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I have had plenty of time to write over the last six months. No excuse, my discipline fell apart, my interests diverted away, and I am still struggling to return. I feel I should give you the anatomy of my writer’s block so you will understand. Your trust in my ideas begins with trusting me.
Beginning in November I sank into the rabbit hole known as Q-anon. If you know what that is, I need say no more, and if you don’t, there is no point trying to explain. It’s something you need to discover for yourself. I can only speak to those who know.
As we watched the week of BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM unfold, I feel I spent the time well following all things Q instead of writing. After all, my writing is about this Earth, so I must pay attention to what is happening now, as much as to what may have shaped the Earth long (or not so long) ago. It is all connected.
Every night I look at Saturn. It’s especially bright in the sky, at opposition to the Sun. I can see a moon, it must be Titan, clearly with the naked eye. It’s orbit brings it between the five o’clock and seven o’clock position every night, like the pendulum of a clock: Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.
As I write, I listen to AG Jeff Sessions announce a zero tolerance policy on illegal immigration. Hardly a minor thing, but ignored by mainstream media. It’s the law of the nation, and is finally being respected and enforced. That is the job of the chief executive office. Thank God someone is doing their job. If you lived near the border that I do, you would too.
The world is changing NOW. As I write, a little bit of world peace is being restored in Singapore. As I write, a war is being waged and won, by the good guys. Corruption is being routed, and dishonesty is being exposed.
The balance between good and evil just shifted beneath our feet. The materialism and relativism of the last age is yielding to monotheism, and truth. The day the meek prevail – those of inner strength and quite ways – has come, led by the biggest bombast (and most sincere person) of the century. How ironic, yet appropriate.
I’ve been focused on the events unfolding, because they will lead to many true things coming to light. The awakening will eventually get to science.
This last week, Anthony Bourdain died. I do not believe it was suicide. I do not believe anyone, let alone a dozen, or so celebrities, can hang themselves from doorknobs. I don’t pay much attention to celebrities, but Bourdain was an honest man. Honest to himself, which was evident in his writing. His life needn’t have finished. I think he died for the truth. In that way, he reminds me of my brother Don.
In February, my brother died. Don was seventy-two. He died of heart failure in his sleep. A peaceful passing, but far too soon. The effect on me was like no other. I mourned my mother, and my brother Jim, as well as my cousins, and Aunt and Uncle – all who have died in the past two years. That grief I coped with differently.
It was a shock to everyone who knew him. Don was a person who respected everyone, and that respect reflected on him with the amplified effect of our own distorted lenses. We all have faults Don didn’t have. He was something of an archetype to the family and those who knew him. The square-jawed Marine pilot. The confident Airline Captain. The person who would stop to give you aid if you were stranded on the roadside. I’ve seen him do that many times. Unlike many, he could be depended on.
Not that he was Jesus, but he was certainly different. This is not a eulogy for Don, however. I cannot yet bring myself to write one. Don’s influence on me, and the influence of his death, is all part of the change. One can’t be “red pilled” by externalities only. One must red-pill yourself inside. Don’s passing laid bare my dependence on him. It laid bare the contrast between us. The consequence is to recognize my own faults and manipulations, moral turpitude, and callous cowardice in the process.
I’m not sure I’ll be a better person, but I’m more aware of when I’m a shit. Maybe it will help.
As it relates to the Electric Universe, my stall-out writing Trailer Park Cosmology, Thunderblogs, climbing triangular buttresses, hunting Bigfoot and answering the many comments and emails from readers, I hope you will stay with me and understand I have much, much more to say. My hiatus was a needed black-out to get my own house in order – literally, since I’ve had to physically move residence.
Now that the dam is breaking. Now that change has begun, I feel so much better. I’ve been growing my hair for five months. It’s time for a ridiculous haircut. Look forward to more posts soon.
Do I have to be the one to point out the obvious? Okay, I will:
Yes, Lil’ Kim will keep his word and denuclearize his country. Peace will reign on the Korean Peninsula. If you don’t believe me, then look at the hair…
In spite of all the nasty things said between these two – talk of who’s missiles are bigger, and such, The Donald never tweeted a single word about Kim’s chili-bowl. Nor did Kim attack Trump’s orange bird’s nest. They never mentioned hair. It’s evidence they are sympatico.
Trump and Kim are bringing back hair… and peace. Sampson would be thrilled. So would the Cowsills. Before long, the walls of corruption will tumble, people will trip on LSD, and dance in the streets.
In fact, someone once suggested, maybe it was Terence McKenna, that if you put world leaders together and made them trip on LSD, they might not want to go to war the next day. The Trump/Kim summit in Singapore was just such a meeting.
Even though it was obviously prepared months in advance, and I seriously doubt any drugs were involved, the spirit of the meeting was the same. It was the result of people with outrageous hair, making an honest assessment of the situation, and agreeing to a win/win resolution.
LSD would have made them do the same thing, because you can’t lie to yourself on LSD. If you can’t lie to yourself, you can’t lie, so you can’t be a politician. The hair should tip you off: these guys aren’t playing for politics, they’re playing for life.
Trump holds all the cards – he can help North Korea become a world class economy, or destroy it. Kim can become a hero, or dead after a long bloody battle he can’t win. Easy choice. No doubt Kim will keep his word.
Pundits wring there hands that Kim will not give up nukes. Or that his conventional forces alone can wipe-out Seoul, so even if he did give up the nukes (and they insist he won’t) it won’t change things. Or that war breaks out, possibly millions die, and US forces will be sucked once again into a foreign quagmire.
Kim is the one who doesn’t want war. The war would be fought in his country, and we would own the airspace and the surrounding seas. American Special Forces would hunt his hide every day, looking into every spider hole in the country until they found him – like they did with Saddam Hussein. Kim doesn’t want that.
Besides, Kim sincerely wants to bring his country out of the hermit hole. He isn’t stupid. Remember, he didn’t start North Korea’s rogue state behavior, he inherited it. He’s only been in power a few years, and of those years, he probably wasn’t in full control until recently. Changing the course of his country will cement his leadership far better than chasing a bigger nuclear arsenal. Even Dennis Rodman has this figured out.
Kim knows his situation is unsustainable. He knows, and his people know, of the prosperity across the borders in South Korea and China. He knows he has the power, right now, to change his country for the better. His nuclear program has already accomplished it’s greatest purpose to get him to this place. Continuing to build nukes will only bring hostility, sanctions, or war.
Don’t worry, he’ll keep his word.
Imagine if he did back out, or try to continue nuclear development after walking on the world stage for the first time and making this commitment. He would be vilified, and the hopes of all healthy-minded people dashed, especially those in his own country.
Would China want Kim to back-out on the deal? No. They have bigger fish to fry. They don’t want millions of refugees swarming their border.
What would happen if he backed out? Total isolation. Strangling sanctions. The continued threat, internally and externally, of assassination, or regime change. Back to the dark ages. He can’t keep building nukes to blackmail for concessions. The world stage isn’t set to entertain that kind of appeasement anymore.
And the reason for that is … the Great AWAKENING.
Readers of The Daily Plasma are awake, almost by default. If you’re here to read about the Electric Universe, or Bigfoot for that matter, you already know we’ve been lied to about a lot of things, and that the paradigms of materialism and relativism chain much of humanity to false beliefs. You are already awake to that fact.
What is the Awakening? Some people reduce it to Trump and the MAGA movement. Even if you are not an American, you are awake if you root for President Trump to succeed. If you see the sincerity in the President’s determination to do the right thing in the most powerful job in the world – a job that affects everyone in the world. If you can see the brilliance in his means and methods, and understand the psychology of his tweets, then you are awake. If not, pity you, because your world is about to turn upside down.
In a larger context though, Trump is just the wavefront, the emboldened surfer riding the crest of the Awakening. The real Awakening has its roots in philosophy and how we perceive the cosmos. Materialism is dying. Dualism is dying. Relativism is dying. A new look at monotheism is in the making. It isn’t going to be just a religious resurgence. It will take time, but old dogmas will die. It’s going to be scientifically based on the obvious patterns in Nature. At its core are all the concepts of an Electric Universe.
Scientists are finally coming to grips through mathematics, that there can only be one THING. From calculus and field equations of classical physics, through quantum theory, to string theory, all maths point to a single origin – except, of course, General Relativity, which doesn’t quite fit without phony variables and constants (a sure sign it doesn’t belong). The maths point to a single fabric of the cosmos, which is essentially, pure information.
We call it the Aether, but new mainstream theories will call it something else. They can’t admit they are retreading old ground. They are still stuck in materialist paradigms and will see the obvious as their own special insight – so they will rename it. But mankind has called it many names over the ages.
What is obvious is that there is only one THING. Everything we experience – the physics we experience; force and motion, matter and gravity, space and time, wind and fire, electricity and magnetism, are all emergent from one single THING. The cosmic fabric of pure information.
That is what the Aether has to be. Electric Universe Theory leads us to this. Information is embodied in waves. If you break any wave down to a mathematical construct, it embodies the information of it’s existence. It’s amplitude, phase, frequency, angular momentum – all physical information is embodied in the wave. Quantum calculations are predictions of probability waves. If you disregard the concept of particle-wave duality, and consider matter is an emergent property, things begin to make sense.
Charge. Positive and Negative. Peaks and Troughs. Waves. The fundamental substrate of information from which every particle and the forces that motivate them emerge. Has any information ever been transferred without some form of electromagnetic wave? Light, sound, radio, microwave, laser beam. – even smoke signals and books require transmission of light.
So how can it be deduced there is only one THING? Because, only one THING can give rise to both consciousness and physics. The Alpha and Omega, as has been said. The underlying substrate of pure information – the holographic universe that gives rise to all things. And we must be honest and admit this is monotheistic.
With only one THING, a membrane of surging waves transforms with frequency into second, third, and ‘nth’ order effects that emerge in phase transitions. Traveling waves, vortices, standing waves and plasmoids encode all of mathematics – the prime numbers, the golden ratio, pi, trigonometry, field theory, differential calculus, quantum theory, fractal geometry, cellular automata and string theory are all encoded in waveforms. It is the nature of fractals – waveforms are fractal – and fractals are the nature of Nature.
Fractals evolve and repeat, infinitely. Fractals describe the diffusion of charge in lightning bolts, plasmoids, solid state matter, ocean waves, plasma discharge, crystals, clouds, organic molecules, weather, geologic forms, life forms – every aspect of the cosmos is constructed of fractal forms. Whether dynamic or “static” (there is no such thing as “static” electricity – the electric field potential is always changing) in various phases of ‘substance’, the electrical circuitry remains the same and is fundamental to it’s existence.
Plasma, noble gas, liquid, solid, organic; each phase is an ‘octave’ in the frequencies of the Aether, where matter manifests in higher orders of organization as one moves further down (or up) the bandwidth from the purest source of energy – the raw information that is encoded in the wave.
But they are all notes of a single tune. Octaves of the Aether’s bandwidth are where harmonic resonance and interference, expansion and compression, produce higher order properties. If all is one THING, consciousness is one with it, and follows this same fractal repetition. Therefore a hierarchy of consciousness must exist that leads inexorably to the conclusion: there are levels of consciousness beyond our own.
There are no extra dimensions. There is only extra bandwidth in the vibrations of the Aether that we can’t sense. Just as we only see the visible light bandwidth in electromagnetic fields with our eyes, we cannot see beyond our instruments what octaves of vibration occur within a subatomic particle. Nor can we see the grand orchestration of the Universe beyond the reach of our telescopes. Our entire cosmos could be a fluff of dander in some giant’s bellybutton, for all we really know.
Call it God, Akashic record, Aether, the Grand Morphic Field – there are planes of consciousness we emerge from, and return to, and are never apart from, but have largely lost touch with during this soul-numbing dark age of materialism.
The ancients understood it better than we. They called it Yin-Yang, darkness and light, good and evil. It’s embodied in mythology, religions and ancient stone, but we forgot the lessons and applied a veneer of materialist, reductionist ‘rationalism’ that obscures the true meaning. Dogmas are the result of human hubris. It’s our method of imagining truths, not the result of seeking them.
The Awakening requires us to seek the truth. A rise in the potential of the Aether is affecting our consciousness. Between the base of the spine that produces instinctive reactions, and the frontal lobe that produces independent reasoning, we have a less understood region of the brain that produces hormones, emotions and intuitive, gut level feelings. Trump is a genius because he knows how to use this part of his brain.
It is, coincidentally, the region that responds to psychedelics. This region is our antenna with the cosmos. I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that psychedelic visions are of fractal patterns.
Modern science – even the most out of the box thinkers – are stuck in materialism. Even though they are beginning to admit that Nature is holographic, they imagine their holographic universe as digital. This is more human hubris. Digital information is a wholly human construct. Ones and zeros don’t define the cosmos. Ones and zeros have to be packaged in a string of artificial coding to produce complex information. To use ones and zeros, we form them from electromagnetic waves, transmit them with electromagnetic waves and reconstitute into electromagnetic waves to make sense of them. They are not fundamental entities of information.
Waves are. Waves encode all information. No one in modern times understood this better the than Nicolai Tesla. Arguably, no one knows more about Tesla than the man who first read his files after he died. That man was John G. Trump, an Electrical Engineer, MIT Professor, and uncle to President Donald J. Trump. I wonder … does Trump surf the crest of the Awakening because his uncle woke him up a long time ago?
An article I read this morning made my fingers reach for the keyboard. It’s posted on the Independent, titled “Scientists Discover 280-Million-Year-Old Fossil Forest in Antarctica.” It is a good illustration of how science works to bury critical thinking and reinforce it’s rigid belief system.
The article claims a discovery of 280 million year old tree fossils in Antarctica. It’s not much of a discovery. Fossils of trees were discovered over a century ago by the earliest explorers of the continent. These modern scientists just found a new batch. It’s not that newsworthy, but there is is a mystery behind it, which makes it intriguing and a good subject for a fluffy science article.
There is no good explanation why forests grew in Antarctica in that time-frame, because according to ‘accepted theory’ of plate tectonics and continental movement, Antarctica was still the at the South Pole 280 million years ago.
The mystery is, how could forests grow where there is six months of near total darkness? The Antarctic gets just one day and one night a year.
Never mind the cold and ice – that can be explained away – can’t you guess? By none other than CO2 induced global warming! But the dark can’t be explained by dinosaur flatulence.
So, these scientists claim the trees had to survive half the year in darkness, and so went into some kind of arboreal hibernation. In the words of the lead scientist, “These trees could turn their growing cycles on and off like a light switch.”
This is a determination made from a fossil impression in rock. It’s conjecture, although it sounds perfectly plausible, based on belief in prior science that says the solar system looked essentially the same as it does today, and that Earth’s attitude in orbit was the same, and Antarctica was at the south pole.
These are all assumptions. Scientists base new assumptions on old assumptions with such confidence, they don’t even consider other alternatives. Since I don’t have any confidence in their foundational assumptions about the solar system, I don’t think this is very satisfactory.
Let’s just throw out prior scientific assumptions, and start fresh and see where it leads.
First, there is an assumption these fossils are of leaves that needed sunlight. There is no way to prove what fossil leaves survived on by looking at an impression in rock. What if these ancient trees lived on something else?
Maybe they lived on Dark Energy, soaking it from the cosmos, and perhaps, even expelling Dark Matter, like modern leaves expel oxygen. Now this is a hypothetical that could lead to some real answers for cosmologists, since they are desperate for a source for the dark stuff. Isn’t this biological hypothesis founded on a cosmological hypothesis as circularly valid as assuming trees turned themselves on-and-off because Earth’s orbit never changed?
Unfortunately, we don’t know of any trees anywhere that live on Dark Energy. We don’t know they don’t exist, but since we don’t know that Dark Energy exists either, we just can’t say. If fossils in Antarctica are the only data point to vaguely imply the possibility, it really isn’t a good hypothesis.
Let’s proceed in agreement with the researchers that these fossils are like trees today, and work with sunlight and CO2 instead of dark energy and dark matter. Could it be possible that the forests grew in normal sunlight? That would mean, somehow, that Antarctica wasn’t at the south pole.
This is an interesting possibility. It flies in the face of all the assumptions I don’t like, because I don’t see one shred of evidence the Solar System hasn’t changed. All the evidence suggest something weird was going on not that long ago.
Look at Venus, Jupiter and Saturn. They are all in absolute turmoil, storming and spewing electromagnetic energy. If the solar system hadn’t changed since the “late bombardment”, 2 billion years ago, all the planets should have quieted down into somnolence by now – like Pluto – their internal heat dissipated to cold dark space.
So are tree fossils evidence of a different polar alignment in the past? Possibly, but there are other possibilities, too. It’s possible Antarctica moved, or that crustal displacement took place, shifting the skin of the planet. If Albert Einstein took the possibility of crustal displacement seriously, and it is recorded that he did, shouldn’t we too?
You see what I mean. There are many possibilities.
It’s also possible Earth was once a satellite of a brown dwarf, orbiting inside a plasma envelope of a warm glowing Kronos, as recorded in myths of the golden age that preceded a great cataclysm. That environment would allow forests to grow at the poles in year around light, as well as the equator, all areas of Earth receiving the soft glow of a plasma sky.
This is my personal favorite, of course. It’s the primary theory in the Electric Universe community on Earth’s pre-catastrophic origins. It explains forests in Antarctica, as well as many other mysteries about our planet. In fact, if one looks at all the work by EU theorists, there is a whole body of evidence to support the theory.
There are many points of evidence for crustal displacement, too. Truly, none of us were around to see what was going on when trees grew in Antarctica, and that is really my only point. A priori acceptance of unproven theories to constrain new theories is bad science. That is how a house of cards is built.
As a Natural Scientist, I try to avoid prior assumptions. They play a part in providing context, but they can’t be used as foundational fact. What is needed is a physical model based on verifiable classical physics. The model I use is electricity.
If I can conceive of an electrical circuit that can produce the fossils of Antarctic forests, then I can can conceive of an explanation that is plausible. It doesn’t mean it’s true, but it’s physically plausible. And when I do this, everything seems to fall into place. Corroborating evidence emerges to either modify, or confirm the concept, until it becomes not only plausible, but likely.
If an electrical model can be applied to explain everything from cosmic filaments, galaxies and stars, to tree fossils in Antarctica, climate, and ancient mythology, what results is holistically cross-verified theory tied directly to conventional, applied physics, which is reproducible and verifiable. That’s the beauty of the Electric Universe.
Incremental, reductionist, uniformitarian, consensus science is a house of cards because its foundation is loaded with bad assumptions that are taken for granted to be true. The scientists in this research have made a perfectly rational conjecture that the forests knew how to hibernate, because Antarctica was at the South pole and only receives six months of light. Trees already do this to an extent as they loose leaves in winter. Nothing far fetched about it.
The problem is the assumption that the solar system was the same 280 million years ago, or whenever it was these trees grew, and that it was even necessary for the tree to hibernate in the first place. The planetary scientists are changing their story every week, as new evidence from space crushes their theories about the solar system one after another.
There are multiple theories on why Earth is still as hot as it is. What we don’t know about the other planets dwarfs the meager knowledge we have. We do not even understand comets, or asteroids. There is no reason to have confidence in the consensus solar model, yet terrestrial science does this without blinking an eye.
These scientists are basing their work on a crumbling paradigm, a house of cards already trembling. And yet they tout this unverifiable conjecture as a “discovery”. The science journalists and other science guys and gals, including teachers, will now quote this as fact, never questioning that there might be another answer. It’s a shame, because it gives false confidence in what we think we know, and limits everyone’s curiosity about things that we are a long way from understanding.
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To all of you, have a joyful and safe Christmas holiday. I hope you are surrounded with the people you love, warmth, good food and good cheer. Today is a day to cherish the moment, count your blessings and do wonderful things for others. The bliss you feel is your Christmas present.
The Daily Plasma takes this moment to silently thank those in harms way – those who are sacrificing their Christmas to keep us safe. We pray for their comfort and safety. We pray for a future when they stay home.
This will be a Christmas like no other. The coming new year will be like no other. An awakening is upon us, and the light of a new day is rising to bleach the stains of corruption from our eyes. May your eyes be open and aware.
Look to the wonder of Nature. Understand we are part of it, not an invasive species. We can live wisely and free in this world if we simply respect everything in it. Resolve to breath in the open air; to look at the sky and marvel at the landscape. It’s beauty and bounty is there to awe and sustain us.
And may you all be blessed with the opportunity to be charitable to those who have no home, no family, or warmth. Help them by sharing your love. And may your new year be profitable in joy.
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When common sense becomes idiocy, and uncommon ideas become accepted, it’s called a paradigm shift. We are in the throes of one now. The pendulum has swung, the Rubicon is crossed, because “the times, they are a changin’.”
Nothing exemplifies this more than an article in the Washington Post titled, We don’t need to save endangered species. Extinction is part of evolution. The author is, R. Alexander Pyron who is the Robert F. Griggs Associate Professor of Biology at George Washington University.
It’s a courageous article that lays out the case to stop obsessing over the effect of human civilization on the planet, and start making the future of humanity a priority over polar bears. Extinction is part of the evolutionary cycle, and if Snail Darters go extinct because we’ve dammed the rivers, so be it. That’s a natural consequence of one organism gaining control over an environment and pushing out another. It happens in nature all the time.
Nature adapts. No one actually suffered when the Do-Do Bird went extinct. The Earth has been through multiple mass extinctions when as much as 95% of species died. Life always came back in a flourish, and with more diversity. That’s how humanity came to evolve.
He’s not advocating we pave over the continents with asphalt and chrome. He advocates for sustainability, but sustainability for humans, and let the chips fall as they may for other species. He doesn’t use these words, but it could be termed a return to conservation, in lieu of rabid environmentalism. It’s remarkable given that common wisdom has been, for decades now, humans are at fault for destroying the planet.
It’s remarkable because it’s an example of the paradigm shift. It’s particularly remarkable, because it’s a new battle front in the culture war. What we are seeing is a change in thinking within academia. The scientific community is beginning to question itself.
After all, it was scientists who raised the furor that got DDT banned to save eagles, and allow millions of people to die from malaria instead. It was scientists who said we made the temperature of the planet go up by a fraction of a degree, and require sacrifices to mitigate perceived damage from man-made CO2, when in reality it helps plants grow. Science gets it wrong, frequently.
The scientific community is in the middle of a culture war, and it’s part of the broader culture war that is sweeping through society. It’s the paradigm shift. Some people think the world is turning topsy-turvy, and others think its finally returning to common sense.
Women who have been abused are no longer intimidated by their abusers and are calling them out. That seems a good thing.
People are tired and annoyed at overpaid, ignorant celebrities shooting off their mouth, and taking a knee. Also a good thing.
The value of the entertainment industry as a whole is faltering, as it pumps out the umpteenth sequel, songs that all sound the same and tired, unfunny, politicized humor. People want original and creative works that the industry can’t provide.
Government (at least mine) is turning it’s attention to improving life for the people it governs, instead of sacrificing our interests for the sake of weaving us into some kind of world corporation. That is a very good thing.
Not only is it attending to the business of governing the people who elected it, it’s even purging the corruption that led to its misapplication. There are people in high places falling everyday, called out as thieves, liars and hypocrites. There will be many going to jail.
The economy is turning to safe, secure crypto-currency that will eliminate the blood sucking banks. The middleman role financial institutions imposed to carve their wealth from ours is going extinct, and when it happens, like the Do-Do Bird, we aren’t going to miss them.
Technology is reaching for computing speeds and algorithms that promise to drive us into a new age of robotics and artificial intelligence. In spite of fears this will become an Orwellian nightmare, an open source world is emerging that takes the power of information away from elites and puts it in the hands of the people.
And scientists are finally questioning their ability to be fair and objective. The practice of fudging data to fit an agenda is falling out of favor as mountains of peer reviewed work is found to be based on biased, or even fraudulent statistics. It has become apparent that the quest for funding has taken priority over the quest for truth, and the scientific community is doing some soul searching.
In the midst of all this change, there is a return to spirituality at it’s core. Responsible people are realizing the vacuous, soulless, hopelessness of a sterile and godless universe is unappealing, except to those who don’t want to be held to a moral framework. People are realizing there is more interconnectedness, more organization and more coherence to the universe than particle soup and gravity can explain. People are realizing science has misled us about a lot of things.
The paradigm is changing. A new world view is emerging that values truth over happy thoughts. Authenticity is gaining admiration in society, at the expense of materialistic greed and phony marketing propaganda. And at least a few scientists are waking to the fact they don’t know shit.
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Does ‘Rocket Man’, have more lead in his pencil than we give him credit for? Expert researchers at the Monterrey Center for Non-proliferation Studies say he does. By analyzing photos, film and satellite imagery, lead researcher Jeffrey Lewis and his team discovered that “Rocket Man” may already have nuclear tipped ICBM’s capable of hitting New York, or anywhere in the U.S.
By studying open source material they conclude the Hwasong-12 missile is far more sophisticated than we’ve been led to believe.
Photos of the missile show where the staged rocket’s welds are located, which indicates the volumetric ratio of the fuel tanks, and therefore the type of fuel.
The specifications of the launch vehicle, a known model made in Belaruss, gave them the rocket’s length.
Film of the lifting crane shows the ICBM’s center of mass, and angle of the lifting arm. Specifications on the Japanese built crane gave them it’s weight.
And analysis of its launch allowed them to determine acceleration and calculate thrust.
Putting it all together, the researchers say North Korea is using sophisticated computerized machining to build lightweight rockets capable of carrying a nuclear tip that can reach all the way to the eastern seaboard.
They have even seen the rocket being fueled in a horizontal position, which allows North Korean soldiers to prepare the rockets in sneaky places like highway underpasses, where they can’t be seen until ready to launch.
But do they have a nuclear tip to put on the Hwasong-12? Just look at Kim’s confidence and rhetoric. He’s basically telling us he does, and given the sophistication of his ICBM, we should assume he does. In fact, Lewis believes he probably has several ready to go.
So, what happens next?
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After decades chipping away at the glass ceiling, women have achieved a break-through. Remarkably, it didn’t come through progressive legislation. It didn’t happen because a woman was elected to office. The political champions of the feminist cause had nothing to do with it, at least, in any positive sense.
We are talking, of course, about sexual abuse, and the fact women have become aware of their responsibility to speak-up. It may sound harsh to put in those words, but it’s the truth. Women have been intimidated by men in power not to speak-up about abuse. Now that has changed, and it’s simply due to women deciding not to take it anymore, and to stand behind each other.
But there has been a cadre of elite in high places; entertainers, activists, politicians, and the wives of same, who knew the males among them were pervs, but defended the pervs, and denied it in public, to shame the women who tried to speak-up.
And wouldn’t you know, the pervs; the rapists, flashers, masturbators, and chronic gropers, are mostly champions of the progressive left. They paid lip service to ‘women’s equality’ while tweaking boobs and grabbing ass. And now women of all political backgrounds, bound by the shared indignity of suffering this abuse silently for so long, are exposing the phonies for who they are.
From the wet, rubbery lips of Al Franken, to the lip-biting rapist, Bill Clinton, the creeps are being exposed by the women they abused. And the enablers – men and women who spewed fealty to women’s cause while enabling the powerful men around them to abuse their power, are also being exposed for their phoniness. Women have silently screamed for years, but that all changed with Harvey. Now women have united in one voice to say, “No more!”
And that is a breakthrough. The break-through didn’t come from women in pussy-hats, demanding rights they already have. It didn’t come from pitching against an imaginary threat to abortion, or a straw-man argument about equal pay. It came from standing for themselves and demanding respect, plain and simple. They are putting up the ‘don’t touch without my permission’ sign to all the jerks who never showed respect in the first place.
All those powerful men. Those articulate, educated, urbane and respected men who hold power over people’s lives. They are the cads who virtue signaled support to feminism with a hand on their crotch and a wink in their eye. Feminists didn’t bring them down, women did.
Women who took the Red Pill. Welcome to equality.
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Mention of the phrase ‘RC’ brings the smell of gas and freshly mowed grass, still wet from the sprinklers, together with the ‘Brrr…brrr…brrrriya-a-a-a’ sound of starting a single-cylinder engine. The memory is a blended life experience in a single draft. Thought of any one brings the taste of all together – it’s a personal memory meme.
We didn’t actually have RC airplanes, but line controlled planes that required standing in one place, flying in a circle, attached to the model by control strings. That seems quaint in the age of electric drones and ducted-fan jets, but they had the tactile feel of direct control. You could feel the plane go slack on the lines and have plenty of time to panic.
The meme is still the same. It conjures up Saturday mornings at the schoolyard, when you could take over the baseball field and fiddle for hours starting the engine for a ten minute flight.
If luck was with you, no essential part failed during the first flight, and two, or three more flights might follow, with the engine becoming increasingly difficult to start until finally refusing altogether.
Other kids would always come to watch. They often drifted away before the engine started, nevertheless, a few stuck around giving unwanted advice, to be rewarded with an opportunity to lay in the flight path and be strafed.
Today, most schoolyards and parks won’t allow such activities. Noise ordinances, I suppose. I hardly even flew those planes. Just the ambience the hobby creates is engaging. But there are hard core enthusiasts who take the hobby to a state-of-art I never imagined. Just watch these amazing craft and feel like a kid on Saturday morning.
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This weekend, I go to see my brother laid to rest. Jim, James Weldon Hall, Jr., Jimbo, Papa James. We called him lot’s of names.
Jim was my oldest brother, almost twenty years my senior. That made him different from an ordinary brother. His seniority carried more authority for me, like a mix between a brother and an uncle. Jim portrayed the best of both.
His kids were my age, so growing up, we all experienced his humor and pranks, his crankiness and even anger from knee-high on up. I never knew him when he was kid. He was always an adult, a father and a leader. Jim filled the role my Dad left when he passed, for the whole family.
So, the hole he leaves is large. The sorrow I feel, I’ve never known.
Even when my Mom passed-away a year ago, it didn’t affect me this way. Of course, at 101 and more than a decade since her stroke, it was something I was prepared for.
Jim’s fight with cancer was always going to end this way. No illusions about that. Except for Jim, he never allowed himself to believe it. My faith in him and what he believed, I think, made the expected seem a surprise.
Part of my sorrow is for those who never had a Jim in their life. Anyone who knew him knows exactly what I mean. All his family and friends knew him in a uniquely connected way, because he was always there for them. For those who have never had someone there for them, it must be hard.
I’ve been fortunate, so this wake at the Ranch will celebrate him for all the love he had for us. All the time he spent with us. All the things he showed us. About how to be generous and have a sense of humor. How to be responsible, yet still have a barrel of fun. How to be caring, but never overbearing.
We’ll have a few beers and cigars, and wish him on his way. No one can change the way it is. We can only miss him.
He was Pa at the Ponderosa, Shackleton on the Weddell Sea, the Marine, the man at the helm, the friend we looked up to, and the leader of our pack.
Anyone who had the fortune and misfortune of a trek in the desert at night with Jim knows, he loved adventure. He liked taking people out of their boxes and seeing them challenged – stuck in sand, or high centered on a rock – and it gave us a taste of what a life lived is all about. Because he was always there to get us out.
His ashes will be blown across the desert in a place he once roared in a dune buggy. A place he loved, where adventure, fun and family, love and caring, and a machine to tinker with were the only things that mattered.
Peace, love and caring. Family, friends and caring. These are the only things of true meaning. What the hell is wrong with our world? Not enough Jim’s, that’s what.
Adios Bro, with all my love.