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Number (3) got wiped out just now, and I am not inclined to try and reproduce it. Goodnight. (Correction: I just discovered it intact and published it.)

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It's possible, of course - indeed likely - that AIPAC and Israeli money feeds both sides of the political equation, but what is very clear is that McCain is the Neo-Con choice of the moment.

(Blood Sugar test at 2139 is 93. I'm getting hungry but I still have 3 beers to go. Cheers.)

Continuing in the political vein, Bush gave his final State of the Union speech recently, and not a moment too soon... a fact which apparently exhausts my current political list. The rest is gravy.

Using salt.

Middle age was indeed depressing for me, but for different reasons. It was the age when it slowly dawned on me that I had a personal enemy.

Are blue-eyed people naturally hornier? I think so.

Sick words.

I'm almost finished with 'god is not Great,' second iteration. It is by far the best, most informative book I have ever read. I consider it to be one of the greatest and most relevent books published so far in the current millenium. You must read it!

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Politicwise, it looks like both political parties have narrowed the candidates down to two each (more or less), and the Democratic debate is going on even as I type (being gassed here: RLG). McCain seems to be the Republican front-runner at the moment, while the Democratic race seems to be still undecided. Very interesting political stuff! And what a contrast:
A: McCain, the old protestant Irishman vs Romney, the young Mormon, both governors.
B: Clinton, the woman, vs Obama, the African-American male, both senators. Delicious!
On the Republican side I notice that McCain (Cain and Able) has been endorsed by the Jewish senator from Israel, Lieberman. I therefore presume that McCain is the AIPAC candidate and benefits from lots of Jewish-American (and possibly Israeli) money, not to mention Christian Fundamentalist money. This would make McCain the religious nut candidate. And McCain is old. It is doubtful he would be a two term president, so his vice-presidential choice would be significant, futurepoliticwise.
And then there is the Democratic pair, both representing change. The result is that what we have here is a choice between dramatic change and business as usual. No contest. The Democrats will win, hands down.
Concerning the Order of Power, I would currently favor Clinton-Obama, but I could support the reverse order, or even another order entirely. (Not that I will actually vote: America doesn't work, for me. The result is that I am only a privileged observer of modern culture, and a commentator.)

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The last beer is almost gone and I will soon be pigging out on leftovers. This might be a good time to do a blood sugar test. It has been at least 24 hours since I last ate solid food. Standby... 97. I consider this reading as confirmation that my well-trained liver is doing it's duty on a drunken friday night.
My personal myth is that we all understand that we need to work together in order to avoid premature death. Brain works with liver. Brain works with kidney. Brain works with pancreas. All work with each other. But we also understand that death is the natural outcome of life. Indeed, without death, life would be meaningless. Death injects meaning into life. Life would otherwise be meaningless.
Nighty night!

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I think.
But my ingrained skepticism sometimes leads me to question my caricaturization of events. I therefore remain a skeptic even when acting as a critic of my own experience. It seems to me that once you wholeheartedly believe anything you are lost forever, and that you would be better served by a skeptical attitude, always. The trick is to figure out what to believe in the interim, and what not to believe. It is a totally delicious assignment, as I' m sure you will agree. 'Discovering the truth' is a process, not a goal. 'The Truth' - whatever that is - can never be known but can be approached incrementally.
Huh?!

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Wow! I just discovered Chessgames.com while I was looking for the Bobby Fisher games in Denver. This site seems to be an archive of significant games, which you can play, move by move, at your leisure. This is a great find for a chess player. Enjoy. (None of my games will appear on that site, of course, so don't bother.)

Just won a game on Comcast.... Another win... I usually win. I am a winner. I was a sexual winner when I lassoed Kootch and my other lovers, and I never had any doubts in that regard. This existential understanding about my 'self' served me well during stressful times and serves me well today: I am a winner and I will win. Second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year... I will win because I understand the game.

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Here are some links which interested me recently:

The Bible in perspective. Modern technology reduces an ancient text to appropriate proportions.

The eye of the beholder . This is a droll piece which exposes the Bushian interpretation of art for what it is. And you thought that a Texan would be able to recognize a horse thief when he saw one!?
Calorie Counter.
Brain fitness.
Politically incorrect board games.
Low pressure reveals itself. As a pilot I'm struck by how little effect the wingtip fences seem to exert on the tendency for high pressure air to spill over around the wingtips, reducing lift. It seems to me that those fences need to be enlarged dramatically at low speeds. Call it 'wingtip flaps.' My guess is that such a design would reduce drag during approach and landing (but I could be wrong). I doubt that there is much need for such wingtip fins at high speed. But again, I could be wrong...

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I've lost about four pounds so far on my new 'diet.' I've also increased energy expenditure in the form of increased exercise, which probably helped. The 'diet' is actually a lifestyle change: no more ice cream, potato chips, etc. Bulkwise, I'm adding more liquid in the form of 'Miso Soup' (cabbage, potato, eggs, in a soup of water and Miso Paste). Much Umami, but lots of sodium, unfortunately. In the old days I also added msg. The liquid fills me up. Excercisewise, I work out on my stationary bike. Interestingly, pedaling backwards is much less boring for some reason. There is also a set of arm attachments connected to the bike drive train and I am using them much more nowadays. I can work up to an aerobic state in only a few minutes. I also stand more, nowadays, instead of just sitting on my butt. I need to do more walking. Kootch is much more active than I am and 'works out' five days a week.
I did not call ACSD Investigations after all. But I will definitely do it next week.
Stalkerwise, radiation is increasing but remains much below previous levels, especially in the daytime. Nightime radiation is beginning to approach previous levels. Interestingly, TCR (teeth-chattering radiation) seems to be a staple nowadays, and I can always detect it in bed at night. My conjecture is that they keep most of their equipment on 'idle' nowadays in the frequency sense if not in the power sense, and TCR is their 'idle frequency.' Last night (or this morning) I was able to detect TCR for the first time with my left arm. Apparently I had moved my upper body out of the beam except for my left arm. The 'thursday night bash' continues, with the result that I am not at my best today, although yesterday was quite good. I tried a nap this afternoon from 1200-1300, but was defeated for the first 30 minutes by constant gas. Then I decided not to cough out the protective mucus, and the gas disappeared.
So. How was your day?

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The ACSD has not bothered to contact me regarding my complaint. I presume that they are very busy, what with all the local crime hereabouts. I further presume that their 'stalking specialist' (if they have such) is literally snowed under nowadays: they have done their duty and it is up to me to press the matter further. This I will do next week. I am (ouch!) especially interested in the report filed by Good Cop: is it accurate? Was Good Cop really a good cop? Or was Good Cop working for Gerash... Reading the report will help me decide. Naturally I will report the results, if any, on this blog.
Another game, this time as White, which I also won. I like to think of myself as a teacher, doling out chess lessons to the less fortunate. This allows me to feel good about crushing the ego of the other on the chessboard. Played several more games and won all but one. Time to cook supper at 2204...
2338 and I am back... a win and a loss. Very few players now at 2354. Nighty-night!

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Just finished a quickie chess game on Comcast. I had Black. My opponent began with an extremely aggressive opening (1. e4 e5 2.Qh5 Qf6). I countered with the logical defense. I quickly got the upper hand. My opponent should have resigned but chose to play on. After sHe played a series of blunders I checkmated hIr succinctly. I love doing this to other people. Naughty me. I learned the game at about age 16 and was attracted to it immediately. Beating a computer is not so much fun as beating a human (and I rarely beat a computer). I think the satisfaction must reside in the knowlege that a computer doesn't care, but a human does. The human suffers emotionally. I must be a sadist. But the emotional satisfaction of victory has the additional patina which we associate with art, unless we won unexpectedly. Huh?!
Speaking of chess, Bobby Fisher bit the biggie today. We all get to do it eventually. I have a vivid memory of the time Bobby Fisher visited Denver and played a well known player whose name I have forgot. I was waiting in the lobby alone, observing the people around me. A woman with an extremely short skirt bent over one of the tables. She was wearing yellow nylon panties. Everybody was enjoying her underwear including, of course, me. Other stats elude me: who was he playing? Did he win or lose? What was the occasion? I dont remember, butt I do remember those yellow nylon panties.

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I think the answer lies in 'modulation.' A continuous wave would produce one symptom which would vary in intensity as the transmitter power varied. But I have several symptoms (ouch!) How can different symptoms be produced by beams on the same frequency? My conjecture is that these beams are turned on and off (in effect digitally modulated) such that the energy produces different physical symptoms. For example, TCR produces 'teeth chattering radiation' at a frequency of 10-30 cps. SR, on the other hand, produces a stinging effect on the skin. How is it possible that a CW transmitter can produce both? The answer is that the CW transmitter is turned on and off (modulated) at different rates, producing different sensations. The body feels only the modulation frequency, not the fundamental frequency. The reason is that neurons fire at a relatively slow frequency, and the extremely high fundamuntal CW frequency cannot be detected except as heat. This would account for all my symptoms including 'hot feet,' which I originally attributed to MSG (Mono Sodium Glutamate). 'Hot feet,' by the way, began years ago and was correlated with the earliest symptoms of my particular neuropathy: the feeling that there were lumps in my sneakers when I walked in the maul.
I have deliberately not Googled the esoteric terms above, but you can do it if necessary. For example: modulation.

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My experience as a radar maintenance technician in the USAF serves me well when it comes to formulating a theory of what is happening to me, radiation-wise. I remember that one of the warnings regarding radar transmitters was that it was not a good idea to stand in front of an active radar antenna. But the antenna is only a reflector, shaped to beam energy of a particular frequency. Different frequencies require differently shaped reflectors. Lower frequencies cannot be 'beamed' unless the reflector is extremely large. Lower frequencies can be beamed (more or less) by a dipole antenna fitted with 'directors' and 'reflectors.' Hence the many elements of the old-fashioned TV antenna: there is one active element, and the others are either directors or reflectors. The active element in a radar antenna is the feed horn: microwave energy exits the feed horn and is reflected into a narrow beam by the reflecting antenna. The beam is pulsed. This pulsed energy is reflected by objects (such as airplanes). Returning energy is reflected by the antenna back into the feed horn. This minute amount of energy is then directed into amplifiers and displayed on radar sets. Then the next pulse, and so on. The higher the frequency the smaller the reflecting antenna. A reflecting antenna must match the transmitter frequency in order for a beam to be produced, otherwise the radiation pattern is not a 'beam.' Got that? A beam represents the highest possible concentration of energy along a single path. It is sort of like a flashlight beam. The same reflector can both transmit and receive efficiently, but only at a certain frequency.
My conjecture is that 'they' are beaming powerful microwave energy at me using small reflectors (like 'dish antennas'.) These beams are quite narrow, about 15-30 inches in diameter. They may be able to focus these beams by changing frequency slightly. The wooden construction of the building does not significantly impede this beamed energy. My primitive attempts to deflect or absorb this beamed energy before it reaches me are unsuccessful. I don't really understand the physics involved.
The transmitter frequencies are most certainly above 5GHz, because my ZC-185 can't detect that energy, which must be above 5GHz. (Compare 5GHz with 2800 mcs, the CPN-18 frequency, and 9080 mcs, the FPN-16 frequency.) Whatever. The problem is this: how to account for the wide range of symptoms given the narrow band of possible frequencies?

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Got a bit wierd there at the end, so I (oops, Kootch is ready to eat while we do Millionaire) wrapped it up. The hangover was more intense than usual, also. Is Natural Ice stronger than Mickey's? Tonight's beer is the usual 3.2 supermarket stuff, so I have no excuse. Speaking of beer...

There was a dramatic response to last week's interview with the ACSD: radiation is waaay down recently, even at night. The result is that I have been getting adequate sleep. More than adequate, in fact. So when 'they' did their usual thursday night radiation bash I'd had enough sleep the previous nights that sleep deprivation is not a problem today. Apparently it is possible to 'store sleep' up to a point. Gassing may have actually increased, however, and 'communication' (via stomps and taps and wall-bangs) remains constant at the usual level.
Is electromagnetic radiation harmful? I think so, if it is absorbed in massive amounts. I can certainly attest to the fact that it is at least uncomfortable, and I suspect that when massive amounts of RF are absorbed, nerve damage is the result. This sort of damage is most likely in the extremties (feet, for example). In my particular case, my feet were closest to radiation from below, and as a result suffered the most nerve damage. Radiation from above is a recent phenomenon and is very uncomfortable; However, I can detect no obvious damage. 'Periphal Neuropathy' is also caused by constant high blood sugar (diabetes). I suspect the radiation, not the blood sugar.

Can such radiation be deflected? My attempts have been unsuccessful.

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I don't know what to think of this. The interesting aspect of these stories is that our pets have a powerful influence on our day-to-day lives. Pets always tell the truth. Pets are incapable of deception. This must be why we love our pets so much. This must be why we thrive in the presence of our pets, and why our pets thrive in our presence. We love the truth and we hate the lie and this consideration never enters our thinking in the presence of a pet. We take our pets at face value. Our pets take us at face value, never realizing the esoteric concepts with which we struggle.
The Lie is an alien idea. It is a new idea. It is a recent significant idea. Previous ideas were friendly ideas which tended to nurture the status quo. The lie prospers in a small way, among us. But 'The Lie' represents a significant advance, evolutionwise, in that it is the product of a higher consciousness. The ability to lie is a milestone in evolution. That ability upturns the previous status quo, forcing life to reconsider the future. 'Huh!?'
I contend that the emergence of the human ability to lie represents a biological advance which fostered the existence of modern society: We lie because we can (animals can't lie). Furthermore this new ability fits well with the modern complex human idea of...

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Politics is fun every once in a while. This week's fun surfaced when Hillary won NH, against expectations. I love it that H won over O. I like them both, but it seems to me that the mature H is the better choice over the immature O. The Dem mantra is 'change' and both candidates fit therein. I also like H over O because age matters, although both represent C. Furthermore H represents more of a cultural change than O: sex is much more fundamental than race. There are a thousand races but only two sexes. There are a thousand religions but only two sexes. There are a thousand tribes but only two sexes. Do you really want 'change?' Vote H.
My thesis that sex trumps race and tribe is not reflected in Okra's endorsement of Obama. Okra is deluded by her genes and fails to see the larger picture. Okra sucks, politicwise.

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Tonight's music is, 'China Nights' (Shina No Yoru), an old song from 1956-57 in Japan. The song apparently originated during the Japanese war against China in the late '30s. Kootch tells me that we never danced to it but that I must have heard it on the radio. I 'knew the words' to the song back then, but Kootch is asleep now, so my questions about it remain unanswered. My conjecture is that it was a lover's song about Japanese troops and Chinese women. I have no idea what the words mean apart from the title words.
Shirley Yamaguchi - the vocal artist who sings this song - is no doubt burning in Hell even as I type this... unless she was a Christian. Little did she know.
There was an interesting study in paranoia this evening when I went to my usual booze shop to buy a six pack of Mickeys. The Mickeys spot was empty. No Mickeys. This was a first. I questioned the male attendant. He suggested that they 'got a case in today' and that perhaps it had not got stocked. He went 'behind the scenes' to investigate. Meanwhile my paranoia expressed itself in the form of a Natural Ice selection. I wanted no part of any six pack of Mickeys. I grabbed a six pack of NI and made my way to checkout. The male attendant returned with a six pack of Mickeys. I told him (in effect) to stuff that six pack, that I was satisfied with a six pack of Natural Ice.
So I am drinking NIce tonight. This drink is equally effective, but I don't have to adjust to a new smell. I may abandon Mickeys in favor of random beer. Nor will I buy from that store again in the near future.

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The fun thing about having similar HDTV sets is that I can sneek into Kootch's room and change her 'input' selection to HD, using my remote. She is usually playing video games and does not notice the change until she tries to change the TiVo channel.
Speaking of Kootch, she was really pissed off wednesday afternoon when I informed her that I had called the ACSD and that a cop would arrive in the near future. Her problem was that our apartment is a mess and she would soon be embarrassed. It is a mess. We need two garages.
I took a shower and got dressed and waited for the ACSD.
Two of them showed (tap) up. Both parked their cars west of our building. When they walked toward our building I knew they were headed for our apartment. I prepared for the worst.
I let them in, trying to act as normal as possible, but my voice (dysphonia) betrayed my anxiety. I explained my voice problem to them, then proceeded to explain that I was being 'stalked' and that the stalkers were upstairs listening to us 'even as I speak.'
It was a typical 'good cop - bad cop' scenerio in the sense that one cop engaged me in conversation while the other cop acted both as backup and observer, taking in the the visual scene around us. There was always a cop behind me.
The 'good' cop listened to my story and asked questions while the other cop remained silent. My first impression was that GC was skeptical. As the conversation progressed I got the impression that GC was testing me psychologically. I thought, 'Whoa! These boys beat the hell out of that idiot Kelso!' I relaxed. My voice improved. They seemed genuine. GC asked appropriate questions which further increased my conficence. At one point SC (silent cop) went upstairs and knocked on the door, returning a few minutes later with the news that nobody answered the door. There were several questions about past gassing and radiation, and I was forced to refer to my notebooks. Eventually they wanted to speak to Kootch, who had remained in her room with the door closed. Satisfied that Kootch was ok, they gave me a case number. I got both their names, but I only got SC's name after asking him. GC had given me his card right at the beginning and I referred to him only by his first name. SC never gave me a card, so I was forced to ask for his first and last name, which I wrote down. The stalker also heard his last name.

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On the other hand, if you are willing to risk learning about our world at an accelerated rate, then I would recommend Acid. I can tell you this: if you stick with your old ways the world will outrun you and you will die in the past. If you hope to die in the present then you need to do Acid. Acid Saves. Ganja helps. Booze is fun but problematical. Jesus is urban myth.
2240 and I am still drinking beer. Soon I will finish this can. Then I will go into the LR and do a bs test. Then I will eat for the first time today.
My diet is working so far, and I have lost two pounds of pee. This is very typical: you pee out the first few pounds. I will describe the diet (my creation) eventually. I know it will work because I tried it in the past and it worked.

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Bringing us to the question of 'what have I changed my mind about and why.'
I presume that the question refers to recent changes of mind, and my answer would be that I have not changed my mind recently about anything significant. Here is the reason: Old dogs don't bother to learn stupid new tricks. Only young dogs do that, and I am an old dog.
Indeed, I am an old dog who pontificates in an esoteric way to young dogs. And they listen! This is a very good thing for their male children.
Judeo-Muslim religious ideology describes males like me as dogs. I am a dog. My dick is protected by a foreskin. The result is that I can masturbate at will without the aid of olive oil. And I do. I am like a dog, the hateful Judeo-Muslim symbol, dating back to the Abraham, who was the ultimate Jewish pervert.
Getting pretty weird at 2215, folks. I need to wrap this up. My message to you is that if you are content to 'progress' at a snail's pace, then you need to repeat what you did the day before.
Nighty-night!

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This is a good subject for my blog, because it deals with ideas which interest me. I have 'changed my mind' in major ways throughout my long life, and those changes have determined my behavior and the behavior of others. Here is the thesis:
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When thinking changes your mind, that's Philosophy.
When God changes your mind, that's Faith.
When Facts change your mind, that's Science.
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The thesis, such as it is, is hopelessly naive, and yet it serves to categorize our thinking processes into terms we can talk about. But here are the 'facts:'

'Thinking' never changes your mind. 'God' never changes your mind. 'Facts' never change your mind. Only 'experience' changes your mind. An entire book could be written on this utterly delicious subject, but I will content myself with 'experience:' In the most general terms, 'experience' changes your mind. Nothing else is capable of changing your mind. Have you 'changed your mind?' Then you no doubt you did it on the basis of experience. Day-to-day experience changes minds although most such experience tends to reinforce existing ideas, causing minds to change only very slowly. Minds change slowly over time through experience.
But fast changes of mind are possible. Violent experience produces fast changes of mind. So does drug experience. Examples in these regards are war veterans, violence victims, and drug users. 'Mind' is a slow, stable process unless accelerated by unusual circumstances.
My favorite mind changer is drugs. Drugs are a short cut to new ideas. Drugs are capable of accelerating the normal rate of cultural mind change. Ganja and LSD are the most common modern mind changing drugs, but Booze ranks equally in that category. Indeed, it seems to me that Nature provided drugs as a synergetic compliment to the explosion of Modern Science.

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Well, that was way too much booze for a Monday night, and Friday night is here again already. Cheers.
New Years Resolution-wise I am batting 50 percent: The diet has begun, but I have yet to call ACSD Investigations. I will do that next week for certain. Stay tuned...
The big news this week is the Iowa Caucuses, won by Obama and Huckabee. I find it very interesting that a huge number of young white (Democrat) voters chose the 'black' Obama over the 'white' candidates, and I take that as a total rejection of the disaster which the Judeo-NeoConic Bush administration has foisted upon us. Hillary obviously screwed up when she voted the AIPAC line and it came back to haunt her in Iowa. Edwards' vote in that regard has obviously hurt him too. But what do we know about Obama? Nothing much, except that he voted against the Judeo-NeoConic Bush war in Iraq. And nothing much except that he is getting lots of money. My question is: who is getting the most Jewish money? Who will The Jews own in November?
Republican-wise, the idiot preacher from Arkansas beat the smooth-talking Mormon capitalist from Massachusetts. The Republican problem seems to be that they will have no viable candidate in November. They may lose big no matter whom they choose. Let us hope. The good news is that American People cannot be bought. This may be why the billionaire Jew Bloomberg recently decided not to run.
This might be a good time for me to 'draw a picture' of my favorite candidate:
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sHe will favor a return to a 'kinder, gentler' America, and all that implies politically and economically. American international arrogance must be ended. Immediately.
sHe will tend to favor science and technology over 'faith and values' wherever there is a conflict between the two. sHe will be Humanistic, as opposed to Theistic.
sHe will be 'green' in the environmental sense.
sHe will favor border integrity and limits on immigration, and sHe will favor other national economic values. Nationalism is not yet dead.
sHe will favor Democracy over Capitalist Individualism in the sense that we all deserve certain fundamental rights as citizens. Healthcare, for example.
Above all, sHe will favor Reason over Faith. 'Faith' really, really, really, sucks. (Check the nearest dick.)

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Happy New Year. May you live at least one more year. Furthermore, may that year be fairly happy.