- Kelci Parks
- Soto Found
- Truck Down
- BBQ Benefit
- Abreu Waiting
- Pacific Coast
- Milky Way
- Ed Notes
- First Doggie
- Cannabis Raids
- Loose Ends
- Russia Didn't
- Trees Good
- Yesterday's Catch
- Speech Police
- Undergrounding PA
- Dying Slowly
- Dowdy Thoughts
- Oil Quandary
- Phantom Corsair
- Whoring Biz
- Revolving Doors
- Aircraft Workers
- French Revolution
- Oligarchs Albrecht
KELCI PARKS, ADVOCATE-NEWS REPORTER, PASSES SUDDENLY
Kelci Parks, 34, a Fort Bragg resident and a reporter for the Advocate-News and The Mendocino Beacon, died unexpectedly early Friday morning at her home on Cedar Street.
After a 911 call was placed from Parks’ home around 8:30 a.m. Friday, EMTs found her unresponsive. Life-saving efforts failed.
According to family members and an individual who was on the scene, the Mendocino County Sheriff’s Office will conduct an autopsy in the coming week.
No official information has been released.
Confusion arising from listening to the police scanner and jumping to conclusions circulated a false rumor over the weekend that Parks died at another location. She died in her own home, which she shared with her 12-year-old son.
Kelci started at the Fort Bragg Advocate-News and The Beacon as a reporter and photographer in 2014 after work at the Pahrump Valley Times and the Tonopah Times-Bonanza and Goldfield News. She was born in Stillwater, Oklahoma, and graduated from Bartlesville High School in Bartlesville, Oklahoma. Kelci was a prize-winning photographer, journalist and barrel racer, and, most of all, mother of RJ Parks, 12.
According to family members, a celebration of Kelci’s life for her “Fort Bragg family” will be held in the near future, details to be announced. A ceremony with her family in Oklahoma and Texas is being planned as well.
A full obituary and a report once official information is released will follow.
(Courtesy, Fort Bragg Advocate News)
BODY OF MISSING BOATER RECOVERED TODAY AT LAKE MENDOCINO
Around noon today, the Mendocino County Sheriff's Office received a call from a kayaker reporting a body floating on Lake Mendocino near the Coyote Valley Control Tower. With the assistance of the Ukiah Valley Fire Authority and the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, Lake Mendocino, the Mendocino County Sheriff's Office was able to recover and identify Vincent Soto. His family was notified and was waiting for him at the dock, where they said a prayer over him.
A post mortem exam is scheduled for tomorrow.
The Mendocino County Sheriff's Office would like to thank all the allied agencies that came together during the many days of searching for Vincent Soto, including Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department Dive Team that had been scheduled for later this week, Mendocino County Search and Rescue Dive Team, the Marin County Sheriff's Office Dive Team, Lake County Sheriff's Office Boat Team, Santa Clara County Sheriff's Office Dive Team, CARDA - California Rescue Dog Association, Lyon County Search and Rescue, Hopland Fire Protection District, and Rescue Solutions, a private company affiliated with several in-County swift water dive teams.
ON MONDAY, July 15, 2019, at about 10:45am, a 2002 Peterbilt gravel truck driven by Kulwant Bains of Santa Rosa overturned on Highway 253. For unknown reasons the Peterbilt truck lost control and overturned, subsequently coming to rest on its side, blocking the eastbound lane. Both lanes of Highway 253 were shut down for about an hour and a half while fire/rescue personnel drained the diesel out of one of the tanks. At 2:55pm the Peterbilt truck was removed from the scene and both lanes reopened. The cause of the accident is under investigation.
A BIT OF A WAIT
I'm back here at High Desert, Susanville. I'm currently on orientation so I don't have a lot of movement. Fortunately, I had a bunch of my stuff packed in the side closet here in the building so I am able to write relatively quickly.
It looks like we have a bit of a wait on our hands. The appellate court needs to decide whether or not SB 1437 is constitutional. If you can follow that and keep me posted on it I would appreciate it.
As you know if the appellate court says it's unconstitutional than we’re done for this bill, but other stuff is coming down the pipeline and we will be able to try that stuff out.
When I got here I received the two letters you sent before I left back in January including the information on a Adnan Kahn. It strikes me as odd that some people got out on this bill so fast while the rest of us are dealing with the District Attorneys Association of California and their cockamamie constitutional exercise. It seems that the legislature exists to legislate (as you said) and that we are interfering with their jobs with this constitutional analysis. Anyway, that's the nature of the American democratic system of representation, checks and balances and all of that other poli-sci crap. Anyhow, write back when you can and we will continue to stay coordinated.
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NIGHT LIGHT OF THE NORTH COAST: A Milky Way Time-Lapse Medley
by David Wilson
One can sit beneath the stars and watch them as they slowly traverse the skies; it merely requires your patience. But are we actually sensing them move? Or is it that our glance from time to time notes only that that the stars have changed position? Our perception moment by moment is that they are still, but the infrequent glance will note their slow progress across the sky.
Were one to stay out on a clear night for hours on end, one would still never catch the stars' movement — only that their positions had changed between looks. The human eye needs relatively rapid changes in a scene to detect differences from moment to moment. One might look every ten minutes and note that the stars have moved relative to a tree branch or other earthly object. Ten minutes later and they’ve moved noticeably more. Yet each time you look they seem to be standing still.
Imagine you had an entire evening to spend out there under the sky and you looked up at the stars once every thirty seconds. Each time they are still. But between looks they have moved just a little. If you stayed out there for several hours and peeked at the stars every thirty seconds, you’d see a lot of snapshots of the sky, each one just a little different from the last as the stars moved across. It would require a lot of patience, and you would still never actually sense any movement. But if we were to string all the glances together like a flip-book, we’d be able to see that motion. Did you ever make a flip-book animation as a kid on a pad of paper? Some of you did. A time-lapse animation is similar to the flip-book.
Time-lapse is a technique that gives the appearance of speeding up extremely slow-moving things, and it works on the same principle as the flip-book (as all movies do). In a time-lapse, the camera takes photographs at regular intervals, each photo recording the scene’s changes since the last photo. After shooting a series of these still images, one can string the stills together like the frames of a movie — indeed, they then become the frames of a movie. Each frame of the scene shows the slightly changed positions of objects in it. If we play the frames rapidly enough one after another our eyes and brain will record the changed position of objects from one frame to the next as motion.
Each scene in this time-lapse medley was from a different night. During each of those nights I set the camera to take photographs regularly, approximately one new photograph every thirty seconds. Thus over an hour it would take about 120 photographs.
When the frames are put together into the form of a movie and played back rapidly at 24 frames/second we can see the motion of all of the stars, planets, meteors, airplanes, and satellites sped up dramatically. The motion is greatly sped up, such that the distance they travelled in an hour now only takes about five seconds – now we can see the stars move!
(To keep abreast of David Wilson’s most current photography or peer into its past, visit or contact him at his website mindscapefx.com or follow him on Instagram at @david_wilson_mfx.)
BOONVILLE is getting a marijuana dispensary in the rejuvenated Live Oak Building, which seems like a clear case of Coals to Newcastle given the abundance and availability of home grown. Nationally, the unlicensed sellers are thriving, the licensed store fronts not doing so well. Given the choice between the more expensive legal pot and the less expensive illegal, your average consumer is and will go for the less expensive.
THE AV HISTORICAL SOCIETY will host its Annual Membership meeting on Sunday, at 1pm in the Rose Room next to the Little Red Schoolhouse Museum in Boonville. A talk on the old local logging railroads will be featured.
CEO CARMEL ANGELO does not own or drive a Tesla, as incorrectly reported here last week with the implication that the lushly compensated county CEO was high hattin’ it over the county’s under-compensated line workers. We regret errors of fact and make haste to correct them, which isn’t to say that we’re particularly mourning this one.
A READER WRITES: “Speaking from a first-hand perspective, my own patch of forest – bordering MRC timber land – has been piling up the fuel bed for 40+ years, with disastrous potential a mere spark away. The same appears to be true for the larger situation as far as the eye can see. The precociousness of youth and a more friendly climate regime made it seem like a good idea back then. Trump thinks we can just rake all the stuff up; who knows what the confusing state and local regs are supposed to accomplish. The ‘inconvenient truth’ is a lot of development is in places that are destined to burn at some point. Defensible space? Six lanes of freeway didn’t stop it in Santa Rosa.”
THOSE GRUMBLES you're hearing from every corner of the county arise from the disappearance of Pacific.net from cyber-space and its slo-mo restoration. It raised hell with us, and must have hurt them a lot worse. We were unable to receive incoming email for almost four full days. You'd think there'd be some way for the Ukiah-based business to inform their customers of what's going on and how long we'd be off-line, but Pacific isn't even answering its phones, probably because they quickly got tired of people screaming at them. We've been with them from the beginning, and intend to stick with them, but jeez.
STARTLING news from marijuana world arrived on Friday night's BBC News in a segment about upwards of 150 illegal Los Angeles dispensaries doing business right out in the open, and virtually indistinguishable from the legal dispensaries. The illegals, unburdened by pesky licensing fees and sales taxes, are of course much cheaper than the legals, and there's a very big rub with legalization. The good news for Emerald Triangle growers, including those here in the Anderson Valley, is that product prices are rising. Our informants tell us they expect to get $1500 a pound this year, more for quality dope.
MEDIA are so despised that they've got to give themselves awards. I've belatedly noticed that David Muir of ABC News claims he has won "Four Edward R. Murrow Awards." It says so on-screen every night after Muir concludes his nightly telecasts, wrapping them up with pure mawk — a soldier surprising his kids at a high school event; a little girl "the youngest ever" climbing a cliff face; a one-armed baseball player. Edward R. Murrow's descendants must have raffled off his name because there's no way the real Murrow would approve of Muir or any other tv news reader. I make this statement of the obvious because.… Well because Muir and the even more egregious Scott Simon of NPR seem symbolic of the times, that they're not only tolerated but celebrated. Don't get me started on Hannity who, even in my decrepitude, I dream of assaulting. "Hear that, Hannity? I catch you in Boonville… and… well… uh…"
SPY ROCK POT RAID
Massive Convoy With Helicopter And Two Chippers
Multiple law enforcement vehicles including two chippers headed out Spyrock today and are serving search warrants in the area.
“Around 9:00 a.m, a large convoy of a mix of different government agencies, around 37 vehicles in total went down Simmerly rd and I think went down cat blade Gate towards the river,” one reader told us. The convoy, he said, “split up in 3 groups, so they may be visiting multiple properties. There was also a helicopter and a fixed wing aircraft flying around.”
Another reader reports that a white navy blue helicopter “is circling very low in many Spyrock neighborhoods.”
A Spyrock area resident said he received word about 8 a.m. that the large convoy was coming up the road. “I heard they were staging down by the school and that’s when everybody started panicking,” he told us.
The Mendocino County Sheriff’s Office confirmed in a press release at noon that they were working with “the California Department of Food and Agriculture (CalCannabis Licensing), California Department of Fish and Wildlife, California State Water Resource Board, Cal Fire and the California Army National Guard to serve search warrants on public/private lands to investigate identified illegal cannabis cultivation sites.”
Press Release From the Mendocino County Sheriff’s Office:
During the week of July 15th-19th, the Mendocino County Sheriff’s Office will be collaborating with the California Department of Food and Agriculture (CalCannabis Licensing), California Department of Fish and Wildlife, California State Water Resource Board, Cal Fire and the California Army National Guard to serve search warrants on public/private lands to investigate identified illegal cannabis cultivation sites. All the sites will be those of non-permitted cannabis cultivation sites that are believed to be involved in water diversion and other situations of environmental degradation that impacts several watersheds in the greater Eel River area of Northern Mendocino County. The collaboration includes pre-identified sites that do not have cannabis permits, state water permits for cannabis or permits from Cal Fire for deforestation and legal tree removal.
Cannabis farms that are licensed through the California Department of Food and Agriculture’s CalCannabis Cultivation Licensing Division will not be the focus of this operation.
CalCannabis Licensing Inspectors will be participating in Operation Clean Sweep and have been an essential resource in the Operation’s pre-identification process of the sites to be investigated.
THROUGH THICK & THIN
One of my great weekly pleasures is reading the kick-ass AVA, renown for real content, deep skepticism and incomparable readability. It suits my temperament and need for real stories of thinking people of all persuasions.
Yesterday I was jazzed by the Off the Record recounting of Jerry Lee Lewis, '60s rock 'n roll icon, not quite up there with the giants — Chuck Berry, Fats Domino, Little Richard — but in a class by himself, fueled by non-stop never-say-die energy of 'Great Balls of Fire' & 'Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On — a stark contrast with the staid energy of the prettified grey flannel suit, aprons in the kitchen era of the '50s I came out of.
It took me back to the world-beating era of rock 'n roll with its infinite surprises and quirks like Little Richard, the first out queen, singing about his Ding-A-Ling with unapologetic gusto to the wholesome accompaniment of his audience, shifting verses between girls and boys about 'playing with their own ding-a-lings', assuring them, 'no one's gonna bother you'… And all that. They lifted a generation out of the drab cocoon of Ozzie and Harriet and Frank Sinatra who were doing it their way, not our way.
Well on my way into reverie, I'm jolted to the reality I am holding, which is falling apart with every page I turn with strips of excess paper hanging on the edges, breaking up the momentum of sheer reading enjoyment while I tend to unraveling loose ends. WTF!
No self-respecting publication should allow this sloppy interruption of the AVA experience the readers get from the gift they are holding in their hands. Ask your readers, is this a problem for them or just a child of the '60s making a mountain out of a molehill: 'She must be stoned so pay no attention. Readers know what they're getting for a dollar. This includes the distraction of torn pages flying in the breeze.'
I appeal to you, upgrade the physical quality to match the intellectual quality of the paper, raise the price accordingly and give us back the undistracted event of pleasure and knowledge we've come to expect from the smashing AVA.
TREES, YOU FOOLS! TREES!
Trees sequester carbon dioxide. Trees release oxygen into the air. Trees are part of the solution to global warming. We must plant and prune trees. And, of course, avoid killing them. Trees are here to help us. Honor them, plant them, prune them, and by so doing avoid the intense fires that are part of global warming. Stop killing trees.
Theresa Roach Melia
CATCH OF THE DAY, JULY 15, 2019
BRIAN AMMERMAN, Fort Bragg. Failure to appear, probation revocation.
SHANNON ARNOLD, Fort Bragg. Disorderly conduct-alcohol, probation revocation. (Frequent flyer.)
WILLIAM BARRY, Ukiah. Disorderly conduct-alcohol. (Frequent flyer.)
ISAIAH BENNETT, Ukiah. Controlled substance, contempt of court, failure to appear.
LUIS DELGADILLO-VICENCIO, Calpella. DUI, false imprisonment, domestic abuse, protective order violation, suspended license (for DUI).
THOMAS FREY, Redwood Valley. Disobeying court order.
CHRISTOPHER GARCIA, Ukiah. Failure to appear.
CHARLES HENSLEY, Ukiah. Disorderly conduct-alcohol, probation revocation. (Frequent flyer.)
AARON KOSKI SR, Fort Bragg. Disorderly conduct-alcohol, probation revocation. (Frequent flyer.)
CALEB MACARTHUR, Ukiah. Disorderly conduct-alcohol, probation revocation. (Frequent flyer.)
RAMON MACIEL, Ukiah. Disorderly conduct-alcohol.
ANDREW MAYNARD, Fort Bragg. Disorderly conduct-alcohol, probation revocation. (Frequent flyer.)
ALEX SANCHEZ-ACOLTZI, Fort Bragg. Battery (gang), offenses while on bail.
RONALD VALENTINE SR., Ukiah. Disorderly conduct-alcohol. (Frequent flyer.)
KELLY WINCHESTER, Petaluma/Ukiah. Disorderly conduct-alcohol, resisting.
ON LINE COMMENT OF THE DAY
The urge to police speech is as old as time. You police your own speech to be one of the boys, to be in your boss’s good graces, or, depending on the country you live in and the era, to avoid getting your head busted by the local capo and his bullies. The question is how deep it goes. Will the American nomenklatura turn out to be as thuggish as the Soviet?
No matter the motive, policing speech is a thing crying out for another thing, technology, specifically in the form of algorithms to suss out unacceptable phrases used on social media or in your own house (Alexa), or, it’ll come in the form of video surveillance to make sure you have the requisite expression of quiet optimism.
But speech policing isn’t just about social justice warriors bugging everyone’s ass about lezzies, gays and trannies, it’s also about not raising uncomfortable questions about operating assumptions. A lot of people would rather be comfortably wrong, even if it’s costly to them in the long-run, rather than re-examine what they think is right, to avoid those same costs down the road. It’s stressful IOW, and disruptive to raise questions. Consequently, questioners will be laughed at, and derided as negativists and will face ostracism. Nobody wants that. A lot of people would rather keep quiet and go over a cliff if they know everyone else goes with them.
POINT ARENA GOES UNDERGROUND
The Point Arena City Council will hold a Public Hearing on July 22, 2019 at or about 5pm in the City Council Chambers at 451 School Street in Point Arena, to review whether the adoption of an underground utility zone is in the general public interest for the reasons stated in Point Arena Municipal Code section 12.20.030 and determine whether to adopt a resolution establishing an underground utility zone. The underground utility zone will use PG&E work credits to fund the undergrounding of overhead electrical utilities.
Questions, please call City hall at 707-882-2122 or email firstname.lastname@example.org.
MARILYN DAVIN COMMENTS: I was very disappointed in Maureen Dowd's column in the Sunday New York Times. She starts out by describing her reluctance to interject herself in what she basically describes as a cat fight between so-called female "moderate" women in the House and the newly elected, far more progressive newest members. Then she jumped in with the moderates with both feet. Speaker Pelosi has publicly criticized the upstarts and has tried in vain to corral them with the rest of the herd, to no apparent effect. Dowd references Pelosi's long record as a "leftist radical," her many accomplishments, blah, blah. What Dowd turned a blind eye to is that more authentic leftists like Alexandra Ocasio Cortez have seen the wreckage wrought by the "moderate" Democratic presidents Clinton and Obama, who each left the country in far worse shape than they found it in; it's not just that nothing changed; they actually got worse. I don't have many heroes, but one is the 1930s radical Emma Goldman, who famously said that if voting could solve anything it would be illegal. Mainstream political pundits are already (incredulously) predicting that the progressive freshmen could help propel Trump into a second term. The newcomers stepped away from the herd because they understand that fitting in only makes things worse.
WHAT LOOMS BEHIND
by James Kunstler
Don’t hold your breath waiting for a coherent pre-election debate about the mother-of-all-issues facing this republic, namely, that we can’t afford the living arrangements Americans think of as “normal” anymore. This quandary has stalked us since the millennium turned. It thunders through all the activities of daily life, and the tensions emanating from it are so agonizing and difficult to face that our politics have deflected off into the kind of hysteria spawned by bad dreams.
As the great Wendell Berry pointed out years ago, this is about the nation’s home economics: energy and resources in, production out, surplus wealth saved. America had a brush with reality in 2008 when all the distortions of our home economics came together and whapped the country between the eyes with a two-by-four. Our energy-in was faltering. US oil production had fallen to a new low of under 4 million barrels a day and we were importing around 15 million. We papered over the problem with borrowed money in ever-larger amounts. This dynamic prompted ever riskier work-arounds on Wall Street, especially “innovations” in securitized debt, which invited criminal shenanigans. It blew up badly. Wealth vaporized. Industries collapsed. Homes and jobs were lost. Lives ruined.
The fairy-tale narrative since then is that technology rode to the rescue. The shale oil miracle “solved” the energy-in problem. Sure seems like it. But lots of things aren’t what they seem to be. Shale oil was a neat stunt. Turns out you can produce a helluva lot of it by paying more to pull it out the ground than you get from selling it. You can goose the process nicely by paying for it with borrowed money. And so it has gone. America now produces a new record of over 12 million barrels a day, and most of the companies doing it can’t make a red cent. And since it is increasingly obvious that they won’t ever pay back the money they borrowed before, they are unlikely to get new loans to continue their profitless operations.
Notice how rapidly shale oil production shot up after 2008. It’s worth a peek at analyst Steve St. Angelo’s latest essay on shale oil company debt (Finance Costs Are Killing the Shale Industry) to understand just how this stunt worked. As blogger Tim Morgan at Surplus Energy Economics points out, the dis-economics of energy production — and shale oil in particular — are stealthily damaging everyday life: “…the world economy is already suffering from these effects, and these have prompted the adoption of successively riskier forms of financial manipulation in a failed effort to sustain economic ‘normality.’”
That tells you exactly why the stock markets are at record highs now, along with US oil production. What the nation doesn’t get is that the shale oil industry is sure to collapse, and at least as rapidly as it shot up. So, expect the stock markets to collapse with it, along with tremendous collateral damage to all the other instruments that represent “money” — bonds, currencies, and their derivatives. It will make the 2008 episode look like a mere overturned poker table when it happens. In the meantime, many of the activities enabled by the oil industry are wrecking the planet, not just CO2 emissions, but the plastics and chemical industries especially. So, the oil quandary bites at both ends: damned if it quits on us and damned if it keeps going.
That’s the main issue of our time. We’re faced with the imminent and rather drastic re-organization of everyday life in America without oil. It should be reasonable to assume that the process will be disorderly, and the longer we ignore it, the more disorderly it will be. Granted, it is a tall order for politicians to talk about things this scary. The hard truth is that intelligent responses to this quandary would require heroic effort and painful change — and would probably be emotionally unacceptable to voters. It would entail the dismantling of suburbia and all of the activities associated with it, a severe shrinking of government at every level, the abandonment of most of our military playthings and overseas commitments, a wholesale overturning of Agri-Biz as currently practiced (along with a transition to smaller scale farming with a much higher percentage of the population working at it), and a stupefying aggregate loss of perceived wealth.
I’m describing events that go far beyond the common understanding of political revolution — though these discontinuities will surely produce political and social strife of a high order. This mega-issue and its spinoffs are what looms behind all the pitiful political comedy of the moment, especially the incendiary buffooneries of race and “gender.” Ponder this as you read the latest New York Times sponsored melodramas about “white supremacy” and the unfair pay in women’s soccer tournaments.
(Support Kunstler’s writing by visiting his Patreon Page.)
1938 PHANTOM CORSAIR
LOVE & WORK
by Ernest Hemingway
When I was a young boy it was not necessary to pay any money to women. Later I paid money to the few women to whom I wish all good things well. The principal women of these was one named Alice who weighed approximately 258 pounds. Her fee for love was $2 but she did not collect this fee if love was made satisfactorily. And she often loaned me money for a can of beans or something else in order that I might fight or box or attempt to fight or attempt to box in northern Michigan. She was a very beautiful girl in spite of her weight and I love her dearly still.
I never had the good fortune to know Ms. Mata Hari since at the time that she was of such great importance I was a simple lieutenant and she was consorting with general officers and cabinet ministers. However, one night I did fuck her very well. Although I found her to be rather heavy around the hips. I also founder to have more desire for what was done to her than what she was giving to the man, Abrams.
After the war I worked in three whorehouses which were located in Billings, Montana, Red Lodge, Montana and Cody, Wyoming. I was young at the time and trying to write and it was difficult to preserve the balance between trying to write and working in a whorehouse where every Saturday night you broke your hand. In Billings, I broke my hand every Saturday night due to the influx of local citizenry who lived at the outskirts of town and came in to have fun. At the end of it they wished to fight. And I was forced to fight with them and take them outside.
This was not a profitable trade. After my hands were broken I did not think I could stay in Billings and continue my writing. So I moved to Red Lodge where we only had to throw people out of the whorehouse on Saturday nights and not actually fight them because they were mostly Finns and were usually armed with a knife, although they were very good people and I liked them very much.
In Red Lodge where I didn't have to fight on Saturday nights my hands cured quite well and became strong again or as strong as they could be in a small way.
I proceeded to Cody where I had been offered a profitable position along with my friend the millionaire Roberto Herrero Itsalsolongo.
My hands were still broken when I left Red Lodge but by taping them I could get by. Cody was not a difficult town to bounce in because the people who come there are well-known and you know their faults and all you have to do is hit them and you win.
In Cody I was quite successful and met many interesting whores, professional whores. And since I did not believe that there were any good girls, and they cared nothing about the idea of them then, I already had abandoned any hope for them or fear of them. In Cody we had many interesting fights for those who wanted to fight but they were not anything to be broadcast on radio or on television.
In Cuba, an island where I lived though I am not a citizen thereof, I began to subscribe to politics. I came to know that many of the politicians were whores too and those whores enjoyed their professional women whores very much. We will mention none of their names.
In regard to amateur whores, I have known a vast group of them also. They are much duller than the professional whores because they are not truly conscious of their headgames. They have special words in French and Spanish for amateur whores. I could describe these women to you for a long time and it would probably be of interest to you but I do not propose to describe them or say anything about them at this time. Mucho Gracias.
ON LINE COMMENTS OF THE WEEK
 My passion is and has been creating a Farmers Market & Flea Market. The one big draw back for small business and fledgling startups is overhead. A nearby open 1 to 2 acre field near downtown with parking can be a Godsend for citizens and entrepreneurs. Many a boutique food business gets a start selling honey, maple syrup, vegetables, flour, grains, pastries, meats in a Farmers Market and the Flea Market could hold sellers from everything from A to Z. resellers could pick up items at garage sales and closeout buys. The town could bring in extra income from space rental and parking fees. I’ve seen business selling cheese and other food items get popular enough to have supermarkets and restaurants buy from them. The bigger the crowd gets the more various sellers join in. Maybe a furniture company could get a start. Maybe slate roofs will again become popular or marble flooring. Maybe a B&B or a great restaurant to draw outsiders money. Things snowball once things get started.
 Boycott all Dispensaries…. Black Market pot is cheaper and usually home grown. Whenever possible buy direct from the farmer and leave the greasy middle men like Flow Kana out of the loop. We all know organic homegrown when we see, touch, feel and smoke it. Who needs corporate cannabis if you have good neighbors and friends who grow. Picked up 2 pounds of bomb bud last year for 1600 total, that’s $800pp, that beats $45 an eighth or 200 an ounce from the dispensaries, and, not only did I save, but the farmer made off better than Flow Kana was offering them. Remember to always buy farmer direct and save while supporting small farmers directly!
WORLD WAR II-ERA AIRCRAFT WORKERS sign their names on the newly-assembled B-17 bomber 'Memphis Belle' in Long Beach. Photo Los Angeles Daily News Negatives.
FRANK HARTZELL WRITES: The constant thunderclaps of idiocy that have been proudly proclaimed from DC since 2016 especially, made me really enjoy this quote about the times before the French Revolution, but really about all times. The maniacal faith and hope in the face of unreason DID prevail too, let's not forget.
Opening of Tale of Two Cities, 1859— “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”
KNOW YOUR OLIGARCHS (#26)