Could the Sun Go Dark?

If you've read the Book of Revelation, you know that it reads like something the most out-there Sci-Fi writers couldn't write while having nightmares. It says that the Sun will go dark and the Moon will turn to blood. It says that the stars won't give off light. That's some shit. Could it really happen?

 It certainly could, and it's been recorded in other solar systems. One thing would have to be true though, and it's a hot topic of debate right now.  Planet X, Nibiru, Wormwood, Darkstar, Red Dragon, Nemesis or whatever you want to call it would have to be real, and there's all kinds of evidence that it is. 

 This is an image from the Stereo-A satellite I believe. If you look to the 2:00 position you'll see what appears to be a sphere, aka a planetary body. It appears to be half-lit by the Sun, just like a planet or a moon would be. I can say that it's not any sort of glitch, for the uneducated masses that will see this and automatically say "It's fake! It's fake!" Similar images can be found on every satellite telescope focused on the Sun. There are thousands of images, and many are more sinister-looking than this one, but it's the only one I could find quickly, and it's plenty clear.

 I got into looking at these charts at the end of 2015, which was perfect, because it was right before all these crazy anomalies kicked-into high gear, and I was able to get a baseline. In other words I was able to see what normal images should look like, and basically how they've looked since these cameras have been up. All this stuff showed up within the last five years or so, and it's not just solar charts, it's weather charts, meteor charts, Ionosphere charts and everything else...they're all going berserk.

 BTW if you're new to these images, the black blob is called the Occultor. It blocks out the light from the Sun and its corona, so the light won't overwhelm the cameras at that setting. It's meant to focus on solar flares, CMEs and such. Other cameras show images of the Sun itself. The white circle in the middle shows the size of the Sun. Whatever the object is, it's roughly half the size of the Sun. If it is a planetary body, it's not "Planet X." It would be one of the many, many planets and moons orbiting it. 

 If it's true then our Sun has a twin, hence the "binary system." Unlike our Sun it's a Brown Dwarf, and puts out no visible light. It is visible with IR telescopes, and they've moved dozens of extra-strength IR telescopes to the South Pole, which is the direction the planetary system is coming from, if it's real. They say that of all the solar systems they've discovered, over 70% are binary systems, and they speculate that all of them are binary systems, but, as with PX, the orbit is so distant that they just haven't yet found the twin in the other 30%. If that's true then we can be pretty certain PX is real. 

Actually I did have another image from a different satellite, and this image looks a bit more menacing. This shows a CME reacting to an object. The Sun doesn't react to glitches. There's something out there, folks. Okay, but how could the Sun go dark? 

 There's a reason you're not supposed to mix fresh batteries with used ones in any device. Whenever any two objects with unequal electrical fields- batteries, magnets or stars, get close enough to each other, electrical energy is instantly exchanged. Everything in the Universe wants to achieve balance, and energy flows from the more-powerful field to the weaker one, until both fields more or less become equal.

 If you have something that takes four AA batteries but you only have two, you could put the two good ones in with two dead ones and complete the circuit, but the dead batteries will instantly drain the fresh ones, until they all have an equal but tiny charge, and are useless. You might get enough juice to power a radio for a bit, but they'll die quickly. It's the same thing with stars, and they can affect each other from huge distances apart. Could that same effect really make our Sun go completely dark? Absolutely, and as I said, it's been observed in other solar systems. 

 If a Brown Dwarf star came close enough to a more powerful star like our Sun, it would almost instantly "drain" the Sun until the electrical fields of both stars were roughly equal. You might get the net-effect of ending up with two Red Dwarf stars, which are a notch up in energy from a Brown Dwarf, or two Brown Dwarf stars with a little extra juice, but that's only my unschooled opinion.

 The Sun releases energy in the form of photons, which we perceive as light, heat and energy. Normally these photons are released in all directions, but if a Brown Dwarf were to get close, it would literally suck all of the photons toward it, and very few would escape its grasp. The Sun would basically become a dead battery, as long as the other star remains close enough to affect it, before looping around and heading back into outer space, and theoretically the Sun would eventually return to at least semi-normal.  

 Could the stars go dark too? Apparently the effect is strong enough to suck in the photons that reach Earth (as light) from distant stars, so yes. What about the Moon "turning to blood?" Another interesting phenomenon occurs in which red light, the shortest wavelength in the light-spectrum, isn't completely absorbed, and would still reach Earth and the Moon, bathing both in a deep, intense, blood-red color. It'd be like being in a darkroom, lit by a red bulb, for possibly up to several days. They say that would make a lot of people go crazy in short-order. 

 The Good Book says this will happen, and what do you know...it's actually backed-up by science (SCIENCE). It's been observed and recorded. It all hinges on whether or not "Planet X" is real, and there's considerable evidence to show it is. It's mentioned in the Bible (Wormwood, The Destroyer, etc.) and almost universally in other ancient texts. 

It's mentioned in ancient Chinese Astronomy (the Red Dragon), Hopi writings (the Red and Blue Cochinas, etc.) and in many other texts from around the world. I can say this for sure...all this insane weather is MUCH more likely to be caused by the influence of Planet X than soccer moms. Wake up. Oh, and as I've said before, back when it was well-recorded in Chinese Astronomy writings, they took Astronomy so seriously that if an Astronomer made even a tiny mistake, they were put to death. I doubt that someone who could be beheaded for dropping a decimal point would make up anything, much less an imaginary solar system, coming in to fuck us all up. That would never have happened. Yet it was recorded in ancient Chinese texts, complete with illustrations. 

 The reason I'm talking about this isn't about fear, and for the millionth time, there's a BIG difference between trying to scare someone and giving them a heads-up. It's fascinating that this is mentioned in the Bible. Just another "coincidence?" If you say so. If you're aware that that it's mentioned in the Bible, then if, God forbid, it should start to happen, if you don't believe in God, maybe you'll change your mind, because that connection is dead-on, and hard to ignore. If things get to that point, I think we'll all be fucked long before it happens anyway, or hopefully all "raptured-up."

 So what to do...be scared? Hell, no. I'd say to get right with God, or at least read the Book of Revelation, only not right before bedtime. Not only does it read like it was written by the best Sci-Fi writer, tripping balls, but it's also a laundry-list of exactly what's going on today. You can literally tick the boxes, and if you can read all that and still say it's coincidence, you'll be repeating that word over and over and over. To me the Bible is like a futuristic roadmap. Why would it mention the Sun going dark? 

 Good question, but it's happened in other solar systems, and almost certainly ours too, in the distant past. If it happens again, at least you'll have heard about it, and maybe you won't freak out as much, right? Knowledge is power, man. We should look up more. Soon we may have no choice. Heads-up.

Get right with God.

 

 

Nose to the Grind(r)stone (Update)

I was looking at this Grindr logo again, and thinking how sick the world has become, and I noticed something else. Sometimes you have to read between the lines, as it were, because the ol' "subliminal" thing is alive and well. Look at the text for a moment. See anything? The R is totally giving the G a blowjob. Crazy.
 
 

The Daily Grind(r)

I just found out about Grindr. It's a "dating" app for gay men. Nothing against gays, but damn...that's pretty harsh. I guess they pretty much spell it out, huh? And check the mask...no ambiguity here. They should've just straight-up called it "Buttfuck." Damn.
 

The Green Goo Strikes Again

What's this then...an overhead image of crazy swells in the ocean? A satellite image of Greenland? An strange, alien landscape? No, it's my famous Green Goo. Looks pretty gnarly, huh? Usually it's an even shade of green, and has a waxy appearance like chocolate, but when kept in the fridge, sometimes the coconut oil rises to the top and solidifies. I think it looks kinda cool. 

 About a month ago I made a batch for a neighbor's dog Blue. Blue is getting up there in years, but he's a sweetheart, and he and I get along like gangbusters. I met Blue and his human Jonathan about two years ago, and I see them walking all the time. We always stop to talk. Great dog...great human.

 Some months back Jonathan told me that Blue was having some joint pain, and couldn't walk as far as usual. He didn't want to put him on a bunch of anti-inflammatories like the vet suggested, and I don't blame him. I suggested Turmeric and black pepper. He said he'd heard of it and would give it a try. He started adding it to Blue's food. Over the next two months or so he told me that Blue was getting around better, and seemed to be feeling much better. He started taking Turmeric himself, and has also been pleased with the human results. 

 Over the past few years I've given the Green Goo to several dogs, and in all cases the results have been impressive. My friend Scott has a Golden named Jessie. Jessie and I bonded like nobody's business, and Scott remarked on that. At the time, Jesse was 13. He'd gotten a bit lethargic, and wasn't eating well. We were rehearsing once a week at his house for an upcoming gig. He told me about Jesse's situation, and the next week I took him some Goo. I didn't hear anything until a week later. The first words out of his mouth were "You're a wizard. You should sell that stuff." Maybe I should. After one week, Jesse was eating fine, and even playing with his toys again. Scott was impressed. 

 So I gave some to Jonathan. I started to get worried, because I didn't see him and Blue for a week, then two, then three. I was wondering if something had happened to Blue. I ran into them on Christmas day, and it was a great gift. He said he'd changed his schedule, and they were taking a different route because they were walking more. He brought up the Goo. He said "Man, that stuff works too well." It turns out that Blue got so frisky that he started running again, and that's good, but then he fell a couple of times, and that's bad.

 Blue was fine, and he was glad to see me. I sure was glad to see him. I felt awful that he'd fallen, but it did prove that the Green Goo is legit. Jonathan has also started taking a little bit of the stuff himself, before he runs. It's made from 100% people-quality ingredients, like my treats, and like the treats, it's a "secret weapon." In a crisis situation, the treats and the Goo would become the ultimate survival food, for humans too. It's food that multitasks. Plus it's tasty, especially the treats. I like them warm from the oven, with a pinch of pink salt. I'll cut some chunks of the Goo after it's solidified in the fridge, and give some to my mom to feed to the dog. I've caught her eating a chunk or two herself. That's excellent. 

 I'm super-grateful for the knowledge and experience I've gained over the years, and I get great joy helping animals, and people too. It's the only reward I want. I never ask (or receive) a penny for what I give to people, and believe me, the ingredients aren't cheap. I use the finest, purest ingredients I can find, and I use organic whenever possible. There's nothing special about me...all glory goes to God, and certainly to my folks, who did things like that all their lives, and led by example. Still I'm proud of it. 

 I love people and I love animals, and to some degree I think maybe I was put here to help them. About a dozen people whom I've helped over the years have looked me in the eye and said the exact same thing..."You're a Shaman," and they mean it. It's an incredible honor to hear that, and if it's bragging, I apologize, but it's pretty badass either way. It's funny how certain family members say that it's just a coincidence, and all my information, gathered over decades, is invalid because "I'm not a doctor." I wonder what they'd say about these stories. They could definitely use a little dose of my medicine. 

 I doubt the people or the animals I've helped have a problem with the fact that I'm not a doctor, and the results speak for themselves. I've paid my dues, literally, as far as giving away expensive stuff for free is concerned. There's no reason I couldn't sell it. I'd still rather give it away that not give it away just because I'm not getting reimbursed. Whatever knowledge my dumbass brain may hold I believe in sharing freely with anyone who may be looking, but high-end, organic ingredients are priceyAF. Have a nice day y'all, and when in doubt, Do the Goo. "To your very good health!" - Keith Emerson

 

Quote of the Day (BONUS: Extreme Irony)

"Be a good human being." - an AI "chat bot" on YouTube
 

Quote of the Day

"Being creative in this world is very dangerous, because someone in every industry will try to stop you." - Chad Sexton, drummer for the band 311
 

Soothsayer?

I met an interesting man on Christmas Day. I saw a beautiful Pitbull, with her leash tied around her shoulders and along her back, like a service dog. I figured it was cool that she was running free, and then I saw an older black man sitting on the curb, talking to a young dude who was working on his car. I figured she belonged to one of them. 

 When the dog saw me she took off in my direction. I could tell she was friendly so I stooped down to meet her, and she showered me with affection. The old man said "She don't usually take to people like that. She knows you like animals." "Yes, sir, I do" I replied. "Seriously man, she likes you" he said. I love it when that happens. 

 I went over to introduce myself and without thinking I offered my hand. He took it without hesitation and gave me a firm handshake. It ain't dead yet. He had on an army vet's cap, with the outfit and all. I didn't figure him for the stolen-valor type, and thanked him for his service. I could see he was a character and he was cracking me and the other dude up, so I sat down next to him and had a chat. Oh, noooo...I just remembered I sat closer than six feet from him. Maybe I'll die. 

 I've met people cold, that I can best call "seers," who knew things about me that they couldn't possibly know, except through some means we don't really understand. I can say that every single thing in the Universe is a frequency or vibration, and some people can tune in to these "vibes" better than others, like a good radio. It's not Woo-woo either, it's backed up by pure science (SCIENCE). 

 Jesus, I hope this isn't "racist," but I used this photo of the guy who played Uncle Remus in the Disney movie Song of the South (I think). Dude looked a lot like this guy, same grin, hair, beard and everything, only a little older. I meant to get a pic of him and his dog, but mostly she was all over me, and I didn't get one. The dog was young, and was indeed his service dog, for his PTSD. He said her name was Delilah. I love that name, for dogs and humans both. My dog's mother is named Delilah. Small world. 

 He was going on about how unusual his dog's reaction to me was. "I mean, she's friendly and all...but damn..." He went on to say how many people think Pitbulls are automatically dangerous dogs. I said "It ain't the dog...it's the human." We were in agreement on that. He stopped talking for a minute and just looked at me. "You've got some Indian in you" he said. "Cherokee." "Yeah, a little bit" I said. "Wow." Whatever Native-American I may have in me, I make rattles and things that are pretty much what they make.

 Then he cranked it up a notch. "You're a musician" he said. "How'd you know?" I asked. "I can tell. You are, right?" In keeping with the drummer-joke/drummers-aren't-musicians theory, I said "I'm a drummer." "I knew it man" he said. "You're not just a basement-drummer either...you've done some playin'...lots of playin'...all over the place. You made good money too." "Damn" I said. "You can tell that for real, or just a lucky guess?" I said. "No, man...it's just what I get from you." Now maybe he's the biggest bullshitter alive and just took some damn-lucky guesses, but I don't think so, and a man who loves animals can't be all bullshit. 

 So was the old man just a sheister, who pulled the ol' "Let me look at you" routine, and just got lucky, or could he really "read" me? He didn't ask me for anything. If it's the latter, then to me it's no big deal. All the way back in junior-high I came up with a theory, and lo and behold, it's been proven. I love it when that happens. I knew back then that every thought was just an electrochemical signal in the brain. It only puts out a tiny amount of electricity, but I reckoned that if they could build a device sensitive enough, they could literally read minds, and now that technology exists. That says nothing about people reading minds, but it's the same idea. 

 When they record a thought, it looks pretty much just like the waveform of a musical instrument being recorded in the studio. Such devices exist, and you can Google it all day long. They can also amplify that signal, just like in the studio, and broadcast it right back into other people's heads. See: Voice-to-Skull technology. It's real, y'all.

 In any case he was an interesting and hilarious old man, and I enjoyed meeting him and Delilah. I'm going to give her some of my organic dog treats, so we swapped numbers, and I'll see him again. Will he do more of that soothsayer stuff? I bet so. BTW be careful what you think. They can read you now.

 
 

There are Better Ways to End a Gig

I may have told this story before...I know I started writing it but I can't remember if I posted it. Since I'm old I tend to repeat repeat myself a lot. Nobody reads this blog anyway and I'm talking to myself, but it's cool, and a lot cheaper than therapy. 

 Bud Greene played a gig for some friends from a well-to-do family. They had a beautiful old home on top of a mountain ridge, with an amazing view of the city and way beyond. It was Summer and a clear night, so we set up on a big patio outside. I set up under a huge Oak tree, with a good view of the sky. It was nice.

 We had a bad habit, or a good habit, depending on your point of view, of pushing the limits when it came to gigs, especially outdoor gigs. Most of the band was willing to play on past curfew. I'd just be getting warmed-up. Every neighborhood generally had its own agreed-upon cutoff time for outdoor gigs...noise levels, you know...which could be anywhere from 9 'til midnight, but 10:30 was average. We never quit when we were supposed to.

 Our policy was to keep playing until the cops came. Screw it. Many times we were offered a good bit more money to play longer, but we never asked for it. We loved to play. Every band says they love their fans, but we really did. Many of them were either already friends, or people who'd become friends to this day, from all over the place. 

 If it wasn't enough to test the neighbors' and the cops' patience by playing past the limit, we'd usually take it further, and wait half an hour or so and then crank it up again. We'd start out quiet but of course we'd get loud by the third song, and sure enough the cops would usually show up again. If they weren't happy the first time they showed up, they really weren't happy having to come back again. One night a couple of us got arrested, but it was just for show and to scare us. They let us go. Guess who was always pegged as the ringleader...yep, the drummer. 

 So, this night we pulled our usual routine. It was one of those situations where our friends were hosting the party, and we knew a lot of the people there. It was a huge soiree and we were having a blast. Whatever the cutoff time was, we played straight through it. We managed to play for over half an hour before the cops came. One guy was black, every bit of 6-5, 385, and built like a hoss. He was all-business. I'm almost surprised we didn't shut it down after seeing him, but of course we couldn't do that. 

 We may have waited a few extra minutes, and we dimmed the lights way down and de-cranked the PA, and we again burst into song. We played a few songs, all the while expecting the cops to return. After another song or two there was still no sign of them, and we thought we might've gotten away with it. I counted-off another tune, and halfway toward hitting the opening cymbal crash, my arm met an immovable object, and froze in place mid-strike. It absolutely flipped me out.

 My first thought was that a huge branch had fallen from the tree and blocked my arm. That was my second thought too, when I saw the massive arm of the black officer, which was as big as a tree branch, and had grabbed my little twig of an arm. He'd grabbed my wrist, and I couldn't move a millimeter. He goes "It's OVER!" This time we took him at his word. "I'm sorry, officer" I said. "You'd better be" he said. "I'm about an inch from locking your ass up." "Yes, sir. My bad." It was the first time that had happened that I'd gotten a bit worried, including the night we got arrested. 

 What was incredible is that he'd snuck-up on me. Somehow that huge-ass man worked his way around and underneath the tree and behind my drum kit, and I never noticed. After things cooled-down a bit, I told him I was really impressed by the way he'd snuck-up on me. He grinned and said thanks. That was Ninja shit, and it startled the absolute fuck out of me for a second. When it's over it's over. We cracked-up and mimed it the whole time we were packing up. It made for an hilarious story. Although they aren't as unexpected, funny or noteworthy, there are better ways to end a gig. Rock on.

 
 

"You're Not a Doctor"

I I get so tired of people, mostly family members, saying things like "You're not a doctor" if I make a comment about medicine or health, as if somehow that magically prevents me from being able to learn about medical issues. It's a joke, and the thing is, they think they're hyper-intelligent, yet is only shows that they're not thinking about what they're saying at all, plus it's a cheap shot.

 You'd think they'd be above that if they were truly as intelligent as they claim, but apparently not. I'm also not professionally trained in drums either, but would they tell me I can't play because of it? I doubt it. BTW, "doctor" has been a part of my nickname since early in high school, but that's neither here nor there.

 What it does is stop any logical, adult conversation before it even starts. Instead of discussing the issue and maybe even learning something, they just shut it down. It's a smokescreen, and more than that it's rooted in fear. It's a "trigger word," like the term "Conspiracy Theorist." Why discuss something like mature adults, when you can just make it go away by tossing out a stock phrase and stirring up emotions, just like a little kid would do? It's lame. 

  Doctors don't know everything anyway. If they were truly healers instead of prescribers, they'd at least know that ALL medicines originally came from, and still do come from plants. 99% of doctors don't even know where aspirin, the biggest drug on Earth, originally came from. Ask one some time, and I can almost guarantee they'll say "Bayer." That's how they've been trained. For the record, it's "White Willow bark."

 I finally had my fill of one such person saying shit like "You're not a Meteorologist" if I made a comment about the weather, again as if it somehow made my eyes not work, and the ever-present "You're not a doctor" if I made a comment about health, which they might do well to heed, except that it'd mean they'd have to quit saying that everything I've learned in four decades is bullshit because I'm not a doctor. Here's the kicker...it's perfectly okay if he doesn't have a degree in his field. Hypocrisy? Nah.

 Well, guess what, bro...I don't have a degree in drafting either, but I'm (or at least I was) a legal draftsman in Alabama. I've told the story before about when I was doing drafting work for my Architect dad. One day a letter arrived from the good State of Alabama and addressed to me. I thought it was tax stuff or maybe I was in trouble for something, but it was a certificate, suitable for framing, with a note that started, "Congratulations. You are now a legally-recognized draftsman in the state of Alabama." Cool. 

 In the state's eyes, the hours of experience in the real world equalled getting a degree, which basically happened, only without the cap and gown. Point is, anyone who thinks that four or five years in the classroom equals decades of hands-on experience is a fool, and that's precisely what they're saying when they say "You're not a doctor" or whatever.

 Here's a bigger kicker...they're not doctors either, yet they literally think they're so smart that they can diagnose me medically, without the benefit of medical training, residency and certainly not a degree on the wall, and all without even an office visit. So far they're 0-for-3, but that's beside the point I guess. They should open the Remote Magical Medical Clinic. More hypocrisy? Naaaaaah. They get real satisfaction thinking they've proved something wrong, by saying nothing. 86 the bullshit, okay? You might learn something. 

 

Perspective/Dirty Mind?

There's a guy on YouTube, I forget his name, who covers everything Rock & Roll, and if you're into Rock-Docs, stories behind the songs and general musical info, chances are you've run across him. He wears a hat, and he has one of the grooviest props I've ever seen- a giant cassette tape, illuminated from behind the clear window, which looks exactly like the real thing, only huge. 

 He introduces each new section of the video with variations of this illustration. It's a turntable, and the center image, an LP jacket, as seen here, a concert photo, a still of the artist or whatever, changes with each section. Good ol' Phil, BTW.

 

I don't know if it has something to do with the fact that maybe the dominant eye looks at the opposite side of the image first, or the highlighting or what, but every single time I see the image, this is what I see first. This looks like a young lady you might see in a club, way back in the 60s, especially in the UK. She's wearing a mini-miniskirt, with a bitchin' belt with metallic adornments. In my world, the light-brown table that the turntable is sitting on becomes her right leg. I can dig it. It gives me a special feeling, and for that I thank God. It's all in how you look at things.

 

Cosmic Coincidences: My Mom's "Snake-Eyes" Story

My mom has an interesting story about one day when her friends were playing a game where rolling dice was involved. Mom wasn't really into it and hadn't joined them on that day. Apparently you got more than one roll at a time, and rolling snake eyes is a good thing. 

 I don't remember if it was mom's Jewish, non-Jewish friends or both, but she'd been trying to hip a few of them to Christ, and they were discussing it. When it was one lady's turn she jokingly said "If Marilyn (my mom) were here, she'd say "Lord, let me roll three Snake Eyes in a row." They all laughed, but right before their eyes that's exactly what she did. Their mouths fell agape. 

 Mom and I were talking about that the other day. I knew from rolling my share of dice that that very rarely happens, and got to pondering on what the odds were. I can't find the article I read so I can't give a 1-in-whatever number it was. I recall it was an interesting number but it seemed a bit small. I just found another article that says the probability is .00002, or roughly the same as flipping a coin and having it land either heads or tails, 16 times in a row. I've flipped my share of coins too, and I can't imagine getting 16 in a row. You could flip coins for a year and not hit that.

 Of course they called my mom to tell her what had just happened, and they all had a good laugh about it, but a couple of them were a little flipped-out, and rightly so. I doubt anyone actually thought God had gotten directly involved in a dice game at a hen party, and nudged the table or whatever, but you never know...it may have planted a seed, and gotten them thinking more about Him. It sure made for a very unlikely story. They say God works in mysterious ways, and them are some staggerin' odds. THIS HAS BEEN A COINCIDENCE. Have a nice day. 
 

Interesting Coincidences #73,937,357,803: An Answer to a Question

A few months ago a video popped up in my YT feed about a drummer I wasn't familiar with. I saw that he had a nice set of Paiste cymbals, so I checked out the vid. I won't say who he is, because sadly he represents most famous drummers these days. He's big-time though, and very distinctive. If you search Paiste artists by chance, think "rooster" and you'll probably find him right away. 

 He's not a young guy...it's hard to say but I'd guess he's in his 40s. He's in great shape however old he is, and he's a very powerful drummer. He's really good too...smooth, accurate and technically-advanced, plus he does all sorts of stick-tricks...spins, flips and tosses, without missing a beat, and he puts a lot of feeling into his playing. He can play all styles authentically, which most drummers can't do. In this case his age is an advantage. His experience shows.

 After about the third video, and the third completely different cymbal setup, I knew he was either a trust-fund baby or a Paiste endorser. Those things ain't cheap. Paiste made "colorsound" cymbals back in the 80s, which had a special coating that came in different colors. They went out of style for a while, but they've been available as a special-order and continued occasionally in lower-line models. Like everything else they've come back, in a series that's one notch below their flagship model, the legendary 2002 series. 

 He had complete sets in several different colors. They'd be red in one video and white in the next. He also had several sets in the regular, uncolored models. For the record he has lots of different drum kits, and that shit ain't cheap either. One video showed him unboxing two big boxes of cymbals that Paiste had custom-colored gray, to match one of his kits. He got several-thousand dollars' worth of cymbals for free. Not only that but they put his logo on them, and they only do that for big-name drummers. He obviously flew under my radar. 

 I checked-out a few more of his vids. Although he's far from the fastest or most-technical drummer, he grooves more than most of those type guys, and I'll take that any day. He's a kickass drummer. His shtick is taking classic songs from all eras going back to the 40s or so, and doing drum arrangements to them. He usually inserts some of his crazy fills, doing all his slick stick shit the whole while, and it's bonkers. He's fun to watch. 

 I like his playing, and he seems to be a decent guy. His personality, like his drumming, is a bit up-front if you will, but he's not an asshole. I'd take a lesson or two from him. We'd certainly be "Paiste-buddies." Then I began to wonder...could he possibly not be "one of the club?" Could he possibly not be a Satanist, either seriously or by virtue of the fact that they are Satan-worshippers by default, in that they certainly don't worship God? I doubted it but I was hoping. And BTW, any time an artist says they're a "Christian," 99.9% of the time it's bullshit. Their god is the god of this world.

 Just as I was wondering, the video I was watching ended, or so I thought. For no apparent reason, and with no announcement or anything, and in only one of a couple-dozen videos I watched, he'd added a ten-second tag to the video. It showed him sitting cross-legged in the middle of a pentagram and a "Magic Circle," lit by candles. He stared unblinking into the camera, as if to say "I guess you got your answer, buddy." I read you. I pretty much figured. It's sad. Eternity is a long, long time, brother. Meantime I guess, rock on, dude...while you can. 

 They say "If there's a Rock & Roll Heaven, you know they got a hell of a band." I don't know about that. They also say "There's still time to change the road you're on."  Might want to heed that advice. It's only Rock & Roll.

Thump to Expose Deep State?

Former president Thump just dropped a bombshell. He announced that on January 6th I believe, he's going to "expose" the Deep State. That's a bit of a shocker to me, and these days I'm not easily shocked. Although I await his speech with baited breath, I seriously doubt he'll expose shit, but one never knows. He certainly never "drained the swamp." To be fair, if you got rid of every slimy fuck in DC, you might have half a dozen people left in office, if that many. They're all Creepy-Crawlies. 

 The deal here is, no matter what you think of Frump, just the fact that he mentioned the Deep State at all should wake people up. It should also make some of the things some people say sound a hell of a lot less crazy. If you've heard that the Deep State is just a "conspiracy theory," then you've heard wrong. It's very, very real. You don't make speeches on "conspiracy theories." Wake up, y'all. Do it. We need you! 
 

Predator-Poacher Humor

Occasionally I watch videos where these people pretend to be minors, and catch pedos online. I'm not sure why I watch any at all...they're cringey as hell and sickening on so many levels. Maybe it's to reassure myself that there are indeed people who are bigger losers than me. I've never understood that attraction, but I realize a whole lot of people are into it, especially the Elites, as we're starting to see.

 So in this episode they were confronting a guy at his home. In his texts to the decoy he mentioned that he played in a band. One guy asked him what the name of the band was, and he said "I'd really better not say." So the guy says "Was it 'Ped Zeppelin?'" That's funny. 
 

Cool Coincidences #974,422,993,033: Maggie's Hair

I mentioned that I recently bought the five-season run of Northern Exposure, the best show ever to be on TV, on eBay. I got it for $40 shipped, which works out to about 36 cents per episode, which is the best bargain I've ever gotten in my life. What a show. Interestingly when I did the math, 110 episodes divided into 40, the number came up .3636363636363636 (which reduces to the number 9 BTW). To a "Numerophile" that's a kickass number.

 These are the two main characters, Joel and Maggie, in a dream sequence. I popped this episode in tonight. The cool thing is, although I did tape a few episodes, literally, on VHS tape, and once in a Blue Moon they might show it on cable, many of the episodes I saw only once, over a quarter-century ago, and there are a few I haven't even seen yet. I'd totally forgotten this scene.

 Maggie (Janine Turner) was a pilot in the show, and Joel (Rob Morrow) was a doctor. In this episode she was flying Joel back from a gig in a remote Native village. The plane had engine trouble and they had to make an emergency landing in a field, and spend the night in the wilderness. They had no food or water, except for a 40lb hunk of whale blubber that Joel was given as "payment,' which was a nice touch. 

 To the Natives it was a very valuable and honored gift, but the smell almost made Joel hurl on the flight home. The way that hunk of blubber played into the rest of the episode was classic, and typical of what made the show great. Maggie had survival skills, but Joel, a transplanted New-Yorker, was totally unskilled in woodsmanship, and felt like they'd reverted back to Caveman days, hence the dream.

 Maggie was a perfect blend of hot, cute, sexy, smart, funny, strong yet vulnerable and a touch naive. The only thing I didn't like was that she kept her hair really short for the entire series. Most of the time I like seeing longer hair on women. These days I guess that's "sexist" or "hate speech" or some bullshit. So sue me. I like it. I think it accents the face, shoulders, and everything else better, but c'est moi. 

 In this episode, before the dream sequence, her hair was super-short, about a #5, if that. It looked very...what's the word..."regulation." To me it was distracting, and took away from her beauty. I was thinking how much I'd love to see her with long hair, and at that exact moment, in typical fashion the dream sequence just popped-in out of nowhere. Right before my eyes her hair went from super-short in one frame, to crazy-long in the next frame, and at the exact moment I thought about wishing I could see her with long hair. It flipped me out for a second or two, and my jaw dropped. How cool is that? THIS HAS BEEN A COINCIDENCE. Have a nice day.

Me and Lisa in Hearts

Back in high school I loved to play Spades, and I also got into Hearts. Sometime I play online just to keep my chops up, should I run into some card-playing humans one day. I have a unique strategy in Hearts that's exactly opposite from the way most people play. It's risky but the payoff is big. I'm a different drummer, and I march to myself.  

 I like this one site because some of them will slant the odds, usually so you win more often, but this site is even-Steven odds. They give you and your virtual opponents avatars. I decided to play a few hands today, and I saw they'd given us some cute little Santa hats for the holidays. Nice.

 As you can see I decided to make myself black. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that every time I sit down to play drums I wish I were black, but in any case I'm a groovy brother. 

 

I don't know if it's the Santa hat that finally did it, but I began to take a closer look at the female opponent, Lisa....her golden hair...those eyes...and that smile. I realized I was getting a cartoon-boner for her. I think my avatar wants to go out with her.

 I already try to keep from dumping the queen on her, and I try to hose the other two players, Mike and Bill, but I think it's turned into more. I think I have feelings for her. I think she's stolen my heart, as it were. 

 I wonder how to break the ice with a cartoon. I wonder if she's into black guys. I wonder if I should tell her I'm really a Caucasian. Maybe she already has a boyfriend, but I doubt it's Bill or Mike. They're goobers. What to do? Cartoon-love is so confusing. 

We Treated Each Other Differently

There's someone I've played lots of gigs with over the years. When a certain scenario arose at all those gigs, we treated each other as differently as night and day. 

 If he were talking to a woman, be it a date, a potential date, a one-night-stand or just some random girl, I'd go over and talk him up. I'd say whatever I could think of to make him look good, and I did it every time. Frankly, for him to be with a woman was a bit rarer than it was for me, so I wanted to give him all the help I could. He'd soak it right up.

 So if I were with a woman, how did he treat me? You'd think he'd return the favor, right? You'd think, but no. He'd come over, say hi, and almost immediately launch into some very embarrassing and very personal story about me. I'm not talking about some crazy story that maybe made me look goofy but was still funny, because that's okay. I mean stuff you'd never tell anyone yourself. It was bad.

 Now I can take a joke with the best of them. I call myself a dumbass and talk about stupid shit I do all the time. If you can't laugh at yourself, you're truly an asshole. However, some stuff is just too personal to share, but share he did. He thought it was funny, but he'd be the only one laughing. The truth is, even most third-graders know that when someone has to put someone else down to try to make themselves feel better, they're pretty pathetic on the inside. 

 In his mind he made himself look good in front of the woman, by making me look bad, but in reality all he was doing was showing how sad and immature he really was. It was truly uncomfortable for everyone but him, which made it stand-out even more. I guess he thought maybe the girls would think he was cool or whatever, but they couldn't wait for him to leave. Invariably they'd make a face like they'd just stepped on a slug, and say "What's HIS deal?" "He's one of those people who gets his jollies by putting people down" I'd say. "That's sad" they'd say. "Yep."

 When I'd call him on it, he'd say it was a "joke." I'd remind him that, even if a joke was pointed at someone, and made them look less than perfect, as long as it was funny and not personal, and shared by all, then it was a good joke. A joke at someone's expense isn't a joke at all. It's utter disrespect, and people who can't show respect for others have no respect for themselves. 

 Maybe he couldn't grasp the idea that a "joke" should be shared, but he'd completely ignore it, and resort to name-calling. He'd say I was being a "pussy," as if I couldn't take a "joke." I don't think it's being a pussy to ask someone to please not share personal information. There's a million stories about me that he could've told, even ones where I did stupid shit galore that would've been fine, and actually funny, like "He nearly blew his balls off with an M-80," or "He set the stage on fire at the Supper Club," or "He jumped a Buick at 120mph on Brookwood," or "He played drums naked at a gig in South Carolina," or any number of fun stories, but he'd hit below the belt, and then call me a pussy. I don't know about that, but I do know what nearby part of the anatomy he was being. 

 Did I ever think about giving him a taste of his own medicine? Sure I did, but that would've meant that I'd have had to lower myself to his level, and thankfully that's never been my gig. Did he ever take a lesson from how I treated him? I reckon not. I know he thought his jive was working, because, with the exception of my last one (smart), he hit on pretty much every woman I dated for longer than about two weeks, multiple times. They'd tell me that he acted almost like he expected it, and sure enough he'd tell more "jokes" about me. Did it work? In his mind maybe, but let's just say that nary a one of them ever dated him, even years down the road.

 I'm not saying for a second that I'm perfect. I can be a narcissistic asshole and a complete dick, but not as a habit. At least I didn't stoop to the level of his bullshit. If nothing else but selfish reasons, I know how it'd make me look to others if I treated someone that way, but people who do that for some reason don't get it. More than that of course is that you just shouldn't treat people like that. The "Golden Rule" is here for a reason. Plus I can absolutely guarantee that if I had done it to him, he'd have completely lost his shit, and I know that from experience...lots of experience. In other words yo, he can dish it out but he can't take it. 

 When it came to talking to gals at gigs, one of the ways we treated each other was different from the other one. I talked him up, and he talked me down. There's a difference. One of us was an asshole. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, and have a nice day. 

Quote of the Day

"TOGETHER...UNITED...WE'LL NEVER BE DEFEATED!" - thousands of Australians, protesting the BULLSHIT lockdowns and mandates
 

EXTRA, EXTRA: ALIENS BEAM-UP RESIDENTS OF ENTIRE TOWN - 350,000 MISSING...VEGETABLES LEFT BEHIND

This is the zaniest story to come out of North Korea in quite a while. Real info from there can be hard to come by of course, but allegedly this is being broadcast on NK TV as a real event. Smoke 'em if you got 'em, 'cause this is nuts y'all. 

 The story goes that in the city of Wonsan, the entire population of 355,000 just up and vanished overnight, and they say the culprit was a UFO. Interesting. There's a video of the alleged news broadcast, and I'll leave a link. From the relatively-few NK news broadcasts I've seen it looks exactly the same, sort of like American TV-news in the latter-Cronkite era, and legit.

 What lends further credibility that it was a real broadcast is the fact that the footage was covered in a video on YouTube by an alleged NK-defector, Yeonmi Park. If I remember correctly, she and her mother supposedly swam a dangerous river to freedom. Most people would never do that because of what happens to their families left behind. Not only are they punished but so are at least two generations down the road.

 I've been occasionally watching her videos for about three years, and again she seems legit. Of course it could all be pure propaganda, but I tend to doubt that. She certainly takes a different view than the "Official Narrative" coming out of there. Normally she does a commentary but all she did was post the video. If she actually posted it, I'm guessing she'll do a followup. 

This is the image shown at the beginning of the broadcast. The Korean writing for "UFO" is this: 비행접시, so I'm noy sure what these symbols mean. I'm guessing maybe it means "Oh, SHIT!" The shape of the Saucer is interesting. 

It's almost a dead-ringer, as it were, for the German craft Die Glocke, or "The Bell." We know it was built and supposedly it flew. The story, in the Germans' own words, was that it came from "Alien" technology. BTW, did you know that after WW2, hundreds of German scientists were brought to the US, chiefly to work at NASA and other gubmint agencies? They brought not only the avowed "Alien" tech with them, but also their deep "Occult" beliefs. Look it up. See: "Operation Paper Clip." All that shit came over here after the war. 

 The broadcast starts with the reporter taking a bow. She says that Supreme Leader KJU is confounded by a new mystery. She goes on to say that overnight all the residents of the town disappeared, leaving their homes and "many tasty vegetables" (in stores) behind. Also left behind was a noxious smell of rotten eggs. The very next day the regime called for the repopulation of Wonsan, offering free homes and tasty vegetables to new settlers on a first-come-first-serve basis, and within 24 hours the city had new residents. I doubt it was 355,000 new residents overnight, but one never knows when it comes to NK. 

 One woman who was obviously distraught said that she'd gone out of town for a one-day vacation, and when she returned, all the former residents were gone, and someone was already living in her house, and no doubt preparing the tasty vegetables. "Where will I go?" she asked. She said nothing about the UFO. They showed new residents sweeping the streets and planting flowers. There was no footage of people munching the tasty vegetables, which is the first thing I imagine they'd do. The main concern seemed to be getting rid of the smell, rather than the fact that 355K folks disappeared overnight, not to mention they were supposedly abducted by a fucking UFO. One smiling woman said that if they plant enough flowers, it will get rid of the smell.

 The whole thing was treated very matter-of-factly, which further pegged my Bullshitometer. I cracked-up when the newscaster said "We now take you to a 'Disappearance Specialist.'" You could go a lifetime meeting people and asking what they did for a living, and I'd bet nary a one would say "I'm a Disappearance Specialist." That is, anywhere besides NK. I reckon they need that gig over there, what with all the disappearances and such, but I'm surprised the position exists. 

 So the Disappearance Specialist comes on, and here's what he had to say: "I always said Wonsan was plagued with UFOs. Now I'm taken seriously and people are asking for help. I think these people were stolen. Don't worry, it's happened before in other cities. Over time people will arrive and it will be populated again." So, a UFO zaps 355,000 people to God knows where, but don't worry. It's cool. It's happened before." It was like he was saying "I told y'all so," and that's all that mattered. I guess since there was apparently a precedent for entire cities being beamed-up, minus the vegetables, it's nothing to worry about. I guess the Aliens don't care for Earth veggies. Crazy. 

 Several of my YouTube homies have made short vids about it, and I'm sure there'll be tons more. The general tone is "WTF," and nobody lent the story much credibility, except for the fact that it was on Yeonmi's channel. It'll be interesting to keep an eye on, and even if it turns out to be complete bullshit, which it probably is, and the news broadcast was faked, it's still interesting. I'm going to have to call "Bullshit" on this one for now, but I'll keep abreast of the situation.

When I first heard the story it reminded me of an episode of the Twilight Zone, or possibly the Outer Limits, where an entire town was scooped-up, also by a UFO. In that case however, instead of just the people being sucked-up, a huge section of land, the whole town, was ripped from the planet. That episode always reminded me in turn of the back cover of Yes' brilliant album Fragile, which was drawn by the one-and-only Roger Dean. They just yanked a big chunk out of the ground, tasty vegetables and all.

Could there possibly be any truth to this story? Could 355,000 people vanish overnight? Anything's possible. We do know there's a huge chemical plant there, and major accidents have happened...the gasses released generally are heavier than air, and displace oxygen, thus choking its victims, and entire towns have been wiped-out, but 355,000 people...all of them? It seems unlikely but it would account for the smell. That's a lot of bodies to get rid of overnight, but who knows what they're really capable of. They showed people who'd allegedly moved in that very day, scrubbing windows to get rid of the smell, and having already planted tons of flowers, as if they'd been living there a while...it was surreal, and it seemed like pure bullshit, but who knows? 

 I'd like to hear, from Mr. Disappearance Specialist, where this has happened before, as he said, and why he's so casual about a fucking UFO. That sucker had to have been massive, to hold that many people. I reckon "conspiracy" stuff is frowned upon over there, so why say it's a UFO to begin with? Is that the best answer they could come up with to explain the disappearance of a shitload of people? Why not, right? 

 This story is a breath of fresh air for we "Conspiracy Theorists." Even if it's pure bullshit it's hilarious, and reads like the front cover of the dearly-missed tabloid, Weekly World News (RIP). It's also a possible peek into a country "shrouded in mystery," as writers would say. If it's a hoax, and the news broadcast was just a well-done fake, then it's one of the most batshit-crazy hoaxes to come out of anywhere in a long time. 

 Over a quarter-century since his death, I still wonder what Frank Zappa would have to say about shit like this. To me this is special, and Frank could've easily made it into a song. I know he'd be into the "sulfury reek" as he once said, and he wrote an amazing song called "Inca Roads," in which he discussed the Nazca Lines, and who may have used them, wondering if it was UFOs. "Was it round, and did it have a motor...or was it something different?" Brilliant. 

 Anyway, this is the best "WTF" story I've heard in a while. I seriously doubt it's true but if even a part of it is then it's incredible. 355,000 people beamed-up? The town is completely deserted, yet it's repopulated within 24 hours? Some woman goes on vacation for one day, and when she returns home the next day someone else is living there, and it's just tough shit? I guess she was the lucky one, out of 355.000. It sounds like complete horsefeathers, but I'll keep an eye out for any updates. Stay tuned...

News broadcast: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ot7YOKQsIeM

 

 

 

Reasons Why Ringo was a Brilliant Drummer #6,083

The needless debate on whether or not Ringo was/is a good drummer continues to this day. Someone brings it up once or twice a year these days. If someone has to question it, it only shows that they have a limited knowledge of music, and specifically what makes a great song so great.

 Long story short, the Beatles' music would've sounded NOTHING like it did had they had ANY other drummer but Ringo. Whenever someone asks me if Ringo was a good drummer or not, I chuckle and say that he's the best drummer in the world, and in many ways he really is. 

 They'll cock their heads and say "Really?" I'll try to explain the difference between drumming for drumming's sake (wankage) and drumming for the song, how his parts were so cool and quirky and unique, how simple is beautiful, how you couldn't take away his parts any more than you could the piano or vocals and all, if they can dig it. 

 The beautiful song Fixing a Hole is just one example of why Ringo is amazing (example #6,083, lol). It starts with an Harpsicord intro in straight eighth-notes and then there's a pause. Ringo then sets the tempo and counts the band in with a four-bar Shuffle pattern on the hi-hats. After those four beats the band comes in and the first verse starts. He keeps the same pattern going on the hats, which is normal, but when the rest of the band and the vocals come in, 999,999 out of a million drummers would start playing the snare drum on beats 2 and 4, at least with a rim-click.

 It's what drummers do almost automatically, like hitting the bass drum with cymbal crashes. It's how we learn to play drums. Drummers are obviously excitable people when it comes to music. Must of us mere mortal drummers would be thinking something like: "Okay, I laid the groove these four beats, and now the rest of the boys are gonna come in...ready, GO!" We can't help it. Our buddies are joining us and we get excited. 

 Not Ringo. He had the calmness, the wisdom, the courage, the vision, the brilliance and the general "Ringoness" to lay off the snare until the chorus. Most drummers would have to tie their snare-hand to their leg to keep from doing it automatically, but Ringo was able to contain himself, and keeps playing just the hats through the verse. It's amazing. He does accent some beats, like having the snare going would do, but it's all on the hats. It's beautiful. This is reason #6,083. Don't engage in silly debates. Rock on. 

Fixing a Hole: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPBd8eHQqIw

 

All Roads Lead to Heaven?

Do all roads really lead to Heaven? Most people think so. Alls you have to do is basically not be a bad person, and you're in like sin. Is that how it is? Buddha...Shiva...Krishna or God, it doesn't really matter whom you subscribe to, it's all the same...is that the deal? It makes perfect sense, but what's if it's nothing but a happy story, and not how it really is? What if there's only one way, whether it seems fair or not? I'd look into it. Choose wisely my friend. 

Yet More Products of a Godless Society

This is the kind of thing that happens when they try to take God out of society. Now I'm an artist and a musician, so I have no problem with self-expression. It's self-mutilation where I draw the line. Who would do this to themselves?

 For the millionth time this isn't "hate speech" in any way. I hold no hatred for anyone except Satan. I feel empathy for this person actually. When I look into this person's eyes, besides the demon I see looking out, I also see some of the original human left...and it's a human crying for help. These days it's no wonder.

 I don't see this same look with most of these "body-modification" people. This person might still be saved. and they can do wonders with plastic-surgery these days. If this were a Halloween costume it'd be badass, but not 24/7. I feel for this person. They need God. We all do, whether we know it or not. Be blessed. 
 

It's Fun Being a Dork

Sometimes it's fun being a dork. There are issues from time to time but usually it's at least entertaining, in a dorky way. And that's the beauty of being a dork...no matter how dorky the average person thinks something is, the dork will love it. Being a dork has its perks. By definition a dork loves dorky shit, and maybe doesn't necessarily know any better...like maybe someone who's a little "slow." People who know you're a dork expect you to do dorky shit, so it's all good. 

 It could be a little bit dorky to begin with, but in lieu of buying a GoPro I got a waterproof case for my phone. I wanted to one day take some more groovy underwater shots at the Cahaba River...crawfish, Alligator Gars, Darters, turtle-fart bubbles and such. I didn't make it to the river but I did test it, in the shower and in a hellacious downpour, and it's definitely waterproof. Trouble is like most everything else they cut corners, and used shitty hex screws. 

 It was heavy and bulky but waterproof. You could probably hit it with a baseball bat. The "threads" in the top of one of the screws were weak and loose, and once I screwed it in it was stuck. It was big but loose, and even the slightest touch made a loud pop, enough to ruin a video. I recorded Doug and I playing bass and drums, and the sound and picture quality were good except for the pops, and any really loud hits would vibrate the case and make the picture shake. Not to mention the screws weren't stainless and had rusted in place, and took my best Hulk imitation to get them out. Smart, for something that's supposed to be waterproof. It had to go. 

 This time I got a clear case. It has no screws and I'll test it out with cardboard before I trust the phone in it, but it looks solid. Plus it's so thin it's hard to tell there's a case on the phone. It came with a dummy phone-screen illustration, so I decided to put it where it shows through the back of the case. I had to cut out a section at the top to allow for the lenses but you can't tell and it fits perfectly. This is the back of the case, ha-ha. 

 If I ever get out in public again this could be funny, and dorkyAF. I could become Superdork, or worse. I'd be walking around pretending to be talking to someone, but from a few feet away it'd look like I'm talking into the wrong side of my phone, not to mention the phone wasn't actually on, and with a dork-ass homescreen photo to boot. I'd keep saying "HEY, could you speak-up? I can't hear you very well" in a loud voice, over and over. People would think I was (seriously) challenged in some way and feel sorry for me and maybe give me money or buy me a sandwich. Oh, wait...this is 2021. People would just think I was on drugs and make a wide berth. Oh, wait...people do that these days anyway. 

 This is a dorky post but ibi habes. Being dork-related humor I dig it, and the thought of walking around talking into the back of my phone made me lol. How dorky is that? I apologize. I'm a dork.

The Latest Topic to be Censored

The latest topic to be censored (can you say "1984?") is videos in which people say that the Astroworld tragedy was a Satanic ritual. I don't know how many videos I watched where people said that, and made it very clear that they weren't "religious" in any way. I wonder why they'd want to censor those videos...oh, I know...because it's the TRUTH. 

 Again I believe that two things are happening right now that the Good Book said would happen- a light is being shone upon the darkness, and the "veil" is lifting. Even if we disregard all the overtly-Satanic symbols we always see...the eyeballs, pyramids, portals and shit it's clear that this was a ritual. Tons of people who don't believe in God, much less the Devil, were saying that it felt "demonic." It's hard to argue with that, folks. If you still have eyes to see, ears to hear and a semi-working brain, then use them! Again, wake the fuck up. Please.
 

 

"Unexplained" Deaths

Kids dying from heart attacks? A 500% increase in heart attacks and other "unexplained" deaths in FIFA athletes? WTF? In a recent three-month period, there were over 20,000 "extra" and "unexplained" deaths in England and Wales. They say researchers are "scrambling" to find the cause of these deaths. There's no need to scramble. I can tell you what caused these "extra" and "unexplained' deaths. They're from what most people have already put in their arms. Can you dig it? Wake up.
 

Comment of the Day

"Jesus was a brotha." - Tip Baby, on YouTube
 

The African-American Ice Cream Kid

This is the iconic "Ice Cream Kid" from the cover of one of the Grateful Dead's live albums, Europe '72 I think. It was drawn by Stanley Mouse, in collaboration with Alton Kelley, of Kelley Mouse Studios. Back in the day it was one of THE t-shirts to own. Original Ts from back then go for hundreds on eBay. If I had bucks to burn I'd get another one. 

 It's one of my favorite illustrations of all time. It looks like it was done digitally, but of course it was drawn by hand and way before computer graphics was available to the masses. It's extremely well-done. The mouth has an almost Dali-esque thing going on, and now that I understand more about symbolism, it has more meaning than it did before, but above all, on any given day to me it represents my general feelings about the whole damn dumbass human race in general. I may have to pony-up $25 or so for a modern-copy t-shirt. I love it. 

Here we see rapper Travis "My fame was fake, bought and paid for on Soundcloud" Scott, during a videotaped statement/apology to fans and families of the victims (in black & white no less) who tragically passed-away during his ritual...umm, I mean concert a few days ago. He's like "Oops!" In the video he keep putting his hand to his forehead, just like Ice Cream Kid, over and over. He just forgot the ice cream cone. 

 

Tag of the Day

IKNODAT'SRIGHT.
 

Great Lines from Great Songs: "Freak Parade" by Todd Rundgren

Usually with this series I have something to say about the lyrics, but in this case there isn't much that needs to be said. The lyrics speak for themselves. I have nothing to say about this except that it's beautiful. Todd is the MAN.

In a world full of freaks

You can creep, you can crawl

But the world's biggest freak

Is the one with no balls

This is an incredible tune BTW. Give it a spin. 

Freak Parade by Todd Rundgren: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DitwakvT7hw

 

Updated Dating Profile

Luckily I've never had to avail myself of dating sites, but the thought has crossed my mind. I'd never do it because I know now that dating sites are the Happy Hunting Ground for narcissists. But if I did use one, I'd try a tactic that probably fewer that 98% of the people use- honesty. I wouldn't sugar-coat shit, and I think it'd be hilarious. I'd use a current pic, one like this, where I look like a fucking dweeb...haven't shaved in three days, idiotic look on my face, etc. The ad might say something like this:

 SWM, over the motherfucking hill (64), seeks female, 35-70, for conversation, companionship and maybe more.

Cons: No home, no car, no job, no future, no teeth and no life.

Pros: I still have hair and my dick still works. I once had a sense of humor that still may be buried somewhere. 

Likes: Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain

Dislikes: Assholes 

My # is:1-205-OLD-FART. RSVP if interested. Those still asleep need not apply. Have a nice day.

That'd be my profile in a nutshell. I wonder how many women would be brave enough to be at all interested. Lots of people would be thrown by honesty but at least they'd know what they're getting. Lol. 

 
 

The WTF Files: Kids and Cardiac Arrest?

Kids going into cardiac arrest after getting vacksed? Yeah, that's normal. Wake up. 
 

Waking Up

People are slowly waking up, big-time. I see it every day. At least three people I know, who a scant year or so earlier stopped just short of calling me crazy, and accusing me of implying or thinking that my information was "special" (not my words), while the only thing "special" about it was the fact that I'd researched that information and they hadn't, yet they basically told me I was full of shit, just because they didn't believe it and hadn't looked into it. Now they want to hear what I have to say, and again there's nothing special about me at all...this information is there for all to see. The truth is finally sinking-in. It takes time.

 You don't wake up overnight. You can't. You can't just change your beliefs, and undo a lifetime of programming and social-engineering without a mental fight. Your brain has to process new and strange information, and most people don't like dealing with that at all. It takes you out of your comfort zone about as much as anything, but if you never leave your comfort zone you'll never grow. It's not easy waking up, and yes, it sucks finding out bad things, but it's reality, and the sooner you realize it the sooner you can adjust.

 People are waking up to the lies, the flip-flopping "Official Narrative," the blatant corruption, etc., and the fact that the people in power (the Elites) have absolutely NOTHING in common with we common commoners, although they've managed to convince most people that they love US above money and power and all that, but we're starting to see through that bullshit nonsense. 

 Speaking of see, all this blatant suppression of information will backfire on them. Eventually when people realize that certain info is being censored, they'll want to know what that info is, and that's a beautiful thing. Two things here- you can learn more by what's being suppressed than by what's being shown, and you don't get flack unless you're over the target. Can you dig it?

 People are also waking up to the sheer evil of these people, and that's key. I believe it's just as it says in the Good Book- that a light is being shone upon the darkness. We're seeing all this hellish and evil shit right in front of our faces, and you don't have to be "awake" to see it. The deepest sleepers are starting to see the evil, and how that couldn't be I haven't a clue, but better late than never. That same book also says "Woe unto those who take evil for good." "Woe" is a drastic understatement. I'd take it to heart.

 But guess what...with all that evil comes an even greater measure of GOOD. Everything in the Universe strives for a balance, and it can't be all evil. That's where God, my Father, and his Son Jesus Christ come in, but that's another story, and a personal decision whether to accept or reject Him, a choice we all may have to make at some point. Meanwhile people are waking up and it can't be denied, or, thank God, stopped, although they're trying their best. 

 Sadly many people will never wake up until it's too late, to the point of even denying bizarre shit that's going on right in front of their faces. It's resistance to change in any form. There's a cool name for the condition that I forget, but it says that basically some people are so deluded that even if they see things crumbling around them they'll deny it and convince themselves everything is normal, when it's anything but. That's a shame but it's human nature, and for the record it's also talked about in the Good Book. Those people are lost, and if anything happens they'll be helpless. Deny the facts at your own risk.

 People are waking up. Don't be left behind...in more ways than one. God bless, and have a nice day.