"THE CURE CANNOT BE WORSE THAN THE PROBLEM ITSELF"
My interpretation of that sentence, is that Trump views a shutdown and consequential loss of revenue from his many corporations directly impacting his bottom line, is of far greater importance to him than the health of the "unwashed masses" ie the American people. Getting back to your original question, you only have to look back at his first year in the WH before this pandemic hit, to see that he was demonstrating exactly the behavior I predict, that he is more concerned about the financial success of his businesses than the welfare of the population.
The story continues: Several years passed, she divorced her husband and our paths crossed again. By this time (late in 1991) I had relocated to Ohio for work and she flew out to see me and spent a few days ultimately moving in with me. The next couple of years she tried very hard to establish herself in Ohio even getting her real estate license but she missed her home state of New Jersey so much that one day she just up and left. Six months later I put the Ohio house up for sale and moved in with her in her apt in New Jersey.
By 1992 Our relationship was not going great and we were seeing a counselor. She wanted to get married and this was a big issue between us. Having gone through 2 divorces I wasn't too anxious to go through that again. I was committed to stay with her for the rest of my life so, to me, marriage only meant bringing lawyers and courts into the picture. My commitment to her was proven by the fact that we even bought a house together, with me putting up $16,000 and she $1,000 toward the down pmt. During this period she was also getting bad advice from the "ladies at work" who were suggesting to her (probably because I was 14 years older than her) that she should get me to put the house in her name in case I dropped dead my ex wife would take the house and she would wind up homeless. The irony of this fear will become apparent later.
She became fascinated with dolls when we paid a visit to her older sister who had a wall in her small living room literally covered with dolls in a floor to ceiling shelf unit. During the time we lived together after that visit with her sister, she would sit on the couch for hours watching QVC with phone in hand buying Marie Osmond dolls for hundreds of dollars.
When we split up she had over 100 dolls averaging $150.00 ea. If she had them in a display case where they could be seen it wouldn't have been so bad, but they were all in the boxes they came in stuffed in a closet. Her closet was so full of dolls there was no room for her clothes so she filled my closet with her clothes. My biggest fear was marrying her and her having access to my bank acct. It would have been a nightmare and she would have cleaned out my account buying "Collectibles".
Her sister in upstate NY (the same one who inspired her to collect dolls) stole a neighbors Siamese cat who she thought was being neglected and asked Barb if she could watch it until she could find a home for it. I knew if I let this mangy cat in my house it was there to stay. We had a few big arguments about getting this cat. We even wasted a whole counseling session talking about the cat. I finally said, ok, you can get the cat but if you do, I'm out of here. She got the cat and 3 months later it died, the house went up for sale and I was in the process of loading up all my stuff in my truck when she put her arms around me and tried to get me to change my mind about leaving. A few days later me & my son Stevie were heading south in the truck for Virginia and I never looked back. I guess she thought I was bluffing. In the final analysis she lost a good man, a really nice house, a major chunk of financial security and didn't even have the cat to comfort her.
Well, it's Dec 18 2018 and I just found out Barb passed away. She was 64. Some kind of Cancer of the mouth. She was cremated and now this woman who once told me I was going to spoil her with my tongue, is nothing but a little pile of ashes in an urn on somebodies mantle piece. Ironically, my first wife died from the exact same form of Cancer though this happened years after we divorced and she remarried 2 times.
Well, her family learned that Barbara and I had a thing for each other but they would have none of it due to our age difference, in fact they conspired to do everything in their power to interfere with our relationship including introducing her to another guy closer to her age named Jim. He was a thin blond haired guy with a little goatee. He was also an amateur racer. Eventually they got engaged due to unrelenting pressure from her family and subsequently they got married. Well, that's the end of that I thought. Then She called me up one evening in 1975 and we had a nice conversation as usual. She said her husband Jim was away at a race at Bridgehampton and she wanted to come to my house to see me. She said that she would do anything! I asked anything? She repeated anything! I was flattered of course but, I was trying to score with a chick named Kim who lived next door. I told Barbara that I had to do what's best for me, that she was married and would go home to her husband and I would be left high and dry, that Kim was a better prospect for me though she too was married but her husband was in jail. I told her that I would go to visit Kim and if nothing was shaking I would call her later. I went to see Kim and while I was there all I could think about was Barbara. It dawned on me that I was being very stupid for not jumping at an opportunity that comes along once in a life time. I made some lame excuse and rushed back home and called Barbara. She was surprised to hear from me so soon, if at all. She came to my house and spent the night with me. I can't tell you what it was like seeing her naked body except that I thought it was the most beautiful thing on the face of the Earth. I believe that Man created God out of fear of the unknown, Earthquakes Lightning, Tornado's, the Sun, Moon, and Stars. But most of all, the fear of death. That night I realized that things other than fear contributed, perhaps even more powerfully to Mans' belief in a superior force in the universe. That night, seeing her naked body, holding her in my arms, loving her, I tell you I came awfully close to believing in God!
Her name was Barbara. One day in 1967 my racing buddy Don asked me to take a ride with him to pick up his Sister in Law to babysit his kid brother. We went to his wife Joyce's' Mothers house and when we pulled into the driveway I saw a 13 year old girl standing outside by the corner of the house. She was wearing a pr. of red pants with flowers and butterfly's all over it. My first reaction was, Hmm, cute kid. She's gonna be a fox when she gets a little older. I got out of the car and let her sit in the middle, I wanted to sit by the window. I couldn't keep from thinking how nice it was to have her sitting beside me, I tried to not think about it but I kept noticing her and feeling the warmth of her leg on mine. I thought to myself, Your a sick man Tom, you're 27 and she's only 13. Over the next 3 years our paths crossed many times with growing attraction to each other when by the time she was 16 I could no longer conceal my feelings for her and one day when I was hanging around with her and we were laughing at something, I said to her, Hey guess what? She said what? expecting to hear something light, I got real serious, looked into her eyes and said "I Love You."
I've seen Das Boot with English subtitles, it was great. Another great foreign film which is at the top of my list of greatness in any language is "The Seven Samurai". It is the original Japanese film which the American "The Magnificent Seven" was based on.
The thing that amazes me today as an adult is that at that age I knew that a person could literally bleed to death. I got scared when I started feeling weak, that got me into a survival frame of mind. All I knew was I had to stop bleeding. I really don't know what my mother or anybody could have done, it was all on me.
Stepping back in time to when I was about 8 or 9 I almost died. One morning I was laying in bed and I had a stuffy nose. Suddenly I felt I had to sneeze. A brilliant idea suddenly came to me. What if I was to use the power of the sneeze to clear my nose? I envisioned the sneeze would blow all the boogers out. I sneezed through my nose, Well, I must have broken a blood vessel in my nose because blood started pouring out of my nose and wouldn't stop. I yelled for my mother and when she saw blood all over my face and the pillow she freaked out. She started carrying on like an insane person and was acting totally irrational. Blood was going down my throat and pouring out of my nose. It wouldn't stop bleeding and my mother was in a panic with no idea what to do. Suddenly I started feeling weak. At that moment I realized unless something happens real quick I'm going to die from loss of blood. It's going to be up to me to save my life. I had to stop the bleeding no matter what. I simply couldn't afford to lose any more blood. I used the back of my tongue to stop the blood from leaking out of my nasal passage and going down my throat. I pinched my nose with my fingers to stop the blood from pouring out. I exhaled and took a deep breath and held it as long as possible because I couldn't breathe with my tongue blocking off my nasal passage. I did this repeatedly until eventually the leak clotted and the bleeding stopped.
That's it spitz. Green 2000 Mazda Protege. Pretty quick and handles better than it looks like it should. Before I got it, me and my son put different shocks and higher rate springs on it. It feels a little stiff on crappy roads due to the higher natural frequency of the suspension resulting from the stiffer springs. BTW, competition vehicle suspension design and modification was my vocation for about 20 years.
My car looks just like this same color green as well but I don't have a sun roof and I don't miss it. 5 speed stick TY. I bought it from my son for $500.
The cop who shot Blake is a coward who never should have been given the job as a policeman, putting a gun in the hand of a coward is a recipe for an outcome like this, it's just a matter of time until he gets into a scary situation and fear takes control of his mind and he lashes out with whatever lethal force he has at his disposal. The fact that he fired his weapon 7 times, proves his brain was locked in mortal panic mode.
I would stay away from welding cast iron, that something only for very advanced welders to tackle. My advise is to start off with gas (Oxy Acetylene) You can weld sheet metal on up to 1/8" with no problem. anything thicker than that I would go with Arc welding, AC or DC depending on your budget. I used to build trailers for race cars so I've done a lot of welding over the years. My ex room mate used to work for a boiler repair co and there was a guy there named Mario who could weld by feel. He could weld without even being able to see the weld like between the top of a boiler and the ceiling. I knew another welder who could weld anything. He welded 2 cracked pistons in my race engine and I ran a whole season with them. He welded cracked cylinder heads all the time.
Now I would like to offer some facts relating to the alleged crucifixion of Christ. It is claimed that this one time carpenter/prophet hauled the very cross he was to be hung from, all the way to the top of Calvary hill or mountain. In all the pictures I've ever seen of the crucifixion the cross appeared to be rough hewn wood of about 6-8" square. The length of the crossbar had to be at a minimum 6 feet long to allow material for the nails or rope to tie the wrists whichever was done. We have no idea what kind of wood the cross was made from but being conservative to the maximum extreme let's assume it was made of the lightest wood available at the time in the area where this supposedly took place, namely Cedar. This would mean the crossbar weighed about 34 lbs. The vertical mast extended about a foot above the crossbar and the feet of Christ was shone to be about 4 feet above the ground. The vertical mast of the cross couldn't have merely sat on top of the ground because it would have simply fell over. Therefore it had to be set into a hole in the ground at least 2 1/2 feet to keep it upright. This would mean the length of the vertical post had to be a minimum of 13 feet. Assuming it had the same cross section as the crossbar and made from the same type of wood, it would have weighed 72 lbs. For a total of 106 lbs at the very minimum. If it was Pine, which is much more likely because Cedar, being very scarce, wouldn't have been wasted by turning it into a cross to hang criminals, it would have weighed 125 lbs. Now, is it possible for a thin man who probably hasn't done manual labor for years other than preaching, in the heat of the middle east, to haul a 106 to 125 lb wooden cross up a big hill wearing a long robe and sandals? But, What the hell, anybody who believes they're gonna come back to life after they drop dead will believe anything. This tall tail should rightly be called Cruci Fiction.
I grew up on the upper east side of Manhattan. No father, alcoholic mother, 6 years older sister, 3 years older brother who passed away about 2 months ago from lung cancer. He was a life long smoker.
1957 found me working on a washing machine for a lady that lived 2 houses up the street. A friend came over and said "There's a phone call for you at Baldy's". Baldy's was a candy store across the street which got it's name from the owner who was completely bald. I went to take the call immediately because a call costs a nickle for 3 minutes. It was my friend Danny. He said "Hey Whip (that was my nickname in those days) get up to Frankie Walters house, there's a chick up there and she's puttin out." I said, "But I'm working on a washing machine and I can't leave." He said "WHAT? Did you hear what I said"? There's a woman, a real woman up at Frankie's house and all the guys are taking turns." I said "OK, I'll get up there as soon as I can." I went back to working on the washing machine and all of a sudden I stopped and said to myself "What the hell am I doing"? I put my tools down and took off for Frankie's house as fast as I could. Like a typical NYC apt it was what is called a Railroad Flat meaning the rooms are all in a row. When I got there they said she was in the front room so I walked to the front room and there she was lying in a bed under a blanket. There was a TV in the corner and it was on and they were broadcasting the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth and this 23 YO woman was watching the TV. I said Hi, and she said Hi. There were 2 other teenage girls at the apt but they were not a part of the proceedings, they just happened to be there. I took off my shoes and hopped under the blanket. I didn't even take my pants off. Hey, what the hell did I know, I was a 17 year old virgin! Well I said I wanted to see her womanhood repeatedly cause I had never seen one before and she kept refusing. I imagine after about 8 guys it probably wasn't in pristine condition and she was embarrassed. Anyway I was doing my thing when one of the other girls came in and asked "Florida" (that's what she said her name was) if she wanted a sandwich? Flo said "Yes please, a ham & cheese". The girl left and came back with a sandwich and Flo started eating it while she watched the Coronation on TV. Through all this I was in the saddle doing the nasty. Well, after about 45 minutes I was done and I said "Whew, that was a long one." She said "Yeah it was." I got up and said "See ya" and walked to the kitchen where I met a kid I hadn't seen since 3rd grade. Then I left and went back to working on that stupid washing machine.
Here's another one, I'm sure you are all aware of the one made popular by the Diamonds so I wont bother to paste a link to it.
This is the original by the Gladiolas. It sure has a fantastic beat and a somewhat funky sound. I'd love to know if anybody is hearing this version for the first time and your opinion of it.
Why drop a second bomb on Nagasaki? I can think of 2 reasons. First, The US didn't want the Japanese to assume we only had 1 bomb and they could just lick their wounds and keep on fighting. Dropping a second bomb blew that idea right out the window. Next, America hated the Japanese so much for the sneak attack on Pearl Harbor, that the average American would have been happy to wipe the whole country of Japan off the planet. Instead of launching an attack on our ships at Pearl Harbor, the Japanese Emperor would have been smarter to send us a boatload of these bad boys.
The pilot of the Enola Gay, Paul Tibbets lived in a town called Old Tappan. " Old Tappan is a borough in Bergen County, New Jersey " I used to go swimming at a lake near there called Lake Idlewild when I lived in NJ.
It's strange but every time I went there my thoughts drifted to the dropping of the atomic bomb and how different my life was to the people who happened to be living in Hiroshima on that day. Well, for one thing, I was alive and enjoying my life.
Pretty good song. It was very common back in the 50's for white groups to "borrow" songs from black artists and sort of "clean them up" and make them palatable to their white fans. The result was often kind of milk toast when compared to the original raw version. "Sh Boom" was a classic example. This is the original by The Chords.
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Sorry about the double post :(