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It is actually much worse then I think
It is actually much worse then I think
By Holdor
23 Jun 2022 9:13 pm in No Holds Barred Political Forum
23 Jun 2022 9:13 pm
It is actually much worse then I think, but it is nothing like what the Trumpers are saying it is like,
The Oil Companies are not following suit with the Price of Oil to the price of Gas, they are selling Gas as if Oil was $300 a barrel, but Biden and other world leaders actual brought the price of oil DOwn.
If this Gouging of the American Consumers Continues, the only real answer is to Nationalize the Oil Industry
That is top of my list.
The Oil Companies are not following suit with the Price of Oil to the price of Gas, they are selling Gas as if Oil was $300 a barrel, but Biden and other world leaders actual brought the price of oil DOwn.
If this Gouging of the American Consumers Continues, the only real answer is to Nationalize the Oil Industry
That is top of my list.
23 Jun 2022 9:20 pm
Lake Mead is 150 Meters below when it was formed, they are no longer shipping water to Calif, Calif has no Water for its Corps this Year, FOR REAL, Next year Calif will say (which produces 20% of American corps) we had no water.
Lake mead is so low they are worried about the Critical point in Which the Hoover Dam can not produce Electricity OR send Water down Stream.
Point 2
Lake mead is so low they are worried about the Critical point in Which the Hoover Dam can not produce Electricity OR send Water down Stream.
Point 2
23 Jun 2022 9:22 pm
23 Jun 2022 9:24 pm
23 Jun 2022 9:26 pm
Seriously, you people are so upset about Dem or Repub, you need to GET ON YOUR KNEES and pray for Rain in the West.
23 Jun 2022 9:30 pm
I can do it with one Prayer, I try to get you people on board, but as Sam was told by Gandalf No this is for Frodo.
23 Jun 2022 9:30 pm
23 Jun 2022 9:32 pm
I agree, but only if the the profit is not hoarded by the DC elite and their lobbies.Holdor » 23 Jun 2022, 9:13 pm » wrote: ↑ It is actually much worse then I think, but it is nothing like what the Trumpers are saying it is like,
The Oil Companies are not following suit with the Price of Oil to the price of Gas, they are selling Gas as if Oil was $300 a barrel, but Biden and other world leaders actual brought the price of oil DOwn.
If this Gouging of the American Consumers Continues, the only real answer is to Nationalize the Oil Industry
That is top of my list.
The profit should be divided:
50% among the states(1% each);
10% paid directly to all adult citizens;
25% given to the state that sourced the oil;
5% to the state that refined the oil;
10% to the federal government
...
23 Jun 2022 9:34 pm
The Cremation of Sam McGee
BY ROBERT W. SERVICE
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."
A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.
There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.
And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
BY ROBERT W. SERVICE
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."
A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.
There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.
And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
23 Jun 2022 9:35 pm
I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
23 Jun 2022 9:38 pm
GeorgeWashington » 23 Jun 2022, 9:32 pm » wrote: ↑ I agree, but only if the the profit is not hoarded by the DC elite and their lobbies.
The profit should be divided:
50% among the states(1% each);
10% paid directly to all adult citizens;
25% given to the state that sourced the oil;
5% to the state that refined the oil;
10% to the federal government
Obama gave me a $300 Check because he said something like we Balanced the Budget, What was Obamas Reason for giving us $300?
23 Jun 2022 9:41 pm
The Junior God
The Junior God looked from his place
In the conning towers of heaven,
And he saw the world through the span of space
Like a giant golf—ball driven.
And because he was bored, as some gods are,
With high celestial mirth,
He clutched the reins of a shooting star,
And he steered it down to earth.
The Junior God, 'mid leaf and bud,
Passed on with a weary air,
Till lo! he came to a pool of mud,
And some hogs were rolling there.
Then in he plunged with gleeful cries,
And down he lay supine;
For they had no mud in paradise,
And they likewise had no swine.
The Junior God forgot himself;
He squelched mud through his toes;
With the careless joy of a wanton boy
His reckless laughter rose.
Till, tired at last, in a brook close by,
He washed off every stain;
Then softly up to the radiant sky
He rose, a god again.
The Junior God now heads the roll
In the list of heaven’s peers;
He sits in the House of High Control,
And he regulates the spheres.
Yet does he wonder, do you suppose,
If, even in gods divine,
The best and wisest may not be those
Who have wallowed awhile with the swine?
The Junior God looked from his place
In the conning towers of heaven,
And he saw the world through the span of space
Like a giant golf—ball driven.
And because he was bored, as some gods are,
With high celestial mirth,
He clutched the reins of a shooting star,
And he steered it down to earth.
The Junior God, 'mid leaf and bud,
Passed on with a weary air,
Till lo! he came to a pool of mud,
And some hogs were rolling there.
Then in he plunged with gleeful cries,
And down he lay supine;
For they had no mud in paradise,
And they likewise had no swine.
The Junior God forgot himself;
He squelched mud through his toes;
With the careless joy of a wanton boy
His reckless laughter rose.
Till, tired at last, in a brook close by,
He washed off every stain;
Then softly up to the radiant sky
He rose, a god again.
The Junior God now heads the roll
In the list of heaven’s peers;
He sits in the House of High Control,
And he regulates the spheres.
Yet does he wonder, do you suppose,
If, even in gods divine,
The best and wisest may not be those
Who have wallowed awhile with the swine?
23 Jun 2022 9:42 pm
Looks like you guys are overpopulated and not self sustaining.Holdor » 23 Jun 2022, 9:20 pm » wrote: ↑ Lake Mead is 150 Meters below when it was formed, they are no longer shipping water to Calif, Calif has no Water for its Corps this Year, FOR REAL, Next year Calif will say (which produces 20% of American corps) we had no water.
Lake mead is so low they are worried about the Critical point in Which the Hoover Dam can not produce Electricity OR send Water down Stream.
Point 2
Your problemo is not my problemo.
Get rid of your 10 Million Wet Backs if you are serious about fixing your very easy to fix problemo.
23 Jun 2022 9:43 pm
Obama gave me $300 Why did he do that, he had a Reason, something with the Budget, correct?GeorgeWashington » 23 Jun 2022, 9:32 pm » wrote: ↑ I agree, but only if the the profit is not hoarded by the DC elite and their lobbies.
The profit should be divided:
50% among the states(1% each);
10% paid directly to all adult citizens;
25% given to the state that sourced the oil;
5% to the state that refined the oil;
10% to the federal government
23 Jun 2022 9:46 pm
GeorgeWashington » 23 Jun 2022, 9:32 pm » wrote: ↑ I agree, but only if the the profit is not hoarded by the DC elite and their lobbies.
The profit should be divided:
50% among the states(1% each);
10% paid directly to all adult citizens;
25% given to the state that sourced the oil;
5% to the state that refined the oil;
10% to the federal government
Obama was able to give ever American $300, not just voters, but Ever American, SOmething to do with COntrolling the Budget.
23 Jun 2022 9:48 pm
GHETTOBLASTER » 23 Jun 2022, 9:42 pm » wrote: ↑ Looks like you guys are overpopulated and not self sustaining.
Your problemo is not my problemo.
Get rid of your 10 Million Wet Backs if you are serious about fixing your very easy to fix problemo.
Who would work in the fields, No American would take the labor it takes to work in the field.
23 Jun 2022 9:51 pm
GHETTOBLASTER » 23 Jun 2022, 9:42 pm » wrote: ↑ Looks like you guys are overpopulated and not self sustaining.
Your problemo is not my problemo.
Get rid of your 10 Million Wet Backs if you are serious about fixing your very easy to fix problemo.
It turns out If Calif is to produce Food it need Wetbacks that live Cheaply on low wages, that is a fact of Life.
23 Jun 2022 9:52 pm
GHETTOBLASTER » 23 Jun 2022, 9:42 pm » wrote: ↑ Looks like you guys are overpopulated and not self sustaining.
Your problemo is not my problemo.
Get rid of your 10 Million Wet Backs if you are serious about fixing your very easy to fix problemo.
You have even an idea how hard a days work is for a Wet Back?
23 Jun 2022 9:54 pm
NO EFFEMINATELY RAISED SNOWFLAKE / QUEER LIKE YOU WOULD WORK IN THE FIELDS BECAUSE YOU SPENT YOUR ENTIRE PATHETIC CHILDHOOD BEING RAISED LIKE A GAY LITTLE BITCH IN MOMMIE'S LIVING ROOM,Holdor » 23 Jun 2022, 9:48 pm » wrote: ↑ Who would work in the fields, No American would take the labor it takes to work in the field.
IF YOU WERE GIVEN NO CHOICE YOU WOULD EITHER WORK IN THE FIELDS OR ELSE DIE BLUBBER BABY...!!!
23 Jun 2022 9:55 pm
NO EFFEMINATELY RAISED SNOWFLAKE / QUEER LIKE YOU WOULD WORK IN THE FIELDS BECAUSE YOU SPENT YOUR ENTIRE PATHETIC CHILDHOOD BEING RAISED LIKE A GAY LITTLE BITCH IN MOMMIE'S LIVING ROOM,Holdor » 23 Jun 2022, 9:52 pm » wrote: ↑ You have even an idea how hard a days work is for a Wet Back?
IF YOU WERE GIVEN NO CHOICE YOU WOULD EITHER WORK IN THE FIELDS OR ELSE DIE BLUBBER BABY...!!!
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