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Wednesday, September 01, 2021

AUGUST TO SEPTEMBER 1 2021, SUCH AS IT IS

 Introduction

I hope that y'all enjoyed my 8/29/2021 article. I did. That Eagles song still runs through my mind, heart, and soul. That Oak Ridge Boys song does too – with deeper meaning, of course.

This is a brief comment, while Mrs. Appalachian Irishman is working on supper. Some folks call Wednesday (today) “hump day.” I call it the ridgeline of the work-a-day week. The uphill climb is Monday and Tuesday. The downhill trek is Thursday and Friday!

August

In August, I had forgotten to write about my Granny Lula Frank Amos Wood's passing (on (8/12/1991) or her marriage to Aby William Wood. Their marriage was on 8/26/1931. My 6/26/2021 article wrote about Granny Wood.

I wish that I had not forgotten, on the exact days. The reality of the recent events -- in this temporal spot of dust and a blink of an eye world – distracted me. I apologize.

Granny and Papaw Wood, my Mom's parents, were still the best grandparents that I could have had, growing up! Granny and Papaw Ferrell were good grandparents also, but they both left this world when I was a boy. I remember Granny and Papaw Wood, when I was a young adult.

You can search by topic or by name, to find the various articles that I have written about both sets of my grandparents and about the proud heritage that I continue to uphold. I honor them, by living the way a man should.

8/31/2021 Corony Update

Today is the first day of fall – not 9/22/2021. I will debate any who disagree. I will win. (Okay, I'm joking, y'all! I still know that I am right!)

Yesterday, I understood that the daughter of my wife's sister has a cold virus. She is tending herself. As far as I know, she didn't go to a doctor. I recon that she will get over a common cold virus well enough. Today, I learned that it is not the “new cold virus.” It's the run of the mill normal cold virus type.

Yesterday, I understood that my wife's youngest sister was exposed to someone who has the new cold virus. I spoke, by phone, with her yesterday. She feels fine. Who cares – if she was exposed to someone that has the new cold virus? That “contact tracing” is how the Corona Myopia Psychosis spreads!

I am doing my best to beat down the Corona Myopia Psychosis, y'all! I wonder if I will have done so, to help my sister in law and my niece. We will see.

My Viewer Total Update

In August 2021, I had 8,377 total views on my website. My all time (since my 3/6/2016 first article) page views were 126,635, as of 9/1/21 5:17 PM. On 8/27/2021, Friday, I had a viewer spike of 2,191 views in that 24-hour period. In one hour, I had 2,034 views. I can see number of views by nation. It appears that viewers from the nation of Israel were the main viewers in that one-hour spike.

Usually, I see about 150 to 300 viewers daily. I don't know who they are. I had speculated that the 8/27/2021 spike was a “bot” attack. After I did further analysis of the data, it appears that the viewers from Israel were from valid sources, not “bot” sources. I can see generalized website sources, not exact IP addresses, of viewers.

Either way, “bot” attack or valid viewers from Israel mostly, I was surprised to see that spike! I just keep writing. Folks keep reading, from various nations.

Conclusion

I hear mashed taters getting ready. Let's eat supper!


Sunday, August 29, 2021

THE WHOLE IN THE WORLD (Published 8/29/21, Sunday)

 The Eagles “Hole in the World” (2003)

I hope you pause to click the link to listen. This is the first time, in 239 articles, that I have used a song as a heading in an article. I have done so in this 240th article. It is fitting. The lyrics are:

There's a hole in the world tonight.

There's a cloud of fear and sorrow.

There's a hole in the world tonight.

Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.

They say that anger is just love disappointed.

They say that love is just a state of mind,

But all this fighting over who will be anointed.

Oh how can people be so blind

There's a hole in the world tonight.

There's a cloud of fear and sorrow.

There's a hole in the world tonight.

Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.

Oh they tell me there's a place over yonder,

Cool water running through the burning sand,

Until we learn to love one another

We will never reach the promise land.

There's a hole in the world tonight.

There's a cloud of fear and sorrow.

There's a hole in the world tonight.

Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.

From https://www.songfacts.com/facts/eagles/hole-in-the-world:

Don Henley started writing this song on one of the darkest days in American history: September 11, 2001. He wrote in the liner notes for The Very Best Of The Eagles compilation: "I sat down at the piano in my home studio and started putting some chords with the phrase 'hole in the world.' Months went by, but I didn't show it to anybody. Then, other things started happening that gave additional meanings to 'Hole in the World,' particularly after the [Iraq] war started. The fighting was supposedly over in May, and yet one or two or three of our boys were - and still are - getting killed every day, which means somebody's daddy is not coming home. So that's another 'hole' - a huge hole in somebody's life - a child, a wife, a mother, a father, a brother, a sister.”

The Eagles website doesn't mention the song or the reason for the song. It should. It is a timeless song.

The Holes in the World

The above hole is or was a diamond mine in Eastern Siberia – according to the link that I won't site. (You can search “hole in the word” on “Gaggle,” to find the image.)

On this Sunday afternoon (8/29/2021), about 3:30 PM, as I type this sentence, I HAVE ABOUT HAD IT – HAVEN'T YOU? The hole in the world is too large. I am despondent. I am pensive as I write this article.

I had planned this article to be on “poly-tics” (poly or “many” from Greek + ticks or blood suckers). I will not write on the topic, except briefly (below). A deeper article on “poly-tics” would leave me more despondent and pensive than I am already.

Let's start counting the holes in the world. I wish that I didn't have to write this. This is not a complete list. I wouldn't have stopped writing, if I had written a complete list! Here we go!

(1) Afghanistan. 9/11/2001 started it. They hit us first. The USA hit back -- weakly, over almost 20 years. The first president of the USSA plans to get the USSA out on 8/31/2021 – two short days from today. He has no clue. The folks that pull his puppet strings have no clue. The USA, from 9/11/2001 to now, has been losing an almost 20-year war against an enemy who uses pitch forks for weapons. The “war against terror” could have been won in a year or two. The USA and allies won World War II in about four years or less.

In its mindless rush to get out of its 20-year lost war in Afghanistan, the USSA is leaving behind countless millions of monopoly money dollars worth of military equipment and supplies. Who cares? The USSA doesn't.

On 8/26/2021, Thursday, an enemy suicide killed 13 USA (as I must respect them, so not USSA) soldiers. One soldier who died was a 2016 graduate of Gibbs High school. The high school is about a two-mile drive north of our “40 acres” – very close to home. Local media has articles about it.

Afghanistan is a hole that hit close to home, on 8/26/2021. The hole will widen. The deaths will multiply. I am despondent.

(2) Illegal alien invasion. The USSA southern border remains wide open! All the desperate, poor, hunger, evil and good, adults and children, and the COVID-19 infected or not folks can come on into the USSA. The USSA will give them transportation to their favorite USSA location, a house, a car, food, and spending money – even if the local yokels in the area object or don't even know! It's only fair! The equal distribution of wealth needs to happen – to make everyone poor and dependent on the USSA. The USSA needs more illegals to come in, to ensure the Socialist Utopians get enough votes, to keep them in power – until voting won't be legal anymore!

Aren't y'all tired of it? I am. I am despondent.

(3) Monopoly money. The USSA will keep printing the monopoly money to support the USSA Socialist Utopian dream! “It's all good,” as it is said! The USSA needs to fund “infrastructure” improvements and other pipe dreams! No worries! Enough RINO Republicans joined the Democrat Socialist Utopians to get the bill passed. The first USSA president (a puppet) was glad to sign the bill into law (after the ones who pull his puppet strings had loaded him up on whatever medications he needed, to be somewhat coherent in his speech, so he could sign the bill).

I had a working document on the details. I'm glad that I deleted it. I am despondent.

(4) Corona Myopia Psychosis. The various “variants” are hitting the USSA in spades! I wrote about my “Corony Epsilon” case. I'm fine now. It was a minor cold virus. I didn't miss work. It didn't matter.

Yes, I know that medical providers are feeling the burn of the new cold virus. I know that folks are either getting sick and recovering or dying from it. I know all the websites. I deleted my working document that had various details.

Folks are dying every day – from old age, cancer, heart trouble, strokes, vehicle accidents, and many other maladies. I had details in my deleted working document. It would have wasted my time to have published the details.

The Corona Myopia Psychosis is a tool that the USSA Socialist Utopians are using to keep the fearful afraid. I am not one of the fearful. I am despondent.

(5) Race war. My deleted working document had included: “Juneteenth, on the 19th day of June, annually, will be a day off work!” I referenced a Congress.gov website that you can check, if you are bored. The Critical Race Theory (CRT) ideology is making the rounds on the various media.

I thought that the content of character mattered – not the skin color. Well, that's what Martin Luther King Jr. said, as he reflected the moral code of the Good Lord. I am despondent.

(6) PGI/PGO. Apparently, the Commission for LGBT People has no clue that God created us male and female. Some fools think that there are either 12 or 58 different genders. You can click the links, if you are bored. I deleted my working document on this, which had several details, about which I no longer care.

Some of my readers have been wondering what “PGI/PGO” means. PGI is “person of genitalia innie.” PGO is “person of genitalia outie.” If anyone questions his or her gender (as there are only two options), then I suggest strongly: drop your drawers in private (please). Look between your legs. Do you have a genitalia innie or outie? If you have an innie, you are a female. If you have an outie, you are a male.

PGI/PGO folks should use the proper restrooms and play sports on the correct teams. Are you not tired of this silliness? I am. I am despondent.

The Whole in the World

The Oak Ridge Boys gave a great rendition of “Jesus Is Coming Soon!” I hope that you click the link and enjoy their version of the song (after you skip the advertisement)!

The hole in the world is a bunch of gnats. The gnats get in the way of looking toward the whole in the world. I have wiped the gnats away from my eyes, finally, by this 240th article! I hope that this article helps you do the same.

Keep replaying the Oak Ridge Boys singing “Jesus is Coming Soon!” It helps. Hey! I have this article published well before supper – for a change!

BY the way, “Jesus is coming soon” means that “a year is as but a day.” Soon, to Jesus' perspective, may take several more decades or centuries. I hope not! Come, dear Lord! Come NOW! Well, he didn't yet. I AM STILL WAITING – as PATIENTLY as an Irishman can!



Saturday, August 28, 2021

MRS. FOWLER JACKIE IS A FRAUD (Published 8-28-2021)

 

MRS. FOWLER JACKIE IS A FRAUD (Published 8-28-2021)

Introduction

On 9/3/2006, I posted a public service announcement, about Mr. Garuba's fraud attempt. Wow! That was almost 15 years ago! It was my 24th article.

This article is my 239th article. How time does go by!

Mrs. Fowler's 8/27/2021 Friday E-Mail

On 8/27/2021, Friday, I received the following e-mail, from Mrs. Jackie (or Jackie Fowler, if he or she knows which name comes first). Note: I had started to correct the grammar, style, and punctuation, in red and add my comments in blue, but I gave up! The errors were far too many. Can you count the number of errors? If you do, post a comment. I gave up!

Mrs. Jackie Fowler or Fowler Jackie wrote:

Gooday My Beloved [as if I am his/her “beloved”],

It's my pleasure to contact you to seek for your urgent assistance in this humanitarian social investment project to be establish in your country for the mutual benefit of the orphans and the less privileged ones, haven't known each other or met before, I know that everything is controlled by God as there is nothing impossible to him. I believe that you and I can cooperate together in the service of the Lord, please open your heart to assist me in carrying out this benevolently project in your country/position.

I am Mrs.Fowler Jackie. a dying widow hospitalized undergoing treatment for brain tumor disease, I believe that you will not expose or betray this trust and confidence that I am about to entrust on you for the mutual benefit of the orphans and the less privileged ones. My late husband made a substantial deposit with the Bank which I have decided to hand over and entrust the sum of ($ 12,500,000.00 Dollars) in the account under your custody for you to invest it into any social charitable project in your location or your country. Based on my present health status I am permanently indisposed to handle finances or any financial related project.

This is the reason why I decided to contact you for your support and help to stand as my rightful beneficiary and claim the money for humanitarian purposes for the mutual benefits of the less privileged ones. Because If the money remains unclaimed with the bank after my death, those greedy bank executives will place the money as an unclaimed Fund and share it for their selfish and worthless ventures.

However I need your sincerity and ability to carry out this transaction and fulfill my final wish in implementing the charitable investment project in your country as it requires absolute trust and devotion without any failure. Meanwhile It will be my pleasure to compensate you with part of the total money as my Investment manager/partner for your effort in handling the transaction, while the remaining amount shall be invested into any charity project of your choice there in your country.

Please I'm waiting for your prompt response if only you are interested. I will send you further details and the bank contact details where the fund has been deposited for you to contact the Bank for immediate release and transfer of the fund into your bank account as my rightful beneficiary.

May god bless you and your family.

Respectfully.

Mrs.Fowler Jackie.

Written from the Hospital.

Conclusion

Mr. Garuba was a fraud, back on 9/3/2006! I warned my readers almost 15 years ago, about him. “Mrs. Fowler Jackie” IS A FRAUD! THIS IS MY PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT TO MY READERS! If he or she e-mails you, don't buy the FRAUD! There is no 12.5 million monopoly money dollars! He or she has no brain tumor – as far as I know.

I hope that “Mr. Garuba” and “Mrs. Fowler Jackie” figure out the evil of their fraud schemes! They need to turn right and go straight – by believing in God, accepting the Good Lord's free give of salvation, and living in appreciation of God's gift!

Yes, I know! This was only a funny sidetrack! I may get around to writing my poly-tics article tomorrow. Wait for it! At 6:02 PM, I hear taters being mashed! Let's eat supper!

Sunday, August 22, 2021

CORONY EPSILON (Published 8/22/2021)

(Via https://www.cedars-sinai.org/newsroom/kabc-what-do-you-need-to-know-about-the-epsilon-variant-and-its-risks/.)

Introduction

I was mistaken. I thought that I had come down with the “Corony Iota.” I was wrong. I had come down with “Corony Epsilon.” “Corony Epsilon” is a self-discovered variant of the “new cold virus.” The “new cold virus” has been around almost two years. As far as I know, I am the only one, in the USSA, who has contracted the “Corony Epsilon” variation of the “new cold virus.”

Don't y'all get worried! I have almost fully recovered! Folks in Pakistan, apparently, have had “Corony Epsilon.”

The Corony New Cold Virus Variants

The World Health Organization (WHO) goes into multiple minutia to ensure that those, who are afraid of the new cold virus, are aware of the Greek alphabet variants of the virus. The WHO indicates the following new cold virus variants, by their Greek alphabet names:

Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Delta are, apparently, “variants of concern,” to whomever are concerned.

Eta, Iota, Kappa, and Lambda are, apparently, “variants of interest,” to whomever are interested.

The Greek Alphabet

The Greek alphabet consists of 24 consonants and vowels. I learned Koine Greek, in 1983 to 1984 – with further self-education over the decades later.

Sidetrack, with apology: decades ago, I translated the apostle Paul's letter to the Philippians, the Gospel of Mark, and sections of other New Testament “books” from Koine Greek to English – for my own study and sermons. I may unpack the details, if the Patheos.com writer – who doesn't have his own website – wishes to engage me. I commented on his Gospel of Mark article today. I will NOT use his borrowed forum to debate. He doesn't own that forum. I own this website. That writer is welcome to meet me here.

The following is the Greek alphabet, in upper case, lower case, and English transliteration. The bold, black (or letters of color) letters indicate the WHO's “variants of concern.” The bold, blue letters indicate the WHO's “variants of interest.” The bold, red letters indicate the Greek letters that the WHO, apparently, skipped (or does not know that exist in the Greek). The underlined Epsilon is the new cold virus variant that I have. I have diagnosed myself.

Α α alpha (a vowel)

Β β beta

Γ γ gamma

Δ δ delta

Ε ε epsilon (a vowel)

Ζ ζ zeta

Η η eta (a vowel)

Θ θ theta

Ι i iota (a vowel)

Κ κ kappa

Λ λ lambda

Μ μ mu

Ν ν nu

ξ ξ xi (The upper and lower cases are the same, as I was trained.)

Ο ο omicron (a vowel)

Π π pi

Ρ ρ rho

Σ σ,ς sigma

Τ τ tau

Υ υ upsilon (a vowel)

Φ φ phi

Χ χ chi

Ψ ψ psi

Ω ω omega (a vowel)

My Corony Epsilon Status

On 8/19/2021, Thursday, I awakened about 6 AM. My work-at-home Monday to Wednesday was done. My work-at-office (doing the same job) Thursday and Friday routine was starting, sadly. I've been doing this since 2/1/2021, Monday. I'm used to it, sadly.

I felt well, for a “bionic” man. My chiropractic adjustment on 8/16/2021, Monday, helped. My chiropractor taught me what neither he nor I had figured out, over my last five plus “bionic” life years! Hold a 15-pound weight in both hands while standing. Relax both shoulders. The pulling from my left shoulder to my left hip will relax! Hey! It is working! It was a better-late-than-never medical “miracle” (or “murakl,” as folks in upper-east Tennessee pronounce it)! No, it was no “miracle!” My chiropractor figured out, finally, what no other medical persons (i.e., surgeon, inpatient therapists, outpatient therapists, massage therapists, etc.) nor I had figured out before! I had been focusing on the fulcrum point in my lower back. That was my error – over these last few years! I have fulcrum points in my shoulders also! My chiropractor figured it out! Thanks, “Doc Art!” (Well, I have digressed. Forgive my digression.)

On Thursday, once I was out of bed, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Why were both eyes red – especially my left eye? I used my over-the-counter eye drops several times that day. My left eye hurt a little. The left side of my nose had some type of junk in it. I felt drainage down the left side of my throat, which I hocked up enough. I drove to and from the “Hadean realm” to work. I endured. I also used my over-the-counter nose spray. That evening, I used salt water in my nettie pot.

The next day, Friday, my left eye wasn't as red. At the “Hadean realm,” I took one of my red pills (for the snots) that I've had in my desk drawer for years – even before 3/29/2016, when I became the “bionic man.”

Yesterday, my left eye wasn't too red. Today, that eye is almost back to normal. I assume that it will be normal tomorrow. The junk in the left side of my nose is gone. I have no drainage down the left side of my throat.

I have concluded that I am the first person in the USSA to have had the CORONY EPSILON variant of the new cold virus! If you get it, it's not too bad. You won't run a fever. Your left eye will get very red. The left side of your nose will have junk in it, which will drain down the left side of your throat. You will cure yourself, by over-the-counter remedies. Use a nettie pot with salt water!

Conclusion

This article is my “public service announcement," to help folks. I still wonder where I contracted CORONY EPSILON. I don't know. Did I get it, last Tuesday evening? Molly (our doggy) and I played a while, out in the rain that evening. Molly didn't get the “Corony Epsilon” from that fun in the rain. I don't think that's where I got it. Either way, I'm almost over this first ever recorded USSA case of CORONY EPSILON!

I wonder if the WHO will get around to learning that they skipped CORONY ZETA and CORONY THETA. The WHO made me think that I had CORONY IOTA. The WHO owes me an apology. I doubt that they will give me one.

Don't let the USSA Socialist Utopians fool you, folks! The CORONA MYOPIA PSYCHOSIS that they have been using is just one tool – of their multiple tools – to lead us to Socialist Utopia! Do you buy their deception? I DO NOT!

This article was a sidetrack, with apology. I may get around to writing my “Poly-tics Smorgasbord” article eventually. That article will cover more temporal topics that the new cold virus (Corona Myopia Psychosis). The article I wrote yesterday still puts this temporal triviality into everlasting perspective.

But wait! One website claims that an “Epsilon Corony” variant exists! Another website state that “Epsilon Corony” started in Pakistan. Hum. I have never been to Pakistan. (I've been to India, but that was decades ago.)

Am I still the first person in the USSA to have self-diagnosed with the Epsilon Corony variant? The truth is out there – if anyone cares!


Saturday, August 21, 2021

ANALOGY OF THE ANTS (Published 8/21/2021)

Introduction

 

The Thinker (Le Penseur), model 1880, cast 1901. Auguste Rodin, a French sculptor (1840 - 1917), created “The Thinker.” I like it! A person donated the (above image) 1880 model, cast 1901, to the USSA National Gallery of Art. You can click the link, to read more details, if you wish to do so. The Britannica website provides further information, if you are very interested.

 

The above image is a free download, from Pixabay. The image is where the original “The Thinker” is located. Pixabay would be glad to get any donated money, if you want to give it to them.

I ain't a sculptor, but I was in the toilet, at the office, yesterday, to answer the call of nature. While “sottin' thar thinkin',” I had a thought! I will explain this Appalachian Irishman's “the thinker” moment.

The Ant Colony

A colony of ants are on a redwood tree. The redwood tree had fallen into a big river. The ants live on the redwood tree, as it floats down the river.

How did the redwood tree, river, and the ant colony originate? They evolved! Nothing existed. That nothingness exploded. The explosion led, over billions of years, to the evolution of the river, redwood tree, and ant colony – in that order. (This is “Just My Imagination,” folks, as “The Thinker” that I was yesterday. I hope that you like the Rolling Stones song. I do.) Over the last few million years, the ant colony built on the redwood tree. The tree fell into the river, due to a rift in the space-time continuum. The ant colony has been floating down the river on the redwood tree, for the last several thousand years.

The ant colony is organized well enough. Some ants affirm, with logical proof that validates them, that a divine and eternal creator has always existed -- who created their ant universe, in their temporal, space-time continuum. They worship their creator. They try to live according to the morality that the creator dictated. They have a document -- which they know, by various points of evidence, is inspired by their creator – that guides them. They are correct, of course, as any ant trained in logic knows.

Other ants, however, laugh at the “believing” ants. They speculate that their colony was created from nothing. These ants can't prove their theory. It's their hypothesis. They, however, affirm that proper organization of the ant society and their ant-defined moral code is good – even if they can't define absolutely what “good” is. They don't have a logical reason for thinking that way. Thinking that way, however, gives them comfort and conviction. They think that they are superior in thought to the “believing” ants, whom they regard as uneducated and uninformed. The “unbelieving” ants, however, have no proof to support them. They are, however, very firm in their speculation. Some “believing” ants back down, in fear of the “unbelieving” ants' conviction – with no proof – since the “believing” ants are cowards.

The Ant Colony Purpose

The purpose of the ant colony varies – based on “believing” verses “unbelieving” ants. The two groups try to live with each other well enough. They have social and moral conflicts. The “unbelieving” ants win usually – since they control, mostly, the ant media propagandist networks, in their ant “Interweb,” radio, and TV media.

The ant colony is weakening and becoming disorganized. The “believing” ants are worried. The “unbelieving” ants are happy. Some ants think that a male ant can become a queen ant. They disdain the terms “he and she ants.” Some ants think that defeating the termites on the other part of the redwood tree is good. Other ants disagree. Some ants think that eating the tree bark that is available is okay. Other ants think that they can create more tree bark from nothing. They call it “monopoly tree bark.”

The ant colony, divided such as it is, continues to float down the big river. The “believing” ants think and know, as they have logical proof, that the end will be a paradise location, with plenty of good ground and eatables. They will see ant ancestors, who have already died. The “unbelieving” ants laugh at the “believing” ants. They assume that “Socialist Ant Utopia” awaits all ants!

The Ant Colony Ending

What happened? Well, the ant colony, on the redwood tree, on the big river, went over a huge fall in the river. The “believing” ants went up, to the ant creator and all the “believing” ants who had died before them.

The “unbelieving” ants took a great fall, into a dark and hot place of fire, which was below the huge fall in the river. They did not perish. Instead, they have an everlasting reality to contemplate the error in their thoughts, while they had been on the ant colony that had been on the redwood tree, as it had been floating down the big river.

The ant CREATOR had been the JUDGE. HE JUDGED THE “BELIEVING” ANTS. HE JUDGED THE “UNBELIEVING” ANTS. The ant CREATOR's judgment was FINAL.

Conclusion

These were my thoughts, while “sottin' thar thinkin'” in the office outhouse yesterday. I hope that you enjoyed my thoughts. I am a thinker also – even if I don't have a naked statue of myself anywhere!

This article will set the context for my “Poly-tics Smorgasbord” article that I plan to write tomorrow. It will be a temporally irrelevant article, but I recon that I will write it anyway. I'll get off of here now, to start writing that article or eat supper.

Y'all enjoy the ride on the redwood tree – while it lasts!


Monday, August 16, 2021

USSA LOWERS FLAG at KABUL EMBASSY: USA 8-14-1945 COMPARED to USSA 8-15-2021 (published 8-16-2021, updated 6-26-2022)

Introduction

This is a brief and sad article, y'all. I'm sure that you have heard about the 8/15/2021 sadness.

I regret to write this article. I must write it.

USA 8/14/1945

Did y'all remember that 8/14/2021, Saturday, was the 76th anniversary of V-J Day? It did not dawn on my until yesterday.

The USA had already beaten Nazi Germany (5/8/1945). The Imperial Japanese went down to defeat on 8/14/1945. The USSA Defense Department has many facts about that day. Many other facts are available. You are able to research all the details.

8/14/1945 was a day of honor for the USA. The USA victory in WWII has inspired me for decades.

USSA 8/15/2021

The USA started the “war against terrorism,” after 9/11/2001. That was almost 20 years ago. I will not waste time, by delving into the details of the last 20 years of that “politically correct war.”

The USA, apparently, did not learn from what the Vietnam War taught it. A NATION CANNOT FIGHT A POLITICALLY CORRECT WAR!

The day after the 76th anniversary of V-J Day, the USSA lowered its flag at its Kabul embassy. Many links exist on the story. I like the Manila Bulletin. CNN and FoxNews have articles also.

Conclusion

As I await supper, the demise of the USA into the USSA, from 8/14/1945 to 8/15/2021, is depressing. This once great nation is going down further very quickly. The USSA has little honor, strength, and influence left.

I honor those who served to defeat the Japanese Empire. I honor those who served in “the war on terror.” I regret the profound loss of life, limb, and trauma. If you are a soldier who served during “the war on terror,” you are honored! Do not lower your eyes! You have no shame! The “powers that be” are responsible – not you!

I'll stop. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman has supper ready. The USSA needs to WAKE UP! This once great nation (USA) is going down fast!


Sunday, August 15, 2021

FRIDAY the 13th & MY BIONIC FOOT (Published 8/15/21, Sunday, for Fun)

 Introduction

Howdy, y'all! We are an “Interweb family.” I write. Y'all read. I'll keep writing, as y'all keep reading! Well, I'll write anyway. I keep readers.

Yesterday, about 3 PM, I saw my reader numbers, for the last seven days. They were, as follows, from the following nations:

Indonesia 1.17K. USSA/USA 177. Canada 26. Netherlands 16. Singapore 16.Ireland 11 (my ancestral country that I visited in 1998). Germany 10 (been through Frankfurt airport many times). France 5 (airport once). Russia 4 (home from 1994 to 1999). China 3. Argentina 2. Portugal 2. Sweden 2 (Stockholm airport once). Brazil 1. Czechia 1. Finland 1 (visited Helsinki a few times). Other 2 (no clue!).

The numbers keep increasing, of course. I don't know why Indonesian readers like my website so much. I've never been there. Thanks, to my Indonesian readers, especially! (No, they are not “bots” that hit my website. I know how to hold down the “bots” that hit my website. I see very few “bot” hits that are fake readers.)

Yesterday, I finally got a much needed haircut! It had been seven weeks! I would rather not go without a haircut more than four weeks, in the warm weather. Tony's Best Clips gave me a much needed and perfect, as usual, haircut, from 9:45 to about 10:05 AM! Thanks much, Tony! I dropped at least of a couple of pounds of hair – finally! It took longer than usual, since my hair was “hippy” volume!

Well, yesterday was the other mundane chores, by Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and me. Let's move on!

Friday the 13th, from Greek

Fear of Friday the 13th, in Greek, is “Ο φόβος της Παρασκευής 13.” This is: fear (φόβος) + beside/a long side of (παρά) + utensils, literally, or Friday (σκευή, noun form) + 13. In English, this is Paraskavedekatriaphobia. I would translate the Greek as “Fear of Friday the 13th.” I don't know who figured out that “paraskavedekatriaphobia” was a better word. (I assume it was either an egg head who thinks too highly of himself or a government bureaucrat.) Paraskavedekatriaphobia is a 12-cylinder word! If you were educated in phonics, as I was, you can pronounce that 12-cylinder word well enough. Otherwise, study phonics!

By the way, I enjoy saying “triskaidekaphobia.” (I'd mastered the pronunciation of the word decades ago.) It means, from Greek, fear of 13. You can be afraid of 13 anytime, not just on a Friday. I'm still working on my phonetically correct pronunciation of “paraskavedekatriaphobia.” I'd rather say, “fear of Friday the 13th.” That's easier.

I had asked Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, the morning of Friday the 13th, to tell her colleagues, later that day, “happy triskaidekaphobia!” She didn't have the fun. I had fun practicing saying “paraskavedekatriaphobia,” on Friday, while I worked at the office. The four women that were there were confused. I never explained myself. I hope that my colleagues will recommend a “crazy pension” for me. That's my plan!

My Bionic Foot Photos

Friday the 13th -- after I had returned from the “Hadean Realm” (work Thursdays and Fridays at office; Monday through Wednesday at home) – I had noticed that the red spot on my “bionic” right heel was gone! That my luck on Friday the 13th!

I took the above photograph of my heels yesterday, after my haircut and chores. I'm on my back, with both legs elevated. My trusty Samsung phone took the photograph. (Don't mind the ironing board leg and iron cord in the background. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman still irons stuff, for some strange reason.)

Do you see my right heel? It looks almost like my left heel! A very little spot of callus is on my right heel still. (Don't mind the “black tape.” I use that “black tape,” as I call it, to help a little, when I walk. I hate that “black tape!” I'll get rid of it, in a few years! I know!)

It has taken over five years (since 3/29/2016) to get rid of that red spot on my right heel!

On 10/27/2019, during my House Mountain hike #160, that right heel scab bled through my sock. I wrote about it. That was progress, on 10/27/2019. I made further progress, on 8/13/2021.

 

I took the above photograph yesterday also. (Ignore that “black tape!”) Do you see my work in progress? I do! The red dot under my toe next to my big toe, on my “bionic” foot is still there. It has faded slowly over the last five plus years. My right big toe still needs to point straight (as my left big toe). The two farthest right toes on my right foot need to get over their desire to become hammer toes! I keep beating down their efforts to be hammer toes! I am winning, so far! (You do not want to know all the day-by-day details, over these last five plus years! I, however, know the details. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman knows some of the details.)


I took the above photograph today. (I replace the “black tape,” i.e., kinesiology tape, every Sunday.) The red line below my ankle marks where Dr. Scott T. Smith, UT Medical Center, cut my foot, on 4/13/2016 (Wednesday). (That's one reason why I don't fear 13.) He had already cut on my left shoulder and right knee – when my concussion was still trying to kill me – so, I don't remember those. My 3/21/2021 article goes into more detail. (You can read it, if you are not too squeamish!)

I know that focusing on one “bionic” joint (and surrounding muscle groups) is not beneficial. Daily, I focus my ongoing recovery on my “bionic” left shoulder, right knee, and right foot (and surrounding muscle groups). Day by day, I move on.

Conclusion

This article focuses on my “bionic” right foot. My right ankle needs to figure out how to bend forward! I keep trying to get that ankle to bend forward the same as my left ankle! My “bionic” right knee is doing well enough. It's still not the same as my left knee. My “bionic” left shoulder aggravated the heck out of me in May. (I didn't write about it.) The big muscles down both sides of my back, into my hips, and down both legs are still trying to figure out how to be a balanced muscle group. I know. My “bionic” left shoulder is the main culprit. It is improving, slowly.

My nuclear scientist doctor and friend (Dr. Stoyan Antonov) was right, as I hope. He examined me, on my House Mountain hike #141 on 12/3/2017. He said that my recovery would take about ten years. (I wrote only one article, in 2017, but not for that hike.) Of all the medical folks who have speculated to me, I know (as I'm in my body) that Dr. Antonov (my hiking friend) was right. Well, I hope so. I do not wish to endure my “whatevers” until I die. Well, the apostle Paul endured his “whatevers” until he died. I guess that I'm man enough to do the same.

Dr. Stoyan Antonov (my Bulgarian hiking friend) hiked together or met while hiking 12 times: 1/2/2011 (first meeting), 1/30/2011, 2/6/2011, 3/13/2011, 10/9/2011, 10/27/2013 (my hike #93), 1/19/2014, 12/7/2014 (Pearl Harbor Day), 12/16/2015, 1/3/2016 (my hike # 129), 2/7/2016, and 12/3/2017 (hike #141 as a “bionic” hike for me). My hiking log and memory have the details. I hope he's doing well. I haven't seen him since 12/3/2017.

The inspired by God apostle Paul wrote (2 Cor. 12:1-10), “I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me” (verse 7). Well, thanks, Lord, for giving me my “bionic messenger of Satan,” on 3/29/2016. I can endure, as the apostle Paul did. Why don't you still use me, as you once did, in your service? Will you let me know when you will do so? Okay, no answer – again as usual.

Hey, Lord, I still believe! This temporal triviality does not concern you or me. I'll see you at Home – eventually!

At about 4:50 PM, 8/15/2021, Sunday, the storm and rain are coming! Good! We need more rain! I'm still working on a “Poly-tics” smorgasbord article. It will mention the meaning of PGI and PGO. Do you know what a PGI and PGO are? I do! I'll let you know – once I get that “Poly-tics" article published!

Y'all keep turnin' right and goin' straight out there! The current insanity in this once great nation is just temporal triviality, which we must endure, sadly.

By the way, at 4:54 PM today, my readers for the last seven days are:

Indonesia 1.29K. USA/USSA 219. Canada 27. Netherlands 22. Singapore 16. Ireland 11. Germany 8. France 5. Russia 4. Argentina 2. China 2. Spain 2. Sweden 2. Czechia 1. Finland 1. Portugal 1. Other (no clue!) 1.