I went off the grid a while back. I spent more than a few years not making a dime, and just living a minimal life style off of savings.
Last year, I decided, it was time to make some real money again. In part because of a pre-existing IRS "debt". So I put my name back out on the market and picked up some contracts. I voluntarily committed to working 20hrs a day.
Because I work 20hrs a day, and quite frankly have a skill set that is relatively uncommon even in the best of my work community, I didn't have a hard time finding a few folks willing to pay me large sums of money.
Almost Everything We’re Told is a Lie
Almost everything we’re told is a lie,
He told them they wouldn’t die,
The falsehoods continue, even still,
Corrupting the heart, mind and will.
We’re the progeny of primeval slime,
Having kids is a crime,
Our very breathing is a sin,
Global warming could do us in,
Our carbon footprint is a shame,
Depleted ozone, we’re to blame.
The criminals and their creeds,
Depopulation is plucking weeds,
Thomas Malthus: We’re the plague,
Time to exit from the stage.
9 11 and the war on terror,
Not enough security is the error,
Join the military, it’s real great,
Killing foreigners is not hate.
Brake for animals, be no cynic,
While driving to the abortion clinic,
That’s okay, we’ve been told,
Our mind is in a stranglehold.
That poster hung on the refrigerator when I was a teenager, with a picture of a kitten in a stockade. The older I get, the wiser my mother gets...
Mom and Dad "woke up" before I was born. They got behind Goldwater. My father bought like a thousand copies of "None Dare Call It Conspiracy" and gave them away. They went door to door and worked the polls and may even have gone to a convention. Sound familiar? And oddly enough, I knew nothing of this as I began to wave signs on street corners and go door to door for Ron Paul. Apples fall closer to trees than we realize, some times.
When I began to speak of a "love revolution" to one of my sisters, it got weird. She went into a rant about remembering how she thought the world was about to end when Mom and Dad got political. It seems she was about 7, and the whole thing really traumatized her. I asked an older brother about it, and he is the one who clued me in about my parents "secret" past life as political activists.
My parents knew Ron Paul in those days, Dad stayed pen pals with Ayn Rand for a while. They ran with some "big dogs" it seems. It is so sad they both died before 2008, I wish we could have had that moment together... So it goes. When I was born in 1962, all that was left was Mom's dedication to working the polls every year. I never got it as a kid, what a bore!
Dad remained a silverbug. He got tipped off some time in the 50's (most likely a campaign friend) to the silver shortage that Eisenhower was about to announce. We all knew how to watch for silver coins as kids, and we got silver dollars as gifts. My father knew about the metals market manipulation my entire life, and he died before it was exposed.
Why do I tell this tale? We are falling into the same trap, I suspect. The tuckfards are patient beyond our imagination. They really do not mind dying "in shame" as long as their offspring remain in power.
So a nurse contracts the virus and they were heavily protected.
Duncan's fiance and people in her home have been exposed to it for almost 3 weeks with no signs of it. The girlfriend said they slept in the same bed. She said he sweated profusely all over the sheets when she was laying next to him. She helped care for him. No symptoms yet and last week was the crucial week for symptoms to show and the 3 week window is almost up.
If this Ebola incident is true, then why aren't they getting blood from the woman to see why she has not shown symptoms?
People with the Sickle Cell trait are immune to malaria. Maybe the Hb S gene and S alleles have something to do with immunity or why others may not get as ill.
What do you do when you're half drunk from your dandelion wine late at night and you have a massive patch of surplus hot peppers?
You get an even better stupider idea and unleash your total insanity:
Red Serrano Hot Pepper Wine. This should be interesting, yeah? Lol
I spent all day (with a freakin headache) picking, sorting, prepping, and burning. I'm still burning. But tough men don't need gloves, right? I have no clue how I will get my contacts out tonight, or worse yet, put them back in tomorrow, but I'll get through it. Lol
The must is now ready to start fermenting, I just have to wait on the yeast starter to acclimate to a mild dose of it before pitching it into the primary fermentation bucket.
I plan on aging it for a while with some white oak submerged in it. That should go well with the pepper flavor.
We'll update it as time progresses. If it turns out good, maybe next time, we'll go Habanero.
Pictures of the process (captioned):
I'm sick and tired of seeing what once were brave strong people cowering in the corner afraid of some disease that MIGHT claim a few hundred people out of 100 million of us. You COWARDS are willing to GIVE UP our rights over an overblown threat (hell, even it it were a REAL threat I wouldn't give up my rights over it).
The people in Africa are stronger and braver than you "Americans". There is a story about how Firestone (of all unlikely entities) defeated an Ebola outbreak (a real one) just using common quarantine and treatment.
Adrian Wyllie, the Libertarian Candidate for Florida Governor, is making history in a big way!!!
* Raised over $100,000
* Polling in Double Digits
* 500+ active volunteers on the Super Brochure Precinct Blast (walking and calling their precincts)
* 3,000+ donors and other volunteers
* Mailing out tens of thousands of Super Brochures
* Making the establishment nervous by keeping him out of the debates
Many people believe the USD will collapse in a spectacular fashion. That suddenly, the whole world is going to realize what we know: that it is nothing but paper. But you'd be wrong.
See, the USD IS backed by something. It's backed by overwhelming military force. The US has bases around the world, including in FIRST WORLD NATIONS in order to ensure COMPLIANCE. Make moves against the dollar, and you jeopardize your nations security. Do you get it yet?
Leon Panetta recently confirmed the policy agenda of the US government - and it's exactly as I predicted. The only backing the US dollar has is the military - they MUST ensure that rivals like China can not receive their goods from places like Africa without paying tribute. Here is what he had to say:
"I think we're looking at kind of a 30-year war," he says, one that will have to extend beyond Islamic State to include emerging threats in Nigeria, Somalia, Yemen, Libya and elsewhere.
Notice the 4 countries he mentioned are in AFRICA? I thought ISIS was primarily based in Syria and Iraq?! As I indicated in a previous posting below, the US is going to engage militarily on the African continent more and more frequently, and not just in Liberia. The reason it MUST do this is because should China go off the dollar reserve system, there has to be consequences.
My mom passed away this past Sunday after a long battle with Brain Cancer. She was surrounded by our family and her friends and we all were able to say our goodbyes and thank her for her sacrifices she made to give us all a better life. She was a selfless woman and always put others before herself.
For the first time in my life I'm not afraid. I could pass tomorrow and know that I've kissed the foreheads of my children ten thousand times and told them I love them many more. I could pass tomorrow having been fortunate enough to see through the veil of this 3-dimensional world and the lies that linger in the lower dimensions it encompasses.
I've moved on. I am at peace with the situation of this world. I was called on long ago to stop it, as were you all here. Fear is only as real as you let them make it. Death is not an end, but a beginning. Remember to love everyday and you will have little reason to fear not being here for the next one.
Peace and Love always.
Lots of posts on here recently about the big "G" and his only son, the big "J". Posts that even suggest that those who don't believe in the big "G" and serve Him, are servants of the devil.
Posts like this leave me in a contemplative mood - not about the existence (or not) of the big "G", but of the nature of beliefs themselves - of how we come to believe.
Some of you make it seem as though believing in God is as easy as choosing which color shirt to put on in the morning.
That's not my experience, not at all. Beliefs are arrived at not by choosing, but by systematic consideration; we hear an assertion, we then use our intelligence, wit, common sense and life experience to weigh that assertion.
Does it ring true? If so, we say to ourselves, hey, that seems right, it might be the case that this assertion is true, in fact the evidence is so strong that I believe it is true.
But if it doesn't ring true we dismiss the assertion.
Belief is not a choice. Sure, we can choose to ignore evidence that might cause us to change our beliefs, but assuming we're open to all evidence, can we truly choose to believe? Is belief a simple matter of choice?
I assert not.
I’m so depressed. Is it just me or does it seem like NOTHING is getting better in this country? The wars, the debt, the crime, the police brutality, government overreach, etc… It seems like for the last few years things have continued to spiral downward and NO end is in sight. Think of the scandals that have come to light in Washington – the NSA, DOJ spying on reporters, Lois Lerner and the IRS, Fast and Furious and Eric Holder, etc…WHERE IS JUSTICE? WHY AREN’T PEOPLE GOING TO PRISON?
Meet Jack and Jill. Don't they make a lovely couple? Off to fetch a pail of water, hand in hand they go, smiles on their faces and the spirit of co-operation in their hearts. They're off to conquer the world.
Fetching a pail of water seems a simple enough task: A leisurely stroll through the shady fruit trees of the orchard that separates their handsome little cottage from the hill. The sun shines lightly on their backs and on Jack's broad shoulders as marshmallow-like clouds drift by, casting deep cool shadows on the rolling grass robed hills. Honey fairly drips from the combs as here and there a few bees sleepily drone about in the wild flowers. What could possibly go wrong on such a fine day?