Didn't Pay Climate Tax

 Spring Equinox

81° on my balcony.  I turned on the apartment A/C this morning. This is the strangest winter I can remember. We need a minimum of precipitation to keep the soil microbes alive and I fear we haven’t had enough. Bad summer coming?

 Sick Propaganda

A high school classmate posted this on Facebook. I called him out.

This man is well educated, a world traveler from a Little Snake River ranching family. I am baffled by smart people getting sucked into lies. Of course, that would never happen to any of us, right?

David StLouis

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I'm angry! Copied from a blog:

The United States, once the repository of truth and freedom preserving institutions, can betray all morality, all law, by intentionally attacking a girl’s school in Iran for children of Iranian Guards in order to demoralize the Iranian military force in hopes of reducing its ability to resist Israeli-American unprovoked aggression against the Iranian nation. Trump and Netanyahu opened their war by murdering 185 little girls.

Do governments so totally evil, so overflowing with self-righteousness and self-justification for their crimes against humanity as Washington and Israel have a right to exist? This is the question that is before us. Yet the entire world, including Putin and Xi, refuse to confront the question, preferring to defer to evil.

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Frank White

Nice propaganda hit. Any creditable third party verification? Any likelihood that school was intended as a human shield ala Hamas in Gaza? Seems Irianian military forces are targeted directly

.Let us remember Iranians during the Iran/Iraq war (1980-1988) used their own children to clear mine fields. Yes, those children became martyrs, so that was a noble thing. (sarcasm intended)

Fence Me In

My late mother liked to joke, “Glamorous cowboy occupation. Stacking hay and fixing fences”. In my teens I stacked many tons of hay and fixed fences, made fences, and cursed fences. This technology changes the fixing fence part.

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The downside might be the satellites going dark.

 Nothing new to those who read this blog, joining the Army filled me with anticipation. Drive a tank. Shoot Artillery.  Infantry; mortars and such. Nope, MOS 122 (later 12B) Combat Engineers. Stack sandbags and string nasty barb wire. If you have never worked with concertina wire, count yourself lucky.

Lithium

In previous posts, I reported a huge lithium brine deposit on University of Wyoming trust land. Could this process work?

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 What we are talking about. 

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The evaluation made after the find was the amount of lithium in the brine wasn’t high enough for economical viable extraction. Maybe a new evaluation is in order?

Dream on, Jon Caldera

He presents a case for independent audits of elections and the Secretary of State operations.

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 IMO, the (P)regressives are only interested in winning and to hell with what the voters want.

 Are they going to be deterred from their higher calling, their God complex, by any laws?

 Way Back Story

Not a car story; a trip down memory lane and why some customers are best lost to your competition.

Larry Lambert  (Virtual Mirage) recently posted about exploring places in Utah. During the 1970’s that was part of  my sales/installation territory for a modular and pre-fab operation out of Ogden, Utah.

Long ago and far away long distance phone calls were expensive. Companies could enroll in a WATS line (Wide Area Telephone Service) with unlimited one line long distance phone calls, in or out, but not both. Patience, this has a point.

The sales rep for our competitor in the area was Max Phelps. We were friends. Max started his sales career hauling around coffins in a pickup to isolated Utah and Arizona towns and ranches selling direct to consumers. This was a common practice at the time, especially among Fundamentalist Latter Day Saints families. I remember him telling a story of being up in an oxygen tent beside a hospital bed showing his prospect a catalog while the grieving family filled the room. Motivated customer!

 Mr. Blivet, with access to a WATS line, was the purchasing agent for a coal mine in Utah, who wanted to buy a modular house for himself. Among other demands, he insisted no dimension could exceed 1/8” out of spec. I politely told him we couldn’t meet his requirement and suggested he contact Max’s company. With unlimited WATS access, he was able to torture others. I didn’t want the hassle.

Fast forward a few months when Max and I were having lunch in a Kanab restaurant. I waited until he took a bite then asked, “How are you getting along with Mr. Blivet?”.

After choking, and taking a gulp of water, Max freely expressed himself on the subject of Mr. Blivet, with a sidebar directed at me.

Blivet: Two pounds of horseshit in a one pound bag.

As always, YMMV