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I watched “The French Connection” (1971) yesterday, and in the scene at Washington, D.C., the monument was backdropped by the unmistakable sight of chemtrails. The angular, smeary texture and totally unnatural forms were clear as heck to an old man with endless experience with a real sky since childhood and a continuing study of weather modification tools and reports from others over the past two decades.
Having said that, I want a jacked-up AMC Pacer with headers out the hood, side pipes, and fluorescent plaid upholstery and rainbow shag carpeting and a set of fuzzy testicles dangling from the rearview.
NOW.
Don’t sleep on the Gremlin.
We did all those things but we also worked helping dad fix or build things, grow food, raise animals, help him at one of his paying jobs, and helping mom do laundry in one of those ringer Maytags, hanging the wash, shopping (walking several miles to a store and pulling groceries home in a wagon), cleaning house, watching little brothers, canning, etc.
And then you could really sleep at night without help from big pHARMa.
Yeah, forgot the yeasty beer dad & I made a lot of, and the chickens Grandma and & would butcher and the soap we would make. Yeah, but pharma did save my life as a young boy when a Black Widow spider (they said) bit me on the calf and it became white pouring out plasma; at first my mom said forget about it but within about 15 minutes I was having bad gut pain; she got a car and rushed me to a doctor; by then I couldn’t breath; nurses dragged me to a table and the doctor gave me a shot that instantly made me warm and able to breath again; then I began flopping like a fish out of water. I thank God for mama, that pharma and medical staff.
Gone are those days of blindly trusting the medical establishment, for me anyways.
I generally agree; that was life or death 70 years ago when Medical Personnel served God and Country, God bless them ; a few people still do. We got to fight to get that all back.
Dr. Stockton made a house call late one night when I was sick with intense stomach pains that put me in the hospital for 2 weeks. Years later it hit me: on a Good Friday holiday my buddy Robert and I went over to the university hospital and filled in for his brother who had an after school job cleaning out the rabbit cages in one of the labs. Afterwards we went to an all-you-can-eat fried chicken place. It most likely was either something from the rabbits or food poisoning from the fried chicken. A good guess would be that I never washed my hands that day.
Something like salmonella from the restaurant.
Something in this set triggered a memory of sorts… When as a kid we were doing something questionable… you were always mostly huddled and quiet… One of the parental units would shout out, what are you guys up to?? The usual response… “noth’n” We never learned… That was the only word guaranteed to bring an adult to have a look… doh!!!
Thank you for that memory trigger… it was a good one really
Back when playgrounds were rusted solid steel. Wasn’t recess unless the marry go round crippled a kid.
Just looking at those jungle gyms makes my balls hurt. I don’t think I ever got narded that way, but that’s only because I’m extremely careful about nardation.
Our jungle gym was at least 2 times larger than the one shown-it was a square at least 15′ on a side and about 12′ tall with a 4″ pole for sliding down. It was mostly boys on the thing-other than the occasional tom-boy. If I remember right it was Larry Byrom who broke his arm on it one day after school; no lawsuits resulted and it was not torn down until the school was demolished 20 years later.
Incredible research work Mrs. Admin, we have hope, thank you, xxxx
Hey Folks the internet just came back on at work. It has been a crazy week!
Speaking of the good old days.. what a difference a day makes..
One day later after the weather calmed down just a bit. We were lucky. The high tide arrived six hours after highest winds. Scary as it was it could have been a whole lot worse. It was giving a commentary while filming the second video but the wind was too strong for it to come through in video.
My thoughts and prayers are with the good people of Florida today!
Hoping all the TBP’ers in Ian’s path stay safe!
I drank a lot of that Mateus wine in my youth.
Ah, big hair girls at 80s parties, first bj and hairy pussy from a big haired brunette chick while listening to Bon Jovi. Smoking Mexican weed and drinking whatever we could get. Snowmobiling all over town in the winter with no fancy gear.
Having grown up in the very prudish 50s, I sure miss growing up in those 80s too! Seriously, I had to suffer two Feminist sluts divorcing me; how many broken marriages will the 80s guys have to endure, if the 80 guys marry?
These are good catalogues of America’s moral and spiritual decline into Moloch worshipers.
But I like the playground nostalgia.
Still funny today.
That’s me in the stripped shirt clobbering the baseball. Was chubby and couldn’t run very fast so they put me at catcher. I could throw a strike to the second baseman every time when a kid tried to steal a base and could hit like crazy when at bat. Some say that is because catchers get so much practice looking at pitches. We would usually play catch when we had a few spare minutes before dinner or have a lively game of 500 in the hours after school. It was a great way to grow up.
Oopsy…
We may not eat Quiche…..
But I’m pretty fond of Egg Pie with Bacon, Spinach, Gruyère, Jarlsberg, and Emmental cheeses…..