I asked, and was answered. The Klausler’s set me on a different path. I am beating the climate topic to death, and on the other end people are thinking “We get it, we get it!” I got some nice comments, and Dave’s refreshing bluntness. OK, I got it. I got it!

What to write about? That’s part of the problem. Over the years, I’ve covered just about everything imaginable on this blog. For a while I was just revisiting, as I’ve got nothing new. But then I was not looking for anything new. BB King lit me up, and many readers too. I was not looking. He just stumbled it upon me.

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I have on hand a treasure trove of photos and face comparisons, as I’ve been doing this for years. Most of the face chops turn up negative, showing two people to be different individuals, and that does not draw a lot of interest. But it is the primary use of face chops, to show differences.

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I think the photo to the left started the OWT that anorexia nervosa causes distortion of the skull shape. That is Karen Carpenter with her head stretched in a darkroom, done to make her look grotesque and seal her fake death as a real thing.

In fact, the only distorted skull shape I have ever seen is to the right here, Stephen Hawking suffering from ALS. Look at the bulbous protrusion of the back of his head. I agree with Mr. Mathis that Hawking indeed died in 1985 in Switzerland, and was replaced with an actor. They apparently had things left to accomplish with the Hawking character, including A Brief History of  Time.  That is, I think, a distortion of astrophysics, done with purpose. I should understand better why they did it.

[After posting this, I realized that the real Hawking who died 1985 and was replaced by an actor who then fake died in 2018 … it was 33 years later. Maybe, just maybe, it was not Mr. M who brought him down. Can it be?]

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Steven Parent is said to have been a random victim of the Manson Family on the night of August 9th, 1969. He had no connection to anyone there, and had merely driven to the property said to be the scene of the nightmarish murders to visit William Garretson, a caretaker who lived in a cottage behind the Roman Polansky/Sharon Tate house where the murders were staged.

I think it is pretty well established in our circles here that there were no murders that night, that Sharon Tate was not pregnant, that the Manson family was put in show trial, and that Sharon Tate disappeared, reappearing as her newly created younger sister Patty. None of them ever spent a night in jail. That being the case, it is unlikely that Steven Parent was killed that night. But he did disappear.

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Note: This post was published by accident. I had many more topics to cover. I will continue with this in “Some things I do not understand, Part II.

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Face chops might be fatally flawed in that I am not in the room with the people I am studying. It could be, for instance, that Matt Damon has a head the size of a watermelon, while Tom Brady is more a cantaloupe.

Still, I get this:

It is not a perfect match in that the ears don’t align, but everything else does, and perfectly. The eyes and eyebrows, the noses, nose shape, mouth, lips, head shape and hairline. People are like snowflakes in that no two align, but these two do.

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Relentless heat propaganda

Below is a temperature chart put out by the BBC:

That red coloration is deliberate, a not-so-subtle way of suggesting that the planet is burning up. It is not. Two things I will bet BBC never mentions are …

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One of my pet peeves, as they say, or most annoying facets of human behavior, is what I call the “drive-by”, or instant expert. It is, frankly, infuriating to spend hours trying to understand photo trickery, as seen above, and then to be told by someone only glancing at the same photo that I am all wrong about it. Karen Carpenter is an amazing drummer/singer who supposedly died in 1983 after having run, with her brother, an amazing string of hits. In this photo I suggested she had her head placed on the body of a marathon runner or some such thing. I thought the red and white top looked like a jersey, and anyway, why the placard saying “1”?

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Stepping Stupid

I have a lot of little things to write about, and a few big things that take research. Guess what I am doing today? Anyway, our Chamonix traffic tickets reminded me of this.

Back in the 1970s I worked for an oil company in the downtown area of Billings, Montana. I parked a few blocks away in a non-metered area. While that was going on, the Billings Police Department announced a program called “STEP”, or Selective Traffic Enforcement Program. The great minds behind it thought that if they selected an area, in this case downtown Billings, and ticketed every offense they saw, no matter how small or insignificant, that people would behave better.

I am not kidding. They thought this was a good idea.

Continue reading “I was once a counterfeiter, and the rise of the Reds” →

I just learned in the past few weeks that the city of Denver has a basketball team. They are called the Nuggets. Last year I learned that Denver also has a hockey team, called the Avalanche.

At the gym a fellow told me that eleven people were shot in the subsequent downtown celebration after the Nuggets’ win last night. Now they are saying nine. I’ll take their word on it despite the suspicious numbers.

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Last Saturday my wife and I, imagining that even in our seventies we are not frail, went on a five-mile thousand-foot hike, climbing Mt. Lagalt. It is but a mile drive for us to get to the trailhead, a wide and gracious uphill climb that at a certain point becomes a narrow and steep climb. It is not dangerous, but the last part, the ascent, is a bit of a challenge. You’ve probably no idea if you are younger, but at our age, the concept of a mile becomes longer than ever before. Each of us were runners in our younger years, and a mile meant nothing. In my best days, not even approaching the really good runners I realize, I was doing 7.5 minute five mile runs, and shorter runs on occasion at 6.5-minute miles. Those were the barriers that I never broke.

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Yesterday my wife and I were working on our back deck, she making planters while I tried to clean out a problematic gutter that sits over the ell part of the deck. I had to borrow a 13 foot ladder from our neighbor Tom, but before that thought that an eight foot step ladder was enough to reach a gutter twelve feet high. In fact, the eight foot ladder was enough, but only if once on the highest step I made no movements, used no force and applied no pressure to the various pain-in-the-ass parts of the gutter that clog up every year. (I have an extension ladder, but cannot lean it into the gutter and accomplish anything without damaging it.)

One time on  descent from the eight-foot ladder, I said to her:

I would not like it if I fell.
The reason why I cannot tell.
But this I know and know full well,
I would not like it if I fell.

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