As promised in the last Monday Memes, I have an overflow. My meme cup runneth over. Fairly certain about a Friday Overflow-Overflow.
Also, for those prepper-minded, my last Survival Sunday:
Survival Sunday – Granite Grok
Now, let the mayhem, mockery, and ridicule resume:
*** Warning, a few possibly off-color ones, in case tender eyes are about ***
I admit, there are times when I wish I didn’t know what I know. That I was as blissfully unaware as most of the sheeple, and that when the economic collapse, or Jab-pocalypse, or whatever else happens, I’ll go knowing that I can trust my government completely and that all this is just my bad luck.
But whatever my fate, I’d rather go into that dark night with my eyes open, determined to fight to my last breath for freedom.
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If there’s anyone genuinely surprised by this, I have some prime self-irrigated land in Louisiana to sell you.
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On that last one, I kind of resent the term SWAMP. A swamp is a rich and dynamic ecosystem that is self-sustaining. Think SEWER. Full of sh*t and requires perpetual & artificially-created resupply of the same.
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Several years ago I noted what I saw as rising similarities between the Chinese cultural revolution and what was starting to become clear in colleges and other young peoples’ behaviors – in particular to what the Chinese called the FOUR OLDS. To wit (bolding added):
During the following months, he encouraged the Red Guards to attack all traditional values and “bourgeois” things and to put CCP officials to the test by publicly criticizing them. These attacks were known at the time as struggles against the Four Olds (i.e., old ideas, customs, culture, and habits of mind), and the movement quickly escalated to committing outrages.
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Am I psychologist or biologist or whatever? No. But I’ve got some life experience and do read widely. And one of the things I’ve learned in my life is that the human mind can only handle so many stressors at once before it shuts down from so much input. So we’ve been bombarded by fear and uncertainty and so many stressors that I can’t even enumerate them easily.
Fear is the Mind Killer… – Granite Grok
The above has a quote from an earlier piece (bolding and links in original)
But in a fascinating book about survival, The Unthinkable: Who Survives When Disaster Strikes – and Why, I learned that people make huge errors in assigning actual risk levels. One of the factors is dread. Relentless dread overrides saner, calmer risk assessments. One of the stats I’ve read is that over some not-in-memory distance, driving is statistically more dangerous than flying. Yet there are people who refuse to fly and insist on driving, because they dread being in a plane crash.
What have we been exposed to, relentlessly, for well over a year? Fear porn. Yuri Bezmenov was completely right. Between unremitting terror being pumped into us, the ever-shifting “science” of masks, the lockdowns, then lifted, then reimposed, etc., creating confusion, people just throw up their hands and scream I’LL DO WHAT YOU WANT JUST MAKE IT STOP!
And this is, I think, by design. So overwhelm us that we’ll just go along with whatever… just to make it stop, and just to give some semblance of normality again. Even if crushing slavery, still, it’s normality and predictability. Which, summing up this commentary, brings to mind this Aesop fable:
A lean, hungry wolf chanced one moonlit night to fall in with a plump, well-fed house dog. After the first compliments were passed between them, “How is it, my friend,” said the wolf, “that you look so sleek? How well your food agrees with you! And here am I striving for my living night and day and can hardly save myself from starving.”
“Well,” says the dog, “if you would fare like me, you have only to do as I do.” “Indeed!” says he, “and what is that?” “Why,” replied the dog, “just to guard the master’s house and keep off the thieves at night.” “With all my heart; for at present I have but a sorry time of it. This woodland life, with its frosts and rains, is sharp work for me. To have a warm roof over my head and a bellyful of victuals always at hand will, I think, not be a bad exchange.” “True,” said the dog; “therefore you have nothing to do but to follow me.”
Now as they were jogging on together, the wolf spied a mark in the dog’s neck, and having a strange curiosity, could not resist asking what it meant. “Pooh! Nothing at all,” says the dog. “No, tell me” said the wolf. “Oh! A mere trifle, perhaps the collar to which my chain is fastened.”
“Chain!” cried the wolf in surprise; “you don’t mean that you cannot rove when and where you please?” “Why, not exactly perhaps; you see I am looked upon as rather fierce, so they sometimes tie me up in the daytime, but I assure you I have perfect liberty at night. The master feeds me off his own plate and the servants give me their tidbits. I am such a favorite, so what is the matter? Where are you going?”
“Oh, good night to you,” said the wolf; “you are welcome to your dainties; but for me, a dry crust with liberty against a king’s luxury with a chain.”
In my copious free time I’m writing an essay based on this concept – and lessons from my career that incorporated Quality – that it’s not the absolute level of quality that people respond to so much as the variation in that quality. People still eat fast food – McDonalds, Burger King, KFC, etc., not because – in my opinion – they’re good (my kids would differ) – but because they’re predictable. I can go into a McDs just about anywhere in the world and, even if nowhere near great, I still know more-or-less what I’m getting.
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I wonder if this actually works. (Apologies; this is a little blurry.)
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Pick of the post:
Steve Kirsch has a challenge.
Given that Paul Offit has said that all vaccines are safe:
He once said “healthy infants could safely get up to 100,000 vaccines at once.”
This is a classic put your money where your mouth is challenge. Not that it’ll ever be answered.
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80 Life Lessons My Grandfather Told Me I Could Never Forget (83-Year-Old)
(Don’t be misled by the screen image; it’s great stuff!)
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Palate cleansers:
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