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The Only Truth


Let's talk about Truth, it's Manner and Kind
I am sure there are ways you can find
to speak the unspoken, from mind to mind
Every secret is a Promise
Not every promise is a secret.
If you learn nothing else,
Learn how to keep it.
Now, get that out of your mind.
It's Water you fool.
The wedge that cracks
The hammer that grinds
Ha! It's the foundation of business
That is an agreement
Hands that are clasped
That's Trust, a firm contract.
It's Marriage my friend,
We must disagree.
That's me and my love,
Two as one, that's a "We"!
Nay, it's Parenting you say,
To lift them up and raise them higher, 
Not hold them down with selfish desires.
It is Philosophy, the cornerstone of the Greeks.
It's Therefore, logic leads to knowledge
And Because it is shared, strong are the meek.
Yes, it's the paradox of All, no mind can ever be alone.
If there is One, there must be Many.
And without the Many, there can be no One.

Full Fucking Jedi

I am so happy you stayed interested
And of course, apology accepted
And my equal reply
In full, in kind
Now let's see if I can't make good the investment
I'm going to give this a helluva try
cause if I'm even mostly right
There's lots to do
more than me and you
and I'm a fucking Jedi Knight!
The gap after the song was indeed a dramatic pause
I wanted to be clear, plus it's some of the best advice I ever got
When he was singin'
Keep their heads ringin'
And made a phone call, like it or not
Now, A phone call to you, is a party line to me
They wouldn't have believed, and they needed to see
A tail wag to you
Hi, I'm Andrew
and it doesn't get any more real than me
And now, Experiment successful! let's say twice
the third time was to show you what it was like
Mrs. look-you-in-the-eyes-when-I-do-it
He thought He could do it
Was the fourth time because of the fight?
And you already know I am not a witch
You just can't stop scratching that itch
Stop being so bold
You know you've been told
Now watch those stumbles Mitch
And I'm not trying to take down the man
It's more like Denny's, a real Country Slam
and Brother, t'was more than little chuckle
When I got to call ya all Hat and no Buckle
It really was good to finally see your fam
So many out there that I could mention
The little Tumblers attention
And a blush
for my Comic Crush
And the White Queen up in her mansion
This isn't a joke, it's gravely important
I love to laugh, but y'alls perspective is distorted
If this is real
do you really feel
That your satisfaction is to what it should be devoted?


For the dude whose head looks like a cue
And Dave the 8-ball that was with you
'"Hi guys", you heard that too right?'
Yeah, you heard right that night
And, you doubting Thomas bitches, so did I
Wait, Hold up there buddy, It smells a little Musky
Now I'm pretty sure that bet was for 2 big hunks of money
dunno if it was a Mil,
or was it Bill?
But that Saturday Night Live shit was funny
'And to take out the cast'
they say the best for last 😉

Moses Supposes His Toeses Are Roses Song

but always, always, always, make them laugh…
oh yeah,  I had to look back but it made me smile
You guys were the reason that she had to lie
So, thanks for the shower, Big Willie Style…

Sentry Drones (almost)

Killer robots are a mainstay of science fiction. But unlike teleportation and flying cars, they are something that we are likely to see within our lifetime. The only thing that’s stopping countries like the USA, South Korea, the UK, or France from deploying autonomous killing machine in the very near term is that they’re likely…

via Taking Killer Robots Seriously — Hackaday

Mathematics and Physics #1: Richard Feynman


Although the realm of Mathematics in Physics is vast, I wanted to start a series where I talk about famous physicists whose work involved a large quantity of mathematics, starting off with Richard Feynman.

Ever since reading his semi-autobiography ‘Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman!‘ I became fascinated with Feynman and his outlook on life. A charismatic man, he was a huge populariser of physics through both his books and lectures, for example, a 1959 talk on top-down nanotechnology called There’s Plenty of Room at the Bottom, and the three-volume publication of his undergraduate lectures, The Feynman Lectures on Physics.

Feynman was born in New York City in 1918, and studied at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) where he obtained his B.Sc. in 1939 and at Princeton University where he obtained his Ph.D in 1942. 

Feynman is most well known for his work in quantum mechanics, the theory of…

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Why I Don’t Hate Donald Trump, and why he should run as an independent.

EDIT: while I still agree with the ideals of my own post, I am regretting this massively. The reversion back to feudalism and elitism that Trump represents, the lies and misdirections to avoid his own responsibilities, while he drunkenly pretends to know how to be president, are a blight on this nation’s history. Over 180,000 dead as of this writing, and he could have prevented many of them. SHould have been an independent, ut the damage is done. If this is the future of the RNC, I cannot see a way I can be a part of that political party. The party of McConnell and Trump is very much against what this country was founded on. Separation of church and state, the right for an individual to choose what happens to their own body, and the fact that a high-earning middle class is what has always propelled this nation ahead, not one that struggles with every bill, thinks it is taxes that keeps their income down instead of the laws and political dealings the RNC and many of its members have made. Blaming democratic governors for not doing what Trump should have, and forgetting that many republican governors opened up early and tens of thousands died because of it. He is not my president, and he is pretty much a charlatan. But too many people who don’t understand what he is doing, but want to believe him are still doing so. And that is the scariest thing of all.


First of all let me say this: I am not a Trump supporter. I don’t believe in his rhetoric, and I sincerely hope he doesn’t win the election. But he illustrates what is great about our political process. The fact that a demagogue businessman who has a terrible record and no background in politics can run for President is exactly what makes America great. That racist, sexist, undereducated views are not only heard, but taken seriously. This is the entire logic behind voting, that everyone, even those who seem to be destructive abusive, and not even grasp the founding principles of this country get to have a voice. And right now, that voice is Donald Trump.

He gives voice to many that have no real representation. Disenfranchised voters, unwitting advocates of a fascist message one moment, and a leftist agenda the next. He gives these citizens of America a voice. By illustrating their frustrations and views with his blatant disregard for compunction, good taste, good sense and genuine leadership, he has garnered a following. A very loyal and devoted following. People do misinformed, uninformed or just plain morally corrupt that they have pledged their votes, and possibly their souls to his campaign. This is not only what makes America great, it’s why I say Trump should keep running, even if he loses the Republican nomination.

By giving these fine citizens of this great country such a spot on voice and platform, Donald Trump has become their voice. Doing this has a side-effect as well.  Donald Trump has a duty to keep running. If he doesn’t get the Republican nomination, he needs to run as an independent. These people won’t fall behind “Lyin’ Ted” and are not likely to go democrat. No, Donald Trump has a duty to give these people the voice they have pledged to, and the leadership they crave. I think he knows this. Only he can provide this to the people he represents, and the ideals he espouses and represents. Only he can do this. Only Donald Trump can give these people a voice to “save America”. He has said so himself. This isn’t a business venture like his Trump steaks that he can abandon whenever, these are real people who believe in his message and capability. By running as an Independent, he can truly be a unifier, across parties, across dates, across the world.

This is about honoring those who follow him, honoring why he started ruining in the first place, and above all, honoring those Americans who support him and make America great. His Obligation, duty, and implied contract with those followers requires it.

Mr. Trump, you must continue to run for president no matter what. While I do not support your message, I support your reasons, and the system in this country that gives you the right and responsibility to be the voice only you can be. Shine on as an example and voice to those troubled and jaded citizens who have thrown their unwavering wrong support behind you. Give thought to your responses, allow the Republicans to steal your nomination, they were against you anyway and you are beholden to none.

Donald Trump running for President is WHY America is great. Giving a voice to those who have none, and showing them that anyone can run, no matter what is what the political process is an out. A colored man is president, a woman may be, a Democratic Socialist might be, a fanatical religious zealot might be, and then there’s Trump, standing out as a beacon of sense to those who don’t brother to listen to his exact words built rely on their gut instinct to guide them. Keep adding fuel to that fire in their belly so your rocket can rush to the sky and shopper these people with the fireworks of your ascent Mr. Trump. This c pantry needs you to do so.

Whatever the outcome of this election, Donald Trump has made it historic. He has solidified his place in the annals of American politics and pop culture. By polarizing a nation and captivating their attention he has made this presidential primary more watched and involved than many actual presidential races of the past. Whatever you feel about Mr. Trump, he has definitely garnered a historic place, and he should continue, for the sake of the people who see him as a leader and their voice, he needs to continue, and the country, no, the World, needs him to continue. A 3-way race with Democrat, Republican, and Trump would be historic, fantastic, and an absolute fanfare of unprecedented political upheaval this country needs. Keep giving them your voice and leadership Mr. Trump, it is desperately needed in this world.

Again, not my voice, not my vote, but that is what is great about this country, everyone gets a voice. Don’t cut the throats of your followers by quitting Donald Trump. Give them a voice for the ages, and let them sing!

Forgotten Mathematicians: Indian Maths

From a sexy mathsbyagirl….


I decided to continue with my ‘Forgotten Mathematicians’ series with Indian mathematics.

Mathematics owes a huge debt to the extraordinary contributions given by Indian mathematicians over many hundreds of years, however there has been a reluctance to recognise this.

Vedic Period (between 1500 BC and 800 BC)

The earliest expression of mathematical understanding is linked with the origin of Hinduism as mathematics forms an important part of the Sulbasutras (appendices of the Vedas – the original Hindu scriptures). They contained geometrical knowledge showing a development in mathematics, although it was purely for practical religious purposes. Additionally, there is evidence of the use of arithmetic operations including square, cubes and roots.

The Sulbasutras were composed by Baudhayana (around 800 BC), Manava (about 750 BC). Apastamba (about 600 BC) and Katyayana (about 200 BC).

Before the end of this period – around the middle of the 3rd century BC – the Brahmi numerals began to…

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A fetus can’t “hold hands” with its twin

Another great post, thanks again Dr. Jen

Dr. Jen Gunter

The story is a sad one, a set of twins where one is not expected to survive due to complex anomalies. As the mother of a set of triplets where one did not survive I understand this kind of pain.

A couple in such a situation spoke with their local news about their ultrasound which they feels shows the twin who is not expected to live “holding hands” with the other. You can click on the above link if you want to see it in more detail.

I don’t feel it’s my role to directly promote the image, so if you want to see a larger version click on the link above or Google as many news sites don’t agree with me.

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A fetus is not capable of purposeful movement.

This is not holding hands as we know it.

The 2nd of my triplets kicked the 3rd one…

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A Historical Account

As an account based (meaning it is true) on real-life events. I only will change the names, or omit them, in order to just tell the story, not disparage anyone in particular. It needs to be told, if only to have my version out there, as no one has ever asked me for mine. A lot of assumptions have been made, social, legal, and otherwise. This is the only way to set things straight.

I raised a child. Not one I wanted. That may be cold to say, but it is true. You see, I only wanted a child with the love of my life, if at all. I never dreamed or imagined just having a child. Not to boost my ego, not to feel like a king, and not to make someone in my own image. And most importantly, not to have a child with someone I didn’t love. There’s a story about how this child that wasn’t mine became the child I was forced to raise, but that is another post, this is the story of how his mother and I came to meet, and how the engine got started on the railroad that stole years from me, and still continues to this day.

I used to visit a lot of people, for a variety of reasons, in my hometown. I once stopped by a friend’s house (shared rental, a couple of single moms lived there) and took a young girl for a ride n the back of my motorcycle. I would later regret being nice to that girl, but I am getting ahead of myself. You see, later, because of this encounter, we would be on a “friendly” level of familiarity, to the point of another friend of mine and I would utilize her and her friends as a “messaging service” when they were just standing on the street downtown. Realize, she was about  15. I truly thought I was doing a kind thing. I took a young girl on her first motorcycle ride, and, before texting, pagers, and much else, gave a small purpose that would keep some young girls in a small town from digressing into too much trouble. If there’s anyone who doubts those motives, I have learned that there’s nothing I can do to change that mindset. There are people who believe that all interactions between girls and boys are sexual in nature, and that will never change, at least not with me arguing. As a regular thing, we would leave messages for one another with those girls. He would tell them something for me, and when I was driving through town, I would stop, and say hi, and ask if there were any messages. My friend and I were 18 or 19. after a couple months of this, we somewhat stopped, as the usefulness of it ran out, and our lives kept us out of the downtown area more. Until late November-early December, when I did something nice that would become something of a regret.

I was driving through the small town I lived in, it was a one-street town and has since become a two-street town, when I saw one of the young girls walking on the sidewalk. It was about 9 or 10 pm, dark, and frosty out. Not a lot of snow in those parts, but still chilly temperatures. She was wearing only stretch pants, what looked like a thin hoodie and thin jacket, and was walking alone. Not knowing where she lived, and being the kind person I like to believe myself to be, I pulled over and asked if she needed a ride home, instead of walking home in the cold. Now, I had no intentions of anything else. To be bluntly honest, let’s just say she was, and still is, far from what I consider an attractive woman to be. I had been spending time with other people I was attracted to, but not been with. The reasons for that is another post, and story, entirely, one I may never tell in its entirety. When this young girl, we were both young, but I was definitely the elder, told me she didn’t live far. I offered to drive her around a little bit so she could get warm before going home, as she was shivering noticeably. I drove approximately 2-3 miles. A nice little loop just barely out of town. SHe and I talked while we drove, not about anything in particular, She even asked me if I wanted anything for doing this favor. I replied, with a laugh, “You mean something like, ‘this car runs on ass, not gas, so put out or get out’?”. I laughed a bit more before answering, “No, I’m not like that, you don’t owe me anything for this”. After a couple more miles, the entire loop was approximately 7 miles round trip, about 10 minutes, enough to get someone warm with the heater on high, she grabbed my hand, pulled it into her crotch while saying, “I have a hole here…” and pulled my hand into what was indeed a hole in her pants. Let it be said that at this time I was involved with Ecstasy and Meth. And a LOT of weed. I broke what had been a long battle of willpower. I never have been much of a promiscuous man. I gave in. Whatever alignment of the stars that happened, I attribute it to the fact that I was mostly thinking of someone else during this ride, someone I was VERY attracted to, and I pulled over. Now mind you, to this day, it remains the only time I have ever had sex without taking off a single article of clothing. I never finished. I lost my erection quite quickly, made some excuse to the effect of, “That was the quickest ever…” and redid my pants, found myself filling with regret, and got back to driving the girl home. It was all very short-lived, and I hoped I would be able to forget all about it, which I did, until some years later when I was served with a paternity suit from the state. I was the last person named on it that hadn’t been tested. Not even a one-night stand. I found out many years later that pre-ejaculate has only 0.4% chance of impregnation, and that is only if there was a previous ejaculation within 72 hours. And that is a sliding scale, as sperm do not die off all at once. I can’t provide any proof it had been much longer for me, but it was more like 6 weeks. In case the divergent “proof” isn’t clear right now, I eventually had 2 very strong kinds of scientific evidence, one was a DNA paternity test, the other was clinical evidence of impossible impregnation. Only one of those pieces of evidence was dependent on human error, and that was the DNA test. People don’t determine the longevity of sperm once they’ve left the testes, and without viable sperm, there can be no fertilization. That left only one possibility, one I didn’t realize until much later, because I had indeed, forgotten all about the incident, until it came back to rear its ugly head. By the time I remembered the details (I was sober & clean quite shortly after the incident, for other reasons) I had already been given a summary judgement, and had a parenting plan on file with the courts. And a young boy calling me dad. A child I never wanted, but had in front of me. So I did the best I could. I do have an apology to that young boy, I was never completely in that parenting 100%. I hope I didn’t do him a disservice. I did the best I was able to give him a “normal” parent, and be a good dad. But, I always looked to that light at the end of the tunnel that was his 18th birthday. For better or worse, good or indifferent, that is true. I am a dad, and, I am not. I have no children, but I raised one. I  want children with the love of my life, I hope I find her before too long. and I am scarred.

To the wonderful, honorable, and intelligent young man that came out of that mess, I am sorry I couldn’t be more of what you wanted. I hope I was what you needed. I am proud of who you are. There may never be a storybook ending, but you have the integrity to live a good life, and it is yours to choose. Work hard, don’t give up. I tried to teach you that first off, when you finally chopped that single round of pine. You are a good man. Live that truth.

I’m sorry I couldn’t be more for you, but I must find my happiness, and live my life. I hope you understand. When it is all said and done, for a little while in this big world, I was a dad, and you were a wonderful son.