"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
OP: “Y’all think of me as smart, I know, but you have NO IDEA how stupid I get with no fuel in me.”ME: “More of us are that way than might admit to it. . . I cannot count the times (because I am coffee-deprived and forgot to eat breakfast? Maaaaaybee. . .) I have turned to my Wonder Woman and said, ‘How stupid am I? *smh*’
“¯\_(?)_/¯”
With the apparent collapse of society including “grooming” childrn in grade school, maybe the lyrics to “Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes” should be modded to “Fists and elbows, knees and feet” with plenty of dojo time subbed in place of “grooming” time in kindergarten and grades 1-. . . 12?
Waiting room, self-seat restaurant, etc.: where do you sit?
Walking from car to store/P.O./wherever: head on a swivel? (For that matter, survey of parking lot before parking?)
Puttering in your own yard: have you cleared your six. . . in the last few seconds? (Let alone been on the lookout for “snakes in the grass”?)
In home: one ear cocked for exterior sounds?
What’s that in your pocket(s)/”holstered” by your easy chair?
Etc.
So, I got one of those neat GSR-sensing bathroom scales. *huh* Pretty closely confirmed muscle mass/fat ratio determined by waist-height-weight measurements, but added somee useful details. Approved. *heh* (More data to take with me for next “permission slip” visit o doctor. 😉 I like data to go along with signs he may notice and symptoms I have noticed—if any.)
Now let’s see how a newly modified exercise regimen and some “snake oil” impacts measurements. . . 😉
Just Another Tuesday. *heh*
I feel my mental cogs slipping day by day, so I play memory/card games, read papers (mostly pubmed, given age/health stuff), and try to keep any math I do “between my ears” (though I do account balances/reconciliations on paper).
But still. . . while I can recall mor advanced math concepts, performing actual advanced math is. . . not so much in my wheelhouse, nowadays. *sigh* Neglected for years, such things are all fog, now, and I’m left with simply checking basic math/stats in the papers I read for entertainment and information: my own lil “edutainment” program.
Oh, well. Heading off fairly gently into that good night, I guess.
Car. Retire a car.
We buy used cars. Always have, and probably always will. It’s worked out pretty well for us, but after 10 years on a car we bought used, even with good maintenance and repair all along, sometimes a moderately large repair bill will start the head scratching.
And so it is now with my Wonder Woman’s car, one of our favs over the decades—very comfortable, good handling, excellent fuel economy, etc. While I agree with her desire to keep it and keep it running well, a repair bill equal to 25% of is purchase price 10 years ago is right at the edge of “noper” for me. Still, worth it for her comfort, and the rest of the car checks out as solid, so. . . I’m looking forward to writing the check. I’ll even throw in the almost worthless Haynes manual as a tip. . . 😉
But. . . I almost made a jaunt to see my “permission slip guy” last week. From decades past car “swat” (40mph impact while riding my bike on the shoulder of he road) and resultant surgeries, rehab, etc., “lessons in horsemanship (that I still feel to this date), other broken bones, cuts and unforeseen “piercings” that required medical intervention, the occasional dislocation of knee/hip joints, etc., etc., I had thought I had a good idea what pain was.
Nope. Gout i on another level altogether. *heh*
But. I did discover a combo of thing that have brought me, a week later, to a point where a bit of walking supported by a cane (not used for stability but support: very different uses) is merely uncomfortable as opposed to impossible. *heh* And yeh, dietary changes, too.
The Big Two things?
A diclophenac topical gel, and a set of foot and leg air massager boots (for circulation and relaxation). The diclophenac gel has done a GREAT job dealing with the pain and even the edema (though there is still some of both, of course), but over he last two days’ use of the massager units, I’ve seen a remarkable decrease in the swelling after each use. Apparently, its use ameliorating some effects of arthritis (gout is a form of arthritis) is solid.
I have planned and prepared for other things to avert future gout attacks, but for now, I am just pleased to be able to walk again. *heh*
There are comment threads on social media that seem designed to be proof that Mark Twain was right when he said, “No amount of evidence will ever persuade an idiot,” and that Schiller expressed an eternal truth [via Talbot in “Maid of Orleans”] when he wrote, “Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.”
Sadly, more and more, social media seems all too often to reflect the real world society around us. . . *sigh*
I want to say this clearly: there are only two kinds of “good Muslims.” On the one hand are those who have discovered too late that the reward promised by The Butcher of Medina was a lie. On the other hand are apostates who affect cultural quasi-Islam in order to get by in a Muslim society, perhaps loosely embracing the moderately peaceful Meccan verses in the Koran that Mohamed later abrogated with his hate-and-violence filled post-Medina proclamations. They are, at least mostly harmless (apart from their mild, passive support of the evil Islamic milieu).
That’s it. “Good Muslims” = the dead or the apostate.
