Elon Musk, Henry Adams,& Steve Jobs on Death
“I welcome the sweet release of death, but I would like to talk to my grandchildren before dying”
Elon Musk
Nobody Reads
I was having a hard time today, realizing I will never have grandchildren. I have a girlfriend who just had another grandchild, and she is only 40. Soon, I’ll be 72. I was thinking about the rest of my life today, and how little time I have left. I may live to be 100, or I could die next year. So many people on this planet don’t live as long as I have. Covid and war, took too many before their time. When you are young, or even in your 60’s, you don’t think about death.
But today, I read this in Henry Adam’s book “The Education of Henry Adams.”
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“The last lesson, the sum and term of education, began then. He had passed through thirty years of rather varied experience without having once felt the shell of custom broken. He had never seen nature, only her surface, the sugar coating that she shows to youth. Flung suddenly in his face, with the harsh brutality of chance, the terror of the blow stayed by him thenceforth for life, until repetition made it more than the will could struggle with more than he could call on himself to bear. He found his sister, a woman of forty, as gay and brilliant in the terrors of lock-jaw as she had been in the careless fun of 1859, lying in bed in consequence of a miserable cab accident that had bruised her foot. Hour by hour the muscles grew rigid, while the mind remained bright, until after ten days of fiendish torture she died in convulsions.
One had heard and read a great deal about death, and even seen a little of it, and knew by heart the thousand commonplaces of religion and poetry which seemed to deaden one’s sense and veil the horror. Society being immortal, could put on immortality at will. Adams being mortal, felt only the mortality at will. Death took features altogether new to him, in these rich and sensuous surroundings. Nature enjoyed it, played with it, the horror added to her charm., she liked the torture, and smothered her victim with caresses. Never had one seen her so willing. The hot Italian summer brooded outside, over the marketplace and the picturesque peasants, and, in the singular color of the Tuscan atmosphere, the hills and vineyards of the Appenines seemed bursting with midsummer blood. The sickroom itself glowed with the Italian joy of life: friends filled it: no harsh northern lights pierced the soft shadows: even the dying woman shared the sense of the Italian summer, the soft, velvet air, the humor, the courage, the sensual fullness of nature and man. She faced death, as women mostly do, bravely and even gaily, racked slowly to unconsciousness, but yielding only to violence as a solder sabred in battle.
(I skip a few lines here and continue)
For the first time, the stage scenery of the senses collapsed: the human mind felt itself stripped naked, vibrating in a void of shapeless energies, with resistless mass, colliding, crushing, wasting and destroying what these same energies had created and labored from eternity to perfect. Society became fantastic, a vision of pantomime with a mechanical motions: and its so called thought merged in the mere sense of life, and pleasure in the sense The usual anodynes of social medicine beam evident artifice. Stoicism was perhaps the best: religion was the most human: but the idea that any personal deity could find pleasure or profit in torturing a poor woman, by accident, with a fiendish cruelty known to man only in perverted and insane temperaments, could not be held for a moment. For pure blasphemy, it made pure atheism a comfort. God might be, as the Church said, a substance, but he could not be a Person.”
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Today I felt the pain of loss. I’d lost my mother, my father, my brother, my son, and two husbands, and was feeling quite alone. (The husbands are still alive) I thought of all the others out there who were alone, lonely, suffering…and I got a strange god wink from a friend.
A video tape I’d been wanting for some time.
During my darkest hour, he called me.
My sorrow lifted….while still there, I decided I needed to enjoy the blooming of the Missouri summer. I needed to save myself from my own pity. Okay. So I don’t have a family.
I…am…still alive. And still in the middle of summer’s softenss, as Adams puts it.
I can go outside and breathe the heavenly oxygen from my beloved trees. Who caress me with their splendor. And while I found a baby bird dead from its nest, the others were still chirping.
The flowers, the trees, the birds: life IS worth living, even in the thoughts of death. The thoughts of Why am I even here?
God has reason for me. And I hope, he shows me soon. As long as the wishes of seeing stars in the sky before I die, I will have hope. How can you NOT want to live, even if alone, on this magnificent planet called Earth?
And there’s another tech guy who gave some good advice, probably the best I’ve ever heard.
Steve Jobs, said this:
He nailed it.
And he gave us so much.
I don’t have much time left, but…well…a few more God winks and I’ll be human again. He gave me one today, in my darkest hour.
Wise men…Musk, Jobs, Adams. And God gave us THEM.
Is that not a reason to feel alive?
Nobody’s Fool: Elon Musk…AGAIN
Since I was a book worm, I didn’t really get into science, but IF you want to learn a LOT about science, watch this wonderful tour with Elon Musk as he explains in all…in fact this series should be in all the science classes in our schools.
Enjoy!
Do NOT Break the Covenant!
Nobody Knows
Promises. Trust. Words that are so important to people. Whether it’s in a marriage, a business deal, or trust between friends. Break that promise, and it leaves a scar that never heals.
Once you break your word, trust never come back. Not really. You make a promise and break it, the party hurt will never trust you again. It takes honor. Something we see very little of these days.
Do not break a covenant. And that was the name of the movie I just watched:
Covenant. A movie written by Guy Richie, Modonna’s X.
It was about how, after 9/11, Bush sent 98,000 troops to Afghanistan, and thousands of Afganistan interpreters signed up to help the American soldiers defeat the Taliban. A war that lasted 20 years. All of these interpreters were promised visas to America. Out of the thousands that were hired, only a few were given those visas. The ones left behind had to go into hiding, or were killed by the Taliban, who by the way, are still in control.
Remember, money was the bribe given every single day in that war. Money. LOTS of money. Not the politicians’ money, U.S. Taxpayers money. Obama sent a billion in plane at midnight to Iran. Was that a traitorous act?
Not much is ever said about it.
As I watched this I was ashamed of all the wars that the Americans have been suckered into: WWI..WWII…the Korean War, Vietnam, the Gulf War, the Ukrainian War, and the soon to be WWIII.
Elon Musk once said it very succinctly:
War is game played by rich men in power, to make money. Eisenhower put it succinclty:
“Beware the military complex.”
Reagan was the last President I trusted. Daddy Bush, his son, Bill Clinton, Obama, all kept us in Wars. The only one who kept us out was President Trump.
Many American, MANY are dead. What’s left? Notice in the movies the WOMEN are now the fighters? Did they run out men?
You tell me. We have veterans who are treated like shit, while the terrorits pouring across out borders, unvetted, are given hot meals, and rooms at our finest hotels.
Not to mention, they are working with the Chinese.
Which brings me back to the movie. In the movie, the translator saves the lives of the American soldier, and then HE has to go into hiding. But the American soldier goes BACK to keep the promise that America did not hold.
Honor. Happens. You just don’t hear about it.
Tell me, is Biden trying to get our American hostages captured by the Taliban back home?
Biden gave EVERYTHING to the Taliban, just like Obama.
IRight now, a vote is going on at Tesla to give Elon Musk the money he was promised, he WORKED ten years for without pay, and yet, it just took one Biden appointed judge to deprive him of the $46 billion promised.
Broken promies. Right now, Biden has broken his promise to the Jews. He is bringing the very Muslims over to America.
Broken promies. You don’t forget them.
In a marriage, if one partner has sex with another besides his wife or in her case, her husband, that marriage usually is over.
This may sound silly, but one time my husband was on a business trip. Since I worked in hotel lounges most of my life, I knew when the business guys were in town, without their wives, they always went to the strip bars. I remember making my husband promise not to go to one.
“I promise.” he said. “I swear” he said. Then that night, I got a phone call, it was his voice…somehow his phone had been turned on in the car. “I can still smell her perfume” he exclaimed with almost sexual ecstasy. Which means, he got a lap dance.
It nearly broke me that day. While most married couple would see no problem with it, the fact that he BROKE the promise meant, I never trusted his word again.
If he had said to me, “Honey, I will probably go because all the guys do.” I would have not been so hurt. That is trust. Trust is important in every human encounter.
Millions of Muslims have been killed by American soldiers. Millions of soldiers have given their lives for what? Once upon a time America kept her promises.
No longer
Trust is betrayal. And the history of broken promises goes on. Americans just witnessed it from the newly elected Speaker of the House, Johnson.
He made MANY promises he did not keep.
Recently, I’ve had a lot of promises made and not kept. I don’t think I trust anyone anymore.
So, there are two solutions: One: bring back the importance of the concept of honor…or
Two: Start a colony on Mars because humans are not going to change. You can’t trust them.
Which do you think is the hardest?
Where’s my spacesuit?
More Precious Than Your Grandmother’s China
Nobody Reads.
Last year, my husband had two major surgeries. Just this month, he had spinal surgery. It will take two months to heal the cut in his neck. Because of this, I have been taking over ALL the jobs of the house, plus being the caretaker, and THAT is why I don’t have time to read much or write for that matter. Many of you might have notice my daily rants are not daily anymore. But tonight, I had the chance to visit one of the most precious objects in my whole house: The 20 volume set of the Annals of America put out by the Encyclopedia Britannica.
I got them for free! They were placed outside my local library, in an old cardboard box, during the Obama administration when he quietly turned all the libraries into compute hubs.
If there was a fire: Those books would be one of my top priorities after my pets.
So…I found out while glancing at volume 11 tonight, that this NEW WORLD ORDER is a very OLD WORLD ORDER idea. I read an article written by Laurence Gronlund, called: Collective Control of the Instruments of Production.
Here are a few examples of his writings; and an intro:
Before the Civil War, reform movements with a socialist orientation had been semi utopian in outlook, hoping by their communal experiments to crate ideal conditions for the development of a new order. After the war, the older theories of social reform no longer seemed adequate to the new industrial society, which was marked by problems of monopoly, labor strife and prevailing social discontent. Social and economic thinkers such as Karl Marx wrote of the total transformation of society. Laurence Gronland was an avowed Marxist who adapted Marx’s idea to American society. Without the class struggles. He called his ideas the New Commonwealth.
“The Cooperative Commonwealth, then, is that the future social order…the natural heir of the present one…in which all important instruments of production have been taken under collective control, in which the citizens are consciously public functionaries and in which their labors are rewarded according to results.”
NOBODY NOTES: Think about how they have taken over our institutions, our farms, our Constitution, our Presidency, Our economy, our lives. And to get to this communism you must first go through socialism.
He goes on:
“Has not wholesale production already vindicated its right to be the ruling system, and is it utopian to assert that private ownership of capital, so far from being necessary to production in wholesale, will prove a greater and great obstruction to its inevitable development?”
NOBODY NOTES: Who makes spaceships and cars better? Elon Musk or our government?
Later Mr. Gronlund portends that his New Order is NOT communism, but the natural growth of government. Communism makes ALL property everybody’s, while his New Order give it unto the hands of a few elites.
The mistake he makes is that he assumes these elites will NOT fleece everybody else. Uh…wrong.
It goes on, but the point I wanted to make is this idea of putting the control of production into ‘capable’ hands, and call it the New Order has been around since 1840, when Marxist ruled in some kind of “Hey, that guy has TOO much money”
We see it happening to Trump and Musk now.
The New World Order of today, which as we see, started long ago, and continued throughout our Presidential history, has put the Marxists back in charge, and all the leaders of the world are following the plan, of which they will benefit the most.
Yeah, I miss my books, And nothing is more educational than reading the very words of the people themselves.
If you can find this set somewhere: I’d get them.
More valuable than your grandmother’s old china.
Nobody Know: What is he SMOKING?
Nobody Knows
Today, the mayor of New York, announced that the legislatures should give all the illegals work permits so they could get jobs at….wait for it….WAIT FOR IT…!
As lifeguards!
Because he said they were all good swimmers!
Now, THIS Nobody would like to know just what the people in New York think about those illegals just rushing to save them in the water!?
What if they are Muslims and see a Jew drowning?
What if they are Mexicans who had too much to drink that morning?
What if they were from Africa, and didn’t speak the language? What if they thought that someone shouting “Help!” meant that they wanted something to eat, or to talk to a friend in the pool?
And didn’t we hear enough about the illegals drowning crossing the Rio Grande? How does the Mayor of New York KNOW that they are all good swimmers?
And most importantly, will there be enough pool opening to give them all jobs?
What? We have MILLIONS of illegals flooding the country. Will we have to build more pools?
I don’t know about you, but I can’t even afford to pay to swim in my local pool this summer.
Growing up in this city, long ago, they didn’t charge you. The pool was free.
Now it’s about $270 and that’s only for a mere 2 hours at noon, and only for 2 months!
No, I’m not joining this year, even though I love to swim, but really, in the old days, they had about four lifeguards…NOW they have over 15 at a time. It’s ridiculous.
So, New York? They will probably hire a lifeguard for every two people. But why should the rich care? They all have their own pools.
Whose going to PAY all these illegal lifeguards…YOU will pay for it! It will probably cost $500 and THAT’s why you better move to Florida as fast as you can…in fact, I have some property!
I’ll sell it to you!
What if this idea goes national? Help me.
Okay, someone tell the Mayor he needs to quit going to Happy Hour with Kamala Harris.
Just saying.
DoomsDay-$- Sell the FEAR!
Is anybody else besides me having trouble swallowing all this gloom and doomsday fear put out daily by every media News media movie, or pundit? I feel like I’ve been drowning in it for decades.
Remember the movie 2012? The world would die! But ONE white guy and his wife would survive?
And did YOU think you would be him? No I would be in the the one in the apartment falling into the ocean.
9/11 did it to us.
I remember back when the doomsday clock of Microsoft not updating 1999 to the year…was it 1984…or was it 2000? It scared us all. Even Prince had to make a song about it. The computers were going to freak out, and we had all better run out and grab water, toilet paper,—wait toilet paper and water in that order. And because of that, cops started guarding toilet paper. Somehow it all ended up on the banks of the Texas southern border.
But back in 1999, I DID stock up supplies in my basement. I was stepping over bottled water for year…way into 2005. I believe President Bill Clinton when he looked in the camera and said “ I did not have sex with that…woman.” No. Wait…he said we were all in danger from being put back into the stone age again, because somebody at Microsoft forgot to think of the future and the computers were all going to…blow up everything.
PREPARE! And don’t forget to remember what the word “Is” means. It’s important. Is means, you are all going to die. It IS going to happen. And soon. Just wait…it’s 2024.
Now, everybody is selling survival kits and they are NOT cheap.
But, have you SEEN these kits? Noodles. Macaroni and cheese. Rice. Lots of promised calories but do you really want to eat macaroni and cheese for months?
Sure, you won’t starve, but I’d rather stock up on peanut butter. And candy bars.
Having said that, there is Elon Musk’s threat of A.I. destroying us all. Or the volcano in Yellowstone will wipe us out, or a nuclear attack by North Korea, Russia, or Biden himself.
You know what I think? I think they make a LOT of money scaring us all to death.
The ones we have most to fear from are the handful of men in the World Economic Forum, who are handing over the planet to China so that they can make a lot money and get rid of the ‘roaches’ of humanity…Now THAT is scary.
Men like John Kerry.
Once again, it’s going to take good RICH men to go after these morons.
Elon Musk is trying. Trump did too. We just need more of them.
In the meantime, we need more movies that inspire good to triumphed over evil tyrants.
Remember those? Still…Only Rose lived to drop the diamond into the ocean on the Titanic.
I would have written that they BOTH survived, and sold the diamond and lived happily ever after.
But hey, I’m a romantic at heart. Make more love and inspiring movies. Not doomsday movies I say.
Who’s with me?
Getting up every morning and fearing the end of life, is getting really old.
I might turn to drinking if this keeps up.
Just Another: Destroy the President with Sex
Nobody’s Cares
Who else is NOT following the Stromy Daniels, porn queen who was SO amazed that Donald Trump was in his underwear ready for sex, trIal? Why the virgin Stromy would NEVER in a MILLION years imagine Donald Trump would desire sex with her!
Well, gee…you want to take out a political rival…you use the tried and true method of a sex scandal. You make one up if you have to:
https://www.newsweek.com/how-many-presidents-have-been-accused-sexual-assault-692766
Is it me? WHY do we have to damn Presidents for their sexual escapades? I haven’t been following this rediculous trial of a porn star named Stormy Daniels. who is ‘upset’ and wants “millions” for her own delicate nature when it came to having a man strip down to his underwear…as you can see from the link above, when in doubt, go after the woman’s vote.
Good god.
Bill Clinton? They could have gotten him on SO many other things besides Monica. But no, they dragged that out too.
They never want to impeach a President for commiting the many unconstituional crimes they DO commit.
No. Sex grabs the headlines, and the wives suffer.
Poor Malania, she died her hair blond.
We all know this is just to ruin President Trump: Break his bank, keep him off the media. We don’t even live in a sane country anymore…as P.J. O’Rourke so wisely put it: The whole politicial systems in D.C. is a Parliment of Whores, and we all know it.
Even Presidents should have their sex lives off limits.
That’s my opinion.
But of course that won’t happen. As long as powerful men love sex, and sexy women take advantage of it.
As for me? I’m not watching any of it, it bores me to want to eat doughnuts.
Okay, I only had one.
A Woman’s Anger:
Nobody Knows
That this is going to be off the wall subject: A man almost NEVER understands a woman’s anger.
I remember, when my dad had a stroke, and was lying in his bed, pulling on his weinie, (He did that a lot) paralyzed from his stroke, not talking…and my mother, who was still working came in and started yelling at him, for not taking his hands off his weinie. She just lost it.
“Mom! Stop it! He can’t help it, he’s brain damaged. He can’t even comprehend why you are pissed off.?”
At the time, I thought she was VERY cruel, because clearly, he was suffering enough.
Well, I’m older now. And when you get older you start going over your life, because you have the time to think. And I thought about why my mom lost it. She broke, and God knows, she had good reason to.
For years, she supported the family. She owned and operated a union shop, with over 20 to 30 employees at a time, she worked in every department, did the billing, answered the phone, worked in the bindery, the photo room, and ran the shop and the salesmen. She did everything. The only thing my dad did for most of her life was drive her to work.
Then he’d walk around the shop, and go out and make sales calls he said. But what he really did was go play golf. Every day. And his golf was not cheap.
She took care of my brother and I. After work, she would come home and cook dinner. Clean as much of the house as she could. Go to bed, and get up the next day and do it again. And she worked many weekends.
She never complained.
But…when my father had his stroke, she had to learn to drive herself to work everyday. And THAT was what broke her.
She was little, 4’8 inches. Her feet did not reach the peddles, she couldn’t see to get on a highway, so she had to take the side streets through the roughest neighborhoods in the city. It took her an hour to get to work, double the time had she been able to get on the highway and get there faster.
I could have drove her, sure. But I always got home from work at 3 in the morning and she got up at 5am.
So, when she saw my father laying there, I’m sure she was pissed off because he had, he had the best life…thanks to her. Sure he died young, 63, but she would be left alone to take care of it all. Her son didn’t want the business.
Her daughter, (me) well, it was the son who was to take it over. That was just her generation’s thought.
So, he was dying and leaving her alone. I’m sure she thought he would live until they retired together.
What’s the message here? Women NEED men. If only to drive them to work. So many women work, come home and cook…take care of the kids, sure it’s changing…both men and woman now have to work, and hopefully share in the chores around the house. Has it changed that much?
I don’t know.
So, next time your woman gets angry, find out WHY. Listen to her, and try to help out guys.
Sometimes, a woman just breaks. You work? Well, so does she.
Look back on life…and don’t wait until you retire. Think of a situation where you thought someone was being cruel, and then reassess the reason. Not everyone will tell you the truth or what they are going through.
And maybe, just maybe, you won’t judge them so harshly.
I should have gone over and hugged her, but the synpathy for my father was too strong.
There are ALWAYS two sides to every story, isn’t there? I wish I had left my ’empathy’ for my father at the door. It’s just that, both parents all my life, seem to be happy with their lot.
Who knew my mother was breaking? I didn’t. She was a tough one. But that morning, she screamed her head off and all the pent up frustrations came out.
What do you do when your wife explodes?
Life is tough enough for everyone. Go over and give her a big hug. Let her rant.
We need to give more hugs in this world to make it through.
REMEMBER: Most of us do NOT have perfect Vision…Elon Musk’s Driverless cars will save lives
Nobody Knows
Every morning, I would watch out my kitchen window, and watch old Mrs. Estep backing out her car, and I would say out loud: “She going to hit it! She’s going to hit it again!? Wait! Go left, Go RIGHT! ahh…oh, NO! Mrs. Estep…LOOK OUT!!
She hit it again. Her mail box. Crunch. Poor thing. It was only about the 6th time she had backed into it, and her family took away her license, and her car. They knew it was time.
Next time it might be a kid.
She lived next door, and by herself, her husband having died many years ago. The car was the only freedom she had left in this world. And she was furious about it. She was 85. I could see her point, and tried to imagine MY future prison (YOU CAN”T GO ANYWHERE sentence.
“They shouldn’t have done it!” she would say every morning while we were out watering our flowers.
On the other hand, I had another lady friend, 96-year-old, MS Cloe, who never wore glasses, and still had almost perfect vision. Better than mine.
She drove herself everywhere.
Old age hits everyone differently. We have a demented President Biden who is 82 coming up, and President Trump, 78, who will be running against each other in the next Presidential election.
Clearly, Trump still has his mental faculty intact, but Biden lost his somewhere on a desert island where his dad was eaten by cannibals. Or was it his uncle? I don’t remember. (LOL) They should have not even LET him near the nuclear buttons. Clearly, they are just rolling him out for speeches now, and rolling him back into his soft but expensive White House cage.
The point here is, there are 55 million people over the age of 65 in the United States. Not all of them have great eyesight or can even drive very well…And who knows how many illegals even KNOW how to drive and are on our highways?
And let’s not just pick on the old: Millions of people who drive have vision problems.
Like me. I had a lazy eye as a kid. They made me wear a pirate patch over my lazy eye and I had to wear it in school. Did it fix the eye? No. To this day, I have stigmatism in both eyes, one eye is far-sighted, one eye is near-sighted, and so I wear glasses when I drive. But my dept perception is pretty bad. I haven’t hit a mailbox yet, but I slow down when I have to go around a car.
The other night, I had to drive, for the first time, my husband’s sports car. So, I was backing it in past the house, and my lazy eye was not helping. Even with glasses. I must have backed up at least 6 times to make sure I didn’t hit the house.
And please, point out to me anyone who hasn’t had trouble parallel parking.
They did fix that problem in some of the newer cars. The newer cars have screens…to help you back up.
NEWSFLASH: Not everyone HAS a newer car.
I also had trouble backing up. I had learned to look over my shoulder to back up, which was fine when I was 16. But now, I couldn’t see up over the seat. And it hurt to jam my shoulder and twist just to see behind me.
Then it dawned on me: SO THAT’s it. That Elon Musk, he sure is a genius.
He tells us if we don’t go to other planets, sooner or later the human race will not survive. He’s right about that.
Pity. The only thing aliens will see is old reruns of I Love Lucy. Or Bonanza. Or even the Senile Ed Sullivan. And when they see our video games, they will want to invade us for sure. We will be exterminated by some alien who watched Diablo on his intergalactic TV.
As much as most of were against Electric cars, I think it’s time we rethink this…
It’s not just to save us all from running out of oil, and polluting the planet…no, it’s actually to save lives. Because Newsflash morons:
MOST OF US do NOT HAVE 20/20 vision. Elon’s camera’s and computers will see much better than any human.
Not to mention all the distraction we have now: cell phones, talking, looking down at your coffee, trying to find the right radio channel or favorite song, trying to pick up the soda from McDonalds you spilled, or the kids fighting in the backseat. And CD’s …you have to push a lot of buttons. And when you’re going 60, and have to look at a screen, a split second can mean life or death.
Add in we now have less cops, bigger potholes, and people from other countries who want to drive like they do in Kenya’s favorite cities. We are talking millions of lives being injured or killed.
Elon doesn’t mention this of course, but you bet he knows. And like a good father, he is gently but firmly pushing his children into safety of a driverless car.
His engineers will someday have a car that drives itself. Or a taxi that will come pick you up, and if you are me, and cuss at everybody riding your bumper going 65 mph, you will LOVE not having to get behind the wheel.
This will take time of course, But Elon has it all figured out. He has future radar embedded in his brain, and it just comes to him. How long did it take for ME to have this brain fart? LOL. Trying to miss my garage. TOOK me long enough.
He truly not only wants to have the best cars, his Cybertrucks will be almost invincible in the next global war.
Cops will want one. Cartels will want one. Black gang leaders will want one. Politicians will CERTAINLY want one. And the average guy going out to his boat to fish will want one to pull it.
Heck , I would want one. Just to lie in the back and look at the stars. (That’s still my dream.)
So, once again, the man who sees eons into the future, whether we like it or not, really has our best interests in his heart.
We ARE going to need to change the whole transportation system, with more electric, and better roads. He’s right.
Sure, there are a lot of problems with not being able to find a station to charge. And it takes longer, but I’m sure Elon and his teams will always improve every single problem, even if one at a time. If we didn’t have regulations and politicians always putting our money into the rest of the world, these problems woudl probably already be taken care of.
So, If I was on Elon’s team, I’d suggest they might start reminding people of how much safer an electric car will be in the future, BECAUSE YOU PEOPLE NEED TO THINK ABOUT…your eyes.
Nobody is thinking about how, as humans, we make a LOT of mistakes, and not with our eyes.
Colorblindness too…Elon will probably solve that with Nero link.
Just think about it…Elon again, sees the future road, and the rest of us are just like children, trying to hold onto our cuddly Teddy Bears and what we know.
We are like children in many ways.
Sometimes, father Elon does know best. And I hope I live to ride in one, because I’m sure the back seats are going to be simply as comfortable as your own bed.
Nobody’s Perfect: But I suggest we can leave the driving to…Elon.
He’s about as perfect as fixing humanities problems as they come.
And yes, this always happens when progress goes faster than the normal human brain can figure out.
Now, please take my cell phone. I think it’s talking to me.
Nobody Flashes a Must Watch Video
Summer is here, and we are all outside, watching the TV, our cell phones, nobody is really paying attention to what’s REALLY happening to free speech right now.
So, you’d better watch this. I did. I had no idea this was going on with the morons in Congress.
Yeah, it’s Saturday night, and do you know where your President is?
Elon’s Neurolink Will Prove to Be Amazing.
Nobody Wonders
Recently, I was listening to some pundit on TV discuss Elon Musk’s great achievement with his company Neurolink. They weren’t so sure that Elon, or anybody for that matter, should be messing around with the human brain.
Like most people, fear ruled their minds. Basically, that nobody should put electronic chips into brains, the human brain was one of the most magnificent computers, never to be understood, or even messed with. As we can see from Elon’s brain alone, it does seem logical.
And I always held that line of thought…but…let me tell you a story about my own experience.
As I told you yesterday, my father also had a massive stroke. It started slowly at first. One time he fell on the golf course. The men thought he was drunk. He got tired easily, and had headaches. I really was too busy with my own life to be concerned.
But one day, I walked into the kitchen and he was lying on the kitchen floor. It was a Friday afternoon.
“Dad…what are you DOING down there?”
“I was trying to get the dog some food.”
He kept raising his right arm up and down, and so, I got him in the car and took him to the nearest urgent care, where the doctor told us to have him see a doctor, on Monday morning.
Well, we knew THAT was BS. So, we drove him to a hospital downtown. It was a Friday night. No doctors were on call. So they put him in a bed and said he’d see one on Monday.
He went glassy eyed, drugged, and slept.
What we didn’t know at the time, was that, blood was being dispersed all over his brain, so much in fact that for the next year, they couldn’t see a thing, because of all the blood covering up the brain images.
So much for hospitals on weekends. If you are over 60, you will be triaged.
He could still talk, was still sort of in the know…and then, one day, a doctor asked permission to insert a long needle down into his brain to see WHAT had caused the damage. They said that it had a 90% rate of success.
The next day, when I came into the hospital room, Dad was delirious. He was hallucinating that Spanish Horses were out in the parking lot out his window. He was thrashing about, talking, clearly something they had hit in that probe had damaged him further.
It was downhill from then on in. My father was 63. He lived quite a while, paralyzed, and I took care of him at home. He was heavy to lift, but somehow I managed to hop up on the bed and stradle:Take a deep breathe, and lift.
Now, having gone through this, you would THINK, since I had watched my father’s struggle with his brain, I would think Elon’s research into the brain was kind of dangerious to say the least. They finally determined after he died, that two huge cancerous tumors caused the stroke.
Because I watched my father’s brain slowly disappear with each day, and he KNEW it was going, I have come to a different conclusion about the human brain.
You CAN fix it.
Let me say this: Elon is doing something that no man on the planet would ever think of doing. Recently, he gave a man, who couldn’t even move his hands, the gift of using JUST HIS MIND, to move a cursor on the internet.
THINK about that. Really.
The small implant they put in his brain gave this man the incredible, miraculous, gift of being able to even play a video game…WITH HIS MIND!!
Someday, Elon will make a blind man see. You can bet on it.
Elon Musk, and his teams of great minds, are doing things for the human race that are so unbelievable that frankly, not only is Elon a national treasure, we should have government agencies protecting him at all times.
The advancements in neurology will be discovered, and that will benefit the whole human race.
So, yes…even though I saw the demise in my father, my mother, on the hand, kept her brilliant mind until the day she died of pneumonia. I know. I was there.
She just lost a part of her speech. With Elon’s research, in the future, they will be able to put in a small chip and bring that back, without making you repeat nursery rhymes!
(My mother hated that.)
Yes, the human mind is an incredible thing. But God has given us the best one on the planet.
And we should calm our fears, and let the rocket man, take control.
To the moon, to Mars, and to the inner mind of the human race, what can’t that man do?
Who knows? Maybe one day, with the research being done by Neurolink, Human brains and the memories can be recorded and replayed in the demented mind, and Alzheimer’s patients will no longer forget their loved ones.
With Elon Musk?
Anything is possible. Most anything. And we will live to see it happen.
You can bet your new Tesla stock on that one: (vote yes!)
(By the way…sorry Biden. You might have to wait.)
The Caretaker’s Cry
Nobody’s Knows
I just got back from walking around the 7th floor of the local hospital on the neurology ward, where they put the old, the stroke victims, the brain damaged, the last remants of life awaiting death—the old waiting to die, heads covered in white bandages, holding on to the last breath. Lying…hopelessly, mouths gaping wide open, waiting for the horns of Gabriel.
Waiting for the lost son or daughter to come visit them, in their final hour.
The last floor…the last elevator to heaven so to speak. Will this be me someday? Waiting for my long lost son to come say goodbye?
Well, I’ve been on this 7th floor too many time, and I am determined to NOT even go to the 7th floor. I’ll go straight to hell first.
That’s a promise.
I was here again…yesterday, and today. Again, in this God forsaken place of disenfectant sweat.
My husband waited much too long to go the ER, and he was the youngest to be parked on a corner room. Just turned 60 last month. For 2 weeks I begged him to go to the ER. But he wouldn’t.
What man does what his wife begs him to do?
Not many. Certainly not mine.
I listened to him shout in pain because he couldn’t move his arm, his fingers, they were numb, and then the hand shaking…and MRI an XRAYS showed nothing. The doctors took the wrong pictures…so, finally, he called a neurologist who told him to hurry and get to the ER.
“I should have listened to you.” he said.
“You never have, I’m used to it.” I said. He knew I was still pissed off…and then the “beep, beep, beep,” of his blood pressure machine went on.
I slowly got up and turned it off. “Honey, I’d better go, I upset you too much.”
As I walked down the corridor, pass the nurses stations, I couldn’t help but remember…
In 2000, my mother suffered a massive hemorrhagic stroke, which left her paralyzed and bed ridden. Both my mother AND my father ended up on this floor.
I quit my job, as a musician, to take care of both of them.
I spent many an endless sleepless night listening to her scream in pain. Endless back and fourths to the hospitals. Endless visits for home therapy, nurses, running out for meds, supplies…years of caretaking. YEARS of my own life put on hold.
I had been here too many times before, on this hospital floor…my only friend being a doctor from India who knew my mother was NOT brain dead, as all the other numerologists had claimed.
Latest headline:
DECLARING PATIENTS BRAIN-DEAD OPENS THE LEGAL DOOR TO CONDUCT EXPERIMENTS ON HUMAN-LAB-RATS
They wanted my mothers’ beautiful heart. Three doctors came out of a meeting with the head of the hospital and one doctor smashed the wall coming out of the meeting.
Because I believed that only God could have that heart. But…that’s not how they look on things in the medical profession.
The old, should just die, and give to the young. Smart maybe, but not moral in the least.
And I was thought by one and all to be selfish for trying to keep her alive and comfortable until she died naturally.
My days were filled with hard work…turning her, changing diapers, changing the feeding tube, putting her in the car, taking her to the hospital time and again. They hated me there. They really thought I should let her die.
We kill babies, does that mean we have the right to kill the old by neglect?
Murder is murder, no matter what age.
But it was rough. Nurses get paid. They go home. I had no life for at least 5 years of my life. In fact, my whole life changed after taking care of my parents. I never went back to music, or work.
I became dependent on my husband.
Wait! I didn’t tell you about taking care of my dad?
Yeah, he had a massive stroke too.
(Another blog in my mind about Elon’s Musk’s Neurolink and brain surgery-next blog.)
Yep…I had been here on this floor, too many times before.
And I didn’t want to tell my husband that it wasn’t a good sign that they put him here.
I’m sure, once they get the MRI working, surgery will be needed.
I’ve also been THERE before. Sometimes things happen in surgery. Sometimes.
So, tonight, I’m alone in the house…worrying about the huge cost of the medical bills coming my way, and the possible loss of either a life, or MY life, taking care of another brain damaged family member.
I often wonder what I did in my pass life…there was so much I wanted to do with my life, and yet, here I will be again, taking care of another one.
Many of you will think this is a very selfish woman, “How can you talk that way! He’s your husband!”
I know. I know. It’s just me. What choice do I have? I’m too old to get a job.
But all I can think of, is I was looking forward for once in my life to a new future…one where I could finally concentrate be myself…
And then the self pity come: Everybody has a cross to bear, but why has mine been so heavy? I ask God that question many times…many.
And I keep thinking of this scene from the Godfather..
I look for a sign…what was my life really for? To be the caretaker?
Take it away Al…
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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