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Excuuuuuse me, all my bragging this evening... punchy... but, heh, even before I learned about this scalar/torsion physics stuff, I had some monster objections to what the particle physicists were trying to put out there, those quantum mechanics who go wild when I call them that. They, of course, and maybe even should, take umbrage when someone who hasn't a clue what she's talking about pokes holes in their elaborate, abstruse, so-lofty-as-to-be-intergalactic-sounding theories. I've found myself having to side with Einstein in these matters and it pisses them off. They try to dismiss it as me just having a crush on Einstein. Since most of how I know they're off it is contained in that no-language zone and so I must say I do NOT sound like I know what's involved. I refuse to do the jargon... not the least because the jargon is only about making stuff that isn't that hard seem insurmountably imposing. I am no physicist, but I can figure out when they're full of shit pretty darn quickly. They get steamed about it. How dare I? It's swiftly apparent that I really do make myself clear-enough to them, though. The steam. Then their only advantage is the ability to save face with paternalistically-toned gibberish, sounding to lay persons who may be within earshot as though they MUST be expert. This can leave them seeming as though they may have just won an argument with me when what they're actually doing is akin to picking burst bubblegum bits from their whiskers... and everyone is vexed why I'm the one laughing.

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the optimistic way of saying it

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Harley is a special case. A psycho. Or was when he first came to live here, well out of puppyhood and OUT of control. He stands about a foot tall and a foot and a half wide... maybe two feet long. He's a VERY well-fed specimen. And ALL terriers don't give a damn what you think or want until you force their attention. They really ARE as loving as advertised, but not on your terms. And the part about a fence? Give me a BREAK. The fence that will stop a Cairn is electric. I you don't put one of those electric-eye pain collars—those gizzies with which you make an invisible perimeter and something on the dog's collar gives them a beep when they get too near and a blast that sends them yelping into the air when they try to cross it—on them until they find out the hard way the limits of their kingdom, you are supremely likely to have roadkill for a pet very soon.

Do I sound harsh? Heartless? You don't know how many of them get carried off by the Wicked Witch to the pound, run over by cars and trucks, eaten by coyote packs or beaten to within an inch of their lives by their frustrated beyond the point of of self-control owners. Harley was known by the whole of Little Valley, which is pretty big, as The Escape Artist when he first moved in.

The part about the garden doesn't have to be true, but usually is, because people cannot bring themselves to be stern with such cute little dogs. Harley has a sandbox and one little corner of the garden he sort of trashes, but mostly he leaves it alone. He has a huge yard to run around in... and does, despite his bulk and ridiculously short legs. Cairn terriers belong out on the range, amid the cairns. They have more energy than ten people and they can dig to China in half an hour. They are amazingly wonderful little creatures, but your life—and the dog's life—will be hell if you can't figure out the obedience thing RIGHT away. They just want to know where they fit in the pack. If you don't oblige them in this need, they assume the worst... that they are in charge.

Harley loves Greenies and ice cubes... and antelope bones he's ripped fresh from his imaginary kill. The deer just stare at him like he's missing a cog. He is.

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i'm still kickin'... and chillin'

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Maybe can relax a little now with the walls full of books and the Cairn Terrier from hell who thinks I'm his pack leader... doesn't mind anyone else... and has at least doubled in width in the years since I've seen him... I'm getting myself a double depresso despite the hour... and going out on the the deck in the starlight with a cigarette and just soak up the silence here.

Do you realize I just now realized how AMAZING the speakers are on my iMac? Struth. I hope you have good speakers so you can hear the pretty things I try to find for you.

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i went roiling off to bed before midnight

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Had been drunk for a good part of the evening. I had THREE great big huge margaritas out to dinner with Mom for Dad's birthday. Luckily, she didn't drink that much and she was driving. Also, luckily, I'd had a very big chicken breast sandwich and fries so that much booze didn't kill me. But I was good and sober again by the time I hit the hay.

I was dreaming of Arthurian Knights and their gallant feats of right over might. I was seeing for the first time some of the secret deeds of deepest antiquity taking place and needing to translate the images into something that would bring you the truth. It was like being a movie editor. I was seeing these men and their horses and their deeds about which no one in the world knows and trying to transfer snippets of the sight into video, into imagery, into a workable presentation of the beautiful truth to give to the world.

I was becoming so joyful in the feeling of the power to do this that it woke me up and sent me in here to my mother's not-a-computer to tell you about it. I snapped wide awake from it at 3am sharp.

I was going to be able to TELL you the answer to life, the universe and everything in images instead of numbers. You were going finally to know the beautiful truth that was channelling through me from the depths of spacetime to save the world. I did not stop to marvel at it. AS it was being shown to me I was working already to to turn it into YOUR vision, YOUR sight, YOUR elation and release from the benighted bumbling of consensus. My only part in this beautiful truth was getting it from my eyes into yours... and I'd known how to do it! Was doing it. And the happiness was so intense it woke me up at the stroke of three.

I was splayed naked on the cement slab in the guest room and grinding my face into my pillow so hard I think my nose might have moved several inches closer to my left ear. I also sort of had myself in a wrestling move I believe they refer to as a "choke hold". It was very elegant and involved getting part of my pillow jammed so hard into my windpipe that I know for sure whoever gives points for that action would have marked me very high in the suicide slumber division of the Olympic Self-Wrestling Trials.

I got to hug my Poppa at last. He couldn't stay awake too long on his big day, so it wasn't enough for me, but it still felt like heaven to just be there, just take him out of the crazy ward and sit on the patio, eating cookies and helping him sip on his favorite soda... just sitting and touching him.

I also found out the completely fantastical hallucination upon which my younger sister's twenty-year quest to make my life miserable has been based. OMG! It may have been better NOT knowing all that time because at least then I could think I must have done something while in a trance that wounded her grievously. I certainly never did any such a thing of my own accord and while I was awake in my own skin and not transported onto some plane where fairy soap-opera bitches descend from their airwaves to loose their perfidies on their highly imaginatively vindictive little sisters, but I guess I never realized until tonight that it could have its "basis" in a type of revisionism SO transcendental that it no longer holds any congruence with actuality whatsoever. The power of thin air.

But I saw Arthur's Knights saving the world tonight.

I don't know if I can even get it all across if I become a great movie director or novelist. I think I need to be able to just blast the beautiful truth directly from this end of this mind to that end of this mind, so you can at last know.

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any messages?

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I will be running all over like the madwoman I am for the next few days and so here would be a good place to put any links I almost certainly will miss in the shuffle. I will have internet access just fine for the rest of this month, but pockets of needing to be functioning in the analog and so don't be alarmed, and do put anything you want to say or link right here.

XOXOXOX

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Midnight-thirty: Made it.

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from the sublime to the ridiculous

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It went from North Pole to sweater weather to almost too hot to stand up here, and, of course, the day I'm supposed to be driving for six hours is a whopper, even here. Usually if I leave here in the cool of the afternoon, by the the time I get down to where the afternoons are scorching hot, it's evening. Getting a very, very late start on it.

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It's being put about that:

1. 56% of Americans agree with the claim that there is a humanitarian crisis in Gaza;

2. 43% of Americans agree with the claim that people in Gaza are starving;

3. 34% of Americans support the Israeli operation against the Flotilla;

4. 20% of Americans “felt support” for Israel following announcement of easing of Gaza closure.

as though this were some sort of tragedy for Israel and also as though this were some sort of victory for Palestine.

It's horrifying.

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you don't have the first part of a clue how much i love you

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Almost no one ever has and I know no one ever will again. The really true masters will warn you about it before they help you fall down a bottomless well. The charlatans will only put their hands together and keep trying to speak obliquely enough to fascinate you with their mysteriousness. True humans know before the light bouncing off them can meet our eyes.

You can't fathom this that is not bound, feeling with no borders anywhere, not a tuft of grass to grasp in your free fall. You go crazy building grids and bars and planks and topiary mazes so dense you never find your way back out. You hurt yourself, sometimes to Shakespearean extremes, and it isn't a tenth of actual pain, because of your air constructs more stubborn than steel. You haven't the first part of an inclination of what happens when you cease trapping yourself in them. It is a shock to find where it goes when you don't grasp anything. It's like the torsion physics the space lizard guys are apeshit behind... maybe it IS the torsion physics they're apeshit about.

You can punch through to the opposite of pain while still in it, but you cannot ever punch through to the opposite of love, only go deeper. You do NOT have the FIRST part of a clue how much I love you.

If you get a whiff, you immediately take it wrong. You immediately get it in your box. You THINK you do. You don't know you can love someone unspeakably more than even your spouse and NEVER be remotely unfaithful.

You live in a nightmare.

I had a friend, a man friend, early in my life online. There might be two other people on the planet who can make me scream with laughter like he can. Maybe not even that many. I didn't realize how fucked up he is. It wouldn't have mattered if he had not been such a liar about so much for so long. I probably even could have released him from his hell, pushed him down this well, and given him the keys to his cell... sat back and watched him redeem humanity singlehandedly... klutz though I am... or "ton of bricks" as 86's dad likes to say.

I pick up a pristine white feather from the smallest and most delicate dove and it slams people to the pavement. If I could teach myself the art of intergalactic indirection, maybe their teeth would stop chattering when I only look at the feather, the pristine white one sticking up from a tiny pot of sand here. You can't use a feather on me. Or, you can, and I will know, but I maybe will not remember to remember I know... or know and let it be neither not remembered nor remembered, decide that the feather is nice and wish to leave it be there. But I know, and you don't have the first part of a clue how much I love you, but I don't want you in my life if you cannot tell the truth, if you keep mistaking my feather for a ton of bricks you need to cart off and stack just so to reinforce your maze.

It's not relative. It's not of this world, even when you are in it. You can't wrap your pixels around this. You can't form it up into anything you like. It's alive. It's free. It's not you or me. I'm not going back to months and months and months of nightmares so intense they drove stakes through my flesh, shot me out of bed with the fumes of your HATE blowing in my ear, with the sulphur of your maniacal giggling echoing down my hallway, burning my nostrils, when you are practically half way across the planet. I'm not giving my organs over to be set hopping and banging against each other because it feels so good when you want it to. I have to ignore too much to bathe in it. It is no part of my business to insist you stop lying, and if you won't it wastes the few minutes I have left in eternity to be good for living things. You don't have the first part of a clue how much I love you. You don't have the first part of a clue who "you" is.

I was mentioning somewhere down there in comments about the White Horse bodhisattva from so long ago. His name was Joe. Just Joe. I met him in Tofino, BC. I was on a drive out of my skin and had brought myself to a halt there for three days to wait for a ferry to take me to Haida Gwaii. He was tending bar at the hotel where I stopped to try to plan out my stay, get my bearings, find the will to the mundane from out an apocalypse of pain. I hadn't slept in two or three days. He took one look at me. Asked me maybe two half-questions. Poured me a drink. Took me by the arm to a restaurant across the street where they were serving fresh, that day, seafood, all you could eat. When my head was almost hitting the plate, he grabbed my arm again, strode me back to the hotel, ripped a room key off the wall, marched me to the room, planted the key in my hand and said, "Sleep! This room is yours as long as you want it. No charge." He was there the next morning to take me to breakfast. He kept by my side for the whole three days. Never once making any remotely sexual facial expression, or touch, or word. He was at my side in a way that was utter solidarity and not intrusive in even the tiniest way. When I left to go catch the ferry, he stood down, and told me he would be right there if anything went wrong.

We didn't have to know any more about each other than our first names.

At this very moment, twenty years later, I'd take a bullet for him, no questions asked.

He's everyone, and he is only him. He is both and he is neither. You aren't even on the same planet as I am! You don't have the first part of a clue how much I love you.

I can forgive you EVERYTHING, even war crimes, if you will but step into the truth and not turn back.

YOU IDIOT! I bet you think I'm trying to be poetic... or bragging... or crazy... or... let's go with your FAVORITE!

NEEDY!

Yeah! That's the ticket.

I'm sorry you lost your father. I am losing mine. It is his birthday on Tuesday and I get to be with him again, at last, if he lives till Tuesday. My father, who can't tell where he is in space relative to where he wants to go, and who can't talk straight and only realizes it half the time, KNOWS precisely how much I love him, KNOWS what's going on, is perfectly lucid inside a skin bag that has gone out of his control, and KNOWS his wife and other daughter don't think he's him anymore. I can't MAKE them either. I know precisely why they have been trying to kill me in my dreams since I was a little girl.

For his birthday he'll be with one who knows he's in there, will be able to relax inside the wreck of his dying body.

I heard some guys going on about the strangeness of cannibalism of people who would want to eat another's good qualities, and scratching their heads about people who wore medicine bags of cremated remains, Keith Richards snorting his father's ashes. A man I loved and revered died a few years ago and his wife had his ashes parsed into little gauze bags for each person who loved him so they could spread his ashes where they wanted. The bags leaked, left residue, little flecks of Norman, on our hands. Others wiped their hands on their clothes. I licked mine. They pretended not to see... but in that moment they were ashamed of themselves. In that split second, each of them saw.

My mother and my sister see. They won't have it, won't admit it, won't get real... either... not for any amount of love they have the capacity to even dream. Just like you, they bend what they see into something they THINK they can stage manage.

For myself, I can only thank the buddhas of the ten directions for the warning, for the push into this bottomless well, for the chance to love as much as I do, for the galaxies of pain shooting me into the universes of joy, for the tears shooting from my eyes into fathomless space.

No. For real, you don't have the first ion of the first part of that clue how much I love you.

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i'm moving to canada!

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A REAL bathtub... in a BARN... closer to polar bears.

UTTER BLISS.

Of course, DGPNorth may be toying with me, but, well... even just the idea makes me almost certain this is another one of my computer code, internet pattern dreams.

DON'T WAKE ME UP!

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make one of these birthdays happy for me before i die

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IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. —That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, —That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.—Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

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pick up history and throw it in the air

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Ireland as the seat of all civilization! I love the bits of information inside all this. If that's not enough, here's another hour of Tsarion, blowing Judaism out of the water... among other things.

I gotta tell everyone on the feed that I screwed up the Max Keiser link yesterday, and I hope you didn't listen to the whole thing, wondering what the heck I was talking about. It's fixed now and you can click in and get it. Also, the "i warned you last night" post got a heck of a lot of Gulf Blowout stuff tacked onto it.

I'm trying to cool my jets a little now while I'm readying to head south for a few weeks. Housesitting for Peggy and Jim down in Mendo World and it puts me much nearer my Poppa. So I probably won't go whole days without posting things, but it could start getting a little weirder than usual for a little while.

I get to take care of the Cairn Terrier from hell for two whole weeks! THAT will be a blast for everyone, I'm sure. The little shit loves me to bits.

Anyway, here's a bunch of hours of wildness to cool out from the AWFUL of all the scary, scary, scary stuff coming down in the Gulf... or... well... I guess I should say "coming up"... now shouldn't I?

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I'M DEVELOPING A PERSECUTION COMPLEX!!!!!! BOTH THE PLAYLISTS I LINKED HERE HAVE BEEN TORN DOWN OFF YOUTUBE! ARE NOW AGENTS READING MY BLOG?

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i warned you last night

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There are all these wild theories about scalar technologies, weaponized torsion physics, whatever the heck we're calling it/them, and it seems that just about all of them are now rounded up in Hoagland's updated last paper about the Norway Spiral... and so much more.... If you missed it before, a hard skim all the way down the page will blow yer mind... and even if you saw it before, it's much more now, you don't wanna miss about the Klingon War Bird, and, well, it's probably actually stranger even than this!

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Here's another Lindsey Williams interview about the toxic gasses in the Gulf. It's creepin' me out because he's talking about the same nukes pros and cons I was just imagining back and forth with BB2 down the page a ways. [1] A nuke is almost certainly our only option to stop it, but [2] if we mess up and collapse the strata down there, it will never stop. The other day, a local ship captain who has been working as a contractor for BP walked out to the flying bridge in front of his crew and shot himself in the head. And I only just got through the first of the four segments in the playlist.

Brown burn spots on plant leaves from toxic rain as far north as Huntsville, Alabama, approximately 300 miles due north of the Gulf Coast.

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More really lovely discussion of the problem:

How the ultimate BP Gulf disaster could kill millions
by Terrence Aym

Disturbing evidence is mounting that something frightening is happening deep under the waters of the Gulf of Mexico—something far worse than the BP oil gusher.

Warnings were raised as long as a year before the Deepwater Horizon disaster that the area of seabed chosen by the BP geologists might be unstable, or worse, inherently dangerous.

What makes the location that Transocean chose potentially far riskier than other potential oil deposits located at other regions of the Gulf? It can be summed up with two words: methane gas.

The same methane that makes coal mining operations hazardous and leads to horrendous mining accidents deep under the earth also can present a high level of danger to certain oil exploration ventures.

Location of Deepwater Horizon oil rig was criticized

More than 12 months ago some geologists rang the warning bell that the Deepwater Horizon exploratory rig might have been erected directly over a huge underground reservoir of methane.

Documents from several years ago indicate that the subterranean geologic formation may contain the presence of a huge methane deposit.

None other than the engineer who helped lead the team to snuff the Gulf oil fires set by Saddam Hussein to slow the advance of American troops has stated that a huge underground lake of methane gas—compressed by a pressure of 100,000 pounds per square inch (psi)—could be released by BP's drilling effort to obtain the oil deposit.

Current engineering technology cannot contain gas that is pressurized to 100,000 psi.

By some geologists' estimates the methane could be a massive 15 to 20 mile toxic and explosive bubble trapped for eons under the Gulf sea floor. In their opinion, the explosive destruction of the Deepwater Horizon wellhead was an accident just waiting to happen.

Yet the disaster that followed the loss of the rig pales by comparison to the apocalyptic disaster that may come.

A cascading catastrophe

According to worried geologists, the first signs that the methane may burst its way through the bottom of the ocean would be fissures or cracks appearing on the ocean floor near the damaged well head.

Evidence of fissures opening up on the seabed have been captured by the robotic submersibles working to repair and contain the ruptured well. Smaller, independent plumes have also appeared outside the nearby radius of the bore hole itself.

According to some geological experts, BP's operations set into motion a series of events that may be irreversible. Step-by-step the drilling team committed one error after another.

Congressmen Henry Waxman, D-CA, and Bart Stupak, D-MI, in a letter sent to BP CEO Tony Hayward, identified 5 missteps made by BP during the period culminating with the explosion.

Waxman, chair of the Congressional energy panel and Stupak, the head of the subcommittee on oversight and investigations, said, "The common feature of these five decisions is that they posed a trade-off between cost and well safety."

The two Representatives also stated in the 14-page letter to Hayward that "Time after time, it appears that BP made decisions that increased the risk of a blowout to save the company time or expense."

Called by some insiders investigating the ongoing disaster a "perfect storm of catastrophe," the wellhead blew on the sea floor catapulting a stream of mud, oil and gas upwards at the speed of sound.

In describing the events—that transpired in a matter of seconds—they note that immediately following the rupture the borehole pipe's casing blew away exposing a straight line 8 miles deep for the pressurized gas to escape. The result was cavitation, an irregular pressure variance sometimes experience by deep diving vessels such as nuclear submarines. This cavitation created a supersonic bubble of explosive methane gas that resulted in a supersonic explosion killing 11 men and completely annihilating the drilling platform.

Death from the depths

With the emerging evidence of fissures, the quiet fear now is the methane bubble rupturing the seabed and exploding into the Gulf waters. If the bubble escapes, every ship, drilling rig and structure within the region of the bubble will instantaneously sink. All the workers, engineers, Coast Guard personnel and marine biologists measuring the oil plumes' advance will instantly perish.

As horrible as that is, what would follow is an event so potentially horrific that it equals in its fury the Indonesian tsunami that killed more than 600,000, or the destruction of Pompeii by Mt. Vesuvius.

The ultimate Gulf disaster, however, would make even those historical horrors pale by comparison. If the huge methane bubble breaches the seabed, it will erupt with an explosive fury similar to that experienced during the eruption of Mt. Saint Helens in the Pacific Northwest. A gas gusher will surge upwards through miles of ancient sedimentary rock—layer after layer—past the oil reservoir. It will explode upwards propelled by 50 tons psi, burst through the cracks and fissures of the compromised sea floor, and rupture miles of ocean bottom with one titanic explosion.

The burgeoning methane gas cloud will surface, killing everything it touches, and set off a supersonic tsunami with the wave traveling somewhere between 400 to 600 miles per hour.

While the entire Gulf coastline is vulnerable, the state most exposed to the fury of a supersonic wave towering 150 to 200 feet or more is Florida. The Sunshine State only averages about 100 feet above sea level with much of the coastline and lowlands and swamps near zero elevation. [Elevation map] A supersonic tsunami would literally sweep away everything from Miami to the panhandle in a matter of minutes. Loss of human life would be virtually instantaneous and measured in the millions. Of course the states of Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and southern region of Georgia—a state with no Gulf coastline—would also experience tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of casualties.

Loss of property is virtually incalculable and the days of the US position as the world's superpower would be literally gone in a flash...of detonating methane.

Report about the Late Paleocene Thermal Maximum (LPTM), which occurred around 55 million years ago and lasted about 100,000 years. Large undersea methane caused explosions and mass extinctions. This Science Daily piece explores the controversial paper published by Northwestern University's Gregory Ryskin. His thesis: the oceans periodically produce massive eruptions of explosive methane gas.

YouTube, History Channel Mega Disasters explains methane explosions.

YouTube videos discussing the underground methane deposit are here and here. [These are the original Hoagland discussion of the tsunami on C2C...]

I hope you've had yer coffee....

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This guy does NOT think it was an accident.

I have to say I have moments when it crosses my mind that it wasn't, but any way you slice it, he has a point the size of Argentina about what must be done. But if Hoagland comes out with some kind of spiral or tetrahedral diagram relating to this apocalypse, I'm going to have to go screaming naked off a cliff.

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in case you wonder why i want my lizardry phd so badly

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You get to find out about the fullness of the perfidies behind stuff like this! You get to find out about a lot of things that aren't wild imagination or nutty conspiracy theorizing. In the cracks between all this supposedly harebrained stuff is all kinds of abundantly useful information.

We need useful.

OMG! We need useful, and we AIN'T getting it in the mainstream.

Not at all.

Not at all.

Not. At. All.

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wasn't gonna bother mentioning hillary's more than hypocritical remark

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But had noticed her hair looking much less terrifying, and Stacy Herbert had said so much in the audio I just linked below about the terror of the commenters at the WSJ over the Senate cutting off Unemployment benefits extensions, that I thought it would be good to just kill these birds with this stone.

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whoa, am i ever glad i listened to this!

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As you probably know, Max Keiser does a bunch of different shows on tv, internet and radio, and most of them are with Stacy Herbert. There is rarely a time when any random click on any of their stuff doesn't yield up at least ONE really good bit that you shouldn't have missed, but in this case, near the end, came something out of Max's mouth that was just transcendentally amazingly improbably excitingly blessedly supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

You will recall I recently begged you to listen to Derrick Jensen again. Well Max just got finished stating that it isn't going to be the wars, or the economy that does us in. He said, clear as a bell, a few times, IT WILL BE OUR ECOLOGY.

The guy's such a hotshot, I bet it won't be more than a day or two before he realizes it will be the whole world's ecology... though mostly because of us... well... wait... wasichu.

HE EVEN MENTIONED THE INDIANS WARNING AND WARNING AND WARNING ABOUT THIS.

Does that rock, or whut?

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Aaaaaagh! I know perfectly well that he spells it K-E-I-S-E-R, but go ahead and spell it "Kaiser" about 90% of the time anyway! WTF? Computers turn yer brains into mush! The tubes make it exponentially worse because yer whalin' on it, tryin' to communicate, hair on fire, the whole way. So you do obnoxious shit like this, without even noticing it! Colombia turned into "Columbia" somewhere in here, my brain, over the last couple years too. I used to have the laser eye for proofing. NOT. ANYMORE.

I punished myself by going back through my blog to try to find every time I'd spelled it "Kaiser" and correct that egregious error. Whut? Do I need to start sprinkling crack into my coffee? I put the completely wrong link in here, while all excited and bouncing up and down, and did not realize my error until hours later, AND adding a thank you comment on the wrong thread at his blog. I have to drive for six or so hours in a day or two or three. WILL. I. MAKE. IT?

And, dammit, I know a lot of people are reading this blog, and you COULD pipe up about this sort of thing, you know! You don't even have to uncloak, to officially stop lurking, in order to just anonymously blurt something about mistakes like that, you know. You could just write, "99, you senile old twit, you spelled Max's name wrong AGAIN. love, lurker" and I would be so pleased, so grateful, so toadally happy to overlook your bad manners....

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oh, well, this will be easier

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You should bookmark this page. I've been linking it on a big long page full of charts and links and weather data that may take some of you a month to load, if you could get it to load at all, and this graphic is the one I find most useful. I don't know what happened to the strings of oil broken off from the main block that used to be swirling well south of the spill. Maybe they got slammed back into it by the prevailing currents. Anyway, this puppy shows what you can expect the oil to be doing, projected out a few days, at any given time you go to visit it. I visit it every day or two.

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bear in mind

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When the next NIE comes out... if they're going to be so homicidal as to bullshit us about Iran and nukes... which they so seriously seem to be winding up to do... you need to remember that everyone at Antiwar, and everyone of the experts they ever interview, INSISTS Iran has no clear and present capability. Bear in mind as well that there is a heavy possibility Wikileaks will get the first draft, the real draft of the actual NIE, if Panetta, or anyone else decides to fudge the language enough to let it be read as threatening.

WHILE you're strangling your representatives about the Gulf Blowout and our need for the mud logs, you should mention also that their windpipes will be endangered again if we touch Iran. If you won't stand up, you could AT LEAST start venting your ire on THEM instead of each other.

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thoroughly burnt offerings

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I just went to some trouble to attempt to straighten a jumble of videos of an interview with Tom Bearden about "applied scalar technology". I don't know for certain that these are in the right order, as advertised, because I haven't listened to it yet. He sounds like a real maniac, but he's one of the guys who purports to know his stuff on this better physics and I'm tired of waiting for the other guy who grounds it in history and speaks in more reassuringly-modulated cadences. So... in furtherance of my eventual PhD in Space Lizardry, this is my offering to the buddhas of Outer Blogistan.

I know some of you kind of enjoy ruminating on this stuff, so I bother to post it in case yer interested, even before I've listened at least half the time, because I wanna flop out and listen and am too drowsy to post it after then... and you not only get up earlier than I do, but some of you are hours ahead of me... maybe even most of a day ahead... and maybe would enjoy beating me over the head for the goofy things I find to drag you through before I even know what hit me....

I'm gonna switch this puppy on in a minute or two and hope it's not so awful I have to get back up and warn you off it... OR you could just do the thought experiment of listening to this guy to see what you can see, get yer PhD with me....

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Oh, oh, some people insist this technology brought down the Trade Center towers, and caused some of the recent earthquakes, and the blue spiral over Norway, and other apparitions in the sky. Plus, some people are insisting that this technology could seal up the Gulf Blowout in an instant, that "we" have this technology and the fuckers should use it for good. I'm not prepared to go that far, but I am pretty sure that somewhere in here is REAL stuff that is purposely withheld. It has been said by some that they keep it secret because mankind could do too much damage with it, despite all the good it would do, and by others that Nazis developed it and took over NASA to help insure our science went the other direction, and now they're all in outer space with these directed energy death beams.

Basically, Space Nazis fighting the Space Lizards... and we might not even know which side we should be on.

Just sayin'. Imaginations run wild in times like ours. I figure my PhD might at least turn me into a bestselling SciFi author.

The Adventures of Agent 99 Across the Ten Times....

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[Looooong break for sleep....]

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Oh, well, now, turns out Bearden speaks just fine when he's not doing a lecture and trying to sound cute. I heard a couple clips of him talking to a big audience before I put this together—talking about the applications of this physics as the title of this one implied—and it was both worrying and encouraging... so I ended up running all over to string together this little discussion. He's not being cute with his hokey old Southernisms in this. He's rattatattatting right along here. I think he does a fine job of sounding lucid here. If I were a little clearer on the terminology of electrodynamics I could endorse it 100% because he whales on the scientific establishment as regards The Scientific Method and those NOT paying ANY attention to it... except insofar as it serves self-service... serves sophistry... to invoke it.

If you've listened to these guys here and don't get why I say this, try a clip of Richard Dawkins for a minute or two. That ought to give you the picture right away. He's one of the worst Scientific Methodists in the public eye. As I know I've mentioned here before, I felt huge gratitude for his The Selfish Gene, but I think the outstanding success of that book ruined the man. I mean, I don't know for sure. He may have been an insufferable prig before he wrote that book, or the oceans of accolades from the general public for its clarity, elegance and brevity may have cemented him permanently behind the dyke that spares the rest of us from the vast waters of his hubris, but he is clearly outright incapable of discerning that he is as guilty of blind and blindingly obnoxious faith as any of the other religionists he reviles so unstintingly. I tend to think of him as one of those guys who can't even excuse himself for the restroom without invoking The Lord in the matter... to the treetops... so he has NO right going on the way he does.

I agree that upholding atheism, even vociferously, in front of certain audiences is a good thing because too many Christofascists are becoming ENTIRELY too powerful, but the bozo is JOINING them in his quest to take away their power, and listening to Tom Bearden, here, can help you with one of the prime examples of how much damage that does.

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[Portentously, I clicked on a related video....]

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Bearden works with Richard Hoagland, and so, you know, ya gotta be wary, but he makes good sense, so I made you another playlist despite the hardships of this action when people whose idea of continuity on YouTube is, well, very close to nonexistent. If I find a version that might show the slides he's talking about in this one, I'll come back here and replace it... but I have a feeling it's probably part of one of the DVDs Hoagland sells....

The Southernisms are pretty thick in this one.

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[Unhappily noticed related videos that were not apparent in my second ordeal in playlist making here....]

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CRIKEY!

This new playlist I made for you this morning has grown twice since I first posted it. It started with four videos; then went to six; and has now ended up at eight. I think I now have all that is extant from that conference on this playlist, but if not, pfeh, tough... probably. I'm not wanting to get mad at Bearden for the psychedelic disorder of his chronicler's head... but... sheesh... it's hell being me.

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[A glutton for punishment or PhD, I clicked on still another related video...]

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Oh, the poor jamoke has been swinging away at this for thirty or more years. Sheesh. Bless the tubes, I guess. In this third playlist, we hear him on the radio back in the 1980s. He was, at the time, postulating that the Soviets were perpetrating scalar weather modifications on us. It has since been adjudged that the Nazis were working on this, the Nazi Bell, during WWII, and that they simply moved their operations to South America when the war was going to be lost. Still, there's a lot to be learned in here, and further reminders that Nicola Tesla, who is responsible for our ability to have most of our technology, was thoroughly buried by the powers that have been... all that crap they handed us at school about Marconi and Edison, et al.

I will see if I can bear going off to look at the world when I'm done listening to this one.

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Ya know-oh... and heavy on the Christopher Walken there, I'm beginning to think it's a mercy they've decided to start dumbing us down instead of pumping us full of shit... except, really, now, I think, they are doing BOTH, no?

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the good old days

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Rest your weary apocalypse....

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the science we are fed

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I find myself trying to think through the advisability of nuking the blowout. We know the government has at least been assessing this approach. And we know that about the most oft-cited "authority" against it has been Michio Kaku, whose bailiwick is string theory, one of the many "physicists" I prefer to call "quantum mechanics" and leave it to you to discern that it's not a confusion of terms.

Is It a Good Idea to Nuke the Oil Leak?
Michio Kaku on June 8, 2010, 6:32 PM

There was brief speculation in the media about using nuclear weapons to seal up the raging oil leak in the Gulf of Mexico. I think this is a bad idea, from a physics point of view. Let me say that my mentor while I was in high school and at Harvard, Edward Teller, father of the H-bomb, was a firm advocate of using nuclear weapons to dig out canals and other grand engineering projects. The logic is this: when an H-bomb is detonated underground, most of its energy is in the form of soft X-rays, which deposit most of their energy in a large sphere, where it is absorbed and the energy turned to intense heat. (In the air, this ball of hot ionized plasma rises rapidly, with cold air coming in from the side, which gives rise to the familiar mushroom cloud).

Underground, we then have a hollow sphere of vaporized gas, with walls that have been glassified from the sand. This hollow sphere is stable from a few hours to a few days, but eventually the weight of the rock collapses the sphere. The result is a sudden collapse of the sphere, often releasing radioactive gas into the environment. In the wake of this explosion, we now have a huge hole, often over 1,000 feet across, which, as envisioned by Dr. Teller, could be used to create canals. The Soviets actually experimented with this method to seal gas leaks during the 1960s and '70s.

If this takes place under the sea floor (which has never been done before), there are bound to be complications. First, there would be the release of dangerous, water-soluble chemicals such as radioactive iodine, strontium, and cesium, which would contaminate the food chain in the Gulf. Second, the "seal" created by the glassified sand is probably unstable. And third, it might actually make the problem worse, creating many mini leaks on the ocean floor. Determining the precise effect of such an underwater blast would depend on crucial computer simulations of the various layers of rock under the seafloor, which has never been done before.

In other words, this would be a huge science experiment, with unintended consequences. Furthermore, with hurricane season upon us, and predictions of eight or more hurricanes for this season, it means that seawater several hundred feet below the surface of the water could be churned up and then deposited over the South. This seawater, containing oils and radioactive fission products, would magnify the environmental problem.

In summary, it is not a good idea to use nukes to seal up oil leaks.

The man is referring to underground tests of huge nuclear BOMBS. What is being considered is not similar. It's more of the character of directed mini nukes, and, no, I do not know how mini they have managed to make them, or even how successfully they can direct them, but I do know that the kind of blast and amount of glassification isn't comparable and would be aimed only at pinching off the drill hole.

I am sputtering at Kaku's use of the term "vaporized gas", which really means heated gas, further vaporizing a gas, and is used industrially before cooling it into a liquid so as to optimize transport of it... something like that... the means of packing more gas into a container than the container would otherwise have held... accounting for all those warning labels on tanker trucks and just plain tanks containing gaseousness. So I guess he meant to illustrate the temporary state of pressure equalization in a sand bubble created by a nuclear bomb, but we're not talking about sand. We're talking about rock down four to six miles into the mantle, AND we are talking only about a radically smaller, targeted burst, to pinch a manmade bore-hole-into-the-unthinkable that badly needs pinching off, if possible... if humanly thinkable.

I fail to see how any further toxicity from fucking that up would worsen prospects for living things in this instance.

I do NOT fail to see how it might further weaken the cracks in the strata down there and end up creating another exit for the unthinkable through the back door, so to speak. I also can imagine that all this might piss off that huge methane bubble forming not too far under the sea bed, but the chances that bubble won't pop are not great even if all we do about this is pack the hell up and move as far away from the Gulf as possible.

So I'm not exactly in favor of it, but I truly am beginning to see that it might be the only option with a chance and that the price of failure may not be functionally worse than not trying it at all.

UNTIL THIS WORTHLESS "ADMINISTRATION" GIVES THE PUBLIC DECENT INFORMATION UPON WHICH VIABLE OPINIONS AND DECISIONS CAN BE MADE, YOU'RE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO SUFFER WITH WHAT PEOPLE CAN MAKE OF THE SCANT EVIDENCE WE HAVE SO FAR.

I don't think people have any kind of image in their heads of just how lethal these people are.

bubkes

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Thin air.

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WAKE UP!!!

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OMG, OMG, OMG! Stand up.

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before you go off tsking about that nasty old kgb putin again

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Remember that this is all a very strangely-timed and oddly-comprehensively-reported supposed international incident that doesn't even start to rise to the level of known perfidy, even in its most florid description, of cases against Israeli and Turkish espionage that the FBI not only stolidly ignored, but the administration fought in court to keep ignored. So, don't fall for it. Don't let them tickle the ribs of biases they've already implanted a million different ways. Float. What are they trying to force out of Russia?

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way past time for a nice cleansing cry

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I had a really good dream this "morning". I dreamed of agonizing stuff, of 86 coming back and a stultifying number of really awful floozies coming back with him, telling me in no uncertain terms that no matter what they were also in his life. It was really heavy. I just stood there as a sort of parade poured into a kaleidoscope of this action played out in front of me. At length, I pulled 86 from this crowd of awful moving into my life and told him gently but firmly that I didn't want him with me if the rest of this stuff was part of the bargain.

Immediately as I told him that the general atmosphere and attitude of everyone in this jumble turned intensely happy, intensely loving, where only a moment before it had been the very portrait of fundamentally awful.

I had so wanted this day to bloom into something sparklingly positive on that account, but, here, I think the cry is the most appropriate to our coördinates in space/time.

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the grandmother of all coverups

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It actually COULD have some redeeming value to do this at some point, but, well, just now I'm at a loss to think of any good motive for it.

And, as BB2 mentioned earlier today, they're FUCKING pressing those toxic FEMA trailers back into service again too.

Aaaaaagh!

HERE'S A PLAYLIST OF THE HOAGLAND STUFF FROM THE MIDDLE OF LAST NIGHT....

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I am beginning to hope those relief drills are for nuclear devices.... This is getting entirely too terrible and the failure of their plans to plug it from below looks to be a virtual certainty, AND will increase the destruction exponentially.

Best case? Oil rains down within 300 miles of the Gulf Coast, poisoning flora and fauna and turning the major parts of the Gulf States into disaster areas. Large scale evacuations will have to be made in any contaminated areas simply due to the carcinogenic risk of the oil; this will create large refugee camps outside of the immediate disaster areas and the economic ripple effect will be felt nationwide; this will obviously impact the world economic scene in a negative fashion.

That’s the best case scenario.

Worst case? The methane bubble explodes, causing a tsunami that wipes out 80% of Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and Florida. Large portions of Texas are also destroyed. The Gulf islands and Mexico will be in the same boat. All of the oil platforms currently drilling in the Gulf would be torn away from their moorings, creating further oil leaks that would exacerbate the problems already there.

So maybe this hints at why I'm starting to hope for nukes.

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brace yourself

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I think maybe we really are in for it in a HUGE way. Not like we don't deserve it, but it's going to hurt like hell.

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1st and 2nd amendments duking it out on my blog

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Here we have a couple wild-eyed libertarians talking about the Supreme Court decision in favor of the 2nd Amendment. I have felt relief over this decision and that is rare enough with this miserable excuse for a third branch of government. I am gobsmacked to learn that it may well be that I am in the most agreement with Justice Thomas... just keep reminding myself that even a broken clock is right twice a day.... It all adds up to a sliver of a chance we can wrest the Constitution back and overthrow, or walk back, this tyranny. Not an inconsiderable blessing these days, you might agree, even if you don't agree with the decision itself... or what I make of it.

My dear, possibly former, friend Blue! took issue with my approval of this decision. He does, or did, not seem able to see how insulting his opening remarks were... to me... to his fellow citizens... to people who would die for him... would use their guns to defend him. I was immediately angered by this because I have been wailing my head off, with all the stops pulled out, about this stuff for at least a year, and arguing with the stops left in for years before that, and he knows at least the last six months of it. He has mattered to me so much because for this time he has always seemed to be able to see my points in this general matter of ceasing the stupid, stupid, stupid wedge issue wars, the Hatfield and McCoy action, the "planeticidally" beside the point raging back and forth between Blue-Fascists-in-Denial and Red-Fascists-in-Denial. He ended up proclaiming that people aren't allowed to disagree with me.

Bullshit.

You ARE allowed to disagree with me, AND to tell me what you think of me. You just can't expect that I'm going to amiably respond to positions I can see are DANGEROUS to living things. I love to be shown where I am wrong and if you ever really think I am wrong, you go into my bag full of good people if you bother to tell me so, and you get put atop my Everest of heroes if you open up some corner of my brain in the process. You get these glorious and coveted honors for being courageous enough to interact honestly and in good faith. It isn't so usual that people will risk amity to advance each other's insight and understanding, and that is a constant sorrow to me. I, as you have seen, do it all the time, because it's the path to enlightenment, to meaningful discourse.

So, anyway, while the 1st Amendment is in fact disregarded here when trolls pop in to be assholes and other types of offensive expression, you most certainly ARE allowed to disagree with me all you want. If yer disagreeable about it, the chances are high that I will mirror that in my response, but very low that you will be censored or unwelcome if you are honestly and in good faith taking issue with me.

If I can't take it, I say so. If I don't want to be agonized by a subject here, I say so, and why. That seems completely fair to me. Since I put so much work into my blog, I really DO expect to be able to cut off harassment with subjects that threaten to send me screaming naked off a cliff—AGAIN—so, no, the 1st Amendment is not respected here any more than it is respected in my house when someone's driving me mad, but you ARE most emphatically allowed and encouraged to disagree with me here or anywhere at any time.

After the jump you will find evidence of the full exchange with Blue! on this matter. It's looooong....

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this guy says we're devolving

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Ya think?

I only just turned it on... and, hook or no hook, it doesn't sound that interesting so far, but since I'm jonesing on my lizardry PhD courses, I'm giving it a whirl. Good way to wind down and do something as novel as SLEEP.

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Oh... sigh... I could not make it. Either this guy is an example of his own thesis or an entirely too uninspiring orator even for winding down the zapping synapses thing. I don't want to bother figuring it out. Please let me know if you made it through and if there was ANYTHING worth hearing in that. Sorry.

I'm now giving this guy a try, after a brief agony of professional protest and dead wildlife, and he sounds at least more with-it and he says the universe is intelligent... a correlation here? You decide.

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Oh, crap. I couldn't hang with that either. So I wouldn't blame you even an itty bitty bit if you don't even bother to click on any of this.

Just gazing at Conquering Bear for a moment is probably good enough....

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Late night, very late night, news flash: Richard Hoagland was on Coast to Coast again tonight, last night as you read this, and he's SCREAMING FOR EVERYONE TO CALL THEIR REPRESENTATIVES AND DEMAND THE MUD LOGS BE MADE PUBLIC... which, if you've been paying attention is ONLY sane... and mandatory to real independent experts being able to assess the situation. Such screaming might actually be efficacious. They're all standing for reëlection soon and the horrors are deepening by the day.

So. Scream. Scream for the government to GET those mud logs out of the corporations' asshole "proprietary information" vaults. IT'S OUR PLANET! They fucked up and they're NOT fixing it. So. Scream.

The other bit of news he has is that it is now being put about that BP actually drilled 30,000 or 35,000 feet below the sea floor with this debacle well... which I can believe because THOSE were the original numbers I saw before they melted away and were replaced by lower numbers... into a huge reservoir of methane... and geologists were screaming for them NOT to do it. They did it anyway.

The giant seafloor bubble is real. It's actually there. It may or may not blow.

BUT WE GOTTA GET THE LOGS TO FIND OUT.

It was about as close to completely unbearable to get this information from the live stream as it could conceivably be conveyed. I'm going to kill myself now.

Hoagland will be back on with Noory the first hour of his 4th of July show.... I have no clue if I will have the stamina to kill myself again that soon.

Good-bye cruel world.
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