Talk about stating the obvious. The whole world knows where the USA’s looted money goes.
https://social.vivaldi.net/@jon/109970531150926337

Talk about stating the obvious. The whole world knows where the USA’s looted money goes.
https://social.vivaldi.net/@jon/109970531150926337

Posted in rage against the machine
Some political YouTubers I just can’t do anymore. The daily show is 3+ hours, EVERY day. I don’t know how that can be possible. Is there any time for life outside of production?
The shows are inefficient. The first hour is about fundraising and likes with lots of popups, over and over. As it drifts into the content, constant shoutouts to the Superchat (people who pay up). Stop, start, stop, start.
A little content finally drifts in but the “likes” and “support” reminders keep coming in. “We need a 1000 likes, but we only have 300 with 1200 viewers. C’mon people.”
I’ve had to give many of them up. They used to be good. Painful.
Posted in rage against the machine, rambling
The old “foreign” cars were sometimes a disaster.
A long time ago, I had an English car, a Triumph TR-6. The electrical was 100% bad in it. The Lucas parts sucked, especially the alternator.
A mechanic modified the bracket and put an AC/Delco (General Motors) in it. That problem ended.
The distributor caps also cracked a lot. I could super glue them a few times but then would have to replace. I started stocking several at a time on a shelf.
I twisted an axle one time and had to wait 3 weeks for an expensive replacement from England. Somehow I put it in myself.
All that work just to enjoy a few minutes driving it every now and then when it decided to run.
Triumph owners used to joke, “well, at least it’s not a Fiat.” Talk about grasping at straws.
Random memory:
Late 1970’s, I was walking along Hillsborough Street in Raleigh. I was passing the NCSU Bell Tower and heard You Light Up My Life by Debby Boone being played on it.
It was an amazing surprise. I noticed that the door at the base of the bell tower was ajar, so I pushed it open and went in there. I discovered an old friend from high school in there operating the controls.
After a great reunion, she invited me to every concert she gave on the tower. ♥️
I write this to be funny, but there is some truth, or at least background, to it.
I’d like to go to Cuba again, this time to go cycling in Havana and birding in the countryside (as well as some side political learning, etc.). There are groups there that can be contacted to arrange both in advance.
I suspect that one could just show up in Havana, mention these, and within the hour, something would materialize. A van would pull up, “get in for the birding trip!”
This feeling comes from our trips to Cancun where there is a travel agency almost on every block. You could walk into any of them, mention anything from a car rental to a trip around the world, and they’d whip it up. “Trip around the world? Come back in an hour. Bring your luggage.” lol. Tourism is serious business there. There are degrees available in it.
We walked into a travel agency in Cancun one time and mentioned wanting a rental car. In FIVE MINUTES, a car screeches up, the driver gets out and holds the door open.
I said, “well, that took entirely too long!”
Posted in rambling
I’m guessing this is ’80s when I was still a compulsive smoker. This was at Pride, either Raleigh or Carrboro, I don’t remember which.
I’m with Allen, long time coworker and friend.
I tried to never let anybody photograph me smoking. When I died, I didn’t want people saying, “well he had it coming.”
(Image is me and friend seated on ground with me getting a light.)

Posted in rambling
Sometimes when driving for work, I’ll put something bizarre (for me) on the car radio for “intellectual” curiosity.
My weekend trip to Charlotte, I had Truth FM “Christian” radio playing. There is something even more toxic than usual about mixing this type religion with broadcasting.
On the trip down, it was about the tribulation, rapture, and demonic locusts and things. It could get quite dangerous when airplanes start crashing when some pilots suddenly vanish.
On the return trip home, the show was totally about empire worship, focusing on a certain country in the Middle East and it’s big friend.
Difficult listening.
Posted in rage against the machine
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