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I am writing this to the sound of the karaoke version of Bat Out Of Hell blasting through the estate that I live on. Just across the road is a man with a microphone, standing right outside his front door. He is even doing the chat between songs. There are two or three people standing around looking at him. I daresay he thinks he is performing a public service; entertaining folks in these trying times. I suppose he has a half decent voice, but even if he had a completely decent voice I would still rather he wasn't there. How ridiculous do things have to get before all this is over?

Our Governor will be extending our stay-at home directive until the end of May. He expects this to peak here in the next few weeks.

I miss grocery shopping. My son does it right now and while he understands checking out what is on sale, he sometimes brings home things I just don't understand. Too many over processed things such as pre-made
pre-formed mass produced meatloaf that you heat in a microwave. Ughh! I asked "why"? He said "'cause they looked cool". For what he paid, I could have made a meatloaf that was not only better for you and tasted better but would also be enough for leftovers. These 2 tiny plastic wrapped things had better taste good. I'm all for trying new things but I don't see the logic in this. I understand for a single person - ok maybe. There are 5 of us.
Time will tell. I think we're having them tonight.

I found a Yahoo link that is supporting live streams of music in the support to fight against COVIS-19 pandemic.
YouTube listed several streams as well:




No politics... there are plenty of blogs for that!

Are Being Rounded Up By The Covid Stadt Polizei And Herded Off To Concentration Camps!!

Konformität Macht Frei!!

I see the ocean going crackpot has lost his marbles altogether. Or is he just hoping that he can persuade us to lose ours.

We are living in very troubling times. We all know this because of the enlightening videos that numerous public spirited bloggers are constantly posting. I wouldn’t have known that God is thinking of incinerating us all in the near future because he is fed up with how we are carrying on. And who can blame him? I didn’t know about the millions of children that are being abducted and held captive in huge underground cities. I had no idea about all the Hollywood stars eating babies, at their satanic rituals. And what about the Chinese master plan to give all of us a very nasty cough so that they can take over the World? It just goes on and on, there seems no hope.

But wait, there could be someone who could put a stop to all this evil in the World. Just one man; a man who some even say God put among us to banish these evils. And who is that man? you cry. Well I’ll give you one fcuking guess.

I can remember, back in the 1970s, a very novel machine suddenly appeared in motorway services. It had a screen, and two knobs by which two short white lines could be induced to travel vertically up and down the left and right edges of the screen. It was the first computer game to be presented to the public, and could well have been called Ping, had they not called it Pong.

Not very long after that the game became available to buy, in the form of a little box that could be connected to a TV set. Oh, the thrill of being able to move -to your own your will- an image on your TV screen. Up till then television sets could only deliver passive amusement, but now we could be in control. What a feeling of power that was. Of course, you needed to have children in whose name you bought the game, but they rarely got anywhere near it.

Things moved on quite quickly during the subsequent years, and computer games became very sophisticated. I couldn’t keep away from Tomb Raider for a few months, although the driving force behind that was not so much a desire to get to the next level, but rather a compulsion to get lara Croft to do something -I finally had to concede- she was not designed to do. I wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone though; computer games were for kids.

How things have changed. I work with a man in his sixties who freely boasts about how many rampaging aliens he killed on the pervious night. There is a thriving market in adult computer games, and grownups are no longer ashamed or self conscious about playing them. Of course, they are not playing games -as a child might be described as doing- they are “gaming”. A designation the industry came up with to turn childish play into a legitimate adult activity. A rose by any other name.

I can remember the days when people who had telephones were a very exclusive set. Most ordinary folk wouldn’t have known how to go about having a telephone. Later, when the general population felt entitled to have a telephone if they wanted one badly enough, it was having two telephones that marked you out as being among the elite. No one owned their telephone; they could only rent it from the GPO (General Post Office).

In order to acquire a telephone within the foreseeable future, you had to have a damn good reason for wanting it. You had to be a doctor, or belong to some other profession that absolutely necessitated having one; everyone else went onto a waiting list. When your turn eventually came, however, you were granted the choice of having either an ivory or green one.

It was a serious offence to tamper with your telephone; punishable with a heavy fine, or even imprisonment. Once your phone had been installed, that is where it stayed. You couldn’t just plug it in wherever you wanted to, like you can today. Working class families who were brazen enough to apply for a telephone were often quite nervous about using it for anything other than the most justifiable of reasons, like a medical emergency, or their home being on fire.

It was Margaret Thatcher who changed everything; she took telephones away from the Post Office and let the free market have them. Now we can have a phone in every room and one in each pocket if we like, and we don’t have to ask for anyone’s permission. For those of us who grew up with how it used to be it felt like a very radical event when they freed up the telephone; a bit like the first time they let us see a pair of tits on the BBC.

The multitude of ladies scratching on my door at night have complained, " Where is it, anyway?" Normally they are talking about something else, but who's digressing now? The novel syndrome beckons .

Sir William Osler, initial supporter of the episiotomy (every husband's surgical friend), was a pioneer in his writings on Western medicine. But he is more remembered for his quips. One of my favorites is, paraphrased, "If the physician will simply listen quietly, unhurriedly, with interest, to the patient, the latter will almost always offer up the diagnosis, without further work." And so it is here, with the striking behavioral syndrome from which almost all liberals suffer.

Sure, most also have the much more etiologically specific Trump Derangement-Hilary Deficit Syndrome. But our research staff here at the Vierk Institute now recognize a more global diathesis. And the roots typically include various forms of (emotional) deprivation in youth, followed by self-loathing (often White) guilt, feelings of being somehow guiltily sneaky for any life successes, all leading to marked deficits, unconscious and otherwise, in self esteem.

And as usual, out of the mouths of babes. It was a (hottie---babes indeed) intern who noticed the behavioral components, and brought it to the attention (distraction) of your intrepid Director. Quothe, she,"The inappropriate over-use of sexism, racism and those terms ending in-phobia, often follow on the tail of hypocritical behaviors, all completely validly described by these pejorative terms themselves". "Could it be that these ueber liberals are getting some sort of secondary gain as such"?

Eurika! Right here on CS, my friends. We see liberal accusations of "sexism" on the part of others. But whence statements such as, "Monica Lewinsky was an adult", in a shameless attempt to justify her abuse by one of the criminal Clintons? Or, "You need to get back into the kitchen, rather than take part in thoughtful discussions" , in addressing one of our brilliant and artistic Pennsyltucky dreamboats. (both paraphrased). And all are delivered in treetop anger, often while signaling personal virtue. Even with legal threats, such as the use of the term "Libelous". So many more examples.

But it took the astute clinical/epidemiological eye of the director, who, for quite different reasons, has been known to toss out an off color term now and again,---to tie it all together. But first a walk for Bravo, and a little volunteer work at the local Soup Kitchen. Later alligators.

Overcompensation --for perceived lives of failure, and reaction formation--externalizing deep ego dystonic feelings-to others. Bingo. Like magic, smug feelings of superiority. And the stronger these feelings, the more hated become those onto whom these attributes are projected. TD-HDS will now be a subtype. But how about a name? Stay tuned. Wait, wait, ---don't tell me.

Got it. " Liberal Hate Speech Self Stroking Syndrome. " LH4S. Brilliant!. Naw, actually sort of crappy. Back to those hottie interns for Ideas, and,oh, so much more..

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