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Leveling Up

I have Leveled Up several times in the “Achey-Breaky Body” game. I have dislocated a knee rolling over in bed and dislocated a hip by just laying there, unmoving.

And then there are those “rough patches” of clear, smooth, open floor. . . Dangerous when barefoot or in shoes that give good traction, ya know. Socks or smooth-soled slippers, dude. Less likely to trip over a stray cat hair.

And lest you think it’s all age-related, nope. Pretty much been this way my whole life, with the rare decade of well-coordinated, healthy, fit body wedged in.

Of course now, what with New Guy puppy* and all that, it’s fun working downfield past a VERY active Defensive Tackle; it’s challenging. . . *heh* (I dunno why he’s working so hard to take me down when he has rung his Doggy Door Bell to go out, but I guess that’s the game, eh? *heh*)

*At least, as a puppy, he needs about as much sleep as he does activity, so I do get a little bye on heading “downfield,” at times. 😉

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Mass Murder? Oh, Well, It’s in a “Good” Cause, Right?

“Goo-goo” hucksters (self-anointed paladins for whatever “cause”) are prone to hyperbole, but when they stray into outright lies, things can get hairy. . .

The outright lies “Saint” Rachel Carson (she who is still much-adored in the enviro-whack community) have resulted in more human death and suffering than all the depradations of the worst mass murderers of the 20th Century—Hitler, Stalin, Mao—combined. Heck, her lies resulted in more than double the maximum number of deaths attributed to the Mongol Empire under Genghis Khan.

Silent Spring was, at the time, one of the most blatant examples of outright lies in its deliberate misrepresentation of the effects of DDT, yet today it would just be everyday, ordinary toxic sewage swallowed by folks feeding at the Hivemind Media trough.

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It’s Not Unusual (Not the Tom Jones Version)

Just see if you can spot the “Odds” in history. Let me get you started. One of the most famous Odds in all of history was Moses, who described himself as “a stranger in a strange land”—an experience that most Odds find hauntingly familiar. Norms, OTOH, just look around (if that—experiences of actually LOOKING are usually reserved for high-functioning Norms) and see The Ordinary, even “everyday miracles” as. . . ordinary. . . )

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The Cost

The Crosses Grow on Anzio

Oh, gather ’round me, comrades,
and listen while I speak;
Of a war, a war, a war —
where hell is six feet deep.

Along the shore, the cannons roar.
Oh how can a soldier sleep?
The going’s slow on Anzio
and hell is six feet deep.

Praise be to God for this captured sod
that’s rich where blood does seep;
With yours and mine, like butchered swine;
and hell is six feet deep.

That death does wait there’s no debate;
no triumph will we reap
The crosses grow on Anzio,
where hell is six feet deep.

~Audie Murphy (age 19).

This, from someone who left school in fifth grade to pick cotton in order to feed his siblings, enlisted in the Army with forged papers (because he was too young), was wounded in battle many times, in the course of a little over a year in theater became the most highly decorated enlisted soldier in US history, and among the honors won through “blood and sweat and toil and tears” was warded the medal of Honor at age 19.

The visceral response to war he penned in response to his experiences speaks to the price all too many have paid, pay today, and will pay in the future to purchase your liberty.

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HVAC Project

*sigh* It’s nice when the main element of a major installation arrives 4 days before its promised delivery date, except. . . some auxilliary materials necessary to the installation are still on schedule to arrive at the projected times, so. . . *meh* just continue prep work with large (moderately heavy) boxes staged for deployment. . . only slightly in the way of work flow. I expected some tweaking of the process would be necessary, but this was not one I thought would be likely.

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“Once is happenstance. . . “

“. . . twice is coincidence; three times is enemy action.”

By that metric, the many thousands of times government at all levels, but especially at the federal level, attacks common citizens for no legitimate reason whatsoever says government is our enemy.

Every time I see “news” about a new federal government prosecution of anyone I have to first stop and wonder if it is legitimate, because the federal government is itself arguably in the top three largest criminal conspiracies on the planet, and the INjustice Department has a (not always recent) history weighted more and more on the side of illegitimate persecutions of common folks while at the same time letting those who violate the rights of others slide. It is the direct action arm of anarcho-tyranny.

But what can ya do? They give their agents of oppression guns and badges and immunity from almost all prosecution. What to do? Take cover. Keep your head on a swivel, and duck when you see them coming. Resistance—even if it’s just passively minding your own business—can get you (and your family and your puppy and. . . ) killed and your house burned to the ground. Ask Vicky Weaver. Oh, wait. You can’t because Lon Horiuchi murdered her (while she was holding a weapon—her baby). And Lon? Oh, he got to participate in the government’s mass murder of children at Waco for a reward.

Remember: Three Felonies a Day: How the Feds target the Innocent

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Celebrate Membership in the “World of Odd”

I grew up as an Odd in a family of high-functioning Norms. There was generally about one chance in ten that things that struck me as hilarious would elicit as much as a chickle from my sibs. In their kindest moments, I was the recipient of the iconic “calf-at-a-new-gate” looks from them.

And so even today, I get my own laughs primarily from observing Norms. Primarily pity laughs, but I do find Norms amusing from time to time.

(Yeh, DSM-IV, the latest perversion of the DSM, was written to reclassify my norm, as for most Odds, from “eccentricity” to “disability” when it really just reveals the disabilities of Norms to view reality through a different lens.)

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Buh-Bye, Bygones!

Looking back. . . all the falls, run-ins with cars (several rear-and-even side-enders while biking, for example on top of my own teenage driving experience—don’t ask *heh*) and. . . other things, I have outlived my own projected life expectancy by around 35 years. *heh* I attribute those decades mostly to my Wonder Woman (MINE!) and just God saying to Himself, “Nope. he’s only maybe half-baked.”

Of course. *rips rear view mirror off the windshield* Enough. I’ve got decent enough vision for my age (and a fairly recent pair of glasses to go with it). Keeping my head on a swivel, I think I’ll just direct most of my attention ahead, for now. Buh-bye, bygones. 🙂

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[V]PRA[P]

[Virtual] Paperwork Reduction Act [Personal]: Eliminate ALL technical/instructional material in any language I am not/am no longer fluent in (decades of little use can do that, ya know. Sometimes the rust is just too extensive *heh*). Oh, heck, at this point, unless it’s unavailable in English, eliminate all instructional material that’s not in English. Life’s too short and storage space too limited to include technical instructions I do not need to have.

Besides, my command of French, German, Spanish, and Italian is more and more sketchy as time goes on and I have less and less use for them.