Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Called It

Grand Minimum. A Maunder minimum involves a reduction in sunspots. This is the absence of sunspots altogether. A Grand Minimum. Interesting times.

Nobody likes it when the village idiot calls it before anybody else. I called it in 2004. A Grand Minimum. Maybe Snowball Earth. It's a barrel of monkeys for sure.

We have not wavered on this site in 15 years. The rest of the world just started to catch up.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

The Navy Is As Obsolete As Wooden Washboards

The U.S.S. Zumwalt needs to be towed from the Panama Canal after this super boondoogle "next-gen" ship almost falls apart simply trying to move around.

World's largest piece of floating scrap metal needs to be towed away

Engine just blew up attempting something tricky ... like a turn

4 Billion dollar coral reef starter

... held together by bluetack, gaffer tape and bubble gum. Flooded with seawater internally in the equipment bays. Another fine product of American engineering circa 2016. Trump, please fire all these guys and start over again.

They were leaking dope on the Zumwalt before it came out of drydock and anybody who had seen it performing in the field said the thing was a four billion dollar floating turd. It was rumored to be all form, no substance - like a Hollywood prop. Once you got past the show it was absolutely unseaworthy and did not stand a chance against the next generation of mostly remoted craft.

This would make an excellent stage for a Village People reunion video remake of  "In The Navy." As a weapon of war it is a joke.

I just see the Chinese teenage kid piloting one of those hypersonic drones in World War Three suddenly realizing he has cut the ship in half accidentally before it could even register him coming on radar. "Holee Cow! I think I just hit something!!!" (Potato chips flying everywhere) He turns around to make a second pass trying to balance a Mountain Dew on his knee. "I tink it iz sunk! Dammed Yankee sailors go home! Okay, nice try capitalist dogs! I drop some atomic cluster grenades just to be on safe side they also double as depth charges! Oh gosh I just got the bonus insta-kill perk! Look at me I am high scoreboard leader! Right on!" (Zumwalt vanishes with all aboard forever)

Saturday, November 19, 2016

A Message For Special Snowflakes Everywhere

This is from back when people used to watch television.

Even back then, the snowflakes insisted on ridiculous haircuts. Snowflakes never change.

Junk Science Gets Junked

Will they void out their paycheques for the past 100 years? I would not hold my breath.

... also return all that Nobel Prize money!! The applied sciences appear to have died with John F. Kennedy!! We've had a half century of "breakthroughs" with no apparent practical applications! We're constantly getting "physicists" claiming responsibility for the achievements of real engineers like Flash Ram and storage substrates! Like Stephen Gould calling himself an "anthropologist" after getting himself attached to a paper by Lewontin!! Gould actually managed to buffalo his way onto the front cover only after it was being prepared for publication.

I knew the wheel was going to come around again like this.

Thanks to Vault-Co reader for this link.

Friday, November 18, 2016

Methylation From Sodium Hydroxide For Epigenetic Triggering

Discussed here as a very effective mechanism for triggering methylation markers like those associated with lasting epigenetic shifts.

If it were to take place at the ideal age of around 18 months and physical damages were limited to local effects (oral absorption through the tissues of the mouth, for example, leading to saturation of the blood stream through the most direct method) then you could trigger very dramatic changes in stem cells that were catalyzing at that time to form the building blocks of a human being. Perhaps even causing major shifts of protein synthesis to alternates proven to be present by DNA sequencing and often developing from other forms of trauma or disturbances.

Commercial name is Drano. My aunt had left it out in a glass coke bottle mixed with water when my father came to visit and had forgotten about it. As an infant I crawled into the kitchen unsupervised and took a few sips. That night I was given the last rites at the hospital and was expected to die by morning. The doctor got it right when he said "It's for the best. Nothing human could have survived and the child would be horribly scarred beyond recognition had he survived. The result would have been a monster. No way could he have recovered from injuries like those he sustained without some sort of miracle."

Something connected to methylation switches on the ARNDT2 gene sets off a cascade that begins pulling genetic sequences for fundamental development from the archaic DRD chains. Once started, they begin to fall like dominos until they all run out. I suspect the body is saying "Something bad has happened to this kid who is currently running the Holocene candy-ass spearchucker model software. We may need to do a rollback and switch him to the original Ice Age supertank Model T version of hominids in order to prepare him for what appears to be a very rough environment he is growing up in."

Two years later I was glowing pink faced with health, built like a chimney of muscle and was bouncing off the walls of my doctor's office like Spiderman. He told my father ... "This is not the same child I examined originally." I had almost finished off the school library by the 2nd grade. My nasal pitch, rapid delivery, nonstop verbal information blitzkrieg and strange intonation often left people feeling they were talking to a creature from another world by the time I was 7 years old. No need to tell me how Neanderthals sounded when they spoke, National Geographic. I already know how Neanderthals sounded.

The scarring from the chemical burns left me a hideous monstrosity somewhere between the Elephant Man and the Amazing Colossal Beast. You can see here why I never go outdoors in daylight.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Another "Dinosaur" Found

With wings, feathers and a beak. You know, that kind of dinosaur.

Science has become a big joke to me. I need the lulz. These guys are pathetic. Do you know who is a better scientist than any of these guys? Throw a brick into the park. The first person you hit is a better scientist.

Wait, you're saying. What happened to the "other" dinosaurs? When did that stop being a thing?

Listen, you might want to sit down for this ... it's kind of funny ... you see ... there's been a bit of a mixup the past three centuries. A bit of a mixup. Why don't I make you a strong tea before I go over the salient points ? ...

And God created great sea creatures, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind: and God saw that it was good.

Genesis 1:21

Stupid Bible! Always turning out to be right! That God is such a know-it-all!

There's just one word missing from Scripture if you believe it is supposed to tell you everything and the word is epigenetics. Scripture doesn't claim to tell you everything, just what you need to know. When you know what the word means, you're going to realize that the God of scripture literally thought of everything and it is a perfect fractal, holographic universe.