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Saturday, February 28, 2026

February 28, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: February 28, 2025, shift happen.
Five years ago today: February 28, 2021, best window ever.
Nine years ago today: February 28, 2017, turkey burgers.
Random years ago today: February 28, 2010, the 2010 virus.

           Bear with my random-like posts, I’m still lapsing in and out of sleep. I chose to look at some videos of the WWII campaign in Sicily, a case study in Allied ineptitude. Yes, they won, but hardly by great military means. They had paratroopers, which by now had proven useless against even light enemy forces. And whenever the ground troops ran into any equal numbers, they were stopped solid. For me, interesting reading, indeed. Time and again, where the Allies “won” an engagement, they had actually found the enemy positions abandoned.
           The “tenacious” German resistance turns out to be ten or twelve guns against hundreds of attackers. British news reports continual refer to the Axis withdrawal as a retreat. In reality, the Germans knew they did not have the resources to defend the island before the invasion arrived.
All I have for you today is this picture of out first shopping trip after the hospital stay. It does not show all the dried fruit.

           Wide awake from 1:30AM to 5:30AM. At home I used the time to study PWM, something I will likely never use. It’s the fifty different ways the on-line tutorials explain it that gets me. Most are wrong or leave something out. Today I learned that the pulse with, which emulates voltages, can be made into an actual lower voltage by adding a capacitor. I needed the reminder that the [Arduino] analogwrite() command is really a digital signal.

           Now approaching noon, the day proper begins for me. The Reb calls and we had an extraordinary conversation about money. You’ve never heard me mention PPP because the term pre-dates these blog posts. It is a derogatory meaning “poor people problems” and refers to the hoops the system has in place to jerk you around if you are poor. You know what I’m talking about. The mess of snags and annoyances built-in to society that most people erroneously think is the natural order. They don’t suspect a thing.
           The best way to avoid PPP is to have a sufficient cash float to wait the bastards out. Most people living hand-to-mouth do so because they have never learned to keep a float. If you must know, my float has traditionally been $16,000. If things go wrong, that is enough to keep me going for months. You’ve seen me buy vans and shrug off banks when necessary, and that is what I’m talking about. Well, folks, the float is temporarily used up, and today came a batch of PPP, landing right on my tired lap. I have not had compound PPPs this century, but here we go, the system is always lurking for the opportunity.

Picture of the day.
Easter Island airport.
Remember to use BACK ARROW to return to blog.

           Now, PPPs work together to trap you. Each cog in the machine seems to know when you are in a pickle. Today, a $1,500 bill came in and I’m behind in deposits because of the month I just lost. It means a dead time between today and March 18, what could go wrong? First, I have two ATMS, both with $500 limits. That’s a PPP unless you have a float. This means a trip to Lakeland today and another tomorrow, which costs more money than commonly realized, another PPP. You get the idea.
           The ATMs dispense $100s and $20s. The Tennessee bank accepts maximum 25 bills, which means five hundreds and twenty twenties, or maximum $900. So it is more trips to the ATMs on Sunday—how can the system screw you around on that? Easy. Thanks to my situation, I did not notice that the Tennessee ATM card expires today, I was lucky it took the $900. If I have to send the balance by USPS, it arrives after the deadline. More PPP. (I know some of you are thinking why not just make a second deposit with more bills? You don't know, do you?)
           My float will not be restored until the 18th, when I have to be in Miami. Let’s hope between now than then I do not even get a flat tire. Folks, none of these things, in the long run, truly happen by accident.

           To record my health, it was a zero-gain day. Just as weary and no improvement in endurance. I made French toast and did a quick shop for ginger ale and basics. Other than the unplanned trip downtown, I stayed put. This makes overall healing an uneven process and I don’t like that. The photo is a set of men’s flannel pajamas, may I never get caught in a hospital again without them. Beware of cotton-flannel mixes, you want real flannel. The downside? They are now over $60. And that’s at Wal*Mart, sonny.

ADDENDUM
           There is a military historian who showed promise, but they got to him. His initial round of documentaries were factual and revealing. His name is Mark Felton and they got to him. His latest productions are laced with anti-German digs and plugs. Always a referral to slave labor and the camps, no matter how off the topic.
           His material is also taking a tack toward the “Britannica” version, which is highly propagandized. By now, most sources admit the bomber offensive failed to cripple German war production because it was based on the false presumption that Germany was on a wartime economy. That would have been true if Germany really planned to conquer the world, but I’ll sidestep that issue.            In reality, Germany had never planned a long war and the losses from bombing were handily made up by underused capacity. The "strategic" bombing was a costly failure and a cover for deliberate bombing of German civilians. And we all know who does that kind of thing.

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