AND WE DID IT
What lies ahead for the planet as global warming takes hold? In 2007, a United Nations panel predicted the following drastic changes.
Below are 13 predictions predicted by a large panel of top scientists. I have a few comments in italics under some years. But once again I will start with our shame; we did it, we need to stop being complacent and do what we can now. We need to lesson our damage as much as possible by working together to stop the carnage and teach our offspring all we can about the mess we made before handing the ball to them.
2009: The world population nears 7 billion as more people now live in cities than in rural areas, changing patterns of land use and adding to smog.
2018: Global oil production peaks between 2008 and 2018, triggering a global recession, food shortages and conflicts between nations over dwindling supplies.
2020: Flash floods increase across Europe. Less rainfall reduces agriculture yields by up to 50 percent in some areas. Population reaches 7.6 billion.
2030: Up to 18 percent of the world's coral reefs are lost as a result of the changing climate and other environmental stresses. Warming temperatures will melt the last glaciers in the mountains of equatorial Africa. In low-income parts of the world, diarrhea-related illness is likely to rise by 5 percent.
Methinks all illnesses will rise by at least 10%.
2040: The Arctic Sea is ice-free in the summer, and winter ice depth shrinks drastically. Some say this won't happen until 2060 to 2105.
This can be delayed, maybe stopped, by concentrated action.
2050: Large glaciers shrink by 30 to 70 percent as a quarter of the world's plant and vertebrate animal species face extinction. Human deaths related to heat are expected to rise in Australia and the United States -- but in the United Kingdom, cold-related deaths are expected to rise.
This can be delayed, maybe stopped, by concentrated action.
2070: As warmer, drier conditions lead to more frequent and longer droughts, electricity production for the worlds existing hydropower stations decreases.
2080: Between 1.1 and 3.2 billion people experience water shortages and up to 600 million go hungry.
I think this is understated and will happen sooner.
But in other parts of the world, people living in 2080 will experience the other extreme. Up to 20 percent of the world's population will live in river basins likely to see increased flooding, and up to 100 million people could be affected by coastal flooding. Sea levels around New York City, above, could rise by 3 feet.
I think this is understated and will happen sooner. This does not mention the financial problem created by the flooding of hundreds of square miles of prime high value land. The world economy will go down the toilet and the cloak of civilization will fall to the ground. The real human nature will emerge with a ferocious drive for themselves and their families to survive. The meek will be slaughtered in the millions.
2085: The number of people at risk of dengue fever from climate change increases to 3.5 billion.
2100: A quarter of all species of plants and land animals -- more than a million total -- are driven to extinction.
The food chain is broken; this extinction will cause incredible hardships and destruction. Also this will begin many years sooner. Wars, famine, plague, starvation, floods, earthquakes, tornadoes, and such along with many other forms of death will take us back to the Iron Age.
2200: An Earth day is 0.12 milliseconds shorter, as rising temperatures cause oceans to expand toward the poles, speeding up the planet's rotation. (Source: ICPP)
Have a nice day
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Legal System Illegal; we can't win.
There’s finally, a conclusion to Stevens ex Rep – Senator, Alaska, corruption trial. This mockery of justice, tax cost of millions, half a decade long witch hunt comes to an end amidst a PR nightmare. In a nut shell I will sum up the federal governments legal partisan ping pong. The Dems, thought they had caught a live one, Repub. Senator Stevens, Alaska, while still sitting in office. The federal prosecutors were forced to launch an investigation for corruption into Steven’s home remodel even though a Republican President sat in the White House. Apparently Stevens did not disclose a big chair, stain glass window and a sculpture in his Senate documents. (Shoot, I thought those where Ms. Stevens stuff) This activity, of course, had a direct affect on the Republicans bid for President and Vice-President, frickin repubs, their probably all crooks. And once the Dems won the highest office in the land the prosecution went on with renewed zeal. Yes, our ‘neutral’ federal prosecutors, paid outta our taxes, committed vast resources to nail Stevens ass to the wall. Stevens barely lost his Senate seat in a race with Democrat Mark Begich. Stevens was a 40 year veteran in congress and a WW2 veteran.
Okay, maybe a couple nut shells, but I’m a getting there. U.S. District Judge Emmet Sullivan said of the prosecutors "In nearly 25 years on the bench, I've never seen anything approaching the mishandling and misconduct that I've seen in this case." So a guilty Stevens got off because of our legal servants lied and cheated and acted in a complete partisan manner, they figured it was payback time. Whoever gets on top gets to screw the other guy, using our money, so this blatant gun slinging has been going on since George Washington was president, ping pong with legal bullets. The prosecutors will now be investigated by a different federal prosecutor and most likely they will lose their license to practice law. The case will prove career-ending for those prosecutors in the Justice Department's public corruption unit.
Stevens, who may have accepted some hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of a chair, a window and a statue, will get no punishment and has declared victory on the court house steps. Stevens will sue the Federal Justice Department for several million dollars worth of legal bills, he will win. The Justice Department is suing itself, that will cost us another umpteen million above what we have already spent. These Demo antics will also derail the corruption investigation into other public officials, including Rep. Don Young, R-Alaska, who has been under scrutiny by the same prosecutors now under investigation.
The only conclusion I can come up with concerning this political war is that we are the biggest losers. For a couple pieces of furniture we paid out millions to support this squabble. The only personal satisfaction I can think of is to go right down to a full session of congress, drink a gallon of root beer, and barf over the visitor’s rail, I really don’t care if I splatter a Dem or a Repub. Maybe I’ll get lucky and splat both.
Okay, maybe a couple nut shells, but I’m a getting there. U.S. District Judge Emmet Sullivan said of the prosecutors "In nearly 25 years on the bench, I've never seen anything approaching the mishandling and misconduct that I've seen in this case." So a guilty Stevens got off because of our legal servants lied and cheated and acted in a complete partisan manner, they figured it was payback time. Whoever gets on top gets to screw the other guy, using our money, so this blatant gun slinging has been going on since George Washington was president, ping pong with legal bullets. The prosecutors will now be investigated by a different federal prosecutor and most likely they will lose their license to practice law. The case will prove career-ending for those prosecutors in the Justice Department's public corruption unit.
Stevens, who may have accepted some hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of a chair, a window and a statue, will get no punishment and has declared victory on the court house steps. Stevens will sue the Federal Justice Department for several million dollars worth of legal bills, he will win. The Justice Department is suing itself, that will cost us another umpteen million above what we have already spent. These Demo antics will also derail the corruption investigation into other public officials, including Rep. Don Young, R-Alaska, who has been under scrutiny by the same prosecutors now under investigation.
The only conclusion I can come up with concerning this political war is that we are the biggest losers. For a couple pieces of furniture we paid out millions to support this squabble. The only personal satisfaction I can think of is to go right down to a full session of congress, drink a gallon of root beer, and barf over the visitor’s rail, I really don’t care if I splatter a Dem or a Repub. Maybe I’ll get lucky and splat both.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
MINK
I wrote this in '07, it's one of my favorite shorts. Kinda reminds me of the 'sell your gold to us by mail' thing. Perhaps they read my story and designed a modification.
MINK
"There could be thousands." "Millions!" Pat & Bob turned their heads towards one another at the same time, wicked grins reflecting each other. Their noses less then twelve inches apart because they both sat at the same computer station looking at prices on FURS.com. The grins grew to laughter. Pat grabbed a calculator and flopped on his bed. He poked in numbers "Okay" he said "If we get say, only a couple hundred coats and they average a hundred bucks each, An' I'm figuring way under projection, that would be twenty thousand smackerooneys," He carried the ooneys off like a wolf until their laughter fouled it up.
Pat caught his breath first "We'll need a warehouse." He said. "I bet we could use my dad's garage." Pat kept talking, thinking out loud. "My kid brother can be our warehouse guy."
"We'd have to pay him to keep quiet. You trust him? What about your folks? Their gonna wonder." Bob was whining.
"No problemo, seniorio, I'll make up some garbage about distributing or something. Their so happy that I'm outta the house and in collage they won't do nothing to screw that up. Besides, they'll be real happy that I'm trying to make a buck." Pat promised.
"It's legal?" Bob was still whiny. Pat replied "Of course." "Really?" Bob had a hopeful whine.
"Well, all accept the part about burning. But we probably shouldn't even have to do that." Pat's voice went faster as if to outrun the wicked grins that were reemerging on their faces. They high fived enough times for it to look like some kind of macho patty cake.
"We should leave all the boxes sealed until we need ‘em." Bob started thinking about details too. "Except the ones we need to dump for capital."
"Check. Go live late January, February at the latest. So we got over a month. That way we'll have the longest fiscal year before tax time dooos the exposeee." Pat was up and started a little dance.
"Wait a minute." Bob's whine was back. "What exposé’s are you talking about, man, I don't" "No, no, no." Pat cut him off. "No exposé’s. What I mean is that we'll have the maximum time for our donors to contribute before people start needing their tax right-offs again. We'll have to close up shop in a year you know. We'll just close the doors, man. Who's going to bother with two teenagers going out of business? It's perfect I tell ya, perfect." Pat kissed all the tips of his fingers at the same time with a big smack then flicked the kisses out in all directions. "Mmmwwaaah" was his sound for that.
"Well, what about the charity receipts?" Bobs whine was toning to normal.
"We'll send them. Look, we apply for a non-profit license; we'll use the application number. I bet it's done all the time because it takes forever. At the same time we file for an S-corp. as a holding company. Before the bureaucrats are done thinking about it we'll close shop. Voila!" Pat did the kissing fingers thing again. "Mmmwwaaah! All we need now is a regular ol' DBA so's we can cash the checks and bingo!" Pat punctuated his sentence with a cheek pop.
"This just can't happen, dude, your crazy man; we'd need at least a grand or two seed money. And it's just crazy, something going to happen, dude" Bob blurted out, half whiny, half belligerent "where are we going to get the seed money?"
"What's that?" Pat looked startled. "What!" Bob started to look around the small dorm room they shared. "That noise, don't you here it?" Pat was funning Bob's paranoia. He started to sing and step to the tune of Winter Wonderland' cupping his ears and wagging his arms in rhythm. "That noise, don't cha hear it? Hey boys, don't cha fear it. The sleigh bells aplay, on Christmas day, awalking in a money wonderland." Pat paused with a glance at his audience to make sure he was getting through. He continued louder, "Hey boys what's your worry? We're naaaught inabig hurry. We're cruising along, singing our song and stuffingour pocketsful ofmoney."
"I ain't spending my Christmas money, it's for rent. How are we going to get money out of the furs? We can't just set up a table and sell em on the corner." Bob did his whine.
"We can't? Crap! I thought we could." Bob was just too easy and Pat too merciless with his jibes. "It's covered, dude. Trust me. Let's get rolling."
Less then a month later their vehicle to riches was ready to go live on the net. It was registered as PeltBurials.com and had pictures of cuddly, furry animals as a motif. The hook was the heart string tug. The hook set was allowing the donors to access the value of their furs while maintaining a clean conscience.
DO YOU HAVE DEAD ANIMALS MOLDING IN YOUR CLOSET?
DO YOUR PRINCIPLES PROHIBIT YOU FROM WEARING FURS IN PUBLIC?
YOU ARE IN THE RIGHT PLACE!
THESE ONCE BLITHE ANIMALS ROAMED FREE IN THE WILDERNESS
ONLY YOU CAN HELP RETURN THEIR REMAINS TO WHERE THEY BELONG
YOU CHOOSE FROM MOUNTAIN, VALLEY OR HILL, PLUS STREAM,
RIVER OR LAKE AS YOUR SETTING FOR SCENIC BURIAL
WE WILL CONSIDER ANY OTHER ARRANGEMENT YOU WISH
WE RESERVE THE RIGHT TO DECIDE IF IT IS
APPROPRIATE FOR INTERNSHIP. IT COST YOU NOTHING!
YOU SHIP C.O.D. TO OUR HUMANE WAREHOUSE
OUR EXPERT ESTIMATORS WILL EVALUATE YOUR FURS AT FULL RETAIL
AND WE SEND YOU A RECEIPT FOR TAX DEDUCTION PURPOSES
YOU WILL HAVE PEACE OF MIND KNOWING THAT THESE DEAD
ANIMALS WILL NOT BE PARADED AS TROPHIES AGAIN
The response surpassed their wildest projections. In three months they had received more then a thousand parcels, many with a valuable fur inside. They moved out of the garage and into a discreet warehouse in a small industrial park. They had been selling the furs at the mammoth San Diego flea market and were raking in the cash. No furs were considered for entombment.
Pat and Bob were sitting in their dorm room/office so buoyant that they were slapping their hands and knees while trying to count the cash. Tears of delight dribbled on the bills. They were sloppy, money was everywhere.
The knock on the door was more of a bang, Pat and Bob looked questionably at each other, shrugging simultaneously.
"Yah, who's it." Pat said loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door as he approached.
"Pizza" was the muffled reply.
Pat glanced over his shoulder at Bob, who shrugged again. He opened the door.
The door frame was filled by a guy so big he had to scrunch his chin and crook his knees to see into the room. He wore an expensive black suit. He put his foot offhandedly in the door-sill and smiled, droning deeply "Good morning gentlemen."
Pat was obviously intimidated. "We didn't order no pizza." He stammered, unable to think of anything intelligent to say.
A smaller suit slid around the big lout and also smiled, glimpsing the money lying around. "That was piece of'' not pizza,' more like piece of' the action." The little guy cackled at his own joke; they were now inside. The big one closed the door softly and took position in front of it. He hunched a little by habit.
The smaller one was declaring. "I represent, let's say, a charitable organization' and we have a proposition for you boys."
"What? I don't get it." Pat said. He and Bob tried to discreetly gather up the green backs. It was impossible.
Pint size kept addressing his captive audience "My friends and me consider you boys to have landed on a lucrative scheme and we decided to franchise you."
All Pat and Bob could do was to sit on the bed. They looked unnerved; neither had been unnerved before. "Fa fa franchise?" Bob stuttered out as if it were a whole new word for him.
"Certainly, as good business men you boys must realize that your, ah, enterprise' needs to branch out. And we are here to help. Isn't that so, Brutus?" Not waiting for a response from Brutus the smaller suit went on "Of course Brutus isn't his real name but we like to call him that. It's very fitting, don't you think? Read page one if you please, Brutus."
"Sure boss." Brutus said in a monotone, he blandly continued with account numbers, balances and signatories of the S-Corp, their pending non-profit status, DBA bank accounts and various business licenses. Pat and Bob's eyes bulged out, their throats gobbled.
When Brutus was done the small suit went on. "Of course we'll have to make some minor modifications to your business plan. I have them right here," he handed a packet to Pat, "so you boys won't have any misunderstanding about what to do with the cash and furs. Of course, since you are expanding, we'll need to send some fellows around now and then to help you out. Page two, please Brutus." Brutus monotones again, this time he listed the names, addresses, birthdays, etc of the junior entrepreneurs' families. Both boys went deathly pale. Brutus collected the heaped cash; stuffed it in his case and the suits left. From their window the pale boys watched the two men disappear in a custom stretch Hummer.
The suits were as good as their word. In six months a network of holding stations fed an old, large warehouse in nowhere, Kansas. Inventory was video recorded, books where kept, receipts sent out and insurance policies purchased, all in Pat and Bob's name. This was all done by mysterious associates that came on irregular days and at erratic times. Pat and Bobs cut looked better then what they believed they might have made in the first place, so, for now, they were fairly satisfied with whole setup.
Two weeks later Brutus whistled as he drove south and considered the stink all those rabbit coats would make as they burned, along with the smell of a few ratty minks and ermines for authenticity. He thought the meeting with the boys had gone rather well. They had not seamed in the least concerned that he had showed up by himself for such important transactions. All the accounts and insurance policies were in order and had been attached to his offshore bank accounts, plus a couple of others that fronted for the Russian market. By now the bulk of the furs are en route to Moscow, those proceeds would go to his Swiss bank account. His insurance investigator cohort was expensive but well worth the ten percent. Brutus thought he may have to take care' of the guy; the dope probably had no idea how to spend a million and a half bucks without getting caught. His deliberation was interrupted by thumping in the rear of the customized Hummer, it sounded more authoritative then what he thought his smaller partner should be able to manage; maybe the little guy was getting desperate. Probably. He considered the two kids and was annoyed at his softness; he should have brought them along for the swim. They'd be alright; somebody would find them in a couple days, maybe a little dehydrated but they'll get over it. He continued to head south until he reached a deep part of the Rio Grande. He would miss the Hummer, it was hard to find a vehicle his size, but it would also be hard to hide, it was ostentatious. It's going to be hard enough to hide myself, he considered, but he'd have the whole continent of South America to hide in, that should be big enough. He chuckled, why people thought big guys like me are stupid he'd never know; if anyone thought about it they would realize that our brains are larger too.
MINK
"There could be thousands." "Millions!" Pat & Bob turned their heads towards one another at the same time, wicked grins reflecting each other. Their noses less then twelve inches apart because they both sat at the same computer station looking at prices on FURS.com. The grins grew to laughter. Pat grabbed a calculator and flopped on his bed. He poked in numbers "Okay" he said "If we get say, only a couple hundred coats and they average a hundred bucks each, An' I'm figuring way under projection, that would be twenty thousand smackerooneys," He carried the ooneys off like a wolf until their laughter fouled it up.
Pat caught his breath first "We'll need a warehouse." He said. "I bet we could use my dad's garage." Pat kept talking, thinking out loud. "My kid brother can be our warehouse guy."
"We'd have to pay him to keep quiet. You trust him? What about your folks? Their gonna wonder." Bob was whining.
"No problemo, seniorio, I'll make up some garbage about distributing or something. Their so happy that I'm outta the house and in collage they won't do nothing to screw that up. Besides, they'll be real happy that I'm trying to make a buck." Pat promised.
"It's legal?" Bob was still whiny. Pat replied "Of course." "Really?" Bob had a hopeful whine.
"Well, all accept the part about burning. But we probably shouldn't even have to do that." Pat's voice went faster as if to outrun the wicked grins that were reemerging on their faces. They high fived enough times for it to look like some kind of macho patty cake.
"We should leave all the boxes sealed until we need ‘em." Bob started thinking about details too. "Except the ones we need to dump for capital."
"Check. Go live late January, February at the latest. So we got over a month. That way we'll have the longest fiscal year before tax time dooos the exposeee." Pat was up and started a little dance.
"Wait a minute." Bob's whine was back. "What exposé’s are you talking about, man, I don't" "No, no, no." Pat cut him off. "No exposé’s. What I mean is that we'll have the maximum time for our donors to contribute before people start needing their tax right-offs again. We'll have to close up shop in a year you know. We'll just close the doors, man. Who's going to bother with two teenagers going out of business? It's perfect I tell ya, perfect." Pat kissed all the tips of his fingers at the same time with a big smack then flicked the kisses out in all directions. "Mmmwwaaah" was his sound for that.
"Well, what about the charity receipts?" Bobs whine was toning to normal.
"We'll send them. Look, we apply for a non-profit license; we'll use the application number. I bet it's done all the time because it takes forever. At the same time we file for an S-corp. as a holding company. Before the bureaucrats are done thinking about it we'll close shop. Voila!" Pat did the kissing fingers thing again. "Mmmwwaaah! All we need now is a regular ol' DBA so's we can cash the checks and bingo!" Pat punctuated his sentence with a cheek pop.
"This just can't happen, dude, your crazy man; we'd need at least a grand or two seed money. And it's just crazy, something going to happen, dude" Bob blurted out, half whiny, half belligerent "where are we going to get the seed money?"
"What's that?" Pat looked startled. "What!" Bob started to look around the small dorm room they shared. "That noise, don't you here it?" Pat was funning Bob's paranoia. He started to sing and step to the tune of Winter Wonderland' cupping his ears and wagging his arms in rhythm. "That noise, don't cha hear it? Hey boys, don't cha fear it. The sleigh bells aplay, on Christmas day, awalking in a money wonderland." Pat paused with a glance at his audience to make sure he was getting through. He continued louder, "Hey boys what's your worry? We're naaaught inabig hurry. We're cruising along, singing our song and stuffingour pocketsful ofmoney."
"I ain't spending my Christmas money, it's for rent. How are we going to get money out of the furs? We can't just set up a table and sell em on the corner." Bob did his whine.
"We can't? Crap! I thought we could." Bob was just too easy and Pat too merciless with his jibes. "It's covered, dude. Trust me. Let's get rolling."
Less then a month later their vehicle to riches was ready to go live on the net. It was registered as PeltBurials.com and had pictures of cuddly, furry animals as a motif. The hook was the heart string tug. The hook set was allowing the donors to access the value of their furs while maintaining a clean conscience.
DO YOU HAVE DEAD ANIMALS MOLDING IN YOUR CLOSET?
DO YOUR PRINCIPLES PROHIBIT YOU FROM WEARING FURS IN PUBLIC?
YOU ARE IN THE RIGHT PLACE!
THESE ONCE BLITHE ANIMALS ROAMED FREE IN THE WILDERNESS
ONLY YOU CAN HELP RETURN THEIR REMAINS TO WHERE THEY BELONG
YOU CHOOSE FROM MOUNTAIN, VALLEY OR HILL, PLUS STREAM,
RIVER OR LAKE AS YOUR SETTING FOR SCENIC BURIAL
WE WILL CONSIDER ANY OTHER ARRANGEMENT YOU WISH
WE RESERVE THE RIGHT TO DECIDE IF IT IS
APPROPRIATE FOR INTERNSHIP. IT COST YOU NOTHING!
YOU SHIP C.O.D. TO OUR HUMANE WAREHOUSE
OUR EXPERT ESTIMATORS WILL EVALUATE YOUR FURS AT FULL RETAIL
AND WE SEND YOU A RECEIPT FOR TAX DEDUCTION PURPOSES
YOU WILL HAVE PEACE OF MIND KNOWING THAT THESE DEAD
ANIMALS WILL NOT BE PARADED AS TROPHIES AGAIN
The response surpassed their wildest projections. In three months they had received more then a thousand parcels, many with a valuable fur inside. They moved out of the garage and into a discreet warehouse in a small industrial park. They had been selling the furs at the mammoth San Diego flea market and were raking in the cash. No furs were considered for entombment.
Pat and Bob were sitting in their dorm room/office so buoyant that they were slapping their hands and knees while trying to count the cash. Tears of delight dribbled on the bills. They were sloppy, money was everywhere.
The knock on the door was more of a bang, Pat and Bob looked questionably at each other, shrugging simultaneously.
"Yah, who's it." Pat said loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door as he approached.
"Pizza" was the muffled reply.
Pat glanced over his shoulder at Bob, who shrugged again. He opened the door.
The door frame was filled by a guy so big he had to scrunch his chin and crook his knees to see into the room. He wore an expensive black suit. He put his foot offhandedly in the door-sill and smiled, droning deeply "Good morning gentlemen."
Pat was obviously intimidated. "We didn't order no pizza." He stammered, unable to think of anything intelligent to say.
A smaller suit slid around the big lout and also smiled, glimpsing the money lying around. "That was piece of'' not pizza,' more like piece of' the action." The little guy cackled at his own joke; they were now inside. The big one closed the door softly and took position in front of it. He hunched a little by habit.
The smaller one was declaring. "I represent, let's say, a charitable organization' and we have a proposition for you boys."
"What? I don't get it." Pat said. He and Bob tried to discreetly gather up the green backs. It was impossible.
Pint size kept addressing his captive audience "My friends and me consider you boys to have landed on a lucrative scheme and we decided to franchise you."
All Pat and Bob could do was to sit on the bed. They looked unnerved; neither had been unnerved before. "Fa fa franchise?" Bob stuttered out as if it were a whole new word for him.
"Certainly, as good business men you boys must realize that your, ah, enterprise' needs to branch out. And we are here to help. Isn't that so, Brutus?" Not waiting for a response from Brutus the smaller suit went on "Of course Brutus isn't his real name but we like to call him that. It's very fitting, don't you think? Read page one if you please, Brutus."
"Sure boss." Brutus said in a monotone, he blandly continued with account numbers, balances and signatories of the S-Corp, their pending non-profit status, DBA bank accounts and various business licenses. Pat and Bob's eyes bulged out, their throats gobbled.
When Brutus was done the small suit went on. "Of course we'll have to make some minor modifications to your business plan. I have them right here," he handed a packet to Pat, "so you boys won't have any misunderstanding about what to do with the cash and furs. Of course, since you are expanding, we'll need to send some fellows around now and then to help you out. Page two, please Brutus." Brutus monotones again, this time he listed the names, addresses, birthdays, etc of the junior entrepreneurs' families. Both boys went deathly pale. Brutus collected the heaped cash; stuffed it in his case and the suits left. From their window the pale boys watched the two men disappear in a custom stretch Hummer.
The suits were as good as their word. In six months a network of holding stations fed an old, large warehouse in nowhere, Kansas. Inventory was video recorded, books where kept, receipts sent out and insurance policies purchased, all in Pat and Bob's name. This was all done by mysterious associates that came on irregular days and at erratic times. Pat and Bobs cut looked better then what they believed they might have made in the first place, so, for now, they were fairly satisfied with whole setup.
Two weeks later Brutus whistled as he drove south and considered the stink all those rabbit coats would make as they burned, along with the smell of a few ratty minks and ermines for authenticity. He thought the meeting with the boys had gone rather well. They had not seamed in the least concerned that he had showed up by himself for such important transactions. All the accounts and insurance policies were in order and had been attached to his offshore bank accounts, plus a couple of others that fronted for the Russian market. By now the bulk of the furs are en route to Moscow, those proceeds would go to his Swiss bank account. His insurance investigator cohort was expensive but well worth the ten percent. Brutus thought he may have to take care' of the guy; the dope probably had no idea how to spend a million and a half bucks without getting caught. His deliberation was interrupted by thumping in the rear of the customized Hummer, it sounded more authoritative then what he thought his smaller partner should be able to manage; maybe the little guy was getting desperate. Probably. He considered the two kids and was annoyed at his softness; he should have brought them along for the swim. They'd be alright; somebody would find them in a couple days, maybe a little dehydrated but they'll get over it. He continued to head south until he reached a deep part of the Rio Grande. He would miss the Hummer, it was hard to find a vehicle his size, but it would also be hard to hide, it was ostentatious. It's going to be hard enough to hide myself, he considered, but he'd have the whole continent of South America to hide in, that should be big enough. He chuckled, why people thought big guys like me are stupid he'd never know; if anyone thought about it they would realize that our brains are larger too.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
A Muse About Heaven
I watched a program where a scientist had a small bit of information travel faster than light. A wee bit of music imprinted on an electron. I don’t recall the tune; it arrived before it left, real time travel. This achievement leads to the real possibility of other dimensions, more than our standard length, width and depth all glued together by time. It means time can be part of other unknown dimensions, planes or places. The electron had to be somewhere during the mega mini second it was gone; we know it’s the same electron because the music was there.
Maybe it went to heaven, a spirit world, a place that we cannot see, feel, hear or smell. A place out of our know existence. Perhaps it’s the place where God hangs out, heaven. This brings another interesting possibility to light; heaven could be an exceedingly large place, just as proclaimed in the Bible and other main line doctrines. Also we now have a pretty real idea of the size and shape of our universe, the one made up of our three known dimensions. This concept allows for our entire three dimensional plane of existence, the universe, to be able to fit into heavens space, whatever kind of space it has.
This is a rather staggering idea to consider. The immensity of this thought is denoted by this statistic; if all the suns in our universe where the size of a grain of sand on a beach there would be enough sand to fill all the beaches on earth. So we have a rather large number of suns with an equally large amount of planets that could have had, do now, and probably will support intelligent life; like Huts, Wookies, Vulcans, Klingons and Orindians, and billions of other ‘space’ creatures all with some type of spiritual life that can be separate from their physical bodies. Same as most of us believe in our having a ‘soul.’ (I had a near death out of body experience on the operating table when I was 17; it was a very convincing incident. Blogged as ‘Evidence for Heaven’ March ’09).
I now have an interesting collection of facts and ideas to rope together. We will start with the bible and other holy scripts saying there is ample room for all in Heaven. Second, this is proved true because of the time experiment indicating an unknown ‘plane’ or dimension that can easily absorb our entire universe. Third, it is ultra narcissistic to think we are the only creatures with souls in our space time continuum. Fourth, this means we will meet unknown intelligent life in heaven due to God’s love and desire to have many saints in His Heaven. Finally, it is most likely that Jesus suffered a cruel death billions of times on different planets to save all the souls available.
Personally I find the experience of meeting other ‘weird’ life forms in Heaven to be one of the most exciting features to look forward to concerning going to Heaven; other then meeting God Himself that is.
Maybe it went to heaven, a spirit world, a place that we cannot see, feel, hear or smell. A place out of our know existence. Perhaps it’s the place where God hangs out, heaven. This brings another interesting possibility to light; heaven could be an exceedingly large place, just as proclaimed in the Bible and other main line doctrines. Also we now have a pretty real idea of the size and shape of our universe, the one made up of our three known dimensions. This concept allows for our entire three dimensional plane of existence, the universe, to be able to fit into heavens space, whatever kind of space it has.
This is a rather staggering idea to consider. The immensity of this thought is denoted by this statistic; if all the suns in our universe where the size of a grain of sand on a beach there would be enough sand to fill all the beaches on earth. So we have a rather large number of suns with an equally large amount of planets that could have had, do now, and probably will support intelligent life; like Huts, Wookies, Vulcans, Klingons and Orindians, and billions of other ‘space’ creatures all with some type of spiritual life that can be separate from their physical bodies. Same as most of us believe in our having a ‘soul.’ (I had a near death out of body experience on the operating table when I was 17; it was a very convincing incident. Blogged as ‘Evidence for Heaven’ March ’09).
I now have an interesting collection of facts and ideas to rope together. We will start with the bible and other holy scripts saying there is ample room for all in Heaven. Second, this is proved true because of the time experiment indicating an unknown ‘plane’ or dimension that can easily absorb our entire universe. Third, it is ultra narcissistic to think we are the only creatures with souls in our space time continuum. Fourth, this means we will meet unknown intelligent life in heaven due to God’s love and desire to have many saints in His Heaven. Finally, it is most likely that Jesus suffered a cruel death billions of times on different planets to save all the souls available.
Personally I find the experience of meeting other ‘weird’ life forms in Heaven to be one of the most exciting features to look forward to concerning going to Heaven; other then meeting God Himself that is.
Friday, April 3, 2009
I’m sick and tired, disgusted and outraged, etc, adnauseam..
I have been musing on the small citizens, like me, of our great U.S., us poor innocent serfs too the mega money people. That’s assuming you think these people should be called people at all. I tend to think of them as slime, crooks, thieves, predators, evil on earth, devil spawn, creatures to be exterminated, bugs to step on, vampires sucking out our life blood while they cackle in greed. There are many more fine definitions for these grotesque entities but the list is too long to record if I intend to get to my point in this century.
I will relate to you just a few recent grand larceny incidents committed by these ruthless ‘captains of industry’ and their minions, our equally putrid politicians; the greedy, traitorous elected officials that passed laws so we would all suffer together while they laughed their way to the bank. This is not an historical accounting of the rich tradition recounting peoples leaders stealing everything not nailed down. No, this is contemporary crime, crime that has been polished and perfected by centuries of practice and growth in the art of fleecing the poor public at large. The seduction of men by riches and power is prehistoric. Indeed Adam and Eve where seduced by Satan to reach for the power of God Himself. Genghis Kahn and Attila the Hun are historic examples of men’s never changing nature for power and riches.
After a history of one, then another, then masses of evil hearted men learned to become pillars in their community while plundering the lambs of society; we arrived at the turn of the new millennium, January 1st, 2000. This beginning of the first decade of the 21st century brought the perfected systems of billion dollar bilk jobs, executed by corrupt business men and politicians proclaiming they serve our best interests, into the largest corporations on earth.
The first mega theft slammed the public with incredible power costs, designed and allowed by our representatives with the deregulation madness. The intricacies of the power legislation are mute now. I live in California and the utility users first got swindled by the power industry then our government signed an emergency contract that allowed us to be swindled for many more years. Power traders gobbled up insane profits by manipulating the power grid. In Texas; Enron went further and stole the pensions from thousands of its employees. Our elected officials should of committed suicide from guilt, but since they were no doubt rewarded handsomely for selling their votes they obviously don’t have a conscience to motivate them to do the right thing, jump off the Golden Gate Bridge.
On to a more national fraud; days that should forever be known as days of infamy. Of course I speak of the ‘oil crisis.’ If ever there was a pig in a poke to be bought our congress made the buy. It is my understanding that our congress is supposed to protect us from such charlatan stealing. It has to be a fact that the oil barons got as many chuckles selling their swindle as ‘free enterprise’ and ‘we need gazillions for research’ as they did getting gobzillions in cash. Our politicians need to be strapped to hard back chairs with toothpicks holding their eyes open while watching repetitions of the meaning of public trust; ‘For the benefit of all, for the protection of the public and for the security of the United States’until they go mad. And methinks they should pass another law to compliment some new laws disallowing rape of the public and destruction of our resources, to wit; the ‘string up the bad guys mob law.’ Subsection A1; ‘No federal troops may be used to face, control or even come within 50 miles of a public demonstration and/or lynching of elected officials and other rat finks.’
Now we come to a global killing. The truly black hearted, the most disgusting vile monsters on earth, so foul that you would prefer to stand next to a rotting 25 ton whale for a week in the sun rather than smell their lethal stench. I speak, of course, of the bankers, the Wall Street scum, the insane, inept insurance back room boys and our condescending congress of slobbering blood suckers and toe jamb eaters. I guarantee you that one and all knew what they were doing and of the unfettered misery and death their actions were unleashing on the world. ‘So be it’ one and all called, as long as I get my mega cash the rest be damned.
This grandiose strategy to defraud the entire earth is the pinnacle of mans greed and lust for power. Vile, evil fiends building on the lessons of historic monstrosities have risen to the acme of devils work. Nothing in our past comes close to the world suffering and tragedy that’s here now and yet to come from this egregious assault on our delicate global civilization. Our politicians are stumbling about putting Band-Aids on ruptured arteries. Trying to grab cap full’s of change by squeezing off shore tax heavens as if that would come to a flea on a dogs ass compared to the trillions of our tax dollars being shoveled for free into a hundred mile breach in the dike. ‘See, we are working on the problem’ they can now say. There’s an old wisdom about that, one that Will Rogers pointed out, “closing the gate after the cattle’s run off won’t be much help when you try to get ‘em back in.” We are not going to get the darn cattle back unless we swoop down with our helicopters and Gatling guns, kill them all and take whatever they have of value. Probably not a good idea to leave anything for the vultures neither.
This is what needs to be done with the guys making a couple million a year and better only because they found out how to swindle the people. Did you know that some Wall Street and banker types made over a billion dollars last year? What job on earth could possibly be worth that? How else could that money be made other then outright scheming and stealing? But it was legal, thanks to our public officials and their kin about the globe. I say chase them all down, take them for all they possess. Throw them in the gutter, homeless, where they condemned billions to go. The mobs can identify them and stone them as was done in Biblical times.
How can anyone even conceive of leaving Ms. Madoff a hundred million in property and cash? We all know where that money came from. How can we conceive of letting these millionaires billionaires keep their plunder of legal criminal conspiracy with our elected morons? Tie ‘em up; let the public do some real justice on them.
I’ll tell you one more thing I am very unhappy about. I had hoped that some of my anger, my inner turmoil would dissipate a little by the end of my tirade. That has not happened, if anything my sick and tired, disgusted and outraged self is madder than hell and I only want to dish it out anymore.
Update; a Federal judge has ruled to allow Madoff junior to receive 10K a month while in school. Lynch the judge.
I will relate to you just a few recent grand larceny incidents committed by these ruthless ‘captains of industry’ and their minions, our equally putrid politicians; the greedy, traitorous elected officials that passed laws so we would all suffer together while they laughed their way to the bank. This is not an historical accounting of the rich tradition recounting peoples leaders stealing everything not nailed down. No, this is contemporary crime, crime that has been polished and perfected by centuries of practice and growth in the art of fleecing the poor public at large. The seduction of men by riches and power is prehistoric. Indeed Adam and Eve where seduced by Satan to reach for the power of God Himself. Genghis Kahn and Attila the Hun are historic examples of men’s never changing nature for power and riches.
After a history of one, then another, then masses of evil hearted men learned to become pillars in their community while plundering the lambs of society; we arrived at the turn of the new millennium, January 1st, 2000. This beginning of the first decade of the 21st century brought the perfected systems of billion dollar bilk jobs, executed by corrupt business men and politicians proclaiming they serve our best interests, into the largest corporations on earth.
The first mega theft slammed the public with incredible power costs, designed and allowed by our representatives with the deregulation madness. The intricacies of the power legislation are mute now. I live in California and the utility users first got swindled by the power industry then our government signed an emergency contract that allowed us to be swindled for many more years. Power traders gobbled up insane profits by manipulating the power grid. In Texas; Enron went further and stole the pensions from thousands of its employees. Our elected officials should of committed suicide from guilt, but since they were no doubt rewarded handsomely for selling their votes they obviously don’t have a conscience to motivate them to do the right thing, jump off the Golden Gate Bridge.
On to a more national fraud; days that should forever be known as days of infamy. Of course I speak of the ‘oil crisis.’ If ever there was a pig in a poke to be bought our congress made the buy. It is my understanding that our congress is supposed to protect us from such charlatan stealing. It has to be a fact that the oil barons got as many chuckles selling their swindle as ‘free enterprise’ and ‘we need gazillions for research’ as they did getting gobzillions in cash. Our politicians need to be strapped to hard back chairs with toothpicks holding their eyes open while watching repetitions of the meaning of public trust; ‘For the benefit of all, for the protection of the public and for the security of the United States’until they go mad. And methinks they should pass another law to compliment some new laws disallowing rape of the public and destruction of our resources, to wit; the ‘string up the bad guys mob law.’ Subsection A1; ‘No federal troops may be used to face, control or even come within 50 miles of a public demonstration and/or lynching of elected officials and other rat finks.’
Now we come to a global killing. The truly black hearted, the most disgusting vile monsters on earth, so foul that you would prefer to stand next to a rotting 25 ton whale for a week in the sun rather than smell their lethal stench. I speak, of course, of the bankers, the Wall Street scum, the insane, inept insurance back room boys and our condescending congress of slobbering blood suckers and toe jamb eaters. I guarantee you that one and all knew what they were doing and of the unfettered misery and death their actions were unleashing on the world. ‘So be it’ one and all called, as long as I get my mega cash the rest be damned.
This grandiose strategy to defraud the entire earth is the pinnacle of mans greed and lust for power. Vile, evil fiends building on the lessons of historic monstrosities have risen to the acme of devils work. Nothing in our past comes close to the world suffering and tragedy that’s here now and yet to come from this egregious assault on our delicate global civilization. Our politicians are stumbling about putting Band-Aids on ruptured arteries. Trying to grab cap full’s of change by squeezing off shore tax heavens as if that would come to a flea on a dogs ass compared to the trillions of our tax dollars being shoveled for free into a hundred mile breach in the dike. ‘See, we are working on the problem’ they can now say. There’s an old wisdom about that, one that Will Rogers pointed out, “closing the gate after the cattle’s run off won’t be much help when you try to get ‘em back in.” We are not going to get the darn cattle back unless we swoop down with our helicopters and Gatling guns, kill them all and take whatever they have of value. Probably not a good idea to leave anything for the vultures neither.
This is what needs to be done with the guys making a couple million a year and better only because they found out how to swindle the people. Did you know that some Wall Street and banker types made over a billion dollars last year? What job on earth could possibly be worth that? How else could that money be made other then outright scheming and stealing? But it was legal, thanks to our public officials and their kin about the globe. I say chase them all down, take them for all they possess. Throw them in the gutter, homeless, where they condemned billions to go. The mobs can identify them and stone them as was done in Biblical times.
How can anyone even conceive of leaving Ms. Madoff a hundred million in property and cash? We all know where that money came from. How can we conceive of letting these millionaires billionaires keep their plunder of legal criminal conspiracy with our elected morons? Tie ‘em up; let the public do some real justice on them.
I’ll tell you one more thing I am very unhappy about. I had hoped that some of my anger, my inner turmoil would dissipate a little by the end of my tirade. That has not happened, if anything my sick and tired, disgusted and outraged self is madder than hell and I only want to dish it out anymore.
Update; a Federal judge has ruled to allow Madoff junior to receive 10K a month while in school. Lynch the judge.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Abolish the Federal Reserve Bank
I’m ready to blow my top. I’m really pissed off. I’m mad as hell and don’t want to take it in the ass anymore. Ladies and gentlemen I tell you that wealth does not go away, it merely changes hands. This is big news. I feel like an idiot for not seeing these truths before. But I did feel it in my bones; I knew there was a problem, a gross unfairness, even an insidious criminal cabal. I just never imagined a grandiose, century’s old, criminal undertaking legalized by our brain trust in Washington since 1913. I am so livid that we, I, have been so skillfully ripped off and kept in perpetual growing debt that I want blood and guts and gore in my teeth. Do you have a weak heart, if stress is bad for you then stop right here. Even if you choose to go on and become so outraged that you keel over your corpse will only be one tiny spit in the barrel of murders the Federal Reserve Bank is responsible for. All the crime and misery this deceptive sect of, of horrible creatures is responsible for is incalculable. I can’t go on, I’ve broken my keyboard buttons pounding on them, you will just have to judge for yourselves what fools we have been. Nothing you have witnessed in your life will have more impact than this exposé. Share this with every person you know.Especially all your congress people and Obama.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-515319560256183936&ei=n9bLSZaXG5Ly-gGTven4Cg&q=money+makers+documentary&hl=en&client=firefox-a
Try going here to contact your congress people;
Congress.org here: http://congress.org
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-515319560256183936&ei=n9bLSZaXG5Ly-gGTven4Cg&q=money+makers+documentary&hl=en&client=firefox-a
Try going here to contact your congress people;
Congress.org here: http://congress.org
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Poop on the Pope #2
I grew up in a Catholic family. I know their ideology. “So a guy dies and goes to heaven. St. Peter meets him at the gate, lets him in and starts to give an orientation tour. After a bit Peter says ‘We must be quiet while passing this wall.’ The newbie asks why. Peter says ‘Because the Catholics are in there and they think they are the only ones here’.” Not really that different then all the other Christian ideologies; theirs is ‘my way or the highway’. By the by I am a Christian, a confused Christian sometimes but nevertheless a born again follower (as best I can) of Jesus.
The big difference is the Catholics have much more strict rules then the Christians. Take birth control for instance; the only acceptable method, says the Catholic doctrine, is abstinence. Theoretically that sounds solid but in practice God has made men and woman sexual enthusiasts. After centuries of observation and a couple hundred years of statistics it is now know that abstinence doesn’t solve the problem. And if abstinence doesn’t work then trying to halt the HIV epidemic in Africa with this doctrine doesn’t work either.
So here’s a news worthy Poop on the Pope story. Just recently he visited Africa. His message to the masses there was abstinence from sex is the proper way to achieve birth control. What he said next is not just astounding; in my book it also verges on criminal. He condemned the use of condoms. He not only said that they were not effective, he also stated that condoms do not help in the crusade against HIV. Indeed he stated that condoms make the HIV problem worse.
I know Christians are not the most lenient in their doctrine, ‘only through Me will you enter heaven.’ said Jesus. Most world faiths are willing to work together to achieve peace and common good. I suppose I should say that radical Muslims are not co-operating; they would like to take the earth back to the Stone Age. Mullah, mullah, sock it too ya. But the Catholics are a sub category on Christianity and much more strict. That’s okay, I respect all religions, but to go to Africa and condemn the use of condoms is an unreal self promoting thing to do and a sin, in my humble opinion.
The big difference is the Catholics have much more strict rules then the Christians. Take birth control for instance; the only acceptable method, says the Catholic doctrine, is abstinence. Theoretically that sounds solid but in practice God has made men and woman sexual enthusiasts. After centuries of observation and a couple hundred years of statistics it is now know that abstinence doesn’t solve the problem. And if abstinence doesn’t work then trying to halt the HIV epidemic in Africa with this doctrine doesn’t work either.
So here’s a news worthy Poop on the Pope story. Just recently he visited Africa. His message to the masses there was abstinence from sex is the proper way to achieve birth control. What he said next is not just astounding; in my book it also verges on criminal. He condemned the use of condoms. He not only said that they were not effective, he also stated that condoms do not help in the crusade against HIV. Indeed he stated that condoms make the HIV problem worse.
I know Christians are not the most lenient in their doctrine, ‘only through Me will you enter heaven.’ said Jesus. Most world faiths are willing to work together to achieve peace and common good. I suppose I should say that radical Muslims are not co-operating; they would like to take the earth back to the Stone Age. Mullah, mullah, sock it too ya. But the Catholics are a sub category on Christianity and much more strict. That’s okay, I respect all religions, but to go to Africa and condemn the use of condoms is an unreal self promoting thing to do and a sin, in my humble opinion.
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