Wednesday, September 16, 2015

THE PEARL HARBOR SWITCH

I first saw this essay on http://shibesmeadow.blogspot.com/   a couple years ago but I cannot get link-connected to the site. if he or anybody else is reading this please contact me in the comments. I don't want to steal things, will certainly give credit where due.


"A fundamental truth: given a perceived need, there is no race more implacably murderous than White folk." - Remus


The Pearl Harbor Switch

Some Muslim Idiot On the Internet was telling me the other day about the Western Way of War. I paraphrase:

 "You guys will never beat the Muslims," he opined, "Because Westerners are still nominally Christian, and Christians can't fight wars the way they'd have to in order to beat us Muslims  ... You guys would have to murder half of the world to stop the tide of jihad that would follow."

 
My reply to him:

"Can do.

"Non-whites do not understand White people. Muslims do not understand Christians. We Snow Folk seek peace and justice, and will go to tremendous lengths to avoid war and indiscriminate slaughter as per Jesus' instruction. We hold back because, in general, no one ever poses a threat to us great enough to justify a full effort on our part. Nuking the Vietnamese or Saddam Hussein would have been like smashing a hamster with a tire iron: pointless and messy.”

"'Oh,” you say, "But there's no way even the United States could kill the entire Muslim population of the planet."
 




“Care to bet? I guarantee you that right now, right this very minute, that there exists somewhere in the Pentagon a detailed, step-by-step plan for the destruction of Islam by means of military force, from the Ka'aba right down to the shabbiest plywood shawarma stand in Karachi. Do you really think that the United States lacks the capacity to carry out this plan? Friend, there are weapons in existence of which most people could never dream that could do the job in an afternoon.

 

 

"We Americans burnt a million little Japanese kids to death just to win World War II. Do you think we'd hesitate to do the same or worse to little Towelhead kids in order to win World War III?
 
Nagasaki, the smaller A-bomb:
 
 
 
 
 
Dresden, firebombs:
 
 

 "Yep, the old Ultraviolence is in our blood. It's what made us the masters of Europe. It was all peace and flowers while the Neanderthals were no threat -- but when it came down to ‘Who, Whom’, we sort of elected ourselves to the office of Who. Believe it: we Caucasians are psychologically capable of going from lazy, TV-watching fat-slob mode to dead-eyed mass-murderer mode at the flick of a psychological switch.

"Call it the Pearl Harbor Switch.

"Everyone knows that Switch is there. The whole reason for the War on Terror and everything that flowed from it was to keep that Switch from flipping. Bush and Obama put our boys in Iraq and Afghanistan in order to deflect the righteous anger of White, Christian people from the actual backers of 9-11: the Saudis, and the worldwide network of assassins they fund and cover for. By sending in our boys to kick a little strawman ass, Bush and Obama kept Whitey's fingers far enough away from the Pearl Harbor Switch to keep it from being flipped.

"My advice to you and to all your fellow Muslims can be summed up in six simple words: Don't Make Us Flip That Switch."

Monday, September 14, 2015

KETCHUP


 




This for the Brocker. She is into food groups, she once lived in Marin County, but she doesn't like ketchup very much. I don't get it. She doesn't like Spam either, and her a DAR. Apparently I don't know her as well as I thought I did. 






Everything you ever wanted to know about ketchup

·         97% of American homes keep ketchup in their kitchen.
·         Each person eats about 3 bottles a year.
·         A tablespoon of ketchup has 16 calories and no fat.
·         4 tablespoons of ketchup have the nutritional value of an entire ripe, medium tomato.
·         As with wines, there are good and bad ketchup years depending on how sweet and flavorful the tomato harvest.
·         Most brands are made from tomato paste or tomato concentrate, boiled down in late summer when tomatoes are harvested, and used throughout the year to cook the final product.


·         Ketchup made in summer is made directly from ripe tomatoes.
·         Ketchup is great for restoring the glow to copper pots and pans. The acid in ketchup removes tarnish and brings out the shine.
·         In the 18th and 19th century, ketchup was a generic term used for various sauces whose only common ingredient was vinegar.
·         There is more to ketchup than just tomato ketchup. Some of the many varieties that have been popular include lobster, walnut, mushroom, cucumber, cranberry, oyster, lemon, grape, and anchovy.
·         Heinz ketchup was introduced in 1876 as a “Blessed relief for Mother and the other women in the household!”
·         Heinz sells more than 50% of the ketchup sold in the U.S.
·         Unopened bottles of ketchup can be stored for 1 year on a cool, dark, dry shelf.


·         Tightly covered opened bottles will last a month in a cool, dark, dry place.
·         Richard Nixon liked ketchup on his cottage cheese.
·         Tomato Catsup has a high acid content (due to both the tomatoes and vinegar in it) and therefore does not have to be refrigerated after opening. It is safe to store it at room temperature, but it will taste better if kept refrigerated.
·         Sales of Salsa overtook Ketchup sales in 1991 (in terms of dollar value).

They did not get any of my dollars.


Sunday, September 13, 2015

BLACK HORSE famine

 
Black Horse
When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, "Come and see!" I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, "A quart of wheat for a day's wages, and three quarts of barley for a day's wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!" — Revelation 6:5-


 
 We will see food shortages, government confiscation of supplies, roving bands of thugs and looters, foreign and domestic enemies using food supplies to weaken and control us.




The third horseman rides a black horse and is generally understood as Famine. The horseman carries a pair of balances or weighing scales, indicating the way that bread would have been weighed during a famine. The indicated price of grain is about ten times normal, with an entire day's wages (a denarius) buying enough wheat for only one person, or enough of the less nutritious barley for three, so that workers would struggle to feed their families.
Of the four horsemen, the black horse and its rider are the only ones whose appearance is accompanied by a vocal pronunciation. John hears a voice, unidentified but coming from among the four living creatures, that speaks of the prices of wheat and barley, also saying "and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine." This suggests that the black horse's famine is to drive up the price of grain but leave oil and wine supplies unaffected (though out of reach of the ordinary worker). One explanation for this is that grain crops would have been more naturally susceptible to famine years or locust plagues than olive trees and grapevines, which root more deeply; the statement might also suggest a continuing abundance of luxuries for the wealthy while staples such as bread are scarce, though not totally depleted. Such selective scarcity may result from injustice. Alternatively, the preservation of oil and wine could symbolize the preservation of the Christian faithful, who used oil and wine in their sacraments.

Friday, September 11, 2015

TROJAN HORSE and 9-11


We are all listening to rumors that something bad is gonna happen as it did on 9-11. Instead of cowering and hoping that it won't happen near us we should be fire-bombing Baghdad and other concentrations of Muslim terrorists. Can't find 'em? Enlarge the target area.




The Trojan Horse is a tale from the Trojan War about the subterfuge that the Greeks used to enter the city of Troy and win the war. In the canonical version, after a fruitless 10-year siege, the Greeks constructed a huge wooden horse, and hid a select force of men inside. The Greeks pretended to sail away, and the Trojans pulled the horse into their city as a victory trophy. That night the Greek force crept out of the horse and opened the gates for the rest of the Greek army, which had sailed back under cover of night. The Greeks entered and destroyed the city of Troy, decisively ending the war.

Metaphorically a "Trojan Horse" has come to mean any trick or stratagem that causes a target to allow a foe into a securely protected bastion or space. 
(thanks to Wikipedia)

 The breakdown of our southern border by all the Hispanics and others unidentified can be thought of as a Trojan Horse. Among the hoards of people will be found carriers of the Ebola plague as well as other highly contagious diseases like TB and polio. These carriers did not show up destitute and wandering. They were sent by enemies of our nation. ISIS or whatever it is called is a terrorist Muslim army that will infiltrate and set plans to destroy various institutions or population gatherings. Again, snuck in under cover of the illegal immigrants, our new Trojan Horse. 






















Folks, as unpleasant as it may appear, going against spiritual principles that I and many others espouse in Christianity, the only solution for the Muslim threat is to kill every last one of them, their families, their friends, their neighbors; to lay waste to their crop lands and salt their wells, to destroy their buildings such that no two stones lay atop one another.
The justification, if one is needed, is that the Muslims are Evil.
 


While all is being said, not much is being done.
To address a scourge such as Islam we must think in terms of extermination.
Think: Dresden;
Think: Hiroshima and Nagasaki;



Collateral damage? Every time some unfortunate guy gets beheaded and the video goes viral?
Really, collateral damage? You're worried some kids or old people are gonna get killed?
When they kill one of ours, we kill one hundred of theirs.


It has been seen and experienced in most every other country in the world, from the "super-powers" to the Third World yocky-dock countries: Islam is not a good thing. It benefits nobody, apparently not even the adherents.
 


 










 The remedy to the damage and destruction, the murder most foul and the barbaric actions of Muslims can only be met with a force strong enough to overcome once and for all that which threatens all others.
Death sudden, overwhelming, final, no hesitation, and thorough by whatever means will accomplish the end result — elimination of the Evil.


 




 

Thursday, September 10, 2015

1911 KABOOM

This one is worth reposting. I am still shooting, reloading, shooting reloading, so on. So are a lot of other guys.

Consider this a safety share. Call it a near miss:



On a bad day at the range, one of my pistols turned into a hand-held claymore.  Smith & Wesson make fine pistols. This 1911 was an alloy frame pistol.

Check it out after the song.





Here's some pix of one of my weapons that blew apart because of a round I reloaded with, gasp, a double charge. I usually load my 45 ACP with 5.7gr of Win 231 and a 230gr fmj bullet.

I have worked with C4, det cord, DETA sheet, all sorts of energetic materials. Built 'em, set 'em off, disarmed 'em. I have reloaded, altogether, over 60,000 rounds of 45, 38, 357mag, 44mag, 9mm, even some 380 (pain in the arse) BUT ALL IT TAKES IS ONE SCREWUP.

 No excuses. I made a mistake and ruined a thousand dollar pistol. You'll see what a S&W 1911PD alloy-frame pistol does when it sets off a double charge. The thing really came unglued. I suffered minor shrapnel to face and hand.

I asked S&W what kind of cheap shit gun they sell that would come apart under "a little pressure" but they would not budge, would not replace the gun for free; however they did let me have one for cost. I immediately traded it for a stainless steel Colt Commander. I only use steel frames now, don't need no steenkin' titanium, uh uh. Thank God for the Hogue grips or I'd be tying my boots one handed.

And, yes, I pay extreme attention to my Dillon 550 now, never load more than 500 rds at a time. Fatigue, carelessness, when it becomes automatic, don't even have to look at what you're doing - WHAT?? then it's time to stop. Walk the dog, chase the Brocker around the house (she sometimes lets me catch her). And go to the range; er, in that order, thank you.


                                                     Slide cracked:        
 
  
         Frame cracked

 
 
             Slide



                                                           Frame


                                                              More frame

Jeder macht eine kleine Dummheit as they say. Well this was not so effing "kleine".
 
Here's a song for no reason:
 


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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

MEMORY LANE

I am often amazed by what I remember from the 60s. The booze and drugs corrupted some neural pathways and there is a fair bit of protective amnesia. If anybody asks me what it was like back then, the drugs, free love, so forth ... see, they want vicarious kicks, like I'm supposed to tell them lurid tales about taking LSD (never did that one btw) and running around naked seeing God in the bottom of a hash pipe or something. Oh, and the screwing. Standing up in a canoe or on City Hall steps, whatever. That kinda shit never happened. I was dpjk back then before I knew what that was. I suppose I could tell 'em some of the bad stuff but I don't think that's what they are after. I get this dreamy look on my face, (hamming it up a bit) and I say "yeah ... man ... I was ... like ... a wolf amongst the sheep. Dig?" But the bad stuff is still there.


When I see some of these young people run­ning their game I want to say “Kid, I served in the military, blowing things up and killing people; I ran with bik­ers, shot junk, robbed banks; my hands have taken lives and saved lives; I worked with the Billy Gra­ham Cru­sade; I’m thirty years clean and sober; I’m half dead with the cancer; I got a mil­lion miles of high­way under my ass, slept with dogs, danced with angels; I got screw­drivers older than you … what are ya gonna show me, uh?”

 
The smell of patchouli oil is a trigger. The music is what snaps me back more than anything else.







I reckon you'd have to go to a museum, hear some a these tunes. Haw, I got 'em in my head ... somewheres, honest. Deep storage.







Tuesday, September 8, 2015

MISSION STATEMENT

From our family crest: Spielen Nicht ... nur Töten

In English if you will: Don't Play ... Just Kill.

                          artwork by Philistine



Monday, September 7, 2015

LABOR DAY

Or "Labour Day" as it is called in Canada.



This is with well-behaved workers. The ants, if you please.




"Labor Day in the United States is a holiday celebrated on the first Monday in September. It is a celebration of the American labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of their country.
 





"Labor Day was promoted by the Central Labor Union and the Knights of Labor, who organized the first parade in New York City. After the Haymarket Massacre, which occurred in Chicago on May 4, 1886, U.S. President Grover Cleveland feared that commemorating Labor Day on May 1 could become an opportunity to commemorate the affair. Thus, in 1887, it was established as an official holiday in September to support the Labor Day that the Knights favored.
 




"The equivalent holiday in Canada, Labour Day, is also celebrated on the first Monday of September. In many other countries (more than 80 worldwide), 'Labour Day' is synonymous with, or linked with, International Workers' Day, which occurs on May 1."   ~ from Wiki

This is how the Russians do it:














Labor Day is annually held on the first Monday of September. It was originally organized to celebrate various labor associations' strengths and contributions to the United States economy. It is largely a day of rest in modern times. Many people mark Labor Day as the end of the summer season and a last chance to make trips or hold outdoor events.
 

It started off with good intentions but the commies and socialists soon got their hands on it.

I don't think many of them watched this video until the end. A moral is illustrated here. I will be surprised if a few readers make it this far.
 







Sunday, September 6, 2015

RED HORSE civil war

Second installment. Look out your window, read what news you may still believe, go to sites like Liberty's Torch or the survival guys. And realize this: the "large sword" will probably not be wielded by foreigners.

Beans, bullets, a Bible. Can't have too much of 'em.

 

Red Horse

When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, "Come and see!" Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make men slay each other. To him was given a large sword. — Revelation 6:3-4
The rider of the second horse is often taken to represent War and/or Violence in general. His horse's color is red (πυρρός, from πῦρ, fire). In some translations, the color is specifically a "fiery" red. This color, as well as the rider's possession of a great sword, suggests blood that is to be spilled. The second horseman may represent civil war as opposed to the war of conquest that the first horseman is sometimes said to bring. Other commentators have suggested it might also represent persecution of Christians.


Saturday, September 5, 2015

BIG GUN

I am certain you folks have read about or seen pictures of this weapon and the plane that carries it.


First there was this gun .....
 
 
 
 
It was developed by General Electric,
the "We bring good things to life" people.
It's one of the modern-day Gatling guns.
It shoots very big bullets.
It shoots them very quickly.
Someone said, "Let's put it in an airplane."
Someone else said, "Better still, let's build an airplane around it."
 
 
 
 
So they did.
And "they" were the Fairchild-Republic airplane people. They had done such a good job with an airplane they developed back in WWII ... called the P-47 Thunderbolt, they decided to call it the A10 Thunderbolt.
 
They made it so it was very good at flying low and slow and shooting things with that fabulous gun. But since it did fly low and slow, they made it bulletproof, or almost so. A lot of bad guys have found you can shoot an A10 with anything from a pistol to a 23mm Soviet cannon and it just keeps on flying and shooting.
 
When they got through, it looked like this ...
 
 
 
 
 
It's not sleek and sexy like an F18 or the stealthy Raptors and such,
but I think it's such a great airplane because it does what it does better than any other plane in the world.
It kills tanks. Not only tanks, as Sadam Hussein's boys found out to their horror, but armored personnel carriers, radar stations, locomotives, bunkers, fuel depots... just about anything the bad guys thought was bulletproof turned out to be easy pickings for this beast.
 
 
 
 
 
See those engines. One of them alone will fly this puppy. The pilot sits in a very thick titanium alloy "bathtub." That's typical of the design.
 
They were smart enough to make every part the same whether mounted on the left side or right side of the plane, like landing gear, for instance.
 
Because the engines are mounted so high (away from ground debris) and the landing gear uses such low pressure tires, it can operate from a damaged airport, interstate highway, plowed field, or dirt road.
 
Everything is redundant. They have two of almost everything. Sometimes they have three of something. Like flight controls. There's triple redundancy of those, and even if there is a total failure of the double hydraulic system, there is a set of manual flying controls.
 
 
 
 
 
Capt. Kim Campbell sustained this damage over Bagdad and flew for another hour before returning to base. But, back to that gun .....
 
It's so hard to grasp just how powerful it is.
 
 
 
 
 
This is the closest I could find to showing you just what this cartridge is all about. What the guy is holding is NOT the 30mm round, but a "little" .50 Browning machinegun round and the 20mm cannon round which has been around for a long time.
 
The 30mm is MUCH bigger.
 
 
 
 
 
Down at the bottom are the .50 BMG and 20x102 Vulcan the fellow was holding. At the bottom right is the bad boy we're discussing.
 
Let's get some perspective here: The .223 Rem (M16 rifle round) is fast. It shoots a 55 or so grain bullet at about 3300 feet/sec, give or take. It's the fastest of all those rounds shown (except one). When you move up to the ..30 caliber rounds, the bullets jump up in weight to 160-200 grains. Speeds run from about 2600 to 3000 fps or so.
 
The .338 Lapua is the king of the sniper rifles these days and shoots a 350 grain bullet at 2800 fps or so. They kill bad guys at over a mile with that one.
 
The ..50 BMG is really big. Mike Beasley has one on his desk. Everyone who picks it up thinks it's some sort of fake, unless they know big ammo. It's really huge with a bullet that weighs 750 grains and goes as fast the Lapua.
 
I don't have data on the Vulcan, but hang on to your hat.
 
The bullet for the 30x173 Avenger has an aluminum jacket around a spent uranium core and weighs 6560 grains (yes, over 100 times as heavy as the M16 bullet, and flies through the air at 3500 fps (which is faster than the M16 as well).
 
The gun shoots at a rate of 4200 rounds per minute. Yes, four thousand. Pilots typically shoot either one- or two-second burst which set loose 70 to 150 rounds. The system is optimized for shooting at 4,000 feet.
 
OK, the best for last.
 
You've got a pretty good idea of how big that cartridge is, but I'll bet you're like me and you don't fully appreciate how big the GA GAU-8 Avenger really is.
 
Take a look ......
 
 
 
 
 
Each of those seven barrels is 112" long. That's almost ten feet. The entire gun is 19-1/2 feet long.
 
Think how impressive it would look set up in your living room.
 
Oh, by the way, it doesn't eject the empty shells but runs them back into the storage drum. There's just so dang many flying out, they felt it might damage the aircraft.
 
 
Oh yeah, I forgot, they can hang those bomb and rocket things on em too, just in case. After all, it is an airplane!
 
Like I said, this is a beautiful design.
 
 
 
I'm glad it's ours.

Friday, September 4, 2015

M1 GARAND GOOD NEWS

I recently had the opportunity to re-acquire one of these M1s (the one on the right in the pic below). Serial number in the 700,000s, came out of Springfield Armory in July 1942. This sweetheart went to war, probably Pacific Theater. It is special to me, was the first one I got and I spent time restoring and fixing and polishing and shooting ... you get the idea. A labor of love. Let it go and regretted it and now she's back in daddy's arms.

I reposted the article I did with this fwd and a couple more pix. Oh, and tunes to play while you browse:






I owned and sold these, re-acquired the one on the right:































Type 2 lockbar sights, for anybody that knows what they are:

































The rifle is the queen of battle and Patton called the M1 "the finest battle instrument ever devised". I've owned these, all Springfields, a 5-41, a 12-43 and a 7-42, but traded them off over time for other weapons, ARs, 1911s, S&Ws, whatever. Even a matched set of Colts, a 70 Series Government and Commander. But the M1 kept tugging at my heart so, yep, I bought another one. She's not ready for pix yet, shoots better than I do but needs some TLC so she looks good. (BTW the only thing I did to the stocks is linseed oil and elbow grease)


This little guy is trained to go for the throat
 


She was the closer, has since gone to Dog Heaven.
 


The backdrop for this pic is a target for a 120mm gun using laser sights. Not a bad group at 3 miles!



So mote it be

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

I GOT YER STIMULUS




That's right. As in off yer arse, out the door, do some work:  jay oh bee = job.

I worked over 40 years as an electrician. After I did a hitch for my Uncle I went to school, went through an apprenticeship, paid my dues as they say. Last job I was a Diagnostic Electrician in a copper mine down here in NM. They mine over 110 thousand tons of ore a day and pump 30,000 gpm (that's gallons per minute) of solution through it and the electro-plating plant. The mine operates 24/7/365.



These trucks carry over 200 tons per load


 
 
 
These shovels run at 4160 or 7200 volts.


Most of the pumps I worked on run at 4160V. See the barge in this pic? Little white thing about nine o'clock in the pond? 


here's closer, there's a grey thing standing up on it, got a white cap on it? That's a pump about the size of a Volkswagen. I kept 'em running.

That's the way I roll.

When I worked night shift, I saw all the stars I wanted to.





Monday, August 31, 2015

STRANGE TIMES





I got involved in a rather disturbing string of emails involving my cousin, Jake the Hammer, and my Art Director Philistine. Rather than edit what could be earth-shattering information I shall endeavor to present it as it unfolded. I sure am glad I got people like this in my life.


Draw a couple double espressos, spin the tune, and hang on:





Philistine,


I been figgerin’. Night shift’ll do that to a man, set him to figgerin’.
 

As ya know, or ought to, FMI is the biggest copper miner in the universe. Least that’s what they tell us when they gather us all together for one a them safety lunches – cold enchilada casserole and keychain flashlights and mesh-back caps. Or a t shirt made in some country, I didn’t even know they had countries, some a them places.


Anyhoo, the Climax Mine is up there in Henderson CO, about 13,000 feet above the ocean. I guy I was talkin’ to, worked up there as a snowplow driver, a year round job the way he sez it, and he sez that part a his route, he calls it root, was to plow a road that ended smack up agin a rock face. He sez he saw tire tracks and such, but they stopped right at the face. Wish’t I may never!


Then I got to rememberin’ there’s this official atomical clock that the gummint has, accurate to one millionth of a second a month, that they got comin’ from a satellite that’s buried in the mountain somewhere in Colorado, and it beams out the time, I guess even goes down to folks’s houses ifn they clock is slow; I dunno how that part works but I guess if they can put flags up on the moon they can time a clock.


So I got to wonderin’ how that works if the thing, probably don’t look like a clock, more like a sputnick er somethin’, ifn it’s buried up there in the mountains at 12 thousand feet, mebbe the cave is 6 er 7 thousand feet deep, why that’d put it about the elevation I live at every day. You do the math. I hadda ask the missus on that one, I never carried the twos and all like that. Be like havin’ the thing in my back yard although my dogs wouldn’t set too kindly to that, mess up their bird patrol. The little un, Biscuit, the missus was gonna call him Muffin but I sez uh uh that’s fer a girl dog, not this lil fella, so Biscuit it was. He gets a bird er two every week, jes like clockwork … saay, clocks, uh? And they wouldn’t want no atomical anything settin’ there in their kill zone.

Which brings me ‘round Robin Hood’s barn to the question I’m havin’, which is when every day as I get off shift and I’m comin’ home and at a certain time the sun shines right in my eyes as I’m drivin’ but that don’t concern me none, I been drivin’ that root ever’ day and besides there’s not much cars out at that time, but I’m driftin’, so I been noticin’ that the sun ain’t comin’ up at the same time ever’ day like it’s supposed to, it looks like it’s fast gettin’ a start, and how come the atomical clock can slice up the seconds pretty fine but old Sol cain’t git it?


Are we sufferin’ from some kinda solar speedin’ er somethin’? Mebbe all them storms they got up there on the sun is speedin’ the thing up some and cain’t we fix it with that atomical clock? You bein’ a fella with some learnin’ (even though you keep it pretty close under yer hat), you might shed some light on my perplexion. Jes’ figgerin’.

Jake
You don’t know where the itch is until you scratch it with your own hand.

 (I ain’t really itchin’, I reckoned it sounds more perfessional ifn I stick things at the end of my epistles) I hain’t been lousy in years since I quit layin’ down with gals that had more troubles than me.







To which Philistine responded:


Jake,


One would have to measure the rate of solar advance and extrapolate that over time to determine if man has anything to do with this new solar earlyness. By your report it seems that the sun is rising early, by probably only a minute or two (or you'd really notice one day is light, the next complete darkness). So if the sun rises earlier by a minute or two each day, then in half a year (180 days) the sun would be rising as early as 2 or 3:30 am. In another year, the sun won't rise at all. This is some serious earth changes you have noticed!


Now, the police and government will never admit to this due to any number of factors:


a) could be the oil companies, and we know how they own Congress and every research university on the planet, so don't believe anything you hear from congress or a university about this;


 


b) could be space aliens trying to put us into some kind of hibernation so they can harvest our flesh easier, and we all know aliens have been running the show since Roswell. That was an invasion, not a crash. (it only takes one alien ship to invade earth, they are powerful beings);


 
c) or the UN has a poverty modification program that involves slowing down the day in productive countries so that poor countries can catch up.

I think we should be getting this information out in every way available. Don't bother with the news, Congress, or the police. Go straight to You Tube with this, twitter and tweet and facebook it; it will stand out on its merits and will sweep the world with truth.

 



Jake comes back with:


P,

I think as to how it is all a them rolled in to one. I can see the strands connectin’ them all up: them aliens, the ones that flied here, not the ones came up in a beater Chevy, they is controlling the oil companies and the UN all at once, with the validation supplied by the puppet guvvermint what has been in place ever since Truman left office, which is at the time of the Roswell incident. You think he left office on his own? Er, maybe he got horse-headed into it.



I got some more disturbing facts which I been collectin’, which is that same old sun what has been startin’ up earlier is also quittin’ later. That’s right, what I said, later and later ever’ day. Acherly I noticed this strangeness last year but I put it off to I’m tired or not watchin’ my clock close enough. There just ain’t no reason why the sun oughta be risin’ and settin’ at different times ever’ day, 'cept what you been sayin’ about a b and c. 
 
Down in my heart I know what I gotta do, which is bypass yootoob altogether, they is controlled as well. I got to get this info out by way a the Spillers of Soup. They has always been champions of Truth, Justice, and the Sword mightier than any pen man has ever invented. Let the chips fall where they may, and if’n you don’t hear from me after that, you’ll know what happened.




 

Not to be outdone, in a final word kinda way, Philistine responds:





Jake,


I have also noticed something similar on a daily basis, and it goes like this:


When I get up at 6 or 7 am it's always 50 or 60 degrees outside. It slowly warms until around midday. Fortunately some kind of natural heat-abatement, perhaps related to your "sun goes down later" observation, makes this process reverse before nightfall. If you think about it real hard, what would happen if this natural process of heat abatement was somehow interrupted by man made activities? After all, it's definitely man made warming from 7 am until 2pm... so what if the natural cooling was somehow replaced by even more man made warming? By midnight it would be hot enough to bake cookies on your porch in open air! This is a serious issue relating to the natural balance of the planet, which is obviously very tenuous.