This is a stand alone because it so precisely sums up every complaint I have had about the "experts" for the past decade. They always imply the "science is settled" and you should just shut up and believe what the experts say.
As a scientist, I have been crushed to hear the stupidity...that you are not supposed to question. My most concerning moment came when they started to dictate masks. I looked up the studies for using masks for viruses...and they all said they were useless...especially for lay people who wouldn't use/fit them properly. I then went back to those studies a few weeks later and they had been taken down...WTF. And not because the data was found to be faulty, but for political reasons.
Fooled one time is a lesson, fooled twice is a choice...never again.
What are you cooking tonight that requires two sticks of butter to make it truly great? 😂 This Mustards Napa cornbread is getting the full honey-butter treatment.
Congratulations to @SoCalMike and @Watchinaw. Your questions were chosen for tonight’s Ask Greg and the Panelists.
@SoCalMike Is there a television family your family was most like growing up?
@Watchinawe Did you ever find yourself rooting for the bad guy in a movie?
#BlackCatAppreciationDay:
I miss our silly black kitten - Shadow - each and every day - she crossed the Rainbow Bridge June 2024 at 18.75 years - Adopt Black Cats
“Nevermore!”
We were waiting to see ‘Old Faithfull’. I was about to walk by this Raven sitting on a lamppost. I expected it to fly a way. He just looked at me and made a guttural call. I responded with
“Well hello Mr. Raven, may I take your picture?”
;;Click;;
The Raven
By Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “
“'Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this, and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt ...
