Vision Test

What number do you see?

Supposedly, the more of the 7-digit number you can discern the better peripheral vision.

Nice Try, Aliens.

But honestly, with everything else going on right now, what if there is?

What if the US Government reverse-engineered crashed alien spacecraft and have built bases on the dark side of the Moon and Mars and our space program is nothing but smoke and mirrors?

How does it affect your life personally?

Interesting…

I watched the whole thing. I rolled my eyes—but only a few times. At the risk of losing several of my readers, I have to say I want to believe this stuff is true; I mean, how can humanity be alone in this vast, vast universe? On the other hand, why would any sane alien species want to come here?

Overall I will have to say this film made me more angry than anything else—especially if even half of this is true.

If you have about two hours to spare give it a watch and let me know what you think…

And So, Here We Are…

Just based on social media and the memes I see flying across my dashboard, I know I am not the only one who is not viewing the imminent arrival of 2022—something usually done with a New Year—as full of possibilities, a fresh start and chance to clear the slate and start new. With the level of abject crazy in the world this past year (remember when we all said 2021 had to be better than 2020?), it seems everyone is fearing this new year will just be a continuation of everything we've been dealing with, but ratcheted up to 11 because—God help us—it's another election year.

And now Betty White is gone? That's destroyed any remaining hope I had that 2022 was going to be any better than 2021.

Fuck you, 2021. And fuck you in advance 2022.

Temporal asphyxiation has been the dark ill of recent years. Inadequacy, anxiety and panic pervade existence. And existence is condemned to fear of the moment to come—a moment has already melted away even as it looms over us. It's not only that we are unable to stop: we are also incapable of dwelling in a time where we no longer find any shelter. Every moment is now uninhabitable.

Time seems to have been eaten up even before it has been granted to us. We are on an escalator descending ever more quickly-and we have to
run up the steps to avoid the abyss. Improvised, fictitious escapes, private revolts and minor boycotts serve little purpose—and we often pay dearly
for them. Oases of deceleration and slowdown strategies are nothing but palliatives. ~ Donatella Di Cesare