Source – gizadeathstar.com “…The game will be up when people wake up and start asking the question, “whose science? And why follow it when over here there is a completely different scientific argument? And why is that completely different argument never crossing the lips of your network commentators?” AHHH “SCIENCE”! FOLLOW THE SCIENCE! By JOSEPH P. […]
And the sad thing is, real science suffers from all of this, because what we’re really watching is a world-wide epidemic of a different sort, of too many people crying “wolf!” when there is no wolf, or rather, not being able to recognize a real wolf come to raid the flock, and ignoring the voices of real alarm when it happens.
I was lucky enough to be invited yesterday on a foray, a mushroom hunt, about two hours south of us. My first question was, “Are masks required?” That’s because I had to cancel my participation in a much anticipated wilderness walk last month as soon as I learned masks were required.
There is a point where mask-wearing logic among folks must fly right out the window, no? Or at least, I keep hoping to stumble upon this point. Instead, I find at a mushroom foray where masks are not required, everyone is wearing a mask, children included, except for our party of 3.
That folks think these masks are actually doing anything is now a completely mute point to me. I know now, it doesn’t matter. If the masks are effective does not even cross the radar of most of them, I’m willing to bet.
At one point a mushroom was passed around the circle, so we could all touch and smell it, in order to better understand its properties and therefor how to identify it. The mask-wearers pulled their masks down in order to smell this mushroom that’s been passed under everyone’s noses in the circle.
Ok, seriously?
At what point might we question whether these folks use any brand of reasoning faculties before making a decision of any variety? These weren’t even orders, they were nonsensical, unreasonable, unenforceable ’suggestions’ from Government tyrants they’ve never met, Not required by the event organizers (bless their hearts) yet they allow these control freaks dominion over their very breathing with NO basis whatsoever.
Logic, indeed real science, is banned and blocked and algorithmed to Fahrenheit 451, and corrupt professionals the world over take advantage of this.
Welcome to your asylum.
Here’s a few voices of reason left should you need to take a breath of fresh air, hurry, while supplies last.
Yet, rather than call for a stop to what amounts to institutionalized child abuse, they have merely suggested countries prepare for the coming demand for mental health services, sure to be a bonanza for Big Pharma as children who take psychiatric drugs tend to end up on them for life. https://www.rt.com/op-ed/505089-lockdowns-masks-children-develop/ Helen Buyniski is an […]
Here’s an addition from me to the excellent commentary linked above: One of the most disturbing photos I’ve seen in a while, thanks to Decker at Dispatches from the Asylum for posting. That folks think this is ‘cute’ and the parents are smiling makes it that much more disturbing.
Source – peakprosperity.com “…We can deduce from the near total silence around Vitamin D that the health managers would prefer not to talk about it. They don’t want people to know. That much is painfully clear. Such lack of promotion (let alone appropriate study) of safe, effective treatments is a thread that, if tugged, can […]
“However most people will be unable to absorb the data, let alone move beyond it to wrestle with the implications. Why? Because such data is belief-shattering. Absorbing this information is not an intellectual process; it’s an emotional one.
I don’t know why human nature decided to invest so much in developing a tight wall around the belief systems that control our actions and thoughts. But it has.
I’m sure there was some powerful evolutionary advantage. One that’s now being hijacked daily by social media AI programs to nudge us in desired directions. One that’s being leveraged by shabby politicians, hucksters, fake gurus, and con men to steer advantage away from the populace and towards themselves.“
To y’all, from me, your rude, arrogant, selfish, bitchy, teasing, crazy, conspiracy theorist, antagonistic, irrational, petty, entitled, condescending, hermit-spinster, witch-doctor, gray hag, squirrel-cheeked, monkey-faced, mostly bitter, salty, solipsistic, rage-filled, nobody of an American homesteader.
YUP, that’s my 50 year old cleavage in a 35 year old hand-beaded necklace gifted by my mother-in-law. It’s also a tribute, then and now, to Handy Hubby’s new life, and all that he may be missing. And gaining.
And there’s that pesky teasing coming out again.
More on that, so much more, don’t go away. Hasta pronto . . .
In the meantime . . . Celebrate YOURSELF!
In my humble opinion, Halloween is when the spirits are begging us, goading us even, to celebrate our precious LIFE! As in, those final precious hours before it’s all over.
I am a bibliophile, born with it, no doubt. Doubtless as well, I like physical books and in this lifetime I will never prefer electronic books. Nope, not ever. That I’ve gotten beyond finding them offensive is as far as I expect to get in the foreseeable future.
When I first heard of the ‘modern day book-burning’ selling as electronic censorship of course, I thought of Fahrenheit 451, a book I read as a teen which made a lasting impression on me. As did other books I read in my younger years—Animal Farm, 1984, Brave New World, Dune, Future Shock, the list will be very familiar to some.
Like the Bible, I read these works when their meaning was well over my head and left far too much of their interpretation to the teachers.
I was also drawn to other of the older ‘classics’ for reasons I don’t understand at all, but which got me a fair amount of ribbing from my Midwest, middle class milieu. That I would choose French Literature as a major was laughable enough, but then to continue such folly even past the Master’s level—“hopeless” was a word I heard more than once. “Pretentious” was another.
To this day, I spend more money on books than any other single thing and the AI spy system can prove that, I’m sure.
This Halloween I take great pleasure in burning quite a few, for ceremonial sake, mostly. All those authors who align with politics over principles, they’ve found a new home in ashes. All those authors who laud themselves above the masses like royalty, they will join in the ceremony, which will continue until no book from those shill-heavy authors, no matter what side of the political wing, will be left on the shelves, whether left, right, or center.
Care to see which go up in flames? Any you’d care to add??
I can’t think of another proverb that has more betrayed human civilization over the centuries than: “It’s God’s will.”
First of all, if God has a will at all, I’m certain no man alive today or ever has any clue whatsoever what it is. Secondly, anyone who claims to know what is the will of God should be treated with deep suspicion, not elevated to sainthood.
Thirdly, since so many others are doing it, it makes me want to do it too.
So, during these times of Our Great Global Scamdemic, I claim God’s will is . . .
Rage Moms! (Please send my Sainthood Certificate care of: Kensho’s Club of Common Saints.)
Along with their tribes of non-compliant, pissed off women, rage moms give me gobs of hope. I just heard about a few of them yesterday and my pride in humanity did indeed runneth over in that moment.
In case any readers need some serious rays of hope in our forthcoming ‘dark winter’ (according to the tyrants), click below, and may your faith in humanity be restored, if only for an hour or a season.
Alison McDowell, deep bow Queen, thank you.
Vanessa Valentine, I invite you to join the ranks of Kensho’s Common Saints!
Carol, your channel is the truest truth on YT, thanks for being YOU!
I observed unusual behavior in one of our hives yesterday afternoon. Lots of activity at the entrance, too late in the day to be food-related, in my opinion, but clearly demonstrating communication efforts.
I’ve only read studies and opinions from scientists and beekeepers about the bees’ waggle dance as a communication for food sources. Lots and lots of opinions and studies about that! That may be all that trickles down to the layman, however, so I keep searching the books. Here’s a new one, once again, about food.
“Social communication systems are predominantly multimodal and can combine modulatory and information-bearing signals. The honey bee waggle dance, one of the most elaborate forms of social communication in animals, activates nestmates to search for food and communicates symbolic information about the location of the food source. Previous studies on the dance behaviour in diverse honey bee species demonstrated distinct differences in the concurrence of visual, auditory, olfactory and tactile signals produced by the dancer.” “Similarities in dance follower behaviour across honey bee species suggest a conserved mechanism of dance communication” Elsevier, Science Direct, Animal Behavior, Volume 169 Nov. 2020 https://www.sciencedirect.com/journal/animal-behaviour
But, non-expert that I am, my hunch tells me this bee behavior was not about food at all, but rather about warning the forager bees that a storm is coming and to not go back out. Shortly after this observation, where the weather front moving in from the north is visible in the distance, all bee activity at the entrance stopped.
I believe I lost a hive early last spring due to either a quick-moving storm, or pesticide poisoning. This new observed behavior tilts my pondering toward the latter. In that particular colony, which was quite large, I checked on them because their entrance activity suddenly slowed to almost nothing. When I opened up the hive I found loads of drawn comb, a healthy number of nurse bees and even larvae, no disease or infestation to speak of, but bars of activity as if flash-frozen in time. Loads of nurse bees in the process of working, heads in cells, dead. My assumption is their foragers never made it home. So, when the temperatures dropped that evening, they hive didn’t have enough thermal mass for their survival.
I apologize for my lack of video skills, still, it’s on the to-do list. And, that whimper at the end is because I got stung by a fire ant, not a bee! Then the dogs came over to check out what I was doing in the grass, which to them always means playtime. Impromptu mission aborted due to attack. 🙂
https://www.oftwominds.com/blogoct20/staged10-20.html Charles Hugh Smith All the staging is a means to an end, and everyone in America is nothing more than a means to an end: close the sale so the few can continue exploiting the many. You know how realtors stage a house to increase its marketability: first, they remove all evidence that people […]
