Outbreak occurred precisely where genetically engineered mosquitoes were released.
Brilliant stuff by the NWO. It doesn't kill you. That might cause a panic. It effectively kills your kids. Extraordinary and subtle. These guys know how to fly under radar without being seen until it is right on top of you.
Fantastically stealthy ... most don't know they have it. Most won't until they have children. A pandemic that is so furtive it does not broadcast it's presence until everybody has got it.
If the next generation is all microcephalics, there won't be a generation after that. Very clever stuff.
The plague that creeps in and produces nasties like continuous fever and Guillain-Barre. Forever.
VAULT DWELLERS SERVED
Friday, January 29, 2016
Kwanstainia, Land Of A Thousand ButtHurts
To know them is to despise them. If a Kwanstainian tells you it is raining outside, don't bother with your umbrella going to work today. Everything they say is the opposite of the truth. Good is evil. Bitter is sweet. Up is down. Truth is lies.
Give them kids more dope because it makes them better. Permanently. Now they are good yanks. Wait, what is the reason we giving them this crap again? I forgot.
I am sure if all that was true they would tell us about it. Needs more green screen. It's not trustworthy until it is photoshopped and contrast reversed. Everything.
Give them kids more dope because it makes them better. Permanently. Now they are good yanks. Wait, what is the reason we giving them this crap again? I forgot.
I am sure if all that was true they would tell us about it. Needs more green screen. It's not trustworthy until it is photoshopped and contrast reversed. Everything.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
LibHaru is a Wash
When push came to shove, embedded libharu with lua binding was a wash. I could not generate decent reports for it despite hours of work writing utility routines in Lua for it. I tried everything until I realised the library is just nothing but a collection of crude primitives that you can create a .PDF file with as a server stream. An impressive toy but under real use at work it fell apart.
My original idea for reporting was printing a report as a block formatted HTML paginated browser view and then figuring out how to send this to the printer or PDF. This means on thin clients it has to have a printer server connected or at least some kind of PDF server. There is a really good open source PDF server I switched to but it complicates reporting in Vault-OS which ideally was intended to be an all-in-one. The PDF has to run as a utility which the Lua executes with the HTML as an argument and then dumps it into a cache. This is my solution at work but I think I am going to hatch something else for Vault-OS. I may keep looking for a compact embeddable library that can stream to a web page but mainly converts HTML on the fly to .PDF where possible.
Any ideas from anyone else, seriously, much appreciated. Reporting in Vault-OS is a biggie. You have to be able to print out a shopping list to go the supermarket and top up your wishlist and expired or rotated list. It is really important functionality in a survivalist inventory manager. The barcoding solution I solved so elegantly it is beyond belief, also as an HTML trick to print barcode 39 straight from the browser. If anybody knows an embeddable solution in ANSI C I could compile directly into my code like LibHaru that outputs to .EPS, .PDF or LaTex and permits complex chart and table functionality with ease I would be really interested. Anything that once it is output can be displayed to the browser window directly or else sent to the printer. I know it sounds like a big ask and it is complicated but I have already turned so many huge problems into simple solutions with Vault-OS I know there is something out there that would work for this. The ideal solution would be to create a report as HTML and send it to .PDF like I am doing at present except this code would be compiled right into it. Incidentally I tried removing Libharu and the current build instantly shrunk from 2.1 megs to 1.28 megs, again small enough to fit on a floppy.
My solution for work requires a binary command utility to be present in the bin directory under the server, a good answer for my current requirements but a little too specific for Vault-OS. Any help from anyone will be much appreciated. Remember, ANSI C cross platform code is best. (I know this sounds ridiculously difficult to satisfy but somebody out there may know of another way of thinking about the problem of printing formatted reports altogether.)
My original idea for reporting was printing a report as a block formatted HTML paginated browser view and then figuring out how to send this to the printer or PDF. This means on thin clients it has to have a printer server connected or at least some kind of PDF server. There is a really good open source PDF server I switched to but it complicates reporting in Vault-OS which ideally was intended to be an all-in-one. The PDF has to run as a utility which the Lua executes with the HTML as an argument and then dumps it into a cache. This is my solution at work but I think I am going to hatch something else for Vault-OS. I may keep looking for a compact embeddable library that can stream to a web page but mainly converts HTML on the fly to .PDF where possible.
Any ideas from anyone else, seriously, much appreciated. Reporting in Vault-OS is a biggie. You have to be able to print out a shopping list to go the supermarket and top up your wishlist and expired or rotated list. It is really important functionality in a survivalist inventory manager. The barcoding solution I solved so elegantly it is beyond belief, also as an HTML trick to print barcode 39 straight from the browser. If anybody knows an embeddable solution in ANSI C I could compile directly into my code like LibHaru that outputs to .EPS, .PDF or LaTex and permits complex chart and table functionality with ease I would be really interested. Anything that once it is output can be displayed to the browser window directly or else sent to the printer. I know it sounds like a big ask and it is complicated but I have already turned so many huge problems into simple solutions with Vault-OS I know there is something out there that would work for this. The ideal solution would be to create a report as HTML and send it to .PDF like I am doing at present except this code would be compiled right into it. Incidentally I tried removing Libharu and the current build instantly shrunk from 2.1 megs to 1.28 megs, again small enough to fit on a floppy.
My solution for work requires a binary command utility to be present in the bin directory under the server, a good answer for my current requirements but a little too specific for Vault-OS. Any help from anyone will be much appreciated. Remember, ANSI C cross platform code is best. (I know this sounds ridiculously difficult to satisfy but somebody out there may know of another way of thinking about the problem of printing formatted reports altogether.)
Monday, January 25, 2016
Creepy New Depopulation Supervirus Released
I'm not sure if Kwanstainian heads became tiny that anyone would really notice.
Cooling temperatures will help keep it closer to the equator but you never know. This is very bad stuff. 3000+ microcephalics born in a year instead of 160 is apocalyptic stuff.
Georgia Guidestones program is definitely beginning. Softening them up for the nukes is a big part of the prep stages. If they are too dumb to even know what is happening most of them won't even have the foggiest idea of how to survive the recovery phase, especially fallout and famine. Seems like each week people are getting slower here in Australia. Every single week. No way am I getting smarter every week so I am certain it is them in most cases.
Cooling temperatures will help keep it closer to the equator but you never know. This is very bad stuff. 3000+ microcephalics born in a year instead of 160 is apocalyptic stuff.
Georgia Guidestones program is definitely beginning. Softening them up for the nukes is a big part of the prep stages. If they are too dumb to even know what is happening most of them won't even have the foggiest idea of how to survive the recovery phase, especially fallout and famine. Seems like each week people are getting slower here in Australia. Every single week. No way am I getting smarter every week so I am certain it is them in most cases.
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Thermostat Off
... just in time, too. Man I been burning up on this planet since I don't know when. There's nothing like an invigorating blast of cool air.
I feel a classic Neanderthal song coming on. Just imagine that I have used CGI to place this tune in a winter wonderland with 7 foot deep permafrost and a friendly sabre tooth tiger smiling from atop a glacier ... of course I would be singing this with a gigantic pile of furs on and a throwing disc ...
Maybe this one is way more appropriate ... "End of the interglacial? Beginning of an Ice Age? Oh, Sapiens, please don't throw me into dat permafrost! Iz gonna be a goner!"
I feel a classic Neanderthal song coming on. Just imagine that I have used CGI to place this tune in a winter wonderland with 7 foot deep permafrost and a friendly sabre tooth tiger smiling from atop a glacier ... of course I would be singing this with a gigantic pile of furs on and a throwing disc ...
Maybe this one is way more appropriate ... "End of the interglacial? Beginning of an Ice Age? Oh, Sapiens, please don't throw me into dat permafrost! Iz gonna be a goner!"
Kwanstainian Thugs Bragging About Stealing Land
... from war veterans at a fraction of it's worth using legal manoeuvres and sophistry backed by the power of the State.
I bet their parents are really proud of them, stealing land from their fellow citizens and "little guys" who were WW2 veterans.
This is the real face of abomination that hides behind the State. It is these people who are the "little people," who like functionaries in all totalitarian societies turn into miserable tyrants, each of them a master of a little crime syndicate that seeks to prey on it's own people.
I bet their parents are really proud of them, stealing land from their fellow citizens and "little guys" who were WW2 veterans.
This is the real face of abomination that hides behind the State. It is these people who are the "little people," who like functionaries in all totalitarian societies turn into miserable tyrants, each of them a master of a little crime syndicate that seeks to prey on it's own people.
Friday, January 22, 2016
Planet With A Dead Sun
Oh no! Not the end of the Holocene! Neanderthal is affeert.
HAHAHAHAH ROFL Tee-shirt weather for the Enkidu. It's not the heat, it's the humidity. I'm afraid you may have been the victim of a cruel tourism hoax where the Northern Hemisphere was portrayed as "habitable" and "reasonably temperate." If they told you that then they lied. It's Neanderthal world above the equator and it always will be. You have been warned.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Brilliant Modern Era Info On Civil Defense!
* Thanks to "Sam" For This Link
Incredibly, it has taken 50 years for people in the United States to conclude what the Rand Corporation figured out shortly after World War II and the first detonation at Hiroshima.
It is not ground bursts that are unreliable. Ground bursts are more effective for total casualties than air bursts. You heard that right.
All my life I have heard that modern nuclear weapons are about airbursts and that the ground burst is science fiction. They're not theoretical if you intend your weapon to be efficient.
Total casualties in the ground burst are the people inside the crater plus the exponential damage done by the extremely dirty fallout ash kicked up at the point of detonation. Total body count is formidable for people downwind without shelter.
What's the real reason you have not heard about this your whole life except on Vault-Co?
If people realised nuclear war was about ground bursts they would quickly realise that foregoing civil defense preparations is nothing short of deliberate suicide. Civil defense could cut casualties 90% from ground bursts if people have shelters. With a proper civil defense program, the majority of people outside the crater survive and the majority of all secondary casualties are in people walking around in the city or in their cars when that ground burst goes off a few blocks away. In a nation with a good civil defense program, you would find that almost everybody survived in the suburbs and rural areas beyond that. If this were a country like Switzerland then once you find out how limited airburst damage really is and fallout ceases to be a real problem and you know what? The enemy starts to think to himself that nuclear war just does not satisfy risks-versus-costs ratios.
There is nothing you can do to encourage nuclear war more than to go without civil defense for your population. It is a hopelessly doomed strategic position in nuclear brinksmanship. Doomed. The think tanks figured it out a half century ago but modern people can't remember anything that happened last week. Not a good spot to be in for Western civilisation, especially now.
Incredibly, it has taken 50 years for people in the United States to conclude what the Rand Corporation figured out shortly after World War II and the first detonation at Hiroshima.
It is not ground bursts that are unreliable. Ground bursts are more effective for total casualties than air bursts. You heard that right.
All my life I have heard that modern nuclear weapons are about airbursts and that the ground burst is science fiction. They're not theoretical if you intend your weapon to be efficient.
Total casualties in the ground burst are the people inside the crater plus the exponential damage done by the extremely dirty fallout ash kicked up at the point of detonation. Total body count is formidable for people downwind without shelter.
What's the real reason you have not heard about this your whole life except on Vault-Co?
If people realised nuclear war was about ground bursts they would quickly realise that foregoing civil defense preparations is nothing short of deliberate suicide. Civil defense could cut casualties 90% from ground bursts if people have shelters. With a proper civil defense program, the majority of people outside the crater survive and the majority of all secondary casualties are in people walking around in the city or in their cars when that ground burst goes off a few blocks away. In a nation with a good civil defense program, you would find that almost everybody survived in the suburbs and rural areas beyond that. If this were a country like Switzerland then once you find out how limited airburst damage really is and fallout ceases to be a real problem and you know what? The enemy starts to think to himself that nuclear war just does not satisfy risks-versus-costs ratios.
There is nothing you can do to encourage nuclear war more than to go without civil defense for your population. It is a hopelessly doomed strategic position in nuclear brinksmanship. Doomed. The think tanks figured it out a half century ago but modern people can't remember anything that happened last week. Not a good spot to be in for Western civilisation, especially now.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Fire Ant Hellstorm 1984
One night in the military my last year, I was creeping around my old unit in the woods. I was playing OPFOR (Opposing Forces) amongst my other makework duties so sometimes when they went out onto the artillery range for the night I would sneak up on their watch or get within 5 inches of their commanding officer to make fools out of them.
I could actually hear two NCOs talking about me standing in the line beside the chow truck while they were waiting for dinner to be served. "Where is that asshole PFC Blakemore tonight? Is he playing the communist again this evening? I swear to God I will beat his ass into puree with the butt of my M-16 if I catch him trying to sneak up on me again."
I had to lay flat on the ground and try to keep from giving myself away by laughing. I was in some really thick weeds and I had the poncho liner flipped out to the camouflage side laying on top of me. I was slowly dragging myself across the ground. Every previous time I tried this it had worked like a charm. Low light at dusk, a little camo and a lot of patience. It made the sentries look terrible if you even got as far as I was at that point. Nobody had challenged me yet or even seen me.
The other NCO responded to this guy, "Has the Colonel adopted this kid yet? I don't understand what is happening any more in this man's army. Is Blakemore now in his own special unit? He seems to running his own army now. I saw him the other morning and told him he better put some polish down on those boots, he was telling me Russians don't shine their boots, Sarge. I'm sorry, he says, I got to stay in character I am serious about this sh*t." The other NCO shook his head like this was the most depressing thing he had ever heard. "That troop might as well join Spetznatz. He's lost to us. He's gone commie. They will understand if we have to shoot his ass. He defected."
So I was already celebrating my victory. I had patiently come across the shallows of the nearby river, crept up to the shore behind some P2 who almost looked like he was sleeping with his helmet pulled down over his eyes. Then I had sprawled out in the weeds on the bank and begun crawling my way towards the middle of camp a meter a minute or so. If I was really patient I was planning to make it to the officer's tent again. It's really rewarding to stick your head through the flap while they are eating dinner and announce "PFC Blakemore, sir. Nobody challenged me for the password, I could have just as easily dropped a grenade in here just now."
Ever since this night, whenever I see a movie about commandos sneaking up on a camp at night I always think about all the things that could possibly go wrong that you never see in Hollywood films. A poisonous snake in the bushes. Centipedes a foot long than can bite a man and send him into convulsions. These movie commandos are always in the thickest part of some jungle wilderness that absolutely must be bloated with deadly spiders, snakes and chiggers and many of them never even identified by entomologists. Unbelievable hazards in all that thick undergrowth you see them skulking in.
This was Fort Riley, Kansas and I did not have direct experience with Fire Ants. It had not occurred to me that they could be in this patch of woods used by the Army for training exercises inside of post boundaries.
I crawled right up on top of the mound. Man, I was thinking, it is hot tonight. I'm sweating buckets. It feels like the ground I am lying on is warm, feels like a space heater.
Then the fire ants swarmed. It was like somebody threw a switch. They had air support. Winged ones erupted in a cloud around me. The ground forces bit me a thousand at a time and they were leaving their heads behind locked in the wound.
I just started this low painful growling, trying not to yell. I had to get up and run for the river. Everybody saw me. I was literally in there five minutes trying to drown them all but the welts and the bites were scary. They had bit me all over my entire body. I had to keep my head under because I had to drown the ones in my hair.
I stripped off about everything and got back into the water in the coldest deepest part and just sat there until I was sure I got them all. I waded out in my briefs carrying my helmet liner full of water and was pouring it over my head to try to wash them out.
I was limping from the muscles in my leg being so sore and swollen and I had to take it really slow.
I looked up when I was standing on the river bank and there the NCO from the chow line was standing. He stared at me for a long time.
"I gotcha ass you goddamn communist. All them fire ants are working for me, Private. I trained each and every one of them to bite a Marxist if they smelled one nearby. You lucky I blew the whistle to call'em off."
I had a really strong desire to write this story down tonight. It happened a long, long time ago. One of those moments lost in the rain, as the replicant said to Deckard right before he died.
I could actually hear two NCOs talking about me standing in the line beside the chow truck while they were waiting for dinner to be served. "Where is that asshole PFC Blakemore tonight? Is he playing the communist again this evening? I swear to God I will beat his ass into puree with the butt of my M-16 if I catch him trying to sneak up on me again."
I had to lay flat on the ground and try to keep from giving myself away by laughing. I was in some really thick weeds and I had the poncho liner flipped out to the camouflage side laying on top of me. I was slowly dragging myself across the ground. Every previous time I tried this it had worked like a charm. Low light at dusk, a little camo and a lot of patience. It made the sentries look terrible if you even got as far as I was at that point. Nobody had challenged me yet or even seen me.
The other NCO responded to this guy, "Has the Colonel adopted this kid yet? I don't understand what is happening any more in this man's army. Is Blakemore now in his own special unit? He seems to running his own army now. I saw him the other morning and told him he better put some polish down on those boots, he was telling me Russians don't shine their boots, Sarge. I'm sorry, he says, I got to stay in character I am serious about this sh*t." The other NCO shook his head like this was the most depressing thing he had ever heard. "That troop might as well join Spetznatz. He's lost to us. He's gone commie. They will understand if we have to shoot his ass. He defected."
So I was already celebrating my victory. I had patiently come across the shallows of the nearby river, crept up to the shore behind some P2 who almost looked like he was sleeping with his helmet pulled down over his eyes. Then I had sprawled out in the weeds on the bank and begun crawling my way towards the middle of camp a meter a minute or so. If I was really patient I was planning to make it to the officer's tent again. It's really rewarding to stick your head through the flap while they are eating dinner and announce "PFC Blakemore, sir. Nobody challenged me for the password, I could have just as easily dropped a grenade in here just now."
Ever since this night, whenever I see a movie about commandos sneaking up on a camp at night I always think about all the things that could possibly go wrong that you never see in Hollywood films. A poisonous snake in the bushes. Centipedes a foot long than can bite a man and send him into convulsions. These movie commandos are always in the thickest part of some jungle wilderness that absolutely must be bloated with deadly spiders, snakes and chiggers and many of them never even identified by entomologists. Unbelievable hazards in all that thick undergrowth you see them skulking in.
This was Fort Riley, Kansas and I did not have direct experience with Fire Ants. It had not occurred to me that they could be in this patch of woods used by the Army for training exercises inside of post boundaries.
I crawled right up on top of the mound. Man, I was thinking, it is hot tonight. I'm sweating buckets. It feels like the ground I am lying on is warm, feels like a space heater.
Then the fire ants swarmed. It was like somebody threw a switch. They had air support. Winged ones erupted in a cloud around me. The ground forces bit me a thousand at a time and they were leaving their heads behind locked in the wound.
I just started this low painful growling, trying not to yell. I had to get up and run for the river. Everybody saw me. I was literally in there five minutes trying to drown them all but the welts and the bites were scary. They had bit me all over my entire body. I had to keep my head under because I had to drown the ones in my hair.
I stripped off about everything and got back into the water in the coldest deepest part and just sat there until I was sure I got them all. I waded out in my briefs carrying my helmet liner full of water and was pouring it over my head to try to wash them out.
I was limping from the muscles in my leg being so sore and swollen and I had to take it really slow.
I looked up when I was standing on the river bank and there the NCO from the chow line was standing. He stared at me for a long time.
"I gotcha ass you goddamn communist. All them fire ants are working for me, Private. I trained each and every one of them to bite a Marxist if they smelled one nearby. You lucky I blew the whistle to call'em off."
I had a really strong desire to write this story down tonight. It happened a long, long time ago. One of those moments lost in the rain, as the replicant said to Deckard right before he died.
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