imagine, a thousand Trump's or one thousand Biden's 'gunned' down for every ONE Palestinian child mudered -- That's pretty good 1 to 1000 ratio . . . let the AR-15s rip!
Israel has committed yet another atrocity on a refugee camp it designated a safe zone, killing many civilians and then rescuers in a follow-up attack, so naturally our leaders are mad at… Russia.
Let’s be honest, you could copy and paste this opening line and use it in an article pretty much every day and it would be just as relevant. We are living in the worst possible version of Groundhog Day, one where Israel decided it would be a great idea to blow up a tent city because… well, it’s Israel we’re talking about.
The casualty numbers at al-Mawasi refugee camp are so high, the partially intact Nasser hospital is unable to take any more injured and the likelihood is many saveable people will die from their wounds. One poor woman lost her entire family and wailed: "They're all gone, my whole family's gone… Where are my brothers? They're all gone, they're all gone! There's no one left. Our children are in pieces, they are in pieces!” How the hell do you deal with a trauma like that?
Venting your spleen, raging against the machine may be therapeutic for you, but for your Gentle Readers, how about a little candle on how to get out of this dark tunnel, too?!
Ahh, which Empire and which tyrant could we have been born under.
Look, I had a good time at the Special Olympics for Oregon. We got a bronze and best in sportmanship.
THat's pretty fucking amazing, each individual story is a candle that is brighter than any Bush points of a thousand lights.
Struggle, broken in so many ways, family and friends carrying the extra burdern, but everyone supports everyone, no matter how competitive the teams are.
So, multiply this ten thousand fold?
Ahh, just bearing witness and unburdening my heart should be a glimmer of hope. What's the alternative. A sit-com world of fucking Norman Lear or Lorne Michaels?
Just watching the crows last night, man, purely inspiring. That's how it works, Bevan, I know you know that.
Thank you for the link to that fascinating test of crow problem solving. I hope they survive our demise. Here’s a picture of a crow “praying” in front of our suburban home in Petaluma, CALIFORNIA
Sorry, I can’t find a way to attach a picture I took about 9 am, mid June, 2024 of a lone crow who, after examining the neighbor’s yard, walked over to our yard and went up close to the wall looked upward and held this pose for possibly 5 minutes, then flew away. I examined the ground where he stood. It’s slightly smoothed out. I’m sure this is a routine, perhaps seasonally
During the California heat wave of 1906, Baldassare Forestiere dug a home underground with just a pickax and shovel. He spent 40 years excavating 10 acres of rooms, tunnels, a chapel, an underground aquarium, and courtyards to experiment with underground farming.
With no budget, he mixed mortar from the dirt he dug out, creating his own concrete and bricks. Despite continuing to work as a day laborer during the day (mostly digging irrigation ditches), by the 1920s, he had completed about 50 subterranean rooms.
A Sicilian immigrant to Fresno, California, Forestiere had planned to farm citrus until discovering that his 80 acres of “hardpan” soil were unusable for planting. Digging as far as 20 feet below the surface, Forestiere reached depths where the soil was good, and his trees were protected from Fresno’s extreme summer heat and winter frosts. After about 20 years of digging and underground farming, he could quit his day job and live off the fruits of his subterranean orchards.
Despite having just a fourth-grade education and no architectural training, Forestiere - inspired by the catacombs of Rome - built arches for support, and to this day, none of his underground construction has collapsed. In areas where he wanted more natural cooling (like near stoves), he created cone-shaped openings to encourage the venturi effect, pushing the hot air out and sucking the cooler air down.
His underground home had a kitchen with a wood-burning stove, an ice box and a dining room, winter and summer bedrooms, many skylights, a subterranean fish pond, a car garage for guests, and a three-floor aquarium with an underground glass viewing area. He had plans to open an underground resort to the public as a place to cool off in the summer, but he died before it was completed. His brother and family took over the site, and today it’s open to the public.
Israel has committed yet another atrocity on a refugee camp it designated a safe zone, killing many civilians and then rescuers in a follow-up attack, so naturally our leaders are mad at… Russia.
Let’s be honest, you could copy and paste this opening line and use it in an article pretty much every day and it would be just as relevant. We are living in the worst possible version of Groundhog Day, one where Israel decided it would be a great idea to blow up a tent city because… well, it’s Israel we’re talking about.
The casualty numbers at al-Mawasi refugee camp are so high, the partially intact Nasser hospital is unable to take any more injured and the likelihood is many saveable people will die from their wounds. One poor woman lost her entire family and wailed: "They're all gone, my whole family's gone… Where are my brothers? They're all gone, they're all gone! There's no one left. Our children are in pieces, they are in pieces!” How the hell do you deal with a trauma like that?
https://www.councilestatemedia.uk/p/israel-bombs-refugee-tents-and-then
Karma -- A drone and missile taking Trump out . . .
https://richardmedhurst.substack.com/p/breaking-donald-trump-shot-israel
Venting your spleen, raging against the machine may be therapeutic for you, but for your Gentle Readers, how about a little candle on how to get out of this dark tunnel, too?!
Ahh, which Empire and which tyrant could we have been born under.
Look, I had a good time at the Special Olympics for Oregon. We got a bronze and best in sportmanship.
THat's pretty fucking amazing, each individual story is a candle that is brighter than any Bush points of a thousand lights.
Struggle, broken in so many ways, family and friends carrying the extra burdern, but everyone supports everyone, no matter how competitive the teams are.
So, multiply this ten thousand fold?
Ahh, just bearing witness and unburdening my heart should be a glimmer of hope. What's the alternative. A sit-com world of fucking Norman Lear or Lorne Michaels?
Just watching the crows last night, man, purely inspiring. That's how it works, Bevan, I know you know that.
Example:
https://youtu.be/Gui3IswQ0DI?si=xWYbBxe7TiYtEpK9
Thank you for the link to that fascinating test of crow problem solving. I hope they survive our demise. Here’s a picture of a crow “praying” in front of our suburban home in Petaluma, CALIFORNIA
PS. Sorry, I can’t find it now. Later 🤗
Sorry, I can’t find a way to attach a picture I took about 9 am, mid June, 2024 of a lone crow who, after examining the neighbor’s yard, walked over to our yard and went up close to the wall looked upward and held this pose for possibly 5 minutes, then flew away. I examined the ground where he stood. It’s slightly smoothed out. I’m sure this is a routine, perhaps seasonally
I've watched entire murders of crows do the funeral procession for a dead brother.
Talked to these folks a long time ago:
https://blog.ncascades.org/naturalist-notes/gifts-of-the-crow/
I despise Ted, but here you go. I also saw both the artist and writer in Seattle live:
https://youtu.be/0fiAoqwsc9g?si=AJem-1oZST3jnQbV
Here, five parts, part one linked here:
https://youtu.be/ptx1rBE1IL8?si=WuCVIENYfPrvV_I5
We should never get accustomed to the inhumaity of Isreali,,,
Nor should we kind to for public servants loving Israel move than they love us.
We will never know the truth about yesterday, except for the fact that everyone involved is lying.
Just like when JFK got hit.
Just like the Vietnam War
Just like we went to the moon
Just like Waco
Just like everything else
Whatever they're saying is a lie.
Hope? This is amazing. Scale scale scale this up
https://youtu.be/mUKRPoQKynk?si=wC8bN6CVtkWRsIIM
(Note: Thanks to Joe the Farmer in Merced.)
During the California heat wave of 1906, Baldassare Forestiere dug a home underground with just a pickax and shovel. He spent 40 years excavating 10 acres of rooms, tunnels, a chapel, an underground aquarium, and courtyards to experiment with underground farming.
With no budget, he mixed mortar from the dirt he dug out, creating his own concrete and bricks. Despite continuing to work as a day laborer during the day (mostly digging irrigation ditches), by the 1920s, he had completed about 50 subterranean rooms.
A Sicilian immigrant to Fresno, California, Forestiere had planned to farm citrus until discovering that his 80 acres of “hardpan” soil were unusable for planting. Digging as far as 20 feet below the surface, Forestiere reached depths where the soil was good, and his trees were protected from Fresno’s extreme summer heat and winter frosts. After about 20 years of digging and underground farming, he could quit his day job and live off the fruits of his subterranean orchards.
Despite having just a fourth-grade education and no architectural training, Forestiere - inspired by the catacombs of Rome - built arches for support, and to this day, none of his underground construction has collapsed. In areas where he wanted more natural cooling (like near stoves), he created cone-shaped openings to encourage the venturi effect, pushing the hot air out and sucking the cooler air down.
His underground home had a kitchen with a wood-burning stove, an ice box and a dining room, winter and summer bedrooms, many skylights, a subterranean fish pond, a car garage for guests, and a three-floor aquarium with an underground glass viewing area. He had plans to open an underground resort to the public as a place to cool off in the summer, but he died before it was completed. His brother and family took over the site, and today it’s open to the public.