Archive | December 4, 2018

I LOVE the few Constants in life……

Happy Birthday
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We are all 2018 today.
Today the whole world is the same age.
Today is a very special day.
It happens only once every 1,000 years
Your age + your year of birth = 2018.
This is true for everyone.
It is strange and inexplicable.   Try it and see
It will not happen again for another 1,000 years.
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Image result for birthday cake with 2018 candles
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THE SPHINX—-ANSWER CAT

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https://www.wsj.com/articles/tuna-makers-look-to-hook-younger-consumers-1543766400

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The Editor:  Is there new news for dogs, LL ?

Answer Cat:  There sure is, here are two links.  Don’t buy any dog or human food from China.

https://www.upi.com/Odd_News/2018/11/29/Burger-Kings-food-promotion-is-going-to-the-dogs/9601543465856/?sl=19

https://www.dogfoodadvisor.com/best-dog-foods/

TE:  What is really going on in France ?

The riots are about a tax on fuel, a carbon tax to stop global warming.  The gas price will be over $ 7.00 a gallon.  You can’t afford snails, and petrol.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-6451503/France-considers-imposing-state-emergency-end-civil-unrest.html

https://www.vox.com/2018/11/27/18113124/paris-gas-tax-riots-france-macron

TE:  Is there any good news from North America, AC ?

The Mexicans don’t like the caravan people if they have to pay for room, board, health, and everything else.

https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2018/dec/2/tijuana-shuts-down-migrant-caravan-shelter/

FedEx  has a patriot.

https://video.nest.com/clip/69efc043d51f4b66b827ef805180f838.mp4?fbclid=IwAR0NFxWBvqHJm_ML5FqoDtdyCJEemN9m0IEVANYHsFzHFZ8EWqAMd1zlrCk

The Supremes say that you actually need a physical frog to deny property rights to an American Citizen.  The non-existent frogs ain’t got no home.

https://hotair.com/archives/2018/11/27/scotus-returns-land-rights-seized-protect-nonexistent-frog/

Astronomy Picture of the Day

Rocket Launch between Mountains
Image Credit & Copyright: Yudong Jiang

Explanation: What’s happening between those mountains? A rocket is being launched to space. Specifically, a Long March 3B Carrier Rocket was launched from Xichang Satellite Launch Center in Sichuan Province in China about two week ago. The rocket lifted two navigation satellites to about 2,000 kilometers above the Earth’s surface, well above the orbit of the International Space Station, but well below the orbit of geostationary satellites. China’s Chang’e 3 mission that landed the robotic Yutu rover on the Moon was launched from Xichang in 2013. The featured image was taken about 10 kilometers from the launch site and is actually a composite of nine exposures, including a separate background image.

Tomorrow’s picture: sky highlights

Poem of the Day

The Shooting of Dan McGrew

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A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o’-love, the lady that’s known as Lou.
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When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger’s face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank to health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.
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There’s men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he’d do,
And I turned my head — and there watching him was the lady that’s known as Lou.
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His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands — my God! but that man could play.
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Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars? —
Then you’ve a hunch what the music meant. . . hunger and night and the stars.
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And hunger not of the belly kind, that’s banished with bacon and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman’s love —
A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true —
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge, — the lady that’s known as Lou.)
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Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her love was a devil’s lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
‘Twas the crowning cry of a heart’s despair, and it thrilled you through and through —
“I guess I’ll make it a spread misere”, said Dangerous Dan McGrew.
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The music almost died away … then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, “Repay, repay,” and my eyes were blind with blood.
The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the lust awoke to kill, to kill … then the music stopped with a crash,
And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And “Boys,” says he, “you don’t know me, and none of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I’ll bet my poke they’re true,
That one of you is a hound of hell. . .and that one is Dan McGrew.”
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Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that’s known as Lou.
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These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with “hooch,” and I’m not denying it’s so.
I’m not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two —
The woman that kissed him and — pinched his poke — was the lady that’s known as Lou.
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