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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.

XR began in the UK last Fall to save Humankind from extinction by 2030.
They claim Drastic Action is required to raise awareness of the dire nature of the situation.

My take on it?
Inevitable Near Term Human Extinction (INTHE) is locked in & has been for some time.
XR looks like a collective display of the 1st three of the five stages in Kubler-Ross's dying process -
1) Denial
2) Anger
3) Bargaining

That's my take
Y'all's results may vary.

If anyone's interested in aligning with the organization, disregard the dates given in the vid - they pertain to last year.
XR is planning an international event for October 7 of '19 - Search It.

It's a futile waste of time & energy IMO - like railing against gravitation or rearranging deck furniture on the Titanic.
But if it'll make anyone Feeeel like you're actually accomplishing something - go for it & knock y'all's selves out

The Most Kissed Lips In History - And No One Will Ever Know Who She Is.

Every morning at 11:00 am. there is a heads of department meeting. Usually, the meetings are held in the manager’s office, but if something particularly important is to be discussed, or when someone from head office is present, they are held in the conference room next door. Both rooms have large windows on the walls facing the general office, so those not important enough to be in the meeting can witness it and be reminded of their lesser status. Nothing can be heard from outside, of course, so when trivial things are being talked about, no one knows.

The managers occasionally go on courses. When they return from their courses they usually want something to be done differently from the way it is presently being done. Their enthusiasm for the new way of doing things is meant to be contagious, but the staff seem to have immunity. Head office might consider sending the rest of the workforce on courses designed to lower their resistance to change.


Discussing very important things.

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.

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.

I bought a light bulb last October. It was an LED bulb and guaranteed to last 15 years. Well it expired on Friday night. I took it back to the store where I bought it from on Saturday morning, and the woman on customer service was clearly disorientated when I not only produced the receipt, but the original packaging also. It was obvious to me that that isn’t the way it usually happens.

Once a week, usually on Sunday morning, I hear the man in the flat above mine emptying what sounds like a sack full of empty bottles into his dustbin. I don’t know if they are what he has accumulated through the week, or just the spent containers of Saturday night’s consumption.
I think his son lives with him, so he may be responsible for some of the glass that goes into the bin, or all of it for all I know.

I don’t think my upstairs neighbour and I like each other very much. I sense it in his attitude towards me, and I sense it in my attitude towards him. In the three years I have been here, I don’t think we have spoken to each other more than three or four times. The last time we spoke was when he was waiting outside for me to come home, he wanted to complain about my dog’s yapping in the daytime while I was at work. The sound carries upstairs very effectively through the boxing that encloses some pipe work, apparently. It was a very yappy dog and always had been, so I assume the problem had existed ever since I moved in; three years. If so, it must be the most remarkable instance of irony I have ever come across. To wait three years to complain about my dog, and then choose the day before it died to do it, is something that -as they say- you couldn’t make up. When I told him the dog was very ill and probably wouldn’t be around much longer it rather took the wind out of his sails.

If we don’t have a reason to communicate, which thankfully we never do, my neighbour and I tend to avoid each other. I certainly prefer this to any possible conflict. Not so much because we are neighbours and have to coexist, but more, I think, because he is significantly bigger and younger than I am.

"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?

...Rigorous personal background investigations, serially performed, and repeated yearly. Biofeature ID's. Weapon biomarker on safety chips. Using national and state/regional IT data, then interview with a local specially trained official. Could be law enforcement and or a mental health clinician, latter at least with relevant master's level training, and several years of practice. Yearly recertifications for these evaluators as well. NO gun show/private sale/on line purchase exceptions to this careful vetting proceedure. ZERO, NONE. Relevant initial/ongoing flags include history of mental health issues with data driven risks toward violence, convictions/jail time for same, and so on. It really isn't rocket science, peebles, won't keep guns out of the hands of responsible legal owners, and will greatly decrease, but never totally eliminate, the issue of mass shootings/gun suicides/family gun deaths. No guns for ueber liberal moonbat TDS Dems, either.