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A quote: “Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.” ~~ William Shakespeare
I’ll start with a story …
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Mother said “Come!” 1400 miles but I don’t fly. I blow a tire out in bum-flip nowhere. No cell reception so I limp into one-gas-station town for a new tire.
A shabby hitchhiker watches me. Ugh.
No ATM, no credit. I have just enough cash for the tire, water and stale snacks. I spy the hitchhiker in the rearview mirror as I pull onto the road. Good riddance.
Finally! Cell reception but when mom picks up it’s just hysterics about me dying in a car crash.
I stop the car, the hitchhiker now at my window, grinning, “Going my way?”
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Now, it’s your turn.
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GWB says: It was amazing. With the sunglasses on, she could see the miasma of Wuhan Flu surrounding the building. It was amazing. Unlike what biology and epidemiology and germ science had told her in school, this stuff actually did just hang in the air, waiting for you to walk through. So, the folks in the middle ages were ignorant, huh?
She put on her mask and pulled out the lawn sprayer filled with Chloride-B6-Zinc-Alcohol, She advanced on the cloud slowly and began spraying. She watched in amazement as the miasma simply dropped to the ground wherever the mist touched it.
She had done it!
Nobody was going to believe her, though. No Nobel for me, she thought, and sprayed on.
(A little over 100. Bummer.)
larry spencer says: After Pearl Harbor, I visited the office of Marine Recruiter Corn Pop, in Rehoboth Beach and I told him I could swim from there to the middle of the Atlantic and sink the Jerry’s U Boats and he asked me why I thought I could do it without freezing to death in the Atlantic and I lifted my pant leg and showed him the long blonde hairs on my legs and told him they acted as insulation against the cold. He signed me up that day. Tthe rest is history. The movie, The Incredible Mr. Limpet, is based on me.
LFS says: After Pearl Harbor, I visited the office of Marine Recruiter Corn Pop, in Rehoboth Beach and I told him I could swim from there to the middle of the Atlantic and sink the Jerry’s U Boats and he asked me why I thought I could do that without freezing to death in the Atlantic. I lifted my pant leg and showed him the long blonde hairs on my legs and told him they acted as insulation against the cold. He signed me up that day and the rest is history. The movie, The Incredible Mr. Limpet, is based on me.
Navig8r says: It was a dark and stormy night. Lame, but it really was. Laundry bag in back and if the bald tires held, I’d be home for opening day of hunting season tomorrow and back at school for mid-terms Monday. If the bad spark plug wires had revealed themselves before the last beer and pizza run, I’d be getting the mileage to get home on one tank. Instead, I was watching my last $5 roll out on the pump dials. Better save a dime for the pay phone just in case. Maybe two dimes. Don’t want to cut it too close.
RWM says: “Sure, it has risk, but the benefits are too real to ignore. Besides, we can deflect and let the media run interference. They’ll never turn.”
“Agreed. Who would ever guess that the permanent savings to our healthcare system coupled with the additional revenue from ventilators drove any decision?
I know! Millions in saving plus, what, 40k per intubation? That’ll offset their intransigence towards our real needs.”
“And excess deaths mean bailout from those stupid pension obligations.”
“Well, (laughing) a few less old people and 100 billion from Nancy can’t hurt.”
“Win-win!”
“Sweetie? Doubles this time!”
“I’ll update Wolf tomorrow.”
“Approved”
Cameron says: iyónapȟA is the name that the Lakota gave this place. It means “shelter.” They knew about it back then; this particular area was isolated from any settlement so you would die easily out here. But the land can be kind. Someone who is stranded here is allowed refuge. That’s why you saw the hotel with the gas station while your car was burning fumes.
Get some sleep and I’ll fill up the car. Oh, and there’s a small price for this. When you die, your spirit has to help a traveler in return. So thank you for showing up. I’m glad to be moving on once you leave.
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