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Those are two of the most innocuous paintings I've ever seen. Maybe they should be replaced by a painting of feminists screaming as they burn down the fort in the name of free speech; the other could be BLMatter canoes with "whites in the back."

Moot. She's not gonna think, or be able to, ever. Gets in the way of her priority -- moral bullying. It's our genetics: "women are a good idea." It takes lots of false starts to understand that the reverse is overwhelmingly true.

I'm going to research how a person eats only plant based foods and is sure to get enough protein, etc. Does anyone have any good starting links, or personal experience?

I was going to write a thank you, and I'll try a bit of summary, but it's important to note that you will rob yourself of a number of aha! moments by not actually viewing it. It moves quickly and the speaker has an easygoing, lightly humorous, engaging style. It is info dense but not burdensome. It's a long list of how a plant based diet will knock the stuffing out of most disease, with powerful effects of disease reversal, not just stopping progression. That's nada on any meat as far as I can tell, I'm even wondering about my habit of eating cod. Dramatic effects with seriously diseased patients could be seen in as little as two weeks. I'll say it again, because it's that important: any summary here is far short of the value of viewing the entire video. I thought I'd be hearing a rehash of stuff I'd mostly heard before. I was wrong. Some good examples of it's content: --breast cancer cells in a lab dripped with blood from a patient with normal diet, I think the cancer is from that patient, and then samples are dripped with blood from a plant based person, maybe the same person...I don't recall that part. The effect was dramatic. The blood with animal stuff in it gave the cancer cells a free ride; the normal cancer preventing process of apoptosis, or cells killing themselves when needed, was much negated. The plant based blood had the cancer cells killing themselves like lemmings. The lab sample was healing! -- fecal bacteria contamination from chicken occurs while handling; you could "incinerate" the bird and it would have nil effect, since the contamination already happened. This was related to persistent conditions such as bladder infections. The repeated handling of chicken repeatedly introduced the bacteria. And I got the impression that if it's cooked when you bought it, it's just a better version of a bad idea. There is so much more. He addresses a long list of causes of major disease and death, and explains how every one is goaded on by animal products in the bloodstream. He's not a podium thumper, he just names molecules, and tells what they do, and provides the studies which are usually starkly obvious in their implications. I have already mentally changed some habits I have, and it's partly because of the overwhelming weight of the whole video, but it's definitely because of certain specific points that are scattered here and there throughout. I highly recommend fully watching it.

Wow, I wish I'd had an adult male looking out for me like that.

Monkey sea, monkey do? The link has no connection to monkeys or sharks that I can sea.

"It'd be cool to find a town full of people who looked like me," --- What's that saying, "Be careful what you wish for?" What if they turned out to be loons, goons, and buffoons? Then how would you see yourself in the mirror? I am reminded of this: A few years ago, I passed a stranger in an office hallway that had a lower face the image of my father's. I mentioned it, and his folks were from Poland I think he said. (Given that borders have moved around a lot over the centuries.) My father's line was from parts of Germany, maybe eastern, so it's not a stretch to see how the resemblance could be. Someone said I should have followed it up to see if there were distant relatives someplace. I didn't care; it's just a face, says nothing about what the people were like or the effort to maintain anything meaningful. My own family tree, where it got near me, wasn't very well behaved.

I would suggest lowering the volume of the background music, it's rather foreground and hard to hear voice and sounds. Lots of engaging images but I don't see how they relate. Is there a map?

Sorry to say that all my ancient memories of bad roommates, my own or of others, is that they don't change behavior, at least in that location. They may move elsewhere and change, who knows why.

It is long and I have no contact with any art scene, but on first listening, I gathered that the art world, a tricky label, is showing advanced symptoms of what we see so much elsewhere: vested interests, dumbing down, and denial.

"shunned by the NHS" Aveit, I'm asking ignorant of any details, do you look back and see this as maybe a good thing? I don't mean it was pleasant, but what about bogus treatment paths or drugs might you have encountered in the NHS?

I had a ton of non-stop child abuse, and NOT ONE adult ever said anything to me. I realize it would have been awkward at best, and they'd have to get past my mother's bullying wall of denial. Anything said to my parents would have been pointless, since they were unrepentant abusers. I realize now that if ONE adult had said something about how I was treated being not okay, it would have been very powerful, it would have given me a type of hope, a tool. I would still have been up against ruthless creeps, but I would have heard an opinion of injustice. As it was, I only internalized that I was a bad person.

As to the truck, do I see a vehicle with relatively low original manufacture energy costs, primarily iron, with relatively low energy costs to recycle, and the entire vehicle relatively free of strategic or imported special substances?

Having to explain how Noah put well over a million land beetles on the Ark, for one. I've been exposed to the Bible over a few years now, and it's high value. There are a jillion stories and they are much about morality and controlling behavior and thoughts. (And much more but gotta keep it brief.) There is huge opportunity for self-improvement if one is open. Very good for the mind. I like the morning preachers on Christian radio. But don't dismiss evolution to me, or say everyone spoke the same language until a labor dispute erupted at the Tower Of Babel. Danny, you made no mistake in asking; you learn about people and this will pay off increasingly over time. Others on this page have supplied very good insights. For me, instead of quoting Aristotle or Confucius, it's the guy who used to work at the BBQ place: "People are idiots." There it is. The Holy Grail. All you need to know; the rest is icing. Sit back and contemplate your navel with this knowledge, but not for too long. Then raise your head and roll your eyes. But careful what you say about Entirah, because he cleared up my adolescent acne, after a few years. Got the dandruff too -- that is a powerful god.

Yay for the first three, screw your neighbors, but limit the red meat, because we care about YOU. There's a link someplace in these forums about how it's a frequency thing: Red meat is digested by bile acids which come along for the ride into the lower gut. There, the acids remove protective mucous, irritate gut tissue which then over-reproduces out of spite, and further, deactivates the cell death programming which allows the spite to become a tumor. It's not about amount, but about frequency; giving the gut lining time to repair before the next acid bath. I love good BBQ pork, beef, and turkey. Given the above, mostly turkey; lucky to have a top notch local BBQ place.

Given the woman and child in the car... In passing, regarding the woman, she apparently smokes Newports and Newports were stolen in the robbery. This is after the fact evidence that the officer probably didn't have, but valid for our considerations. She was also extremely calm in voice, as monotonic as a veteran tour guide, except for a few seconds now and then of wailed dismay, followed by calm voice. For my betting money, this guy was the robber, and she was his accomplice. If so, we observe who is really responsible for a stunning disregard for the child. To follow the car to approach the man later: To where? The possibility of a public-endangering high speed chase? To an apartment complex, where the same situation as the car now involves all kinds of bystanders, some sitting at home on the other side of a wall that won't stop bullets, and tight surroundings which make avoiding the suspects gunfire difficult? In an apartment with more weapons, and the girl is still there? With phone calls made along the way for help from his buddies? There's not a nicey-nice answer. Gotta get on it while the trail is hot and close. (Speaking of which, the robbery was only a few blocks away!) (Someplace in here, there's also the question that if the state has no police, who's going to chase down the robbers?) Also, there was in the links a blurry pic of something laying on the suspects leg, high up on his left thigh, which is the most concealment to an officer approaching on the driver's side. Someone claimed it's a pic of a gun, but it's too blurry to see. The officer on the scene had a high definition view. And what driver parks anything high up on their leg? A phone might slip off, is more likely to be between the legs. If YOU, Mr. Citizen, had a fleeting glance of a driver and something was high up on his leg, and you were in a position of possible armed and dangerous, what the heck would you think? If he was supposedly reaching for his permit, then why was his wallet on his upper thigh, assuming it was a wallet and not a gun? I can understand a person getting out their wallet and resting it there, but the words I think I heard...would have to listen again...implied reaching for a wallet with some effort, as in getting it out of a pocket. If he already had it on his thigh, it's in plain view pretty much, certainly in the first one or two seconds of handling it, as a wallet. If the officer was suspicious, then he would've ordered the driver to keep his hands in view, and reaching for his pockets would be very suspicious. No matter how I look at it, the innocent card doesn't play.

Drew, thanks much for your reply. I notice how much time I will spend thinking about them, yet have known for years to avoid them. The mate to the hog is fully cognizant and agreed of this need to avoid them. That's what really bugs me; that great guy, and another one, and a few young males. They are in a poison gulag and mostly or fully don't know it. I feel like I need to raid the enemy prison compound and rescue them. Which is unrealistic for the reasons you mention. So it's good to have the advice to let it go. I have been doing that letting go to almost the full roster of people I used to know; always the same, the refusal to even discuss serious issues, the imperative to run away from honesty, like roaches from a room light. (On a technical note, that marriage is already well destroyed, just not on paper.)

I knew a guy who was verrrry liberal, and I suggested the existence of a creature called a "ego-driven liberal." This was a guy who I liked but over many years, now and then, he'd show a lack of core ethics. For example, one day he was in this room here while I was typing my bank password, and as I started, I became aware that he was standing next to me watching. Ahem! Anyway, in an email I suggested...gasp...that government screws up what it does. Granted not in all things, but heck it's an opinion, and it has a good deal of foundation. His sole response...if you are eating or drinking, finish swallowing before you read this...was to email a link titled "Stephan Molyneux is a cult leader." I opened the link to find a bit of drivel, and four other links, all of which were dead. So the site actually contained no information, and was slung like dung, because I dared to make him think. He then ceased all contact, except to hang out with the social circle that is soooo liberal and feminist that nobody can think, or God forbid be accountable for their actions. The men are neutralized. A big butt arrogant lesbian doctor considered buying (adopting) a defenseless young female, presumably in order to torture the girl's mind into becoming the abomination that the adult is. The women with one exception are grotesquely fat. Not obese, which is technically correct but evasive. Fat. Personal accountability in health or mind is a joke. One in particular was good looking, got married (Guns Of The State!) then started eating like a hog, must've topped 300 lbs, scary to be around for fear my arm might be eaten, and sharp tongue kicked in too. More on that group here: Dear Abby, Dear Abby (Advice for Inheritance Woes?) - General Messages I wonder about the couple of guys married into that group, one to the hog. Can anything be done? Arrogant feminist fat makes strong defensive structure. (I'm not talking about honestly dealing with a few extra pounds, which I'm doing right now. I'm talking about really really big butts...and attitude!!) Or write them off, like society in general? I try to think of males in the group to start some accountability, yet the beginning Orders Of Battle* do not look good. (*Military talk for "who showed up.")

Maybe sound cancelling gear, like some headphones do, will match the spoken voice and they/we will be perceived as just moving our lips.

Next time you want to surf the net just long enough to eat that big sandwich, then easily move on to some other activity, research what a regulation railroad watch really is. Was, somewhat, as the quartz/digital age opened up the styles but the stringent tests for accuracy remain. ~~~ In the mental and material mayhem of the passing of generations, there was a small paperboard jewelry box of my paternal grandfather's two (non-railroad) pocket watches. He died when I was seven, and I knew him little. He was a successful General Practitioner in a big city, then the Great Depression wiped out his success, and he went to whiskey in a bad way. The man I saw was propped up, all cleaned and starched, a shell who moved or spoke but little. I liked him as I knew him. I was vaguely aware of those two watches. They long sat in a lower drawer in one US State, unwound in perhaps decades, and a generation later, sat unwound in a different lower drawer in a different State. Something made me think of those watches and I actually looked at them. I wound them both a little. I felt the resistance of dried waxy lubricant. A day later, one was on time, one was two minutes slow. I took them to a watch shop in town. A great place and watchmaker. He recently gave my 1968 watch it's first service. It's my, ahem, Accutron. I discovered that my (approx) 1910 Gruen and 1900 Elgin were very special pieces. The next three nights I researched horology, which really has no downside, and is thus good with food. It also occurred to me, these watches were made when the Wright Brothers were achieving powered manned flight. Right there, that's a Wow, What Am I Holding In My Hand. So what did the Bros have for watches? Two railroad types, not brands that I had seen before. They also used a now cracked stopwatch, and there's a pic of that on a Smithsonian site about the Wright Brothers. This site also has music of the time. Music was jumping on the flying bandwagon. https://airandspace.si.edu/exhibitions/wright-brothers/online/music/music_content.html Most of it sounds the same to me. (How many future generations would say the same thing about later music?) Right there, a look into how the workaday music sounded, and it's apparent limitations. (I guess I am spoiled by fuzz bass guitar.) Also, the cover art for the sheet music is of interest. For aviation buffs, there's how artists interpreted these new machines. Some are quite accurate. But I notice that it took awhile to figure out how to draw moving propellers. (I don't claim that I would've figured it out.) Some look nice but would slice the craft into pieces. Lyrics and cover art together, one thing becomes clear. A major theme is taking a gal up in the aeroplane. It's like a flying touring car, with lots less armor and luggage space, but many more clouds. It's fantasy, it's fun, and eventually somebody's gonna name their daughter Amelia. But I take a step back and picture somebody's daughter up in what is a very dangerous contraption. Miraculous, yes, but unforgiving. We're talking ~1904-1914. "Not with my kid, you don't! And stop singing that song!"

There are enemies of honesty everywhere; They are often enemies of each other; Therefore you have friends everywhere; Therefore you are a Labrador Retriever. Overboard Comic Strip on GoComics.com

This reminds me of something which at first seems off topic but maybe isn't. I read this years ago in Science News. A doctor someplace, maybe in the VA, had a patient with an apparently common problem. He had one lower leg amputated, and the remaining end of the leg plagued him with itching. Apparently nobody knew an effectively treatment. The solution was remarkably simple and effective: a mirror. I don't know how the doctor found out, somebody had to be the first to discover it. The patient sat upright and stood a big enough mirror between his legs, propped against the shortened leg, so that when he looked at it, he saw the reflected image of his intact leg. He then mentally ordered both of his legs to raise the lower leg. The shortened leg of course could not do so, but apparently the visual system of his brain saw the image of the other leg doing so, was fooled into thinking it was the missing leg moving, and this provided a neuro-confirmation that the order to raise the lower leg had indeed been carried out on both legs. This reduced and I think eliminated the itch in quick order. Apparently, part of the brain was waiting for confirmation that the order to move had been executed, sent back from the actual leg. I'm reminded of internet signals, where a packet goes one way, but a confirmation signal goes back the other way, to confirm the packet was intact. No confirmation, and the system has a problem. Apparently in the human brain, redundant confirmation is achieved by both kinesthetic and visual means, and only one working system may still give sufficient feedback. Without feedback, I guess the itch was the brain's inner modem repeatedly sending signals to the leg, or just a false sensation inside the brain because some neuro-chemical wasn't dissipating. This makes me wonder what else can be going on in our brains when we talk to ourselves. Probably a lot.

"We're in a long relationship, and I'm starting to feel like a eternal manchild, in my early 30s, not taking the commitment with her. I will admit, there are plenty of times where I think about being the irresponsible bachelor bum, living alone without having to answer to anyone, but I know that's my depression or whatever talking." OR...given that a huge number of males are making that decision intentionally...maybe you are sensing what you REALLY want to do, and that conflict is causing depression, not the other way around. But I can't see myself being bald, it would make me feel like a loser. Well, there's Yul Brynner, but more effective, watch tons of medieval Japanese movies. They almost always shaved their heads in a male baldness pattern, and the blades slicing thru the air make a sound like "whissh", not "sissy."

Did he say that in the audio, or someplace else? Because that's a whopper statement.

The beginning might have been far enough off for a spell check to not get it. It's Epiphany. (Which was the name of my Catholic elementary school. I never knew one iota of what it meant.) What caught my attention was that the beginning was "app" and we know that word (formerly an abbreviation) has become a dominant word in the modern world. I wonder if there's a "modern citizen" subtle psychological effect at play.