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When my mother moved into her small apartment in Chico forty years ago she chose well. Most of the apartments in the complex overlooked only asphalt parking lots. A few were built so that the apartments faced each other from across a swath of lawn and trees. My mother took one of these on the ground floor.

Just beyond her patio, the builders had left a dawn redwood standing. Thus, for forty years that redwood grew beside her as she lived her life of friends, family, tennis. She lived her life very, very well; teaching all who knew her how to live and how to age and how to die. The redwood grew and witnessed all the moments of all her years. Today, through a quirk of fate — call it destiny — the same redwood grows beside and shelters my terrace across the way. The sun sets behind it every day silhouetting it against the oranges and pinks of the western sky. Absent the wrecking hand of man, the redwood will survive the apartments and the town and the nation itself. Like mother's memory, it stands indifferent to time and fire. It abides.

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This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life is an essay by David Foster Wallace, first published in book form by Little, Brown and Company in 2009. The text originates from a commencement speech given by Wallace at Kenyon College on May 21, 2005.

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"Everybody knows" that the cowardly Uvalde cops sat in the hall for over an hour while children were being shot and school police chief Arredondo gave the order to stand down, although of course the officers could have gotten the key or breached the doors or shot through the doors without hurting any children.

Except that we don't know those things, although there certainly have been reports in the MSM stating them as facts or as obvious conclusions – much or all of the specific information coming from anonymous sources.

I would say that probably the vast majority of people who've followed this story believe a lot of things that haven't been proven and that originate with unnamed sources talking to the MSM, or "experts" or pundits not paying attention to what we actually know and what we don't. Haven't we learned from previous experience not to trust those initial reports, especially anonymous ones, and to suspend harsh judgment until a lot more is known? And doesn't that take time?

I've been asking a lot of questions as I try to sort it out. One of the things I've been waiting for is to hear from school police chief Arredondo. Well, now wait no more. You are free to think he's lying through his teeth in his description of the ordeal, of course. But I think he just might be telling the truth.

There should be other witnesses to this and I hope we hear from them. So far I'm not sure of the extent of the video evidence, but I recall reading that there was a hall video that was of very poor quality and investigators are studying it and trying to enhance it.

Here's the story that emerges based on Arredondo's interview [emphasis mine]. You shouldn't be surprised to hear that it differs from the story we "know" in many key details, as well as expanding on some parts of that story (such as getting the key):

[The classroom door] was sturdily built with a steel jamb, impossible to kick in.

He wanted a key. One goddamn key and he could get through that door to the kids and the teachers. The killer was armed with an AR-15. Arredondo thought he could shoot the gunman himself or at least draw fire while another officer shot back. Without body armor, he assumed he might die.

"The only thing that was important to me at this time was to save as many teachers and children as possible," Arredondo said.

So according to Arredondo he was willing to die, but couldn't get in. But what about getting body armor, and getting the all-important key? Why did that take so long? I think a lot of people have gotten the impression from the coverage so far that the Uvalde cops weren't even trying to get the key, and that it was the BorTac officers who overrode that order to stay put, and that it then was a simple matter to get it from the janitor. Arredondo says not so (and you'll read more about those keys later, in another quote):

He called for tactical gear, a sniper and keys to get inside, holding back from the doors for 40 minutes to avoid provoking sprays of gunfire. When keys arrived, he tried dozens of them, but one by one they failed to work.

"Each time I tried a key I was just praying," Arredondo said. Finally, 77 minutes after the massacre began, officers were able to unlock the door and fatally shoot the gunman.

I assume that "tactical gear" is body armor and/or ballistic shields. But Arredondo is saying they would have gone in without them had they been able to get the door open. . . . .

Also:

He noted that some 500 students from the school were safely evacuated during the crisis…

Whether the inability of police to quickly enter the classroom prevented the 21 victims — 19 students and two educators — from getting life-saving care is not known, and may never be. There's evidence, including the fact that a teacher died while being transported to the hospital, that suggests taking down the shooter faster might have made a difference. On the other hand, many of the victims likely died instantly. A pediatrician who attended to the victims described small bodies "pulverized" and "decapitated." Some children were identifiable only by their clothes and shoes.

Devastating and heartbreaking, but not surprising. It doesn't sound as though many children could have been saved even if the police could have gotten in sooner, but it would be good to know and we don't know. But – was it possible to have gotten in sooner?

We still need to know so much more. It's not difficult, though, to imagine the extreme frustration and desperation that was being experienced by the police themselves – some of whom had children in those classrooms. That was one of the reasons the "cowardly and uncaring police sitting on their asses" narrative never made sense to me and still doesn't.

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Once or twice a year there comes a day when I get this completely undeniable craving. . .

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"They're not so much at war with Christianity as with morality. That's the thing they can't stand . . . "

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Extraterrestrial Highway Rachel, Nevada

ED HARRIS: (As Rear Admiral Chester "Hammer" Cain) in Maverick: "Thirty-plus years of service, combat medals, citations, only man to shoot down three enemy planes in the last 40 years, yet you can't get a promotion. You won't retire. Despite your best efforts, you refuse to die."

Let's get something straight |. …the communist left doesn't give one iota of a fuck what you think. You can blah-blah-blah all day.

The ONE THING that the commie left has not forgotten, is that speech without deeds and action is just…SO MUCH BLOVIATING HOT AIR.
They are willing and able to get blood on their hands.

You are afraid they'll call you… mean, hateful, and you'll get in trouble with your government.

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Well, I'm all outta meals. . . but I'm really glad my time was spent well. . . I'm blessed that I'm blessed to bless.

From Brielle Dior [A great American. You'll see.]

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"I woke up and decided I wanted to spend my last $17 on helping some people who may need it more than I do. With that, I figured I could feed 'at least' 24 people with that amount and headed to the store and made the easiest meal (and every failed housewife's favorite), chicken Alfredo.

"I did this with 3 goals in mind— to brighten someone's day, fulfill part of my purpose and encourage those who watch this to do an act of kindness!

"Also, unlike my other videos, I am not getting paid for this. This video is unmonetized due to the music and I decided to keep the music and choose to not make profit from this video!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

If you ever wanted to know how to feed a lot of people in need with sensitivity and respect, this is pretty much the textbook.

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BECAUSE now more than ever.

(Just where are all those iconic anti-war demonstrations from, well, just about everywhere over the last 60 years? Nowhere. Nowhere at all. They were all just a smile, a giggle, and then to be memory-holed by the enemies among us.)

Speaking just for myself my off-line notebook says:

(May 2, 2002) I see the dead, the "destroyed," on both sides, the young soldiers on both sides with all their unlived years stolen by atomizing weapons sent by ghost fingers from armed and targeting robots lurking in the sky.

I find I don't care at all anymore who "started it"…. Or why it started …. Or this provocation or that insult …. Or whether war by patriot or war by proxy or war by sending in endless ammunition and beta-tested weapons systems to see how well they kill in the mud, in the blood, in the red mist,  in the red rains ….  All of it …. ALL OF IT — ALL OF THEM … I hate and despise all of the Golems in Kyiv, in DC, in London, in China, in Moscow…  All of them, all the masters of war. I don't know about others but I ain't marching anymore.

I was conceived in war and born in peace. In my life, there has been the war during which I was conceived and that took the young man I am named after. Then there was the Korean War in which my uncle fought. Then there was the Vietnam war that came for me and which I dodged to my lasting shame. Then what? Falklands? Grenada? Others that have slipped away into the smoke of the war world? Then the wars of 911 and their endless debacle. And now what is presented to me as my choice? PUTIN OR PUTZ? That? That's my CHOICE? My hope?

I decline the gambit.

I find can't take "sides" anymore; no, not ever. No more lining up in my "Team USA Jersey" to root for or against some system whose bitter fruits are young men made into a red mist and shredded gobbets of flesh,  done by air or sniper,  by artillery, or by drone,  or with drone or under drone or done in ….  Done in by a drone; some sexless bee weapon wielded by some unseen queen?

I see now that I at last, at long, long last,  stand outside all these trumped-up causes, these deadly and eternal failures. Today I stand to see and be repulsed but still made so ripe with despair that I have been (through the unremittingly rained bullshit of causes) made ready, primed  –once more once more — to "choose sides" ….

And so the whole cycle begins again and again and again… The snake that consumes its own tail. There. Out there where I can almost see it. Out there where Oruorborus circles the place where some demon will take control of some man and make him hatch the sun on the surface of the Earth. And what then? What then?

I find my thoughts, like thoughts of youth,  grow long.

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Leaving Chicago after a full night of sleep, I tell Mack I might write only about the journey's first half. "The rest will just be the same," I predict, as thunder claps ominously overhead.

"Don't say that!" she says. "We're at the mercy of this goddamn spaceship." She still hasn't mastered the lie-flat door handles after three days.

As intense wind and rain whip around us, the car cautions, "Conditions have not been met" for its cruise-control system. Soon the battery starts bleeding life. What began as a 100-mile cushion between Chicago and our planned first stop in Effingham, Ill., has fallen to 30.

"If it gets down to 10, we're stopping at a Level 2," Mack says as she frantically searches PlugShare.
We feel defeated pulling into a Nissan Mazda dealership in Mattoon, Ill. "How long could it possibly take to charge the 30 miles we need to make it to the next fast station?" I wonder.
Three hours. It takes 3 hours.

I begin to lose my mind as I set out in search of gas-station doughnuts, the wind driving sheets of rain into my face.

Seated atop a pyramid of Smirnoff Ice 12-packs, Little Debbie powdered sugar sprinkled down the pajama shirt I haven't removed in three days, I phone Mack. "What if we just risk it?" I say. "Maybe we'll make it there on electrical fumes."

"That's a terrible idea!" she says, before asking me to bring back a bag of nuts.

'Charge, Urgently!'

Back on the road, we can't even make it 200 miles on a full charge en route to Miner, Mo. Clearly, tornado warnings and electric cars don't mix. The car's highway range actually seems worse than its range in cities.

Indeed, highway driving doesn't benefit as much from the car's regenerative-braking technology—which uses energy generated in slowing down to help a car recharge its battery—Kia spokesman James Bell tells me later. He suspects our car is the less-expensive EV6 model with a range not of 310 miles, as listed on Turo, but 250. He says he can't be sure what model we were driving without physically inspecting the car.

"As we have all learned over many years of experience with internal combustion engine vehicles, factors such as average highway speed, altitude changes, and total cargo weight can all impact range, whether derived from a tank of gasoline or a fully charged battery," he says.

To save power, we turn off the car's cooling system and the radio, unplug our phones and lower the windshield wipers to the lowest possible setting while still being able to see. Three miles away from the station, we have one mile of estimated range.

"Charge, Urgently!" the dashboard urges. "We know!" we respond.

At zero miles, we fly screeching into a gas-station parking lot. A trash can goes flying and lands with a clatter to greet us. Dinner is beef jerky, our plans to dine at a kitschy beauty shop-turned-restaurant in Memphis long gone.

Then we start to argue. . .

RTWT AT: I Rented an Electric Car for a Four-Day Road Trip. I Spent More Time Charging It Than I Did Sleeping. – WSJ

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Yosemitebear Mountain Double Rainbow 1-8-10 . Works better if you turn on the closed captions.

It was rainbowing for at least an hour on January 8th 2010. It was incredible.
The camera could not capture the vivid intensity and brightness.
Look into the mirror, look into your soul! – "Yosemitebear62"

Yosemitebear62 was also known as Paul "Bear" Vasquez. And, yes, you may well have seen this  viral video before. Nearly 50 million people have, but it bears revisiting from time to time in order to relearn one thing: JOY.

The amateur video shows the view from Vazquez's property into the skies above the Yosemite Valley on January 8, 2010. After moving away from several trees that interfere with the scene, Vazquez enjoys an unobstructed view of a semicircular double rainbow. Vasquez's reaction captures his intense emotional excitement; he weeps with joy and moans ecstatically, uttering phrases such as "Double rainbow all the way across the sky," "What does this mean?" and "Too much!"

Paul later confirmed he was completely sober but overcome with joy; once common to our childhood but growing rarer as life rolls by.

Unalloyed and unabashed joy in life is something we all are born with. Something innate in our response to being alive. Young children at play by themselves or others are subject to many many fits of joy. They can let the joy in life and creation explode out of them without a shred of self-consciousness They can also beam and move and speak and sing with quiet joy by themselves or with others. All children in childhood experience spontaneous joy.

Then, at some point, it stops.

At puberty? At the end of innocence? I don't know. I only know that this Edenic feeling is at some point withdrawn from the sheaf of emotions we can call up at will, only to be given back from time to time and seldom at the time one would wish it.

I call it Joy, which is here a technical term and must be sharply distinguished both from Happiness and Pleasure. Joy (in my sense) has indeed one characteristic, and one only, in common with them; the fact that anyone who has experienced it will want it again… I doubt whether anyone who has tasted it would ever, if both were in his power, exchange it for all the pleasures in the world. But then Joy is never in our power and Pleasure often is."

― C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life

Maybe that is the real nature of the gift of joy; that it is a gift either contained within or wrapped around grace. And for such a gift we can only watch and wait.

Paul "Bear" Vasquez was the kind of soul that was open to joy and knew it when he was given it. I'm glad he's over the top in spontaneous prayer. I am overjoyed that he can just let his feeling of joy out without a filter. I know there are a host of people who mock and sneer at Bear's blue-collar tone and vocabulary.  But Bear doesn't need bigger words for his prayer. He just needs the power of his joy; a joy that is unrelenting.

"In a May 3, 2020, Facebook post, Vasquez spoke of feeling feverish and having trouble breathing. However, he refrained from going to a hospital, as he looked forward to reincarnating and "enjoying the ride". On May 9, Vasquez died in the emergency room of John C. Fremont Hospital in Mariposa, California. "

Good for you Bear. You got a double rainbow out of the deal. That and getting 50 million people to share the sheer joy of it. Vaya con Dios, Vasquez. See you a little further down the road.

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Yes, there are plenty of heroes and heroines everywhere you look.

They are not famous people. They are generally obscure and modest people doing useful work, keeping their families together, and taking an active part in the health of their communities, opposing what is evil (in one way or another) and defending what is good.

Heroes do not want power over others.  Devoted though we must be to the conservation cause, I do not believe that any of us should give it all of our time or effort or heart.  Give what you can, but do not burn yourselves out — or break your hearts.  Let us save at least half of our lives for the enjoyment of this wonderful world which still exists. Leave your dens, abandon your cars and walk out into the great mountains, the deserts, the forests, the seashores.

Those treasures still belong to all of us.

Enjoy them to the full, stretch your legs, expand your lungs, enliven your hearts — long live the weeds and the wilderness yet!

— Edward Abbey @ The Hammock Papers: Enjoyment.

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"In times of change and danger when there is a quicksand of fear under men's reasoning. . ."

Bob Dylan, in the 80th year of his age, still answers the bell.

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And these people think they're on the right side of history? pic.twitter.com/mpfvtFmFCV

— Luke 🇨🇦🍁 (@scotchypoli) June 5, 2022

This poor soul needs to be placed on Epstein-suicide-watch right away. There is so much boiling inside her that is desperate and lonely and self-righteous and broken . . . and yet still setting and Satanic. You feel both horrified, repulsed, and for a moment concerned for a soul with mental illness this deep and profound. Then you see the endless lives she is committed to ruining and the soul-dead nature of her, well, her soul, and you just have to let her drop into Limbo for an eternity or two:

"So this is I'm looking at you freedom fighters, free-dumb fighters. We always had freedom, you know, charters and rights and freedom that would tell you that, but since you seem to forget that and you're all loud and proud with your big thoughts and your big ideas and you want to, whatever, f*cking set up hot tubs in Ottawa."

"I'm a recruiter. It's a small, small, small industry. Smaller than you think. Same with HR. So, if you're looking for a job, or maybe trying to keep a job, maybe, just maybe think about what you're putting on social media."

"Again, freedom fighters, I know you're not really great with stats and, you know, facts aren't your thing, you know, but what I can tell you what is the fact is that recruiters talk and recruiters, like the majority of Canada, don't agree with you."

"Do you know what that means? Do have any guesses? Any guesses what that means? What that means is that if you need a job, you might not get one. If you want to keep a job, you might not get to do that.

"And you know what else HR's good at? Documentation. You know what that means? You want to be an a**hole. We document it. We give you a couple of tries, then what do we do? We terminate you with cause, if we're so lucky. If not, we give you the minimum allowed by law.

"Either way, best of luck to you. Recruiters are watching. HR is watching everywhere, and we hate you. We hate you so much. And you think we can't do anything? Oh we can. We have the power. Always remember that. Doesn't matter if there's a f*cking man at the top of your HR department. It's run by women. And it's run by angry women just like me."

 — HR professional rants against Canadian truckers' convoy

UPDATE: While we are on the subject of angry women and the botox that freezes their smiles and grimaces. . .

This lady is the rare, very special combination of smug, stupid, insane and evil. https://t.co/yorDIu3EZR

— Dave Rubin (@RubinReport) June 7, 2022

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