist who interpreted his X-ray studies could not find a single fracture. And this wasn’t all. The radiologist also noticed that the patient’s bones were unusually dense – as it turned out, eight times normal density. Two people with high bone mass trait even reported that they had trouble staying afloat while swimming. One of the affected individuals, a physician, had undergone multiple attempted hip replacement surgeries, each of which failed because the man’s bones were so dense that they could not screw the artificial joint into the adjacent bone.

Elbows Out: Houston birthed the slabs, a car culture of its own – To the original slabbers, most of whom are now between 40 and 60 years old, the definition of the hobby hasn’t changed one bit. It’s still a Cadillac on 84-ish wire wheels with a Continental kit, Vogue white-wall tires, and the candy-colored paint job of your click. (In Houston, the reader will note, the word “clique” is spelled the way it sounds, as exemplified with local hip-hop pioneers Screwed Up Click, or S.U.C. for short.)

Choice Quotes from Bill Gates’s New Book Imagine yourself sidled up to a bar. A talkative guy sits down on the stool next to you. He has decided that there is one thing wrong with the world. It can be literally anything. Regardless, he has the solution.

It’s interesting and weird for a few minutes. But you gradually come to realize that he is actually crazy. His main point is wrong and so his solutions are wrong too. But the drinks are good, and he is buying. So you put up with it. In any case, you will forget the whole thing in the morning.

In the morning, however, you realize that he is one of the world’s richest men and he is pulling the strings of many of the world’s most powerful people.

Now you are alarmed.

In a nutshell, that’s what it’s like to read Bill Gates’s new book How to Prevent the Next Pandemic.

Author Benjamin Myers on the crop circle makers who ‘blew people’s minds’ – In 1991, two middle-aged men provided an answer – Doug Bower and Dave Chorley demonstrated how they had made crop circles, armed only with planks of wood and lengths of rope. But Myers was more interested in why such breathtaking designs would be made – especially by people who initially had had little interest in claiming credit. “To me, the fact that anonymous unknown humans made these crop circles is more interesting to me than any conspiracy theory or UFO stuff,” he says.

How, exactly, do the likes of WHO Director-General Dr. Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus, WEF founder and chief Professor Klaus Schwab, and world-beating do-good wizard Bill Gates propose to enforce their plans to seize leadership of the whole wide world in their hypothesized next crisis-to-come? Again, chatter on the Web suggests that the United Nations, these days a convocation of failed states and diseased backwaters, somehow marshals the developed nations’ armies against their own citizens. Sorry, but I just don’t see it. Are there three less charismatic characters in all world history than that above-named trio of human worms? What are they going to do to make Bill Gates look like a Leader-of-Men? Dress him in the raiment of a Napoleonic hussar: gold-frogged tunic, epaulets, leopard-skin cape, knee-high boots, and plumed bear-skin shako? Nigga, please….

Ukraine War Day #76: The Curious Story of Wali And Friend | Wali and Sniper had to witness a young Ukrainian soldier have his legs blown off when he made the mistake of leaving his trench to have a smoke. Wali and his friend quickly decided that enough was enough, they hightailed it back to Quebec. (They were lucky the Ukrainians let them leave.) No, this was not the war they had signed up for! It wasn’t fun any more. But Sniper at least had a consolation prize: in one of his own videos, which you can find on youtube (the Algorithm gives it high marks and recommends) he narrates how, his last day in the Ukraine, before escaping from this grand holiday gone sour, he had the opportunity to fire a bullet through the window of a civilian house

Lance de Boyle May 15, 2022, 3:36 PM See, this is what happens when you put up with snippy, know-it-all, shrill “women.” They get in your face and start accusing you of this and that, and you just stand there taking it, looking like a limp dick. What they need is slaps upside the head, starting at an early age, applied with vim and zip. It should be SOP that right-thinking persons join the parade and disrupt it, rather than stand there looking like a doof. Join in…..

Chanting and signage.
“Kill babies now!”
“The only good baby is a dead baby.”
“Murder a fetus for Christ!”
“Dump your baby in a wood chipper.”
“Butcher them and sell the parts.”
“Satanists for abortion.”
“Preserve our right to eat babies.”
“I smashed my newborn’s skull with a shovel!”
“Make abortion mandatory!”
“Kill toddlers.”
“Babies have no right to live.”
“Communists for abortion rights.”
“Kill all your children.”

This should produce something of a riot. Signs around the city.

WWIII is not inevitable, but it is increasingly likely now due to the conflicting interests of those who possess the ability to start it.. The X factor is China; only China has the power to break Washington’s hold over Europe now. (Theoretically, the American people could as well, but they won’t, because they are too fat, stupid, and oblivious to recognize either their own national interests or the danger to themselves.) The problem here is that it is in China’s interest to wait and let the Imperial USA commit itself to war with Russia before opening a second global front.

No baby formula for you, non-aborted birthing persons of America! (And yet, what bureaucrat in which Deep State burrow organized a baby formula airlift to the Mexican border for the relief of foreign interlopers of the birthing persuasion?) Diesel fuel at $6.49-a-gallon, meaning pretty soon nobody will get anything (including more diesel fuel)… gasoline at $6, plus zero inventory of new cars (R.I.P. suburbia)… no parts for anything with broken parts… big holes in those supermarket shelves… fertilizer at ruinous prices… no water out west… after-effects of “vaccines” killing folks (including from the disease they were “vaccinated” against)… hordes of foreign nationals strolling across the southern border (not a few of them males of military age with perhaps not very wholesome intentions)… financial markets trending down and real estate vortexing… and the FBI / DOJ combo looking to bash down your door and stuff you in a dungeon with neither formal charges nor bail, in violation of the constitution that they now programmatically oppose.

What will avail in the face of these treacheries and hardships? Oppose. Refuse. Resist. This is getting personal. How many of you not fully entranced by media psy-ops are willing to just say “no, and no more”?

It does not escape the attention, however, of some people on deck that the US ship is riding lower in the water each day, and listing at a distressing angle. Many other passengers have retreated to their staterooms, sick from the “vaccines” they were required to take to stay on-board for the voyage. Meanwhile water is streaming in below-decks, down in the stinking bilges, from many cracks in the hull. Nobody seems to know what to do, least of all the ship’s captain, who won’t come out of his quarters. (It’s whispered that he’s gone mad.) Is it time to lower the lifeboats?

The first order of business in whatever new republic arises is a need, a demand that all who participated in the destruction of the old republic be held personally and directly responsible for their actions. Without that, and until that starts in earnest, there can be no healing, no moving on. The nation has come to a full stop and what struggles it has, open borders, inflation, foolish ideas of renewable energy as a replacement to oil, coal and nuclear, can all be resolved, but the greater loss, the loss of national identity is a bigger problem. There has been a coup and while daily life does indeed go on, the nation has stopped functioning and until we demand justice, the only use it will ever serve from now on will be as a front for the political criminal enterprise.

Retribution is not vengeance, retribution is the price of moving forward.

Why I’m holding on to my iPod classic even as Apple finally kills off the iPod Two days ago, upon learning that Apple’s last surviving iPod Touch had been consigned to oblivion, I looked over at my 160GB iPod Classic battleaxe and actually said to it, out loud, “just you and me then, kid”.

Bay Area housing crisis sparks new rental concept that includes sleeping pods in shared home for $800 a month –