Well, not quite, but it has been a couple of months.
Why the big time gap?
Basically, I became annoyed by how this site would unpredictably alternate between my not needing or my needing the password to gain access to this bloggy kingdom and all of the wealth riches that go along with it.
So, I often felt like not even bothering to conjure-up yet another new password since I'd forgotten the last one.
So, of course, when I felt in a rare mood and decided to roll the dice and try to access this account to blog away, I wasn't even asked for the password.
Word, homie.
First, about riding on the Pachaug loop on the WR-250FP:
I started my weekend habit back up a month ago, and so far, ground conditions and the weather have been quite good.
Two of the rides were cloudy (good) and two were sunny (bad for me), but all-in-all, the rides were anywhere from good to great, so I'm not complaining.
I need a new rear tire badly, and I'll probably mount-up a new M22 before the next ride on Sunday.
The front sprocket teeth are getting thin, and I'll probably change that at the same time as well as disassemble the rear suspension linkage and swingarm pivot for another greasing of those parts.
Important stuff that you can't neglect, lest you go in there to not maintain a high level of lubrication and cleanliness, but to actually remove and replace damaged parts your lazy ass failed to maintain in the first place.
That's not my style.
Overall, the bike is feeling good.
New tires (or, at least a new rear, although the front is worn, too) will only make it better.
Now, a couple points having to do with other big things in life:
The recent gun control political scam.
That's right:
SCAM.
That's all today's politics boils down to:
One big scam.
We're supposed to believe that we are electing people to go to Washington DC to do things for the benefit of the people of the USA (good), where in reality, it's more about these guys being self-serving, crooked, corrupt, dishonest, and not caring what happens to you and me as long as their lofty lifestyle is not compromised.
They've sold out, in other words, and have traded honesty and doing the right thing according to the Constitution of the United Stated of America for wealth, a position of lofty status among their also-lofty peers, and, pretty much, a sense of being better than the people they see as being below them.
What applies to you and me doesn't apply to them, in other words.
They're special.
Who says?
They do.
The shit they're pulling is using these intentionally-done events like the Sandy Hook shooting and the Boston Marathon bombing to be able to point their fingers at what happened and say:
"See? We need more gun control laws and everyone is a suspect terrorist."
It's all a scam, and the goal is the complete disarming of the people of the United States of America, as per the treaties these guys have signed to be on board with their bosses, the guys who run the United Nation, the front group for the wealthy and powerful men of the world who REALLY believe they're a lot better than you are.
These guys are into the Luciferian philosophy, after all, where the belief is that man, through the use of his superior intellect, shall evolve to the point that he, himself, conquers the Earth, conquers nature, and becomes god (and that's god with a lower case g).
You can't get any more conceited and big-headed than that, and that's the caliber of characters we're dealing with on this stuff.
They see themselves as being superior to all others on the planet, feel they have the right to do such things because it suits them, and if it hurts you...oh, well.
They believe in no God like you read about in the Bible or learn about in church - they, themselves, are god as far as they're concerned.
So, with no belief in God, they fear no retribution or punishment from God if they pull bad shit on you in order to make things better for them.
There's nothing keeping them in check.
There's nothing stopping them.
They're Godless.
So, if our Washington DC politicians have sold out for money and status, take orders from their bosses at the UN who aim to bring the whole world under their brand of a one world government and economy, plan on using conjured-up shootings and bombings to use as a cheap excuse (no matter who gets killed in the process, as long as it's not them) to push their lies, take your weapons away to remove your ability to defend against what they want to bring down upon you, throw the Constitution for the United States of America in the trash, and want to bring the world under their vision of some utopia that suits them, what does that mean for us?
Use your head.
Believe in your instinct and gut feeling that, yes, there ARE people in high places that will do you wrong.
Do you wrong because it suits them as they see themselves as being much better than you are and what really matters is what they want.
Knowing is half the battle.
-John
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
418 Days Until Warm Weather Comes
Actually, we're over half way through winter according to the calendar (this week will be two-thirds, in fact), but that's what it sometime feels like.
Winter sucks when it's cold.
I need to move to a part of the country where winter doesn't feel like winter.
I haven't posted in about six weeks, mainly because I hate how this stupid blog/google/who-ever-the-hell-actually-owns-and-runs-the-place keeps asking me to log in with a password that I can't remember.
You might think I'm joking, but I'm not because it wasn't like that until a few months ago.
I used to be able to enter my friggin' password once, and then I could set it to automatically remember me whenever I came back for more bloggy fun.
Not now, though.
So, since I got sick of having to make yet ANOTHER new password, I decided to hold off on posting until I some day decided I wasn't too sick of it.
Today is that day.
See how such a dumb and insignificant thing can be made into such a big deal when put into printed words?
See how it can take-up space?
I bet there are people working for the bad guys that make a career out of doing just that.
I should get a job writing stuff for some political movement.
Not a political bowel movement, though - I mean working for the good guys that want to abide by the Constitution of the United States of America.
Remember that thing?
The thing that, when followed, allows you the freedom to do whatever you want, as long as you're not bothering anybody else while doing it and not doing anything unlawful according to the Constitution of the United States of America.
The WR-250FP has been sitting here since the last ride on December 23, 2012 - nearly two months ago.
At least it's all cleaned and well-lubricated (I wouldn't have it any other way), and it's literally ready for the next ride, whenever that is.
Next month?
We'll have to wait and see.
I expect a period of having to allow the frozen ground to thaw and go from soggy mud to reasonably firm ground, something that usually takes two or three weeks of warm-enough weather.
In past years where we have a normal winter (and that means it gets cold enough long enough to freeze the ground), we have ground still in the process of going from frozen to soft-'n-gooey mud to normal in the first half of April.
Bummer just thinking about it.
But, with each day the sun sets a minute later than the last (it's up to 5:25pm, now), and as each day ticks off the calendar, we inch a bit close to decent weather.
See?
Another paragraph blabbering about stuff that is so ordinary, it should make your teeth bleed.
Imagine how many words could be covered with some sneaky bureaucratic type typing propaganda intended to intimidate you about paying your income tax, lest you end-up like Al Capone did for tax evasion.
All my life, I heard that Capone landed in jail from income tax evasion.
Being more specific, it was actually from not paying a tax on booze he brought in from Canada, which was a lawful tax.
Did you know this?
Funny how you don't read that so easily.
My shoulder is coming along pretty well, although I can still feel the effects of falling on it on the last ride nearly two months ago.
I have about 99% of my normal range of motion and some minor pain at the extremes of it, but it's miles better than it was a day after it happened.
By the time the first ride of the season comes, I believe I'll be able to ride the bike in a reasonable fashion, although I'll be cautious because it still feels like it's on the mend.
Maybe by July, it will be back to normal, eh?
Still going on motorcycle forums and message boards, as usual, and still reading a lot of stuff that I simply cannot agree with, as well as the usual questions and comments coming from somebody that makes it sound like they either started riding yesterday, or haven't learned anything after supposedly years of doing it.
Great.
Go ahead and wreck your bike.
It gives me something to read while winter passes. :)
Today it's windy with a temperature of about 25-ish degrees.
I think I'll go out for a walk along part of the ol' Pachaug enduro loop for a bit of exercise and to just get out of the house.
I did my chores for the day of laundry and sewing a button back onto one of my work pants.
Actually, they're work-or-whatever-else pants. ;)
-John
Winter sucks when it's cold.
I need to move to a part of the country where winter doesn't feel like winter.
I haven't posted in about six weeks, mainly because I hate how this stupid blog/google/who-ever-the-hell-actually-owns-and-runs-the-place keeps asking me to log in with a password that I can't remember.
You might think I'm joking, but I'm not because it wasn't like that until a few months ago.
I used to be able to enter my friggin' password once, and then I could set it to automatically remember me whenever I came back for more bloggy fun.
Not now, though.
So, since I got sick of having to make yet ANOTHER new password, I decided to hold off on posting until I some day decided I wasn't too sick of it.
Today is that day.
See how such a dumb and insignificant thing can be made into such a big deal when put into printed words?
See how it can take-up space?
I bet there are people working for the bad guys that make a career out of doing just that.
I should get a job writing stuff for some political movement.
Not a political bowel movement, though - I mean working for the good guys that want to abide by the Constitution of the United States of America.
Remember that thing?
The thing that, when followed, allows you the freedom to do whatever you want, as long as you're not bothering anybody else while doing it and not doing anything unlawful according to the Constitution of the United States of America.
The WR-250FP has been sitting here since the last ride on December 23, 2012 - nearly two months ago.
At least it's all cleaned and well-lubricated (I wouldn't have it any other way), and it's literally ready for the next ride, whenever that is.
Next month?
We'll have to wait and see.
I expect a period of having to allow the frozen ground to thaw and go from soggy mud to reasonably firm ground, something that usually takes two or three weeks of warm-enough weather.
In past years where we have a normal winter (and that means it gets cold enough long enough to freeze the ground), we have ground still in the process of going from frozen to soft-'n-gooey mud to normal in the first half of April.
Bummer just thinking about it.
But, with each day the sun sets a minute later than the last (it's up to 5:25pm, now), and as each day ticks off the calendar, we inch a bit close to decent weather.
See?
Another paragraph blabbering about stuff that is so ordinary, it should make your teeth bleed.
Imagine how many words could be covered with some sneaky bureaucratic type typing propaganda intended to intimidate you about paying your income tax, lest you end-up like Al Capone did for tax evasion.
All my life, I heard that Capone landed in jail from income tax evasion.
Being more specific, it was actually from not paying a tax on booze he brought in from Canada, which was a lawful tax.
Did you know this?
Funny how you don't read that so easily.
My shoulder is coming along pretty well, although I can still feel the effects of falling on it on the last ride nearly two months ago.
I have about 99% of my normal range of motion and some minor pain at the extremes of it, but it's miles better than it was a day after it happened.
By the time the first ride of the season comes, I believe I'll be able to ride the bike in a reasonable fashion, although I'll be cautious because it still feels like it's on the mend.
Maybe by July, it will be back to normal, eh?
Still going on motorcycle forums and message boards, as usual, and still reading a lot of stuff that I simply cannot agree with, as well as the usual questions and comments coming from somebody that makes it sound like they either started riding yesterday, or haven't learned anything after supposedly years of doing it.
Great.
Go ahead and wreck your bike.
It gives me something to read while winter passes. :)
Today it's windy with a temperature of about 25-ish degrees.
I think I'll go out for a walk along part of the ol' Pachaug enduro loop for a bit of exercise and to just get out of the house.
I did my chores for the day of laundry and sewing a button back onto one of my work pants.
Actually, they're work-or-whatever-else pants. ;)
-John
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
417 Feet of Snow
I'm now wondering what the next great prophecy is supposed to be.
Hopefully, it has a lot to do with some good dirt bike riding, goddammit.
So far, it looks like this winter ain't gonna' be an above-normal one, temperature- and weather-wise, like last year's was.
We got about 8 inches of snow Saturday evening, and the temps outside for today and the next two days is for below normal.
I don't care for snow and cold weather, and I don't like my main interaction with the ol' WR-250FP to be my walking by, stopping, and squeezing the clutch lever as the bike sits parked on a stand.
If I had about $500 to spare and didn't need to buy another barrel of overpriced fuel oil for heat inside the house, I'd like to try a set of winter tires that come with those carbide-tipped friction spikes sticking out of them.
That is very tempting, indeed.
My tender shoulder is healing well and feels much better than it did 10 days ago.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
416 Rocky Trails
This past Sunday's Pachaug rock pile ride was decent up until the last 1.5 miles of it, when I fell and landed on my left shoulder.
Ouch.
That's not me in the above pic.
Sunday's ride was shaping-up to be half-way decent.
Although the temps were seemingly not too shabby for December 23, once out on the trails I saw that there was, in fact, some thin ice to be wary of on the numerous standing water puddles left by Friday's rain.
So, I just took it slow and easy around those parts and carried on with an air of caution in my mind.
The bike felt pretty good, as I did, and other than the standing water with thin ice over parts of it, the trail conditions and weather were decent.
One of the hazards of the ol' Pachaug enduro loop is that 4x4 trucks and Jeeps and all sorts of ATVs will go out on parts of it because these guys are looking to have some off-road fun, too.
These are two problems with that, though:
1) They're not legally allowed out there to begin with.
2) They tend to kick rocks that are either on the side of the trail into the middle of it, or stand up rocks that used to be laying flat, and this makes for a more risky ride when it's at it's worst.
While riding back toward the official start/finish gravel lot of the Pachaug loop, there is a neat little natural terrain jump where the trail (more like a rough and rocky gravel road wide enough for a 4x4 truck) suddenly drops down.
At the top of this drop, there is a conveniently-placed rock sticking up out of the ground a couple of inches, and if you hit this fast enough it is perfect for catching some air, jumping off the ground for a distance, and landing toward the bottom of this drop-off.
I do exactly this every time I ride past there, and over the course of over three years of steady Pachaug loop riding, that's a whole lot of jumps.
This time, I got bit by one of those rocks that used to be pushed off to the side of the trail but found it's way back into the line used by dirt bike riders like me.
These rocks blend-in with the terrain, too.
When I landed from the jump, I got on the front brake to slow for the next puddle of water spanning the width of the trail, and a split second after hitting the brake is when I plowed right into the rock with my front wheel without even realizing it was there.
This is probably my most-feared kind of crash on a dirt bike and one I'm always on the look-out for - hitting something with my front wheel that I didn't see coming and losing the front end and going down.
That's what happened, as the front end suddenly darted to the right and I suddenly fell onto the ground with my left shoulder leading the way.
I got up, inspected myself and the WR-250FP, and thank God there was no serious damage to either.
In fact, all the bike got out of it were some scratches in the plastic bodywork and a bent chain guide cover (that I can repair and continue to use).
The handlebars don't even appear to be bent and the grip on the left side is OK, so, the bike came out of it pretty well, all-in-all.
For me, my shoulder, which took the fall for the most part, was functioning fine for the next couple of hours after the crash (I washed my bike without trouble immediately after the ride was done, as usual) without pain or lack of range of motion or anything abnormal.
After home and relaxing, as expected, it tightened-up and became sore.
The next morning, I couldn't raise my arm very high or hold it out level with the ground.
It's now Wednesday morning (merry post Christmas!), and, thank God, I can see and feel the improvements each morning in reduced pain and more range of motion coming back with the passing of 2-and-a-half days time.
With any luck, I'll be OK in another week or so.
If I had to guess at mid-week, I'll probably pass on riding this coming weekend, unless some kind of minor miracle happens before then.
I really don't want to go back out too soon, so giving it time is the smart money, I think.
-John
Sunday, December 23, 2012
415 Cavities in Your Teeth
Sounds like you need to brush more.
What made me think of a dentist is some stupid news story I saw posted on a message board.
Some 50-something male dentist had to fire his supposedly "too hard to resist" 32-or-so years old "blonde hottie" of an assistant of 10 years because the dentist's wife, who also works in the same dental office, caught-on to their secret text messages and wanted to nip any kind of blossoming affair in the bud.
So, the wife demanded he fire this "too hot" assistant, and now, after some legal battle, some Iowa court ruled that the dentist was within the law in doing so.
This seems, to me, like some kind of National Enquirer- type of story that is along the lines of a soap opera on printed paper.
Personally, I could see this happening at any time, in any country, at any point in history you care to point-out.
Just what is so new and news-worthy about some 50-year-old of an aging man getting a stiffie at work every day when he sees his "irresistible" assistant bending over to pick up some dropped files or leaning over a patient with one-too-many buttons undone, and then having the "real boss" wife get in the way and kick the younger girl out?
Huh?
That's news?
Some younger girl wearing tight clothes at the work place so a man can check-out her body is something new?
I can see that at the two local Post Offices around here or at a couple of local supermarkets, people.
Free of charge.
And, the old wife says something about it only 10 years after the younger girl came along?
Dang.
So, that's why the express checkout lane at the supermarket has so many middle-aged guys in it buying more small items than they really need. ;)
No, what would be the proper thing to do would be to print the WHOLE story about how the old hag wife was tired of the threesomes they would frequently have after hours and she demanded her dental husband get rid of the same-ol', same-'ol and get some new thighs-and-blood into the office and break her in right.
Think it can't happen?
Boy, have you been living under an Ohbummerscare rock, Bucky Beaver.
I think you need to go to the dentist for a tooth polishing.
Today is Sunday, and it's time to head-out for another Pachaug enduro loop ride on the ol' WR-250FP.
The weather is actually better than forecast because it didn't dip below freezing last night as predicted, and the high temp for today is supposedly to reach 41 degrees.
I expect more standing water than usual due to heavy rain we had on Friday, but I can live with that easier than an icy patch covered with leaves.
My rear tire is still the same ol' worn one, but, I'm on a pay cut budget.
This is the longest I've run the same rear tire since my teenager days.
I'm off,
-John
What made me think of a dentist is some stupid news story I saw posted on a message board.
Some 50-something male dentist had to fire his supposedly "too hard to resist" 32-or-so years old "blonde hottie" of an assistant of 10 years because the dentist's wife, who also works in the same dental office, caught-on to their secret text messages and wanted to nip any kind of blossoming affair in the bud.
So, the wife demanded he fire this "too hot" assistant, and now, after some legal battle, some Iowa court ruled that the dentist was within the law in doing so.
This seems, to me, like some kind of National Enquirer- type of story that is along the lines of a soap opera on printed paper.
Personally, I could see this happening at any time, in any country, at any point in history you care to point-out.
Just what is so new and news-worthy about some 50-year-old of an aging man getting a stiffie at work every day when he sees his "irresistible" assistant bending over to pick up some dropped files or leaning over a patient with one-too-many buttons undone, and then having the "real boss" wife get in the way and kick the younger girl out?
Huh?
That's news?
Some younger girl wearing tight clothes at the work place so a man can check-out her body is something new?
I can see that at the two local Post Offices around here or at a couple of local supermarkets, people.
Free of charge.
And, the old wife says something about it only 10 years after the younger girl came along?
Dang.
So, that's why the express checkout lane at the supermarket has so many middle-aged guys in it buying more small items than they really need. ;)
No, what would be the proper thing to do would be to print the WHOLE story about how the old hag wife was tired of the threesomes they would frequently have after hours and she demanded her dental husband get rid of the same-ol', same-'ol and get some new thighs-and-blood into the office and break her in right.
Think it can't happen?
Boy, have you been living under an Ohbummerscare rock, Bucky Beaver.
I think you need to go to the dentist for a tooth polishing.
Today is Sunday, and it's time to head-out for another Pachaug enduro loop ride on the ol' WR-250FP.
The weather is actually better than forecast because it didn't dip below freezing last night as predicted, and the high temp for today is supposedly to reach 41 degrees.
I expect more standing water than usual due to heavy rain we had on Friday, but I can live with that easier than an icy patch covered with leaves.
My rear tire is still the same ol' worn one, but, I'm on a pay cut budget.
This is the longest I've run the same rear tire since my teenager days.
I'm off,
-John
Monday, December 17, 2012
414 Funny Words
I went on yet another Pachaug rock n' roll pile ride yesterday (Sunday), and was actually able to sneak it in before it started to rain, for the most part, anyway.
It did drizzle a bit for a few minutes at about the 3/4 mark, but that was doable.
The ride was surprisingly good, actually, and I put that down to feeling good, having the suspension balance set-up as well as I can make it, and just getting with the program, twisting the throttle, and not worrying so much about the front fork's shortcomings out on the trail.
As you have read with the WR-250FP, it's a great bike for the Pachaug loop, the only fly in the ointment is that the fork performance is not good over those sharp, square-edged bumps that litter the trails around here.
Now, with the thin, custom-blended 2.7 wt fork oil, it has zoomed all the way up to acceptable in that dept., so, for now, that's not a big issue for me.
Hence, that's why I can finally get on with enjoying the bike like I'm supposed to be able to.
There were some frozen-and-in-the-process-of-thawing-out sections that I was cautious over, and I suppose they got that way after some rain earlier last week and then froze over a couple of below-freezing nights.
Seems the rain resulted in a few runoff sections that froze and were still a nuisance out there.
No crashing, luckily, although the leaves covering the ground did camouflage them well.
My rear tire is growing more and more worn with each ride, so it's certainly not getting better.
Being on a budget sucks as far as that goes.
On another funny note, I just read a post on a message board where a guy is looking for some kind of advice or guidance over his recently-acquired new-to-him dirt bike.
The guy has little dirt bike experience, is 35 years old, is 6' 1", and 200 pounds.
His wife bought him (as a present) a 2006 KTM-250SXF, the KTM version of a Yamaha YZ-250F motocross bike.
The guy is complaining about how tall and big the bike seems for him, and that having to kickstart it is a tiring drag-and-a-half.
No kidding.
My feelings are that if this guy is being serious, he needs a shorter bike with electric start like a Yamaha TT-R230 or Honda CRF-230F.
They won't have the outright performance of his KTM-250SXF, but, at least he'll more than likely be able to ride it and start it.
I also feel that, if he really want to learn how to ride and give himself a much-needed wake-up call, he should go riding with a 16-year-old kid (a girl would be best) who knows what they're doing and see with his own eyes how much of a wimp he sounds like.
Goddammit, son, you're over 6 feet tall, 200 pounds, and you feel that bike of yours is too big?
Comical, really, as I wonder what he thinks a dirt bike should be built like.
I really wonder if the guy actually WANTS to learn how to ride and if he should even be on a dirt bike to start with.
-John
It did drizzle a bit for a few minutes at about the 3/4 mark, but that was doable.
The ride was surprisingly good, actually, and I put that down to feeling good, having the suspension balance set-up as well as I can make it, and just getting with the program, twisting the throttle, and not worrying so much about the front fork's shortcomings out on the trail.
As you have read with the WR-250FP, it's a great bike for the Pachaug loop, the only fly in the ointment is that the fork performance is not good over those sharp, square-edged bumps that litter the trails around here.
Now, with the thin, custom-blended 2.7 wt fork oil, it has zoomed all the way up to acceptable in that dept., so, for now, that's not a big issue for me.
Hence, that's why I can finally get on with enjoying the bike like I'm supposed to be able to.
There were some frozen-and-in-the-process-of-thawing-out sections that I was cautious over, and I suppose they got that way after some rain earlier last week and then froze over a couple of below-freezing nights.
Seems the rain resulted in a few runoff sections that froze and were still a nuisance out there.
No crashing, luckily, although the leaves covering the ground did camouflage them well.
My rear tire is growing more and more worn with each ride, so it's certainly not getting better.
Being on a budget sucks as far as that goes.
On another funny note, I just read a post on a message board where a guy is looking for some kind of advice or guidance over his recently-acquired new-to-him dirt bike.
The guy has little dirt bike experience, is 35 years old, is 6' 1", and 200 pounds.
His wife bought him (as a present) a 2006 KTM-250SXF, the KTM version of a Yamaha YZ-250F motocross bike.
The guy is complaining about how tall and big the bike seems for him, and that having to kickstart it is a tiring drag-and-a-half.
No kidding.
My feelings are that if this guy is being serious, he needs a shorter bike with electric start like a Yamaha TT-R230 or Honda CRF-230F.
They won't have the outright performance of his KTM-250SXF, but, at least he'll more than likely be able to ride it and start it.
I also feel that, if he really want to learn how to ride and give himself a much-needed wake-up call, he should go riding with a 16-year-old kid (a girl would be best) who knows what they're doing and see with his own eyes how much of a wimp he sounds like.
Goddammit, son, you're over 6 feet tall, 200 pounds, and you feel that bike of yours is too big?
Comical, really, as I wonder what he thinks a dirt bike should be built like.
I really wonder if the guy actually WANTS to learn how to ride and if he should even be on a dirt bike to start with.
-John
Saturday, December 15, 2012
413: How Things Really Work, You Jerk
It's Saturday evening, and the weather forecast for a Pachaug enduro loop ride tomorrow looks iffy at best.
I'll have to make final judgement when I awake tomorrow at the crack of dawn.
Actually, before dawn since this time of year sunrise is at about 7:05 am.
God, why so late?
Well, Bucky Beaver, you buck-toothed imbecile, allow some knowledge of the hard facts of:
How Things Really Work, You Jerk to permeate that thick skull of yours, would you?
The reason the sun rises so late and sets so early in December has to do with the 23.4 degree tilt of the Earth's axis, and that tilt plays a part on when the sun rises and sets - and where on the horizon it does this and the position of the arc it traces across the sky - as the Earth makes a trip around the sun over the course of a year.
Yeah, a year, the thing they call a 365-day time span.
Remember?
The tilt of the Earth also has everything to do with one of the great scams put across to people on the very same planet Earth:
The supposed depletion of the ozone layer and how man is making the "ozone hole" bigger and bigger, eventually to lead to destruction of the planet unless we all come together and fight this threat.
Remember that one?
Back in the 1980s, you'd swear we wouldn't see the end of the decade and all of the neon-colored disco clothing that came with it, eh?
Remember MC Hammer and his parachute pants?
Can't touch this!
Good thing, as I'd rather not.
That's right, Bucky, it's another scam dreamt-up by men that believe they are so much better than and brighter than and craftier than and slipperier than you, men who believe they can bullshit you into believing you're wrecking the fragile planet, and it's up to them and their like-minded groups of other slippery and crafty men with the initials U.N. to come up with the "solution" that will make this non-existent problem all better.
Just like when mommy used to put hydrogen peroxide on your scraped knee, blow in it so it wouldn't burn so much, and then put a band aid over it as she patted you on the head.
She should have kicked you in the balls while she was at it, too, and here's why, dipshit:
The ozone way up there in the stratosphere is not what protects the Earth and all of us from the sun's radiation, such as the ultraviolet rays (UV).
That's right.
All of the bullshit we have been told was a big fatty.
It is actually the Earth's oxygen up there that does this protecting, not the ozone, and the supposed ozone layer and this supposed growing ozone hole bullshit scam does not protect us, unless you like getting high off sniffing ozone.
When UV rays from the sun come careening into the Earth's atmosphere, they strike molecules of the oxygen we breathe.
These molecules are composed of 2 atoms of oxygen stuck together because they like being together.
However, when struck with the intense radiation of the sun, the 2 oxygen atoms get broken apart, making them two individual atoms.
These individual atoms are called ions, and they would rather not be all by themselves for very long.
So, they simply become attached to the other oxygen molecules near by, and since those oxygen molecules were already composed of 2 oxygen atoms, this attachment of the third now makes the molecule the stuff called ozone.
Ozone = 3 oxygen atoms stuck together.
It is this reaction - the UV rays breaking apart the 2 oxygen atoms - that protects us, as the energy of the UV rays needed to cause this reaction is used to heat the atmosphere by making all of those molecules move real fast instead of reaching us and frying your ugly face.
Wait, that might be an improvement.
Heating of the atmosphere, in other words, because if you remember your 3rd grade science books, you dropout, heat is defined by how fast molecular motion is - the faster the motion, the hotter something becomes.
The terrible ozone holes only occur at the poles.
Right?
Why the hell is that, if we're all doing our best to destroy it at parts of the world other than the poles?
Who lives at the poles?
Well, Bucky, if you recall the 23.4 degree tilt of the Earth's axis, you might be able to strain your brain and picture it in your little mind.
When the Earth's north pole is tilted away from the sun in winter, the sun's UV rays strike at such an angle, you won't get the chemical reaction required to break apart the 2 oxygen atoms and make ozone.
Simple as that.
Now, how do you feel?
-John
I'll have to make final judgement when I awake tomorrow at the crack of dawn.
Actually, before dawn since this time of year sunrise is at about 7:05 am.
God, why so late?
Well, Bucky Beaver, you buck-toothed imbecile, allow some knowledge of the hard facts of:
How Things Really Work, You Jerk to permeate that thick skull of yours, would you?
The reason the sun rises so late and sets so early in December has to do with the 23.4 degree tilt of the Earth's axis, and that tilt plays a part on when the sun rises and sets - and where on the horizon it does this and the position of the arc it traces across the sky - as the Earth makes a trip around the sun over the course of a year.
Yeah, a year, the thing they call a 365-day time span.
Remember?
The tilt of the Earth also has everything to do with one of the great scams put across to people on the very same planet Earth:
The supposed depletion of the ozone layer and how man is making the "ozone hole" bigger and bigger, eventually to lead to destruction of the planet unless we all come together and fight this threat.
Remember that one?
Back in the 1980s, you'd swear we wouldn't see the end of the decade and all of the neon-colored disco clothing that came with it, eh?
Remember MC Hammer and his parachute pants?
Can't touch this!
Good thing, as I'd rather not.
That's right, Bucky, it's another scam dreamt-up by men that believe they are so much better than and brighter than and craftier than and slipperier than you, men who believe they can bullshit you into believing you're wrecking the fragile planet, and it's up to them and their like-minded groups of other slippery and crafty men with the initials U.N. to come up with the "solution" that will make this non-existent problem all better.
Just like when mommy used to put hydrogen peroxide on your scraped knee, blow in it so it wouldn't burn so much, and then put a band aid over it as she patted you on the head.
She should have kicked you in the balls while she was at it, too, and here's why, dipshit:
The ozone way up there in the stratosphere is not what protects the Earth and all of us from the sun's radiation, such as the ultraviolet rays (UV).
That's right.
All of the bullshit we have been told was a big fatty.
It is actually the Earth's oxygen up there that does this protecting, not the ozone, and the supposed ozone layer and this supposed growing ozone hole bullshit scam does not protect us, unless you like getting high off sniffing ozone.
When UV rays from the sun come careening into the Earth's atmosphere, they strike molecules of the oxygen we breathe.
These molecules are composed of 2 atoms of oxygen stuck together because they like being together.
However, when struck with the intense radiation of the sun, the 2 oxygen atoms get broken apart, making them two individual atoms.
These individual atoms are called ions, and they would rather not be all by themselves for very long.
So, they simply become attached to the other oxygen molecules near by, and since those oxygen molecules were already composed of 2 oxygen atoms, this attachment of the third now makes the molecule the stuff called ozone.
Ozone = 3 oxygen atoms stuck together.
It is this reaction - the UV rays breaking apart the 2 oxygen atoms - that protects us, as the energy of the UV rays needed to cause this reaction is used to heat the atmosphere by making all of those molecules move real fast instead of reaching us and frying your ugly face.
Wait, that might be an improvement.
Heating of the atmosphere, in other words, because if you remember your 3rd grade science books, you dropout, heat is defined by how fast molecular motion is - the faster the motion, the hotter something becomes.
The terrible ozone holes only occur at the poles.
Right?
Why the hell is that, if we're all doing our best to destroy it at parts of the world other than the poles?
Who lives at the poles?
Well, Bucky, if you recall the 23.4 degree tilt of the Earth's axis, you might be able to strain your brain and picture it in your little mind.
When the Earth's north pole is tilted away from the sun in winter, the sun's UV rays strike at such an angle, you won't get the chemical reaction required to break apart the 2 oxygen atoms and make ozone.
Simple as that.
Now, how do you feel?
-John
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