Tuesday, 29 October 2019

(It's Lemminkäinen's day!)



Highlights

* Oxymoron of the day: Moderate Democrat
* Democrats are best described by one of Joseph's sharpest observations: Hit pigeons flutter.
* Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer have just sealed their doom! (TREASON!)

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What's NOT in the news? (anymore)

     Remember Fukushima? (Oh, yeah! Right. Fukushima. Whatever happened to that?) Remember the terrible, Chernobyl-like meltdown and explosions? (Yeah, that was bad.) Remember the Pacific fishing that would be impacted for centuries? Heard anything about it lately? No? Why?
     I was working near Seattle back then, and had a roommate who was wringing his hands over the doomsday current of radioactivity headed our way, and the contaminated fish populations. I told, "Don't worry. Nothing will come of it, and it will be completely forgotten within a few months." I wonder whether he believes me now.

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Greg Jay reads Immanuel Velikovsy

     This is worth your time.


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HOLY COW!


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Fascinating!

     As I recently learned from my oldest that I don't REALLY speak Schwäbisch (the south-west dialect of German); I just sound like it. I can mimick the accent pretty well. (Actually, it's difficult for me to NOT sound Schwäbisch.) But, when it comes to actually speaking Schwäbisch, I'm lost. I just don't understand. It's really a different language from German.
     And not just Schwäbisch, but Platt, and a few others, too. You see, the various dialects of German differ much more than, say, the various versions of English. You see, with very little mental effort, you could easily communicate with someone from, say, Manchester, Mumbai, or Adelaide. But, the dialects of German are much more different from one another than that.
     Take, for example, to speak. In Schwäbisch, it's schwetzen. In Platt, it's snacken. In high German, it's sprechen.
     In one region of Germany, the diminutive (cassette vs. case) is formed by appending -chen (Hund -> Hündchen), while, in another, it's formed by appending -lein (Frau -> Fräulein). In Schwäbisch, this is abbreviated to just -le (Moment -> Momentle).
     But there are 'mere' accent differences, too. For example, in high German (so called because it hails from the highlands of Germany) the word, twenty (zwanzig, in German), is pronounced tsvantsikh. And that kh is pronounced just like you may have heard in Arabic names such as Khaled, somewhere between a k and an h, almost like you're trying to clear your throat. In Schwäbisch, it's pronounced (their protestations notwithstanding), more like tsvanzig. But, in the Frankfurt area, the same word is pronounced tzvantsish, while, further north, in Platt, it's pronounced tsvantsik.
     So, why am I telling you all this?
     Because, as it turns out, linguists have fairly recently concluded that these subtle differences in pronunciation are the traces of their own branch of the Indo-European language family. And just look what their map of affected areas covers! YES! Germany!


     And just why would that be important?
     Well, I AM a bit of a purist where language is concerned. I mean, surely you've noticed by now how much emphasis I place on the proper definitions, applications (It's recognized, not realized!), and even pronunciations, of words we use, especially those we use often. (Ever wonder why EVERYONE pronounces iron as EYE-earn? Or why February is FEB-you-wary? Even comfortable became COMF-turble. And don't even get me started on nuclear!)
     I've long taught my kids (being a home-schooling dad) that the name Cicero is pronounced KIKero, not SISSero. Why? Look up the Latin alphabet. Find any Ks there? Newp! Why? Because the Latin C was the same as the Greek K. Thus, Tacitus would have been pronounced by him as TAKitooss, not TASSitooss. Just as the famous oracle was at DELfee, not DELfye. Why? Because the Greeks pronounced their Is as we do our Es. It was the Latins who pronounced their Is as Ys. But Delphi was not in Italy. It was in Greece.
     And that article traces the reasons for such differences, not to mention supporting my claim.
     Oh! What? You think I'm kidding? You've never heard this before? You think, if this were so, you'd've surely heard it somwhere? No. You wouldn't. Not unless you're a language scholar and/or go looking for such things yourself (which, arguably, makes you a scholar of some stripe). Think I'm kidding? Read this!


     Now, remember this. It'll be important pretty soon. When you start hearing of some very remarkable things, things that it's just human nature to assume you would surely have heard something about over the course of your life if they were true, but didn't. Remember this.
     We truly have been living in The Matrix, an environment deliberately forged by a powerful elite determined to keep us in the dark about a great many things. And these blinders that we've been wearing cover not only government activities and history, but even religion and science. After all, especially in a nation with our 2nd amendment, if they want to ensure their ability to impose their will on us peons, then they must always have the upper hand where science, especially science that can be weaponized (and what science can't?) is concerned. And the only way to do that is to fabricate a false science, and a false religion, with which to placate us, even dissuade us from pursuing any further lest we, too, find such knowledge as they have hidden away in their many, many secret labs.
     And this is evidenced by the many scientists who have faced uphill battles against superiors evidently determined to suppress truth in the face of overwhelming evidence, scientists such as Immanuel Velikovsky, Halton Arp, Pierre-Marie Robitaille, Eric Dollard, Anthony Peratt, and many others. And there have been others who died, often under questionable circumstances, or who simply disappeared, never to be mentioned again in any public document. They simply vanished as if they never existed.
     And, no, I'm NOT talking about the sorts of cranks who supposedly find some way to get 100 miles per gallon out of a dump truck. Anthony Peratt, the acknowledged authority in his field, wrote a book, and was immediately punished for supposedly revealing classified, military secrets. All his book did was show how his experiments with plasma discharges almost perfectly match the figures the ancients carved on 'newspaper' rocks. That's a military secret?!
     Immanuel Velikovsky single-handedly took on practically every branch of science, and dealt them a devastating blow, calling into question practically everything anyone could call 'accepted' science. And he received death threats for it. They tried their level best to silence and destroy him.
     Eric Dollard, who has repeatedly proven his credentials, not to mention exposing the many ways in which textbook electronics, and even physics, is just flat wrong, keeps running afoul of various government agencies that just don't like his line of research, so they keep confiscating all his gear, once even taking his home, car, and DOG.
     Pierre-Marie, known as the father of the (modern) MRI machine, got so frustrated that he resorted to taking out a full-page ad in the New York Times to promote his ideas. Fortunately for him, the public backlash against academia over the handling of Velkovsky persuaded his opponents to try to just ignore him intsead. Now, he's making some pretty significant inroads into solar physics. And I can tell you that they are none too happy about this intrusion into their little enclave.
     And then there's poor Halton Arp. I mean, he did pretty well after having been drummed out of NASA for his ideas. ESA picked him up, so he continued working in his field. And the evidence suggests that they took him seriously, but even they are being very careful where his work is concerned. They apparently don't want to rock the boat too much. But they clearly think the moon is hollow, and are pursuing that angle.

     So, back to my point: There is a power trying to keep truth far from us. And they've been very successful at it so far.

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Another case in point:

     Remember me telling you that the Titanic was a hit-job?


     I don't buy the fire theory. It would have been insane to proceed under those circumstances. I believe there were several smallish bombs. No one would have even noticed them on a new ship, especially if they were disguised to look like some sort of nautical gear. But, just as with so many other so-called disasters, there were just too many coincidences, including the high probability that the Titanic was actually her own sister ship, the Olympic, to just brush it all off as human mispercetpion or mortal memory flaws.
     Did you know Captain Smith didn't even want to be there? He'd wanted to retire, and had to postpone retirement until after the Titanic's maiden voyage because his employer assigned him this last task. Curiously, the White Star Line then told the papers that they had Smith piloting the Titanic until it could be replaced. But why would it need to be replaced?
     Then there were the missing lifeboats, missing lifejackets, disorganized evacuation, even missing binoculars for the lookouts. Sure. It's a new boat. Things are still getting settled. But, with so many capable people involved, you'd think some of them would see to their own stations and needs. Lookouts would certainly have procured binoculars somewhere somehow. But they didn't. Almost as if they were being set up for failure.
     There was also a submarine. Clearly. There were several reports of a searchlight coming right out of the water, not from high up, as if on another ship. And it didn't follow the Titanic from Europe; it met them from Greenland. But it didn't sink the Titanic; it was only there to observe and confirm. And it's not the first or last submarine to be stolen and used by Hydra. (I'll just call them Hydra from now on.) (I wonder if the author who thought that up knew how close he was.) And you'll be hearing more about these submarines (Yeah, I know, right? Here we are back at submarines again. They just keep on coming up.) (No pun intended.) in the near future, too, I expect, as two of them recently participated in what was apparently an attempt to start a nuclear war. And this, too, like that searchlight, was seen, and even photographed, by many. But you never hear about it, do you?

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From my playlist

     Familiar with the Belgian nightingale, Lara Fabian? Well, you will be now!

Je suis malade
No. I do not speak French. (But I do understand a bit.)

Adiago


Ici (Right Here)
Don't worry about not understanding the lyrics; they're pretty pointless anyway.

And, my favorite:
Leila
The lyrics make little sense until you learn she's part Arabic, and kinda sees herself this way: (but, hey, what girl doesn't, right?)

The gold of an oriental night flows
The fragrance of so sweet orange blossoms
Jasmine tea scents the skin
Thousands of diamonds roll
Sitting like an image at the water's edge
Its coppery skin attracts even the boats
She is too beautiful, these walls too high
Even if she is faithful to their desires
She would like to be able to choose
To live like a queen
Or to be a siren
When the day comes up
Night falls on your knees
The craziest of dreams shines on his neck
On the roof of the palace she picks stars
Leila the angels have sails
She learned to speak that language
That only sultans have the right to learn
Veiled eyes, half-naked body
She dances and without any restraint
Smiles but thinks from
To live but as a queen
Or be a siren
When the day comes up
Night falls on your knees
The craziest of dreams shines on his neck
On the roof of the palace she picks stars
Leila the angels have sails
She feels like a bird
Would leave but would come back soon
She could finally choose
To live more freely Leila
She will finally choose to live like a queen
Or be a siren
When the day comes up
Night falls on your knees
The craziest of dreams shines on his neck
On the roof of the palace she picks stars
Leila the angels have sails
When the day comes up
Night falls on your knees
The craziest of dreams shines on his neck
On the roof of the palace she picks stars
Leila the angels have sails
Leila Leila Leila

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~~ Marcus Aurelius ~~