My community of Bourbon has a little over 1529 in population. We get our share of strange happenings here. Yesterday evening a local addicted woman just a block from me overdosed and they had her entire street shut down with first responders trying to save her. I'm told that she really loved her grandpa and he is a respected man laid out at a local funeral home right now. This may have played into her OD but I know very little details here. Her grandpa was a religious man his entire life but in her case her addiction won. Her battle is over.
Last week was different with Clay. He had a sudden heart attack and nobody knew where he went. He was dead but no funeral home had him. The story goes that Clay was not liked by his own family and his demise ended in cremation in St. Louis. In cases like this they do it free or for maybe $700. No funeral is planned. One of Clay's relatives showed up to verify this. What is known is that Clay was taken in by a local city alderman and his wife 8 years ago or more. I knew all of them and everyone got along great. I had no reason to not like Clay. Him and the alderman got along like brothers and had a business or two on the side.
We get our share of strange happenings here.
Going in and out of my post I am finding that certain things posted here have disappeared. Do I consider myself punished for posting this? The idea is ridiculous.
You think its admin? Or just a manifestation of natural decay in a system that is not being maintained? I haven't been able to post anything for months now. WTF. How were you able to? Last time I was successful it took like 7 tries. Now no amount of trying produces results.
@Flyingsaucesir I'm not sure who or what it is but it is likely connected to changes in our accounts. Those that made the missing posts should be able to see their post is gone now. I see no benefit to admin or anyone on that level removing just a few posts. Before the entire post would vanish quickly or refuse to post at all. This is new.
@DenoPenno So the system is falling apart. Like everything else, it seems. BTW, I have substantially re-written my comment below. I was not at all satisfied with how I first expressed my thoughts. I think I have made some improvements. I hope you agree.
@Flyingsaucesir same here
To summarize, the impact of the grandfather's death on the granddaughter was such that she overdosed and died. And in a separate incident, Clay, who we know little about, except that his family didn't like him, also died. And apparently the location of his body is also a mystery. BTW, if there's no body, how do you know he's dead? But I get it, human suffering abounds. (I generally take it as evidence that there is no god.) And that's what inspires me the write the following:
Yesterday, the supine Republican majority in the US House of Representatives (the Nobel laureate economist Paul Krugman is calling them "sadistic zombies" ) passed a bill that will, if approved by the Senate and signed into law by Hair Gropenfuhrer, cause untold human suffering. Trump's bill threatens to strip healthcare from millions of poor Americans, give another big tax break to the rich, add trillions of dollars to the national debt, and possibly cause a global financial meltdown.
The economic peril we face is very real, and we know who has gotten the warning lights flashing. The uncertainty and chaos Trump has caused in the markets with his on-again, off-again tariffs is causing a slowdown in economic growth. Meanwhile, the national debt, which is currently 36 trillion dollars, will hit 40 trillion if the Senate were to sign on to Trump's greed and gross negligence.
The interest on our current debt is over trillion dollars annually, which is is more than we spend on defense ($880 billion) our biggest single discretionary expenditure. The tax break for the rich Trump is proposing would add another $4 trillion to the national debt, and this risky behavior is making investors nervous. Because of the chaos and uncertainty caused by Trump's recent actions, the government is now being forced to offer higher rates of return on T-bills (United States Treasury Bonds) in order to continue borrowing money.
If interest payments outstrip growth of the economy, economists say, then the debt spirals upward as investors demand even higher interest payments to offset their increased risk. It's a vicious cycle, and it spells disaster. Even the perception of a shaky financial structure can make lenders and creditors nervous, demanding more interest for loaning us money.
If the looming meltdown occurs, three things could happen, none of them good. One, we tighten our belts and go through an extended period of severe austerity. Two, we print money, spurring inflation, devaluing the dollar, and wiping out people's savings. Or three, we default on our debt, tell holders of US Treasury Bonds to pound sand. Any one of these options is very bad, and more than one could occur simultaneously. Stagflation, stalled job growth coupled with high inflation, is also a possibility. Or we could kick off a global depression, throwing millions of people into abject poverty. It would make the 2008 financial crisis look like a walk in the park. That's what the economists are forecasting, if this "big, beautiful bill," as His Felonious Malignancy affectionately refers to it, ever becomes law.
But what the hell, the richest man on Earth has already snatched food aid out of the mouths of millions of starving children. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?
"One or a dozen deaths? it's a tragedy. A million deaths? That's a statistic."
I'm quoting an old college chum, one of the guys with whom I climbed a bunch of mountains back in the late 70s and early 80s.
On one of our climbing trips, we were on our way to Mount Saint Helens (this is before the volcano blew its top), when we came as close to death as you can come and yet walk away unscathed.
We were in my little ½-ton pickup. Craig, the guy I quoted, was driving. Brian, another climbing buddy, was in the passenger seat. I was in the middle, with my feet on the hump. We were all excited to be on the road, heading to another adventure. We almost didn't make it to the trailhead.
The two-lane road we were on cut a slot through through the forests of south/central Washington. The trees that zipped by on either side of us formed an impenetrable palisade; no visibility beyond a few yards into the thicket of evergreens.
There are good reasons why you're supposed to stop at stop signs. Especially ones at blind intersections, where you can't see around the corner, can't see what's coming. Stopping at the appointed place makes it much less likely that you do what we did. It was a Y intersection, and there was one stop sign. We were supposed to stop. But we didn't. We were happily bouncing along on a country road, chatting, telling jokes, and singing songs. And then in a flash we were on a different road, and there was a big, 4-wheel-drive pickup truck barreling towards us in our lane. The driver of that pickup couldn't swerve back into his lane, because he was in the process of passing an even bigger truck, one hauling freshly-cut, 50-foot logs to a mill somewhere behind us.
If we had blown past that stop sign a second or two later, we would have plowed into either the logging truck or the pickup truck, or both. As it was, there was just enough time for the drivers of those two vehicles to react. The logging truck edged a little to his right; the pickup edged a little to his left, and we three happy idiots shot between them, like Moses parting the sea.
Whoever suggested that a camel can't pass through the eye of a needle didn't see us that day.
Some weeks before, another group of climbers had invited me to join them on a bid to scale the same mountain. But I had heard a weather forecast predicting a storm, so I declined the invitation. I warned my friends about the weather, but they liked their chances, and the group went up. Climbing up the southeast side, they couldn't see what was coming at them from the northwest. They were almost to the top when they were suddenly hit with gale-force winds and whiteout conditions. Even though all were equipped with crampons and ice axes, several climbers were blown over in their tracks. One guy was not able to self arrest. He slid over 1500 feet down a steep ice field, hitting some rocks on the way down. Luckily, his encounter with the rocks did not kill him. But it did put him in a wheelchair for months, and left him with lifelong injuries.
In mountaineering, one ignores a weather forecast at their own peril. The same is true for driving and stop signs. Lady luck might see you through unscathed, but then again, maybe not. (In 2023, highway fatalities in the USA numbered almost 41,000.)
However, in economics, luck is less of a factor. There are no days when, just by chance, two plus two does not equal four.
basically, what you are saying is that we're f*ck. i couldn't agree more.
@callmedubious If Trump's big, beautiful turd does pass, I think it will lead to the Dems taking both houses of Congress. Hope springs eternal.
Looks good.Mixing subjects is sometimes better than just sticking to one as a main. If subject matter is mixed a person might be able to see how the writer thinks along subjects in a more clear way. Just my ideas on it.
BTW, I've wanted to post some BS from my growing up days that in my opinion puts my parents looking like blathering idiots. One such incident is that as a child I would walk up the road with my grandma and we would all watch The Red Foley Show live from Springfield, Mo. at my uncle's house.That was impossible from where we lived but the show was re-broadcast 4 years later from a local station that we could get. My folks took the story as being some lie that I told and fantasy that I was stuck in. All they had to do was use common sense and talk to the adults. I lived with my grandma at the time and when we went to my uncle's just up the road for our TV night I think we both knew what we were watching. This was all a big issue my parents had and they never asked any adults about it one way or another. They knew their kid was a liar. I have other similar stories that will stick with me as long as I live.
@DenoPenno Don't get me started on my parents. Let's just say that they were young, well-meaning, but made some mistakes. For some time I thought I must have been adopted. As for technology, we lived out in the boondocks, and even with a very tall antenna our TV only received one channel. Our telephone was on a party line, where neighbors (whose house might be miles away) could pick up their handset and listen in on your calls. Each number had its own distinctive ring. People don't know what a party line is anymore.
@Flyingsaucesir and Deno Even in suburbia there is dysfunction. Happy childhood but weird. We had TV but it was upstairs in the small 4th bedroom. It had to move downstairs when it became apparent my twin and I could NOT reside in the same bedroom. Oh the fights we had!! Some may have read my comments about my MAGA nutter, religous, bigoted twin. Even when the TV went into the livingroom we did not get to watch it much. Some cartoons on Saturday morning. Mom listened to news radio. Dad's hobby was drawing and painting, he had a little studio set up in the back corner of the basement, he listened to WMMR the rock station broadcasting from Philly, classical, some opera but no country/western. All underlined with a dysfunctionality I only figured out in my 20s. Before I even figured it out I saw Harold and Maude, this was about a year after the movie came out.
It really taught me how to laugh at the absurd, moving 3,000 miles away when I was 20 was also a huge plus.
To the point (I first typed pinot, how freudian-lol), as a twin we had very different personalities and perspectives. On my own at 20 getting a TV was not high on things I needed list. Di, my twin, always had TV once on her own, which was some years after I flew the coop. VERY GOP and not open to the other pov. Our younger sister and I are much more alike in our thinking and world view, she's Wicca and has the same issues I have with Christianity.
Point of view and perspective. Oh, my Aunt Ida who lived a few blocks away had a party line our house di not. I still remember the old number 609-877-8137, when Mom passed our neice bought the house but did not keep the land line, but did keep the old black rotary dial phone that had sat on the bedside table in my parents bedroom.
Great story about the trip to Mt. St. Helens. I was on a vacation trip to WA State to visit the only person I knew on the west coast, he lived in Bremerton, WA. I was 20, flew out of Philadelphia, it was my first time flying and it was a gas!! I loved it. The real treat was flying into Seattle on a lovely cyrstal clear day in late July, the pilot did the fly around and Rainier was magnificent! Funny thing was it felt like I was coming home. I never returned to NJ to live, just visit. 10 years later I was working at the Seattle P-l newspaper when St. Helens erupted.
I did some crazy shit between 16-20 but once I was on my own with no parental parachute I was more button down, only minor dumb stuff. LOL
@silverotter11 On a separate trip, also with Craig and Brian, I climbed up to Camp Muir (elevation 10,188 ft.), on Mt. Rainier. We started hiking at around 4 am under a clear, cold sky. Not long after the sun came up, we all started shedding clothing. In addition to food and water, we were all carrying downhill skis, boots, and poles up the mountain, intending to ski back down. The climb proved to be hot work. The sun was beating down, and its reflection off the snow was blinding. We all had our dark glacier goggles and sunscreen, so this was not a problem. I took off my jacket and opened the fly on my wool pants. It wasn't long before the pants came off. At Camp Muir we rested, ate our sandwiches and prepared to ski down. I put my pants back on, and noticed I had a bit of a sunburn in the area that had probably never seen the sun, between the tan line high on the backs of my legs and the lower edge of my briefs. By the time we got back to Tacoma, a field of blisters has risen up, and I couldn't sit down. The blisters would pop and weep, then sort of heal, only to be replaced by another wave of blisters. This went on for more than a week. It was a valuable lesson: when applying sunscreen, omit NO exposed area, especially if it's one where the sun don't shine!
Are you twins identical or fraternal?
@Flyingsaucesir LOL!! The sun reflecting off the white snow will burn those amazingly fast!! We are identical and not mirror image. The University of Washington (Udub to locals) started a twin registry a while back, using a new thing when getting or renewing your drivers license; asking if you are a twin. I received the request in the mail and it wanted to know if they could contact my twin. Diane, my twin also signed up to the registry.
At some point they asked if we would provide a DNA sample, it was explained how it was secure, etc. I did it and so did my twin. The request also wanted to know whether I wanted to be notified if the DNA results showed we were not identical. I replied, "fuck yeah! It would go a long way to explaining my Mom's behavior. LOL'"
So, it is confirmed we are identical. The whole thing was started because medical research and such finds the use of twins helpful.
It is odd to look at some baby pictures and not know which one is me.
@silverotter11 The term "identical twins" is misleading, because even though two people may share the same genes, there is always a little variation in the way the genes are expressed. And as the years pass, the slight differences in gene expression accumulate, and thus become more noticeable. However, twin studies can still provide valuable insights, especially in cases where twins are separated at birth, on the subject of nature versus nurture. NASA is not wasting the opportunity to study their twin astronauts, one of whom has spent significantly more time in space than the other. Having a twin to compare to is probably as close as scientists will ever come to having a control in physiological or psychological studies.