How easy it is to make people believe a lie, and how hard it is to undo that work again! (Mark Twain)
This news in that headline falls under the heading “Oh please, don’t tantalize us!”
Two articles today from the Homewood front. Paul Homewood apparently a Brit, has been blogging since 2011, and his output is prolific. Today’s article is titled Are Our Winters Getting Warmer? The answer, no, is no surprise to me. Climate “scientists” apparently do not know how to read a graph. See below.
Continue reading “Climate scientists threaten to go on strike!”
I used to be a member of Audubon Society, in fact, up until 2021. We are a funky lot of people who devote time and energy into identifying, feeding, studying and talking about birds. Our back deck is usually a minor mess, as birds are not careful when feed is available. It is a tiered ecosystem where birds at the highest perch use their beaks to scatter seed below, looking for the most desirable morsel. Down below birds that are ground feeders hunt and peck. Seed that ends up below the deck accumulates until a doe or buck passes by.
Why, I was asked, do we care about these species? “Unconditional love” was the only answer I could muster. They show no gratitude, in fact do not even know we are caring for them. A bird pecking away at a seed bell strung from a wire has no clue he is not on a tree, one with abundant mealy worms.
Back in the 1990s I was active in a group called the Montana Wilderness Association, since renamed “Wild Montana” and changed from activism to collaboration, an industry front group. Part of my self-initiated volunteer work was to go around Billings, my home town, and speak to various groups. But rather than “speak,” I had an idea. I was dedicated to one purpose only, the preservation of wild lands, and noticed that we had this in common with just about everyone, even our severest critics. However, we had among us misanthropes, and such people tended to be the face of our movement, as cameras tend to pick out the wild ones with dreadlocks and who carry signs and stand on street corners. In truth, the men and women I worked with in MWA were serious and stable. These were some of the best people I’ve ever known, and I look back on those times with warmth and good feelings.
My idea was to speak to disinterested and even opposition groups, and bring love of wild lands to them. I went to the forest service and asked if they had any resources I might use – in fact, they had photographs of just about every lake and mountain in the state, and offered to let me use them. My first engagement was a large gathering with the Gem and Mineral Society, and was well received. All I did, without prepared script, was to show the slides and ask who in the audience recognized the places. They were enthusiastic – they knew the names and were proud of having been there. People in that group knew every place, more than a few having hiked to them.
The above image, no longer in use, is called the Food Pyramid. It contains within it suggestions for healthy eating. In my opinion, humble or not, it contains some of the worst dietary advice ever given.
Continue reading “The George McGovern legacy: An equal distribution of poor health”
I have never endorsed a product on this blog, and receive no remuneration for doing so. This blog is 100% non-monetized. However, this morning as I was showering, my wife came up to tell me there was a beeping in the basement. I quickly toweled off and got dressed and went down. Sure enough, the product to the left here, the Watchdog Water Alarm was sitting in a puddle of water by our water heater.
I had been troubled by the water heater, as the hot water coming out of the faucet seemed too hot to me – I used a meat thermometer to register it at 140 degrees when the thermostat is set at 125. I did what we all do, went to YouTube, which said that I probably had a buildups in the tank, and that I needed to flush the water heater to get rid of the debris. That should be done every year, I was told. I thought well, heck, I don’t do that every year, but I do it often, like … well, never.
At the same time, we had two leaks in our boiler room, so I called Weatherbee, the people who tend to our boiler, and while they were booked till Monday agreed to send a man over who was in the area. As it turns out, all leaks had a common source.
I am reading the book Dark Moon, at 512 pages of double-columned 9″ x 6″ pages, quite a chore. Many have probably seen the movies that apparently accompany this book, a two-part presentation available at Aulis Online called What Happened on the Moon, Part One and Part Two. I was reading the book this morning on page 344 forward, and stumbled across some things the authors do not seem to be aware of. Though they talk about a lot of whistle blowing, they do not mention spook markers*.
First, use of the number 13 for the bad luck Apollo trip was most likely no coincidence. Liftoff was on April 11, 1970, at 1:13 pm Houston time, which is, as we all know, a reference to the spook marker ’33’. That time of day can also be expressed as 13:13, which embodies “11” and “33.” April 13 was a Mo(o)nday. The switched astronaut who toggled the switch that produced the alleged exposition was Jack Swigert, the 13th astronaut in the Apollo program.
Note to readers: On further reflection after having published this piece, I urge all to take any assertions about vax lots with a huge grain of salt. I am not sure it means what I thought it meant on viewing the Cowan video.
The link below the fold here is to a video by Dr. Tom Cowan, and offered to me and others by Stephers. In it Dr. Cowan, reciting the work of others, shows that most adverse events from vaccines are sporadic, and confined to specific lots. Further, he says, the episodes wherein hundreds of events, including deaths, are confined to various lots, are seemingly spread out over 38 states, with twelve states apparently exempt from such fallout.
Link to Cowan video. It is 26 minutes. Since it is BitChute, I cannot reproduce it here.
I am currently dictating passages from the book Political Ponerology by Andrew M. Lobaczewski, an arduous task. However, as I read through the following passage, I thought it might perhaps be of general interest. The entire book is about psychopaths, how they maneuver in society, form groups, takeover companies, governments, and as we can see by looking at our current landscape, the entire world. Anthony Fauci is surely a psychopath, most likely Al Gore as well. Bill Gates, duh.
See if you think the following passages resonate with you as a non-psychopath.
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“The average intelligence of the psychopath, especially if measured via a commonly used tests, is somewhat lower than that of normal people, albeit similarly variegated. Despite the wide variety of intelligence and interests, this group does not contain examples of the highest intelligence, nor do we find technical craftsmanship talents among them. The most gifted members of this kind may thus achieve accomplishments in those sciences which do not require a correct humanistic view or practical skills. (Academic decency is another matter, however.) Whenever we attempt to construct special tests to measure “life wisdom” or “socio-moral imagination”, even if the difficulties of psychometric evaluation are taken into account, individuals of this type indicating deficit disproportionate to their personal IQ.
Writer’s note: This is primarily a stream of consciousness piece. Please no expectations of eloquence, nor long-form exposition.
First, on gratitude . . .
I am deeply blessed to be part of this modest, yet intellectually rigorous and surprisingly empathic community at POM. I say surprisingly because it is comprised mainly of men (with a few regular female commenters), and I typically do not expect men to be so open and receptive with emotional content. I should never have assumed this; and as I said, it has pleasantly surprised me.
On numerous occasions, I have conveyed my gratitude to Mark for the opportunity to express myself unabatedly here at POM, with no censorship and no judgement. And as Mark recently expanded his graciousness to invite regular commenters to submit material, I hope some of you will oblige, even if it’s one short guest piece. Such contributions help to keep the blog running with fresh, engaging content.
Writing at POM has other benefits. For example, when I allow myself to be vulnerable here in my expression, it rewards me with closure, healing, purpose, and directed focus. Typing on a computer (even though hard-wired) for any length of time is an immense challenge for me. I struggle on a daily basis with what is often termed, Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD). I also contend with EMF sensitivity. While I loathe labels, these make it simpler to get my point across.
Additionally, I am a novice at writing. It does not come easily to me. Even if I had extra time on my hands (my day-to-day plate is full raising a family), writing remains a constant hurdle. Words typically do not flow onto the laptop. Writer’s block is a very real phenomenon I experience. Further, I lack confidence when it comes to expressing my thoughts — especially in group settings. With that said, I have come a long way in the 18 months of part-time writing for POM.
Continue reading “Reflections on gratitude and wellness — it’s that time of year”
“Oh, earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?”
~ (deceased) Emily Webb, Our Town
It’s been a rough week. I struggle to write, as my heart is heavy. Recent days marked the sixth anniversary of the passing of my mom, who died by suicide. Days before that, my friend suddenly passed away (at the very same age as my mom). Strangely enough, I do not know precisely the cause of her death; and even if I did, I would not have permission from her family to divulge the details. Suffice to say, I sense parallels to my mom’s situation, and the synchronicities feel inherently uncanny. Incidentally, many years ago, both my mom and my friend were very close, but life circumstances abruptly ended their relationship.
While I can not convince others just how precious and crucial it is to fully breathe existence into our present and respective incarnations — persevering through the obstacles and tragedies — I can only speak for myself. My tethered spirit beckons to me to stay and persist. I recognize that I need to work harder at the living aspect of this life cycle (and frankly, to be more present), before I even venture into considering how to work on the dying part.
Continue reading “In the Uncanny Valley of Life and Death”
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