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Banned boy of business talk radio
"That's our boy. Put out the cheese." --Jason Robards. In: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BDxqhI9qDw— August 22, 2015 11:46 a.m.
Banned boy of business talk radio
My late cousin, when he was about five, was taken to church by his parents (it was the Great Depression, and they were trying anything--although his father was a bootlegger and doing pretty well). This kid did a lot of squirming (he would be diagnosed with ADHD today, and stuffed with drugs by the modern medical establishment) during the sermon. At one point he had had enough and yelled out "BULLSHIT" as loudly as he could. "That's my boy!" said my uncle, beaming with pride. They were not invited to join the church. Many years later, the Lord smote my cousin with cancer, as she/he did a friend of my a few days ago. My bootlegger uncle was smitten with a heart attack, and was dead by the time his face hit the ground at 95. The wages of sin . . . So skeptics beware!— August 22, 2015 11:11 a.m.
Banned boy of business talk radio
S'Trumps me . . .— August 21, 2015 10:51 a.m.
Banned boy of business talk radio
Continued . . . Politicians and their overpaid lackeys are masters at this game, and they know that they can almost always get away with anything because they can just wait their serfs out until they have to go home and take care of their kids, spray their lawn green, or the uncountable other insults that "flesh is heir to." For this reason (among others) do not cooperate. Go to the place where their "town hall" meetings and other traps are being conducted, and conduct your own. Don't take their measly two-minute bones, but BE DISCIPLINED. Make every word count, and don't become distracted. Don't make complex statements. Consider one question at a time. Get together with other citizens and let the spokesperson role rotate amongst the group. DO NOT RANT, but BE FIRM, IMMOVABLE. If you decide upon a strategy that includes "testimony" "before" the High Priests (as they see themselves), Make ONE statement, ask one question, and reserve the balance of your time, asking for an answer. If none is forthcoming, firmly, IN CONTROL OF YOURSELF, ask it again and again until your time is up. Then, the following speaker is set up to ask the same question again, again demanding an answer. Do not ask any other questions until that one is answered, or simply state "Let the record show that this question was not answered," and move on to other questions. Meanwhile, the bulk of your group is outside, explaining to the media what your gripes are. Enough for now . . .— August 21, 2015 10:18 a.m.
Banned boy of business talk radio
Utah is a beautiful state, and the people are very nice in casual encounters. I have, however, had one spooky experience there. While on a camping/exploration trip 'way out in the "outback," I encountered a deputy sheriff by the name of Jeffs. I can't put my finger on anything specific, but I did put on my best "country charm" face to ease his suspicions and he let me go on my way. Without my bs ability, however, things might have been different. One does feel, however, that one is "not in So Cal anymore." And the feeling of a kind of "Stepford Wives" pall is inescapable (npi). But perhaps it is my imagination working overtime. *IS* there any distinction between a religion and a cult? The mind works in mysterious ways. For example, is San Diego State University a cult? If not, why is its motto "Leadership starts here?" "Leadership" is inherent in authoritarianism. It is power over others. To the degree that I a subordinate, I am enslaved. The mind can be placed into a spooky kind of "neutral" by circumstances, by the environment in which it finds itself. This can be established by producing a lot of DISTRACTIONS. Noisy environments. Fear helps too. Divide your attention and you are controllable by outside forces. I know because this has happened to me. And I have been trained (by myself and others) to not allow distractions to divert my attention. Still, I was victimized. Koyaanisqatsi. If you haven't seen the film, do. Were I the president of UCSD, I would change the motto to something like "Anti-leadership starts here." Look at how deception works in government. Politicians of any stripe "know" that to survive in the deception game that is campaigning and controlling that challengers must be defined as OUTSIDERS by labeling their objections rude. And by never answering the question asked, but by "answering" a question that they insert in its place. Do not fall for this! Persist, persist, PERSIST! Never, never, NEVER GIVE UP! (Churchill or ?) Continued . . .— August 21, 2015 10:18 a.m.
City bites doggie daycare for $100K
I don't know whether you're being forced to suck up to the City or if you just think it would be a good idea to. I realize that you probably can't talk, but the author of the piece should independently investigate and get the story updated--that being a large part of the distinction between a journalist and a gossip. There's something that isn't in the light, and it needs to be.— August 20, 2015 6:19 p.m.
And the drug war droned on and on
Careful . . .— August 19, 2015 10:32 p.m.
Fletcher Hills gets fetchin' entryway
In all fairness, however, I must add that, after reviewing the location more thoroughly, I suspect that there is relatively little likelihood that anyone might get killed by running into the stone, because it is at a T intersection. I don't know what the speeds are along that stretch, but I will give the benefit of the doubt to those responsible in that regard. I do believe, however, that the bark or wood chips are not a good idea, as they will stimulate weed growth and require "refreshing" as part of the overall maintenance. It seems to me that using Poway conglomerate or similar large, rounded, heavy ancient river stones from the area all the way to the curb instead. When work is being done in the median, I hope there will be steps taken to minimize hazards to workers, such as coning off, say, four feet of the roadway during the work. Aesthetically, however, the stone propped up by a wooden device is pretty silly-looking. Maybe they tried other positions and it looked too much like a headstone? Still does, unfortunately.— August 19, 2015 10:28 p.m.
Fletcher Hills gets fetchin' entryway
What I'm getting at here is the kind of thinking that underlies how we get to decision points. This is a good example because it is small. Actually, this project is a giant leap forward, at least as far and good intentions and political reconciliation go. "Using" native plants, for example, an idea that has been around for at least a century, is finally getting a little respect. But we have not asked how far we have to go with what I call "integrated thinking." I forgot what Hyman Rickover called it--if he called it anything. It has been called other things, like "brainstorming," "THIN(K)," "zig-zag thinking," “Gestalt box thinking” and a few other terms that escape my mind right now. Those great idea-generators have been replaced by formulaic pat assumptions under the rubric of "best practices," (BPs) a now-popular concept conceived by lazy minds, for lazy minds. Assembling the widest possible array of alternatives under the concept of context and relevance flies in the face of BPs that freezes rather that frees good minds to swarm all over an issue, concept, or problem, and yanks the sheet off the mind-bound a$$holes who shun all other ideas except those clinging to their own hang-ups. We got to the moon through brainstorming, for example, and we wouldn’t have as nearly flawless a nuclear submarine navy as we do without Admiral Rickover’s insistence that ever staff work product contain minority reports. Surely, deciding what to do with a space between opposing lanes of traffic would benefit from consideration of as wide as possible a range of relevant alternatives according to each context (no standard specifications, please) as possible. My cynical side is telling me that someone probably had to fight pretty hard to get native plants and a drainage swale into the project. Let’s wait and see what kind of feedback we get and whether or not the wise folks in charge will do any kind of complete analysis to complete the loop rather than casting a single concept into BP concrete. In any case, we’ve filed a minority report right here, eh?— August 19, 2015 10:31 a.m.
Fletcher Hills gets fetchin' entryway
If medians are to be be decorated at all, relatively immovable objects like huge stones and big trees should be avoided, as they are hazardous to texters, drunks, other bad drivers and their vehicles. There should be no irrigation and the absolute minimum of maintenance requirement, which is possible with "scrub brush," which, with a properly designed and constructed water-harvesting swale, will reduce runoff and flooding by interception, metered flow, infiltration, and percolation. What Clarke prefers to refer to as "scrub brush" can actually be a pretty good option, especially when it grows just high enough to aid in water retention and is combined with locally-available cobbles or gravel can provide better aesthetics and even reduction in headlight glare and something crushable when cars "drift" into the median, possibly preventing them out of opposing lanes. The thing about "scrub brush" is that it has the ability to grow here without irrigation, thus saving water (not to mention the cost of meters, irrigation systems and maintenance) on the order of at least a million gallons per year per acre. There are at least a hundred different plants that many people insist in writing off as "scrub brush" (which doesn't actually mean anything), and many of them are not ugly. The near-zero need for maintenance means that exposure of crew exposure to injury and death also is minimized. Better yet, install barriers that keep cars out of opposing lanes entirely. Costly? Relative to what? What's a life or a severe injury worth? ###— August 18, 2015 9:43 p.m.