Friday, July 26, 2013

Somewhere, beneath Europe, circling through several countries, is a tunnel that can start a black hole. I’ve never been sure if that’s a good idea in the hands of man or not. Yet, there it  be. We built it. In the name of knowledge.

The “Name of Knowledge”, to me, sometimes in the wee small hours of dark, makes me ill. It’s a political thing. It really is.

I was doing my morning browsing (it’s raining and I’m procrastinating about feeding the calves, you see, and have this “spare time”) and saw an interesting piece. It seems they’ve found an accelerator in outer space – well, I’ve never been certain if inside the solar system IS outer space, considering. I think we need a few new words: One for outer space inside the solar system and one for the outer space outside the solar system. Then there is the space between galaxies – but I’m fightingt a losing battle here.

I’ll settle for near space for the solar system and outer space for the rest of it.

Oh. The discovery:

NASA’s Van Allen Probes have made a surprising and unusual discovery. They’ve found a particle accelerator in the heart of Earth’s radiation belts, speeding up tiny particles to more than 99 percent the speed of light.

http://www.scienceworldreport.com/articles/8401/20130726/nasa-van-allen-probes-discover-particle-accelerator-earths-radiation-belts.htm

(By the way, that’s another thing I hate – those long addy’s  that hang over the margins of the blog. Look a mess)

Anyhow. I remarked on the Name of Knowledge. Thinking about that reminded me I was thinking about scholastic politics’, which I’ve only experienced from a student’s observations, but was reminded about reading an article on the selection of Purdue’s President. I’m not sure if it was in the American Thinker column’s or an independently published article.

It remained, however, until this morning when it seemed to combine with something O’Reily or Hannety said (yeah, I know, still). The article was discussing the selectee’s chances of success in academia, what with their veneration of Liberalism, and chatter mouths, and anything goes, as long as money comes in, and how would a conservative, penny pinching, President make it there.

Of course, Hannity and O’Reily have been on about the black’s being not too smart about their political party choices (which I could agree with, actually).

It occurred to me that slavery must be desired by some people. It must, no matter the protestations, because if you believe academia anything goes. If you visualize it, do it, if it makes you feel good, whole and human – freedom. There is permissiveness in academia, except . . .

Yeah, there’s always that except isn’t there. Except, we academia’s get to make the rules as to when you’ve exceeded the liberalism limits. An example, defecating in public is frowned upon and rape is not necessarily a good thing, but we can find reasons those things happen. Do not, however, call an academia adherent an ass. That’s a no, no.

And why’s that?

Why, because, you see, we not only make the rules, we enforce them.

Which makes the intelligence of some blacks suspect believing in the Democratic Party because they use money as a slave masters whip. Not to be out done, nor racist, I’ll include the borrowers of money to actually pay academia to subvert their minds (white’s and blacks). The Spanish extractions and the Asians see to be sliding by the “as I say, not as I do – caveat: until you’ve earned the “additional degrees or are a member of the party.”

Weeee, that was fun.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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