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New Law Requires You To Listen To Greta Thunberg Lecture Before Purchasing Gasoline

October 7th, 2019
U.S.—A series of new bills working their way through state legislatures in New York, California, Oregon, Hawaii, and several other progressive states will require you to listen to a Greta Thunberg lecture before purchasing gasoline.

Motorists will be required to watch a 20-minute lecture by the 16-year-old climate activist before they purchase gallons and gallons of harmful fossil fuels.

"We want to make sure drivers are informed," said California Governor Gavin Newsom, who says he will sign the bill into law. "So we are having them get lectured by a 16-year-old so they will have all the facts before they do something rash like put gasoline in their cars to go to work."

Once the driver has listened to Thunberg's entire lecture, they will be prompted to complete a quick, fifteen-question quiz to show they understand how horrible they are for driving a car. Drivers who get at least 80% will then be allowed to refuel their vehicles. As they refuel, the screen will simply play a clip of Thunberg saying, "How dare you!" over and over again.

The law will not apply to celebrities purchasing jet fuel.

In the Army its called a sit-Rep; the Navy, a big [ family ] wave
...at Notre Dame, a Hail Mary // army HAL 9
but in Fresno, we call it ball point radio ....
14. Neon Bible / arcade fire
-13. Halcyon digital / deer hunter
01. Sound of Silver / LCD soundsystem
..... K ilowatt ) ) ..... 23. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot / wilco
. E cho ...................-2. Funeral / arc. fire
.. X ray... ) ) ....... 21. writers block / pB & J
.. P o P ... Seattle WA
................ pop Quiz. } Radio is to skynet as sand / silica
is to_________ ? ... a] ok computer .. b] fresno raisins.... c] French frys....d] NFL 1/2 time
...........................................e] all the above
49. Dear Science / TV on the Radio
03. Doolittle / pixies
52. Lost in the Dream / War on drugs
..... The codified laws combine to speak for the sovereign power. And all constitute
but a singular statute. - WESTLAW, Educ. Code CA
....... XL. DESCENDING LIKE VULTURES / ROGUE WAVE
1740. WASHING................. XX. Passover / black angels
5892. TOWN.........................IX. You in Reverse / built to spill
----------------- .........................XI. born again / black Sabbath
7632. (2). flaming ruin
....... tongue of fire

It was my birthday in March, it’s now nearly September and the three cards I received are still standing on my windowsill. On another windowsill, I have five filing boxes for storing bank statements, utility bills and such like. Next to the boxes is a pile of paper yet waiting to be filed away in the boxes. I sometimes sit for ages wishing I would get a duster and remove the dull grey coating that covers all my furniture, and I just can’t understand why I am prepared to waste ten minutes gazing at the crumbs under my table, yet begrudge spending a few seconds to get rid of them.

I hate clutter, which makes my tendency to create it both frustrating and puzzling. I might finish a jar of marmalade and rather than just throw the empty jar away, think, ah! that could come in handy for something, so I put it on top of the cupboard, next to the empty margarine carton. Then, one day, I will sit for ten minutes staring at the top of my cupboard thinking, hmm, I could put that lot in a plastic bag, take it out to the bin and be back in my chair -looking at nice, empty space on top of my cupboard- in less than two minutes. And, in deed, that is true; I could.

I don’t like doing housework, it’s as simple as that. Yes, I know lots of people don’t like housework yet still get on and do it, but knowing that is not enough to motivate me to do it. There are so many other things I would rather be doing, and that I would be doing if I could be bothered. But the thing is, I am bothered; this sorry state of affairs bothers me very much.

Anyway, enough is enough -I thought- so I finally did something about it; I wrote it all down, and here it is. I feel much better now. Although while I was writing I couldn’t help noticing the state of my keyboard, it’s a disgrace.

GUARANTEED!
Three guarantors of human extinction, and perhaps that of life on Earth...

Acknowledged -
Some of the info cited by the presenter (Mike Ruppert) is blatantly incorrect - notably the human population figures for the dates given.

There.
I've acknowledged it, so y'all needn't bring it up to quibble about details...
Talking about everything except what's really going on, as Ruppert says.
"... I'm ready to strangle any person who starts a sentence with, 'we could...'"

His 3 main points are difficult to ignore.

I don't know what to blog about.

There are 3 more Star Trek TV shows coming. Piccard is supposed to be the next one. About the man's adventures after he retires from Star Fleet. Star Trek Discovery, Season 3 after Piccard season 1 ends. Then Section 31 will get it's own series (Yay! Section 31 is so cool, time traveling assassins or medlers. The dark side of maintaining an Empire or a Federation.) All 3 are filming now. Also coming are 'Short Treks' Little one hour stand alone episodes about life in the Federation. Tribbles are coming back. AND carnivorous Tribbles you really don't want breeding on your star ship.

I have / had an acquaintance of 25 years. A guy named Ricky. In the mid 1990s I acquired some rental townhouses in the nearby town and joined their HOA and somehow soon became the President. Ricky's mom owned one of the townhouses in the development. She died and then Ricky owned it. He was a poly abusing drunk. Heroin, cocaine, meth, etc. I received complaints about him at least once a month. Noise, sleeping nude on the porch, excessive traffic coming and going, all the fun stuff. Plus frequent lateness regarding quarterly assessments. I had to deal with him a lot. Poor Ricky couldn't hold a job so when sober he did odd jobs. Mowing for neighbors, tree cutting, roofing repairs, clearing stopped up toilets for folks who would rather pay Ricky a few gallons of gasoline than hire a licensed plumber, etc. Most of it in the community. Ricky spent a lot of his Sundays in the local jail for being drunk in public on Saturdays, etc. His wife found someone sober and departed with his kid. Eventually someone got him into a program. It took a decade but Ricky eventually dried out and changed his ways. There was a lumber company and they hired him a lot to fell big trees on a property they had in Maryland. Also a local privately owned recreational park had him on their staff part time, picking up trash, directing visitors, collecting gate fees, etc. Small town and we had acquaintances and friends in common. When Ricky had gotten straight and I was no longer an HOA member (having sold those properties after my wife deceased) I ran into Ricky a few times on social occasions. I won't say we were good friends, but we were friendly. He was actually a nice guy and a lot of folks liked him. Two weeks ago after cutting down some large poplars they were stacked for shipping. While everyone was waiting for the crane to arrive Ricky decided to trim the branches sticking out from one of them. He had almost 40 years of experience. He warned the rest of the crew to stay back in case the logs rolled. Then he started cutting. A witness told me suddenly something moved and they yelled to Ricky but at first he couldn't hear them over the saw noise. Then he must have noticed it too because he turned to run, then turned back to pick up the saw before starting away. Then he stumbled and 3 16,000 pound logs rolled over him and death was virtually instantaneous. John told me, if he hadn't gone back for the saw I think he would have made it.
We held the memorial last Saturday. Cremated of course. John described him as looking like a tree frog someone had stomped with a boot. Ugh. Definitely nothing for an open coffin. There was no Workmen's Compensation payment because poor Ricky was a 1099 contract employee. The lumber company paid for Ricky's body to be transported down from the Baltimore ME office and the cremation and also the service as his now grown son has his own issues and no money for such things. About 200 people attended the half hour service (yes, me too). We did a small collection for the son. Some folks I knew, some I didn't. Ricky was the common thread. He had no Internet presence, so the photos for the service were kind of few, maybe 5 or 6 covering 30 years. I stood there looking at the little wooden box containing his ashes and wondered about our place in life.

.. Society today, enjoys the benefit of a long list of useful innovations which were at first wholly military.
And // DNA } is even indebted to war ........ [ paper 70 sec. 2, the Urantia
for the Dance-- which was a primitive military drill.
.. 1. Imposes discipline; fosters competitive Co Operation.
2. Puts a premium on fortitude.
3. Solidifies Nationalism..................... the National Anthem / radiohead
4. Destroys the weak & UN fit............. its over now / 112 ) ) pop songs of 2000
5. Dissolves the illusion of ............. dress sexy at my funeral / smog
... 'Equality' and selectively stratifies society.
VI. War is very co$tly. Which is Y the Central banker is lord Business.
vii. Advances in medical arts; sanitation & "Christian" burial.
... ...20. Superman / 5 for Fighting
..................-09. kryptonite / 3 doors down ) 00 ball point radio alert
...................11. bye bye bye / NSYNC
Now, it is time for the big Eagle to speak with US regarding Church Admin.
".. I remind you, the demon that has driven so much darkness since the dawn of human history has not yet.. been expunged from the human soul.."- Bill Clinton, Pierre Hotel NY , 9-11-2000.
... Encore * * songs of 2000 ***
.. x. groovejet / spiller.......................... 101. Leanover / life without buildings
.. y. B.O.B*/ outkast .............................-90. music is my radar / blur
.. z. NEW ORDER / Bjork ............... 11. Facts of Life / black box recorder
$ $ % $ $ $ $ ( muy ) S$%
* bombs over Baghdad

All our talk was peppered with the “F” word in the schoolyard in my early teens. That’s just the way it was and seemed perfectly normal, but it never occurred to me that grownups also used that kind of language. After all, we weren’t allowed to use it in their presence, so obviously they disapproved of it. I still clearly remember being shocked the first time I inadvertently heard the word “fcuk” come from the mouth of an adult.

I’ve not been a prolific swearer since I left school. It doesn’t come as naturally to me as it does to some, and I sometimes have to deliberately increase my output to fit in with the company I am in. I don’t feel comfortable using bad language in the presence of women, and that is because when I was young, men tended not to. I certainly would never go further than a “bloody” in front of children, and only then if unavoidable.

Things are different these days, if there isn’t a fcuk in your sentence it is considered grammatically incorrect. Grandchildren are ordered back into the fcuking house before they have to be come and fcuking got by their grandparents quite regularly in some neighbourhoods.

I’m not condemning or complaining; it might not suit my sensibilities but I recognise that times change and the significance of things alters. The only thing I would say against the increased prevalence of extreme language is that it has tended to decrease its potency; the exclamation “BASTARD!” on, say, just missing your bus, or hitting your thumb with a hammer, is nowhere near as cathartic as it used to be.

On the morning of Saturday 7th September 2019, I arose at approximately 05:30. I prepared and ate breakfast, after which I attended to several domestic matters which needed my attention. At approximately 08:00. I left my residence at ..........ADDRESS REMOVED......... and drove directly to Tesco, Wath-Upon-Dearne to do my weekly shopping. The selection of avocados was particularly disappointing. On completion of my shopping, at approximately 09:30. I called at the on site fuel pumps to replenish my vehicle’s fuel tank, where I also purchased ten small cigars. I then proceeded directly home, arriving at approximately 10:00. Apart from taking a bag of rubbish out to the bin, at some time between 16:30 and 17:00, I remained inside for the rest of the day. I did nothing of significance for the remainder of the evening and retired to my bed at approximately 22:30, where I remained until approximately 05:30 the following morning. I do not possess a pair of binoculars, and neither have I possessed any since January 2015.

I'd like to thank Catfood uhh... Catfoot for mentioning me first in his blog. I've been here more than a year coming from a de-funked site. Amazing to me it brought on hatred from the regulars here long before they got to know us. Not that we (members collectively from another site) were similar. Obviously, you can see we are very different and each bring some flavor to the already flavorful site (I've not see women so b*tchy on other sites) so again thanks Cat and RED for accidentally (that was an accident, wasn't it RED?) calling you catfood. It made me laugh... all day to be exact.

Hoob... your description of 'slimy' crumpets is also stuck in my brain...
I guess I no longer want to try them.
As for Bagels... in my neighborhood, you can easily find a bagel shop on every other corner.
Smoked Salmon on a bagel... Mmmm....

"Well he killed 11 with a semi-automatic assault rifle so it's the right's fault!"

"Oh yeah? Well she killed 13 with a Tesla so it's the tree-hugging left's fault!

Does the weapon used make a political statement? The color, age, weight, height, s*xual orientation of the victims?

Is defending mass murder by disregarding intent and equating it with domestic accidents or natural disasters insane?


....are we becoming desensitized?