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UTUSN's JournalThe unspeakable solution to neutralizing KRASNOV
Since 2015 it has been obvious to many of us that KRASNOV is a deeply deranged specimen. Leaving the clinical diagnoses to credentialed professionals, the things that have affected us daily within the scope of there always being somebody who is annoying are: His extreme need for attention, daily acting out stunts, need to denigrate others, lack of insight, insatiable need for praise with susceptibility to obvious flattery, zero empathy, incredible ignorance, fear to the level of cowardice, coveting the accomplishments and honors earned by others, confusing outward materialism with the inner value of things.
The most charitable allowance for him that is occasionally heard is that he simply has a black hole void of LOVE.
*** Remember how he's afraid of animals? The eagle flapping its wings near him, the Thanksgiving turkeys to Pardon, just about the only president without a *dog*? His entire alienation from feelings for other people extends to other living things, such as animals, who are sentient and emotionally responsive.
So the answer to fixing the void that is him is: A dog. Who has not experienced how a dog stares at us figuring us out lovingly constantly, follows us around, gives and receives constant attention, is undeniably sincerely devoted?
Remember how President TRUMAN said, "You want a friend in Washington? Get a dog."
********The unspeakable part is inflicting KRASNOV on a poor dog.
So, while letting the decision brew and simmer, the local tech was dispatched to test things out (again)
So I had given the context as in paragraph 2 in the OP on the phone with the provider office tech in the morning with the result being their sending a tech to zap tests at the outside and inside wiring. I went on record that all that had been done a couple of times in the past, asking what was different now since the telephone company had laid a new outside cable and I had bought an inside phone wire and a new router. They said their meter reading showed I was only getting 1 something of current now whereas the past readings had been 10 or something and peak is supposed to be 25 or something. Fine. So then the usual scheduling six hours later in the day. I said so I would be able to leave for errands and be back for that time, fine.
The previous young tech who sold me the new router and answered some questions about fiber optic lacked a phone short wire to test the jack and I had a brand new one that had come with something that was too short to reach the router, so he eagerly used mine. At the end of the visit, I noticed my short wire (that I didn't need anyway) was gone, the kid having taken it with him on auto-pilot (I'm sure). He had had a slightly smarty edge to him, asking, "Do you *know* what fiber optic *is*?" I said all I needed to know was that it was better than DSL.
So this new young tech was more down to earth without attitude and went through the same old paces outside box, inside jack, handling the router. I noticed he had his own short phone wire for his meter test thing for the jack, but otherwise I don't know enough about whatever and just let workers do their thing without observing what they're doing. So with my recitation of all the context of the past service calls, he was particularly interested in my point that I had back then tried to buy a new jack and found out from the mother phone company that jacks are obsolete, not used by the phone company any more and that eBay if anything might only be a source. This means that the information I provide turns out to shape what the technician's eventual conclusion will be.
So, after I interrogated about 5G vs fiber optic, my telling what I had learned, that my phone provider's 5G comes via towers and his telling me that his fiber optic is via satellite, I told him I would go with the fiber. His company has the fiber branch but he didn't try to hard sell, said I could try the current status with the router until problems developed again. I said that the past few months with this new router were already my trying-out period. So his conclusion was: Ta-DA, that with all my context, the problem was probably THE JACK of course. The unreplaceable jack. Of course. So I told him to go ahead and put in for the fiber optic. Fine.
So all this time since this morning the internet was solid. Saying he was going to give everything a fast look "to make sure everything is covered," he did that and left. Fine. -----------Can you see it coming? As soon as he was gone -----------------ta-DA, the thing went down, no internet same as this morning. It had been an anxious and tiring day, and resigned myself to doing without my main activity (internet, YouTube) until calling the DSL tomorrow and who knows when the fiber optic will be done. So I went for a nap. Another little irritant occurred that had to be taken care of before napping, so that happened. Finally the nap.
Rousing, went to check out the router again, unplugging and plugging to the power. Nothing. It had been about four hours with only the phone connected with a night to come without YouTube history video to sleep through. Sat pondering for awhile, then thought about the only thing I hadn't tried: I saw the tech unplug the phone wire from the jack and check the jack. So went to the jack on the outside chance the wire might not be plugged in enough. It was plugged, the only way it could be.
***************Came back to my chair and sat there awhile and THEN saw the other end of the phone wire dangling from my printer! The kid had forgotten to plug it in to the router! My next low tech problem was where to plug it to the router. Looking at the back of the router there was only one slot it would fit and it was labelled DSL! Bingo! Plugged but internet lights didn't go on for about 15 minutes. Was thinking again about the call tomorrow. Finally the lights went on.
*** I've worried about what seems to be increasing "auto pilot" - misplacing things, but I'm old. So it turns out younger ones do the same: Carpenters leave hammers behind, these two techs took a wire and didn't plug in the router wire, the latter despite having checked "to make sure I covered everything."
The update to my distant relatives on my local No-Kings experience, town of 100K
Was going to follow-up about my No-Kings experience because I tie up loose ends and perhaps have a touch of OCD, but my way of good wishes for Fathers Day was not to intrude, so belated congrats.
As with the colonoscopy last month, the preparation was more intense than the actual event. That is, the No-Kings was very well attended here, with lines of people 2 and 3 deep along 3 or 4 blocks on both sides of a main intersection. And of course peaceful and full of good cheer and fellowship, same feeling I have gotten at the half-dozen Democratic rallies I've ever been to, like being at home with like minded people.
But there's always the personal impact on me that is different, so: I'm sort of agoraphobic, was raised as solitary with all the older people of the house being gone to work and school, so am not used to being in groups and crowds - not in audiences, congregations, and football cheering squads.
So this crowd was naturally LOUD and cheering and waving signs, but even more, hundreds of vehicles passed at a crawl very LOUDLY honking the horns in total support, taking pictures, smiling, yelling, many with their own flags and signs, even one with a poodle in the window going around and around the blocks.
I was wearing my Navy ball cap that I always use and had to say thank-you very MANY times to all the ones saying, "Thank you for your service," to which I added, "Thank you for YOURS!"
So the sun was tolerable and the seat of my rolling walker hit the spot. I took pictures, but my phone's screen was black from the sun, so I couldn't see the buttons, so it turned out that most of the pictures were SELFIES - gaping mouth, eyes screwed up!
*********** - ON EDIT, Note: I've objected to W.Shrub's TY-4-urService Iraq meme from the start, but am gracious to non-wingnuts who are well intentioned about it, and I wear my cap because it's part of me, not to fish for thank-yous. The meme represents the main lesson that NeoCons reaped from Vietnam, that the Draft was poison to war mongering and that the bad treatment of Vietnam veterans depreciated military service as a whole, such that they needed to go all Volunteer and entice enlistments with superficial "appreciation." Hence, TY-4-urService.
From google search: "of a person or animal) reared in a specified environment or way. 'a city-bred man ' "
1- My only point regarding the OP was the use of "Mexican". I never attributed "bred" to the OP, used it myself without a thought to animal husbandry, merely and innocently in the idiomatic connotation of "born and bred".
2- As it turns out in the Google search, it applies to humans in my usage of raised or nurtured.
3- I never said you used "Mexican". Since you didn't explain what bothered you about "bred" and I don't have your frame of reference, I was blanked out about that and replied with the contrast between that blankness and your complete non-acknowledgement of the not-blank offense regarding "Mexican".
4- I reject your assuming, based on your wrong definition, that I would be motivated to dehumanize people, especially your implication that doing so would be intentional.
5- All that said, I don't expect you to be familiar with where I'm coming from, but we've been around here for a long time and while your DU handle is very recognizable to me nothing sticks out in what I've seen, certainly nothing glaringly negative, which is why your posts here knocked the breath out of me.
6- Since you seemed to think you needed to defend the OP from me, I'll add here that, far from disapproving, I have Recced scores of this OP's posts and have never disagreed with any, only this time correcting on solid ground and constructively meant.
Here's to returning to how we have been before, if possible.
Veteran said on interview, "I hate parades. I didn't sign up to march."
My second ship 50 years ago was brand new, was still being built at the shipyard in Bremerton, WA, when we, the Commissioning crew started transferring in. Think, seven months' per diem to rent in splashy Seattle in 1968 - Space Needle, ferry boat to the ship daily, monorail to the retired World Fairgrounds (first opera, first ballet), "schooners" (draft beer goblets), bookstores, antique stores, wearing civilian clothes, a date or two like from An Officer and a Gentleman.
It amounted to a payback for my first ship that was rusted, leaky, built in 1945, that we called "benjo maru" (shit ship). Oh, forgot, in Vietnam rivers.
*** But to the point. When the new ship was ready, there was the obligatory Commissioning ceremony, think a muckety muck breaking a champaign bottle on the bow. I don't remember that part since we crew would naturally not be proximate to where such action went on. What was the real feature, the really big show for the assembled dignitaries, was the tradition of "scrambling" the crew, consisting of the entire enlisted crew of some hundreds, in our picturesque Whites of course (it was Summer), officially taking possession of our now ship by scrambling - *running* in a presumed state of exhilaration, eagerness, zeal, from where our assembled ranks were to wherever the individual duty spots were all over the facade of the ship visible to the dignitaries below.
That scrambling entailed frenzied running, jumping obstacles, climbing "ladders" (vertical stairs). Such formal ceremonies and traditions are for the benefit of the officer caste, like fraternities of ivy league colleges, with the lowly enlisteds performing like trained monkeys.
Well, at some level some esprit de corps is supposed to be involved - in the receded past? Because the prevailing execution of *our* performed scrambling was marked by some self mockery, self consciousness of how ridiculous and undignified this was, not to mention hazardous to shins. And this was 1968, we were civilians at heart, democratic not feudal, resistant to authority, only temporarily mercenary in uniform - well, we sold some years of our lives and thereby didn't accrue student loan debt, whether we were aware of this or not. And despite being insulated inside the military, we knew there was freedom out there we would reclaim some day.
*** So the marchers in KRASNOV's parade might well need to be vetted for their MAGA enthusiasm.
Final Update on transferring from-to old new machines. Forecast of coming dilemma: Ridding of OneDrive.
For the whole gory details, storm and stress, see https://www.democraticunderground.com/109536595 if stomach allows.
The outcome in a nutshell was: External CD/DVD machine to install an old program disc on the new machine; and a thumb for transferring a missing folder.
Among the undealt-with things learned: Microsoft OneDrive was the culprit for things that didn't get moved by the software, and will be my nemesis either to live with or not.
**** Repost of my last post in the previous thread:
Have now figured out that what did and what did not get transferred by the Mover software from the old to the new was because of Microsoft's OneDrive, which someday I will try to rid myself of.
Iow, a folder of Pictures that *did* get transferred was not really transferred, it was in OneDrive and therefore available on the new.
The folder of Pictures that did NOT get transferred by the Mover software was in my This PC. For the amusement and looking-down-the-nose of all the High Techs, it was easy as pie just now to Save the entire missing folder onto a thumb and open it on the new machine. I won't download it until I'm sure that it won't go into OneDrive.
I've seen a few YouTubes about how to use OneDrive, take it off Default from Microsoft, and sort of get around it, but am nowhere ready to wade into all that for now.
Thanks to all who shared their expertise and advice! You might not realize it, but at my LowTech level this stress is literally toe-curling for me.
Unsung hero, fired DOJ Pardons attorney Liz OYER - calls KRASNOV abuser of the Pardons power
She was fired when she refused to recommend a Pardon for Mel GIBSON to get his access to guns back. She says that under KRASNOV donors and cronies are the profile for eligibility. My/OP addition, or as Roy COHN used to say hosting his big parties of cronies and clients, where everybody went around the room praising him, exactly how KRASNOV's "cabinet" meeting go, "If you're indicted, you're invited."
OYER was replaced by a previous Pardonee of KRASNOV's, who apparently does what she's told. The video below suggests that Stephen MILLER is who is funneling the names.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Marie_Johnson
Alice Marie Johnson (born May 30, 1955)[2] is an American criminal justice reform advocate and former federal prisoner. She was convicted in 1996 for her involvement in a Memphis cocaine trafficking organization and sentenced to life imprisonment. In June 2018, after serving 21 years in prison, she was released from the Federal Correctional Institution, Aliceville, after President Donald Trump granted her clemency, thereby commuting her sentence, effective immediately.[3][4] On February 20, 2025, Trump named her as his administration's "pardon czar".[5] ....
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Here is why we elected Bill CLINTON - CBS Sunday Morning today.
It's been since 1992 since I thought of him with the pure rush of signing-on for somebody in the earliest primaries. The morning after the first debate, I encountered some neighbors with Arkansas plates and gushed to them, "Your governor is *fantastic* !" And they said thank-you in a calm tone. In those innocent years of mine I didn't imagine that they might not be the partisans based on geography. And my glow got back to regular support when all the "bimbo explosions corrected to eruptions" (not MY words so don't castigate me) went off, summed up later at the end of Primary Colors where the Kathy BATES character says to him, "We saved you this time. Don't go breaking our hearts (again)." With the sub-text there being the suspicion that he would do just that.
And to get this out of the way, when the BJ storm hit, at my insignificant level of happy hour influence I was his fierce defender, seeing the whole thing as only a partisan warfare thing, blinders on regarding the Power and "morality" issues, compartmentalizing (to use CLINTON jargon). Privately, alone, I was totally pissed at him, on the grounds that winning power is so hard and becomes a transiently precious *opportunity* above all to achieve our agenda, which he totally blew (to coin a phrase). And, to be clear, my defending him against the Repukes didn't extend to smearing LEWINSKY, although I despised her. It came down for me that both of them were selfish jerks. I despised all of the characters involved, still remember Lindsey GRAHAM's graciously smiling in ushering in CLINTON for the interrogation.
When it was over it was back to our having survived at the "breaking our hearts (again) " stage, and was just glad to have him stashed in the background and on his own to defend himself with what popped up. In the interval since he had a Dismissed status for me. We had Shrub to detest. And the unremarked phenomenon of all the feet of clay in anybody we previously considered heroes - the uncovering of everybody's sordid proclivities, the KENNEDYs, LBJ, even FDR. The internet has left nobody unscathed - history is just gossip. I'm not a Fundamentalist morality hypocrite, just that some level of appropriate behavior might be considered to be consensus? Who knew what was going on in the movie Wall Street loos during working hours? (Not me.) About the only ones who have gone unscathed so far are TRUMAN, McGOVERN, SANDERS, CARTER and the like. I have separate issues with Jimmy - how he broke down the Separation of religion from the public forum, how he had a nest of vipers at his breast (Chris MATTHEWS, Pat CADDELL, David RUBENSTEIN), and most of all - separate from the possibility that he might be gigged for linear thinking/mistakes - that he made RAYGUN possible.
So this morning, CLINTON and his best seller novelist partner were peddling their latest, nothing there for me. But after that and a couple of different segments, CLINTON was brought back alone, and with conciseness and brilliance, he summed up our current disaster with the KRASNOV era. We're accused of only having our detestation of KRASNOV as an agenda - him living in our brain and TDS. He demolished that scenario and pointed a way up and out. It was back to 1992.
If JFK in govt employ had talked Roman church? - Why is RUBIO?
Or will he choose between Pope and KRASNOV?
I'm modest - really! - but it's my meme & the correct deal is:
Long long ago it was frustrating that threads would (and still do) get lots of Recs, post-less, (that don't kick the thread) - such that the thread would continue its downward slide since only a Post kicks it up. Hence, a kickless Rec indicated some kind of (esteem? ) yet no stymying of oblivion.
So it took two - Kick AND a Rec - to show esteem.
*** As for n/t, it's supposed to be courtesy saving time/effort to others that the Message/Body is empty, so its usefulness is in the title/subject/headline of the thread, not in the Body, of it but everything is visible so don't matter anymore.
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