And apparently you WILL draw a ban on FB for even mentioning Ocasio-Smollett…
Interesting article from Forbes on Portland, OR…
BLUF- Can one die from shooting oneself in the foot? Yes, if the wound goes untreated. Portland has shot itself in the foot. Most likely, the people of the city will come around and seek treatment. But if they don’t, the wound will prove fatal.
Full article, HERE.
And this one is kinda odd, all things considered, since the rioting is continuing…
Housing prices continue to go up and fewer homes on the market? Odd…
Full article, HERE.
Oregon is getting as schizophrenic as California between the riots, departures of companies, and people that can leaving in droves. I have NO idea where this is going to end.
A dead city or an insular Dem enclave/utopia? You tell me…
From a new article at Ammo.com-
Protection or Pain Treatment: Choosing Between Your Gun and Medical Marijuana
If you’ve ever filled out a Form 4473, you’re familiar with the Question 11e: “Are you an unlawful user of, or addicted to, marijuana or any depressant, stimulant, narcotic drug, or other controlled substance?” In case you thought there was any ambiguity with regard to medical marijuana, you were wrong. Indeed, there is a warning in bold right underneath the question that clarifies:
“Warning: The use or possession of marijuana remains unlawful under Federal law regardless of whether it has been legalized or decriminalized or for medicinal or recreational purposes in the state where you reside.”
The article is well thought out and discusses the facts of the current situation, including the fact that, while some states have made medical marijuana legal, FEDERALLY it is still illegal.
Full article, HERE.
While I can understand how people would want the law changed, if it were, it would only be a matter of time before alcoholics would be wanting to drink and carry. Personally, I’m against allowing it as I’ve dealt with both alcoholics and dopers when they were high. They BOTH exhibit unsafe behaviors and much like the DUI driving laws, there is no specification of ‘what’ influence you’re under when stopped.
Here’s a quick comparison of behaviors-
Alcohol- Other short-term effects include:
- coordination and reflex issues
- impaired cognitive skills
- impaired judgment
- shorter attention span
- nausea and vomiting
Marijuana- Short-term reported effects include:
- altered perception of time
- coordination and reflex issues
- impaired cognitive skills
- impaired judgment
- relaxation (though it can also make others feel anxious)
- pain relief
- dry mouth
- dry, red eyes
- increased hunger
YMMV, and feel free to disagree with me. I’m an old fart so I won’t be around much longer and y’all will have to deal with all this stuff…
I can remember this as a little kid in the mid 50s, going to Woolworth’s was a once every couple of months thing. I was allowed to get either a grilled cheese sandwich or meatloaf and cornbread sticks.
Research the old fashioned way…
And then I got older… And liked rocking and rolling…
Got this from an old shipmate, not our crew, but a LOT of time at 200′, routinely doing 45 degree or more banks to get back around on ‘things’… 🙂
Gah… Figures, I was gone this morning and the scheduler didn’t… Sorry!
As always, the usual caveats apply. Comments/recommendations appreciated!
Edit- I ‘think’ I’ve fixed what everyone found… I think…
The colonel and Fargo sat in the office as Nand was escorted in by Mrs. Santos. “Mr. Nand, Colonel.”
The colonel got up and walked around his desk. Sticking out his hand, he said, “Mr. or should I say Law Giver Nand, I’m sorry for the rush to contact you, but we…seem to have an issue. Please sit.”
Nand took a seat tentatively. “Sir?” He pushed his glasses back up and Fargo sensed his nervousness. He’s like a…scared nearrabbit. I wonder if that is because he can’t regen or what?
“Mr. Nand could you please show me the investigation report Major Palette submitted to the local government?”
He opened his data comp and said, “May I project on the far wall?” When the colonel nodded, he popped up the report. “Please tell me when you want the page advanced.”
A few segs later the colonel slumped back in his chair. “What we have here is a court martial offense. Palette sent them an unauthorized copy that did not tell the truth. I knew he was courting favors over there, but Cameron let him.” He stopped and looked at both of them. “Please strike that last sentence from your memories.” Turning to Nand, he said, “If I provide you a copy of the report Palette turned in that Colonel Cameron actually saw and signed, would this help your case?”
He did everything but jump up and down. “If it differs significantly, yes, sir! Most definitely!” The colonel squirted it to him and Nand smiled. “This will help. I wish…I could find this Mr. Allen. I believe he is the critical witness, but is…off planet.”
Keads glanced at Fargo and their eyes met as he nodded. Maybe Nicole could use her contacts. I…need to let her know. Or Jace. He should be able to find him quickly. “Thank you for coming Mr. Nand. If you will excuse me, I have GalPat work that needs to be completed.”
Nand got up, almost bubbling. “Thank you, sir. Thank you! Mr. Fargo, I will contact you again tomorrow.”
As soon as he left, the colonel said, “I think we can find Mr. Allen for you, Ethan. I’m smelling a nearskunk here, and I don’t like it.” Mrs. Santos came to the door and he added, “Could you page Senior Sergeant Grayson to come escort Mr. Fargo back to the brig, please?”
She smiled. “Yes, sir. It may be a seg or so. I can escort him if he needs to go back right now.”
“Ah, that won’t be necessary. And,” he chuckled, “Although we trust Mr. Fargo, let’s not give anyone a chance to say he wasn’t properly escorted around.”
Mrs. Santos laughed as she stepped out and Fargo shook his head. “Colonel, you and I both know somebody is going to say something.”
Keads got an injured expression on his face. “Why Captain, how can you possibly say that. You’ve been legally confined since you turned yourself in. You have been kept in the brig, except for meals, which we must escort you to and from.”
Both of them were laughing when Grayson knocked on the door. “Sir?”
“Please escort the prisoner back to the brig, Senior Sergeant.”
Grayson cocked an eyebrow and shook his head. “Yes, sir! Come with me, Mr. Prisoner.”
When they got back to the brig, he turned to Grayson. “See if you can get a message to Chief Sergeant Levesque, it’s important that I see her later today.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll…do my best. I’m assuming this is on the quiet?”
Fargo nodded as he stepped into his room. “Please.” He pulled the door closed and heard the lock click, then the outer door shut, and that lock click. If Nicole can find him…but what could they do if he’s off planet? He shrugged and commanded the e-tainment system on, dropping into the chair at the little desk and scrubbing his face.
Major Santos unlocked the doors as Fargo awoke with a start. He got up and pushed the door open, seeing the major he said, “Give me a seg to hit the fresher, please.”
Santos nodded. “Take your time, Captain.”
Finishing his business quickly, Fargo came out the door and they started down the hall. “Sorry, didn’t mean to hold you up.”
He shrugged. “I learned a long time ago that answering the call of nature was the most important thing. Especially before getting into armor.”
Fargo chuckled. “Oh yes, that it is. But after a day or so in armor…it doesn’t make much difference.”
“We were Marines. Longest I ever had to do was three, almost four days. One of my gunnies once did six days in armor. Took them a week to get him rehydrated.”
“But, you didn’t carry enough water or anything else for that long, did you?”
Fargo shook his head ruefully. “Nope. By the third day, you’re out of piss, so there isn’t any liquid to recycle. Most of us carried an emergency bar or two and stuck them up in the side of the helmet.”
Santos shivered. “No thank you. I…don’t ever want to do that. CSM taught me a lesson about that.” They walked into the mess and Fargo was relieved to see Nicole in the serving line. He was surprised to also see Mrs. Santos there. Santos chuckled. “No kids, so we occasionally eat here. It’s cheap and filling. We save for a once a month splurge at a nice restaurant.”
“Smart man!” He watched Santos walk over to his wife and her face light up as he put his arm around her. I wish…no, just be happy Nicole is here. He sniffed and caught the odor of garlic and what he guessed was tomato sauce. Italian? Maybe? He got in line and his mouth started watering at the plates of spaghetti he could see being served up. Passing on the coffee, he got a fizzy drink and sat across from Nicole. “Thank you for being here. I’ve…I…we need help.”
She reached across the table and he touched her hand, immediately sending, “Mr. Allen is off planet. All his files and vids are locked. Also found out Palette submitted a falsified IR to the powers that be. Nand has the real one from GalPat files. But we need those vids from Allen. That…if you could somehow find him!”
“Slow down. Find Allen, we can do that. The other, might have to get Captain Jace involved.”
“If that’s what it takes, tell him I said please.” He squeezed her hand. “And I miss you and love you. Should have said that first.” He smiled ruefully. “Sorry. Wrong priorities.”
She squeezed him back and smiled. “I understand. You’ve got…things on your mind. Speaking of that. Sushma said to tell you if she puts her hand on your arm, she wants you to link with her. Now eat.”
He nodded as he took a bite. “Well, not as good as what we had at the Hilariott at Star City, but…it’s edible.”
She chuckled. “And no tentacles to be seen, either.” That finally got a smile out of Fargo as he quickly ate and sipped the fizzy bulb to wash down the garlic bread.
Nand didn’t show up until late the afternoon the following day. He came slowly into the interview room and slumped at the desk. Mechanically taking his data comp out, he set it on the table and looked warily at Fargo. “The…TBT will not release any of the security van data to me. They are holding it for their trial. And…I can’t find where Mr. Allen is.” He took his glasses off and scrubbed his face tiredly. “The…government is not being helpful. I am afraid we must go to court with what we have.”
Fargo wanted to tell him he would have help, but knew this wasn’t the time. He consciously tried to relax in the chair as he replied, “Well, if we go with what we have, we still have to go, regardless of how good or bad.” He cocked his head. “Somewhere, there should be transcripts of our interviews, I can’t believe they won’t give you that.”
Nand shook his head mournfully. “They say what I have is all that I can get. They…are unhappy that you are here and not in the pit in City Center. When they move you there, you must be very careful. They have paid informers in the pit.”
“That is what they call the central lockup. It is…open cells. They never lock them. Fights and…other things go on.”
“Ah, understood.” Fargo leaned forward and said, “Thank you for the warning.”
Nand asked, “Is there anything else, or anyone else you can think of that could help?”
“Have you talked to Jiri and Adhit?”
“Yes, I vidcomed them. They will be here and testify for you, but we…need more. I am worried.”
“Well, I have faith in you. You can do this, law giver Nand!”
Nand smiled wearily and nodded. “I am trying my best for you. I think you are the first truly innocent person I have ever defended.” He repacked his data comp and got up. “I will try to get back tomorrow to see you, but I am working on finding other things that can help. I…know the government is not giving us everything.”
Grayson unlocked the door and said, “Slop chute is open, Captain. And your chief is here eating with the colonel.”
Fargo got up yawning. “Be right there.” He made a quick pass through the fresher and walked through the interview room to the hallway. “What time is it?”
“Seventeen,” Grayson replied as he started down the hall.
“Not being able to see the sun is screwing up my circadian rhythms,” Fargo grumped.
“Yeah, understood, Captain, but we don’t have the luxury of a variable lighting system in here like we’ve got on the ships.” They walked into the mess and Grayson smiled, “Oh boy, roast beast!”
Fargo smiled and shook his head as he gave a little wave to Nicole. He realized his mouth was actually watering, and quickly followed Grayson through the line. Once he had his tray, he walked over to the colonel and Nicole. “May I join you?”
Keads nodded. “Please do, we have…some things to discuss.”
He sat down and squeezed Nicole’s hand, flashing a thought at her. “Nand says the government is holding out on him.”
“We know. We found Allen, he’s at Star Center. We’re working that now. Let go of me and eat. Don’t want the colonel to suspect anything.”
“What is happening, sir?”
“We were just discussing a way to get testimony from Mr. Allen, who is apparently at Star Center for some kind of sector conference. I’m willing to contact our reps there and ask him for a deposition, if that is acceptable.”
Fargo gulped. “That…would be excellent, sir. But I don’t know how, without his data, that…wait, if he has the data with him, that might save me.”
Nicole nodded. “That’s what we are thinking.”
“The bad news is they are going to move you to the pit tomorrow evening. I’m a little concerned about that and I’m going to push to delay that a day. Also, they apparently are not giving your law giver access to your weapon, so no holo data from it. He asked me for help, and I got told it’s none of my business,” Keads said with a snarl.
Fargo cocked his head. “Really, sir? Considering that I’m a militia captain, I would have thought you would…want the answers as much or more than anyone.”
“One would think. One would think. I also got a rather pointed notification that the prosecution needed access to my visitor logs for the brig to see whom had been admitted. Since they didn’t ask for anything else, that’s all they are going to get.” He stood up. “I’ll leave you to alone now. Grayson can take you back to the brig when you finish.” He nodded to them and took his tray over to the sonic, then left the mess.
Nicole looked around and said quickly, “We’ll have at least a statement from Allen.”
“Yes, dear.” Damn…I never told OneSvel what’s going on. I wonder if they have been trying to contact me? “Uh, do you know if OneSvel is aware of the situation?”
She nodded. “They’ve been advised. They are also on the witness list if required, but I think they’ve arranged for them to testify from Rushing River.”
He bit his lip when she said that. If…OneSvel has to out themselves, what is that going to do to our…work for GalScouts? I can’t let them do that! “I don’t see what he could provide. It’s not like—”
Nicole reached over and touched his arm. “They know, they’re willing to tell them who they really are.”
“They can’t do that for…reasons.” He shook his head. “No, keep them out of it. It’s not worth it.”
She looked down at the plate and said softly, “Are you sure?”
“I think…you’re making a mistake, for a lot of reasons.” She looked up and glared at him. “People care about you and know this is all bull. They want to help!”
Santos came over. “Sorry, I need to get back to work. Are you ready?”
Fargo gulped the last of the bulb and nodded as he got up. “Tomorrow?” Nicole nodded and he dumped his tray in the sonic and followed Santos back to the brig.
Nand was back in the doldrums the next day, grumbling about the inability to get any of the videos out of the government. “They…say the files are locked, and the only thing they are providing is scans of vids and extracts from the recordings. I…do not believe I am getting the whole story. Everything is…slanted against you. There is no testimony from your compatriots, and none from…Gann’s mother. Also, none from Allen, or the major.”
Fargo cocked his head. “Nothing in there from Palette?”
“None. Or at least none turned over.”
“That’s…odd. Palette was rather…forceful about us being investigated and he wanted to seize my weapon.
Nand shook his head mournfully. “There is nothing. Even your words are very short!” He pushed his glasses back up on his nose and read. “Per the extract, you said, ‘Reaching in and shutting the power switch off for safety purposes.’ And the scans show you rifling through a pack and another holding up and ID.”
Fargo almost growled. “That’s…there was a lot more than that. I remember checking their pulses.”
Nand shrugged. “That is all it says. Nothing that you checked them at all.”
Taking a deep breath, Fargo calmed himself and leaned back. “Well, Jiri and Adhit were there, they will remember.”
“I will do my best, Mr. Fargo. And we do have the false report. If I could just get to Mr. Allen and his files, that would help, I’m sure.” Fargo nodded and Nand put his data comp back in his bag and got up wearily. “I am doing my best for you.”
“I’ve never doubted you. I have faith that this will all be worked out.” And I pray that Nicole and Sushma can come up with something!
Nand knocked on the door and Grayson let him out of the brig, closing the door with a click as the lock engaged. He got up and walked back into his room, commanded the e-tainment on and slumped in the chair. I can’t…let this get to me. I know I didn’t do anything wrong! Why? What do they want? He suddenly sat up straight. Or what are they covering up? Nand has never mentioned an autopsy! That’s…required. He looked up at the e-tainment unit. “Search autopsy requirement for accidental deaths.”
The screen blipped a SEARCHING cue, then a list of links to various documents. He quickly looked down the list. “Display item five.”
A screen popped up with a Hunter law page and Fargo impatiently said, “Page.” Twenty pages later, he found was he was looking for. “There you are, you sumbitch! Thirteen, three alpha, ‘In any case of accidental death an autopsy is required by Hunter law to be performed by a licensed medical person and that autopsy shall be made part of the official record of the investigation.’” Fargo got up and paced back and forth grumbling, “What if they never did an autopsy? Drugs? Or something else.” He glanced up at the clock and flopped back in the chair, then slid into a light sleep.
Four divs later, Grayson stood in the door. “You alright, Captain? I can’t believe you didn’t hear me come in.”
He scrubbed his face. “Deep in thought. Who would do an autopsy if there was an accidental death in this area?”
Grayson shrugged. “No idea. Probably one of the civ docs over at the med center. Anything that happens to us gets investigated by the colonel. Your lady is here. You ready to go eat?”
Fargo jumped up. “Lead on.”
A few segs later, he sat down across from Nicole and reached across to take her hand. “There might be an issue with autopsies! Nand hasn’t said anything about one in any of the discussions we’ve had. Can you or Sushma check on those?”
Nicole cocked her head. “Hello to you, too.” “Yes, it should be available. What brought this on?”
“I wonder if they are covering up something. Those two were in their twenties, rich, at least for here, and bored. Remember what happened on Endine?”
“Dammit. That might explain, no let us check before you get your hopes up!”
“Thank you for coming, how was your day?” Fargo asked. “I’m just looking at all the options.”
She grinned. “Productive. Colonel Keads is trying to get an interview done with Allen by the local GalPat detachment there.”
“We only have two days. Who…” He projected a thought, Who is going to question him?”
“Sushma is providing questions based on the copy of the report I managed to…get my hands on.” Fargo cocked an eyebrow and she looked back at him, eyes dancing. “Don’t ask, that way I don’t have to lie.” She slid her hand out from under his. “Eat. We’re working on this. We know time is short. Jiri and Adhit will be here tomorrow and your law giver is scheduled to meet with them at twelve. Captain Jace is flying them down here.”
“Has he—” She shook her head minutely, took a bite of her sandwich, and made a calming motion with both hands as she set it back on the plate. He nodded and glanced over at Grayson, who was watching them curiously. “Okay. Glad he’s driving, less drama.” He finished the sandwich as he saw Grayson get up and take his tray to the sonic. “I love you, and I owe you and everyone else for what you’re doing to help me.”
Nicole looked at him ruefully. “I…we want you out of here and back where you belong! And the CSM is apparently threatening to bring the entire company down from Rushing River to break you out of here.”
He winced. “Oh, I hope the colonel doesn’t find out. Hell, how did they find out?”
“Apparently Major Garibaldi briefed them after talking to Colonel Keads. And most of Rushing River is ready to come help them. This is…causing some issues at the parliament level, too.”
Before he could ask a question, Grayson said, “Hate to break up this tete a tete, but I’ve got to go on watch in a half-div, which means I have just enough time to go get into the uniform of the day. Sorry, Chief Sergeant.”
Nicole looked up at him. “Understood, we know about duty,” she said bitterly.
Both of the men looked at her as she got up and walked out of the mess, head held high. Grayson looked at Fargo. “What did I say wrong?”
“I have no idea. But something has her pissed off.” He picked up both trays, carried them to the sonics, and followed Grayson back to the brig. What in the hell was that all about? She…it’s like a switch got flipped.
We can do everything with solar and wind, right?
Minus a few things…
CD and DVD Players
Car Battery Cases
Ice Cube Trays
CD’s & DVD’s
Soft Contact lenses
Everyone of these either uses are is partially made from petroleum products…
Better get out those horses and saddles folks…
h/t Proud Hillbilly for the list
“It should be clear to everyone that there is no means and no force which can halt this struggle of the peoples for their liberation, for it’s a great historic process, one of ever-growing and invincible power. It may be possible to prolong the dominion of one state over another for a year or two, but just as in the past the bourgeois order of things came to replace feudalism and as, now, socialism is replacing capitalism, so colonial slavery is giving place to freedom. Such are the rules of human development, and only adventurers can believe that mountains of corpses and millions of victims will delay the advent of a radiant future.”
Remember, socialism leads to Communism. So, how do you create a Socialistic State?
There are 8 levels of control; read the following recipe:
1) Healthcare – Control healthcare and you control the people.
2) Poverty – Increase the poverty level as high as possible, poor
people are easier to control and will not fight back if you are
providing everything for them.
3) Debt – Increase the debt to an unsustainable level. That way you are
able to increase taxes and this will produce more poverty.
4) Gun Control – Remove the ability to defend themselves from the
Government; that way you are able to create a police state.
5) Welfare – Take control of every aspect (food, housing, income) of
their lives because that will make them fully dependent on the
6) Education – Take control of what people read and listen to and take
control of what children learn in school.
7) Religion – Remove the belief in God from the Government and schools
because the people need to believe in ONLY the government knowing what
is best for the people.
8) Class Warfare – Divide the people into the wealthy and the
poor. Eliminate the middle class. This will cause more discontent and
it will be easier to tax the wealthy with the support of the poor.
A perfect parallel to the Democrat agenda!!!
It looks like his prediction is almost done.
Only a few steps left, and Biden is quickly moving to take care of them.
Re the above quote, who said it???
And all hail the ‘reopening’ of America… HERE. Interesting…
You just have to wonder WTF is going on…
When the little folks jump on the bandwagon of a stock, just to make a little money.
The craziest financial story of the week has got to be GameStop stock’s meteoric rise from $6 a share to $340 a share overnight. It all began when Melvin Capital hedge-fund managers decided to short GameStop, betting the stock would fall. But a lot of retail investors viscerally hate billion-dollar hedge-fund managers who make a living manipulating the stock market and driving small investors out of the game.
But in reality, this says it all…
And then there’s Cuomo’s ‘response’ to the NY AG report on his WuFlu response…
“Who cares [if they] died in the hospital, died in a nursing home? They died.”
That’s how Gov. Cuomo callously responded Friday to the damning state attorney general’s report that revealed his administration downplayed the total number of nursing home residents killed by COVID-19.
Full article, HERE from the NY Post.
It appears that he was, as usual, trying to shift blame to the Feds, saying he’d ‘followed’ the CDC’s instructions on nursing homes… Yeah, right…
But this… Now THIS is a non-starter… Nope, no way in hell!
Now they’re coming for the bacon. An Oregon state lawmaker has proposed a bill to eliminate all “processed meats,” including beloved bacon, sausage, and hot dogs, from hospitals, prisons, nursing homes, and other places where people are stuck. This includes not only the patients and inmates but staff and visitors, too.
Full article, HERE. Why oh why does this NOT surprise me???
And last but certainly the stupidest… Our own Texas nightmare, Shelia Jackson-Lee, Houston Dem who’s district is about 4 miles long and one block wide, there is this!
She filed HR 127 which starts out-
The Attorney General, through the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, shall establish a system for licensing the possession of firearms or ammunition in the United States, and for the registration with the Bureau of each firearm present in the United States.
But it gets even better!!!
The Attorney General shall make the contents of the database accessible to all members of the public, all Federal, State, and local law enforcement authorities, all branches of the United States Armed Forces, and all State and local governments, as defined by the Bureau.
Sigh… Full article, HERE.
By the time you read this, I’ll be at the gunshow… 🙂
Better than the news cycle…
A time keeper at a factory is in charge of blowing the whistle for the lunch break at noon. When it’s almost noon he looks at his watch and right when it strikes 12pm he blows the whistle. One day he bumps his watch against something and he fears that it is a little off. Wanting to make sure that he can do his job correctly he decides to go get his watch set by a professional clock maker. The man goes to the shop and has the clock maker set his watch to the correct time. He tells the clock maker what he does for a living and that it is important that his watch keeps correct time. The clock maker tells him that he needn’t worry because he set his watch by the clocks in the back and that he can be sure that they’re on time because he sets them every Sunday when the church bells ring at 6am.
The man leaves the shop but starts to ask himself how does the church know exactly when it is 6am? So he goes to the church and finds the bell ringer and asks him how does he know when to ring the bells and how does he make sure that he has the correct time. The bell ringer tells him that he rings the bells right when his watch strikes 6am and he’s sure his watch is correct because he checks it every day at noon when the factory goes on break.
We have all had bad dates, but this takes the cake.
Jay Leno went into the audience to find the most embarrassing first date that a woman ever had.
The winner described her worst first date experience. There was absolutely no question as to why her tale took the prize!
She said it was midwinter…snowing and quite cold… and the guy had taken her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City, Utah. It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all, and had never met before. The outing was fun but relatively uneventful until they were headed home late that afternoon. They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte!!
They were about an hour away from anywhere with a restroom and in the middle of nowhere! Her companion suggested she try to hold it, which she did for a while. Unfortunately, because of the heavy snow and slow going, there came a point where she told him that he had better stop and let her go beside the road, or it would be the front seat of his car. They stopped and she quickly crawled out beside the car, yanked her pants down and started. In the deep snow she didn’t have good footing, so she let her butt rest against the rear fender to steady herself. Her companion stood on the side of the car watching for traffic and indeed was a real gentleman and refrained from peeking.
All she could think about was the relief she felt despite the rather embarrassing nature of the situation. Upon finishing however, she soon became aware of another sensation. As she bent to pull up her pants, the young lady discovered her buttocks were firmly glued against the car’s fender. Thoughts of tongues frozen to poles immediately came to mind as she attempted to disengage her flesh from the icy metal. It was quickly apparent that she had a brand new problem, due to the extreme cold.
Horrified by her plight and yet aware of the humor of the moment, she answered her date’s concerns about’ what is taking so long’ with a reply that indeed, she was ‘freezing her butt off’ and in need of some assistance! He came around the car as she tried to cover herself with her sweater and then, as she looked imploringly into his eyes, he burst out laughing, she too, got the giggles and when they finally managed to compose themselves, they assessed her dilemma. Obviously, as hysterical as the situation was, they also were faced with a real problem, both agreed it would take something hot to free her chilly cheeks from the grip of the icy metal!
Thinking about what had gotten her into the predicament in the first place, both quickly realized that there was only one way to get her free. So, as she looked the other way, her first time date proceeded to unzip his pants and pee her butt off the fender. As the audience screamed in laughter, she took the Tonight Show prize hands down,. Or Perhaps that should be ‘pants down’.
And you thought your first date was embarrassing.
Jay Leno’s comment….. ‘This gives a whole new meaning to being pissed off.’ Oh, and how did the first date turn out? He became her husband and was sitting next to her on the Leno show.
And I gotta agree with this menu ‘add’…
And they are off an running… 22 EOs in the first five days and 8 ‘executive actions’ (whatever those are)…
And Kerry has been appointed as the Climate Czar (again), and said Biden considers climate change as an existential threat to the USA.
WASHINGTON — The Pentagon will begin incorporating climate analysis into its war-gaming and analysis efforts as well as featuring the issue as part of its future National Defense Strategy.
The announcement by Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin came shortly after President Joe Biden signed a series of executive orders targeting the climate crisis.
The Defense Department “will immediately take appropriate policy actions to prioritize climate change considerations in our activities and risk assessments, to mitigate this driver of insecurity. As directed by the President, we will include the security implications of climate change in our risk analyses, strategy development, and planning guidance,” Austin said in a statement.
Full article, HERE from Navy Times.
And Biden says that all of the vehicles in federal service will be replaced with electric vehicles.
I found a little document that delves into that pretty deeply. It was published by the United States International Trade Commission Journal of International Commerce and Economics December 2018, and the title of the paper is- The Supply Chain for Electric Vehicle Batteries, authorsDavid Coffin and Jeff Horowitz. Here are some ‘interesting facts’ from that document-
On average, cobalt made up about 30 percent of a lithium-ion battery cathode in 2017, but experts expect cobalt content to decline as batteries become more energy dense. Cobalt supplies are limited and, moreover, are concentrated in only a few countries. The Democratic Republic of the Congo produced more than one-half of worldwide cobalt mining in 2016, followed by China and Canada with less than 6 percent each. China is also the main source of cobalt refining, which is necessary before the cobalt is suitable for battery production. Due to cobalt’s relative scarcity, some predict a 20-percent gap between supply and demand in 2025. Cobalt prices increased by 120 percent in 2017; Benchmark Mineral Intelligence’s Caspar Rawles expects prices to rise at a slower pace in 2018–25 as EV manufacturers use long-term supply contracts to stabilize prices.
Graphite is used in the anode of many EVs. Benchmark Mineral Intelligence expects that the market for graphite in battery anodes will increase from 80,000 metric tons in 2015 to 250,000 metric tons in 2020, thereby driving up the price. Graphite prices did not increase as rapidly in 2017 as other inputs in EV batteries, but could rise rapidly in future years. Nearly two-thirds of natural graphite is mined in China.
According to Deutsche Bank, lithium-ion batteries for EVs accounted for 14 percent of lithium demand in 2015 (and demand has risen since then). The bank predicts that EVs will generate 38 percent of lithium demand by 2025. Some have predicted a shortfall of 100,000 metric tons for lithium by 2025. This scarcity could drive up the lithium’s price and thus the price of battery packs. From January 2016 to January 2018, the price of lithium carbonate in South America more than doubled. Chile and Argentina are the top two global exporters of lithium carbonate.
Soooo… They are willing to buy 300,000 (appx) electric vehicles putting money in China, the Congo, Chile, Argentina, and Canada’s pockets, while driving the costs of battery packs up even further.
Yep, that makes a ‘lot’ of sense.
And one more ‘piece’ of the puzzle on why the NG troops will remain in DC through at least March…
“The Acting Secretary of Homeland Security has issued a National Terrorism Advisory System (NTAS) Bulletin today after consultation with the intelligence community and law enforcement partners. There is currently a heightened threat environment across the United States that is likely to persist over the coming weeks. DHS does not have any information to indicate a specific, credible plot; however, violent riots have continued in recent days and we remain concerned that individuals frustrated with the exercise of governmental authority and the presidential transition, as well as other perceived grievances and ideological causes fueled by false narratives, could continue to mobilize a broad range of ideologically-motivated actors to incite or commit violence,” DHS released in a statement Wednesday.
In recent days, riots have raged in Portland, Oregon, and Tacoma, Washington.
Full article, HERE. Anybody remember the movie Wag the Dog???