Hidden in Plain Sight

Because the family dog was leading the Weavers to them, one of them shot the dog. The son, shocked to find a Marshal had just killed his best friend, had a knee jerk reaction and shot one of the camouflaged trespassers. In response, the boy was then shot in the arm and then shot in the back as he ran away.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

i have a file or folder on my pc that i want to share with other people. let's call it gayshit.mp3

unfortunately gayshit.mp3 is 750mb and im not paying for discord nitro so i need another way to send it

i put it into qbittorrent and it makes a torrent file. this is essentially a very small file that points to gayshit.mp3 so other computers can find it. kinda like a treasure map

i send this tiny file to my friend, who loads it into qbittorrent. their computer takes a moment to find mine over the vast expanse of cyberspace and then (as long as my pc is running and the file is still where it should be), it gets copied from my hard drive to theirs

this is the cool part: if somebody else loads that tiny file, they can download it from both of us. if i'm offline but my friend is on, the third person can still get it. this also means that if two people have separate halves of the file, they can download the other half from each other. as long as some combination of people have the pieces between them, they can all have the whole thing.

crucially this does not require a server!!! you can just upload the file to a few people and as long as they keep it, it's still accessible. as long as somebody, somewhere is still connected, it's available forever. the only way it goes away is if everybody disconnects from it.

The Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department ruled her death a suicide almost as soon as they got there.

Read More: https://thefreethoughtproject.com/the-state/police-close-case-on-suspected-lynching-while-leaving-unanswered-questions

Other people: You're being dramatic

One of the UN’s founders characterized his troops raping 1 in 8 women in Central Europe (including countries like Czechoslovakia and Poland where they then demanded to be welcomed as liberators), 1 in 9 of those so brutally and repeatedly that they died, as “having fun with a woman”.

Patient had non terminal IBD. The non terminal part is key because when MAid started in 2016 it was for the terminal ill, in the throes of end of life pain and suffering. Death with dignity and all the catch phrases. It has since expanded to include (basically) a voluntary request, “sound mind”…and also eligible for public funded healthcare. That’s basically it although there are some other quantifiers that fall under the umbrella of those three items.

Weird it’s only eligible if taxpayers pay for it but let’s go on.

Total time from first interaction in parking lot to time of death was two hours. Clearly the face to face time for assessing his condition and his mental status was significantly less than that. Trained psychiatrists often take several hours with a new patient to assess the overall condition and then make guarded assessments for full diagnosis. This doc likely took 10 mins of “assessment” and surely led the conversation directly into the path of MAiD.

Why? Because there is financial incentive. It varies but let’s just say $1000. $500/hr pretty good ROI…if you’re evil.

Patient had history of alcohol abuse, suicide ideation, mental illness and depression.

Doctor is a family doctor. Not a psychiatrist or other mental health clinician capable of determining the degree of his mental status. But such is the MAid program. Any licensed physician and even nurse practitioners can participate in MAiD. It’s a voluntary program if they get “tHe tRaInInG”.

In short he was not of sound mind. Not capable of making decisions. A family doctor could say “he’s NOT of sound mind” (ie it’s obvious he has issues) but only a psych guy could say he was (ie he’s a unique unicorn but understands his decisions and their ramifications).

Imagine your dermatologist ending your life under this program. “Hey…you got actinic keratosis…we could liquid nitrogen burn it off…but have you ever just thought of killing your self instead?”

Thus the entire program and this case in particular is just evil and incentivized.

The same doctor botched a prior case. Declared the guy dead because he didn’t give the right meds…again…he’s a family doc doing complex anesthesia like procedures he’s not qualified to understand. And even then he just didn’t follow the directions. The case:

• Dr. MacLean was providing Medical Assistance in Dying (MAiD) to Stewart at the patient’s home.

• He administered medications from a backup MAiD kit but failed to properly include or administer one of the key drugs — specifically, the neuromuscular-blocking agent (paralytic) that is part of the standard three-drug protocol.

• After giving propofol (which induces unconsciousness), MacLean could not detect a heartbeat and pronounced the patient dead.

• He then left the patient’s home.

• Shortly afterward, Stewart resumed spontaneous breathing (he “woke up”/started breathing again). 

Dr. MacLean was called back, returned to the home, administered additional medication (including the missing paralytic), and pronounced death a second time. The patient ultimately died

The consequences for all the above obvious incompetencies? Six months of “supervision”. So basically none.

2 reasons. First, I'm supposed expect that this or that group or side that's always calling those people or them folk evil; are willing to pay for the health care of said evil group? Or not complain their tax dollars are going into keeping said evil group alive?

Second reason, and Canada's rapidly turning into an example of this; I can't trust the Government to start cutting costs to save money to either help more people... or stuff their own wallets. Costs like less personal, less locations to pay for, less training or lower quality machines and drugs.....

And above all, start cutting ongoing costs.

Which in this case seems to mean patients.

You need to add a whole lot more infrastructure to determine what the "worth" of those unrealized gains are. Making a government program bigger rarely results in more efficiency.

Also, this gives the government a strong incentive to over-estimate the unrealized gains for more tax revenue.

Because they think money should be in their hand rather than the hands of the people who hold those things.

Sadly however, what most people don't realize is the fact that when you text unrealized games not only does the government get to overestimate what's something is worth to charge you the most they possibly can. They will also continue to find ways to charge you on it because if you think that they're going to stop at a tax like this you're out of your mind. And the one fun part about stocks or other on realized gains, like solid assets like houses and cars etc, because those are, in fact, on realized games because they are worth money in estimate. Is the fact that eventually those people are going to have to start selling things off to pay for these games that they have not received which means they are paying taxes on money that doesn't technically exist.

Every time some smug Zionist makes some snide little remark,

some sideways little jab

squats and pushes out some fucking platitude onto the floor and proudly stands over it

opens their stupid, empty fucking mouths and spits out some watery justification

I remember that she was only 5 years old, and she was innocent. She was no threat to anyone, and they fired over 300 bullets into the car she was hiding in. She was terrified and her last moments on this earth were spent begging for someone to save her.

Instead, she was murdered, and the people who tried to save her were murdered. And the world watched, and most of it looked away. The world does not deserve to look away. 

She was barely older than my two youngest children. She is only one of the tens of thousands of children Israel has murdered. Thousands under a year old. Thousands under 5.

The Supreme Court’s decision to invalidate Louisiana’s congressional map creating two Black-majority districts continues to remind us of how much the U.S. has backpedaled away from the so-called racial “reckoning” of the summer of 2020.

Read More: https://thefreethoughtproject.com/government-corruption/black-disenfranchisement-has-not-been-this-intense-since-jim-crow