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US highway robbery: Highway robbery in SF- caught on camera TeslaCam
Just another day in Nancy’s utopia of San Francisco.
online today!
What has changed?
Nothing much so far.
Females are still giving birth, people are still living and dying.
The only new factor will be that about 90% of the globes population with be receiving a dose of 'who knows what' in the coming years.
Will things start to change then?
All I know is that today is a beautiful day.
Females are still giving birth, people are still living and dying.
The only new factor will be that about 90% of the globes population with be receiving a dose of 'who knows what' in the coming years.
Will things start to change then?
All I know is that today is a beautiful day.
Funeral Homes in Los Angeles are overwhelmed.
This woman has a long running Youtube channel discussing in, in a funny manner, lots of topics related to death and the treatment of dead bodies, as she is a professional Mortician.
Here she talks about what its been like for her in the last few months of the Pandemic. Mainly, however, she talks about the overcrowding in Mortuaries, and what the Goverment has NOT done to help out, not just her and others in her business, but families trying to care for their dead.
Here she talks about what its been like for her in the last few months of the Pandemic. Mainly, however, she talks about the overcrowding in Mortuaries, and what the Goverment has NOT done to help out, not just her and others in her business, but families trying to care for their dead.
Blocking People
Who knows how to block certain members from their blog or erase posts. I don’t mind that people say their opinion but to insult people is not only unnecessary but childish. And I find that trying to get your opinion across by insulting people tells me that you’re not very smart or wise. It’s not even saying your opinion, it’s like you took me back to when you were in fifth grade. I don’t want to hear it or relive your childhood with you. I’m sorry your life isn’t fulfilling that you feel the need to do that but I got my own problems. I don’t need to deal with you. I only want people that can get their opinions across in an adult like manner on my blogs. So I’m not beyond blocking you.
What it was like to work for a "World-Renowned Moron"
From Vanity Fair;
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In response to:
Anthony Fauci Explains What It Was Like Working for a World-Renowned Moron
It wasn’t great !
By Bess Levin
January 25, 2021
hen Donald Trump finally left the White House on January 20, the world heaved a collective sigh of relief the likes of which had not been heard since May 8, 1945, i.e. the day Hitler’s reign of terror on Europe officially came to an end. One sigh that very likely rattled the windows and caused the medical textbooks to fall off of his shelves was that of Dr. Anthony Fauci, who spent the last year trying to stop a deadly virus while working for a guy who insisted things were getting better as they got worse and who preferred to take the advice of the MyPillow Guy over health experts. So you’ll have to forgive the doctor if he’s not done celebrating never having to work for Trump again and/or if he petitions Congress to make the last day he ever had to see or hear from the guy a national holiday.
On the most recent stop of the Fauci Unplugged Tour, the infectious disease expert detailed to The New York Times what it was like dealing with a colossal idiot who wanted doctors to look into injecting household cleaners into COVID-19 patients. According to Fauci, he first realized things were going off the rails during “the rapid escalation of cases in the northeastern part of the country.” He would try to explain just how bad things were and Trump, probably looking up from his phone where he was typing out incomprehensible tweets about the coronavirus being a Democratic hoax, would respond “Well, it’s not that bad, right?” To which Fauci, as though he was speaking to a small child would have to say “Yes, it is that bad,” which of course didn’t make a difference anyway because Trump barely listened to him or anyone else telling him anything he didn’t want to hear. Sayeth Fauci:
…the other thing that made me really concerned was, it was clear that he was getting input from people who were calling him up, I don’t know who, people he knew from business, saying, “Hey, I heard about this drug, isn’t it great?” or, “Boy, this convalescent plasma is really phenomenal.” And I would try to, you know, calmly explain that you find out if something works by doing an appropriate clinical trial; you get the information, you give it a peer review. And he’d say, “Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, this stuff really works.”
He would take just as seriously their opinion—based on no data, just anecdote—that something might really be important. It wasn’t just hydroxychloroquine, it was a variety of alternative-medicine-type approaches. It was always, “A guy called me up, a friend of mine from blah, blah, blah.” That’s when my anxiety started to escalate.
Yes, in the midst of a once-in-a-generation health crisis killing thousands of people a day, Trump was relying on the advice of a random group of yahoos the White House switchboard operators had express instructions to put through to him, people whose background in epidemiology we can only assume ranked somewhere between that of Mike Lindell and Jared Kushner. So you can probably understand why Fauci was feeling a bit stressed. Not to mention, the harassment of his family and death threats from the president’s followers, who were presumably worked up about Fauci’s insistence on deferring to facts: ....
Anthony Fauci Explains What It Was Like Working for a World-Renowned Moron
It wasn’t great !
By Bess Levin
January 25, 2021
hen Donald Trump finally left the White House on January 20, the world heaved a collective sigh of relief the likes of which had not been heard since May 8, 1945, i.e. the day Hitler’s reign of terror on Europe officially came to an end. One sigh that very likely rattled the windows and caused the medical textbooks to fall off of his shelves was that of Dr. Anthony Fauci, who spent the last year trying to stop a deadly virus while working for a guy who insisted things were getting better as they got worse and who preferred to take the advice of the MyPillow Guy over health experts. So you’ll have to forgive the doctor if he’s not done celebrating never having to work for Trump again and/or if he petitions Congress to make the last day he ever had to see or hear from the guy a national holiday.
On the most recent stop of the Fauci Unplugged Tour, the infectious disease expert detailed to The New York Times what it was like dealing with a colossal idiot who wanted doctors to look into injecting household cleaners into COVID-19 patients. According to Fauci, he first realized things were going off the rails during “the rapid escalation of cases in the northeastern part of the country.” He would try to explain just how bad things were and Trump, probably looking up from his phone where he was typing out incomprehensible tweets about the coronavirus being a Democratic hoax, would respond “Well, it’s not that bad, right?” To which Fauci, as though he was speaking to a small child would have to say “Yes, it is that bad,” which of course didn’t make a difference anyway because Trump barely listened to him or anyone else telling him anything he didn’t want to hear. Sayeth Fauci:
…the other thing that made me really concerned was, it was clear that he was getting input from people who were calling him up, I don’t know who, people he knew from business, saying, “Hey, I heard about this drug, isn’t it great?” or, “Boy, this convalescent plasma is really phenomenal.” And I would try to, you know, calmly explain that you find out if something works by doing an appropriate clinical trial; you get the information, you give it a peer review. And he’d say, “Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, this stuff really works.”
He would take just as seriously their opinion—based on no data, just anecdote—that something might really be important. It wasn’t just hydroxychloroquine, it was a variety of alternative-medicine-type approaches. It was always, “A guy called me up, a friend of mine from blah, blah, blah.” That’s when my anxiety started to escalate.
Yes, in the midst of a once-in-a-generation health crisis killing thousands of people a day, Trump was relying on the advice of a random group of yahoos the White House switchboard operators had express instructions to put through to him, people whose background in epidemiology we can only assume ranked somewhere between that of Mike Lindell and Jared Kushner. So you can probably understand why Fauci was feeling a bit stressed. Not to mention, the harassment of his family and death threats from the president’s followers, who were presumably worked up about Fauci’s insistence on deferring to facts: ....
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The Missing Mirror
It's been months since I used the public toilet beside that train station. It has 2 toilet cubicles with western style toilets and 2 wash basins with a set of rectangular mirrors. But if possible I try to evade using it since most of the time, there's an annoying amount of liter like cigarette butts and ash , candy wrappers and all sorts of wrappers. What a pity because it is relatively new and there's always an abundant supply of toilet paper. Things that I wish my home country has. So when I used it early this week, I was surprised that the 2 rectangular mirrors are gone. Not sure if someone stole them or that the amenity group maintaining those toilets got fed up with clogged inlet since most young women spend time in front of the mirror grooming themselves without disposing properly hair strands inside the wash basin. Somehow I miss those mirrors since I get to admire myself at least twice a day. Now, how could I do such act of humility without those mirrors? Another fault of covid!
If
If BY RUDYARD KIPLING
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.
Al Gore Commemorates Earth Day By Using Private Jet To Write 'Save The Planet' In The Sky
U.S.—In a gesture meant to call people to action on climate change and the environment, Al Gore took to the skies in a private jet to write "Save the Planet" in the sky, sources confirmed Monday.
Gore flew from coast to coast and wrote the message in the sky above dozens of metropolitan areas in a courageous move to ask people to stop burning jet fuels, gasoline, and other carbon-emitting products.
"I just want to call everybody else---not me, of course, but the rest of the country---to take action before it's too late," Gore said of the message he wrote in the sky above the nation. "And the best way to do that is with a big message in the sky in this luxury jet."
"Hello, commoners!" an excited Gore said as he waved at the window at all the tiny people he condemns for flying commercial once in a while and running their air conditioners when it gets really hot.
At publishing time, Gore had confirmed he was having a new mansion built---one that spells out "Save the earth!" when viewed from the sky.
Gore flew from coast to coast and wrote the message in the sky above dozens of metropolitan areas in a courageous move to ask people to stop burning jet fuels, gasoline, and other carbon-emitting products.
"I just want to call everybody else---not me, of course, but the rest of the country---to take action before it's too late," Gore said of the message he wrote in the sky above the nation. "And the best way to do that is with a big message in the sky in this luxury jet."
"Hello, commoners!" an excited Gore said as he waved at the window at all the tiny people he condemns for flying commercial once in a while and running their air conditioners when it gets really hot.
At publishing time, Gore had confirmed he was having a new mansion built---one that spells out "Save the earth!" when viewed from the sky.
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