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Snyder Reports, 5/9/26
"Gas Prices Are Breaking Americans,
Riding Bikes And Rationing Medications"
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So, we rise from the rubble...
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Saturday, May 9, 2026
"When Diesel Runs Out Everything Stops, Prepare For Empty Shelves And Higher Inflation"
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Jeremiah Babe, 5/9/26
"When Diesel Runs Out Everything Stops,
Prepare For Empty Shelves And Higher Inflation"
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Musical Interlude: 2002, "Remember Now"
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2002, "Remember Now"
"The inspiration for this song was a "Star Trek: The Next Generation" episode called "The Offspring". Data (an android) creates a "child" for himself which he names Lal (in the Hindi language, Lal means "Beloved"). Lal eventually dies in Data's arms, remembering and retelling the precious moments she has lived. Data transferred Lal's thoughts into his own neural net, so that she would not be forgotten."
"A Look to the Heavens"
This rock structure is not only surreal - it's real. The reason it's not more famous is that it is, perhaps, smaller than one might guess: the capstone rock overhangs only a few meters. Even so, the King of Wings outcrop, located in New Mexico, USA, is a fascinating example of an unusual type of rock structure called a hoodoo. Hoodoos may form when a layer of hard rock overlays a layer of eroding softer rock.
Figuring out the details of incorporating this hoodoo into a night-sky photoshoot took over a year. Besides waiting for a suitably picturesque night behind a sky with few clouds, the foreground had to be artificially lit just right relative to the natural glow of the background. After much planning and waiting, the final shot, featured here, was taken in May 2016. Mimicking the horizontal bar, the background sky features the band of our Milky Way Galaxy stretching overhead.”
“Requiem for a Ladybug”
“Requiem for a Ladybug”
by Frankly Francis
“You lie still less than a foot away on top of the soft mouse pad that protects me from carpal tunnel syndrome. I noticed this morning, through eyes not yet clarified by my first coffee of the day, your presence in my study. Odd, I thought, that you would even be present now. It is certainly past your time of the year in these parts.
I had the presence of mind to reckon that your life must be short. Rather than remove you from my space, both physical and mental, I decided that if these were your final moments then my study could be your Hospice and I your companion.
Your flight and movement were a little chaotic, seemingly random. You nestled in the heat of the light in the globe of my desk lamp, you circled my cranium, you landed in various spots, and in and on various objects on my desk while I got about the business of the day.
Sometimes I could see you, other times I did not know where you were. Then you would rise again to a new location. I wondered if you had any purpose in this, if there was more going on than my conscious programming allowed me to realize.
Perhaps it was, in your reality, some last business to be done? Or perhaps a ritual of your species’ existence? I hoped that if there is any pleasure in being a Ladybug that it was satisfying in some way, even so far from your natural habitat. Then you landed on your final resting spot and moved no more.
For me, my study is a place of many good things. I hope in your last moments it was to you as well. Rest in Peace my little Ladybug. And thanks for reminding me of the preciousness and fragility of life.”
Chet Raymo, “Take My Arm”
“Take My Arm”
by Chet Raymo
“I’m sure I have referenced here before the poems of Grace Schulman, she who inhabits that sweet melancholy place between “the necessity and impossibility of belief.” Between, too, the necessity and impossibility of love.
Belief and love. They have so much in common, yet are as distinct as self and other. How strange that two people can hitch their lives together, on a whim, say, or wild intuition, knowing little if nothing about the other’s hiddenness, about things that even the other does not fully understand and couldn’t articulate even if he did. Blind, deaf, dumb, they leap into the future, hoping to fly, and, for a moment, soaring, like Icarus, sunward. The necessity of wax. The impossibility of wax. We “fall” in love, they say. Schulman: “We slog. We tramp the road of possibility. Give me your arm.”
"The Essence Of Human Existence..."
"Curiosity is the essence of human existence.
'Who are we? Where are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going?'
I don't know. I don't have any answers to those questions.
I don't know what's over there around the corner. But I want to find out."
- Eugene Cernan
"The Invitation"
"The Invitation"
"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have
become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,
to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul;
if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty,
every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like
the company you keep in the empty moments."
- Oriah Mountain Dreamer
"The Molten Pit Of Human Reality..."
"Friedrich Nietzsche in ‘Beyond Good and Evil’ holds that only a few people have the fortitude to look in times of distress into what he calls the molten pit of human reality. Most, studiously, ignore the pit. Artists and philosophers, for Nietzsche, are consumed however by an insatiable curiosity, a quest for truth and a desire for meaning. They venture down into the bowels of the molten pit. They get as close as they can before the flames and heat drive them back. This intellectual and moral honesty, Nietzsche wrote, comes with a cost. Those singed by the fire of reality become ‘burnt children’ he wrote, eternal orphans in empires of illusion."
- Chris Hedges
Freely download "Beyond Good And Evil", by Friedrich Nietzsche, here:
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"We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man's character is his fate, it's not a choice but a calling. Sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter from the fragile fortress of our mind, allowing the monster without to turn within. We are left alone staring into the abyss, into the laughing face of madness."
- Fox Mulder, "X-Files"
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“Screw The Way Things Are, I Want Out!”
“Screw The Way Things Are, I Want Out!”
by Paul Rosenberg
“This is a beautiful planet, filled, in the main, with decent, cooperative humans. And yet, I want out. Give me any kind of functional spaceship and any reasonable chance, and I’ll take it. This place is anti-human. It chokes the best that’s in us, aggressively and self-righteously. I was struck not long ago by a comment of Ludwig Wittgenstein’s, in which he expressed the same kind of feeling: “I ought to have become a star in the sky. Instead of which I have remained stuck on earth…”
All of us who’ve had a moment of transcendence - who made some type of contact with what is truly the best inside ourselves - have also sensed that life in the current world is incompatible with it. I think we should stop burying that understanding beneath piles of “that’s the way things are,” “we should be realistic,” and “you can’t fight City Hall.” Screw the way things are, screw “realistic,” and screw City Hall too. I was made for better things than this, and you were too.
Everywhere I turn, some kind of ruler, sub-ruler, enforcer, regulator, or “right-thinking” quasi-enforcer demands not only my money but also for me to make myself easy to punish, thus showing myself to be a good subservient. That’s not just wrong; it’s a disease. I don’t care whether such people are “following orders,” “just doing their job,” or whatever else they tell themselves to soothe their rightly troubled souls. That mode of living is perverse, and these people are enforcing a disease.
Let me make this part very clear: The desire to control others is disease; it is corruption. Willing controllers are a morally inferior class. And the truly deranged thing is that these people rule the world! Forget about why this is so - we can debate that later - focus rather on the utter insanity of this: A minority of moral defectives, who think extortion is a virtue, rule people who are happy to live and let live, by force.
That’s outright lunacy. And to support the lunacy, we have lies, intimidation, and slogans: “In a democracy, you’re really ruling yourself,” “Only crazy people disagree,” “It’s always been this way,” and so on. To all of which I reply, How stupid do you think we are? You drilled that crap into us when we were children, but we’re not children anymore. And if “our way” isn’t as bad as North Korea, that makes it right? Only to a fool.
And the results of “the way it’s always been”… my God, the results… A study from the 1980s found that since 3600 BC, the world has known only 292 years of peace. During this period there have been 14,531 wars, large and small, in which 3.6 billion people have been killed.
This is what I’m supposed to serve with all my heart and soul? A Bronze Age system that can’t keep itself from slaughter? We’re talking about a 5,600-year track record of mass death, and yet fundamental change is considered unthinkable? Well, screw that too, because I think deep, fundamental change is called for, and was called for a long time ago.
Again, this is a wonderful planet and most of the people on it are decent, but it is ruled by insanity, and I want out. Yes, I know, there’s really nowhere to go. Every place I might go is dominated by the same diseased model, and dissent is punished the same, and in some places worse. That’s one of the reasons space appeals to me; it gives me a chance to escape this madness.
I’ll draw this to a close with a passage from C. Delisle Burns’s wonderful "The First Europe," describing why the Roman Empire collapsed: “Great numbers of men and women were unwilling to make the effort required for the maintenance of the old order, not because they were not good enough to fulfill their civic duties, but because they were too good to be satisfied with a system from which so few derived benefit.”
I, for one, am unwilling to expend any effort to maintain the present order. It is by its nature incompatible with the best that is in us, and always will be. Those of us who want to be more and better cannot support the current order without opposing what’s best in ourselves. Screw that.”
The Poet: William Butler Yeats, "The Second Coming"
"The Second Coming"
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
- William Butler Yeats, January 1919
"Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world," indeed...
"Don't Imagine..."
"We have now sunk to a depth at which the restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men. Do remember that dishonesty and cowardice always have to be paid for. Don't imagine that for years on end you can make yourself the boot-licking propagandist of any régime, and then suddenly return to mental decency."
- George Orwell
Free Download: Jiddu Krishnamurti, "The Book of Life "
"You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it.
That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies,
that is why you must sing and dance,
and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life."
- Jiddu Krishnamurti, "The Book of Life "
Freely download "The Book of Life " and many other works
by Jiddu Krishnamurti, here:
"After All..."
“The acceptance of ambiguity implies more than the commonplace understanding that some good things and some bad things happen to us. It means that we know that good and evil are inextricably intermixed in human affairs; that they contain, and sometimes embrace, their opposites; that success may involve failure of a different kind, and failure may be a kind of triumph.”
- Sydney J. Harris
And, of course, the universal and inevitable excuse…
“A person who is going to commit an inhuman act invariably
excuses himself to himself by saying, “I’m only human, after all.”
- Sydney J. Harris
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I've always wondered...
Everyone says “Only human…” compared to what?
Billy Joel, "Only Human"
"2026 – Of Potatoes and Pitchforks"
"2026 – Of Potatoes and Pitchforks"
by Ashes of Pompeii
"We are stepping into a period where multiple systemic failures are colliding rather than unfolding one at a time and the usual vocabulary of crisis feels inadequate. Overlapping conflicts, tightening energy markets, fraying social contracts, sovereign debt burdens that leave little room for maneuver, and an agricultural sector standing on the edge of a perfect storm. This is not a single emergency to be managed by a single agency. It is a polycrisis, and it is arriving at a moment when the Western world is arguably the least equipped to respond. The institutions that should coordinate the response are hollowed out. The public trust required to ask for shared sacrifice is gone. What remains is a landscape of fractured authority, depleted reserves, and a population that believes the people in charge do not understand the physical world they are supposed to govern.
Even more than the energy crunch reveiving most of the headlines, agriculture and food may end up being the spark that sets the world on fire. Rising fertilizer and energy costs, together with a predicted “Super El Nino” later this year will disrupt harvest cycles across multiple continents. Hunger probably awaits many who have never experienced it before.
This in a situation where the political class has largely burned through whatever credibility it may have (inexplicably) retained. Approval ratings sit near historic lows, and that decay extends across party lines. There is no credible opposition waiting in the wings either. The old political machines have lost their tether to everyday life, operating more as closed ecosystems than as representative bodies. Political parties operate outside or above the communities they are meant to serve, and governance has become an exercise in internal maneuvering rather than problem solving. That vacuum has been filled by a different kind of currency: networking, patronage, and the ability to navigate bureaucratic corridors. Real competence, the kind that builds things, maintains infrastructure, and understands material systems, has been sidelined. The result is a leadership cohort perhaps skilled at managing internal relations and virtual perceptions but wholly incapable in managing physical reality.
This gap between management and materiality runs deep. Many of today’s leaders rose through an environment shaped by MBA logic, where success is measured in quarterly reports, slide decks, and optimized spreadsheets. In that world, a problem is solved by allocating a budget, rebranding an initiative, or restructuring an org chart. But lines in an Excel sheet are not reality. Pixels on a screen do not grow wheat, repair a transformer, or refine fertilizer. Increasing a budget for food security does nothing if the agronomists, the transport networks, and the energy to run irrigation systems are no longer there. You cannot manage a physical shortage with a financial instrument. Yet that is precisely the toolkit so many decision makers have been trained to use. The result is a governing class that can talk fluently about strategy while remaining bewildered when a port jams, a harvest fails, or a grid flickers.
The erosion of practical knowledge extends into education. Graduates increasingly leave school without basic skills, and enrollment in STEM fields has declined across much of the West. Meanwhile, countries like Iran now produce as many STEM graduates as the United States. This is not just a statistic. It signals a shift in who will hold the technical knowledge required to maintain complex societies. At the same time, the legal system is being pulled into political combat. Lawfare is now routine in both America and Europe, used to harass opponents, delay policy, and exhaust adversaries. This tactic discredits the judiciary and invites escalation, turning courts into another front in the culture war rather than a neutral arbiter. Despite the lawfare, some of its targets will reach power – Trump being the prime example. And it is to be expected that those persecuted or prosecuted (depending on your PoV) in the past, will use similar tactics in the future. Not a good sign for governability going forward.
Trust has eroded elsewhere too. The media landscape has splintered into competing narratives, each claiming authority while losing the confidence of the audience it claims to inform. People have retreated into separate information ecosystems, making shared reality almost impossible to establish. When what were once generally trusted media institutions present as fact, things that can, in a simple click or two, be shown to be false or highly misleading, all credibility is lost. Without agreement on basic facts, coordinated action becomes unthinkably difficult.
Meanwhile, economic stagnation and industrial hollowing out have widened the gap between the secure and the precarious. Poverty and inequality sit at generational peaks. Record debt levels mean the old escape route, spending our way out of trouble, is largely closed. But even if the money were available, the underlying problem remains: money is not a substitute for capacity. A leader trained to see budgets as levers may not grasp that you cannot appropriate funds into existence for a commodity that simply does not exist. If the fertilizer plant is offline, if the skilled technicians have retired, if the energy to power production is unavailable, no amount of fiscal stimulus will conjure them. Where a crisis such as 2008 was financial, today the foundation of the crisis is physical.
All of this raises a brutal question. How do you navigate a compound emergency when you cannot even agree on what the emergency is, let alone who should lead the response? Sacrifices are inevitable. Supply chains will tighten. Living standards will dip. Hard choices about allocation will have to be made. Yet the traditional path of democratic consensus, where leaders explain the threat, much of the public accepts temporary hardship, and everyone moves forward together, is simply not available. The trust required for that social contract has been spent. Expecting unity under these conditions is not just naive. It is a distraction from the work that actually needs to be done.
If consensus is off the table, and if the tools of financial engineering cannot conjure physical capacity, and if the people in charge have never been required to demonstrate competence beyond managing perceptions, then what remains? We are left with a series of acute pressures and a governing class that lacks the credibility, the skills, and the shared factual ground to address them. The polycrisis does not wait for our institutions to recover. It advances on its own timeline. The first question is not how we solve it. The question is how we even begin to confront it when the very mechanisms for collective decision have failed. Sacrifices will need to be made, but how do we decide what, who, and where if we cannot agree on what is real, or on who has the right to ask? In 2008 President Obama famously told a collection of CEO’s of “too big to fail” financial institutions that “I am the only thing between you and the pitchforks”. This time, there is no one, no thing, that could, if it came down to it, confront the pitchforks. Is 2026 finally the year of Obama’s pitchforks? In the meantime, we should put them to good use planting potatoes, they may come in handy next winter."
Dan, I Allegedly, "Credit Card Panic! - Banks Don’t Trust You Anymore"
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Dan, I Allegedly, 5/9/26
"Credit Card Panic! -
Banks Don’t Trust You Anymore"
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Adventures With Danno, "Massive Changes At Dollar Tree!"
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Adventures With Danno, 5/9/26
"Massive Changes At Dollar Tree!"
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"U.S. Empire Dies in the Strait of Hormuz"
"U.S. Empire Dies in the Strait of Hormuz"
by State Of The Nation
"No other relevant proverb or ancient saying or words of wisdom captures better the current state of international affairs where it concerns the Iran War than the one posted above. It ought to be readily apparent to every analyst by now that both Trump and Netanyahu have created their own Gordian Knot; and one that cannot be resolved with the “slicing through of Alexander the Great’s sword”. Which is exactly what both of those war criminals and genocidal maniacs would like to do as we have seen by their juvenile (read: irrational) reactions to their respective predicaments. But what’s of paramount importance to correctly understand is that it took two certified mad men, as in 2 utterly insane bad actors, to tie such a contorted and thorny and gnarled knot in the first place.
What’s the crucial point? The entire Iran War fiasco could not have been planned out to be a bigger catastrophe for the U.S. Empire and greater disaster for the Zionist state of Israel as it has thus far become. Even worse are the multifarious and calamitous outcomes now being experienced and witnessed worldwide.
In other words, whenever a military disaster of such epic proportions takes place, especially when the ensuing consequences to the entire world community of nations are so far-reaching and dire, two extremely significant conclusions can be drawn.
First, that the dark side of the military adventure was set up as an exceedingly dangerous trap for those two leaders who got themselves entrapped. Both were driven mad by the drugs of power and money, hubris and arrogance, religious zealotry and self-delusion, etc. Which is exactly how: “Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad”.
Not only are those drugs routinely employed by the gods, so are the Big Pharma drugs utilized to further soften up the deranged leader(s) over many years to the point that they can no longer think straight, or even keep their eyes open long enough to make rational decisions. See: BEWARE! THE POTUS IS A STONE-COLD DRUG ADDICT
Secondly, there is always the much higher divine plan unfolding through each and every daffy move and daft maneuver that those two Zionist clucks foolishly made and continue to make. In other words, it appears that the end of American Empire has been divinely ordained, and a very complicated yet perfect plot was put into motion to make sure that empire collapsed on a divine timeline.
No, the Zio-Anglo-American Axis has not yet suffered an obvious collapse but the apocalyptic omen was seen by the whole world nearly 25 years ago when the iconic Twin Towers located in the Empire State of New York fell into their own footprints and the very heart of the U.S. Military Industrial Complex - the Pentagon - was penetrated by a cruise missile fired by the U.S. Navy.
The critical point for the wise among US to consider is that nothing - nothing - ever transpires on planet Earth except by the will of Almighty God. But how exactly has divine intervention ensured the final end of the U.S. Empire of Lies? Easy peasy - simply render obsolete the once ubiquitous presence of the US naval power.
How easy was that for Iran to do? As follows: “Iran possess the largest arsenal of hypersonic ballistic missiles as well as the most advanced and sophisticated drone weaponry on the planet. That large nation has vast underground caverns and gargantuan mountainside tunnels full of powerful missiles and lethal drones ready to be rapidly deployed across the Middle East today. The world has never seen anything like it; and the world has yet to see even the most powerful Iranian weapons in action.” (Source: ARCANA IMPERII: The Secret NWO Plan Reveals Itself Via The Iran War)
Which really means that every single aircraft carrier, guided-missile destroyers, amphibious warfare ship, littoral combat ship, cruiser and frigate launched by the US Navy is nothing but a sitting duck henceforth. The U.S. control of the world’s oceans is over.
In point of fact, Tehran has consistently exercised unheard of restraint with regard to not sinking a whole flotilla of American warships within range of their missiles and drones. Clearly, the sage Persian leadership does not want to give the Trump regime a “Pearl Harbor moment” by which to push the American people into a war fever mode against Iran.
KEY POINT: The Twelve-Day War in June of 2025 provided all the evidence needed to both the Trump regime and Netanyahu junta regarding the self-evident futility of invading Iran. Both the CIA/U.S military and Mossad/IDF were fully aware that any attempt to conquer Iran would be met with widespread devastation throughout Israel as well as the complete destruction of U.S. military bases throughout the Middle East (as the world recently witnessed). And yet those war cabinets proceeded with their transparently suicidal attack plans anyway. Only a very serious case of collective insanity would produce such a calamitous outcome for themselves and the world-at-large.
Now listen to this penetrating and astute analysis to understand why “U.S. Empire Dies in the Strait of Hormuz”: Trump Regime is Trapped and Defeated."
Friday, May 8, 2026
"Russia Victory Day Parade, Nukes Roll Out, Xi Backs Putin in Show of Power!"
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"Russia Victory Day Parade, Nukes Roll Out,
Xi Backs Putin in Show of Power!"
"Russia unleashed a breathtaking display of military power in Red Square to mark the 71st anniversary of victory over Nazi Germany. With over 16,000 troops, 200+ military vehicles, and nuclear missiles thundering through Moscow, the parade showcased the might of the Russian Armed Forces like never before. But what truly stunned the West was the presence of Chinese President Xi Jinping, standing proudly beside Vladimir Putin - a powerful symbol of a growing alliance. As Western leaders boycotted the event, Russia sent a loud message to the world: its strength is real, its allies are watching, and its enemies should take note."
"Staring Into The Abyss..."
"We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man's character is his fate, it's not a choice but a calling. Sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter from the fragile fortress of our mind, allowing the monster without to turn within. We are left alone staring into the abyss, into the laughing face of madness."
- Fox Mulder, "X-Files"
"Plandemic 2.0? The Horrible and Hideous, Horrendous and Hairy Hantavirus Has Escaped a Cruise Ship And..."
"Plandemic 2.0? The Horrible and Hideous, Horrendous
and Hairy Hantavirus Has Escaped a Cruise Ship And..."
by State Of The Nation
"Now we’re all in danger of a deadly virus that’s been around as long as rats and mice have roamed planet Earth? What they want you to know and be afraid of:
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"Deadly Virus Hits Home, Prepare To Quarantine"
Excerpt: "Anyone practicing in the Health and Wellness space today cannot even believe what we are seeing and hearing about the cruise ship Hantavirus outbreak. Even our peers throughout the highly controlled American Healthcare System are incredulous at the absurd hype around this so-called global Hantavirus scare. But why are we laughing so hard at this particular Khazarian-directed psyop? As follows:
For some more vital perspective on this daffy conspiracy to lock down the entire planetary civilization - AGAIN - let’s pay close attention to the good doctor: Listen to Dr. Drew dish out some essential truth about the Hantavirus scare. Talk about a completely manufactured public health scare!!! You just can’t make this stuff up; except that’s exactly what they’re doing.
One thing is for sure, unless the New World Order globalist cabal has a billion infected rats to unleash across the planet, this ridiculously fake and potential Plandemic ain’t goin nowhere. And you can take that to the bank … and the hospital … and any other place that proclaims a full-blown fraudulent medical alert.
Incidentally, if this thing does develop into something way beyond a simple cruise ship event, then we know we are all witnessing a totally staged Plandemic 2.0. As follows:
Oh, and by the way, the evidence is now stacking up that points directly to another weaponized vaccination program as a government response to the Hantavirus. HOW CONVENIENT! A Patent for Hantavirus mRNA ‘Vaccine’ Filed in 2025. All of which means that it’s quite plausible that the Big Pharma-Big Medical-Big Govt Complex is planning a public health disaster that’s BIG enough for the Trump administration to declare full-scale “Medical Martial Law”.
After all, OPERATION COVID-19 was executed during Trump’s first term…and during an election year as well. Not only that, but the Trump regime is desperate to the extreme to determine the electoral outcomes for the midterms. For Trump knows that the GOP cannot lose both congressional majorities lest he be impeached multiple times for some very serious high crimes and misdemeanors (unlike the spurious impeachments during his first term)."
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Food for thought... connect the dots.
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X-Files, Season 10
"Millions Are Living In Tents And Cars Because Working America Can't Afford Rent Anymore"
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Epic Economist, 5/8/26
"Millions Are Living In Tents And Cars
Because Working America Can't Afford Rent Anymore"
"Millions of working Americans are sleeping in tents tonight. Millions more are sleeping in their cars. Not because they stopped working. Because rent stopped letting them in. The federal minimum wage hasn't moved since 2009. Median rent has nearly doubled in the same window. That gap doesn't close - it widens, every quarter, every algorithmic rent-pricing cycle. This is what 15 working tenants describe in their own words. They paid rent on time for years. They had jobs. They had kids. Then one notice, one raise, one car payment broke them - and the wall they fell against had been built quietly while nobody was looking. Listen to who is actually under the tarp."
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"A Look to the Heavens"
"Dwarf galaxies NGC 147 (left) and NGC 185 stand side by side in this sharp telescopic portrait. The two are not-often-imaged satellites of M31, the great spiral Andromeda Galaxy, some 2.5 million light-years away. Their separation on the sky, less than one degree across a pretty field of view, translates to only about 35 thousand light-years at Andromeda's distance, but Andromeda itself is found well outside this frame.
Brighter and more famous satellite galaxies of Andromeda, M32 and M110, are seen closer to the great spiral. NGC 147 and NGC 185 have been identified as binary galaxies, forming a gravitationally stable binary system. But recently discovered faint dwarf galaxy Cassiopeia II also seems to be part of their system, forming a gravitationally bound group within Andromeda's intriguing population of small satellite galaxies."
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“I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here I can pretend... I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come and Gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend...”
- Olethros, in “Sandman”
The Poet: Langston Hughes, “Life Is Fine”
“Life Is Fine”
“I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love -
But for livin’ I was born.
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry -
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!”
- Langston Hughes
"When We Have Time..."
“How small a portion of our life it is that we really enjoy. In youth we are looking forward to things that are to come; in old age, we are looking backwards to things that are gone past; in manhood, although we appear indeed to be more occupied in things that are present, yet even that is too often absorbed in vague determinations to be vastly happy on some future day, when we have time.” - Charles Caleb Colton, “Lacon”
“The problem is, you believe you have time.”
- Buddha
"How The GloboLeft Uses Your Virtue Against You And Why It’s Killing The West"
"How The GloboLeft Uses Your Virtue Against
You And Why It’s Killing The West"
by John Wilder
“Then what makes a beautiful person? Isn’t it the presence of excellence? Young friend, if you wish to be beautiful then work diligently at human excellence. And what is that? Observe those who you praise without prejudice. The just or the unjust? The just. The even-tempered or the undisciplined? The even-tempered. The self-controlled or the uncontrolled? The self-controlled. In making yourself that kind of person, you will become beautiful. But to the extent you ignore these qualities, you’ll be ugly, even if you use every clever trick to appear beautiful.” - Epictetus
Epictetus may have had some ulterior motives when he said this, since if history is correct he was lame, was missing an eye and an ear, and had hair only in patches on his skull. Did I mention the burn scars? I kid. But Epictetus was lame. I mean, not 1980s “lame” but rather had a limp. The point he makes is a good one, though. We are fundamentally the genes we are born with. If I wanted to be taller, I suppose there is surgery I could get to lengthen my legs. Yeah. Really.
If I wanted to avoid being a blinding hazard when the Sun shines off of my scalp, well, I could get hair plugs or a toupee. Neither of those, however, would make me a better person. And I don’t know about you, but when I find out about the vile beliefs and practices of some Hollywood™ starlets, well, they start to lose a lot of their attractiveness to me. In fact, I start to see ugly, just like the ugly I see with Jeff Bezos’ wife.
I mean, really. Wow. That’s a lot of plastic surgery. Seriously, does she not look like an alien that was constructed out of a scaffold of lizard DNA in a Tupperware® factory? If she and Bezos have kids I don’t know which they’ll look like: dime-store rubber geckos or a tube of Saranwrap©.
I do think that Epictetus, despite the handicap of being dead as well as gimpy, has done a good job at sketching out some of the things that have made Western Civilization great. There was a time that we nearly universally admired being just. Our culture is one that’s based on guilt, rather than shame, so being just comes from within.
Shame comes from without. In a shame-based culture (which describes most third world cultures) the idea is that cheating an old widow in Iowa out of her family fortune is acceptable unless you get caught. It’s clever, and they feel guilt only in being caught. Ever see any video of a foreigner getting caught doing something wrong on video? I know you have.
What happens is that the shame kicks in. They can’t and don’t feel guilt over doing evil, only shame for getting caught doing evil. This explains why India looks like India and Nigeria looks like Nigeria. Good actions aren’t valued.
Next, Epictetus talks about the virtue of being even-tempered. Again, this is something that society selected for through its very construction. People who impetuously committed crime were systematically executed in Great Britain for nearly a thousand years. Don’t think that has something to with keeping tempers in a bottle? It certainly does. And when men like that become warriors, well, Heaven help you if you push one over the edge into rage and wrath. That is something mythic, something that makes entire continents burn.
Lastly, Epictetus talks about self-controlled versus, well, not. Again, this is a virtue that Western Civilization has lauded in its stoic male heroes who experience hardship yet come away stronger for the effort. Our very fables talk about men who never cry because they understand that they are masters of their emotions and can select which ones they let to the surface when the stress is running high. This is not a bug like Hollywood© would try to make us think: this is a feature.
To one extent Epictetus is right: these are all necessary values for beauty, at least for me. They are also necessary values for everything that is required to move society upward, to keep us from being crabs in a bucket, drawing each other down for our own temporary gain.
And, Epictetus notes that these virtues are within our control, each and every one of them. Sure, if you come from a place that’s not been selecting for these behaviors for nearly a thousand years (and I could argue that Europe as a whole has been selecting for these behaviors for thousands of years) then it might be difficult. But not impossible. And if it is impossible, then that person could rightly be called a savage.
All of Western Civilization is ultimately built on the idea that these are things that individuals can do, right here, right now through being virtuous. They are True. They are Beauty in themselves. And they are Good.
This is, in my mind, a major disconnect and why Western Civilization is hated by so many in the third world. They look at this wonderful cultural set of values of which we are exemplars (on our best days) through our own choices and feel envy. They want a world that looks like ours, but yet don’t want to change their behaviors. This is why they don’t build. This is why we do.
Are there other cultures with similar values? Certainly. Japan appears to have undergone a similar winnowing with respect to honor. Feel free to opine in the comments about other places that make the grade.
Like Western Civilization, though, cultures that have a large focus on just outcomes are susceptible to propaganda that plays on cultural guilt. Ever wonder why GloboLeftists pimped the 1619 Project? Like the entire Civil Rights movement, it was based on creating guilt in people who had committed no crime or offense. And it was effective. On white people. But it wouldn’t be on them.
I think that there still exists a strong fear on the part of white people to say, “Hey, I’d rather live among other white people.” It sounds scary to them. Yet, those same people wouldn’t bat an eye if black people wanted their own dorms that excluded whites.
It’s guilt. Our virtues have been weaponized against us. It’s so effective that even British people feel guilt over slavery, even when they effectively ended the international trade in slaves. Those who do this are, like Epictetus said, using every trick to be Beautiful to try to hide their true ugliness.
My guess is that’s why they really want the statues to come down. To see Western Civilization and all it has created is the biggest slap in the face to them and fills them with shame, so they have to either destroy it, or come up with some reason why they have failed to assuage their shame.
Continue in your quest for excellence, and understand those that will try to drag you down or fill you with guilt. Ignore them. And, in the immortal words of Abraham Lincoln, “Party on, dudes!”
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