Friday, November 24, 2017

President Trump and Melania visit Coast Guard Station for Thanksgiving.


What a bounty of bread rolls and Lays chip products. I could have whipped them up Trader Joe's pot pies.

Say, do you like that ship on top of the refrigerator?

I bet you $100.00 it's a model of a Coast Guard ship. Would you like to have one? I bet you a $1,000 I can find one for you in ten seconds.

EBay [model coast guard sailing ship]

Boom, there it is.

How big do you want it? The bigger the better. They're surprisingly inexpensive. You can really jazz up your place with something nautical.

15" = cost $40 + $8.00 shipping,  The Eagle

30" =  cost $350 + free shipping, The Eagle

36" = cost $280.00 + free  shipping, The Eagle

15" = cost $50 + free shipping, The Eagle

7" = cost $10 + $8.00 shipping, The Eagle

36" = cost $727 + free shipping, The Eagle

21" = cost $200 + free shipping, The Eagle

24" = cost $100 + free shipping, The Eagle

Oh, oh, oh,

36" = cost $424 + free shipping, The Eagle This is the best deal.

Ha! You can get one in a bottle. That way you don't have to dust the rigging.

9" = cost $34 + free shipping, The Eagle

And more

7" = cost $13 + $12 shipping, Guess the name. Guess! The Eagle.

Plastic model vintage 1975 = cost $19 + $12.00 shipping, The Eagle.

So then, apparently there is only one USCG sailing ship. A barque used for training.

I should have bet $100 that I could guess its name.

Aerogarden update

Tomorrow will be one week. Four seeds germinated; basil, chives, savory and thyme. The three slow ones are still soaking; parsley, mint, oregano.

I don't know what savory is.

I bought some onetime to put into bread because a friend asked me about it. Over the phone he reads off the recipe. I hardly have the patience for it. Because it's relayed as if adding savory changes the nature of bread while there is nothing different about it. No need for all the superfluous instructions. The recipe goes: make bread, add savory.

But why? What's so special about savory? If I look, I'll bet $100.00 they say it's good for adding to fish or chicken.

* Savory complements egg dishes. (So does tarragon, and very well too)

* Beans, lentils and peas.

* Robust flavor holds up well in stews.

* Combines well with breadcrumbs in stuffings.

* Most commonly used with green vegetables, especially well with beans.

* German word for it, bohenkraut, means bean herb. Because it naturally aids with digestion of these sometimes difficult legumes.

Okay, fine. Here's $100.00 dollars.

I learned something. And I paid a lot more than that for education. A LOT more. And what did I learn? I leaned to look things up before making a bet. I learned there are different types of savory, winter and summer. I learned savory was the strongest of herbs that Europeans had before they had access to the spice trade and pepper.

And that caused to realize something mightily impressive and ironic on my own that wasn't written down. Imagine it, all those Europeans living in their little feudalism huts. No refrigeration, bad meat all over the place, all the time, and mostly savory to disguise it and flavor everything. One herb, basically, then boom, the world of food changes, and now they have access to everything, and because of globalization they, everybody,  really can have everything, even exotics. But that is hardly appreciated because that same industrialization and globalization created an insuperable distance between people and the source of all of their food, not just spices. So that they don't even know what individual spices do. When it comes to spices, people are utterly lost. There is no good reason for them to know anything. All of that is already done for them.

Like me today. I didn't add anything to my Trader Joe's chicken pot pie. It is perfect all by itself. A holiday feast right there in a paper tv dinner pie container. I could host a holiday dinner and serve nothing but Trader Joe's pies. And it would work.

Aren't these baby plants cute?

Imagine gardening becoming so scientific that each seed gets its own pod. How trusting that the seed will work! That's incredible.

Sometimes they don't work. Eh. So what. The company will send you a replacement pod. But it will be behind schedule a few weeks. It will lag behind all the rest.





Plants growing from seeds has never ceased to fascinate me. I'm filled with the same sense of wonder as I did the first time. In the first grade I went seed planting crazy. My dad gave me a couple dozen teeny-tiny red clay pots. Miniature versions of the regular things. I planted every seed from everything that I ate, every apple, every orange, peas, corn, sesame seeds, sunflower seeds, avocado seeds, beans, grapefruit. Everything. My parents indulged this obsession and allowed me to ring an oriel window with rows of tiny red clay pots. Some grew, some didn't. I lost track of what worked. Then our family was transferred and I gave my apple tree babies, and orange tree babies to my grandmother for safekeeping. She blew it. And I never did forgive her that carelessness.

Maybe I should do that now. Her goes. OoooooooUuuuuummmmmmm.

Grandma, I forgive you for being so careless and really not giving a shit about my little trees. Amen.

There.

I must also thank my professor of Biology 101, an elective I took in pursuit of BSBA. She said to the theater of students. "Look. There's no such thing as a stupid question, okay? If you're stuck on something you really must ask because everything that follows is based on your comprehension of the present material."

We all thought, "cool."

Then later, a very beautiful long-haird blond young woman raised her hand and drawing attention to herself she asked an incredibly stupid question that revealed to all of us that she hadn't even bothered reading the text.

The professor was disgusted by being held back by the lowest common denominator. She wouldn't mind if the class were thinned out. It's time to get to thinning. She took a few breaths to settle her composure and answered, "When I said there's no such thing as a stupid question, that presumed that you at least read your textbook before asking."

The beautiful privileged young woman was crushed with burning embarrassment. We didn't notice her after that. She was shrunk inside her shoe.


We were all thinking, "that's hard." 

We all learned that lesson.

Our class went on to plant cell structure and photosynthesis. The story picks up with sunlight hitting the plant leaves and converting nutrients in the soil into sugars and letting out CO2 from the leaves. 

But it didn't say anything about seeds, except that the plant makes them. 

And that's where my chief interest was. The textbook did not answer my questions. It did not settle the mystery of seeds. How does this miracle even happen? Yes, the seed has DNA. The plant has to grow a leaf before all this photosynthesis stuff can happen.

So I dared myself and asked, knowing her impatience with stupid questions. Knowing what will happen to me if Miss Lucky Strikes doesn't appreciate my question or if she thinks the other students cannot benefit from her answer.

"How does the plant grow from a seed to its first leaf? Why doesn't it just sit in the dirt and rot?" 

A hush fell over the theater. I thought, we all thought, "Oh shit. Here it comes." 

Brace yourself, boy. I honestly did not know if my question is stupid or not.

The professor stopped cold. An uneasy silence fell over the the theater like a pall. She looked straight into my eyes. I saw behind her eyes real pity for my infantile yearning ignorance. She walked toward me then stopped. Then she said tenderly as if speaking to a child, "You see, plants evolved to store sufficient energy and instructions in its DNA so that when the required conditions are met, warmth and moisture, then there's enough energy stored up to propel the seed to its first leaf. Then all this photosynthesis takes over." 

The relief that I felt was vast. And she really did clear up a tremendous mystery. Yes, maybe I should have known all that, maybe I should have intuited it like the textbook assumes, but I didn't. And that one single thing is greater than all the rest that I leaned in that class. To me. Comprehending that meant more to me than comprehending photosynthesis or myosis and mitosis. More than comprehending the exchange of gases. And osmosis. More than understanding that we need plants a heck of a lot more than plants need us. I will never forget this woman. She changed my life.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

WKRLEM: Two minutes........which is all people want to give to the history of Thanksgivings!


Paper Blossoms for All Seasons: A Book of Beautiful Bouquets for the Table

By Ray Marshall.



Well done!

Impressive. Don't you think?

I believe we can buy this book and learn from its ways. 

Because lookit how the first flower you notice is the iris with the hyacinths. Notice the iris is arranged as a hexagon. 

The leaves are arranged around hexagon. Think of a hexagon fence standing up. With two parallel sides attached to opposite sides of the card with tabs, and the four remaining sides are free. Now imagine the linear lanceolate leaves attached to the fence boldly standing upright due to the stiffness of the paper. Inside the fence is a long double stem, one stem on each side of the main fold. They separate slightly at the top as they do at the bottom, so the top can act as support for a platform, the white collar of the iris bloom.

The hexagonal white collar folds in half like a book, like the original card. Mechanically, it's another card within a card elevated on two flat sticks. It's like the Seattle Space Needle. The yellow iris bloom is exactly the same as it's leaves. But attached to the white collar where the leaves are the same thing attached to the card.

The hyacinths are a similar arrangement. Except where the irises have a white collar, the hyacinths have the same thing, a hyacinth lid. The hyacinth lid fold the opposite direction as the iris white collar.

It's exceedingly clever. 

Hexagons within hexagons atop hexagons, that fold flat as a fence with three fence segments to each side of the card, and others that fold flat in half as a book. The book hexagons are both bases and lids. The fence hexagons are both leaves and blooms.

And all the flowers follow this basic construction. But that first flower is built on the central fold. The artist cannot have all the flowers arranged along the central fold like a line of soldiers. The artist must stagger them.

To stagger the blooms another mechanism is used to displace the central fold. A strap mechanism, a flat surface, a band, that crosses the central fold. When the card is folded, the strap folds the opposite direction. Where the strap attaches to both sides of the card it forms two new lines (of attachment) that serves as new (displaced) central folds, creases where new mechanisms can be attached just like the original on the central fold. It doubles the area where things can be attached on both sides of the central fold. New flowers, that can be the same as the original.

Or they can be different.

The thing is, since the strap crosses the central fold, then the new creases for attachment that the strap creates are closer to the edge of the card than the original central fold of the card. So the flowers that attach to the new creases must be shorter.

Or else they'll stick out when the card is closed.

And this is why the artist must produce so many prototypes. 

You will notice this pentagon idea expressed different way throughout the five pages. And that's what makes this book so amazing. The artwork is really sweet. The artist has done so much with standard pop-up mechanisms. Its very impressive.  

That does it! 

I'm going to buy this book and study it to pieces. I mean, full on autopsy. 

Then copy it and send out the results broadcast. Women are going to love this. I already did flowers but never this well. 

Not an easy call


According to numerous sources talking to Joe Pompero at Vanity Fair the NYT is torn about whether or not Glenn Thrush should be fired for sexual-misconduct allegations. NYT is conducting an investigation. The problem they're having with accusations that Thrush hit on women in their 20's when he was drunk and married besides, is that the incidents reported occurred when he worked for Politico. 

Either way, stay or go, it's hard to care. Whatever is felt occurs in the gut, not the intellect nor the heart. Lower gut. Very lower. Lowest of the gut. The Ace of Spades writers have an hilarious expression for this hard feeling, schadenboner. They kill me.

Girls' Generation

The North Korean soldier who defected regained consciousness and his first request after being assured that he really did make it to South Korea was music.

Now, this is very odd. Don't you think?

Some of you are musicians so you probably do not think that is odd. And music is universal, after all.

Touching.

The humanity. It's totally getting me.

The South Korean government is very interested in this request of his because it so happens that part of their own propaganda is to blast South Korean music by loudspeakers across the border. Kim Young-Dung, Kimchee Dong, whatever, Rocket Boy, banned drinking and singing parties. No Karaoke for you! Oh noooooooooo.

Now life over there is even worse!

This is what the soldier is watching.  Laugh if you like. Sneer if you must. Grumble about being old. This video has 195 million views on YouTube so somebody out there really likes it. They sure are cute.

gobble gobble


butternut pie



That's good as anything else I've seen. And I just watched fifteen videos on pumpkin, sweet potato and butternut squash pie.

That makes me, like, a total expert.

They all say the same things. 

Every single one of them uses pre-made pie shells. It's just not important to any of them to make their own.

And all of them use the same spices. Except one woman uses only nutmeg and she kept adding it. Three extra times. It was funny. She was using pre-ground nutmeg that day and hers lost its flavor in storing.

And only one woman used ginger.

Cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, ginger, none used a pinch of clove.

Vanilla extract, lemon extract, butter extract, but none used real lemon or lemon zest. None added orange or orange zest.

They roasted their sweet potatoes to concentrate the flavor and they boiled or microwaved the butternut squash. 

They all used sugar and brown sugar, salt, butter and eggs.

They all kept it to a paste, a slurry of varying viscosities, some very thin and runny and others thick as mud. Whatever the thickness, the egg caused it to set.

None of them added any extraneous items. And that made me imagine a pie combination. A mad pie combination that's everything that you like all at once with this type of squash filling holding it together. Throughout one of these pies, little chunks of diced apple or pear, raisins and pecans or walnut, cranberries or Craisins plumped up with rum. Perhaps oatmeal or chocolate. Or layers of various squashes.

I think pineapple chunks floating around in there would be nice. Or on top. Or in a layer.

I imagined cheesecake versions of all these type pies and I visualized mousse versions in differing types of shells, graham cracker crust or mixed versions using ground animal crackers or ground ginger snaps. 

It seems to me a billion varieties await exploration. 

And then I thought, what's the deal with pie shells anyway? A pile of any of this kind of mixture with a pie shell type cookie would be very nice 

And I really like sweet potato just as it is, baked to incredibly deep sweetness with any of these things, or all of these things, sprinkled on top. 

No sweet potato pie video for you!

They're all rather dull. 

Ok fine. My arm hurts. Stop twisting already. Uncle!

This woman is sweet as pie. I'd like to introduce her to whole nutmeg that you scrape yourself.

Chefs do not use bottled lemon juice. They're against it. For they are lemon elitists.

And I wonder why none of the home cooks ran their mixture through a sieve since they're so concerned about plant fibers.

I learned this is mostly an African-American thing. Is this culture appropriation? If it is, then thank you. Thank you everybody for sharing.

Jewels of the Oracle

I just now read three distressingly political items all having to do with political machinations. The first is about the DNC employing a broken arrow strategy against Republicans. The main idea is Republicans hold more state offices across the land by a very large percentage so for Democrat leadership, a desperate act becomes reasonable. Meaning, in a battle situation where your group is pinned down then you call in air support to bomb the whole area. That will also kill your own people but since your opponent has more forces then they suffer a greater percentage of losses. That explains the Harvey Weinstein and associated political sex scandals.

And observing that strategy fail miserably, the smaller number suffering greater losses is a beautiful thing to behold.

The second is about RNC organization, their analogy to regular business in relation to GOPe. Who does the investing, the planning, the managing, and who are the employees, and finally, we the consumers.

The third is about Hillary Clinton paying her lawyer to pay Fusion to pay British and Russian for a Dossier then pay journalists to run the bogus story.

And I was thinking, oh man, I don't want to post about that crap. It reminds me of a puzzle in Jewels of the Oracle that I didn't want to solve because it is ugly. The player is already in a basement. You touch your marker on a jewel shape on a stone door and it slides open with the sound of a stone crypt door, stone against stone. At the end of the room are vertical pipes with varying levels of water. The thick heavy pipes are connected. The player opens valves so water drains from one pipe to another. The object is to balance the water levels by adding and subtracting from the pipes. It's not straightforward. You have to add and subtract counterintuitively instead of directly. It turned out to be a lot of fun to solve.

Then I thought, what happened to that game? It's played on a CD. Computers at the time didn't hold that much information so most of data was kept on the disc. Then later computers don't have the CD drive. The disc is still around and so is a detached CD player, but pfffft. It's an old game. 1995.

Then I thought, how did I even know about this game? Why did I have it. I'm not into games.

I drifted back 22 years and saw it again. I'm running around town with a friend. We're planning something big. A party. It involves a lot of loose ends. We must go to a Capitol Hill apartment of one of his friends. Someone I know but not very well. I had never been to his apartment.

Nice place. Well designed. Expensive.

Upon entering we pass through a foyer were oddly a small table is set up with a desktop computer and with a computer game running. Who puts a computer at the entrance? We haven't even walked into to the apartment yet. The friend who is driving around town and this new friend had been playing. They were stuck on this challenge. They told me they were wracking their brains out trying different solutions but could not solve this puzzle. They looked for increasing complexities, they looked for curved shapes vs sharp angles, they looked for attached lines vs disconnected lines, they looked for designs with meaning, they looked for a message, they look for letters. Nothing is fitting.

I looked at the screen for fifteen seconds and solved it. Each tile is a mirror of itself. So what is the self being mirrored? It's simple as flakey farmhouse piecrust. Without saying anything I simply moved the tiles into place. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Solved. They both looked at me stupefied. "Jesus Christ, Dude. How did you do that?"

They think I'm brilliant.

I said, "It's the sort of thing you can overthink. It's actually mundane and very low level. This is a puzzle for children. This is a puzzle for idiots. And when you see it, you can just kick your own asses."

I showed them.

They both went from thinking me brilliant to becoming angry. At me! Both of them, especially the guy who drove me there became aggressively rude. Dismissively, "Well it takes a dumbass like Bo to figure out something this stupid."

How rude! "Look, I didn't ask you to let me play your game. You asked me to look at it. So I did."

"Well, we didn't expect you to solve the stupid thing so fast."


Whatzamatter, don't you read hieroglyphs backward and forward, sideways and vertically?

I love the design of this game, vaguely Mesopotamian, Egyptian, prehistoric, alien. 

This really is a fun computer game. 24 puzzles altogether.

There is no plot to it. No character. So it's not a game in that sense. Just a fantastic assembly of various puzzles. Most of the games have two settings, easy and hard. Some like this one are insanely easy while others are challenging. The maze on a cube is a major pain in the butt because your exit from one maze is the entrance to the next until the whole cube  surface is gone through. Then you get your jewel to add to the jewel set.

Others are variations of common puzzles that you played with as a kid. My favorite of those is the small flat plastic board that you hold in your hands that contains  sixteen spots for fifteen tiles with one empty space. The player shoves the tiles around with their thumbs. I can solve the plastic version of that thing in seconds by creating a train of tiles that makes a few loops around the frame dropping tiles and picking up tiles as it loops until boom all the tiles are in the right spot. You must think of the sections backward and forward.

My favorite puzzle of all in Jewel of the Oracle is a maze where you control a beetle pushing a ball of poo down a hole. The beetle cannot go backward, and can only push the ball. I've seen variations of this online but they're not as cute.

Pipe puzzle 3:37



I just now discovered that YouTube has all of the challenges in order. People explain all the challenges. Some are mathematic, algebraic, some are logic. One infuriating puzzle is logic that asks you to select items in a prehistoric room that go together. While all the items go together in some way, hunting, farming, preparing food, etc. The thing that makes it so hard is discovering their precise selection of objects and their reason behind their association. There are logic puzzles like this on the GMAT and LSAT verisimilitude practice books too. All those very thick books are fantastic puzzle books. But the logic sections are as much subjective as they are pure logic because the author rates the importance of elements. You have to take what is given and extrapolate outward the value or the importance of ramifications unspecified. And that varies greatly reader to reader. They give the answer, but they don't give the why of the answer so after all that work you score poorly and still don't learn anything, except the writer is a bit tetched. 

Now, you can download the whole game for free. And its followup, Gems of Darkness.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Did someone say watermelon?

I was working yesterday, looked up and saw:


After reading Chip's post I now have a hook upon which to hang this photo.

What is the link, you ask? Ha!

Okay, that didn't work? How about this one:


Enter this contest to win fabulous prizes!

What my dogs do when I am not looking.

pie crust war

Mum, bless her, made the worst pie crusts but none of us knew that for we lived in ignorant pie crust bliss.

Toni set me straight years after I left home. She came over to my house to make pies. I poured vegetable oil into a bowl of flour as I knew how. Toni stopped dead, shocked, and asked me what I was doing.

I'm making a pie crust. Duh.
How do they come out?
Like cardboard. Of course.
It's no wonder. You're doing it wrong.
How do I fix it?
First, throw that away. 
She has a very cogent direct way about her. She told me the fat must be kept cold. Best to start with everything chilled. Cold bowl, ice cold water, cold flour, cold hands. Some farmer's wives run cold water over their fingers before starting. The old fashioned pie crusts are butter cut into cubes and smashed with cold fingertips into the flour until the flour is loaded with butter. The bowl will be filled with flattened butter chunks coated with flour. Chilled again. Ice cold water sprinkled over the mass of floured flakes until it barely pulls together. Chilled again.

I wish I had known about gluten molecules relaxing when I was seven years old and pressing out Chef Boyardee pizza. It kept shrinking back on an oiled baking sheet. Had I just let it sit there for ten minutes then it would stretch out cooperatively.

Those pizzas were stupid. But we didn't know that either.

So the farmhouse pie crusts are made without processors. The butter is smashed and pushed off the fingertips before heat from your hands can melt the flakes. The fingertips run rapidly through the flour and smash every lump they encounter down there. It's very deft and movement-economical. There is no processor to clean.

The processor type crusts turn the butter/flour to powder. They all aim for pea-size particles, then add water and process further in pulses until it pulls together. Now those pea-size butter particles are even smaller.

The farmhouse technique creates individual large flakes layered throughout the crust when it's rolled.

The processed technique creates itty-bitty dust-flake crusts.

They're both flakey because the ingredients were kept cold so the fat didn't melt to absorb flour. The farmhouse style has big flakes, the processed style has powder flakes.

Vodka replacing part of the water has the advantage of evaporation for a dryer flakier crust.

Beaten egg yolk fortifies the crust. It gives the crust more body. It makes the crust more like a cookie.

Dessert crusts have sugar, savory crusts do not.

None suggest adding anything like ginger powder and I wonder why not.

Nana's a loser. Don't listen to her. She talks too much and she makes pie crust from loser oil. She thinks her pie crust are flakey and I know that Nana doesn't know what she doesn't know. Because I used to not know that same thing too.  She's living in blissfully ignorant pie-world. Her secrets are worthless. Plus her video is too long. Her pie crust may be flakey, but so is cardboard. She makes the kind that Toni broke me from and it's been improved pie crusts ever since. Thank you, Toni.

This Food Network guy uses vodka for part of the liquid.



Nice trick. He countered the taste with sugar.

This effervescent young bird has her pie-crust act together seriously. She manually builds her flakes and then layers the oversized flakes still rather dry. She doesn't create a coherent dough then roll it out. Her dough becomes partially coherent by her repeated rolling and slow absorption of meager water.  Her very large flakes are folded like puff pastry. This is Bon Appétit Test Kitchen and this is how they roll.


Food Wishes, because I like John and he's good at everything so he's invited to our contest.


One last contestant. This woman talks funny. Step 1: Paint your fingernails red.


Finally! Someone does it the way of the authentic farmhouse wife. Gemma for the win.

No messing around. No processor. No stupid pastry cutter. No tricks. Gemma, I would eat your pie any day.

John with Food Wishes turned in a standard effort. Very unusually, we didn't learn anything from John today.

Carla with Bon Appétit ran a very close second. Her technique is confident and bold and knowledgeable.

Vodka crust guy has a splendid trick.

Nana, such a loser, we don't even watch her. We expect better from our elders than oil pie crust. Something like lard. Wax paper? Gimme a break.

Toni told me I really should buy pie rolling cloth and cloth sock for the wooden roller. Those two things are a whole 'nuther ballgame. So I did. And they are.

On the five-year anniversary of Colorado pot legalization

By James Arlandson at American Thinker.

I'll tell you what James Arlandson says.

Visitors remark they smell the growing warehouses alongside the highways and entire neighborhoods in Colorado Springs smell like pot.

[Really? I haven't notice that. Although I told you that one day Pure smelled like a skunk. I went in and told there is a skunk hanging around and they laughed. Then gave me a tour. They're such pleasant people, easily given to good humor.]

Homelessness rate has grown and ranks among the highest in the country. Directors of homeless shelters and people who live on the streets tell (someone) that subsance abusers migrate here for easy access to pot.

[Not just homeless. And not just across the country. People have flocked here from around the world to experience what liberty is like. I saw a world map in a medical marijuana shop on Lincoln and 10th where guests put a pin on the place where they came from just to buy pot legally. That's glorious and tragically sad at the same time.]

In the five years there's been a doubling of drivers involved in fatal crashes who tested positive for marijuana.

There's been more marijuana in schools than teachers and administrators ever feared.

Colorado is a cautionary tale for the 60% of American voters who are favorable toward legislation.

Ingesting a chemically laced plant with carcinogens and brain cell-destroyers is bad for the body. An Australian study shows cannabis [and other illicit substances] is associated with early onset of psychosis.

Well, when you say it like that.

When you concentrate solely on all the possible bad things. Come on. Can't you be fair?

No. You cannot. Your American Thoughts would be balanced if you did.

Where do I even start with you? Where do I go with you? Why even bother when everything positive I can manage comes pre-rejected? What would be the point of even engaging? Your mind is made up. Like a brick.

A brick with American Thoughts.

Mr. American Opining Person, I meant to say Thinker just now. I must be high. Have you even ever met a pot smoker or someone who ingests pot? Because it sounds like you live in isolation back there in 1930.

You didn't mention anything about freedom and liberty in your American Thinking opinion. And that's strange because that's the main thing about this issue and that's also the main thing about being American and being a Thinker.

You didn't bother covering increased Colorado tax intake in your American Thinking opinion, and increased tax revenue is significant.

It didn't fix Colorado budget because Colorado is run by Democrats and they're maniacs with spending.

See, there's two very important aspects right there that you ignored. Your Thinker piece is all about dodgy studies done by anti-liberty, pro-legislation, worn out fuddy duddy, prohibitionist  research by no-fun having antisocial nerds. Who probably drink their asses off until their speech is slurred.

Not one goddamn word about its actual medical benefits. Even if that rubric is abused for recreational use. You cannot deny very real patients who get very real help with marijuana, yet you do deny them. To you they don't count.

You don't mention anything about people locked in jails for simply pursuing their own happiness because you're too locked in your own jail of anachronistic prohibitionist conceit.

You are a joke. A man dressed in drag and displaying yourself comically as a cranky old woman so convincingly people think you're real.


I'm tired of being subjected to your time-worn threadbare lame ass arguments that rely so heavily on the opinions of others. I'm worn out from hearing all the craptastic data you drag out to support your losing opinion. 

No mention in your American Thinky-Thoughts of the real beauty of living free in a free state, free of oppression of legalized constrictions on personal behavior that's none of anyone else's business, in a state that is towering beacon of light to the rest of the nation for rational thinking men and women for citizens stuck in their miserable oppression in states that apply government oppression with the heavy overbearing sledgehammer of  law. Stopping people as they drive across the border on the chance they might be bringing in a fucking weed. 

You have no idea how stupid and miserable you sound to people living free. 

I've lived here for decades and I nor any of my friends even smoke pot [tried it and it does me no good at all] while all of us agree legalization of something that should never have been illegal in the first place is not so much the way to go, it's the way to be. American, thinking and free. And we understood that at age twelve when we learned about prohibition while also learning about the uselessness of prohibition, the ridiculous conceit of prohibition, the waste of prohibition, the damage of prohibition all so much greater than the reason for prohibition. And here you are doing all that all over again. 

Here. Let's not be cross with each other. Let's be chums and watch a movie together. It's only an hour. An old one from 1936, because you are so very much like them with your creaky old outdated American Opinion sorely in need of an updating. We can torch up a ... cook up a pot of popcorn and munch it together. Hold my hand. 


Okay I'm done with that.

Two months ago I went to the bank. US Bank. They're American Thinkers too. They moved from their classy digs on the corner of Broadway and Mississippi to crummy little dump in what should be a antique shop on Broadway and with very limited parking. It's awful. Temporary until their new building is finished.

The teller behind the counter was 20-something, nicely dressed, but he looked like he grew up on a farm. Big. Clear skin, short hair. Clean-cut, quiet type, and staid. I made some kind of minor banking error. And that created a problem. I had no good excuse. I told they guy, "I must have been high." He was NOT expecting that from someone who looks like a military officer. He was tickled with that careless humor. And he ended up giving me a cashier's check for free, and upgrading my banking service, and a coupon for an unrelated free service. He helped me out more than he had to just because he enjoyed the acknowledgement of very real palpable, tangible, American Thinking freedom and very real liberty.

I hope for you that your state can become so advanced as ours. So full of gracious people living in liberty. Whether or not you'd like it to. All is well. Your studies are bogus. Live free, and be of good cheer.