Portland General Math

Portland General Math

I get an electric bill every month. I looked at this one and noticed their math doesn't add up. Color me amused.

Hour of the Wolf

Songleikr | Ulvetime (Hour of the Wolf)
Christopher Juul

Via Riders of Skaith

Iceland Spar: the Mineral That Changed Science

Previous posts about the solar compass.

Healthcare in the Early 1900s

Healthcare in the Early 1900s
Doc Schmidt  

I was just going to email this to my family and the lunch bunch on account of we're all up to our ears in the medical-industrial complex, but then I figured that's probably half the country, which means you might appreciate it.

The Gods of the Copybook Headings - Repost

Copybook Headings
Doug Moreland - Topic

Reposting this because I'm in that kind of mood today.

I came across this Bayou Renaissance Man. Color me impressed. Here's the written version:

The Gods of the Copybook Headings

Rudyard Kipling

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,

I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.

Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn

That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:

But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,

So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,

Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,

But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come

That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch.

They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch.

They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings.

So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.

They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.

But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life

(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)

Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,

By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;

But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

 

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew,

And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true

That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four—

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man—

There are only four things certain since Social Progress began:—

That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,

And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins

When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,

As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,

The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

 Actual copybook headings here.

Links

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• AI Imaging is a Pox, a Fraud and a Thief by Mike on The Online Photographer
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• First Big Test for NASA's Lucy Satellite Wednesday Afternoon ET from The Silicon Graybeard

Propaganda

Propaganda Machine

It doesn't matter what you believe and it doesn't matter who you vote for. It doesn't even matter if you vote for the Republicans or the Democrats. All your well reasoned discourse on who's been good, who's been bad and who ought to be thrown in the hoosegow counts for diddly squat. The only thing that matters is who is in charge of the narrative being pumped out by the major media outlets. That's what decides elections and that's how the kleptocrats who are bleeding this country dry keep hold of the reins of power.

Elon made a good start by buying Twitter, but it's just a start. I don't know if there are any right thinking individuals with enough clout to take over The New York Times and the big three broadcast networks.

I'm not sure whether the guys who are controlling the narrative are even aware of what they are doing. They might just be going by the numbers - we shovel shit out the door and people eat it up. The more people eat it up, the more advertising revenue we collect, the more revenue we collect, the more power we accrue, so keep shoveling that shit, you peon reporters.