This week we have a classic alignment: Saturn (retrograde) aligned with Mars through the earth. This is the alignment that was used in that ur-example of how to make unfalsifiable prophecies “if you invade, a great empire will be destroyed.” Since then, this alignment now has the additional reading of “don’t take the advice of an astrologer.”
The sun and Mars in cancer indicates that there will be trouble arising from being put in an uncomfortable situation. Mercury in Leo bring royal proclamations and sudden mood swings between affection and disdain. The moon and Venus in Gemini indicates variability and duplicity, and it also indicates that success in dating comes from lying. Because it is very difficult to distinguish between objective and subjective cases in astrology, I’m uncertain as to whether this is advice for someone who wants to be more successful, or a warning for someone that their (potential) partner is full of shit.
As for the cards, there will be warning signs on Monday, which may be easy to disregard. The reason you might overlook them is that things will go really well at the beginning of the week, but those hinted-at problems will become a full-blown shitshow by the end. However, there is a definite path that winds up with you being successful bigly.
Cancer: Ace of Coins reversed – Mo’ money, Mo’ problems; bad intelligence
Leo: Ace of Wands reversed – Fall, decadence, ruin, perdition
Virgo: 5 of Cups – Loss but something remains, focusing on the negative of a situation, inheritance, frustration in marriage
Libra: The World – Assured success, voyage, change of place
Scorpio: 2 of Swords – Conformity, courage, affection, intimacy, concord in a state of arms
Sagittarius: The Hermit reversed – Concealment, disguise, unreasoned caution
Capricorn: 2 of Cups reversed – False love, folly, misunderstanding
Aquarius: Ace of Cups reversed – False heart, mutation, instability, revolution
Pisces: King of Cups reversed – Dishonest man, roguery, injustice, vice, scandal
Aries: 10 of Coins – Gain, riches, home, family matters
Taurus: 4 of Wands reversed – increase, felicity, beauty, embellishment
Gemini: Knight of Swords – Skill, bravery, capacity, wrath, destruction, defense, ruin, resistance
I’m wondering how one would cast a horoscope for me. I was born over the course of three consecutive days; they had to handle me in sections.
But you got better?
Of course. They determined that the problem was premature birth, so they put me back and I was born again a month later.
Huh. That is actually an interesting question.
I would cast two horoscopes, and apply them in a “Right Hand/Left Hand” fashion. I think the one from your second birth would be the right-hand one. Think of Right hand/Left Hand being the analog to public/private or the Japanese “honne tatemae.” The other wrinkle is that the right-hand aspects are those you most commonly exercise, and the left hand is your reserves, or stress responses.
That story + news letter + starting a cult = profit
If I had no scruples whatsoever I’d have started my own religion already.
Virgo: 5 of Cups – Loss but something remains, focusing on the negative of a situation, inheritance, frustration in marriage,
Anything else?
Sagittarius: The Hermit reversed – Concealment, disguise, unreasoned caution
Reversed? That’s standard operating procedure, here at the Fortress of Solitude.
I turned in a resume to management of Friday to apply for a position within their ranks. I have been debating doing this for years. I’m fairly positive the position is mine if I want it, and I think I want it, but I have uncertainty.
What do the cards say, Not Adahn.
-gemini
Are you going to have to wear a tie and turn in your tools? (no euphamism)?
No. We dont operate like that out here.
The job I’m looking at is the melt/cast maintenance dept supervisor.
I would have 20 people working under my direction. 8 electricians and 12 mechanics.
My primary responsibility is going to involve identifying what jobs need to be done and when and assigning the right people with the rights skills to those jobs.
I’ll end up turning wrenches and reading meters when there are problems that go beyond the skill sets of the people I have available at any point in time.
I’m sure there is a lot more beurocratic type stuff that I will have to deal with that I dont know about yet, but that is the meat of the job.
I assume (hope) it also comes with the benefit of not having to work the holidays and crazy hours you do now?
That’s probably the biggest benefit. I’ll work about 48 hours a week all on day shift. No more rotating nights and days. I’ll only have to cover weekends once every 2 months or so. Very few holidays.
The hours will be vastly more flexible.
I’ll get to make it to almost all my boy’s games instead of less than half. Being home every night will help the relationship with the wife.
Good for you, man. It sounds like it’s a position you’ve earned, and while there will no doubt be some aspects that aren’t very pleasant, I bet you’ll excel. Go for it and don’t look back.
Good luck, but it sounds like the kind of make-work job they have in flyover country. Not a real job like the poetry/puppeteer dual major in Brooklyn mixing the non-gmo mayonnaise or the woman who prepares economic statistics for AOC.
Will you be managing-managing them? Doing performance reviews, initiating disciplinary actions, dealing with grievances, all that? IIRC, you’re in a union shop.
Congratulations and good luck!
If you go that route, start thinking about what you want to do & what you don’t want to do, what you’ll need to either achieve or give up for both. It can be easy to get carried along for a while and end up in a place where you don’t want to be in.
“end up in a place where you don’t want to be in.”
That is my concern.
Don’t let it get you, just kind of keep alternatives and what else or where else in your back pocket. The flip side is as you do different things, you might find your desires changing as well. I hate to say this as someone who hates change, but growth is good.
If you don’t like it, just tell them you want to back to your old job.
Gemini: Knight of Swords – Skill, bravery, capacity, wrath, destruction, defense, ruin, resistance
I am not a skilled scientific astrologer like the well dressed rat, but I think that means you are going to get the position and fire the assholes under you.
Friday was a good day to turn it in.
1. You’re currently hosting Venus which will keep you in the good graces of others
2. The Moon in Taurus allows for change in leadership structures
3. Jupiter retrograde in Sagittarius would be bad if you were going to advance yourself via a civil service exam or other protocol-based routes, but if you are relying on the Good ol’ Boy’s network or calling in favors, this works to your advantage.
Solomon’s Seal draw:
Past – King of Swords: violence, aggression, rule by force, domination
Present – Knight of Cups: I’m thinking this represents you. The Knight typically stands in for a young but fully adult male. Cups is a sign of bounty and realized happiness. According to this, you’re doing pretty well.
Future – 8 of Coins reversed – this card shows a craftsman at work. He is working outside a city. Since this is reversed, I read it as an end to manual work or in other words, you’ll get the job.
Aspects influencing the future:
10 of Swords, reversed – this card is a body pierced by ten swords. Since this is reversed, it shows what you will do, instead of what will be done to you. This path will lead to you making other people very unhappy. Swords are a suit of direct action. I’m guessing the new job will involve you firing people or laying them off?
8 of Cups reversed – this card is a man in a travelling cloak walking away from a fortune. If this card were upright, it would indicate that the new job would result in less overall bounty (or possibly love/happiness). But it’s reversed, so it indicates that this is ot the future path.
The Hermit – contemplation and isolation . In context is seems to emphasize that you’re going to have to do more thinking and you will have to pull away from others
Key card:
4 of cups reversed – this shows a young man sitting under a tree pondering three gold cups. A hand reaches out offering a fourth, but he is ignoring it. Upright, this indicates either a missed opportunity or a caution against overreaching one’s self or against taking a risk. Since it’s reversed, it indicates the opposite, that your instincts are going to serve you well. Since this matches the Knight of Cups from earlier, you have all the information you need to make the right decision here.
Thanks.
I have never had my cards read before. I guess I owe you a gold coin or something.
Typical rate is $20-$25, but that also would include approx 20 minutes of schmoozing and cheap refreshments.
So $50 to avoid that shit?
What, you don’t like being inside of a tent that reeks of nag champa?
“Taurus: 4 of Wands reversed – increase, felicity, beauty, embellishment”
I can deal with this.
Animal, The French say that events come in packages of 3s. You are proof that the French are correct in their assessment. Choose the h’scope that is most positive and you’ll always bee a winner.
Waiting for your next installment and we’ll all be winners. (again)
Also, how does one quote text on this site?
Copy pasta sucks on a phone, this is so,
Get monocle. Easy peasy. It is in the sidebar.
I use opera. hm, might as well get firefox.
I havent tried this, but you can load chrome apps on opera. Perhaps tampermonkey could port over.
“Blockquote” tag things
some people do that
But Italics is easier/quicker. “em” so I use that
Thanks. I’ll it give a shot.
“Libra: The World – Assured success, voyage, change of place”
Does this mean I’m gonna find that effing sprinkler box?
Assuredly.
Why dont you run new? You’ve spent a lot of time digging up Your bushes already
Yusuf, I saw yesterday you said you are in CO. Then I read your “update”. Are you the roaming HVAC man now?
Roaming electromechanical trouble shooter, a little of everything. We are staying in Castle rock and working in Denver for a month or so,
Aaaah, how do you like that Castle Rock to Denver commute? I imagine it reminds you of home. If you make it to the good side of the mountains let me know. I’ll buy you a beer.
That really wouldn’t save me any effort. I’m currently following the wires from the garage. When they separate, I’ll have a direction to go. I didn’t work on it at all yesterday.
Does commuting to work count as a voyage?
Y”Gemini: Knight of Swords – Skill, bravery, capacity, wrath, destruction, defense, ruin, resistance”
Trump becomes my boss this week?
“Conformity, courage, affection, intimacy, concord in a state of arms”
Finally, not a terrible one. Even better it sounds like I am getting laid.
Do you live in Cajun country?
No, I am north of that. The Cajun country line is about Marksville to DeQuincy. Everything north of that is redneck, midwest America country. I am in Grant Parish which is the redneckiest place on the planet.
Ah okay. I used to work remotely and regret not going to Abbevile or a smaller town for a few weeks and checking it out. The thought of people in south Louisiana speaking their version of French cracks me up. But I’m sure the eating is good.
Abbeville and the Lafayette area have some of the best food in the world. People talk about New Orleans…that dump has nuthin’ on Abbeville.
Looks like a nice little place from a skimming of Wikipedia and a DuckDuckGo image search.
I like towns of that size – big enough that there’s stuff to see and do, but not so big that you get the inevitable headaches, inconveniences, and danger of a major metro area.
I spent some time there, and some time with the district judge’s daughter.
*sigh….fond memories*
Wasn’t Chanda Rubin a judge’s daughter from Lafayette?
It wasn’t her. This girl was white and so damned cute the first time I saw her she took my breath away. Unfortunately she turned into a raging proggie. She is a college professor not teaching some kind of women’s studies.
*longer sigh*
‘now’
Just to give you an idea how rednecky it is I will tell two stories.
Yesterday a friend of mine came over to help me change the carburetor on my tractor. The whole time he was here he was telling me how cranky his donkey is. The only things that will sooth it are tootsie rolls and watermelons. Earlier in the morning while running errands I saw a cute blonde on the side of the road with a pickup truck full of watermelons so I pulled over and bought one. After we got the carburetor on the tractor and my buddy was leaving I gave him half of the watermelon for his donkey.
One morning I was sitting on the back porch drinking my coffee when I noticed a calf that came galloping by. It disappeared into the woods down the hill towards the bayou. I picked up my phone and called the sheriff.
“I am at xyzzy address. I just had a calf romp through my yard and I bet someone is looking for that critter.”
Dispatcher lady: “Good morning Mr. Suthenboy. How are you this morning? I think I know who that calf belongs to. I will give him a call”
Ten minutes later a truck towing a cattle trailer showed up in my driveway.
Country living is the best. I used to live in small town in the Alaska bush and the stories are the same in substance if not detail.
You’d think cows would be more obstreperous given how big they are. Bulls especially, what with the testosterone. But one’ll get out of the field and come ambling up to the house and even 90lb, five foot, three-quarters-blind and crooked over grandmother can shoo it back down to the field with a couple reedy curses.
The story isn’t really about a cow. It is about me calling the sheriff and the dispatcher not only knew who I was without me telling her but she knew who the cow belonged to without me even describing it.
In a place like this everyone in the parish knows when you fart before you do.
And if they don’t know if you’re going to fart, they’ll make up a story about it and spread it far and wide.
And if they don’t know if you’re going to fart, they’ll make up a story about it and spread it far and wide.
Hah! Yep. More than a few times I have been the last one to find out about stuff I have done.
I was at my father in law’s house on Tuesday talking to him about borrowing his Auger to drill a few holes behind my house to set some posts in so I can re run the electric to my shop overhead.
While there, one of his buddies showed up. I was semi-bitching about how much the poles cost that I was going to buy that afternoon.
Joe (the cattle farmer neighbor) heard my complaint and informed me that if I drive through the cattle guard next to his hay barn, about 1/4 mile down the gas well road there was a pile of old telephone poles that I was welcome to use if I wanted to.
Needless to say, I jumped right on that offer.
Ahhhh and well you should. Poles aint cheap…. to put it lightly. There is a reason for that.
I have gotten as much as 250 bucks….on the stump.
In any stand of timber less than 1% will qualify as poles. That percentage has gone up recently but still in low single digits.
Yep. The only problem was the free poles were a lot bigger in diameter than the ones I was planning on buying.
That meant in addition to the auger, I got spend about an hour with with one of my least favorite tools – the post hole diggers.
Post drivers and post hole diggers.
The post hole digger, an instrument of torture.
I got lucky and found an 12″ diameter auger at the giant flea market in Canton Texas. There was a cranky old man with a big pile of rusty junk. I dug through it and found the auger. I got it for 5 bucks. It is a manual auger but anyone who has ever used a post hole digger knows how well that 5 bucks was spent.
*His main source of income were the very, very nice tanned cowhides he was selling. He wanted 300 bucks for them. I looked at them and considered it then decided to dicker.
Me – “300 bucks!? I looked at some just like these and that guy only wanted 500 bucks.”
Nasty old man – “Yeah I know. He gets his from me and re-sells them. By the way, what the hell are doing with that ?” *points at my sheet metal fleur-de-lis*
He was offended being a Texan.
Me – “My wife wanted it. We are from Loosyana. What the hell are you doing with that?” *I point at his metal sculpture parrot*
Nasty old man – “I got me a tiki hut. Wife wanted me to get it.”
I put in a wire fence last year in a boulder field. We had to rotary drill through two feet of rock so we could drive posts. Pain in the ass.
The trick to post hole digging is to get the heaviest post hole diggers you can find, the cheap wooden or fiberglass handled ones are worthless, especially if you got roots, or rocks, or hard ground. Also a spud bar is your friend. I’ve dug hundreds of post holes, my opinion – less than a dozen dig ’em by hand more than that hire a guy with an attachment for his skid loader.
The key to digging post holes around these parts is water and time. Lots of clay/adobe so the ground is harder than Steve Smiths dick.
Gettin laid and doing some shooting. Not bad there, Suthen.
Yep, that’s hard to beat.
Not if he is shooting blanks.
I think his wife is past menopause.
Maybe it’s the cute blonde with the melons.
The wife can still hold her own. The blonde with the melons….yeeesh….I am old enough to be her grandfather. She is cute and all but I think I will pass. I don’t want to start creeping myself out.
Tbh I’ve hit that point as well.Like, jeez, girl, you’re barely not a kid.
Two guys standing on the street watching a knockout chick walk by. One says to the other “I wish I was invisible and I could go look under her skirt.” The second guy says “You want to be invisible? That’s easy, just turn 40”.
Cute blondes are better when they have nice melons.
Like an egg?
Also getting laid
Alright, booze consumed and texts to ex-gf sent. Let the good times roll.
“mutation”
I’m going to get a super power?
Or cancer.
Or a small, non functioning penis growing out of your forehead.
EEK! A Penis!
Just a small one.
http://i.ebayimg.com/images/i/201776854045-0-1/s-l1000.jpg
Mix all that with pyrotechnics and alcohol and I’m looking at a hell of a week.
Well this is good news … not.
Stupid assholes. We have the most fantastic technology in history and the grifters and spies are making it unusable. I can barely answer my phone anymore.
Not to worry, your phone answers for you.
One of these days soon it’s going in the bayou.
What could they do, *not* upload your data to the CIA every night? That would just get them into even more trouble.
You might be a secret Trump voter. Your friends, neighbors, and coworkers deserve to be informed.
Alberta cop shoots, kills woman after being pepper sprayed.
Okay, I didn’t even click to reply again. It literally carried over from having posted a reply.
I assume she wasn’t Profa like in Portland.
Almost zero info in that story. I have no idea what happened.
Grump, grump, grump. I don’t like SF. I don’t like the hotel. I want to go home. Grump, grump, grump.
Wander out and find yourself some alcohol to bring back to the room. Watch out for poop on the street.
Raid the minibar if there is one. $15 mini bottle of whiskey is cheaper than the antibiotic regimen.
I’ve seen lots of trash, but no poop. Yay.
Shout THIS IS MAGA COUNTRY out the window to own the libs.
My department’s admin is checking to see what it would cost to bring me home a day early and if the company will pay. I’m NOT paying for a conference, especially one I’m not enjoying.
Sometimes San Francisco happens to good people. Thoughts and prayers for you in this difficult time.
Obviously, I’m just being grumpy, but it’s not a good conference this year, the hotel front desk staff are dicks (hey, don’t berate me for doing what your employee said I needed to do), I feel like I can’t go anywhere alone. I already went to Monterey and schmoozed my contacts there. I’m done, I want to go home.
Last time I was in SF, we enjoyed a glorious afternoon of alcohol, fried crab, and other delights.
https://yelp.to/qTKq/eqkpb7J0WX
Granted, I was with good, long time friends. It was the Christmas season. Temperatures in the low 20’s. They were predicting snow for the first time since like 1940. Freezing rain instead.
I have never been. I am planning on keeping it that way.
You have my sympathy.
Are the homeless people asking you wannafud?
I never realized I liked Chinese food until Chinatown in SF.
Head to Yosemite
“Author, Secular Humanist, Feminist, Physician”: “Men and women who have bad genes with genetic diseases like diabetes, hypertension, cancer etc should not produce children. They have no right to make others suffer.”
When people call her on it, she retreats into “I wasn’t *really* being serious.” Oh, well. In that case, you’re just kind of a eugenicist.
Schrodinger’s douche bag is right
So mass extinction?
Only the perfect may pass!
She seems nice.
She has a Red Dot on her fore head…
So mass extinction?
You’re going to get the antifas all wet with talk like that.
I would like to see them try there shit in Alabama, Colorado, loozianna and such, you would have an extinction event alright
+ 7.62×39
No it would be than….Ohhh.
Frats are just as violent as Gangs!
TW: The Atlantic
Featuring such thoughts as:
The fraternity may be as violent as the gang. Collegiate America may be as dangerous for women as urban America. If sexual violence is a violent crime, then the fraternity of today may be committing as many violent crimes as the gang of the 1990s that spooked fearful Americans into tough-on-crime policies.
Someone doesn’t understand how gangs work, or even why groups of like minded people choose to associate, next, the Rotary club,
Organized sports, fraternities, the Scouts, any organization that builds character they are gonna go after it and try to destroy it.
Exactly
They’re obsessed with making those groups “inclusive” and “equal”. They’ll probably tear down all requirements for membership and eliminate recognition of any individual merit whatsoever.
If the “progressives” ever got ahold of the Boy Scouts, it would be called the Non-Gender-Specific Scouts and instead of doing environmentally harmful things like camping, they would sit around doing teach-ins on white privilege and fighting climate change denial.
I’m not agreeing/defending the article, but fraternities gave up building character a long, long time ago, a bunch of dude bros having keggers really isn’t cultural advancement.
Kinda curious where/when you went to college. Keggers are/have been pretty much dead since the mid ’90s. Insurance and risk reduction are the name of the game.
The Ohio State University (hi Teds’) and you nailed it mid ’90s.
Class of ’93 here. So what do they do now, sit around and talk? Play cards?
Apparently, rape.
I can’t speak for modern yutes, but our parties were much more clandestine and kegs never entered the houses. Of course there was alcohol (why else would sorority chicks show up?) but it was covert. Punch bowls, squishy machines, or beers poured in the kitchen into opaque containers, that sort of thing.
You may or may not be interested, but we never caught any of our brethren engaging in the Love That Dare Not Speak It’s Name, even though there were more than a couple of brothers that were obviously so inclined.
There they go again with that weird fucking language…
That’s been thoroughly discredited.
Someone went to college, and it wasn’t for physics.
Ah yes, Saturday evenings on a college campus are certainly way worse than an evening in south Chicago.
Do these people ever stop to read what they wrote?
“…black body…”
Yep. That’s where I stopped reading and closed the page.
Monkeys might fly out my butt.
Racist!!!!!
Hey, don’t have a cow, man.
While We are here in Co, my overlords are going to swap out my OMCW van for a, wait for it…..
A Kia Sedona minivan! Yippee! More Kia For Yusef…..
Cheers!
We had a KIA Sedona this spring in AZ. It was okay and worked to move a bunch of dudes in their 30’s from PHX to our house and to various spring training games. No complaints.
Currently 93º here in my slice of SW Ohio, and I got a fat-girl parked in air-conditioned comfort. Thanks Yufus!
/TALL CANS
I’m standing in a rain storm videoing lightning, 75 degrees, e njoy Tres!
TALL CANS!
Yusef, sorry I didn’t follow up with you yesterday. Roughly speaking, what part of CO are you in for the next month?
Castle rock, I 25 south by of denver
Ah, OK. I’m on the western slope for a few weeks. Little too far away.
Let’s be honest here, SW Ohio is almost as bad as NW Ohio. The only saving grace is not having the Michigan stink on you,
I dont care if I sound like a hillbilly- that Toledo accent makes me want to jab ice-picks through my eardrums.
It’s terrible. Ohio should have made Michigan take Toledo after the skirmish back in the 1800s-whatevers
Does Jugsy know you call her fat?
I like a woman with some cushion for the pushin’. If she has a pretty face and has the fat in the right places, she’s definitely a hit in my book.
I’d rather have slightly too much bodyfat on a woman than a flat chest and a bony ass.
Yes. But “fat-girl” makes it seem more whimsical, as opposed to an attack.
Besides, if you saw the family….
I married a fat family, Wendy is the little one, thicc FTW!
Setting aside personal views on immigration, I think a presidential candidate campaigning in Mexico is a first.
I am not sure the trend to spotlight new and wanna be arrivals more than the people who already live here is a very well thought out strategy for the Dems but what do I know.
Knowing full well that almost none of them qualify for asylum. Stay classy, Robert.
Bob Frank needs to be filling out job applications instead of vacationing in Mexico.
Oh shut up Francis….
“…meets turned away asylum seekers…”
So, campaigning directly to the illegals in their home country. Saying they are throwing off the mask doesn’t really cover it
If they are in their home country how are they illegals?
On the most recent episode of Dave Smith’s Part of the Problem podcast, he made an interesting point: When Democrats were accused of trying to encourage illegal immigration to change voting demographics in their favor, they called it a crazy conspiracy theory. But in this latest election cycle, they’re blatantly doing exactly that. Campaigning in Mexico, speaking Spanish at the debates, etc.
Honk honk.
So does anyone here use Minds?
I decided to check it out and noticed there wasn’t a glibs group on it so I created on
https://www.minds.com/groups/profile/992181512699494400/feed
I’ve never been in it, but I’ve heard Tim Pool flogging it.
I created an account, but only posted when I had a new youtube video to share (ie. nothing for over a year really). I’ll connect to you though.
Never heard of it but I am the guy constantly amazed at what I don’t know. Looks interesting.
I’m not agreeing/defending the article, but fraternities gave up building character a long, long time ago, a bunch of dude bros having keggers really isn’t cultural advancement.
Whatever.
Meh, I had plenty of good times crashing frat keggers, and not knocking them but to say they build character like the Scouts,Little League, Four H, Future Farmers , Chess Clubs , Etc is a bit of a stretch.
Eeeeh, I have to disagree. I learned more about social interaction during my time in the fraternity house than in the rest of my life combined. Some of the things that I take for granted re: interpersonal interaction seem to be complete revelations when I explain them to people.
Sure but was it the frat or the fact that you were for the first time somewhat independent, I too learned a lot about dealing with other people at uni, I also learned a lot while at Domino’s delivery hot and fresh, tasty pizzas In under thirty minutes or less, no less.
Doesn’t change that it was still a frat where he learned it.
Rare admission of having a family inbound:
Two of my nieces are part of one of the first female Boy Scout troops being formed in NE OK.
My eldest niece wants to become an Eagle Scout, and the troop leadership is making helping her achieve that a priority. I am uncertain as to how I feel about that.
My main problem is that she’s 16, and AFAICT her woodcraft is non-existent. Yes, I know that boys can get to Eagle by 13, but I compare where I was at 14 with where she is now, and there’s simply no comparison. She’s been raised as a girly-girl by her mother, and I know she’s never even spliced a rope or picked up an axe in her life. She has some rural exposure by virtue of being born into a white trash family, but take away electricity and gasoline and I’m pretty sure she’s helpless. I have tremendous doubts that if she is able to get the requirements done on paper by the time she turn 18, she will be equal in capability 14 year old boy. The only thing that makes me not consider myself an irredeemable sexist is that I can see her younger sister being up to snuff in my opinion.
Its not sexist to treat people as individuals.
Merit based achievement is dead and buried. The Scouts have been a lost cause for some time as well:
https://www.artofmanliness.com/articles/the-boy-scouts-of-america-then-and-now-a-comparison-of-the-1911-and-modern-handbooks-and-merit-badges/
I picked up (and subsequently lost) a copy of the red/black era Engineering merit badge book. It was at least four semesters worth of engine classes today. The early Pioneering merit badge not only required you to built towers of X feet in height, there were requirements that it stayed up for SIX MONTHS.
There is a reprint of the original 1910 Boy Scout handbook available — some of the requirements then are outrageously unacceptable today (“Chief Scout Stalker”). My grandfather’s copy of the Fieldbook had excellent advice for military maneuvers such as the correct way to cross a ridgeline while minimizing your chance of being observed and that sort of thing. The OG Boy Scouts were literally training to be Scout Snipers.
+2 wrapping/frapping
Red Dawn, for real very cool
She should the merit badge in Atomic Energy.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Hahn
16 to Eagle? I don’t think she’d make it just on time in each grade alone. Or has that changed too?
Felt like changing up my alcohol regimen for the evening. So in a bit I’m going to be sipping on whip cream flavored vodka and orange soda. A bit girly, but it tastes so good.
Orange Soda
I was expecting a picture of a can of Diet Coke.
You calling me fat?
It actually tastes like lactose and milkfat? Or is that a euphemism for vanilla?
I just learned that Irish vodka and lemonade isn’t made with what Americans call lemonade. Lemonade is clear lemon soda.
Same in German.
That explains Pie’s insistence on unsweetened “lemonade” the other day.
I think Americans just call that “blood”.
See, this is why I live here, we call things what they are, we drive on parkways, and park in driveways WTF?