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Counting Down To One

I have just realized something.I am an adult.And an adult can buy anything he wants,anytime he wants.So I came home with three birthday cakes today,with only one word written on each.Breakfast,Lunch,andDinner.
UPI ran a story today whereSouth Carolinianshave named a local alligator,"Trump-a-gator." He must be using the same spray-on tan products!
Will Rodgers once said;"Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice Doggie' until you find a rock."
You know,people who have everything they want,are fond of telling people who have nothing they want,that they really don't want it.
 Two Elephants meet a totally naked guy.After a while,one elephant says to the other:“I really don’t get how he can feed himself with that thing!”
 
Here is a fun fact.At any given moment,about .7% of the population is drunk!
Did you hear that oxygenand magnesium went on a date?I mean,OMG!(Chemistry Joke. Get It?)
Chemists make crappy assault soldiers.They don’t have the element of surprise.

What is thirty-five-feet longand has forty-two teeth?A bus full of rednecks.
My neighbor who is a blond told her Doctor."I think I am in trouble. I swallowed an ice cube three days ago and it hasn't come out yet."
I am writing this right now while I am at my Doctor's office.She has just told me that I have a terminal illnessand only have 10 to live.I asked frantically,"Ten? Ten what? Ten months? Ten weeks?"She said,"Nine."
 This is,"Eight."You Know You Might Be A Redneck When You Finally Cut The GrassAnd Find A Car,"Seven."Jim Hauenstein,"Six."
And,"Five."
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”
- Jim Henson -"Four."
That is my story and I am sticking to it!"Three."
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Thanks for reading."ONE!"

The Man From Mars - Chapter Five

   I could have kicked myself in the butt right about now. I was going over everything I had said or did since I met the Man from Mars and the biggest glaring mistake I have made so far, was telling that technician, where I met the guy. Harry's Bar.
   The bus came.
   I got on, paid my fee, asked for a transfer slip, and went to sit in the back.
   I had to come up with a plan.
   First, should I head straight to Harry's to try to warn the Man from Mars that people will be looking for him there?
   Probably not. If he has been around for thousands of years he knows how to hide in plain sight better than I do.
   Second, how long should I wait until I do go back to Harry's to see if I can find the guy who gave me the amulet.
   My best bet would be to use an untraceable throwaway cellphone and call the bartender to see if the guy was in the bar drinking.
   Third, I need to find a hotel or motel that still took cash, where I don't have to give my true identity. So I didn't have to sign my real name on the registry. Where there are cameras overhead taking photos of all the people registering.
   Damn. Cameras!
   There are cameras everywhere in New York these days. Traffic cameras on every corner, security cameras in every business, high crime rate areas with street cameras, ATMs, Police dash cams, the list goes on and on.
   I saw a Wally's World Superstore coming up, so I quickly pulled the long wire inside the bus indicating that it was my stop, and got out about two blocks past the store.
   Walking back towards the store, I profiled myself as any wanted criminal would look. I didn't know how to act incognito. I never had to before.
   I suspiciously kept my head down. I watched everything from the corners of my eyes. I didn't make eye contact with anyone. I stayed out of people's way.
   Luckily for me, this is New York, where nobody gives a hoot who you are, if you done something wrong, or if you are on the run. They are all little busy beavers themselves doing there own daily hustles, legal or not.
   I got inside the superstore and headed straight to the clothing section.
   Found a black baseball cap with no inscriptions on it, a grey zippered extra large hooded sweatshirt, grayish looking blue jeans with that faded look already washed in, and some comfortable grey tennis shoes to complete my new ensemble.
   I paid the cashier in cash and immediately went into the men's room to change. Dumping my old clothes into the waste basket.
   I walked out of the place, down the cross street where I originally got off the bus, and took a transit heading east instead of north this time around.
   Now, with my new clothing on, a camera would have to be facing up and under the brim of my cap to get a shot of my face. The hood of the sweatshirt covers the sides of my head, and with the grey base color I was wearing, I wouldn't stand out among a crowd.
   Colorful clothes are more recognizable and often, better remembered, than the actual description of the fugitive when law enforcement question witnesses. That is why everything is camera driven these days. As the old saying goes, the eye in the sky don't lie.
   With that problem, at least temporarily taken care of, my next order of business was to find a place where I could lay low.
   And what better place to go then to a place where everyone is trying to lay low.
   I took another transfer slip from the bus driver, got off at the next stop, and waited for the bus that had Roosevelt Avenue plastered on the upper front.
   Jackson Heights in Queens is the mecca of brothels in the New York City metropolitan area. And I'm just hoping that Hong Xia is still in business and keeping a low profile herself these days.
   Nothing like being a reporter in this town to know the in and outs of the underbelly of the underworld. Unless, of course, you are one of the criminals propagating the underworld.

To Be Continued...
Next Week Thursday.
This is,You Might Be Wondering If I Have Already Written The Whole Story For The Man From Mars.Actually,I Am Just In The Dark As You Are.I Don't Know What I Am Going To Write About Until I Write The Story On Thursday Morning!Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“If at first you don't succeed, kep on suckin' til you do suck seed!”
- Jerome "Curley" Howard -

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What Now?

 Today isWednesday.TheDayI like to call my;Rant & Rave Day.I have found out,over time,that if I talk about certain subjects,such asPolitics,people like to classify me as aLeft WingerorRadical.I even had one person say they longer read myBlogbecause I expressed my opinions on all sorts of subjects and that I like the hacker groupAnonymousbecause of what they stand for.My original intent was never to alienate anyone,but to start a conversation among my readersand myself.Except for a short stint with a character I called"The Jeff,"no one has leftCommentsconsistently to have a debate.And if you have read any of the banter between"The Jeff"and myself awhile back,you would have seen that I would admit to my mistakes when I was wrong.That is what debating is all about.I will also admit that sometimes I would make outlandish statements to stir some action up,but I have found,I don't have that kind of readership.That is why I have gone back to my original intention of telling stories on thisBlog.But,with that being said,I have also invited people to use myBlogas their forum if anyone has something they would like to tell theWorld.Well,one of my oldest living friends has taken me up on it.We played together in differentRock Bands,with different names,but basically as the same group.  He will always be known forever by his stage name;"Electric Dave."And now,a few words from"Electric Dave."
What now?


     We’re only about three weeks into the Trump Presidency, and if nothing else is certain, of this we can be sure: Trump is exactly who we thought he was. The only part of the electorate who were genuinely duped were those who voted for Trump believing that his bluster, bigotry, and authoritarianism were simply campaign tactics that, under the watchful eye of the adults in the room, would soften into a circumspect and morally legitimate Presidency. Well, so much for that wishful thinking.
     The rest of us went into this with eyes wide open knowing that the man has not a shred of common decency, nor, as diplomacy and leadership often require, the patience to pretend to have any. If “you’re fired!” is one’s mantra, one has become accustomed to having sycophants immediately jump upon command, and business adversaries tremble before one’s threats and bullying, it must be hard to make the leap into the idea that the office of the President is that of a public servant whose job it is to serve the entire country, not just white billionaires, even if it is billionaires and millionaires who routinely put people into office on the pretext that campaign money is the equivalent of free speech and corporations are, after all, people, too, God bless us every one. Trump’s reaction to the Women’s March is indicative of his hostility to the idea that opposing viewpoints are what actually make America great: he is genuinely pissed off that he can’t fire more than half the nation who think he’s a perfect ass.
     Though it’s not my intent here to re-litigate the failures of our two party system, it should be apparent to anyone paying attention that its dysfunction has reached the point where it is no longer supportive of a democracy. And while it is tempting to lambast the poor, benighted mob who voted for Trump for their stupidity, I have a suspicion that many of them (and, unfortunately, the rest of us too) will feel the burn soon enough as the warm glow of his faux populism becomes the scorched sand of his bloody-minded Realpolitik and smash-and-grab economics. I wonder what the Trump crowd will say when the repeal of the Affordable Care Act causes significant portions of them to lose their health coverage; when Trump’s disastrous trade policies (such as his proposed tariffs) make even their, yes, quasi-jobs go away and the cost of consumer goods rise exponentially; when the self-fulfilling prophecy of terrorist recruitment begins to rise in response to his tirades and ill-informed foreign policies and erstwhile allies begin to abandon us; and when corporations, already riding the whip hand, are further empowered to increase the economic imbalances that make this country the plutocracy that it is. Perhaps that it’s Obama’s fault. Or Hillary’s fault. Or Mexicans. Or Muslims. Whatever.
     No, the question I wish to ask is, what do we (and I do mean we) do now? First, we must refuse to give in to the defeatist attitude that resistance is futile. It is tempting to do so in a situation where the GOP holds the Presidency (OK, sort of—is Trump even a Republican?), the House and Senate, and will soon, amidst the fracas of the nuclear option, install a reactionary Justice on the Soo-preme Court, tipping it back into neo-con control. But despite these factors, the truth is, resistance is not only possible, it is our duty. We cannot afford to buy into the trope that resistance to Trump and the craven GOP is un-American. (The hypocrisy of the GOP crowd, who fought Obama tooth and nail every inch of the way and who now claim that wanting Trump to fail in his demolition job of American values is un-American is exquisite.) No, dissent and critique are as American as apple pie and NASCAR. I was told by friends in 2003 that my resistance to Bush II and the War in Iraq was unpatriotic and I was un-American, and we all saw how that turned out. And despite some state legislators who are trying to turn protesting into a crime, civil disobedience and peaceful demonstrations are also very patriotic, especially when they cause Trump to get pissed off. Then you know you’ve struck a nerve. (Admittedly, it isn’t hard to do with Trumplethinskin.) Every time he lashes out irrationally at people who won’t love him, he depletes his own strength by further diminishing his credibility. I don’t buy this notion that we lend him credence when the media cover his Tweets and rants; his credibility is being weakened daily, and the more he wastes political capital, the more he makes unsound soundbites, the sooner even his supporters will have to abandon him, and therefore the sooner we can impeach him and remove him from office. Trump-baiting is a fine art, and, if it weren’t so sad that we cannot have an ounce of respect for the President, it would be fun. I know someone who used to say during the Bush II days, “Well, if you can’t respect the person, at least respect the office.” I haven’t heard her say that lately.
     So, continue protests, continue to write your elected representatives and voice your opinion, and continue to throw sand in the gears of this dangerous political machine. They can’t ignore us all and all the time. And certainly Trump can’t.
     But we must also reach out to those who did vote for Trump or otherwise made it possible for Trump to be elected and convince them that we have a common interest in rejecting not only Trump and Trumpism, but this bogus political system established by the rich for the rich. Yes, the Democrats are spineless jerks and corrupt, too, but they may yet come to their senses. The Republicans, however, have fallen in line behind the rough beast that now slouches into Bethlehem, so resist the equivalence arguments. So, even while pointing out the corruption that plagues the whole system, we need to help people develop a perspective. We must do what we can to bring the facts to light—the real facts, not the bullshit that passes for truth on Fox, Breitbart, and the other media trolls. Only then will the façade begin to crumble. One of the reasons that Trump and GOP are so hostile to public education (Betsy DeVos for Sec of Ed—really?) is that an educated electorate is a less easily manipulated electorate. With this in mind, defunding public education is one of the top priorities of the neo-cons.
     The whole point is that unless people are educated, they cannot make informed choices. And yes, I know that to certain ears that smacks of elitism, but if you don’t believe in the difference between knowledge, fact, reason, and expertise on the one hand and “alternative facts” and foolishness on the other, the next time you need major surgery, go to an unlicensed quack for treatment. You’ll be doing us all a favor. I’m simply suggesting that we all need to do what we can to keep Trumpism from becoming the new normal by calling out lies and speaking truth to power. This is not elitism, it’s common sense and self-protection. If maintaining that science and facts do matter is elitist, what have we come to? In George Orwell’s 1984, in opposition to the party of Big Brother, which sees truth as fungible and adaptable to the political needs of the moment, Winston Smith thinks to himself that there are truths and untruths, and so long as we understand this, we can remain human. And so one of the ways we maintain our freedom is to oppose a Trump administration that lies and lies and lies, and knows only power. We must agitate for facts and reason and truth, and educate people to tell the difference.
     One of the ways you can become an educator-agitator for the common good is to continue to have conversations with people, and not just those who already agree that Trump is an asshole and needs to be stopped. While I sympathize with the attitude expressed by some of my friends about Trump supporters—“Well, there’s just no talking to those people”—I would suggest that since most people are not as deluded and depraved as Trump himself, but feel desperate (or were made to feel desperate) exploit this gap between their beliefs and those of Trump himself, who is more on an island than he’d like you to think. So talk to people and give them actual facts and true personal stories. The more examples you can present where actual people are adversely affected by Trump’s actions and policies, the more genuinely decent folk will be willing to listen to the other side. Bill Clinton perfected the art of bringing up an individual’s story during town hall meetings and speeches in order to illustrate or prove larger points. So don’t simply assert things, however true they may be, like “Trump’s across-the-board federal hiring freeze is a stupid policy!” Back it up with examples. Talk about the person you met recently who is a translator and analyst who received security clearance for a job doing intel work for the Army, but whose job was frozen indefinitely by Trump’s mandate. Not only does this policy adversely affect the individual in question, but it could put our troops further in harm’s way by denying them the intelligence they need to protect themselves, and who wants to take unnecessary risks with the lives our fine young men and women who stand ready to make the ultimate sacrifice for our country every day? So find these stories and be prepared to give chapter and verse if challenged.
     This of course will not work on Trump himself and others who, like him, have no shame and no capacity for reflecting on the possibility that they may be in error. However, I believe with Anne Frank that most folks are decent and agree generally on the principles of democracy, fairness, and equality. If this were not the case, then we’d be in even deeper shit. Demagogues like Trump are successful in winning over these otherwise decent people through fear and scapegoating and pretending that self interest is a zero-sum game: I win means you lose. But those of us who live and work in communities, businesses, schools, etc. know that we are successful to the extent that we all cooperate, and we know that we need buy-in from everybody. You can steamroll some of the people some of the time, but you can’t steamroll all of the people all of the time. 
     But you can sure try by gerrymandering, denying people the right to vote, and by engaging in other tactics of intimidation. This is where we also need to rise up in our districts and demand that rule of law be maintained. Clearly, the mentality of Trump and the GOP is that they will do whatever they can in order to extend and maintain their dominion. Travel bans, racial targeting for suppressing the vote, and, of course, the mind-boggling stupidity of proposing the wall are all intended to bolster the support of those who are as racist and bigoted as Trump and his advisor, Steve Bannon, but these policies are not embraced by the majority of Americans and their adverse repercussions for all Americans are patent. The metrics of political calculation may have been off for the General Election, but the changing demographics of the country suggest that such a male chauvinist, white supremacist political philosophy cannot be sustained indefinitely. And, it will take even more authoritarianism to enforce this philosophy in the short term. 
     However, the mere presence of women and persons of color will not assure true diversity and inclusion in our representation unless we make this a central part of our mission. White Americans of good faith who thought they were burying the spectre of racism with the election of Barack Obama have ignored or apologized for the seedy underside of portions of middle America, whose own fears have been used against them. Jobs have been lost to technology and the necessity for global capitalism to maximize profits at the expense of people, but rather than recognize the true sources for the shrinking of the middle class, Trump and his ilk appeal to a savage tribalism of blaming the other. The lukewarm and even apathetic reception Hillary received from black voters was owing in part to the fact that the Democrats have taken the black vote for granted for too long, and people are fed up with the failed policies of neo-liberals, who have made their Mephistophelean pacts with big money. This is why the Democrats were foolish to torpedo Bernie Sanders, whose real populism actually stood a chance against the faux populism of Trump. 
      Which is why we need to find a different political way, and a way to talk about all this. The trolling of fake news and the President’s attacks on the media and free speech need to be rebuffed in the strongest possible way. Trump and his surrogates—both external (yes, Putin, I mean you!) and internal--cannot be allowed to control the media and the narrative or we are lost. There has never been such a threat to the Republic by a sitting President in our history, and it is up to us to expose the lies, denounce the divisiveness, and stand up for our rights. 

-- Electric Dave
  This is,I Applaud The Electric One For Taking The Time Out Of His Busy Schedule To Pen A Few Words For Us,And I Believe Sometimes These Things Need To Be Said,Even At The Cost Of Losing Readers,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Generally it must be stated that realpolitik has been better at dividing than at ruling. Take it as a whole since Kissinger called on the Shah in 1972, and see what the harvest has been since.”
- Christopher Hitchens, -

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A Day Of Living Homeless

I am getting a late start to my writing today.I just got back from the courthouse.Yes,I was in court.I was doing an experiment, which I was calling;"A Day of Living Homeless."I got up at my usual time,made sure my son had a ride to school,got a backpack full of what I thought the average homeless person carried with him,and headed out to meet the day head on.Since it was raining,the first order of business was to find shelter.The obvious shelter was under a bridge.I saw the remnants of other homeless compadres,but no one was around where I could pick his brain about the inand outs of homelessness.I did find a cardboard sign already printed with the words,Homeless-Please-Help.So off I went to the nearest busiest corner where enough traffic would see my plight.Surely,the good people of my city would lend a helping handand I could write their story.What I saw though,was car after,with driver after drivercalling someone on their cellphones.And who did they call?I wasn't panhandling for more than twenty minutes when two squad cars pulled up.One officer got of his carand tasered me.Hauling me off to jail.In court the Judge asked me,"How do you plea?"I asked,"What are the charges?"The Judge said,"It is illegal to be homeless in the City of Temecula.""Off to jail you go."Well,I produced a driver's license with my address on it,got the charge down to panhandling,which is also illegal,and bailed out with the help of my family.The moral of the story is,know the Law before you act like a bum. 
 This is,Actually I Was On Jury Duty TodayBut Got So Bored With The Whole ProcessI Started Daydreaming This Story,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“The jury is supposed to be twelve peers, but technically that would mean every single person on the jury should have Asperger's syndrome, because then they'd really understand me.”
- Jodi Picoult, -
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I Believe My Scientific Methods, And Explanations Are Sound.

If you are aReligious Person,you certainly do not believeor agree withDarwinism.Right now,I am having a real hard time believing in it myself,when I am told that this is my long lost relative. I did know people who had acne this bad inHigh Schooland others who had aBig Mouth,but nobody was thatGreenwith envy.
Bag-like sea creature was humans' oldest known ancestor. "A tiny sea creature identified from fossils found in China may be the earliest known step on an evolutionary path that eventually led to the emergence of humans." From Saint John's College, University of Cambridge
Let's take a look at why theResearcherssay thisMicroscopic-Sea-Bag-Creatureis our long lostAncestor.
"Named Saccorhytus, after the sack-like features created by its elliptical body and large mouth, the species is new to science and was identified from micro-fossils found in China. It is thought to be the most primitive example of a so-called deuterostome -- a broad biological category that encompasses a number of sub-groups, including the vertebrates."
Do you see our first clue?Deuterostome.Which is;A mouth that develops separately from the blastopore.Yes,blastopore is associated with the digestive track.So,since it has a mouthand food doesn't get blasted straight threw the microbe,it resembles us?
"Modern humans are, however, unlikely to perceive much by way of a family resemblance. Saccorhytus was about a millimeter in size, and probably lived between grains of sand on the seabed. Its features were spectacularly preserved in the fossil record -- and intriguingly, the researchers were unable to find any evidence that the animal had an anus."
That explanation won't do.Without an ass,how can humanity becomeAsinine?
"Most other early deuterostome groups are from about 510 to 520 million years ago, when they had already begun to diversify into not just the vertebrates, but the sea squirts, echinoderms (animals such as starfish and sea urchins) and hemichordates (a group including things like acorn worms). This level of diversity has made it extremely difficult to work out what an earlier, common ancestor might have looked like."
Now I had enough already.Sea Squirtsand I are related?"Sea squirts have a tunic, or test, which attaches to a substrate."
What?If I had to wear aTunicall day I would beTestytoo!And just because I am overSixty-Years-Oldand hold myMother'shand,does not mean I have beenSubstrateorSubdued.I just feel secure when I do it.
"Sea squirts have two siphons - an inhalant siphon, which they use to pull water into their body, and an exhalant siphon, which they use to expel water and wastes. When disturbed, a sea squirt may eject water from its siphon, which is how this creature got its name. If you remove a sea squirt from the water, you may get a wet surprise!"
By Jennifer Kennedy Marine Life Expert for about education.com I guess that does sound like relatives of mine.But only on myWife'sside of the family.They are alwaysSquirtingandBlastoporingall over the house when they come to visit.  And then I have to clean it up!
This is,I Am No Biologist,But I Believe My Scientific Methods,And Explanations Are Sound.Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“These mysteries about how we evolved should not distract us from the indisputable fact that we did evolve.”
- Jerry A. Coyne - That is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,or a Suggestion,and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading.

Guildies

Today isSunday,where in theCatholic Culture,it is the day to praise theLord.InJudaism,the religiousJewsobserve theirSabbathbeginning at nightfall onFridayand lasts until nightfall onSaturday.Fridayis also an important day of the week forMuslims.It is the day thatMuslimsgather together to pray in congregations.Why am I bringing up these facts about only these threeReligions?First,I want to thank them for setting aside a day of rest for thePoor & Middle Classsince their inception.Before they became powerful enough to take on the leaders of theWorld,theEliteworked everyone seven days a week year round.Second,these are the only three religions that I have been exposed to personally in my lifetime.Third,these are based mainly on the same doctrines but written by differentReligious Leadersat different times inHistory.My point being.All three ask that you open up your hearts to people who are less fortunate then yourself.So I am asking everyone to help aFamilyinKentuckywho could use the kindness from someGood Samaritans. Tama Moore /Pollard Funeral Expenses Tama Moore passed away January 27, 2017 unexpectedly leaving friends and family bewildered and devastated by her passing. Tama leaves behind three children and we are asking for any assistance possible to help them fund their mom's final resting place and funeral, as Tama did not have insurance to help with final costs. Any donations no matter how small are appreciated. Tama was an active gamer and much loved by guild mates and friends. Both her guild "The Knight's Code" and her Argent Dawn beginnings "Raging Inferno" will deeply miss her kindness and generous heart. Tama will be sorely missed by Family, Friends and Guildies. She touched the lives of many.The link above is toTama Moore's gofundme Page.Please help if you can.The reason I became involved is because of herGuildand what I heard they did for her.
(Click on any of the following pictures and they will expand larger so you will be able to read what is being said in each snapshot.)
"My aunt/guild leader in World of Warcraft passed away over the weekend. Our guildies held a funeral service for her in Stormwind & people from all over came to pay their respects. It was beautiful & she will be deeply missed. by drewye91 "
This is, Hoping I Make An Impact On The Lives Of My FriendsAnd Family,Jim Hauenstein,

And,
"On the parable of the Good Samaritan: "I imagine that the first question the priest and Levite asked was: 'If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?' But by the very nature of his concern, the good Samaritan reversed the question: 'If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?”
- Martin Luther King Jr., -

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I want to especially thank Danielle Doe and Andrew Hurley for telling me about this story and supplying the Links I needed to write about it.
Tama Moore / Pollard Funeral Expenses GoFundMe
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Science, As We Know It Now

Did you ever wonder where that clean fresh water we like to drink,bathe,and swim in came from?I have,since the theory that water came from icy comets has many flaws to it.Mainly,because it has been proven that comets contain mostlyHeavy Water."Heavy water is a form of water that contains a larger than normal amount of the hydrogen isotope deuterium, rather than the common hydrogen-1 isotope that makes up most of the hydrogen in normal water. The presence of deuterium gives the chemical different nuclear properties, and the increase of mass gives it different physical and chemical properties compared to normal light water."- WikipediaSo I am a believer in the newest theory on the block. Did Earth makes its own water deep in the mantle? New theory could solve the mystery of our planet's liquid past. By "Scientists have long been perplexed by the mystery of how Earth got its water, with many suggesting it formed after icy comets collided with our planet billions of years ago. But, a new study suggest it may have been born within Earth itself. New computer simulations show how reactions between liquid hydrogen and quartz in the upper mantle could form water – and the researchers say this could trigger earthquakes deep below the surface. The study examined the reaction of silicon dioxide and liquid hydrogen at varying temperatures and pressures found in the upper mantle, roughly 40-400 kilometers deep (24-248 miles), according to New Scientist. This revealed that, at about 1400°C and with pressure 20,000 times higher than atmospheric pressure, the silica and hydrogen react in a way that produces liquid water and silicon hydride. Silica is found widely throughout the planet, with quartz being it’s most common and stable form, and researchers say it’s possible that a reaction of this kind – rather than an extraterrestrial object – produced water on Earth."  This next story,I never knew was a problem,or phobia.I just thought people had bad obnoxious behavioral patterns that just annoyed me.  Misophonia: Scientists crack why eating sounds can make people angry. By James Gallagher Health and science reporter, BBC News website"The condition, misophonia, is far more than simply disliking noises such as nails being scraped down a blackboard. I feel there's a threat and get the urge to lash out - it's the fight or flight response, says Olana Tansley-Hancock, 29, from Kent. UK scientists have shown some people's brains become hardwired to produce an "excessive" emotional response. Olana developed the condition when she was eight years old. Her trigger sounds include breathing, eating and rustling noises. She told BBC News: Anyone eating crisps is always going to set me off, the rustle of the packet is enough to start a reaction. It's not a general annoyance, it's an immediate 'Oh my God, what is that sound?' I need to get away from it or stop it. I spent a long time avoiding places like the cinema. I'd have to move carriages seven or eight times on 30-minute train journeys, and I left a job after three months as I spent more time crying and having panic attacks than working. The results, published in the journal Current Biology, revealed the part of the brain that joins our senses with our emotions - the anterior insular cortex - was overly active in misophonia. And it was wired up and connected to other parts of the brain differently in those with misophonia."
 Since,my phobia still thinks it's obnoxious people making all the noise,I am not so sure what to make of this study.Is it a waste of money,or are we helping some people?

I know the way my generation grew up.I was told to get over itor get a good whipping.I know you can't whip anyone anymore,but I will tell you something.I was cured of a lot of phobias growing up,very quickly!
This is,Quoting Proverbs 29:15The rod and rebuke give wisdom, but a child left to himself brings shame to his mother.And I Have The Wisdom To Prove It Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“It is from the Bible that man has learned cruelty, rapine, and murder; for the belief of a cruel God makes a cruel man.”
- Thomas Paine, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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Do not forget to comeback this coming Thursday for another exciting Chapter of the Weekly Serial;The Man From Mars!

Rubbing For Good Luck

I have stated,more than once,how I like to start the weekend off,by being funny on myFriday Posts.Last week,I did a piece,which made fun of ourPresident.Still Believing This Life Is All A Good Joke. Which,in hindsight,I still think was very funny.But,whatever galvanizes people around aPolitical Leader,people have a hands off approach toDonald TrumpthePresident.No matter if you are foror against him.History has shown though,since the time ofBenjamin Franklin'sprinting press inBoston,Political Cartoons & Satirehas been a"Main Stay"for humor.And I am not talking about the foremast on a sailing ship here.Get it,"Main Stay."It's part of a sailing ship.Okay,some jokes just aren't that funny.But,is there a place in our laugh box for observational humor as well?That is the question I would like to explore today. By this picture alone,you might think I would try to make fun of ancient man wearing dresses. Or that men were pretty girlie when fashion consisted of adding a feather whenever you could. These are not the sarcastic points of view I am going for,as you observe this quick history of fashion. There is a stigma forMen,just like there has always been forWomen. Men'sheads are ugly compared to aWoman's,so we naturally cover it up!
My best friendScottand I were going bald at the same time,at the same speed.It did not matter though,because when we would put our heads together,we could really make an ass out of ourselves!
And besides,Godmade a lot of beautiful heads in thisWorld,but the ones he didn't like,he covered up!
This is,Bald Is BeautifulAnd Not Just For Rubbing For Good Luck Either,Jim Hauenstein,
And,This is the hat I see in all of our futures. “For no matter what the world, men who deal in head-wear are men to be trusted above any other.”
- Frank Beddor -

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The Man From Mars - Chapter Four

  I arrived at the airport, got out of the cab at the loading zone, retrieved my luggage, and paid the cabbie in cash. Hoping to delay anyone trying to find me, that little bit longer.
  It is easy to follow a trail of credit card purchases, almost instantly. As soon as you make a purchase, on the computer of whomever is trailing you, it pops up with your exact location.
  Most people think that they can evacuate the area before anyone arrives after using their cards, but with a coordinated search effort by the right kind of law enforcement, you will be trapped in an one mile radius, just not knowing about your impending arrest.
  I pull the handle out of my luggage so I could pull it behind me since it was the kind that has the wheels.
  I watch as the cab I rode in pull away, when I realized, I had the just made the biggest error all fugitives make. My cell phone rang.
  I still had my cell phone.
  I answered it. "Hello?"
  "George." Says a familiar sounding voice. "It's Chad Smith. We met at the Presidential Press Corp Dinner this last April. You told me, if I ever had an inside scoop about the happenings at the White House, I could always call you."
  "Yes, Chad, hi. I'm sorry, but I'm on a flight out of New York as we speak. I'm going on vacation. I'll call you when I get back." Then quickly hung up the phone before he could say another word.
  I didn't have a second to waste.
  I put my cell phone inside my luggage and went to the Men's room. Pulled out the box containing the amulet, changed clothes, combed my hair differently, and walked out to find a ticket booth.
  I purchased a one-way, non-stop ticket to Los Angeles. Made sure to check-in my luggage on the flight, and headed in a roundabout way to the unloading zone to hail another cab.
  You might think I am being overly paranoid for someone who has an amulet which may or may not be valuable. By the actions of the technician, being a whack job, who is to say he knew what he was doing. And why should I believe some stranger about tales of Atlantis? But when you have a Secret Service Agent calling you personally, and goes by the name Chad Smith, red flags should be popping up all over the place for you.
  I wanted some answers first before I had anything over to the Government. And I wanted those answers from the Man from Mars.
  After getting into a cab, I gave the driver a Queens address where I knew a bus stop was right next to a jeweler. I found out about the place when I was doing a piece on dug dealers riding in the back of the bus, while customers would come on at one stop, then hop off at the next. With the dealers paying off the bus drivers to be quiet.
  I was in luck, the place was still opened when I arrived.
  I went inside and got half the amount my Rolex Oyster was worth. Seven-thousand-five-hundred dollars.
  Went outside, waited for the bus, and planned my next move.


To Be Continued...
Next Thursday.
This is,I Cannot Wait To Find Out What Happens Next Week,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“The symbolism seemed so apt. The same technology that can propel apocalyptic weapons from continent to continent would enable the first human voyage to another planet. It was a choice of fitting mythic power: to embrace the planet named after, rather than the madness ascribed to, the god of war.” - Carl Sagan - This is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,or a Suggestion,and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading. 

5 Best Posts Of January, 2017

For thisPost,I am a day lateand a dollar short.But I couldn't wait a day longer to put out my original story,One Dual Consciousnessyesterday.Still,it is only the first of a brand new month,so I can write aPostcalled,The Five Best Posts of January, 2017 without any guilt.And if you know me personally,you would know that my ego is so large,that I seldom feel guilty about anything.Now,do not flood me with emails stating I should be ashamed of myself for not being more remorseful over certain actions in my life.If you live by the motto that I do,which is,"Always do the right thing in all situations,"you have less mistakes in life to feel guilty about.I should have been aPhilosopheror something!But,this isn't aPostabout stating an obvious life lesson.This is aPostcelebratingThe Five Best Posts of January, 2017.
The Fifth Best Post of January is; I'll Be Bingeing My Favorite Sci-Fi, Now That's A Pardeeee!Another humorous romp through the mind of TwoBuckHowie. On Fridays I like to try to bring a little humor to all of our lives. On January 6th, it was about jokes with the theme of beer, bars, and bar-tending. I ended the Post with a humorous YouTube video called, The Real Housewives Of ISIS.
The Fourth Best Post of January is; 
Letters Of Recommendation
My long winded story about how I have been asked over the years to write Letters of Recommendation for people looking for employment. I give an example of a letter I wrote, stating anyone can use it for free. I also state I am willing to write letters for anyone out there for a small fee. No one took me up on it.

The Third Best Post of January is;
The 5 Best Stories I Wrote Last Year, Chosen By You, The Readers 
Thanking everyone who comes to this Blog and reads my original stories. I am especially proud of the fact that so many people enjoy my story called, A-L-I-V which was the number one read original, by a long shot, of all the stories I wrote. Thank you again.


The Second Best Post of January is; 
Oh, Did I Mention The Cold War?
My comparison of growing up during the turbulent 1960s, then what is going on today. The 60s had way more violent days through the decade than we have today. The only difference that I can see is, we didn't have access to any social media or instant news. Sometimes you wouldn't hear about a riot until days later.

The Number One Best Post of January, 2017 is;
Blind Man 
I am ecstatic that another original story of mine is the number one read Post, of any month. The story centers around a man who was blind since childhood and receives a new procedure to regain his eyesight back. After being able to see, the World, as he knew it, no longer seems as beautiful. He even looses his wife to his new found bitterness. When a home-invasion occurs, he asks his assailant to blind him once again so he couldn't pick him out of a line up or testify against him. This way, the assailant would not have to kill the Blind Man.
 
There you have it,and I hope you come back for more.Thank you,and always keep reading,no matter what it is.
This is,Working On My Second Book To Be Released Later This Year,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”
- Ernest Hemingway - That is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,or a Suggestion,and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading.