The Journal of a Raucous Expat Living in Rural Thailand
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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The roughly 5-week Elixa Probiotic experiement (ElixaFTA.com) is complete and all that’s left now is to get the data from the nine separate gut-bug tests (stool samples), 6 of which we’re submitted to uBiome, and 3 to AmGut.
To recap, I first took a uBiome sample about a week before starting the course, then both a uBiome and AmGut from the same “location” on the morning right before commencing the 12-day course.
About halfway through, I took another uBiome and then right at the end, both a uBiome and AmGut. It actually turned out to be a 13-day course, since I was out of town for a day and forgot to bring it along. Coincidently, it was between doses 6 and 7.
Finally, I did a uBiome a week after done, and then just a couple of days ago, both a uBiome and AmGut at 2-weeks after completion. So, if anyone from home has done a more thorough setup I sure don’t know about it. Apparently, these things take a while to process. Given it’s been near six weeks since submitting the first kit, we should begin to see these test results trickle in. I’m curious, though I really don’t know what it’s going to reveal that I don’t already know: I feel fine.
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Artificial borders, drawn with crayon or colored pencils on paper that serves as your meta-metaphor, making precisions beyond plain continental drift (we’re land animals) is really silly on Kindergarten proportions.
I won’t belabor how fucktarded you are. Thank me later.
Why does everyone agitate over borders?
No, REALLY, why does everyone agitate over borders?
Money.
And you call yourselves Democratic Socialists.
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Real women are the salivation of all men. The converse it true too, of course.
If it were not not for women and the children they bear for us dudes, “civilization” would amount to a global pub with comfy chairs for “gaming.”
Want to be warm? OK, I’ll be right there (creates a power plant for a woman—we. can. not. help. it.).
It’s very true that 100% of modern convenience has been exclusively created by men. What’s never recognized and is indeed spat upon with regularity, is the realization that we were completely fine and OK freezing and dirty in the pub with our mates. We’re plagued with a conscience. We…I…Can’t help our[my]sel[f/eves].
I love it and so embrace the animal antagonism that goes with it as m spice of life that nobody gets to account for but me. Don’t you? I adore loving my place, even though I can get uppity. Don’t you?
My woman gets on my ass regularly, and I don’t know what I’d do without it.
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I don’t think I’ve ever blogged about this explicitly in a single post, though I’ve been aware of it even before Radley Balko of The Agitator blog (now Washington Post) wrote this in 2006: They Always Shoot the Dog.
Apparently, people who think that perhaps the government acted properly in invading and burning down a house of largely innocent (but admidetly weird) people get really pissed off when they learn that the federal government also slaughtered the Branch Davidian dogs. Women and children? Meh. Weirdo cultists probably deserved it. But…
“They killed the dogs? Aw, man. That’s bullshit.”
Radly was a sort of blogger-investigative journalist—whose main credit is getting Cory Maye first, off death row, then released. It was all over an absolutely righteous—stand up and say yea—killing of an intruder in a uniform, who if I recall correctly, was the son of the police chief or some other person of law doesn’t apply privilege. He was afraid for a baby daughter, not a dog, so take it with a grain of salt. After all, there’s Original Sin to consider and I believe that pets are innocent at birth, unlike human infants.
Cory Jermaine Maye (born September 9, 1980), is a former prisoner in the U.S. state of Mississippi. He was originally convicted of murder in the 2001 death of a Prentiss, Mississippi police officer named, Ron W. Jones, during a drug raid on the other half of Maye’s duplex. Maye has said he thought that the intruders were burglars and did not realize they were police. He pleaded not guilty at his trial, citing self-defense. Nevertheless, Maye was convicted of murder and was sentenced to death. Maye’s case attracted little attention until late 2005, when Reason magazine senior editor and police misconduct researcher Radley Balko brought it to light on his blog The Agitator.[1] Balko’s research raised several questions about Maye’s conviction and in particular about the reliability of medical examiner Steven Hayne, who performed the autopsy on Jones and testified at the trial. According to Maye’s supporters, his conviction also brought up issues such as the right to self-defense, police conduct in the War on Drugs, racial and social inequities in Mississippi and whether he received competent legal representation.
In case you think I just pulled this out of my ass, search the blog for ‘Cory Maye’. I was there the whole time.
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We’re up here at the vacation home in the pines for a long weekend with four dogs (yea, we brought Hunter the Beagle along). It’s been a blast. Breakfast pics at the end. We get everything we like off-grid TV-wise except live sports, so today is football day.
~ We’ll have another iron fortification update post soon. With further digging, it’s really remarkable the politics, money, and favor that went into the “anemia health crisis.”
~ Economic and plain business ignorance.
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