2500 New Towns

A day ago, I overheard a news item on TV: the USA has allowed 10 million people into the country during the three years Joe, what’s his name, has been in office. I was driving with the radio on when I heard that, and at the very moment I heard the number 10 million, I passed a new population sign for the Village of Frankfort, 20,000. When I first moved here there were only 4000 of us. My gosh, I thought, how many towns like Frankfort, have to be started in order to accommodate 4000 new people. The math is simple: ten million divided by four thousand. The answer is 2500. I thought about the immensity of creating 2500 new towns all with a population of 4000 people. Frankfort is over 150. years old and it took that many years to grow to 4000, and another thirty-three years to grow from 4000 to 20,000. No matter how I look at the math, setting up house for that many new residents is a huge chore. Take for instance the Biden approach of spreading the new folks around to the states, it still means starting a new city with 200,000 people in every one of the fifty states.

To make things more manageable what if I take it one step further and ask how many people would be added to every city, village, and town in the United States? There are 19,495 registered places within the country. If we do it right it will place 513 new residents in every one. Does your city have the resources to place 513 new people in housing? Does your city have enough business to give that many families work? About the only ones not complaining are the churches, they will happily take the job on. What if your town is one that has only 500 people. Your population will double overnight.

Until the time we can get this surge under control, we will see tent cities pop up in every state and city. Assuming that a tent city can safely house 100 people, it will take 100,000 tent cities to house them. What about feeding them? Or about disposing of human waste? At the beginning I was not very sympathetic to the Democrat mayors of all big cities like Chicago bitching about not having enough resources to handle the problem. It is a sign of failure on the part of democratic leadership I said. Now, I see where they are coming from. The problem, however does not directly lie with the leaders of cities and towns. They did not cause the problem. The cause is not following existing immigration laws, and the root cause of that is Joe what’s his name.

When Obama ran for his first term in 2007, I heard an interview with his Pastor, Jeremiah Wright. Wright was asked about Obama’s unadvertised policy to re-distribute the wealth. I remember Wright dodging the question with, “I don’t know about that, but a whole lot of poor people are gonna be helped,” or something like that. The problem Obama had was he was too chicken shit to do what had to be done to make that happen. He didn’t want to become a martyr like Martin Luther King. Along came “that’s a big fuckin deal,” Biden, who doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground, and he figures he’ll just start an uncontrollable disaster of people coming in that will flood the country and put the Cloward-Piven strategy into motion. The goal is to turn the country into a tyranny. The Tyrant in charge will lead the population by the nose to wherever he wants them. He will be supported in this effort by an army of bureaucrats who have been armed to the teeth to defend the government. I believe that Obama is still in charge, and now he is pulling BIden’s strings and controlling things. He’s smart enough to know that Biden will do the dirty work and Obama will reach his goal without becoming a martyr.

Disasters are welcomed by democratic leaders, as we learned from Rahm Imanuel when he used Winston Churchill’s phrase “Never let a good crisis go to waste.” The current flood of people into the country is a crisis, and the Democrats are lining up to put the strangle hold on the rest of us so we can become their pocket pets. What will happen is that those of us who are being robbed of anything we might have will be placed into abject slavery, and this time it won’t all be black people from African countries.

What will you name the new town coming to your neighborhood?

Some Drugs Really Do Good

Over the last two months, I have been suffering intense pain in the right shoulder. Finally, I made an appointment with a doctor to find help. Simple things in life, like threading a belt through the seven belt loops on a pair of jeans, had become unbearable. I actually learned to thread the belt before I put on the pants. I had to put my right arm into a coat jacket first. Cleaning. myself on the toilet became an impossible task. The worst pains happened while sleeping. No matter how I twisted and turned to find a spot where the right arm felt comfortable it lasted for only seconds.

Throughout my life, I have self-treated muscle and tendon pains using ibuprofen, cold, heat, and rest, but this time none of that worked. I had to get help. I had a regular visit scheduled with my Primary Care doctor two weeks ago and drove to his office only to learn that he has been out because of illness and woudn’t return until sometime in April. I complained that it would have been nice to know that. The receptionist said they left a voice mail. Knowing me, I didn’t recognize his phone number and blew it off as a SPAM call. Not satisfied, I asked if anyone was covering for him. “Yes,” she said but “he is on vacation. Would you like me to make an appointment for you?”

“Don’t bother,” I said. “It is time for me to find a new doctor closer to home.” I hated to do this because he has been my primary for forty years, and we have become friends, but I do drive twenty-five miles one way to get to his office, and a new clinic just opened four miles from home. I called and made an appointment as soon as I got home.

The new doctor is young, probably in his forties, which I like because it’ll be hard to outlive him. He is only ten years out of medical school, which makes him current in medicine. After ten minutes of record review, discussion, and examination I explained that I just completed set of blood tests for my previous doctor and that the results are on MyChart. The previous doctor and the new doctor are in different organizations. I was surprised because he dialed them up and there they were. “I am impressed, the medical profession is finally catching up to the rest of the world in technology,” I said. He smiled and said, “we do our best.” Then he asked if I drink. “Of course I do,” was my reply. “You may want to cut back because it is proven that alcohol shrinks the brain which leads to dimentia.” I did not want to hear that at all!

Next, he told me what I had was tendonitis, but he will send me for an x-ray to make sure. He won’t send me for an MRI even though that is a more accurate picture of the bones, muscles and tendons because my insurance won’t pay. That was not happy news, because my Medicare is the best(it is the only) insurance in the country for taking care of seniors. I didn’t want to hear of them denying payment because of my age. He also recommended taking medication. His first choice was a drug which I don’t remember the name of but sounded like it was souped up Ibuprofen. I told him I would rather not be taking something that has made me bleed from various organs in the past. The next choice was methylprednisolone( mfg in China), a fancy word for prednesone, and I told him that it is hard on the stomach. What I didn’t tell him is that my wife had a terrible experience with prednesone and considered it the same as poison. I chose the prednesone.

It has been twenty-four hours since I began taking this drug, and I noticed it working within one hour of swallowing the first pill. WOW! What a relief. I also received a phone call from the doctor’s assistant, who reported to me that the x-ray confirmed that I had arthritis and tendinosis. I never heard of tendinosis before, so I looked it up. It is the same as tendinitis, except that tendinitis can be cured quickly (4-5 weeks), and tendinosis is a long-term cure, like 5-6 months, and must include physical therapy to strengthen the muscles and stretch the tendons of the shoulder.

Since I have not been doing anything physical like riding my bicycle, which has caused this condition in the past, I have been digging in my brain for other possibilities. One thing has come to mind: typing on the computer. In the past few weeks I have been diligently working on my novel and writing thousands of words by pressing thousands of keys. How does moving your fingers get you tendonitis of the shoulder, you ask? I can feel strain on the muscles in my right wrist and sometimes it reaches up to the elbow. That is still not the shoulder is it? But what if the ergonomics of my key board is placing a strain on the shoulder at the same time all of those finger muscles are straining the wrist to the elbow to the shoulder? There is a song lyric that explains the physiology of the human skeleton that tells the whole story.

Dem bones,

Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Now shake dem skeleton bones!

The toe bone’s connected to the foot bone,
The foot bone’s connected to the ankle bone,
The ankle bone’s connected to the leg bone,
Now shake dem skeleton bones!

The leg bone’s connected to the knee bone,
The knee bone’s connected to the thigh bone,
The thigh bone’s connected to the hip bone,
Now shake dem skeleton bones!

Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones,
Now shake dem skeleton bones!

The hip bone’s connected to the back bone
The back bone’s connected to the neck bone,
The neck bone’s connected to the head bone,
Now shake dem skeleton bones!

The finger bone’s connected to the hand bone,
The hand bone’s connected to the arm bone,
The arm bone’s connected to the shoulder bone,
Now shake dem skeleton bones!

Dem bones, dem bones gonna walk around
Dem bones, dem bones, gonna walk around
Dem bones, dem bones, gonna walk around
Now shake dem skeleton bones!

Two Hours Wasted

Last night I did what I promised myself I would not do. I watched the senior citizen tell me what a great job he is doing. Except he is not. I gave him forty-five minutes of energy before he began to lose it nationwide. I was off by ten minutes. He lasted longer than I predicted. I am four years older than him and I don’t have a lick of political experience to match his fifty years in Washington, but I would do a much better job of running the country than he has done. What I enjoyed the most about his speech occurred when he turned to the Red side of the room and began heckling back and forth with them.

Vice President Kamala Harris gets my nod for her continuous standing ovation. However, she loses to Nancy on the springy stand-up.

Looking at all the tired, old, and wrinkled faces of our government made the biggest impression of the night. Chuck Schummer wins the “most wrinkled face of all” contest beating out a box of Sunsweet’s best prunes. At least Nancy spent a few hours moisturizing her face to a smooth shiny sheen. One of the supremes stood out as one longing for recognition. Justice Ketanji Brown Jackson stood alone at the end watching the wrinkles pass her by without so much as a hint of recognition. I give the House speaker credit for his ability to match Nancy and her ability to express what she is thinking without uttering a sound.

The only thing I give Biden an atta boy on is his theft of pushing for childcare for young kids of working moms. This is clearly stolen from Ivanka Trump who pushed her father for the same thing. I thought his screaming about making the rich pay more taxes was wasted energy. Obviously he has never been told that the Trump tax cuts helped the country not hurt it. What will we gain by extracting a few billion dollars from the rich and then spending a few trillion to balance the deal?

Waiting an hour for the man to arrive made me feel that his importance overshadowed my time. His speech made me feel like he was angry with me for living and for showing up. After all, the King does not answer to his serfs. We all live to serve him and his stupid policies. DON’T WE??? The answer is a big fat NO, he serves us.

If I were the House Speaker, I wouldn’t have torn the speech in half like Nancy did, I would have set fire to it on the dias.

I predict we won’t see or hear from Joe Biden for the next two weeks because he’ll be on vacation recovering from his effort.

PSA-240304A-Scary Experiment

In the attached video, an experiment is carried out with a small 1.5V lithium battery cell. Take a good look at the state of the container that contained the water! 

In an electric car, all the batteries represent 400 volts direct current and weigh a minimum of 180 kg. (396 Lbs) It’s in English but the images are enough to explain the phenomenon. Lithium mixed with water explodes and releases enormous intensity of heat. This is why firefighters can’t put out a fire on an electric car! Some public garages do not allow EV to park.

People who own electric cars, are you aware that you are sitting on a potential bomb? I’m sure you will argue that your car batteries are safely encased in a something that is water proof. However, the propensity for unexplained electric car fires implies that if the battery case is leaky and water penetrates the lithium inside, you may have a giant, uncontrollable fire under your ass.

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