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I met Manchin back in 2007 or so, back when I was an active Democrat (of the anti-Bush, anti-war kind). It was at the Wisconsin State convention, and Manchin was governor or lieutenant governor of West Virginia, at the time, iirc. Imagine that--a Democrat with executive experience who did something crucial, 13 years later!
Manchin is a true politician in the best sense of the word. Edit: at the time, Manchin bored me, because he was no showy activist, like the new Vermont Senator, Sanders, whom I also saw speak numerous times in those days. NOW, Sanders bores me and Manchin is my quiet hero, even though I'm no longer a Democrat.
Not all political heroes are burning up Twitter, lol.
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He's certainly got high energy, although I disagree with Tarl that Trump is "probably coked up." I realize that Trump is a different person from his public persona, but, speaking as a medical person, I suspect that his hardest drug is a statin, or something, and his biggest vice is probably the Colonel's original recipe.
I know people like Trump, able to operate remarkably well on just a few hours' sleep. They're stoked on creativity--and the occasional dopamine high of whatever junk food is around.
Being able to get by with little sleep is a mutation that geneticists have already mapped. I had a relative just like that, and he was able to keep up a pretty Trumplike pace in his own career, which consisted of reporting, editing a paper, writing fiction and traveling all over the U.S. and Europe, giving stemwinders about a particular progressive cause. He also ran for governor at least once. His fuel wasn't any stronger than black coffee. Like Trump, he was a genuine teetotaller.
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Yeah, my husband, who is from Louisiana, noticed that, too. That was when the penny started to drop: "Could Trump be methodically eating Hillary's lunch, here?"
After that, it took Comet's July 5th summary judgment to let her off the hook that made me jump on the Trump Train. Still wasn't sure if he would win, but hopeful, especially when we went to a Wisconsin rally a week before the election and realized that his fairly serious, hopeful message and the huge, peaceful, happy throng there to see him were ridiculously at odds with what the media was saying about the Trump campaign.
Then there was election night. That New York Times probability meter steadily flopped over for Trump. A night to remember!
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@NathanJennings1222 I don't know how old you are, but 1) it wasn't nearly the problem it became until after the bank bailouts 10 years ago, when colleges REALLY turned into rackets, and 2) Have you ever looked into the John Birch Society? That was only the most visible face of the common man's suspicion of communists and "fellow travelers." Conservatives of Reagan's era were vocal about the Marxists in the professoriate. They got scorned as anti-intellectual because of critical theory's pervasiveness in America's intellectual cradles.
Edit to add: I matriculated into a Midwestern land grant college during Reagan's first term (And was naïve enough to vote for Mondale), and while our professors could tend toward the Left, I was in the foreign language department, and most of my professors were very capitalist. One was from Bulgaria. Another was actually a revolutionary lawyer in Castro's inner circle who was jailed and tortured after Castro seized power. His wife's family were Havana merchants who fled to Miami. Both of these Cubans would go off on harangues in fiery Cuban Spanish about what little shitheads their more left-leaning students were. The husband was especially loud, since his torturers had punctured his eardrums. I'll never forget these old professors.
Also, the rest of the campus dealing with business, nursing, science, pre-law and engineering were dominated by Reaganite voices in those days.
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@thedalillama I assume this is normal saline solution, USP (medical grade) much of which is hung as an intravenous fluid, packed in 10 mL Luer lock syringes for flushing lines, packaged in sterile jars, bottles, and ampoules for irrigating lines, catheters, wounds, etc. Facilities tear through that stuff like candy, especially hospitals. Tons of FDA regulations on it. And even if there is no actual shortage, I guess you'll need heavily regulated shippers to transport it.
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So sick of presidents and presidential candidates who flit from one job to the next in order to build a résumé for the presidency. Herbert Walker Bush was one such. Hillary another. It's so obvious what those empty [pant]suits were trying to do. Compare that to a president with a long résumé, but who actually was effective in his previous jobs. TR. Eisenhower. Nixon, Truman. Even Trump.
As an aside, I think one read on why people are so surprised at Trump's effectiveness is that we had become inured to career politician poseurs (John Edwards, John Kerry,) and heavily credentialed "experts" such as Herbert Hoover, Herbert Walker Bush, Al Gore, and so forth. None of whom ever got their fingers dirty except in carefully planned photo ops, really.
So, we thought Trump was a complete, ignorant lout, when in fact he was flexible, pragmatic, something of a generalist, and used to thinking like a systems engineer about all manner of definite, concrete, brick-and-mortar projects, all with a budget and deadline. All requiring some practical and nimble skills. So, so, so qualitatively different from the work of standard-issue statesmen in recent times.
What a marvelous thing to see---the lout showing up all the highly credentialed experts.
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I've eaten my share of fast food in the past, but never as a child. Mom worked hard to keep us in good food--dessert was a homemade pie a few times a year, otherwise, not even on a Sunday did we have dessert. No Kool-Aid, no sugary cereals, no white bread. This was back in the 1960s and 70s, before the health food craze. We were working class and a family of six, and Mom and Dad made every penny work twice, so what would have gone into convenience foods got spent starting and running several successful businesses, instead, and I was 17 before a cheap date took me to McDonald's, which I'd never been to. I ate French fries because everything looked gross, and my date horked down two cheeseburgers. He had orange cheese smeared all over his teeth. The good times, great taste of McDonald's.
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I've been a cubicle rat, too, and again, human horse blinkers sound like the ticket to me. There is always some "Michael Scott" in cubicle land-usually some female extrovert- who owns the room as soon as she enters it. You hear about her salad she made for lunch, the cute thing her kid said, the last dumbass thing that happened on Real Housewives, her menstrual period, her phone calls, and whatever she's looking at on FB.
What I really want is to point my Chief's Special at her and tell her to shut up, but what I can do about it usually involves ear buds and an mp3 playlist. If I have the luxury of not answering phone calls, that is.
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@MWcrazyhorse I think you're right. I've been a nurse a long time, and Biden looks like people who are less flexible mentally but not yet into dementia. "Cognitive impairment" is often a precursor to dementia, but also often just stays as cognitive impairment: limited fluid intelligence, more concrete thinking, increased word-finding trouble, trouble with calculations, exaggerated stress response, diminished ability to keep control.
Which still means he has no damn business seeking the presidency. My dad finally crossed over to dementia in his last few months, last year, and my sisters and I were at the neurologist with him. The neurologist said, "Almost half of all people have some dementia by 85, and this is exactly why we shouldn't be thinking of electing any presidential candidate nearing 80." Right in front of Dad! I guess the neurologist felt rather strongly about it.
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@TheWolfLord84 True, however, he makes the wise choice to not expose his loved ones to our scrutiny. At best, we are a tough crowd, at worst, we are nutters. Whatever happened, his content on American politics improved since the move. And he ate a tarantula, waved a saber, pulled a buck knife, and cradled his greens last night, which was better than covering the predictable Super Tuesday results.
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Same here. Styx is better than average at streaming, but streams themselves are usually bloated and diffuse. Styx' superpower is speaking fairly well on a single thesis for 10 minutes at a time, and people tune in for current events more than occult. Of course he's going to lose views with daily superchat marathons. A Styx superchat show is delicious, and so is a candy bar. But 7 in a row is much too much of each. It gets repetitive, sort of like a Trump rally. Typically I listen to just a few minutes of the upload, checking out the archived links rather than scrub through the dross.
Yes, I am amused by pixelplanet, but mostly by the artwork, not the game of Risk. I love how random it is. Here's the late Queen, and above her shoulder, a stack of pancakes. Oh, and in Antarctica, here's a guy crawling out of a giant asshole. And there's a box of Wheat Thins, SW of Biloxi. Lol.
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You can do it this way: from 20 feet away, focus both eyes on something small, such as a light switch plate. With both eyes open, outstretch your arm fully and hold your thumbtip over the plate. Close left eye. Is your thumb still covering the switchplate? Your right eye is dominant. Closing your right eye, then, your POV should paralax your thumb off to the right of the switchplate.
If, when you close your right eye, and your thumb stays over the plate, then your left eye is the dominant one.
I suppose you could do the very same thing at a pistol range using your iron sights over a faraway bullseye.
Turned out that my son shoot a long guns left-handed, but prefers his right hand for most tasks, and yes, his left eye is the dominant one.
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Trying REAL hard to care about Tumblr. Nevertheless, their touchy-feely catering behavior reminds me of Usenet 20 years ago, in some newsgroups, where <<safety>> issues and trigger warnings suddenly became necessary to keep the BPD flamers from emoting all over Every. Fucking. Thread.
Except the more careful people got about not wounding sensibilities, the more woundable and obnoxious people got.
Because it haz teh feeelz about foo.
Those newsgroups became embroiled in heterodyning feelings management. They were holding the Hypersensitivity Olympics and breaking and re breaking the record for hottest temper and finest whine.
That was in infertility newsgroups, heavily peopled by affluent, frustrated women. I learned something from that. I later started a moderated Yahoo group dealing with uterine anomalies, and it ballooned to 4,000 members. Almost no flame wars, thanks to the guidelines I came up with. People having trouble reproducing really do become emotional and superstitious, so I suggested that everybody be nice and warn if pregnancy or miscarriage would be mentioned in a post. BUT: if somebody forgot or didn't know to do a trigger warning, just pull up your big girl panties and be quiet. Or just get out.
The other guidelines were stuff like: we all have our beliefs, so try not to parade your own around like a Torah at a bat mitzvah. Also, spammers will be flushed down the bit toilet, and "We love YOU, but not your bullshit about Amway or Tupperware, so don't pull that out, either."
It worked well, since we didn't want to micromanage feelings, topics, or escalate or reward tantrums.
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Agree with you about the magnitude of Bush's skullduggery. However, I suspect his incoherence came out of stress, being left-handed, like his dad, and probably less than 100% agreement with his globalist masters. Yes, he was smarter than he looked, but he was being forced into a globalist mold and being told what to say, since about 5 minutes after he went public about his candidacy in 1999. I remember having a strong feeling that his election and administration was heavily orchestrated, with the complicity of the press. Worse than 41 or 42, whose campaigns I followed closely. I voted for Dukakis, Gore, then Kerry, by the way. Thinking back, I realize that they were basically the same load of crap, just with a different label.
Bush used a ton of stagecraft and propaganda, and he started 2 quagmires, and those new things made him far, far worse than our other 3 left-handed* globalist presidents: 41, 42, and 44.
* Yeah, all presidents between 1989 and 2017 were southpaws, which, by neurological standards, indicates "minimal brain damage".
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@illex759 I used to help my husband, a foreign language teacher, choose textbooks, back in the 1980s. He was asked to replace the set he used that had been published in the early 1970s. We pored over 4 sets, and had to choose the least worst books, which took 2 years' worth of old material and stretched it into 4 years. I referred to them as "McTexts", because they were colorful with illustrations and sidebars. Otherwise they were a dog's breakfast, all of them, having, for the most part, thrown grammar out the window. Sad, sad thing, how every single textbook had dumbed itself down!
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I usually figure whoever the president happened to be after WWII, they've been strongarmed by the Derp State and other interests to one degree or another, but a couple of them have really made me wonder about a Manchurian candidate type of long-term preparation. Not as ominous as in the movie . . . just that some of them have been "discovered" while young, selected, then groomed. Not to someday be president and hand over the keys to the commies, but rather, to become president and be an empty suit for the guys who really feel entitled to run things.
I mean, why did John Kerry become prominent in the hearings after he came home from Viet Nam? He remained in the public eye after that, but more or less as a cipher and a bit of a himbo, marrying the rich ketchup & beans widow.
Why did Hillary Rodham get a spread in Life magazine for her vapid speech upon being graduated from Wellesly?
And Obama may be the most perplexing "chosen nobody" of them all. Why does a person write a memoir in his 20s? Moreover, one he dragged his feet past deadline on. There is speculation that his agent or publisher sent a ghostwriter to light a fire under him . . . I forget who it was thought to be. The same people noted that the prose in the memoir was a bit better than Obama's usual. Even after law school, he sometimes still didn't bother to make subject and verb agree.
Later on he was a . . . community organizer? What is that? A pared-down, codified version of MLK? A civil rights technician? Huh?
Why did he dump an Asian woman he loved, saying his political future required that he marry a black wife? He was in college . . .
Then there was his "constitutional scholar" gig. In his case, that meant a spot as an adjunct professor. My husband moonlighted as one of those, and didn't really think of himself as a "scholar." His day job was rocket test stand engineer at NASA . . . at the university as an adjunct professor, he was a grunt who enjoyed teaching electrical engineering to large classes of freshmen and sophomores for about $2,500 per semester.
Then there was the Illinois State Senate and U.S. Senate, where there was never more timid a cipher than Barack Obama, mugwump extraordinaire.
Who gave this charmed cipher the 2004 DNC keynote, of all plum speeches? How had Obama stood out in any way, up until that point?
I voted for him in my Dem days, saw him speak, and was a regular diarist at Daily Kos when Sen. Obama made his first post to that blog. People fawned, but Obama's blog post was an arid, noncommittal pontification on the upcoming confirmation of Chief Justice Roberts.
Then, his presidency. Took me less than 3 months to decide that he was a hopeless follower.
Whom was he following? Whose attractive puppet was he? I still don't really know. But what I do know is that Barack Obama is the purest representation I know of a "post turtle".
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If she really has Parkinson's, MS or some other neurological disorder, she may well have burst of anger and other situationally inappropriate emotions, as she often displays. Not unlike a brain tumor's effect on behavior.
If you've read Amy Chozick's campaign memoir, you know that she really does like a cocktail or three. Plus all that Chardonnay she cops to on the interview circuit. At age 70, you really don't have to be an out and out drunk for daily alcohol consumption to affect your executive function. At seventy, in fact, you can be on a couple of medications and get a cold or a bladder infection and be tipped over into delirium very easily.
And Hillary is on daily warfarin to thin her blood, not to mention the thrombophilia that necessitated the anticoagulant in the first place. Both bleeding and clotting too easily puts her at greater risk of multi-infarct and hemorrhagic types of cognitive impairment.
Brain tumor or no brain tumor, her health status is "money pit with a limited functional horizon," just about any way you look at it.
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@asparrow9876 Clearly, you need to learn how to detach and compartmentalize. Remember, most news is just overblown gossip, and, even with dollars and a vote, there's very little you can truly influence. So get your house in order, and by all means, keep your finger on the world's pulse. But exercise discrimination. Use the news in your own self-interest, and don't bother letting your heart bleed for things that cannot be helped.
Edited to add: Ima Carrot, on the other hand, really should concern himself with the malfeasance of the traitors, skinny jeans people, retards, and Upper Class Twits of the Year currently shitting up the world. I'd like to give him a bunch of my extra guns and throw in some tannerite. ;-)
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Lucid dreams are fun, and listening to yours was entertaining. Bad news, though: after your thirties are done, so is a lot of your stage 4 sleep. Once I had a baby, at age 37, suddenly I was a light sleeper, capable of feeling refreshed after 2 2-hour chunks of sleep. Not sure how much of that was age and how much was maternal hormones. At any rate, a quiet hour of wakefulness in the middle of the night has been my "new normal" for about 15 years. I'm not sure man was meant to get 8 straight hours of sleep; that might be an artifact of the industrial age.
Also never been able to walk very well in dreams. And while I can't conjure up exact visual detail in my conscious mind's eye, when I'm dreaming or even falling asleep, I see and can study everything in sharp, granular detail, as if I've become a genuine camera.
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So, did we mention Kerry's recent freelancing in Iran? How has he been able to get away with that?
Flashback: I once had John Kerry on my lap.
I was at a Democratic rally in July of 2004--for Kerry, the day before he picked groupie-banging John Edwards as his running mate. I was sitting on a big bale of hay, breastfeeding my baby, and Dave Obey climbs up and over my legs on his way to play with the band. Before I could even react, somebody is pulling John Kerry over, too. Crawling right over my lap--and me with a breast out. Bony old fellow.
I decided to get out of there, and my last impression of Kerry was of him standing on a hay wagon, pretending to play rhythm guitar to "This Land is Your Land," and looking like a big, craggy dork.
I don't have any excuse for going to his rally, except that I could never bring myself to vote for Dubya Bush.
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Hmm. Just been checking the back catalogue after a couple of years' of sporadic listening about current events. This video made me laugh in recognition, numerous times. I'm at least 2 decades older, and female, and my son is almost 2 decades younger, but our school trajectories seem very similar to that of Styx, thanks to "raging ADHD" and precocity.
My son and I therefore also had close brushes with "the SPED shed" (literally a bunch of separate barracks at my Milwaukee school in the 1970s). We were bored and on strike as students, as well as disruptive and even subversive. I drew little SF icons of what I called "bug-eyed monsters," which were in demand by my fellow 10 y.o. classmates. The boy classmates, anyhow. My kid was fascinated with the mechanics/physics of automobile collisions, and would endlessly sketch crumpled cars, make stop-action videos of matchbox car crashes, etc., horrifying his teachers. Cel Damage was his first video game, then Minecraft . . . I am too old for video games other than the kind that separated me from quarters, but back in 1980, in the first computer class my HS offered, I became obsessed with programming graphics routines in BASIC on computers so primitive, they had tape drives and were powered by kerosene, I think.
My son, at 15, still has a penchant for wearing military garb (Mussolini, not Hitler) and really stupid costumes. Got him in trouble at school, and I may grouse at him yet, if he comes home from school with a Magic Marker moustache on his lip. Then there's the sophisticated, inappropriate-for-school humor. But anyway . . .
Between my son and me, we have Styx' other oddities covered, too. The streetlight thing happens to me not every day, but every week, and it has made me wonder, at times.
Came to ride bike late, at age 10, but that probably had more to do with being the youngest child in a not-affluent family. Finally grew into my sister's Triumph at 10. My considered opinion is that a reasonably coordinated adult unable to ride bike is probably just over-thinking the matter.
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She probably has fantasies of being carried into the Milwaukee DNC convention on a litter borne by James Comey, Donna Brazile, Bill, Bernie, Obama, etc., etc., and then anointed, coronated and holding court draped in an ermine-trimmed robe, while the superdelegates perform a song & dance number based on "Hello, Dolly!" while Lena Dunham and Beyoncé suck her toes.
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I have long assumed that Trump wants to know the mind and the ways of Establishment creatures, so he co-opts them. Trump haters portray him as wanting only yes men, but I suspect just the opposite. Like another first-time leader before him, FDR, he knows that you need to coöpt your adversary, to some degree.
And giving cabinet posts to potential challengers and also-rans is a way to make them "take the veil" and leave the spotlight, ostensibly to serve the victor.
E.g., Obama pretty much neutralized Hillary by employing her. And by most accounts, he did everything he could to use other diplomats rather than give Hillary something real to do. As Dick Morris notes, as an ex-Sec'y. of State, Hillary has zip to do with foreign policy. No consulting, no papers in journals, no speeches on pure foreign policy, and no turns on the Sunday shows to discuss diplomacy.
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@Raskolnikov70 Perceptive comment! I live east of the St. Croix, and stores developed here much as you said. I miss real department stores and try to avoid big box places, but sometimes it's unavoidable. I've come to frequent Kwik Trips more than I should, telling myself, "Well, they're local," but then again, so is @#$% Menard's, and it is pretty soulless and pricey, and putting mom & pop shops out of business, too.
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