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Pity The First Black (TV Show) Bachelor - As the Black Ladies Scream AT Him!

 
Oh my dear god!  I do pity Matt James, the first Black Bachelor on the (ABC) television show "The Bachelor" in 2020.  He is a doomed fellow and mainly from Black Women.  ABC has stuck their foot in it and if they are not careful, this will blow up in their faces.  Black Women will burn ABC to the ground!
 
Let's look at the situation:  In the past, the Bachelor has been White.  As you know, around 20 ladies are present to the Bachelor (or Bachelorette meets 20 some men when it's the woman's turn).  Through a series of dates, adventures and conversations, the Bachelor slowly trims down the number of women he's compatible with until he's left with a single woman whom he asks to be his girlfriend.  She then has the option of accepting or rejecting his offer.
 
Sometimes, if she rejects him she is offered the Bachelorette role in the next season.  So he may lose if he pledges his love for her, but many times it's win-win for her:  Love or become a star for a season.
 
However, it was recently pointed out that over 20 some seasons, there has never been a Black Bachelor.  Before you tsk-tsk-tsk at racist White America, you should know that as recently as 2018, the LOUDEST screams about the choices of Black men as to whom they want to date come from ... TADA! BLACK WOMEN!
 
No, I'm serious!  It is littered throughout TV shows and ESPECIALLY Black oriented TV shows.
 
Examples (from memory):
 
TV Show "Roc" (Fox TV, 1991-1994) S2E20:  The younger Black brother of Roc begins dating a White woman.  Now this was a respectable show deserving a larger audience than it received.  The writing was good, the subjects were honest and the overall aspect of the show was pretty good UNTIL I saw S2E20 -- The episode when Joey, the younger Black brother started dating a White woman.
Until that episode, Roc's, the older Black brother, wife (a Black Woman) was all about how bad racism was and how Black people never get a chance and all sorts of stuff like that.
But when Joey brought home a White woman, she shat a brick!  Screaming up and down the episode about how he was disrespecting his race, how she shouldn't be dating a WHITE women when there were plenty of "Black Sisters" in need of a Black man in their lives and other such B.S. as that.  She thought it was absolutely HORRIBLE that Joey would consider the White woman.
After that episode the show lost its appeal and the ratings REALLY began to slide.  Slowly a fine show sank beneath the water of "acceptable racism" when it came from a Black Woman.
Um, no;   it's not acceptable.
The funny part, for me, is in the episode, the White woman expected Joey to do things like hold the door open for her and treat her nicely and such, but in return she was constantly kind and considerate of him.  She compliments him on his trumpet playing and verbally recognized all his great qualities.
When the family finally convinces him to give his ex-girl friend (Black) another chance, she said "I don't need no one to open the door for me." Then she proceeded to tear down Joey with one insult after another.
I'm sitting there in shock:  Date the White woman who makes you feel good, or date the Black shrew who is constantly trying to make you feel bad.
Shit, screw the Black Woman!  I'd rather be happy than insulted all the time if all it cost me was opening the door for her and being nice in return.
But the Black wife on the series of anti-bigotry felt exempt from all the beliefs of the show when it came to Black men dating White women.

Another example is the "Bernie Mac Show" (Fox TV, 1991-1994) S3E5: The young male nephew takes the rite of passage for all Black men:  The neighborhood barber shop.  (Don't ask.)  During his trip to becoming a true black man, the nephew is given all the learned wisdom of the other Blacks at the show and reveals what he knows to his (Black) aunt and sister(s).  One of these gems is (paraphrased):  "The first two things a Black man gets after signing to play in the NBA is an Eldorado (car) and white woman!"
Well, the aunt goes through the roof!  Not on getting a fine woman but a fine WHITE woman!  No, no, no!  There are PLENTY of fine BLACK Women.  What do you want with a White woman?? Stay true to your race!

Final example, two different episodes of "Black-Ish", (ABC TV, 2014-2020 and beyond) S3E8 and S3E19 (I think).

In S3E8 the oldest Black son starts dating a White woman.  In this episode the half-Black mother has issues with the three-quarters Black son dating outside his race.

In the second episode, S3E19, the elder women STRONGLY object to seeing a scornful looking Black Woman changed into a White woman by a bottle of booze being poured over her.  It wasn't that the scornful woman became a fun woman, it was that the Black Woman became a White woman.

So let's look at pile of crap ABC has stepped in during the coming season of "Bachelor."

In past episodes of Bachelor, there have been Black ladies to choose from.  For "some reason" a White man choosing a Black woman is not an issue.  So when or if the Bachelor found himself being pulled toward a Black woman, no one was upset.

So let's assume the Black Bachelor will have some White women among the choices.

Heaven help him if he feels a pull toward a White woman and prepare for riots if he actually chooses the White woman.  All of this will play out onscreen, so the pull and final choice will ring true or false in front of all of America to see.

The Whites, many of them, will probably cheer.  But if past Black shows are any guide, the Black man being attracted to or choosing the White woman will be seen as a "race traitor!" and possibly (mostly) by Black Women.

Imagine Black Women rising up, claiming that "once again the pretty White woman has stolen the prime Black man from his race and the Black Women who need him."

Who cares how he feels?  What matters, these women will scream, is that he remains true to his race!

So suppose he purposely chooses a Black woman when he seems to be getting along with the White woman more.  Then the whole show will ring false and all viewers will abandon the show.

Then there's a worse aspect:  For better or for worse, Blacks only make up 12% of Americans.  While it may prove interesting for a while, if you eliminate any White women too early, you risk turning this season into a "Black Show."  At 12%, if this becomes known as a “Black Show” it may not generate the ratings needed for a prime time show on a major network.

Yeah.  This season has a mighty fine link to walk and if it tilts in any direction, it could be in for a disastrous finish.

What is the best solution?  Turn it into a Black Show from the start.  Have the Bachelor quest after only Black women.  This way, the only thing they need to do is keep it interesting.  Racist shouts and feelings of race betrayal are avoided.  The ratings will depend on the entertainment value of watching Blacks dance the mating game.

Oh well.  The start of the season will reveal what to expect for the finish.  Will Black women feel betrayed or will viewers?  Will they run it as a Black show and keep their fingers crossed.

Huh.  This could be interesting after all.

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I have a magical life.  

No, I don't mean I have a wondrous life that seems magical at times, I mean that I have a life which involves magical beings, creatures, circumstances and even artifacts.
 
I am reminded of this today because of a recent event.  I have quite a few magical items.  I have an extremely heavy statue that I named Humphrey because he has an "H" carved into his base.  (See picture.)  Before I found him at the bottom of an elevator shaft, he'd been used in college "spelling" events.  I know this because he has candle wax covering his head.
 
Now some of you may point out you've seen this figure in stores and garden shops, and I will admit I've spotted his cousins from time to time as well, but mine is unique in a couple of ways:  First he is VERY heavy.  When I first picked up one of the copies of him found "elsewhere" I was surprised at how light it was compared to Humphrey.
 
The second special aspect is that when you asked Humphrey a question, if he seems to smile in response, then the answer is "Yes;" if he seems to frown the answer is "No".  He's sort of like a limited "Magic Eight Ball" (which has a multitude of ways of answering Yes or No question), Humphrey answers questions by smiling or frowning, "Yes" or "No."
 
While the smile and frowning are very, very subtle, I've had people ask Humphrey a question and then back away shocked because they SWORE he either just smiled or frowned at them.
 
Unfortunately Humphrey will get tired of answering your questions and eventually stop responding , remaining stone-still.
 
I have discussed elsewhere how I loan out some of the unused or underused rooms of my house.  My view is "why keep the rooms here if I'm not really going to use it?"  So, as discussed in another post, I allow my spare room to be used by people elsewhich who might need a spare room but don't really want the hassle of creating one.
 
I use the word elsewhich because I'm sure the room goes elsewhere I'm not sure if it maintains the same elsewhen of my current home.  For all I know, when it disappears for a few weeks, it could be spending YEARS and YEARS elsewhen and then coming back as needed.
 
I do know that whichever it goes to generally has the same atmosphere and conditions as my current home.  I know this because it has never returned destroyed or altered by exposure to starkly different environments.
 
What had me thinking about this is because I have a Medicine Bag.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with Injun lore, medicine bags are small bags that you place items of power in.  Or items with special meanings to you.  Or just lucky tokens.
 
The bags themselves are small and indistinct.  Mine is about 2 inches tall and an inch or so wide.
 
Whatever you put into the bag is up to you, but you VERY RARELY open the bag.  You carry it with you at all times so it's magic can influence your life but sometimes you lose track of what you Medicine Bag contains.
 
However it is an EXTREMELY (for me) religious item and it NOT to be opened under any most normal circumstances.  You can X-ray mine, scan it, have a drug detecting dog sniff it, but you must NEVER open it!
 
Now I will admit I opened mine in the last 10 years.  A few years ago, the previous bag was becoming a raged mess and seams were starting to pop.  So I went to a CLEAN MAGIC or White Light Magic shop -- they deal in herbs, crystals and Good Magic and Holy items -- and got a new bag.  Then I carefully transferred the items over and recorded what each item in the bag was.  Somewhere in my collection of data is a write-up of what's in my medicine bag.
 
In addition to the (Good) magical influence it gives my life, like seasoning to a steak, it is very handy when dealing with those who doubt my Injun ancestry.  Few are the American Indians or people arguing such people who can respond to me when I state that not only do I have Indian Ancestry in my genes, but I bet my medicine bag is older than theirs!  A lot of people, including Injuns, don't take such aspects seriously.
 
But most people familiar with American Indian lore, ancestry and references know how sacred such things are and if you have one, especially one you've been carrying for over 20 years, then you are what you say you are.
 
The thing is, like most of my magical items, it disappears from time to time.  When it is around, it travels with me everywhere.  It s transferred from pants to pants and never ever leaves my possession ... unless it does.
 
Like my spare bedroom, and many other magical items I possess, occasionally my medicine bag just simply vanishes.  Where and when it goes to I couldn't begin to guess, but I'm imbued a lot of my special items with enough magical aspect to make them somewhat sentient and self-aware.  Being magically based, they sometimes fold time-space and go, as noted before, elsewhich.
 
Except that, being a medicine bag, it doesn't need to maintain itself for where it wanders.  So for all I know, it may go elsewhat.  Not only some other place or some other time not, some other totally bending of reality location where it spends time doing things incomprehensible and uncomprehensible to my (semi) human mind and perspectives.
 
However, like a roaming, mildly feral dog, eventually it finds its way back to me and I will return it to its function of being with me always and adding a little, good magic -- White Lighter, Good -- to my existence.
 
Last night I found it sitting on my desk after being missing-in-action for several months.
 
I can't help but wonder what its return might indicate is coming up in my life.  Whatever is coming, I hope the return of this positive influence upon my life will aid me while it does.
 
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Eating Comics -- The Other Things …

 
*References to everything listed in the last post -- go read it if you haven't or just live life LARGE and move forward!
 
Comic Book Stores:  You NEVER been to a comic book store???  SERIOUSLY??? Look, do yourself a mighty good favor.  Like taking a shower, a visit to a comic book store opens the pores, stimulates the senses and stuns you as you experience it and leaves you tingly afterwards.
 
Comic Book Stores are NOT those corner shops that sell comic books from days gone by.  Not any more.  They are vibrant, open spaces, filled wall to wall with comics of every imagination!  The comics they sell run comics books from for small kids, for children, for teens, adults and VERY adult.  THEN they add on paraphernalia of every imaginable kind!  Posters, statues, busts.  Action shots, posed shots, adventure shots.  T-shirts, dresses, masks.  Toys, collectables, transformers!
 
Do yourself a MIGHTY GOOD THING!  Look up the local comic book store, even if in the nearby big city.  GO!  On a Saturday adventure day, GO!  Plan to spend an hour or two.  GO!  Without any expectations.  This ain't yer daddy's comic book store -- Opps!  Actually it is!  He's over in the DC collectables area lookin' fer a good Green Lantern shirt! <Big Smile>
 
National Used Book Store Chains:  Please tell me you have gone into at least one National Used Book Store Chains in the last year or so!  Like the comic book stores, these places are a Universe unto themselves.  Filled with not only well priced books, but CDs, DVDs, Blu-Rays, AND VINYLS!!!!  -- Yes, the provider of rich sounds from before the 2010s, vinyl records, whose sultry sounds are making a comeback among those who prefer their music smooth and less digital.
 
But vinyl records are a different posting, right now we are talking about the comic books found in these stores.
 
And find them you shall!  Sometimes complete collections, sometimes not, but always (and definitely) priced to sell!  The comics you seek may or may not be here, likely cheaper than you imagined.  But buy quickly because you see today can also disappear in a Flash tomorrow!  So seek and yea shall find … today, but tomorrow you may come up dry!  So if you find it, then buy it.
 
Speaking of which, once you tasted the national chain used book store ("Half Priced Books" is an excellent starting point) go and visit their cousins:  Used Book Store and New Book Store and even Book Store!
 
 
Used Book Store IS that little shop in the odd place your parent's parents used to speak of.  Some cobbled together by collectors, others put together with purpose.  I discovered Used Book Stores in old churches, tiny rooms in malls, and even once in the 20 or so rooms of an otherwise empty house -- Yes, seriously!  A man living by himself had a room for himself, a kitchen and his bathroom, but every other room in the house was filled with wall to wall books.  Aisle after aisle after aisle!  
 
 
The New Book Stores are coffee shops.  Children reading hours.  Gab shops.  Creative projects.  They are evolving into fun, HUMAN places.  Go!  Become a HUMAN again!  Plus they have NEW books of everything under the sun!  From books you'll use to impress strangers who visit your home to items that you'll fall asleep reading.  The New Book store has evolved and does things the Internet will never do.  The HUMAN in you will thank you for the adventure!
 
And then there is:  The Book Store.  This is the library, it's the non-chain store, the places you find on a stroll through town.  Welcoming, bright and cozy, The Book Store is a place where you experience life again.  The general book store is usually a like a personal pleasure someone has that they have decided to share with others.  The Book Store is a place you find readers when there are no customers.  If you have a favorite book series or even one book you've read dozens of times, The Book Store is where you go to share and exchange the experiences those books brought you.
 
Yeah, you can do such things on-line, but online uses just one sense.  Going to The Book Store and discussing your reads can, at times, use all your senses.  The difference between discussing books on-line and doing so at a The Book Store is the difference between washing your hands and soaking in a warm tub.
 
You have my word on this.
 
Gaming Sessions - At Comic Book Stores:  One of the biggest secret for MANY comic book stores is that they either host or know where the monthly, weekly or even nightly gaming groups meet.  These are not the private groups but those where people who have never "gamed" or haven't "gamed" in a while can come and duke it out.
 
You probably know the reference or seen it on the recent TV show "Big Bang Theory."  People, yes men AND women, gather to use something called "their imagination" to travel on a directed adventure.  The general name of the person directing the adventure, no matter what the game, is the "The Dungeon Master."  The D.M. provides the flexible plot and direction the adventure travels.  Backed by random chance provided by the most unusual dice you've ever seen -- not just six sided dice (D6) here but up to 120 sides (D120) on a single die.  The “D” value indicates the number of sides on the die and runs from a D2 to a D120 die.  That's right, a die (a single dice) with 120 sides to it.  The normal die you are familiar with, the six-sided die, is a D6.  The D2?  It is basically a coin flip.
 
Trivia point about die:  The numbers on the bottom and on the top of a roll add up to the number of numbers on the die, plus one.  Roll a normal 6 sided die (D6).  If a 6 is on top, a 1 is on the bottom, adding up to 7.  3's are opposite of 4 and 5's opposite is 2.  All the opposite sides adding up to 7 or the sides adding up to six (sides) plus one.
 
The gaming sessions are mental adventures boosted by random chance.  You also get a sense of bonding you cannot get from the internet.  The people you are playing with, against or for are there with you.  Snide remarks, stupid jokes, and smiles all items you cannot get as easily over a cable and through a screen.
 
All items you'll talk about for hours after the last die has been rolled.
 
You honestly have to experience it to understand what I'm talking about.
 
Finally, Board Gaming Societies:  If you are lucky enough to live in the proper places or lucky enough to have the resources to start your own, you simply MUST find or create a board gaming society.  The one I am aware of is called CABS -- Columbus Area Boardgaming Society.
 
Image all the board games you may have as a child.  Everything from Candyland to chess to checkers to Monopoly.  Now imagine adding things such as "Apples to Apple", "Connect 4" and others you may have seen but never had.  After adding those to your pile, imagine discovering that there are professional game makers ALL over the world!  Dice based, spinner based, word based, even gravity based games in almost infinite combinations and paying instructions.  I once played an auto racing game, WITH shifting options, using dice, a shift indicator and curved track on a board three feet long!  The number of times I crashed into the walls numbed me!  While some how I didn't finish last, I did come in next to.
 
Finally pile on the experience some pizzas, sub sandwiches, BYO buffets, cookies, pies, cakes (home-made and store bought).  Some free, some a dollar a section.  Drinks of all type, including a few wine coolers.
 
Then you sprinkle the whole event with roars of laughter, screams of defeat, cries of angst and jumps of joy, all lasting from the end of the workday until possibly Four-in-the-Morning and beyond.  One night I became friends with a group of people who included the owner of a chain of Chinese restaurants and we all left the gaming session to hang out at one of his restaurants where he made us a very late Chinese meal while his prep people were arriving to prepare the foods for the restaurant's operation that day.
 
If you have all of those in a large conference room, then there's a chance you have discovered a gaming society.
 
How popular is the local gathering?  There have been times they meet 6 times a week, almost every night of the week.  Twice a week they had adult only gatherings just simply to keep the noise down and possibly making the game playing a little fairer -- no leeway given because the opponent was young and learning.
 
On the weekends, the game play might start at noon on one day and end at noon on the next.
 
The group I visited had a nightly entry fee of $2 or as a member, for $15 you could get in all month.  Family rates were even better.  The fees were mostly as a token payment to the business whose rooms we were using.
 
Being member also gave you an option of "borrowing" a game for a week or so.  You could take a game home for "family fun night."  
 
The games come from all over:  Board game makers will send games in development for reviews by the players.  Foreign gaming societies will send you their games for one of yours.
 
When I went, they had cabinets of board games.  The number of games topped 100, so it was rare to find one you've play twice in one night or even one month.
 
You would go up to the cabinets and stand until one or several others approached.  You would make it known you were looking for a game to play and they would offer to play with you.  Then you'd look over the titles and choosing the one which match your agreed upon desire.  You'd wander off to a clear table somewhere and play.  Some games gathered audiences, and some people had partners they always played with.  Nothing was forced and everyone had fun.
 
Honestly?  It is rare that I see so many diverse people gathered in one place, laughing, smiling and having this much fun.  Families, WHOLE families, gathered for gaming.  Many of the people in attendance were good, church going folk just having fun.  There were kids learning the joys of success and the agony of defeat. Many people were more than willing to explain the reasons behind the strategy they were using against their opponents once the game had been won or lost.
 
I will note that the people in the room deeply guarded the "family friendly" aspects of the setting.  Drunks, druggies and people who became "excessive" were invited to leave and sometimes forced to do so.  This was a FAMILY and FRIENDLY gathering of board game players.  As such, people relaxed, enjoyed but did not put up with those wanting to cause troubles.
 
Everyone else was invited and welcomed.  Everyone relaxed and had fun, either participating, observing or sometimes napping between games or between sessions.
 
So, after you’ve re-discovered comic books -- REAL, hold-in-your-hands, comic books and a vast paraphernalia they have these days, and after you've further collected used issues to keep you reading up, then go back to allow a Dungeon Master to control your fate and destiny until you ever find or start a local board gaming society.
 
People sometimes ask me what it's like to go to other worlds.  I smile and then take them on a tour of their own world in places like these they've never knew existed just minutes away from home.
 
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Eating Comics Books, Licking Pickles on a Monitor and Other Things …

Comic Books!  Those soft, little gems of childhood, adolescence, teen years and a re-association in every phase of a man's life you can imagine.  A woman's as well, but not so much.
To be honest, comic books are, as much anything is, a life acquisition, like pickles.  You are introduced to pickles and either you find the experience fun or it is distasteful.  The middle ground is lightly populated.  I do not like pickles but my siblings consume the things by the boat load.
Thus it is with comic books.
EXCEPT these days, comics can, if you look, be found on-line.  Pffft!  As though licking a screen shot of a pickle would have the same results as a pickle in your hands, thus it is with comic books.  You do not read comic books on-line.  You NEED to go out and experience comic books.  While you are out there, there are other things you need to discover as well.  Which is why on a recent social media website the following exchange was beheld*:
 
The Comic Book Thread, The Question: Is there a place online to read these comics?
 
The Answer:  Pffft! On-line! NOTHING beats the smell, feel and taste of a good, ol' comic in your hands!
Or the crisp, sharp, edgy feel of a new one!
 1st: Google or DuckDuckGo for your local comic book shop. Then go and get lost in not only their fresh displays but also their collectibles, paraphernalia and other intangibles you can't experience "on-line"!
While you're there pick up some bags and a few boards. You may need them.
 2nd: Take whatever money you have left to almost any national used book store chain and look over the used comic book selections they have!
Next head back to the local comic book shop and tell'em <someone> told you to ask them about their gaming sessions.

 O-M-G! Talk about experiences you'll never know from "on-line"!!! When was the last time you stumbled home at 4:00 AM not drunk but exhausted and smilin' from ear ta ear? Replaying your actions and reactions to games you never imagined existing? Listen to yer wife or bedmate groan as you won't shut up about the surprise move you made or the lucky throw of the dice you got which saved you and your group from certain doom!

 Finally, when you wake up a half a day later, go back on-line and search for the nearest board gaming society/group/gathering! Drag the aforementioned bedmate to one of these board game society meetings; in some places they meet almost every single night.  Be prepared to enter a semi-secret society of adults -- and occasional kids -- playing endless, endless board games the likes of which you would not imagine! Games from overseas, games in development, old favorites and new undiscovered games, played by constantly changing random groups of people accompanied by massive pizza orders, ice cold drinks of all kinds, and screams of joy mixed with groans of angst!
Once again, you'll stumble home at 4:00 AM but this time you AND your bedmate will laugh, cry and giggle over the night you just experienced.
Then, the morning of the following day when you finally wake up, you'll discover the stack of comics that started this whole journey of exhausting rapture. As you sip your wakey-wakey drink of choice, trying to pull your life back together, you'll find yourself tumbling into the lives of the Kents, the battles of the Wayne, and even the politics of the Guardians and another half day will disappear as you tumble about in the closest thing you can find to Heaven on Earth.
On-line comics!  PFFT!  As if!
Kid! Dare to step out that door and discover an existence you'll find taking you to heights you never imagined!
 
 
"On-line? Where we're going we don't need 'on-line'!"
 
*See Next Post to clarify the referenced items!
 
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Eating Comics -- The Other Things …

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Eating Comics Books, Licking Pickles on a Monitor and Other Things …

Comic Books!  Those soft, little gems of childhood, adolescence, teen years and a re-association in every phase of a man's life you can imagine. A woman's as well, but not so much.
To be honest, comic books are, as much anything is, a life acquisition, like pickles.  You are introduced to pickles and either you find the experience fun or it is distasteful.  The middle ground is lightly populated.  I do not like pickles but my siblings consume the things by the boat load.
Thus it is with comic books.
EXCEPT these days, comics can, if you look, be found on-line.  Pffft!  As though licking a screen shot of a pickle would have the same results as a pickle in your hands, thus it is with comic books.  You do not read comic books on-line.  You NEED to go out and experience comic books.  While you are out there, there are other things you need to discover as well. Which is why on a recent social media website the following exchange was beheld*:

 The Comic Book Thread, The Question: Is there a place online to read these comics?

The Answer:  Pffft! On-line! NOTHING beats the smell, feel and taste of a good, ol' comic in your hands!
Or the crisp, sharp, edgy feel of a new one!
 1st: Google or DuckDuckGo for your local comic book shop. Then go and get lost in not only their fresh displays but also their collectibles, paraphernalia and other intangibles you can't experience "on-line"!
While you're there pick up some bags and a few boards. You may need them.
2nd: Take whatever money you have left to almost any national used book store chain and look over the used comic book selections they have!
 Next head back to the local comic book shop and tell'em <someone> told you to ask them about their gaming sessions.

 O-M-G! Talk about experiences you'll never know from "on-line"!!! When was the last time you stumbled home at 4:00 AM not drunk but exhausted and smilin' from ear ta ear? Replaying your actions and reactions to games you never imagined existing? Listen to yer wife or bedmate groan as you won't shut up about the surprise move you made or the lucky throw of the dice you got which saved you and your group from certain doom!

Finally, when you wake up a half a day later, go back on-line and search for the nearest board gaming society/group/gathering! Drag the aforementioned bedmate to one of these board game society meetings; in some places they meet almost every single night.  Be prepared to enter a semi-secret society of adults -- and occasional kids -- playing endless, endless board games the likes of which you would not imagine! Games from overseas, games in development, old favorites and new undiscovered games, played by constantly changing random groups of people accompanied by massive pizza orders, ice cold drinks of all kinds, and screams of joy mixed with groans of angst!
Once again, you'll stumble home at 4:00 AM but this time you AND your bedmate will laugh, cry and giggle over the night you just experienced.

Then, the morning of the following day when you finally wake up, you'll discover the stack of comics that started this whole journey of exhausting rapture. As you sip your wakey-wakey drink of choice, trying to pull your life back together, you'll find yourself tumbling into the lives of the Kents, the battles of the Wayne, and even the politics of the Guardians and another half day will disappear as you tumble about in the closest thing you can find to Heaven on Earth.

On-line comics!  PFFT!  As if!
 Kid! Dare to step out that door and discover an existence you'll find taking you to heights you never imagined!

"On-line? Where we're going we don't need 'on-line'!"

*See Next Post to clarify the referenced items!
 
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They Fell

 Carol Burnett, TV and stage star of the late 20th century, used to tug on one of her ears at the end of her TV show to signal to her watching family that things were well. It is said that after years of doing so her tugged ear hung an inch or so lower than the other.
One of the things I've always felt was good about bras, especially sports bras that, besides eliminating bounce (+/-), they also slowed down sag. Many were the topless photos from strange lands we've see as boys where the tits hung down, down, down the woman's body while in today's world, either by the lifelong use of restraints or via plastic surgery -- I do not know for sure* -- there are 60 even seventy year old breasts (or rather breasts on 70 on women years old, since the breast is never the age of the person) which still have a perkiness about them and do not, not always, hang to the belly button and beyond. 
For men, and as an overweight, older man, I used to credit my tight shirts with preventing my belly from developing AND falling! The pressure of one size too small T-Shirts, either by accident or design, kept me looking trim and the effect carried over even without the T-shirts worn 24/7. The fat did not freely travel as much so my shape remained, more or less, boxy than apple.
In addition to this, my preference of briefs over boxers also kept things in place. My entire body, from stem to stern, lashed together like the riggings on a sailboat; preventing anything from shall we say, falling overboard. 
Then came the COVID-19 virus scare of 2020. As civilization fell and people were confined to their homes (I had nowhere to go anyway) I found my clothing slowing disappearing. "Who needs shirts and t-shirts when this nice fuzzy robe is warm and never needs washed?" 
Eventually, it seems, I also lost my underpants. 
I am not quite sure WHEN it happened; I only remember a rare knock on my door and thinking, "Opps! No underwear! Keep the robe closed!" 
Thus I became, for a time, that reclusive gent down the street who lives in the dark house and is only dressed in a robe -- for a time -- hopefully ending soon. But then something bad, bad, bad happened.  A warning from those who had lived before me finally arrived!  A warning of something that should have happened back 10-20 years ago but never really occurred so I forgot about it. 
This last weekend -- they fell. 
Yes, THEY. 
I went to sleep in my robe, a normal, happy man-thing and woke up a Brahma bull. 
Oh my goodness! 
You notice this the moment you get up to pee. Where yesterday you hopped out of bed -- as much as any 240 year old man can hop out of bed – to take that morning whiz as happy as anything to have survived the night terrors, and the next day you hope out of bed and say, "DAMN! What did I run into?" It doesn't take very many steps until the answer comes back, "Yourself!" WHAT??? WAIT A MINUTE! Correction, pee first -- CAREFULLY pee first and THEN: "WHAT??!!?! What is going on here?" 
You look down and suddenly realize you do NOT have four knees -- the two you have loved all your life and two new, smaller ones, but rather the long predicted has happened and the boys have fallen in the battle of life.
 Woo-wee (and not in a nice way), what a change this brings into your life!
 You think to yourself, “No longer will I be able to use the phrase, ‘I’m just like you.  I put my pants on one leg at a time.’.”  Nope!  Now it will be:  “First leg first, careful with the load!, and last leg last.”
 No long will I jump into my pants on the floor -- outer, inner or under -- as I did in the past.  Now I shall have to jump into the pants on the floor and wait for the swinging to stop before pulling them up.
 I now have an appreciation for slowly walking along the beaten path, rather a quick, beating walk along that same path.  Now the beating I take when walking fast has a lot more notice than in the past!
A few years back, a precursor to this was given to me when I discovered that, for some reason, riding my bike reminded me more of those ancient toys, the Clackers more than the fun times I had a small child.
These days, if you see me sitting with my legs angled like a pretty girl showing her ankles, pray you do not see possible ankles from the bottom of my outerwear.
My outerwear!  I had forgotten!  In days past, ratty underwear was not an issue even while in gym shorts.  But now gym shorts will need to be paired with complete, secure underwear.  Otherwise, any exercise could be one where the looks I am getting shall not be in admiration of my hardened “guns” but of my need for longer gym shorts!
Shoot!  As I consider my new life, I cannot but wonder if there is some sort of “confinement” type of garment I am supposed to wear from here on out.  I keep imagining some sort of “backpack” but worn a LOT lower and perhaps in the front.**
 ** UPDATED:  Turns out there is.  It’s called a “Mankini” and if my abs looked like his I wouldn’t mind the need to wear it.  But they don’t so I do.
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 My only hope is that when I go in for my last operation in this form, a few years from now, in addition to ridding the excessive skin (as they did in a previous surgery) they might be able to lessen my hang time by a couple of inches as well.
 Until then, I guess I’ll just walk more slowly and with greater care as well as keeping my undies as whole as possible so that the carrying aspects continue.
 Who knows?  Maybe if I start wearing underwear again, the nature absorption of skin will occur (it really does) and my luggage rack will go back to a carry-on rather than the check-in it currently is.
 *Note from above:  When speaking of some of the benefits of bras, there is a secret that possibly not even all women know about.
I had some “plastic surgery” years ago.  After some drastic weight loss, I had some excess skin removed.
I was given a pamphlet disk (CD) of before and after views of what plastic surgery could do for a person, man or woman.  As I explored the disk outside the programmed presentation, I was surprised to discover a treasure trove of before and after photos included on the disk for different presentations.  Gentlemen, and possibly some ladies, you have NO IDEA the shaping and maneuvering a bra gives to some women.
I am, and have been, beyond the giggle and pointing phase of life for most of my life.  Many are the physical mutants and people of “different dressed” activities who are surprised when I treat them like people and not the various aspects they either possess or display.
 Thus it was that when I stumbled upon the giant collection of “before” photos on the plastic surgery disk, my eyes widened and my mouth went “Oh my god!”
 Oh, this goes WAY beyond one breast hanging a foot down further than another.  This goes WAY beyond an “innie” breast that is almost belly button in aspects.
 No, no, no.  There are breast out there that are pyramid in shape.  Some that look like poorly constructed balloon animals, and others that ... even to this day I cannot accurately describe.  Let us just say that “All breasts have NOT been created equal.” and leave it at that.
I also learned that plastic surgeons also correct a LOT of stomach deformations I never would have imagined existed outside of science-fiction make-up department.
 So let’s just also say that if having children does not fix the issue, or if the issue comes AFTER the children have been weaned, please, go to a plastic surgeon for a consult.  After viewing these endless examples, I can assure you, there are very, very few oddities a plastic surgeon has not seen, even if only in pictures.
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You guys don't understand! -- This is a Chinese Military experiment gone wrong.

 
You guys don't understand!  This virus is a military experiment gone wrong.
 
The Chinese Military is in trouble.  They keep having failure after failure after failure!  They are looking for a success.  They would love to deliver Hong Kong to the Leadership but they can't.
 
Gone are the days when they could gather peasants from rice paddies, give them pretend guns and no bullets and send them into to absorb the first shots of any invasions or attacks.
 
Do you know what the Military used to do?  Back in the 1940's, 1950's, 60's, the early days.  They used to roll trucks into villages, gather peasants from fields -- stupid, stupid peasants -- from fields and give them old rifles,  Some of these rifles fell apart WHILE THEY WERE BEING HELD!  A few times the Military leaders tried to give them wooden, fake rifles but the peasants knew that rifles had to have moving parts.
 
Then they would line up the peasants in the jungles and beat or shoot at them to attack the Americans or whoever they were fighting against.  The people being attacked would waste eighty-percent of their ammo on these people in the first waves.  Once most of the ammo had been exhausted, the real troops WITH REAL WEAPONS would move in.
 
Sometimes the military leaders would send in these first waves with limited or no bullets at all.
 
You would not believe some of the stories my demonic associates* would tell me.  They would watch these battles laughing themselves silly.  Some of the smarter peasants were shown desperately clawing at the bodies of their fallen comrades, those who had been killed, desperately searching pockets and supplies for one God Damned bullet!  "JUST ONE DAMNED BULLET!  PLEASE DEAR GOD!  LET ME FIND JUST ONE BULLET FOR MY GUN!"
 
Unfortunately, the Chinese government had killed all the Chinese gods.  All that was left was the government as god that god was currently killing them.
 
*In case you were wondering, my Angelic associates, if they talk about these events, talk about comforting as many of these peasants as they can.
 
THIS, dear friends, is why some of the first rushing waves of Chinese attackers would rush the American troops so violently.  If they could JUST REACH the American lines, maybe they could grab a REAL gun, figure out how to use it and kill someone before they died.
 
 
But they never made it.  Even without bullets, the American soldiers were better trained than the Chinese pheasant.  It was only through sheer numbers that the first waves would get through.  By then there was little time for anyone who made it that far to grab a working rifle and hope there were bullets in it to use.
 
The battle fields would run red with the blood of men who, two or three weeks before, had been happily tending crops back in their village.
 
 
Look at the records.  The people responding to the virus outbreak are from the Military, NOT from the Government branch of the CCP.  They, the Military, needed a success. 
 
So they decided to play God … again.  This time they tried playing god with viruses.  When it went sideways they couldn't let the Government side no how badly it had failed.
 
Sadly, the virus hadn't failed.  It was more powerful than they imagined.  It spread faster than predicted.  Their response made it worse.
 
Just like in the old days, they chose ignorant peasants in a food market place as the bodies to experiment on.  But this time the people saw that getting sick meant the Military would appear and then you "disappeared" -- forever.  These days, Chinese KNOW what it means people start "disappearing."
 
So anyone getting sick, ran!  RAN! As fast and as far as they could, they ran!  Sometimes they would hide in plain site.  Then, once they had gotten as far as they could, they began coughing.
 
And coughing.
 
And coughing.
 
Eventually they HAD to check into a hospital.
 
Where they coughed some more.
 
Some lived:  The strongest.  The most fit.  The ones who had enough money to pay for the extra "free medical care" they needed to survive.
 
Some lived.
 
But many died.
 
In their wake they left behind the virus, spreading it to others.
 
By the time the Military showed up to make people disappear, the virus was spread wide.  The Military couldn't collect them all!  THIS is why they began SEALING the sick in their houses!  Welding doors shut, putting bars on their windows to prevent the sick from getting out.
 
The Military couldn't allow ANOTHER failure!  They are already facing HUGE internal pressures from the Government side of the leadership.
 
 
Those old days of killing off people without consequence are gone.
 
Speaking of which:  Remember when I wrote of my associate demons laughing themselves silly at the smart peasants searching their fallen comrades for just a single working bullet?
 
Well, that was for the first dozens or so times it happened.  When you see the desperation of the first few, for the first few moments, my demonic associates cheered and laughed and made rude comments.
 
But after the twentieth time?  The fortieth?  The hundredth time?  Eventually all the jokes, the joking and the comments get stale.
 
Eventually, even demons get tired of the hopelessness, of the pleas, of the slaughter.
 
Don't get me wrong.  Some demons FEED on this stuff!  In their business, in their chosen profession, they will go far.
 
But most demons are more like garbage men.  They corrupt, they harvest, they enjoy a good haul just like anyone cleaning out a trashed filled world would.
 
But honestly?  Sometimes they can't stand the smell any more than most garbage men can.
 
Lacking any God to answer to the Chinese Military prove that when you have no god you have no compassion.
 
And the CPP is no god.
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Happy Bullsh*t Day

I think the funniest thing is the number of employees I keep encountering who are "obeying the instructions" but not in the manner it was intended. Oh, they are "wearing" their masks, but not really in the way expected. In addition to this, when they spot me (and practically everyone else not wearing a stupid mask) we exchange these glances that seem to say, "Happy bullsh*t day" to which my glance replies, "Happy bullsh*t day. Still at it, eh?" Final reply, in the glance, "Hey! I'm wearing a f*cking bullsh*t mask, aren't I?" And I laugh a little and keep moving. 
The areas of town I'm in are a bit more realistic than other people's. They seem to know this is all just a bunch of bullsh*t they are being forced to follow.
Fucking Governor DeWine.
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Ohio′s Dictator of Health Amy is showing them what Dictator Hillary would have been like!

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TOOOO FUNNY TO KEEP TO MYSELF!!!!
With the Dictator of Health making rules for living in Ohio, Ohio is learning first hand what it would have been like if Hillary would have won.
What Dictator of Health Amy is doing to the state, Dictator Hillary would have done to the country:
Lost jobs. Locked up people in their own homes, Force people to wear approved clothing items. Closed down schools. Closed down non-centralized businesses. … The list goes on. 
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How Democrats Turn Red States Blue.

(This is stolen from a guy in Ohio, but expresses the thoughts of many.  MAKE SURE you read the follow-up at the end.  The castro-like dictator governor of Ohio is a RINO named Mike DeWine.)
I am a Conservative Republican, BUT:
What a great time to be a Democrat politician in state of Ohio. This is probably the best time in history they have ever had to turn the state blue.
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Do you realize that every single democrat running for office should have at the top of the poster a monochrome shot of their opponent with the words "Where was Joe Smith when Governor DeWine was destroying Ohio?" while below would be me in full color pointing at the voter saying "I would have stopped him!"
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At every debate, manipulate the first question into a statement saying the current representative didn't stop DeWine, then whenever the Republican made a good point simply reply, "And yet you failed to stop DeWine!" or "Too bad you didn't stop DeWine with the same promises."
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While woman looks at her bad hair, a voice-over is saying "You weren't able to get your hair done", show DeWine and his doctor getting his hair done for a press conference. "DeWine and his doctor didn't have that problem."
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Show the empty shelves at grocery stores and then do a slow crawl of the number of deaths during the last flu and this flu, showing how the last flu was a LOT worse than this one.
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When someone points out that DeWines actions prevented higher deaths just say that DeWine felt a rain drop on his cheek and had everyone scream at the clouds until they went away and then claimed it was his actions which caused the rain to go away.
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Then show the constitution and go down the Bill of Rights and tick off the rights DeWine eliminated.
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I'm serious: Only a stupid Democrat wouldn't take this moment and grab the conservative high ground and simply make every single statement into "The current legislator didn't stop DeWine and I would have! -- Elect me!"
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Seriously!
THE CURE:
Both the ORNC and the ODNC have seen the above post about the lack of Republican legislators stopping DeWine.
There is ONE defense against the anger in that post (and with all of us). ONE defense: Pass legislation OVER the Governor's VETO that will prevent this from ever happening again. Both the ORNC and the ODNC have the post about the opportunity the DNC has now. Only the RNC has the only cure. Pass it or we go Blue.
Unless the Governor declares Martial Law, he cannot do these acts in the future.
Unless a people in an area are examined with more than 75% infection can it be assumed ALL those living in that area are affected. <-- This last one prevents a future Governor from declaring the black sections of town "possible" infection points and locking up ALL the residents "just to be safe" like DeWine did the population of Ohio.
The returning legislators have ONE chance to save their jobs -- unless the ODNC is simply too stupid to take over.
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Okay, so here's what's going to happen in China by September 2020 and why.

Before September of 2020 expect the following to come to a head:  The Chinese Government will take over the Chinese Military.
"I thought they were one in the same."
 Don't interrupt me.  Just keep reading.
 China, the Chinese Communist Party consists of two parts:  The Military and the Government.  When the CCP was throwing people out of Universities and out of cities and into rice fields, the Military handled all of this while the Government side dictated the parameters of the new and growing country.  The Military quashed rebellion, enforced gun laws, and would go through the rice paddies, collecting the newly created peasants for all sorts of events:  War in Viet Nam, war in Korea, war in Mongolia, war ... well, wherever bodies were needed, the Military would collected ignorant peasants, give them substandard weapons and limited bullets, and send them into the conflict ahead of the REAL military troops.  The easily replaced peasants absorbed all the first round casualties and the more experienced troops followed to inflict the real damage.
However, time moved forward, Nixon traveled to China and the CCP discovered it was easy to make money by selling products made by slave labor to countries with gold.  It was also easy to insert military objectives into some of the products going out so that while the enemies of the CCP suffered, the leadership grew wealthy.
To maintain this money growth, the peasants had to move back into the cities and learn new skills.  They had to master computers, computer languages, accounting and science skills and so forth.
Sadly, the military was still run by powerful warhawks.  Warhawks believe that when you have a sword and an enemy is standing near, you need to stab them.  Over the years the warhawks did this without thinking and in turn it caused problems for the CCP Government side of things.
In addition to this, it was harder and harder for the Military to find ignorant peasants for their war events.  Now everyone had cell phones, TVs and watched movies.  They knew good guns from bad ones and when you gave them crappy equipment, cell phone networks lit up with videos of rifles falling apart, bullets failing to fire and other war items failing to work as needed.  This in turn led to fewer and fewer people one wanting to the on the front lines willing give their lives for the country simply because the Military commanded it.
 This added up to increasing failures on the Military side of the CCP.
 Hong Kong is the biggest and best example.  Hong Kong was supposed to be an easy "In and Out" event.  Go in, remove everyone who likes freedoms and leave behind the same ruling class the rest of China "enjoys".
Opps!  The Military failed that.  So they got desperate.  Recently they had begun experimenting with things call "vi-rus-es."  The Military leaders were told these Vi-Rus-Es could be made to incapacitate an enemy while your own inoculated troops would be immune to the effects.
 After coming up with a batch of the stuff, the Military ordered a live fire test of the disease.  They released it in a crowded food court and watched and waited for the results.
Unfortunately, the virus wasn't as steady as predicted.  It was 10% more powerful than expected and it looked like there were 7 mutation strains, not the 4 that were promised.
Go back and look at who rushed in and quieted people on the COVID-19 virus.  NOT the Government forces but the MILITARY ones!  This was a MILITARY operation.  It wasn't POLICY being challenged; it was a MILITARY experiment suffering issues.
This being the case, the Military screwed up!  They rushed in and silenced anyone reporting the results of this secret MILITARY project and, in some cases, people were made to disappear.
In addition to this, people identified as getting the disease were being rounded up, studied and then disposed of.  If the Military had just left everything alone, they would have gotten all the results they wanted through normal channels and the disease would have come to an early close.
But, because of the heavy-handed way the Military dealt with this Top Secret event, the disease got a HUGE head start and kept running.
 Think about it:  If the rumor said that reporting the disease made you disappear, what would you do when you go the disease?
Leave town!
 The Military event went sideways.  Hong Kong still existed.  Things are not looking good for the Military side of the CCP.
 Complicating things was the feeling that the only reason the Military still existed was because it was a frightening thing!  It had guns and bullets and bombs and made growling noises when you approached it.  The Government side of things began to notice that the guns fell apart, the bullets didn't fire, bombs were unable to explode and while it still growled, there was the Hong Kong failure, the recent Google debacle and now the Wuhan Flu was causing the CCP all sorts of problems; problems the Leadership of the CCP was having to deal with.
The Government was starting to think the Military wasn't anything but a toothless, clawless dragon.  In China, a toothless, clawless dragon is another name for a worm.
 So now the Military needs to act!  It needs a success!  It needs to prove it is still something to be feared!
 The army may have failed, but the Military still has THE NAVY!
Sadly, if you thought the Chinese Army was a joke - and many Government Leaders are beginning to think this - the Chinese Navy is even worse.
 ...
SO!  Before September watch for the Chinese Navy to launch a much needed attack on a prize, seeking to please the CCP Leadership.
At first, they had planned to try Korea, but this virus has caused "issues" in Korea, which takes it off the table.
 So now the Chinese Military will set its sites on:  Taiwan!  At long last, the Chinese Military will attack or start to attack Taiwan!
If you are familiar with the term "Bay of Pigs," lower it a couple of notches and you'll understand what will happen with Taiwan.
 While at first, Taiwan will scream to its friends for protection from the MIGHTY CHINESE NAVY, once the process has actually stated, watch for Taiwan to cancel the requests for assistance and repel the MIGHTY CHINESE NAVY with a couple of sling shots and a big rock or two.
 The Taiwan Navy would normally get a chance to double its size except for the fact that the captured vessels will be too expensive to use as anything except target practice floaters and places people will pay to explore while diving.
Meanwhile, back in the CCP:
It will suddenly be apparent the Big Bad Military arm of the CCP is anything but!  A HUGE coup will occur!  The warhawks will be gathered for meetings in which no one except Government operatives leave standing up.  Military bases and units will suddenly be under Government Forces control.
BUT!!!  Do not expect the Military leadership go out without a fight.
Suddenly there will be a pictures flooding the internet of a mushroom cloud in China.
DO NOT FEAR!
NOT ALL MUSHROOM CLOUDS MEAN A NUCLEAR BOMB HAS EXPLODED!
ANY large explosion of conventional weapons will ALSO result in a mushroom cloud!
Once everything settles and the bodies are counted and sorted, it will be learned the cloud was nothing but common explosives, the CCP still exists and is still in charge, the mighty CCP Military will be no more, but the Government forces will be in control of everything.
 While China might go under lockdown, watch for this to last less than a couple of weeks.
On the downside, without the internal, adversarial Military to deal with, the CCP Government agencies will have FULL control over everything!
Without the Military warhawks to keep it honest, the CCP Government forces will soon realize they are all powerful.
 And remember, every time a Government outlaws God, the Government assumes the role left behind by the void God once filled.
 The Government forces of the CCP will assume they are, in fact, God.
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And then the fun begins.
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Social Distancing Kills

Don't ask me to source this.  The people I got this from say the origins come from a time before studies when people like Gregor Mendel* used to make observations.  It comes from when the connection between milkmaids, cowpox and smallpox** resistance was first being noticed.
Way back when, someone combed through church birth, attendance and death records and discovered something interesting:  People who attended church regularly lived longer and survived the various plagues better than people who only showed up to churches in crisis.
Now the people doing this study were not looking at it from a religious view but rather a science one.  
In most church services even in this day and age the people in attendance shake the hands of everyone in the parish attending that day's service.  Whenever they gather, greetings are made and skin to skin contact happens.
They speculated that when a church person got and survived a new disease, when they would shook the hands of the others in church not only were the passing along the disease they had picked up but also the blueprint for the counter measures their body had developed to fight the disease.
When a person who survived and conquered a disease coughs, they not only pass along the disease but also the cure.  Like the cowpox the milkmaids experienced, or ANY inoculation, the lower dose of a handshake and proximity to a survivor enhances your survival chances.
My sources say this process is borne out by the office flues experienced in the current century.  One person in an office might get a disease that they then pass along to the rest of the office, but as they do not only does the office usually gets a lower form of the disease that doesn't quite strike as hard, they are also getting the anti-bodies developed to fight the disease.
The carrier is not only passing along the infection but directions for making the cure as well.
These thoughts are reinforced by the results of the actions of the Chinese Military.
It is thought that COVID-19 was a military experiment which went sideways.  However, instead of allowing the medical profession study and deal with the disease, the military treated it like a military secret and made people who were raising alarms about the disease shut up and disappear.  People were not being allowed to survive the disease, but rather were collected, isolated, studied and made to disappear after catching this military weapon.
So those first survivors who would have passed along the disease AS WELL as the blueprint for the cure were removed from the process and this allowed the China Virus a chance to expand further and faster than if they had treated it like a normal disease.  Treated as normal disease, those who survived would have spread the cure along with the disease.  Under the military's process of maintaining control over a military secret, this process was interrupted.
The meaning of all of this is that the social distancing recommendations the medical professionals have been recommending is the complete opposite of the actions we should have been taking.
We should have been treating it like a hard flu:  People get sick; some die, most survive.  The survivors pass along not only the disease but also the cure.
STOP SOCIAL DISTANCING IMMEDIATELY!  Doing so will put the brakes on the disease, supply cures and natural barriers and create more survivors than isolating people will.
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* Gregor Mendel: Gregor Johann Mendel was a scientist, Augustinian friar and abbot of St. Thomas' Abbey in Brno, Margraviate of Moravia. Mendel was born in a German-speaking family in the Silesian part of the Austrian Empire and gained posthumous recognition as the founder of the modern science of genetics.  He observed the dominate and recessive traits of various types of peas and that when cross-breeding peas the dominate traits tended to overwhelm the recessive ones.
Later in 1950's, J.D. Watson (an American biologist) and F.H.C. Crick (a British Physicist) were working on their own experiments in this same direction with fruit flies; they were surprised to discover Mendel's observations along the same lines a century earlier.
** Milkmaids, cowpox and smallpox resistance: If you are not familiar with the legend, it goes like this:
It was observed that milkmaids never got smallpox.  Smallpox might sweep through a town or village, but the ladies milking the cows never seemed to get the disease.
Then it occurred to someone that cows got a disease similar to smallpox called cowpox.  The thought was that the milkmaids, by coming into contact with the cowpox daily, had developed immunity to small pox.
The legends say that it was upon these observations that the first smallpox vaccines were developed.
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Busy Harvest Time

I’m back!  Whew!  During times like this my main purpose in Existence sends me all over the world aiding in the harvesting; mostly in China at the moment.  But things are proceeding well, so I’ve come back to update some things.  The coming events IN China are going to be EXPLOSIVE!!!  More on this later.  I just want to get my toe in the water as the deluge begins!
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My God!  They Let the Irish Into the White Race!

What the hell were they thinking?
I just took a look at what constitutes "white" on the census forms and discovered mistakes all over the place.  First of all, they have lumped Irish, Catholics, Jews, Swiss, Swedes, Englanders and French into a "White Race".  I mean, COME ON!  The Irish are bad enough, but to force Englanders to share the same racial designation as the French?
Honestly?  I'm expecting riots from both sides.
 Oh! My! God!  They have lumped the Irish in with the Scots!  Are they purposely trying to find out how much stress the "White" designation can take!  I fear the day someone informs a Scotsman that he's considered the same as an Irishman or vice-versa!  I will place the blame for all the dead squarely on the Census Bureau.
 Then I did some research and received further shocks.
Did you know that many in the Ghettos consider Korean shop keepers "Whites" as well?  In the day I've heard residents say, "Korean is just another name for White."
 A few years ago, a Hispanic named George Zimmerman was attacked by a Black kid.  In the reports from the national news feeds, George suddenly found himself classified as a "White-Hispanic."  Can you imagine his surprise?  All of his life he'd grown up Hispanic and then suddenly, in one day, he was White!
 Then there are the Injuns.  I'd bet most people in America have a little Injun in them.  Me?  As near as I can tell, my great-grandparents' great-grandparents had an Injun or three.  One of my siblings cycles through Black-Injun-Slightly White during a year, depending on the amount of sunshine and exercise he gets during the summer.  He can start off mostly White in the spring and end up Black, sho nuff, Black as can be!
 One year he joined the army and there was a Black kid he in his Unit and no one could tell them apart -- after going through bootcamp during SUMMER.  Even his mother and grandmother couldn't tell him apart from his comrade.  Once fall and winter set in, the twining aspects faded completely.
Frankly, I consider him more Camanche than anything else; it's the most prevalent trait that pops up.
As for the rest of my gene pool, I've got everything except Oriental.  I've got a little bit of everything in my genetic history.  It's mostly the Viking in me that shines through:  Blonde hair, hazel eyes, big boned and so on.
So imagine my surprise when I learned that the U.S. Census Bureau considers me and most of those others mentioned above as one race!
 Since that is just silly, when asked I honestly answer that I am two or more races.
Then I learned I am not the only "White" person to do this.  More and more White people are declaring themselves people of many races.
 Every once in a while you learn that the White Race is doomed in America.  What many fail to realize is that as the White decrease, the "Two or More" races increases.
When speaking with my darker skinned relatives, I was informed quite often that there were Blacks and "Everyone Else".  Some of my "Black" relatives and friends told me that if you were not "Black" and did not look "Black" then you were "White;"  No Ifs, Ands or Buts about it!  Black or White, no in-between!
 It was then that my physics classes kicked in.
In physics we are also taught that there are, in fact, only two colors:  White and Black.
White is a COMBINATION of ALL colors while Black EXCLUDES all other colors.
Using a prism, we discover that White light can be separated into individual colors of a rainbow.  When those rainbow colors are sent through another prism to be recombined they produce the White color again!
Okay, technically, Brown and Gray are hard to chase down in a White light, but in a dim White light, even Brown and Gray are in the rainbow.
So it turns out my kin folk and friends are right:  There is Black and then there is all the Other Colors combined into the White race.
 That certainly explains Kwanza!  Kwanza was invented (yes, it was INVENTED) to give Blacks an exclusive, "No Other Races Allowed" ceremony to experience in addition to Christmas.  As I understand it, one justification is that Christmas was started by ex-Jews and thus is a White Holiday.
 Don't ask me.  I just repeat what I hear.
Then, out of the blue, I remembered something else:  The colors of the Rainbow also contain Black!
No, seriously, in some rainbows, at certain times, between the colorful lines, if you look closely, you'll see a thin strips of Blackness in the Multi-Color spread.  Indeed, such lines are used in spectrometry to determine the chemical makeup of various substances (it's a long story.  Just accept that Black can make up part of a White light).
 So being a White light means containing EVERY Color even the Black ones.
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This is mirroring humanity's aspects.
Look, eventually Hispanics will be absorbed into the "White" race.  I mean, if Whites can absorb the Irish, they'll take anyone.  (Luckily, the Irish recognize a good rub.  You ever want to get into a good verbal fight, head to an Irish bar and see how well you survive the results.  Again, it's a long story based on personal history.)
The Hispanics WILL BE (eventually) absorbed into the White light.  A large portion of Blacks believe that White makes up anyone not Black.
 Even Blacks are starting to be absorbed into the Whites -- you know, if they want to come.  To be perfectly honest, we'd like having them with us.
The media and various people who want America fractured (more on these people in the future), keep doing all they can to keep Blacks from joining the Whites.  Everything from changing the way the Black race is referenced (Negro, Black, Colored, African-American, People of Color, etc.) every twenty years -- You hadn't noticed?  The reference for “Blacks” changes once every 20 years to keep the divisions active.  If you allow one term to define a race, that race will get absorbed into the American melting pot.
The other technique they use is a constantly changing "offensive" symbol or word set -- In this case, every 2 years some symbol that is "only for Black usage" or "offensive to all Blacks" is introduced.  This list is really hard to keep track of at times since it includes foods, products and pictures.
In this case, the items run from bananas, watermelon, fried chicken, ribs and colored greens to apes and monkeys, do-rags, sagging jeans, certain shoes, shower caps, crown air fresheners, wearing only one-glove to Confederate items and soldiers, the Bars and Stars, white shirts, big earrings, and accurate math, statistics and history skills.
 Watch carefully and you'll realize the point of "shock" changes once every two years.  It wouldn't be so bad if each item REPLACED the items before the current one, but the new items are ADDED to a list that is already impossible to track.
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So, honestly?  What would White REALLY like is for Blacks to FULLY join us.
 I'm going tell you in absolutely honestly:  Joining Whites means giving up the shock points and the name changes.  A Swede is a Swede is a Swedish is a Swede.  A Spaniard is a Spaniard, and so forth.  Maybe a small change here and there, but basically there is one term for that particular group.
Then there are short term symbols.  Me?  I've been called a Bear, a Fox (the sneaky kind, not the sexy kind), a Snake and a few farm animals.  Each time I didn't go screaming into the street claiming the person calling me those names is the worse being ever born in the Universe.
So if someone compares you to a monkey, well, let it pass.  Comparing people to animals is a thing White people do to each other as part of the bonding process.
 You also can’t fall down or get angry every time someone says something or does something stupid or stereotypical.  White people are CONSTANTLY trying to find ways to view others and other things in ways they/we can understand.
 A few years back, people went ape-shit when a Black actress was in a commercial eating friend chicken.  At another time, gasps went up from the Black leadership when Black kids were offered watermelon at a party.
 Again Whites know some times you need to let slide.  The German side of my family LOVES a good sausage.  The Injun side KNOWS what good corn REALLY should taste like.  As for my Black relatives?  Geezus!  If you'd ever had my Black Grandma's recipe for colored greens, you'd think you were in Heaven!
 But in NONE of those examples above would I or my Multi-Colored siblings take offense if my Black Grandma cooked sausages (which she grew up on), my White Grandma colored greens (which she also grew up on) or any of the kids were given Watermelon during the summer (which, honestly, I can't stand).
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The point is, the White race, in America, is an absorbing race.  You don't lose your genetic ancestor being a White, as any of the races I mentioned that belong to being White will affirm.  The Irish still celebrate Saint Patrick's Day -- were EVERYONE is Irish!  The Germans still hold Oktoberfest -- where EVERYONE is German!  Hispanics Cinco Da Mayo where EVERYONE needs a sombrero!  And Juneteenth will be a day EVERYONE is Black, even if we're not exactly sure why!
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I guess what I'm saying is that, eventually, White does absorb EVERYTHING.  So please, stop giving into all the shock and pain those who want to keep you separated from the melting pot and join us!  The experience is a LOT nicer than trying to remember which word of the year you need to react to.
 
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"He just cloned your phone!"

 
I was wearing my security guard jacket.  How I got it is another story; I'm not really a security guard but the jacket is warm, water proof and sometimes people give me free donuts when I wear it.  It had been raining on and off so the jacket was a good choice for my needs.
I was in one of the return lines at Wal-Mart; in the other line a young 20's-something black kid was returning a PC.  I was leaning against the wall waiting for the lady behind the desk process my needs -- you know how this goes:  Returns require cross checks, item reviews, and so forth.  It takes a bit of time.
Suddenly an older black guy enters the area.  He glances in my direction, notes I'm not a real cop and then zero's in on the young kid.  Walking up him, he asks if the kid will allow him to call someone on the kid's cell phone.  His cell phone has either been forgotten or is dead or some such, but (as one black guy to another) can the kid let him use his cell phone for a call.  The kid looks around and not wanting to seem rude to the older guy, he hands over his cell phone.
I'm leaning against the wall watching as the older guy dials a number, suddenly lowers the phone next to his leg, and says, "Oh, wait, let me call a different person," brings the phone back up and dials another number.
GOOD GOD!  I could NOT believe what I just witnessed!
To the kid I loudly say, in a shocked voice, "He just cloned your phone!"  The kid looks at me sheepishly and says, "What?"
 "Do you know this guy?" I said indicating the older guy.  The kid shakes his head "No" and I continue, "He JUST cloned your phone!"
Ignorance runs rampart in the world today.  The kid responded, "What does that mean?"
Me: "You have just given this guy complete control of your phone.  You have a computer at home, look it up."  He was returning a computer it stands to reason he has access to one somewhere.  I decided to clue him in.  "This guy now has complete control over your phone.  He just cloned your phone.  You need to call your service provider right away, I think the number is 6-1-1, and tell them EXACTLY what JUST happened.  Tell them you need to have your security code changed on your phone.  It doesn't cost anything and only takes a couple of seconds.  But this guy just cloned your phone."
The old guy approaches me demanding to know who I am and wants to see my badge.  I ignore him.
"Look, do you get email on your phone?"  The kid nods he does.  "He has complete access to your emails.  Do you ever buy anything with your phone" Again "Yes." "He has complete access to your purchasing processes.  If you recorded your credit card or bank information on your phone, he has access to it all.  Do you have any pictures on your phone you don't anyone else to see?" The kid asks, "What?"  "Have you ever taken a picture of yourself or has your girlfriend ever sent you a private picture you'd never want anyone else to see?"  The kid blushes.  "He now has access to ALL of those!"
 The kid looks at one of the ladies behind the counter and asks, "Is this true?"
 She looks at him and says, "The other guy looks really pissed off."  The older black guy storms off.
Me, "Look: Call your service provider, the number is probably 6-1-1.  Tell them EXACTLY what just happened and that you want your cell phone security code changed.  They will do it for free, but you need to do it right away.  Before he or his partner can download all the information from your phone."
The lady serving me finished her processes and refunded my money as I left the bewildered looking kid wondering what to do.  "Call your service provider.  Tell them EXACTLY what just happened.  They will know what to do.  Tell them you think your phone was cloned." and I left.
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Looking back, there were a lot of things I probably should have done differently.  For example, I would have liked to have proven my assertions AND gotten the first number the old guy dialed.  It would have been in the calling history and easy to see.
How Did I Know?
Okay, first of all, the older guy was wearing a hat with a REALLY wide brim.  Yes, it had been raining, but I also noticed the guy never looked up.  Why are both of these significant?  Because the other guy knows the cameras on the ceiling of every Wal-Mart store are watching everything and recording every face.  His hat blocked the cameras from seeing his face as long as he never looks up.
When the older guy dialed the first number, he brought down the phone next to his leg as he explained he really needed to dial a different number.  Then, WITHOUT HANGING UP THE PHONE, he dialed a different number.  THAT was when I realized what had just happened!  He never hung up the phone from the first number he dialed!
 The cell phone companies have numerous phone numbers they use for technical reasons.  Some report what number you are dialing from, what your phone's serial number is and so forth.  One of these numbers, for maintenance reasons, grants complete access to your phone's account.  Basically anything your phone does or contains you can share with another phone for technical assistance.
How Does It Work:  You dial a special number on a cell phone, wait for some beeps and then dial the phone number of another phone you want to have access to the targeted cell phone's account and setting information.
When the older guy lowered the phone to his leg to explain he needed to dial another number, HE NEVER HUNG UP THE PHONE.  He was giving the target phone enough time to reach the first number he dialed so he could dial in the number of the phone he was using to hijack this kid's phone.
 IF I WAS WRONG nothing serious happens.  The Service Provider changes the kid's cell phone security code and life goes on.  The process for changing the code is fairly simple and doesn't really interrupt your service but anyone not having your phone's new security code can't access it any longer.
But, I regret not proving my assertion by reading and recording the phone number from the "call" the older guy made.
I also really should have had the person behind the counter call security.  Hacking a cell phone is a federal offense.  I should have altered the authorities to what just happened.  But at that point, on that day, my only task was to prevent the kid from being hacked.  Hopefully he did as I suggested.  But as in most of these assignments, I presented the warning, gave the option to the person I was there to help and then allowed the mortal to choose his destiny.
Now for the moral of this TRUE story:
 Never EVER let strangers or questionable friends use your cell phone.

Me?  I never route my main email to my phone, I never purchase anything with my cell phone nor do I keep private pictures on it.  I assume that AT ANY TIME my cell phone could be hacked and everything on it downloaded by bad guys.
With a little time, I could find out how to do it on my own.
 So can the bad guys.
 
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My Dog Counts in the Wrong Direction!

 
I recently realized I have been teaching my dog to count completely backwards!
 
My dog has only ONE command she HAS to obey:  When I call her in a special way, and slap my hand against my thigh, the 14 pound, poodle-terrier mix is suppose to come running and jump up with her front paws on one of my thighs as I mess with her neck and count from one to ten.
 
This command is supposed to be in case she ever enters a dangerous situation without knowing it: If she enters the street; if there's an eagle flying overhead, or if the people she's approaching are either dangerous or scared of dogs, etc.
 
Call her in the special voice, slap the thigh and once she’s mounted the thigh, count from one to ten.  If she's been a good girl, I rub her neck when I'm counting.  If she's been bad or not run to me when commanded, I'll hold the fold of her neck like her momma used to -- a sign of dominance.  Sometimes, after reaching "Ten," I'll do further discipline as needed: Look her in the eye for attacking smaller dogs (a big "no-no"), disobeying me (a bigger "no-no"), etc.
 
I count from one to ten so she knows exactly how long she's going to be in this position.  Once she hears "Ten," in general she knows she's likely to be dismissed so she can go back to doing whatever she was doing.
 
When I microwave a pair of hotdogs for lunch, I cut off one tip from each hotdog, slice them in half and feed them to her.  They are a nice treat and it lowers my hotdog consumption by a quarter a dog, +/-.  As I feed her the four tips I count up, one through four, for each piece.
 
Today it hit me! I have been teaching my dog to count in the wrong direct!  Right now my dog knows that the "calling command" ends at “Ten” and the hotdog count usually ends at “Four.”
 
What I should have been doing is counting DOWN to zero!
 
Currently my dog has no concept of “Three” except it follows “Two” and “Five” comes before “Six”.  But suppose I wanted to do something or give my dog something that didn't end at FOUR or TEN.  How would she know it was the end?  If I say "Seven" that means nothing.  I cannot say to her, "You can have seven bites" because she doesn't know "Seven" as a stopping point.  She knows it as a word between "Six" and "Eight" after being summoned to the leg.
 
BUT!  If I had been teaching her to COUNT DOWN, she'd know that ONE was the last item!  "Go get me SEVEN sticks!” and as she brought me the sticks, I would count down, “Seven-six-five-four-three-two-one - - No more!"
 
Or if I only had TWO bites to give her:  "Two-one - - No More!"
 
<Sigh>
 
So now I have to put on the brakes!  Stop her learning in mid-cycle and start counting downward, just so she can realize that "One" is the last one and "Zero" means there are no more.
 
She's only 5 so the change won't be disastrous; frankly it may be harder for me to remember than her.  After she is used to this change, in a couple of months I expect her to understand when an event has ended simply because "One" has arrived and "Zero" is next.
 
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Update on my suspicions the Chinese Military was behind the Coronovirus outbreak, then a FBF sent me this:  https://www.scmp.com/news/china/diplomacy/article/3043167/chinese-researcher-accused-trying-smuggle-vials-biological?fbclid=IwAR3KgpcJLIZOi4gkyRBbLg3FiBfks37jEiDMP6AKF7Kp-Xf4R5DcQjMr-WY

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America is more protected from the Coronavirus than most countries -- except we're not. - Part 1/2

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Adding the Coronavirus to Sanctuary or Slum Cities Equals MASSIVE Deaths (in America).

 
In general, Capitalist, Democratic-Republic Americans are four-thousand time healthier than an average China citizen (1).  The Coronavirus, when it fully hits the United States will not do the damage it WILL do to some countries.
 
Those “evil Americans” wash their hands, take baths, eat healthier and live cleaner lives than most folk, world-wide.  So, when the Coronavirus comes to the USA, a lot of people will feel sick for a while, grab various over-the-counter medicines and call off work for a day or two.
 
In America, once again, a pandemic virus will not be the swing blade of destruction everyone is screaming it will be.
 
EXCEPT!!!!
 
In California, New York, Oregon and any other set of locations which have heavy sanctuary gatherings or have allowed illegal immigrants to come and live freely among the population.
 
You CAN expect the streets of San Francisco, Los Angeles and New York City to be hit and hit hard.  The unsanitary conditions those city leaders have allowed to exist and grow will be a breeding ground for the virus in unending waves (2).  Just as in China, where the filthy, unregulated markets are spreading the virus like crazy, when it hits those cities listed -- and others of similar aspect -- the virus will not only prove lethal but will mutate each time the medical profession thinks they have a handle on controlling the outbreak.
 
IN ADDITION TO THIS, watch for the Coronavirus to be a slum killer.  When it hits the slums of Brazil, Vietnam and Indian and other locations of high count, close-quartered people living in squalor, the disease will run rampant.
 
As it does, beware of solutions that the Chinese will enact behind closed doors:  Beware of leaders deciding that wiping out entire clusters of people would be better than allowing the virus to breed and mutate.
 
So in addition to Brazil, Vietnam and Mumbai, India, watch for Mexico City, Mexico; Capetown South Africa; Nairobi, Kenya and Karachi, Pakistan among others to suffer greatly.
 
Making matters worst will be the needs of non-slum areas needing assistance.  Cities and countries will look at the places where the infections can pop up in.  They will realize they can easily serve hundreds-of-thousands of people outside of the slums but will realize it will be more difficult to serve tens-of-millions in the slums.  Logically, in a Liberal mindset way, it will be decided that saving the most will be better than losing even more.
 
As this happens, remember what cleanses the most:  Fire.  Do not be surprised when the people of the areas themselves decided to try and burn down infected areas, only to see the actions light up the entire area like a tinder box filled with dry wood.
 
Then there's the flight factor:  When a central area is determined to be a threat to human life, humans tend to try to escape the area in an ever enlarging circle.  The areas around the slums which allow the slum dwellers to escape the disease by passing through will see a dramatic increase in infections as well.
 
Let's face it, the 1,000-bed hospital the Chinese are building overnight (https://www.reuters.com/article/us-china-health-hospital-idUSKBN1ZN07U) serves a second function to treating the infected:  It also tamps down on people from streaming out in fear from the center of the infected area.  It also allows the Chinese government to round people up "due to public health concerns".
 
This new hospital designed to gather infected people into one location also makes it easier to "disappear" the infected people as needed but that is a situation for future rumors.
 
Make No Mistake: I believe this is an experiment by the Chinese Military gone wrong.  The origins and the nature of the start of this outbreak smell to high heavens.  Anyone who looks closely knows the Chinese Military has extremely low view of the common Chinese citizen it is supposed to serve.  Add to this a recent event to be an incredible coincidence: A considerable number of Chinese researchers at Canada's only level-4 lab were removed from National Microbiology Lab in Winnipeg over what's being called a possible "policy breach."  https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/manitoba/chinese-researcher-escorted-from-infectious-disease-lab-amid-rcmp-investigation-1.5211567
 
This experiment by the Chinese military (unverified) may prove to a large extent a cleansing of not only tightly packed, unsanitary locations but the areas around those locations which supported them.  Like many Chinese military events, it may also prove to be far more deadly than first anticipated.
 
Let no one doubt this, when a leadership has no belief in God, they will start to assume they have the wisdom to assume such a title themselves -- Often leading to deadly results for the citizens they rule.
 
(1) In general, dogs are easier to train, more social, more outwardly affectionate than cats are.  Americans, due to their freedoms are healthier than China citizens.  People in Hong Kong are healthier than China citizens are.  Some things JUST ARE.  Get over it.
 
(2) If not the Coronavirus, then the next military experiment gone wrong.  The planet just has too many locations (tightly packed slums) where a good, strong virus could quickly kill a large number of the entire population.
 
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Eat what Grandma and Grandpa Ate!

Those Damned African Jeans! (Part 3/3)

Part 3: Eat what Grandma and Grandpa Ate! 

What To Do? But that isn’t helping the huge ass shaking momma working behind the Returns Counter at WalMart.  Nope.  She has problems.  In this case, the problems are heavily genetic.  She was MADE to be short, fat and have a HUGE ass that has got to be 5 feet across!

There are factors that come into play when dealing with fat and foods and weight control.  Those factors are your ancestral genetics.

Okay, here’s a shocker: Different regions of the Earth produced different foods and the people evolving in those areas, evolved to those foods.

 The contention is that foods that your ancestors didn’t constantly encounter are regarded as foods that should be retained because of the unique make-up of the ingredients.

 If my ancestors mainly ate fish, then my genetics says I will always be able to find more fish. But an apple pie?  Let’s store as much of that as possible!  It may have some unknown things we can use in our body.

 The thought is that any item that came from your ancestral, genetic background which would have been an EXPECTED food and therefore in plentiful supply and not worth saving.

 Look at it this way:  Suppose your parents make origami ALL THE TIME.  As they give you the 100,000th origami swan they’ve made, you probably grunt and toss it once you are out of view.

 But if you’ve never seen an origami swan, the first one you get is probably cherished for years and years.

 The thought is your body’s retention system is the same way.  Ancestrally, if your body knows it will be getting a lot of deer, then deer fats and other deer based fats and substances are tossed as easily replaced.

 In this concept, one of the key parts is that the historical aspects of what you can eat are mostly tied to what you LOOK like.

 The black woman at Wal-Mart with the big ass?  She needs to focus on grains.  Her people were from places with large stretches of grasslands.  If she wants to lose weight she needs to increase and focus mostly on her grain consumption.  Use it as filler and main food source.  Do this and watch the body ignore all the grains she is eating.

 Do you look Japanese? White rice and fish.  Keep those chop sticks moving and make the food sources heavy in rice and fish.  Items easily gotten in ancient Japan.

 Do you look French? Pastries!  French pastries!

 Eastern, woodland American Indian?  Deer. Beaver.  All those animals of the forest.
 Me?  I have a heavy Viking background.  I look like I come from Nordic areas.  So when I want to lose weight I only eat snow cones.  Some flavoring added for fun, but mainly just eat snow cones matching the frosty background my ancestral body is used to.

 Take a look at yourself. What is that genetic background of your appearance?  What did my great-to-the-seventh-power grandfather eat as a daily meal?  What did your great-to-the-seventh-power grandmother eat?

 Make that your meals and watch the pounds melt away.

 Haven’t you always wondered why that friend of yours can eat a thousand tacos and not gain a pound? Look for a Mexican in their ancestral tree.

 I often regret not having more pasta eaters in my family tree.  That would be the Italians, right?  I need more Italian ancestors!  "Leave the gun, grab the cannoli.“  (That is a famous line from an old movie that had lots of Italians in it.)

 So there you have it: The reason women should NOT exercise with men:  Their body stores fat for quicker access making your accomplishment take longer than the man’s will.  This will make you depressed.  If you are female, plan on exercising longer than a man because your body stores your fat for more long term events (pregnancies, birthings, and child raising).

 Fat cells are easy to make!  Fat cells are too easy to make! If you eat fast, your body will make more fat cells before using the old ones.

 And if you want to lose weight, eat what your ancestors ate!

 Now, if you’ll excuse me, dinner is coming up and I’m having a double helping of cherry snow cone.
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Part 1 of 3, Lady Fats:
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