OPEN THREAD 20200421

This is the daily OPEN THREAD for today.

Our purpose is the utter destruction of the criminal CCP.

Anything can be posted on this thread – we have free speech.

That said, everybody else does, too.

And we do have a rule.

Don’t get in front of our weapons.


24 thoughts on “OPEN THREAD 20200421

    1. We had a whole set of alternate lyrics for that song when it came out, “Owner of a Grocery Cart” 😁

      My friends and I all listened to 60s and 70s classic rock, because that’s what we heard from infancy. 1980s music was a kind of abomination, just horrible by comparison to what came before the 1980s. It was unlistenable.

      You can’t go from Jimi Hendrix or Pink Floyd or the Doors to ‘Men Without Hats’ playing ‘Safety Dance’, it’s not just a bridge too far, it’s a canyon. And not like one found on this world, more like one found on Mars.

      We went to the 90125 album tour though, willing to endure a few songs from the new album for the chance to hear YES’ classic rock era songs (Roundabout, Long Distance Runaround, I’ve Seen All Good People, Yours is No Disgrace, Starship Trooper, And You And I, etc.).

      They played the WHOLE new album from start to finish, and then said “Thank you, goodnight!”

      There was almost a riot. Nobody thought that was funny!

      Then they came back on stage and played all their great stuff for another 2-1/2 hours πŸ‘


      1. Personally, I think of Yes in terms of:

        “Classic” — songs
        “Classic” — orchestrations
        “Trevor Rabin” — songs
        “WTF???” (not limited to anything with Buggles)
        “Oh, Yes, I remember…..”


  1. In the days of old the River Thames was once plagued with a giant wyrm.

    The dread creature preyed upon any who used or went near the river, and many lives were lost, and eventually the call went out for a brave knight to slay the vile creature. It soon became apparent that this was no task for a common knight, but only the holiest and most dedicated – a living saint.>

    Fortunately, one was found in the person of Saint Honorius, a man with the noblest of deeds to his credit and the humblest mien ever to be found in a man at arms. And in response to the entreaties of the poor and oppressed of the Thames folk, Saint Honorius took up his sword and his armour and set out to duel the monster.

    Following the cunning stratagem adopted in the affair of the Lambton Worm, Saint Honorius had many sharp spikes welded to his armour, so that if the Thames wyrm tried to crush him in its dread coils, it would lacerate itself to death. Then, bearing a silver-inlaid horn of the wild Russian ox, the saint went forth to challenge the beast to mortal combat.

    Of the tale of this battle no tongue can adequately sing. Suffice it to say that the mighty knight, puissant at arms and borne up by the holiness of his faith, triumphed over the monster, and the beast was slain, and its carcass lay in the river for many days, befouling the water and threatening to raise a stench to affront Heaven itself once it began to rot. No carters could bear it away nor teams of draught horses or kine haul it, and none knew what could be done. Save one man:

    For by great good fortune, a man from far Hanover, a sausage-butcher by trade, happened upon the scene, and being of a curious turn of mind, he hewed off a chunk of the creature’s flesh and fed it into his meat-mincer, stuffing the ground meat into a skin after the fashion of his profession; and the resulting viands proved to be delectable, with excellent keeping qualities, and was much sought after; and thereby the inconvenient and potentially noisome carcass was disposed of and the sausage-maker’s fortune assured at one and the same time.

    Saint Honorius cared naught for such dealings, beyond a quiet contentment that matters were so satisfactorily resolved (and it is recorded that he too was delighted at the gift of sausage that was brought to his humble cot). But when the time came to commemorate the adventure, a scribe of renown was commissioned, and began to write upon this wise:

    *It was the beast of Thames, it was the wurst of Thames…*

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  2. Pol Pot was in his palace in Phnom Penh one day when his lieutenant came in and told him that a plague had arrived in the west of Cambodia. The lieutenant told him that on the first day, the plague victims became covered in pustules and boils. On the second day, an incredible fever started which never breaks. On the third day, without exception, the victim was dead.

    Pol Pot was extremely concerned for his life after hearing this. Unfortunately, the Khmer Rouge had already executed all of the doctors and intellectuals who he could turn to for help. One of his lieutenants reported that he knew of a wise old man in a small village not far from the capital who the killing squads had not yet gotten around to executing. Pol Pot took his bodyguards to the village to visit the man.

    Pol Pot explained that there were reports of a plague and explained all of the symptoms. He told the man that if he could keep him safe from the plague, he would spare him from the killing fields. The wise old man thought about it for a few moments, smiled, and nodded his head.

    “I know just what you need,” he said.

    He went into his house for a moment, and then returned with a miniature clock and a thin piece of leather. After attaching the clock to the leather strip, he bound it around the dictator’s wrist.

    “This, Brother Number One, will keep you safe from the plague”

    Pol Pot returned to Phnom Penh after this and waited in his palace. Soon, the plague hit the city. On the first day of the plague, all of Pol Pot’s bodyguards, lieutenants and servants broke out in terrible boils and pustules. On the second day, they all developed tremendous fevers which never broke. By the third day, they were all dead. Incredibly, though, Pol Pot was spared the ravages of the plague, never developing any of the symptoms.

    The plague finally burned out after raging through Cambodia, further depleting its already terribly suffering population. Pol Pot was happy to be alive, but was still bothered by how his life had been saved. He returned to the small village near the capital and found that the little old man had been spared by the plague.

    “Tell me, old man, how this contraption saved my life,” the dictator said, showing him his wrist.

    The old man responded:

    “Ah well, everyone knows that a watched pot never boils.”

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  3. There was once a land, far away and many years ago, that had three kingdoms around a triangular lake. They often warred and casualties were fierce. So they agreed to hold a tournament of all their champions on an island in the middle of the lake.

    The first, being rich and influential, sent twenty Knights and thirty squires with many horses and wagons laden with food and wine. The second, being well-off, sent ten knights and twenty squires as well as several wagons of food and drink. The last kingdom had only one knight who was very aged, and rather decrepit, and had but the one squire. They brought with them a single iron pot and a horse with food enough for the journey.

    The first evening, much revelry was had — wine was shared and spilled in equal measure, great haunches of meat were roasted and cut, and all are well. The old knight counseled that there were rats on the island and food should be moved off the ground to avoid them spreading plague. The Knights and squires of the first and second kingdoms disregarded his advice saying “Pfah! What does he know? We are so many no rats would dare bother us!” But the squire of the third kingdom listened attentively to his old knight and hauled their old iron pot on a rope over a branch — preventing the rats from finding it.

    In the morning, all the warriors of the first two kingdoms were ill — finding rat droppings in their food and sleeping-things and several of them could barely even stand, let alone fight. That night the partying was subdued but still jubilant. Old grudges were settled by the fireside, tales of heroism told and retold, and many casks of wine were emptied and tossed aside. Again, the old knight counseled the gathered warriors. He warned them that bandits had long preyed on dwellers of this island, making off with any valuables they could. “Pfah! What does the old man know?” they cried well into their cups. “Surely no bandit would trouble such an assembled group of warriors!” But the lone squire from the third kingdom listened intently to his wise old master. He hung a noose beside their pot dangling from the tree, so that bandits might see the penalty for troubling them and be warned away.

    The day of the tournament came and the Knights and squires of the first and second kingdoms emerged from their tents to find their fine armour and weapons stolen in the night by bandits. Amazed, they hunted around — but even their horses were gone. The Knights could not fight at all and only a very few of their squires could craft cudgels with which to do battle. But the crafty squire of the third kingdom had warned bandits away and his battered old pot helm and coat of plates and his dented old sword were safe in his tent. He took to the field under the gaze of his master and although the other squires allied against him, he defeated those few who were well enough, and well-armoured enough, to fight him.

    And, thus, we learned that the squire of the high pot and noose was equal to the sum of squires on the other two sides.

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        1. Yah. Old account was not cooperating with Wolf’s author invite at the U Tree, so i made a new one. Same ol’ me just with a fresh name. πŸ˜‰


  4. An elderly parish priest was tending his garden near a convent when a passerby stopped to inquire after the priest’s much-loved roses.

    “Not bad,” said the priest, “but they suffer from a disease peculiar to this area known as the black death.”

    “What on earth is that?” asked the passerby, anxious to increase his garden knowledge.

    “Nuns with scissors.” said the parish priest.

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    Daughn posted the VA Study in Virginia the media is using to trash the Trump Combo.

    The write-up is here =

    I would not trust that study. You know darn well they took the sickest given the hydroxychloroquine alone (HC) or with azithromycin (HC+AZ) as treatments.

    So I looked at it. Would some of the rest of you look at the study too and see if you see what I see?


    I have re-arranged the data so you can see it more clearly. NOTE THE 6.9% on ventilators for HC+AZ.

    A total of 368 patients were evaluated
    HC, n=97;
    HC+AZ, n=113;
    no HC, n=158.

    group .. % death……… on ventilation
    HC,……….27.8%………………. 13.3%
    HC+AZ.. 22.1%……………….6.9%
    no HC …. 11.4% …………….. 14.1%

    WHAAAAAaaa???? How did they come up with these numbers?

    “….Compared to the no HC group, the risk of death from any cause was higher in the HC group (adjusted hazard ratio, 2.61; 95% CI, 1.10 to 6.17; P=0.03)

    but not in the HC+AZ group (adjusted hazard ratio, 1.14; 95% CI, 0.56 to 2.32; P=0.72).

    The risk of ventilation was similar in
    the HC group (adjusted hazard ratio, 1.43; 95% CI, 0.53 to 3.79; P=0.48)
    and in the HC+AZ group (adjusted hazard ratio, 0.43; 95% CI, 0.16 to 1.12; P=0.09),
    compared to the no HC group….”

    The risk of ventilation was HALF in the HC+AZ group according to their own numbers!

    In this study, we found no evidence that use of hydroxychloroquine, either with or without
    azithromycin, reduced the risk of mechanical ventilation in patients hospitalized with Covid-19.

    An association of increased overall mortality was identified in patients treated with
    hydroxychloroquine alone. These findings highlight the importance of awaiting the results of
    ongoing prospective, randomized, controlled studies before widespread adoption of these drugs.”



    Either the ‘groups’ were NOT MATCHED OR these idiots can’t do math!


    We developed a cohort comprising patients with laboratory confirmed SARS-CoV-2 infection in an inpatient setting. SARS-CoV-2 status was classified by laboratory results that were extracted from VA laboratory data. A text search for SARS-CoV-2 laboratory tests was used to query VA lab results.”

    So these were not people who just got the symptoms but chosen from a data base.

    ” The study index date was defined as the date of a hospitalization with a positive SARS-CoV-2 laboratory test. Index dates range from March 9, 2020 to April 11, 2020, and patients were followed from index until hospital discharge or death.”

    So some of these subjects had been sick for as long as a month.


    “Hospitalization data were taken from the VA inpatient hospitalization data. Patients were assigned to one of three cohorts based on medication exposure to hydroxychloroquine (HC) and azithromycin (AZ): 1) HC-treated; 2) HC- and AZ-treated; or 3) HC-untreated. Patients were exposed to hydroxychloroquine if they had a dispensed drug from the VA bar code medication administration (BCMA) data file during their hospitalization. Similarly, if patients received azithromycin with hydroxychloroquine during their hospitalization they were categorized HC- and AZ-treated. Patients with no hydroxychloroquine exposure were coded as HC unexposed. To examine the association with ventilation, the time of hydroxychloroquine and azithromycin dispense was coded dynamically, before or after ventilator support….”

    This was ALL DONE USING DATA FROM THE ENTIRE US VA HOSPITAL COMPUTERIZED DATA BASE AFTER THE FACT!!!! Can you say WIDE OPEN TO FRAUD? There was ZERO attempt to match the three cohorts so ONLY the medication was the variable. Instead they used measured variables in the data base plus statistical programs and MODELS. πŸ™„

    GACK! You guys can read the rest. The French studies were a heck of a lot better!

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