Desert Cat's Paradise
"The prudent see danger and take refuge, but the simple keep going and suffer for it." - Proverbs 27:12.
Monday, November 29, 2004
Under the category of "helpful holiday hints" goes this post from the Mind of MogComments
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For those who missed it, Part 1 is back HERE.Comments
It has come to my attention that some of y'all missed it because you didn't read what comes next:
Oh good! You made it!
Now assuming you have the candied fruit mix ready from a few days ago, we're ready to continue where we left off.
2 cups sugar
1 cup butter
4 large eggs
2 Tbsp. lemon juice
6 ripe bananas
4+1 cups flour
2 Tbsp. baking powder
1 tsp. salt
Cream together butter and sugar, add eggs
(Argh! But not the shells...)
Mix in lemon juice and bananas
Mix flour, baking powder and salt. If your name is Betty Crocker, you'll want to SIFT together flour, baking powder and salt. Whatever...
Add flour mixture to banana mixture and mix. The batter should be stiff but not unmixable with a beater.
Call the kids to lick a beater!
Maxwell: "Dad, that's NOT food!"
Roscoe and Jasmine: "Hey! What'd Max just get? I want some!"
Now! The moment we've been waiting for! Open that tupperware container of candied, rummy, spicy, sticky goodness that's been tempting you on the counter all weekend!
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Stir the fruit mix into the batter. Now here is where that extra cup of flour will come in. The batter will probably be too thin now, due to the excess rum that wasn't absorbed into the fruit. But by how much is hard to tell. Depending upon how long the fruit was soaked and how well it absorbed the rum, the batter will now need more or less flour.
If the batter slips off the spoon like this, it is much too thin:
Add flour, A LITTLE AT A TIME, mixing thoroughly
until the batter becomes thick enough to stick to the spoon
A little thicker than muffin batter--but not as thick as biscuit dough--is where you want to end up.
This is also the time to--MMM!--taste test the batter! The spices, especially the cloves should be very distinct in the batter. If they are more subtle and hidden by other flavors, you can add another teaspoon or two (or 3?) of additional cloves and nutmeg at this time.
Yes, this is a "guy recipe" that way. We have to be able to make those little adjustments. Think of it this way: if you rebuild a carburetor by the recipe book, to the exact specifications, you still must tune the carburetor once you install it on the engine again. This step is the final tuning before the race.
Spoon the batter into lightly greased small foil bread pans, filling the pans to about 3/4 full. Place pans in oven preheated to 300 degrees.
Place a pan of water on the bottom shelf of the oven. This step is necessary to prevent the tops of the loaves from burning before the bottoms of the loaves are done. Bake for 1 hour at 300 degrees Fahrenheit, lower oven temperature to 275 degrees and bake for an additional hour, checking for doneness with a toothpick or knife every 15 minutes or so for the last half hour.
This recipe will never produce a toothpick or knife that is completely clean. The loaves are done when what comes off onto the toothpick is no longer batter-y, but firm, yet moist and sticky crumbs.
When they are done, remove them from the oven and cool them overnight in the pans.
It's best not to take them out of the pans until they are cool, because they may still fall. Once cool, wrap each loaf individually in plastic wrap, followed by an aluminum foil wrap. Allow the loaves (ok, except for one!) to remain tightly wrapped for a few days. This will permit the hard, crusty top to re-moisten and become as heavenly good as the rest of the loaf.
A Desert Cat Christmas Season tradition since 1995.
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"Tryptophan, one of the essential amino acids abundant in kefir, is well known for its relaxing effect on the nervous system. Because kefir also offers an abundance of calcium and magnesium, which are also important minerals for a healthy nervous system, kefir in the diet can have a particularly profound calming effect on the nerves."
Better than Prozac?
The cauliflower like grains of Kefir culture were thought of as having amazing healing powers as far back as the eighteenth century, and great care was taken by the Moslem tribesmen of the Caucasus not to allow any of it to pass out of their control, for they feared loosing its healing powers. It was virtually bequeathed from generation to generation as a source of family and tribal wealth.
Q: So what is kefir anyway?
A: Fermented goat milk.
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Saturday, November 27, 2004
Here's a hilarious little toy I found over at SondraK's place. It "dialectizes" my webpage into hillbilly redneck-speak.Comments
(Ah figger this here's a good time y'all, on account o'th fack thet ahm now one'o them ig'nant red state rennecks!)
Click and scroll down to read my recipe especially. :D
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Sorry Jeff, but I think this time Martha has outdone you in real life.Comments
New York Post Online Edition: news
November 26, 2004 -- Martha Stewart's prison secrets -- right down to the spices she allegedly sneaks into her bra -- have been revealed by her cellmates.
The penalties for hiding food in her locker included cleaning bathrooms, raking leaves and scrubbing a prison porch, the letters said.
I'm wondering, did she accomplish her raking chores with a rake she made herself with willow switches and sisal rope, decorated with festive holiday ribbons she created out of candy wrappers and tinfoil scraps?
Dead mousie to Rodger
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Thursday, November 25, 2004
By request from SondraK I present to you:Comments
Desert Cat's Holiday Fruit Bread
I've carefully crafted and honed this recipe over the last ten years by trial and error. You might hardly recognize that it started its life as a stock banana bread recipe--spec'ed, tuned, and finally transformed into a high performance recipe that blows the doors off the competition. This is nothing like the assembly line "fruitcake" that so often richly deserves the scorn it receives. This is a moist confection that virtually explodes off the starting line with rich, fragrant spiciness!
Most people who have tried it, like it. It might even convert a die-hard fruitcake hater. And for those who don't like it, it's too bad for them, because I'll sure eat their share too! This one won't stick around to be recycled next year. :)
I have broken this recipe down into two parts. The first part is the fruit and spice mixture, and this must be prepared several days in advance of the actual baking of the loaves. So here it goes:
1 lb. seedless raisins
16 oz. glace cherries
16 oz. candied fruit
1 lb. shelled walnuts or walnut pieces
10 oz. date cake
10 oz. fig cake
3 tbsp. ground clove
3 tbsp. ground nutmeg
1 tbsp. ground allspice
1 cup sugar
1 liter rum
The cat is not part of the recipe, but he will be supervising later. This is Bobby, otherwise known as "Security Bob". Right now he's keeping vigil over those wascally birds in the bird feeder.
Chop the dates and figs into chunks less than about 1/2" across.
Toss the dates and figs into a large tupperware type bowl with a sealable lid. Throw in the raisins, cherries, candied fruit and walnuts.
Oops, did I say a "large tupperware bowl"? I meant "very large". I will have to mix it in another container before transferring it back to the tupperware container. The reason you need the tight sealing lid is that you will be shaking up the whole concoction several times over the next couple of days.
Add the spices to the fruit.
"Gosh, that sure seems like a LOT!" Yes well trust me, that's part of what makes it so great!
Add the sugar and finally the rum. I have not found that the quality of the rum makes a whit of difference in the outcome of the recipe. So use whatever is least expensive, unless you are hoping to use whatever may be leftover in your holiday eggnog. ;)
Mix it up well,
then transfer it back to the tupperware container and seal it up.
Set it aside for a few days, shaking the container a couple times a day to redistribute all the saucy goodness. I recommend soaking the mixture for at least two days. The reason for this is that the fruit takes a while to soak up the rum, sugar and spice, transforming it into a heavenly confection.
I'm convinced that most bad fruitcake that uses out-of-the-container candied fruit is so bad because the fruit is so dry. If it's stiff and chewy, or even hard and crunchy, it is awful! The fruit (and the nuts) need time to get moist, plump, and full of flavor. Of course the dough has to be just as moist and full of flavor, and that will be the topic of Part 2 next week!
Now with all this mixing and measuring and photographing, I forgot about my lunch in the oven!
Aaugh! Well it's certainly still edible.
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UPDATE: Part 2 is now posted HERE.
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How many young people know that Thanksgiving was established as a national day to give thanks to God for his goodness? Political Correctness is vigorously attempting to distort and stamp out the truth in the schools. The following is the George Washington 1789 Thanksgiving proclamation, establishing the holiday:Comments
Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor -- and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me "to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness."
Thanks to God Almighty.
Not to the Indians for helping the Pilgrims (200 years earlier). Not to the earth for it's bounty, or to any created being. Nor any other concocted PC story. But a day set aside to give thanks to the Father, the Author and Creator of all that is.
Along those very lines as it was established in 1789, we have much to be thankful for in this country today.
More here from Rush Limbaugh:
A Holiday Tradition: The Real Story of Thanksgiving
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Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Used to be good. Not so much anymore. Mostly irritating crap now.Comments
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Tinfoil hat - encyclopedia article about Tinfoil hat. What does "Tinfoil hat" mean? Provided by the Free Online Encyclopedia.Comments
Personally, I find that a tinfoil hat attenuates the signal somewhat, but also greatly distorts the remaining signal that does come through. It's not a comfortable sensation. It's like losing your DSL or Cable Modem connection to the universe, and receiving distorted noise in its place. Who wants that?
I thought it might produce that relative quietude in the thought space that the wee morning of the hours often brings, but it's nothing like it at all. In fact I wouldn't be surprised to learn that the regular use of a tinfoil hat might actually contribute to paranoia and insanity. Really wierd sensation...
Yes you're welcome, you're welcome. It's all in the name of science kids. Glad to be of service!
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The Horrible, Terrible Tinfoil Hat ConspiracyComments
May 16, 2004
In a shocking discovery, the Humorix Vast Spy Network(tm) has
learned that the US government has been operating a secret
radar system for the last decade capable of tracking individual
crackpots wearing tinfoil hats.
"Tinfoil hats produce a very distinct signature when probed by
Doppler weather radar," said the researcher who developed the
system. "By tracking these returns over time, we can compile an
extensive geospatial database of the movements and activities
of conspiracy theorists across the country."
The developer of the system contacted the Vast Spy Network
anonymously by sending encrypted RFC 1149 packets. He decided
to reveal the secret after hearing about this year's annual
Connecticut Conspiracy Convention (ConnConCon), attended by
several thousand crackpots, many sporting metallic headwear.
"My guilty conscience prompted me to do something to help those
poor bastards, who stubbornly believe that a lousy piece of
foil can protect them from the government," he said. "But the
whole idea behind tinfoil hats was actually planted by the
government to make it easier to track these people."
The CIA, FBI, NSA, DOJ, TSA, and various other three-letter
government "security" agencies all have a vested interest in
controlling the burgeoning popularity of conspiracy theories.
"Right now it's fashionable to be a crackpot," said Mennon
Black, the chief of Humorix's Vast Conspiracy Theory Research
Division(tm). "This could pose a severe threat to
you-know-who, especially if the public learns about the
government's involvement with the saucer people and reverse
vampires. But with the tinfoil tracking system, any conspiracy
theorist who tries to divulge the truth will suddenly have a
terrible accident involving 300 pounds of sulphuric acid."
More importantly, however, the tinfoil data can be correlated
with other anti-privacy databases to produce an accurate
computer simulation showing how various conspiracy theories
spread. "Does anybody really believe that the government is
funding multi-million dollar supercomputers to similate the
weather? Oh, please," explained one leading Vast Spy Network
crackpot who protects himself from mind-control rays by living
24/7 in a Faraday cage. "The real mission is to study meme
propogation, so that the government can subvert the process and
spread bogus conspiracy theories that will lead people away
from the sinister truth."
Not everybody is buying the tinfoil conspiracy, however. The
organizer of the Connecticut Conspiracy Convention said, "This
whole thing was obviously planted by a government agent to fool
people into thinking that tinfoil hats are bad. Obviously, the
government wants people to stop wearing these devices, which
will allow mind-control rays to work more effectively. Just
because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get you
with a meta-meta-conspiracy."
Shamelessly stolen from HERE.
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So there I was, standing over a grill in flambe, my spare ribs in death throes from licking flames due to gross inattention...
Click, laugh, return.
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Is there any question? That is me. Perfect result. :)
Link via Attila
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Monday, November 22, 2004
Through the bars of my prison, I glimpse the sea
It calls to me
A bird cry, a hint of moist air
And I am stirred again to hope and anguish.
Can I tell you why I am here?
Why yes, I'm drawing plans
Making plans for a castle.
A castle which looks out over the sea
And behind at the mountains
Where the moon rises at night.
The towers climb high--they're inlaid with ivory
And hung with rich tapestries.
And on every window is a grate
And on the portal a bar and lock
With no key.
In the night, when the moon is just so,
My soul slips to the grate and through,
Dances in the light, while the keeper sleeps.
In the morning she stares hard at the moon-prints on the wall.
The jailkeeper knows only the jail
And is sad.
Frightened by the moon, she does not understand the night air.
Would that the keeper be unshackled
And together we flee into the night.
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Sunday, November 21, 2004
Go click. Laugh. Return again.Comments
Knowledge Is Power: SondraK.com: Who Farted?
Some folks like to take their time on the can. Not Paul Stender. When the 43-year-old former pit mechanic feels the need for speed, he straps himself into his jet-engine-equipped toilet and roars off, trailing flame.
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Bush Pulls Top Bodyguard From ScuffleComments
"Ok Nick, now who's supposed to be protecting whom here?"
I couldn't see Kerry doing that. Heaven forbid! Something like that could muss his bouffant! Or wrinkle his pleats! Or strain his wrist!
Now THAT is the President Bush that appeared in that JibJab "This Land" parody. Or in many a Frank J "In My World" episode.
Awesome job, Mr. President!
Update: Rodger puts it all together.
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U.S. Forces Kill Four Al Qaeda in AfghanistanComments
KABUL, Afghanistan -- U.S.-led troops mounted overnight raids on suspected al qaeda compounds in eastern Afghanistan (search), killing four people and detaining several others, officials said Sunday.
I forgot. Tell me again, how do poppies threaten democracy?
Yes, uh huh...
Yes, well it sounds like the problem is not poppies, but the desire by the US to impose rigid controls on their cultivation, via the proxy rulers in Kabul.
Maybe the threat to democracy really stems from a desire on the part of the US to see a predetermined "democratic" outcome? (We want you to have a democracy, but only if you don't democratically decide to permit poppy cultivation...)
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Thursday, November 18, 2004
I've never been here before, but I followed a link in from Ilyka Damen, who, coincidentally I had never previously visited either. But I'm glad I did, as I nearly choked laughing at this story: There's Always One Of ThemComments
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Wednesday, November 17, 2004Comments
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So I went on vacation and promised pictures...Comments
"I'm woikin' onnit! I'm woikin' onnit!"
Why does putting up photos seem like such a chore? Maybe 'cause it is on this platform. I mean, I have six cats indoors plus as many more that live at my backdoor. But unlike Laurence I sure don't show much evidence of it on this blog.
Excuse time: 1) I need to get a new scanner so I can add the underwater and other "legacy media" pictures to my digital photo collection. 2) I'm too busy with my rental home project. 3) I'd rather read other people's blogs than work on my own too hard (hangs head in shame...)
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Monday, November 15, 2004
Before clicking the link below, please prepare yourself properly--remove all beverages from your computer area, use the restroom (even if you don't think you need to), make sure your fanny is properly secured to your posterior, and for heavens sake, if you're at work, close your office door!Comments
iowahawk: Blue State Blues as Coastal Parents Battle Invasion of Dollywood Values
Here's a few excerpts:
"I'm not sure where we went wrong," says Ellen McCormack, nervously fondling the recycled paper cup holding her organic Kona soy latte. "It seems like only yesterday Rain was a carefree little boy at the Montessori school, playing non-competitive musical chairs with the other children and his care facilitators."
"But now..." she pauses, staring out the window of her postmodern Palo Alto home. The words are hesitant, measured, bearing a tale of family heartbreak almost too painful for her to recount. "But now, Rain insists that I call him Bobby Ray."
Even as her voice is choked with emotion, she summons an inner courage -- a mother's courage -- and leads me down the hall to "Bobby Ray's" bedroom, for a firsthand glimpse at the psychic devastation that claimed her son.
She opens the door to a reveal a riot of George Jones CDs, reflective 'mudflap mama' stickers, empty foil packs of Red Man, and U.S. Marine recruiting posters. In the middle of the room: a makeshift table made from a utility cable spool, bearing a the remains of a gutted catfish.
"This used to be all Ikea," she says, rocking on heels between heaved sobs. "It's too late for us. Maybe it's not to late for me to warn others."
"It was one day last spring," says Ellen McCormack. "My life partner Carol and I were in the garage, working on a giant Donald Rumsfeld papier mache head for the Bay Area March Against the War, when Rain walked by. I thought he looked kind of strange, so I stopped him and looked closely into his eyes. Then I realized the truth -- he was wearing a mullet. I was shocked, but he swore to me that it was only ironic."
McCormack tried an intervention with friends from the Anti-war community, but to no avail. In October, Bobby Ray packed up his Monte Carlo and left for basic training at Camp Pendleton.
"I have no son," she says in a barely audible whisper.
Go read, and hold tight to your fanny, lest you LMAO...
Once again, via SondraK
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Saturday, November 13, 2004
"The dog whistle post" (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)Comments
I'm sorry, I can't help it about these links. This guy seriously cracks me up. :D
Update: Bill at INDC appears to agree (in a backhanded art-critic kind of way).
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Mail and Guardian Online:Comments
"In Fallujah's dusty streets, cats fed off the corpses."
Jezebel was eaten by dogs. These dogs are eaten by cats. Justice is served.
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It appears that the vast region in East Central Asia known as Dezart Khatistan appears to be missing from the Empire of the Blogs map. Of course the map doesn't cover that far east, but still...Comments
And does Kutznutsov not know also that Desert Cat's Paradise is located in the heartland of the Workers Paradise in the Empire? Clearly this is the work of subversive elements within the Party. Time for "re-education"!
Update: Ok, I missed what should have been obvious. That's a pre-communist map. In which case, Desert Cat's Paradise is an exclusive enclave for the aristocracy and ultra-wealthy, located in the heartland of the Empire.
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Thursday, November 11, 2004Comments
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A most hearty LOL to SondraK for this one:Comments
Knowledge Is Power: SondraK.com: as requested...
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Wednesday, November 10, 2004
More than a dozen traumatized John Kerry supporters have sought and received therapy from a licensed Florida psychologist since their candidate lost to President Bush, the Boca Raton News learned Monday.
I can't help it. I am laughing.
And the gloat goes on.
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Tuesday, November 09, 2004Comments
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Yasser Arafat Close to DeathComments
Bring Out Your Dead!
"I feel happy! I feel happy!"
"Ah, thanks very much."
"Not at all. See you on Thursday."
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Dean Esmay has an open letter to a leftist here that is worth the time to read:Comments
John Perry Barlow, author of one of my favorite documents on the Internet ("A Declaration of the Independence of Cyberspace") and perhaps my favorite Grateful Dead song ("Cassidy,") recently penned a lengthy piece entitled "Magnanimous Defeat." I found myself, as a Bush supporter, alternately bemused by the stereotypes that Mr. Barlow seems to embody, and yet moved by his effort to overcome at least some of them. A passionate Bush hater, Barlow seems to want to try now to understand his Bush-supporting fellow Americans better.
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Monday, November 08, 2004
Overheard inside a Fallujah bunker, Monday, November 8Comments
Jeff Goldstein is insane--but in a good way.
I wish I was that nuts, or at least could feign it from time to time...
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I don't know much about the so-called "watch lists" for air travel that the government has created. But I did have an odd experience on my recent vacation. Every time I checked in, the airline counter clerk would tap away at his/her terminal for a while, then suddenly stop and excuse himself. They'd either go to another terminal way down the row, or into a back room for a minute or two, before returning and printing out our boarding passes.Comments
WTF is with that?
The first time I got a piece of computer printout that appeared to have an encoded version of our itinerary, with the word "clear" scrawled on it by the clerk. Once, maybe I'd think nothing of it. But as I was laid over in Phoenix (bad weather, believe it or not), I had to check in three times, and it happened all three times!
WTF is with that?
How did I end up on some list that makes the airline clerks stop and check another computer terminal before printing my boarding pass? Connected to my blog somehow? Ooh yeah, I look dangerous all right. Quite the radical I must be. Not to mention those dangerous fangs and claws...(rolleyes)
I should take comfort in the fact that, unlike Teddy Kennedy (spontaneous combustion fire hazard), I'm not prevented from boarding. Just left scratching my head.
Oh, and our luggage was searched by TSA on the way home too. (What, did our curios look like contraband on the scanner?)
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Sunday, November 07, 2004Comments
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Saturday, November 06, 2004
Interesting story here about the development of herbicide-resistant strains of coca:Comments
Wired 12.11: The Mystery of the Coca Plant That Wouldn't Die
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Friday, November 05, 2004
Found via Acidman, this site is...something else:Comments
Full of Shat - The Fellowship of the Shat - William Shatner Worship Cult
Among their "top ten reasons why Kirk is best":
8. Kirk doesn't test the engines like a namby pamby - he just fires them up.
And the number one reason:
1. He knows that when it comes to diplomacy, fisticuffs, torpedoes and phasers are much more effective than the stupid pen or word.
Shatner's got an attitude a mile wide.
I like that.
He projects a gusto for life that few can match.
I like that.
And he doesn't give a rip if he looks like an idiot in the process.
I like that!
"Live like you're gonna die--'cause you are!"--interview and excerpts from "Has Been"
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I came across the link to this via LGF. I know some folks snicker and pshaw at the thought that some people really think they need a tinfoil hat to shield themselves from mind control. I kid you not, the following is a verbatim post from a discussion board:Comments
Magical Election Tampering: SHUT IT DOWN!
Ok, I can understand the restlessness I've been feeling since yesterday. There's a lot riding on this election, and passions are running high on both sides, so naturally eceryone and their naked brother who has an ounce of Power and no clue about Shielding is leaking energy like a hair dryer in a bathtub. So it's Shields Up for me, but I'm still getting enough bleedover to make me jittery and a little manic if I don't concentrate. That's all to be expected.
Now what he's talking about here is not necessarily physical shielding with tinfoil or whatever, but some kind of psychic shielding. Still the idea that some people have fully bought into this notion of mind control by whomever, is nothing short of bizarre.
If anything, I would venture to guess that what he was picking up on was the combined prayers of hundreds of thousands of Christians praying for a calm, orderly election in a time of significant national peril.
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Thursday, November 04, 2004
Back again, and exhausted. I'll be writing some about the trip in a few days.Comments
What great news to come home to though! No election chaos, no interminable recount efforts, no shrill rhetoric. Just triumphant Republicans and defeated Democrats.
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