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I’m a bit behind so far, though. Just now watched the Democrat Debate (no, I don’t use “Democratic” as adjective in that context…There are Democrats and Republicans…Democrat Debate and Republican Debate).
Still taking notes, but here’s the best assemblage of clips so far.
We need to get very serious about this election.
I should not have to explain the title, but let me give it a sentence. A killing isn’t necessarily a murder. Got it?
Here’s a murder, and apparently, Seneca Police Lt. Mark Tiller has a big enough license to murder as to make James Bond blush. Don’t recall seeing him killing young adolescents in any of the films. He only had a license to kill, just like you. The license to murder has been summarily granted by SC 10th Judicial Circuit Solicitor, Chrissy Adams, pending Fed stuff.
Here’s the murder of Zachary Hammond. His date, Tori Morton, was in the car and certainly far from being out of harm’s way. Apparently, this was some “sting” over buying a few grams of a dried plant(s). Maybe one had been refined into a white powder form, like sugar and flour.
So, there you just saw a 19-yr-old kid getting murdered for the crime of selling C. sativa, a wild growing plant and getting scared and trying to flee when caught ‘red handed.’ It should be clear to even any casual viewer that the kid was just scared and trying to run, not trying to harm his eventual murderer, Police Lt. Mark Tiller. I haven’t looked in detail, but the cop probably said what they all say: I feared for my life.
Judge for yourself if his life—and not his reputation or pride—was in any danger. Lots more details here.
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Ever had one of those cafe/diner patty melts that makes you wish you hadn’t?
First of all, it’s supposed to be—or should be—a modest marriage of ground meat and cheese on both sides. How do they always ruin it? With either butter or cooking oil, then they have it swim there, soaking up as much as possible while it oxidizes and rancidifies on a hot flat top.
Actually, my taste is now so reset I can’t even eat hash browns in a cafe anymore. Tastes completely rancid, and their bacon tastes like I’m eating a salt lick.
So let me show you. You need good whole gain real sourdough (i.e., actually fermented, not fraud-dough). One is with Swiss, the other Jack. If you don’t know why the dimple in the patties, you’re not qualified to grill ground meat.
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~ For nearly 25 years now I’ve loosely used human slavery as a reference or analogy to what exists now in terms of statism, because I would prefer that people get a brain and dump all allegiance to all states worldwide. But it’s imperfect, and I always use it tongue in cheek because I hate diluting the meaning of true slavery.
Even the name of my blog, Free The Animal, contemplates this in a way. The distinction is that these are cages of human, voluntary design and it doesn’t require much overt force when human beings will willingly walk in, close and lock the door, and toss the key out of reach.
They don’t know anything different and reminiscent of Stockholm Syndrome, they’ll keep their cages nice & tidy, and will jeer and laf at all who point out that they’re not only living in a cage, but are keeping it clean and tidy for their zoo masters and love compliments: Why We Couldn’t Abolish Slavery Then and Can’t Abolish Government Now.
Slavery existed for thousands of years, in all sorts of societies and all parts of the world. To imagine human social life without it required an extraordinary effort. Yet, from time to time, eccentrics emerged to oppose it, most of them arguing that slavery is a moral monstrosity and therefore people should get rid of it. Such advocates generally elicited reactions that ranged from gentle amusement to harsh scorn and violent assault.
When people bothered to give reasons for opposing the proposed abolition, they advanced many different ideas. In the first column of the accompanying table, I list ten such ideas that I have encountered in my reading. At one time, countless people found one or more of these reasons an adequate ground on which to oppose the abolition of slavery.
In retrospect, however, these reasons seem shabby—more rationalizations than reasons. They now appear to nearly everyone to be, if not utterly specious, then shaky or, at best, unpersuasive, notwithstanding an occasional grain of truth. No one now dredges up these ideas or their corollaries to support a proposal for reestablishing slavery. Although vestiges of slavery exist in northern Africa and a few other places, the idea that slavery is a defensible social institution is defunct. Reasons that once, not so long ago, seemed to provide compelling grounds for opposing the abolition of slavery now pack no intellectual punch.
…Except when precisely the exact same arguments are always used by 100% of people all the time to mock people like me who’ve been calling for the abolition of state “slavery” for 25 years, now.
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Paging Tim “Tatertot” Steele.
My what a ride it’s been. Remember, Nov, 2012? Actually, I’m quite sure it was in comments on previous posts where Tim—who now has his own Vegetable Pharm—introduced the idea of bouts of eating potatoes only in comments. …And since he was doing it only in comments, I took it to posts; and he figured, what if you eat only potatoes, too, and we write about it not only in comments?
Here was the first post, and if you look only at comments, Tim pretty much pushes everyone out of the way from there out, eventually introducing resistant starch. Rest is history.
There was some pretty cool work along the way if you care to peruse the posts; even a great collaboration Tim did with another commenter in terms of glucose regulation eating only potatoes. But there was always one problem for me, and it’s that I couldn’t find a way of eating potatoes almost exclusively that achieved staple status, while not blowing my brains out.
I stumbled onto it—for me—by needing to get a gas grill. We sold our rather medium sized, stainless steel a couple of years ago when deciding to move into an apartment near Bea’s work that didn’t allow grills on the patio. More recently, living off-grid in an RV in the east hills even closer to Bea’s work, we decided to get another. But I wanted small. It’s the whole off-grid conservationist thing: by choice—not ideology or force you. Having experience in living 100% on solar with no backup for 2 months in Mexico, I became interested in how much one can do with less; not from necessity, but love of the challenge. Now we’re nearing 3 months here and I’ve used 3 gallons of generator gas, and 3/4 of that was while waiting for my full solar system to arrive and get set up.
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