December 5, 2025

Yesteryear
One year ago today: December 5, 2024, she got 7 months.
Five years ago today: December 5, 2020, cakes and pies.
Nine years ago today: December 5, 2016, life without Quizno’s.
Random years ago today: December 5, 2011, an early club meeting.

           Good morning and I just got my arse chewed off. By the Reb, of course, few others have that authority. I did not rush into the ER because I know from experience what the triggers are. I’ve slated a visit a few hours from now at the best facility in the area. I admit I got some work done before we talked, you know, to set an example to the entitlement class. The lesson is even if you despair, get some work done anyway. (The pretty gals are my latest effort at making sure you're paying attention. I'll get over it.)

           I had a two hour wait, not including this super-pallet disemmbly shown here. How interesting to see so many people just now beginning to recognize how badly they’ve been screwed over by the system. And how they are just now beginning to complain about “computer records”. People, it was you who gave them every bit of information on their files, including the material you failed to protect at the time.

           This is what happens to when you have a society of people who are more concerned with pretending to be nice than defending their freedoms. I say “pretending” in a serious tone, because I have learned there is a severe similarity to all humans and being nice is not the defining characteristic. It is weak people who are afraid to be called racist or intolerant who cause most of their own problems. Unfortunately they all come from the same generations and they are in the majority.
           Then today comes to an abrupt end as I check myself into ER. It was not long before I spotted the same indicators I had in 2005, when I connected my condition with driving. You can look it up, the situation was I did not that driving was the source of my stress.
the tale is buried in this blog somewhere.

Picture of the day.
Entrance to Movile cave, Romania.
Remember to use BACK ARROW to return to blog.

           Write the half-day off, I did not get back here until 8:30PM. Zero energy left, they ran all the tests same as before, including that horrible iodine scan. My system does not like that one. Again, no actual evidence of anything immediately wrong. This puts me on the spot and it’s a place I’ve been before. If I check into a hospital, it’s a long empty wait while they do the same tests all over again. This is a task for a cardiologist and you know how that went last time. Tomorrow is decision time, not now when I’m addled.

           We’ve been down this road before. The damage is done, what I’m having is after-effects. At least my semi-plant-based sense of humor has not been affected, shown here by the old Apache wiggle test that apparently worked well enough in pre-Columbian times. This new ER was quite efficient compared to some I’ve seen. Out in Winter Haven in the east end which I do not know. But those stakes in the dirt say they are building a big new hospital any time now.

           As I’ve mentioned, the big ratio of medical listings for the city is not due to great services, rather that so many insurance-fed hospitals have their admin and billing offices there. My immediate task is to find a cardiologist who actually has a real clinic and lives in the vicinity. The first bank of places I contacted either do not answer phones, are not taking new patients, or have no openings for nearly a month.
           How soon I can find something is unknown, but I will not intentionally risk any DEI medical types. TMOR, this is a real and true concern in America these days. The flooding of the once trustworthy medical field with people who were educated overseas to different standards.

ADDENDUM
           Silver inches toward $60 and I would like to mention my personal experience. As before, silver is one of the most manipulated of commodities. If I cashed in at $60, I will have made no more than the same as a savings bond over the past 13 years. I did not know this when I started, but you know doing things blindly is often the only practical way in this country. The lesson is that breaking even is not something that could have happened entirely by itself. The very reason to choose silver over a bond is the speculation and that has been removed.
           This link to 2015 shows a rare actual picture of my silverlode, plus a mention of the Swiss investigation which seems to have gone nowhere. If silver busted wide open, I would be driving to Colorado within the hour.

           It takes weeks of reading to get to the core, but basically banks keep a supply of silver on the books. I don’t know if this is required, but the important aspect is that it is in the books, not necessarily in the vault. Apparently this silver is shifted around and even rented out to other banks who need to show solvency. The catch is, that same silver eventually has to be bought back, and that makes it exceedingly sensitive to price swings. For clarity, I read the material, agreed with it, but it was complicated enough that right how I could not give any details.
           The danger for the banks is the market realizing those countless silver certificates are just paper and a run begins on real silver. The consumer market in this stance acts like a huge bank that just might start demanding only the physical metal. The unavailability of that supply is what could cause a true panic. For example, I would not sell you even one ounce of my real silver for less than $100 right now, and only if I was desperate. I’m aware if silver is allowed to free market to its traditional ratio with gold, it is worth $263 per ounce—but if there is a run I would expect it to top $500 and race toward $1,000. At those prices, you can have all you want. Cash only, small US bills.

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