Just too much hit me (and of course, the wife) yesterday and then again this morning. When one is stuck on a chair and needs to poop….well, let me say it was not a pretty picture. Did learn from yesterday so that this morning was not bad at all.
Then we had our younger daughter come by for a visit. And of course her roommate (shit, we call her our daughter also…and no, nothing like what you would imagine 2 women living together would be). And then, the granddaughter and our great granddaughter. Let me tell you, as soon as everyone got settled in, it was pass Sayla to me time. And she just started laughing and her entire face as in one huge laughing grin. Man, I love that girl!!!!
They brought us lunch (pho) plus some damn good cupcakes (from a cupcake store, not mass market crap from grocery store). I just had a little of the pho, will have more, if not all the rest tonight.
So for a few hours, forgot my problems and just had a damn good time!
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Some kook-aid drinking, crayon eater that writes for The Hill thinks Biden deserves the Nobel Peace Prize. No, I’m not kidding.
Let’s forget for a second that Biden can’t spell Nobel or noble, peace or piece, prize or price. What has he done to deserves this award?
To be fair, some other lint licker nominated Biden a while ago. Brent Budowsky at The Hill just thinks he definitely deserves to win.
Read it all at Some Crackpot Thinks Biden Deserves Nobel Peace Prize
Ever hear of Yodlee? Neither had I, until I discovered it was aggregating my data in my bank account, and likely selling it to third parties. This quickly became a personal dig, until I found staggering connections that I realized the public needs to be made aware of. Before you determine this has nothing to do with you, I urge you to review this article in its entirety and pay close attention to the timeline actions, because this affects ALL OF YOU, and it’s being rolled out in multiple countries. Then, I encourage you to check with your bank and find out exactly which third parties are wrapped up in your accounts, and consider the option of moving your funds to a smaller local bank. This isn’t just about spying and data aggregating, this is a structural setup to move us into the social/climate score system and beyond, and Biden is penning the orders to build the framework that BlackRock has devised.
To quickly summarize, I had noticed that my bank account was suddenly categorizing my expenses into groups such as; income, health & fitness, food & dining, travel, business services, pet supplies, and so on. Immediately, I could see where this was going, and was particularly annoyed by the “income” category where they were mislabeling funds under that category, which puppet Biden is pushing to be forwarded directly to the IRS. To build a social score system for how and where you will be able to spend your funds or get access to locations or services, and for big gov to spy on every penny spent, a structure must first be built. I quickly looked for the 3rd party disclaimer to see who was organizing my personal financial data, and found “account aggregation services are provided by Yodlee, our third-party vendor. Data is obtained by Yodlee or manually entered.” I then went to the section that allegedly allows you to limit data that is shared, only limiting Yodlee wasn’t an option. I called my bank and asked when the contract began and I was told in 2017. I asked what else Yodlee was involved with in my bank account, aside from this new category aggregation, and was informed that they couldn’t find anything. I asked if they were selling my data, and the man didn’t know. I requested it be removed and was told they cannot do that. I stated I was going to close my accounts if they cannot do this and wished to speak with a manager. I was told I would receive a call. I never did, and you can bet your bottom dollar, I moved my funds.
Read it all at this SOURCE
The globalist elite are calling for the “equivalent of a coronavirus-pandemic-scale lockdown once every two years” to tackle climate change.
“Under a “climate lockdown,” governments would limit private-vehicle use, ban consumption of red meat, and impose extreme energy-saving measures, while fossil-fuel companies would have to stop drilling,” according to various reports
“As COVID-19 spread earlier this year, governments introduced lockdowns in order to prevent a public-health emergency from spinning out of control. In the near future, the world may need to resort to lockdowns again – this time to tackle a climate emergency,” wrote Mariana Mazzucato, a professor in the Economics of Innovation and Public Value at University College London and the author of Mission Economy: A Moonshot Guide to Changing Capitalism, in October 2020.
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Authorities in California’s agricultural heartland weren’t looking for a military assault rifle when they went to investigate the domestic assault case, but they found one. It was in the garage of a Spanish-tiled home in Fresno that police stumbled upon the AK-74. Its distinctively banana-shaped magazine — loaded with 20 rounds — was in a nearby storage container.
They didn’t want to turn her on but they did. I never want to turn her on but I do. After they had turned her on for awhile they grew tired of listening to her. After listening to her for even ten seconds I’m enraged by her. Somewhere along the long road to their duck hunting camp they named her “The Bitch” and turned her off. At random points on any road I drive I want to throw “The Bitch” out the window and run over her until she’s nothing but a flat black splotch on the asphalt.
“The Bitch” has her uses. She’s helped me find my way to unknown destinations and out of places where I’m hopelessly lost. It doesn’t matter. I hate the very thought of her. She’s the worst nag since Eve made Adam slap on the fig leaf and remarked on how small it was. She’s Lilith and Delilah and the “What–ever Girl.” She’s the most passive-aggressive talker since the last speech by Barack Obama. She’s “The Bitch.”
It’s not what “The Bitch” does and doesn’t do but the voice of “The Bitch” that instantly sets my teeth on fire. It’s so pale and distantly grating that it draws me into a conversation even though I’ve got nothing to say to “The Bitch” and she isn’t listening.
“In sixth tenths of a mile, turn right on Mac Graw Av-en-you.”
“In two tenths of a mile turn right on Mac Graw Av-en-you.”
“I said I’ve got it.”
“Turn right on Mac Graw Av-en-you.”
“Shut up. Just SHUT UP! I GOT IT. I GOT IT! Here, just to show you I’ll turn LEFT on ‘Mac Graw Av-en-you,’ bitch.”
And I turn left just to spite her and get about ten yards up the street when I hear her say the one thing that makes me want to strangle her with her charging cord:
Recalculating? Shit. Here it comes….
“In two tenths of a mile turn left on Harper and then turn left to Queen Anne Av-en-you… In sixth tenths of a mile, turn right on Mac Graw Av-en-you….”
Nag, nag, nag…. Short of pulling the plug nothing, but nothing, will shut “The Bitch” up. I don’t know what sort of market research came up with the voice of “The Bitch” as the optimum voice for a GPS unit, but I suspect knew what they were doing all along. They were looking for the optimum voice that would drive men out of their minds. And they succeeded. Sadists.
For added insanity, try handing the bitch to a woman who’s driving with you and have her tell you what “The Bitch” is saying at the same time “The Bitch” is saying it. No jury of 12 men would convict.
And don’t tell me to reset “The Bitch” to that English Accent choice. She’s just bitchier with the bright tang of British smarm smeared on top. She’s “The Brit Bitch.”
I hate “The Bitch.” I hate her every time I hear her say “Re-cal-que-lating….” I’ve been known to set her destination to “Home,” and then get on the freeway and drive fifty miles in the other direction… just to hear her ever more passive-aggressive and faintly irritated plaint of “Re-cal-que-lating….” every time I pass an off-ramp.
She’s “The Bitch” now and forever. No other female voice can even hope to come close to her voice. It is seared, SEARED, into my memory.
One of these days I’m going to take a very long drive into the heart of Death Valley and dump her. I’d do it today if I didn’t need her so much.