This intense surveillance campaign came out of the FBI’s fear of King’s role and influence in the Civil Rights Movement. Not only did King condemn racism and segregation, but war, militarism and capitalism.
“We as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin the shift from a ‘thing‐oriented’ society to a ‘person‐oriented’ society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered,” King said in his 1967 “Beyond Vietnam” speech.
 
Image Transcription:
Image 1
[Background image of MLK being taken by police officers]
[Top Right Corner: Party for Socialism and Liberation logo]
We must mark him now, if wehave not done so before, as the most dangerous Negro of the future in this Nation from the standpoint of communism, the Negro and national security.
William Sullivan, Director of FBl Intelligence,1963
Image 2: FBI letter telling MLK to kill himself.
King,
In view of your low grade, abnormal personal behavoir [sic] I will not dignify your name with either a Mr. or a Reverend or a Dr. And, your last name calls to mind only the type of King such as King Henry the VIII and his countless acts of adultery and immoral conduct lower than that of a beast.
King, look into your heart. You know you are a complete fraud and a great liability to all of us Negroes. White people in this country have enough frauds of their own but I am sure they don’t have one at this time that is any where near your equal. You are no clergyman and you know it. I repeat you are a colossal fraud and an evil, vicious one at that. You could not believe in God and act as you do. Clearly you don’t believe in any personal moral principles.
King, like all frauds your end is approaching. You could have been our greatest leader. You, even at an early age have turned out to be not a leader but a dissolute, abnormal moral imbecile. We will now have to depend on our older leaders like Wilkins a man of character and thank God we have others like him. But you are done. Your “honorary” degrees, your Nobel Prize (what a grim farce) and other awards will not save you. King, I repeat you are done.
No person can overcome facts, not even a fraud like yourself. Lend your sexually psychotic ear to the enclosure. You will find yourself and in all your dirt, filth, evil and moronic talk exposed on the record for all time. I repeat — no person can argue successfully against facts. You are finished. You will find on the record for all time your filthy, dirty, evil companions, male and females giving expression with you to your hidious abnormalities. And some of them to pretend to be ministers of the Gospel. Satan could not do more. What incredible evilness. It is all there on the record, your sexual orgies. Listen to yourself you filthy, abnormal animal. You are on the record. You have been on the record — all your adulterous acts, your sexual orgies extending far into the past. This one is but a tiny sample. You will understand this. Yes, from your various evil playmates on the east coast to ⁠[redacted] and others on the west coast and outside the country you are on the record. King you are done.
The American public, the church organizations that have been helping — Protestant, Catholic and Jews will know you for what you are — an evil, abnormal beast. So will others who have backed you. You are done.
King, there is only one thing left for you to do. You know what it is. You have just 34 days in which to do (this exact number has been selected for a specific reason, it has definite practical significant.) You are done. There is but one way out for you. You better take it before your filthy, abnormal fraudulent self is bared to the nation.
 
Image Source: https://www.instagram.com/pslnational/p/C5Wcl2gOuTc/
FBI–King suicide letter photo source: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/FBI–King_suicide_letter
Whitewashing 101: How To Rewrite Black History: https://youtu.be/i3uvcydrxYk?feature=shared
Why American History Whitewashes Radical Figures: https://youtu.be/NS29ppULSZE?feature=shared
Party for Socialism and Liberation linktr.ee: https://linktr.ee/pslnational?fbclid=PAAaa6LA0JR1iqXLIiVCbm5Cue5AzGUuR6OvxnJnwPh-jLU48lgGl-nYGmwtg_aem_AebkYpswi8zp8FDbspXG32O4iszAmNZcNaz9AocdI8UPc3eQiGay0KYQyNqlZptIO_0
Socialist Reconstruction: A Better Future for the United States by the Party for Socialism and Liberation: https://www.liberationstore.org/products/socialist-reconstruction-a-better-future-for-the-united-states
Socialist Reconstruction: A Better Future for the United States by the Party for Socialism and Liberation - Audiobook: https://www.audible.com/pd/Socialist-Reconstruction-Audiobook/B0CFNBBDRQ
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BDS Movement: https://bdsmovement.net/get-involved/what-to-boycott
National Lawyers Guild: https://www.nlg.org/our-work/
Why Are Democrats Funding The Far Right?: https://youtu.be/kqgP9Ft_1CY?feature=shared
52 countries voted at the UN AGAINST the resolution on combating the glorification of Nazism: https://www.reddit.com/GreenAndPleasant/s/9IgzSWJnVs
USA Corporations Keep Donating to GOP Campaigns Despite Post-Trump Pledge to "Protect Democracy": https://youtu.be/9ToyB7DZLzw?feature=shared
What would you do if your neighbor was starving? This is not a hypothetical. Right now the U.S. government is deliberately starving the Cuban people 90 miles to our South. We all must act now! people of conscience in the United States have to speak up and take action to let Cuba live. We’ve all been outraged to see the urgent aid for Rafah blocked at the border, while famine stalks the Palestinian people. We can’t allow the same thing to happen directly to our south. Please make a donation today — give bread to our neighbor. https://secure.givelively.org/donate/peoples-forum-inc/let-cuba-live-bread-for-our-neighbors?utm_source=brevo&utm_campaign=Bread%20For%20Our%20Neighbors%20Let%20Cuba%20Live&utm_medium=email
New U.S. operations against Cuba reveal its injustice: https://www.radiohc.cu/en/noticias/nacionales/352172-new-us-operations-against-cuba-reveal-its-injustice

This intense surveillance campaign came out of the FBI’s fear of King’s role and influence in the Civil Rights Movement. Not only did King condemn racism and segregation, but war, militarism and capitalism.
“We as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin the shift from a ‘thing‐oriented’ society to a ‘person‐oriented’ society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered,” King said in his 1967 “Beyond Vietnam” speech.
 
Image Transcription:
Image 1
[Background image of MLK being taken by police officers]
[Top Right Corner: Party for Socialism and Liberation logo]
We must mark him now, if wehave not done so before, as the most dangerous Negro of the future in this Nation from the standpoint of communism, the Negro and national security.
William Sullivan, Director of FBl Intelligence,1963
Image 2: FBI letter telling MLK to kill himself.
King,
In view of your low grade, abnormal personal behavoir [sic] I will not dignify your name with either a Mr. or a Reverend or a Dr. And, your last name calls to mind only the type of King such as King Henry the VIII and his countless acts of adultery and immoral conduct lower than that of a beast.
King, look into your heart. You know you are a complete fraud and a great liability to all of us Negroes. White people in this country have enough frauds of their own but I am sure they don’t have one at this time that is any where near your equal. You are no clergyman and you know it. I repeat you are a colossal fraud and an evil, vicious one at that. You could not believe in God and act as you do. Clearly you don’t believe in any personal moral principles.
King, like all frauds your end is approaching. You could have been our greatest leader. You, even at an early age have turned out to be not a leader but a dissolute, abnormal moral imbecile. We will now have to depend on our older leaders like Wilkins a man of character and thank God we have others like him. But you are done. Your “honorary” degrees, your Nobel Prize (what a grim farce) and other awards will not save you. King, I repeat you are done.
No person can overcome facts, not even a fraud like yourself. Lend your sexually psychotic ear to the enclosure. You will find yourself and in all your dirt, filth, evil and moronic talk exposed on the record for all time. I repeat — no person can argue successfully against facts. You are finished. You will find on the record for all time your filthy, dirty, evil companions, male and females giving expression with you to your hidious abnormalities. And some of them to pretend to be ministers of the Gospel. Satan could not do more. What incredible evilness. It is all there on the record, your sexual orgies. Listen to yourself you filthy, abnormal animal. You are on the record. You have been on the record — all your adulterous acts, your sexual orgies extending far into the past. This one is but a tiny sample. You will understand this. Yes, from your various evil playmates on the east coast to ⁠[redacted] and others on the west coast and outside the country you are on the record. King you are done.
The American public, the church organizations that have been helping — Protestant, Catholic and Jews will know you for what you are — an evil, abnormal beast. So will others who have backed you. You are done.
King, there is only one thing left for you to do. You know what it is. You have just 34 days in which to do (this exact number has been selected for a specific reason, it has definite practical significant.) You are done. There is but one way out for you. You better take it before your filthy, abnormal fraudulent self is bared to the nation.
 
Image Source: https://www.instagram.com/pslnational/p/C5Wcl2gOuTc/
FBI–King suicide letter photo source: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/FBI–King_suicide_letter
Whitewashing 101: How To Rewrite Black History: https://youtu.be/i3uvcydrxYk?feature=shared
Why American History Whitewashes Radical Figures: https://youtu.be/NS29ppULSZE?feature=shared
Party for Socialism and Liberation linktr.ee: https://linktr.ee/pslnational?fbclid=PAAaa6LA0JR1iqXLIiVCbm5Cue5AzGUuR6OvxnJnwPh-jLU48lgGl-nYGmwtg_aem_AebkYpswi8zp8FDbspXG32O4iszAmNZcNaz9AocdI8UPc3eQiGay0KYQyNqlZptIO_0
Socialist Reconstruction: A Better Future for the United States by the Party for Socialism and Liberation: https://www.liberationstore.org/products/socialist-reconstruction-a-better-future-for-the-united-states
Socialist Reconstruction: A Better Future for the United States by the Party for Socialism and Liberation - Audiobook: https://www.audible.com/pd/Socialist-Reconstruction-Audiobook/B0CFNBBDRQ
https://www.palestineiseverywhere.com
https://students4gaza.directory
Palestinian Youth Movement linktr.ee: https://linktr.ee/palestinianyouthmovement
Get SMS texts with actions you can take in real time. With so much censorship on social media, this is the fastest way you can find out about new action alerts.: https://act.uscpr.org/a/call-action-gaza?_gl=1*1255jsg*_ga*MTU0NDg0NzA0OS4xNzAxOTIxODUw*_ga_V3XSVFXGN5*MTcwMTkyMTg0OS4xLjEuMTcwMTkyMTkxMC4wLjAuMA..
BDS Movement: https://bdsmovement.net/get-involved/what-to-boycott
National Lawyers Guild: https://www.nlg.org/our-work/
Why Are Democrats Funding The Far Right?: https://youtu.be/kqgP9Ft_1CY?feature=shared
52 countries voted at the UN AGAINST the resolution on combating the glorification of Nazism: https://www.reddit.com/GreenAndPleasant/s/9IgzSWJnVs
USA Corporations Keep Donating to GOP Campaigns Despite Post-Trump Pledge to "Protect Democracy": https://youtu.be/9ToyB7DZLzw?feature=shared
What would you do if your neighbor was starving? This is not a hypothetical. Right now the U.S. government is deliberately starving the Cuban people 90 miles to our South. We all must act now! people of conscience in the United States have to speak up and take action to let Cuba live. We’ve all been outraged to see the urgent aid for Rafah blocked at the border, while famine stalks the Palestinian people. We can’t allow the same thing to happen directly to our south. Please make a donation today — give bread to our neighbor. https://secure.givelively.org/donate/peoples-forum-inc/let-cuba-live-bread-for-our-neighbors?utm_source=brevo&utm_campaign=Bread%20For%20Our%20Neighbors%20Let%20Cuba%20Live&utm_medium=email
New U.S. operations against Cuba reveal its injustice: https://www.radiohc.cu/en/noticias/nacionales/352172-new-us-operations-against-cuba-reveal-its-injustice

This intense surveillance campaign came out of the FBI’s fear of King’s role and influence in the Civil Rights Movement. Not only did King condemn racism and segregation, but war, militarism and capitalism.
“We as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin the shift from a ‘thing‐oriented’ society to a ‘person‐oriented’ society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered,” King said in his 1967 “Beyond Vietnam” speech.
 
Image Transcription:
Image 1
[Background image of MLK being taken by police officers]
[Top Right Corner: Party for Socialism and Liberation logo]
We must mark him now, if wehave not done so before, as the most dangerous Negro of the future in this Nation from the standpoint of communism, the Negro and national security.
William Sullivan, Director of FBl Intelligence,1963
Image 2: FBI letter telling MLK to kill himself.
King,
In view of your low grade, abnormal personal behavoir [sic] I will not dignify your name with either a Mr. or a Reverend or a Dr. And, your last name calls to mind only the type of King such as King Henry the VIII and his countless acts of adultery and immoral conduct lower than that of a beast.
King, look into your heart. You know you are a complete fraud and a great liability to all of us Negroes. White people in this country have enough frauds of their own but I am sure they don’t have one at this time that is any where near your equal. You are no clergyman and you know it. I repeat you are a colossal fraud and an evil, vicious one at that. You could not believe in God and act as you do. Clearly you don’t believe in any personal moral principles.
King, like all frauds your end is approaching. You could have been our greatest leader. You, even at an early age have turned out to be not a leader but a dissolute, abnormal moral imbecile. We will now have to depend on our older leaders like Wilkins a man of character and thank God we have others like him. But you are done. Your “honorary” degrees, your Nobel Prize (what a grim farce) and other awards will not save you. King, I repeat you are done.
No person can overcome facts, not even a fraud like yourself. Lend your sexually psychotic ear to the enclosure. You will find yourself and in all your dirt, filth, evil and moronic talk exposed on the record for all time. I repeat — no person can argue successfully against facts. You are finished. You will find on the record for all time your filthy, dirty, evil companions, male and females giving expression with you to your hidious abnormalities. And some of them to pretend to be ministers of the Gospel. Satan could not do more. What incredible evilness. It is all there on the record, your sexual orgies. Listen to yourself you filthy, abnormal animal. You are on the record. You have been on the record — all your adulterous acts, your sexual orgies extending far into the past. This one is but a tiny sample. You will understand this. Yes, from your various evil playmates on the east coast to ⁠[redacted] and others on the west coast and outside the country you are on the record. King you are done.
The American public, the church organizations that have been helping — Protestant, Catholic and Jews will know you for what you are — an evil, abnormal beast. So will others who have backed you. You are done.
King, there is only one thing left for you to do. You know what it is. You have just 34 days in which to do (this exact number has been selected for a specific reason, it has definite practical significant.) You are done. There is but one way out for you. You better take it before your filthy, abnormal fraudulent self is bared to the nation.
 
Image Source: https://www.instagram.com/pslnational/p/C5Wcl2gOuTc/
FBI–King suicide letter photo source: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/FBI–King_suicide_letter
Whitewashing 101: How To Rewrite Black History: https://youtu.be/i3uvcydrxYk?feature=shared
Why American History Whitewashes Radical Figures: https://youtu.be/NS29ppULSZE?feature=shared
Party for Socialism and Liberation linktr.ee: https://linktr.ee/pslnational?fbclid=PAAaa6LA0JR1iqXLIiVCbm5Cue5AzGUuR6OvxnJnwPh-jLU48lgGl-nYGmwtg_aem_AebkYpswi8zp8FDbspXG32O4iszAmNZcNaz9AocdI8UPc3eQiGay0KYQyNqlZptIO_0
Socialist Reconstruction: A Better Future for the United States by the Party for Socialism and Liberation: https://www.liberationstore.org/products/socialist-reconstruction-a-better-future-for-the-united-states
Socialist Reconstruction: A Better Future for the United States by the Party for Socialism and Liberation - Audiobook: https://www.audible.com/pd/Socialist-Reconstruction-Audiobook/B0CFNBBDRQ
https://www.palestineiseverywhere.com
https://students4gaza.directory
Palestinian Youth Movement linktr.ee: https://linktr.ee/palestinianyouthmovement
Get SMS texts with actions you can take in real time. With so much censorship on social media, this is the fastest way you can find out about new action alerts.: https://act.uscpr.org/a/call-action-gaza?_gl=1*1255jsg*_ga*MTU0NDg0NzA0OS4xNzAxOTIxODUw*_ga_V3XSVFXGN5*MTcwMTkyMTg0OS4xLjEuMTcwMTkyMTkxMC4wLjAuMA..
BDS Movement: https://bdsmovement.net/get-involved/what-to-boycott
National Lawyers Guild: https://www.nlg.org/our-work/
Why Are Democrats Funding The Far Right?: https://youtu.be/kqgP9Ft_1CY?feature=shared
52 countries voted at the UN AGAINST the resolution on combating the glorification of Nazism: https://www.reddit.com/GreenAndPleasant/s/9IgzSWJnVs
USA Corporations Keep Donating to GOP Campaigns Despite Post-Trump Pledge to "Protect Democracy": https://youtu.be/9ToyB7DZLzw?feature=shared
What would you do if your neighbor was starving? This is not a hypothetical. Right now the U.S. government is deliberately starving the Cuban people 90 miles to our South. We all must act now! people of conscience in the United States have to speak up and take action to let Cuba live. We’ve all been outraged to see the urgent aid for Rafah blocked at the border, while famine stalks the Palestinian people. We can’t allow the same thing to happen directly to our south. Please make a donation today — give bread to our neighbor. https://secure.givelively.org/donate/peoples-forum-inc/let-cuba-live-bread-for-our-neighbors?utm_source=brevo&utm_campaign=Bread%20For%20Our%20Neighbors%20Let%20Cuba%20Live&utm_medium=email
New U.S. operations against Cuba reveal its injustice: https://www.radiohc.cu/en/noticias/nacionales/352172-new-us-operations-against-cuba-reveal-its-injustice

A new month, and our last full one. Just over five weeks remaining in our silly little bike ride. What an adventure!
We pick up at lunch yesterday, Bryce got a pepper melt burger and I got a spicy chili burger. These were good! The food at the park was a good balance of price and quality, spaland definitely was on the low end of both. We ate on an astroturf hillside as there were no tables available, but we were hungry and the food was messy so we were happy to sit and eat our sloppy burgers.
After eating, we wanted to get another go at Eejenaika, which turned out to be a rough wait. We waited for an hour and a half and by the time we got to the front we were pretty drained. The ride was awesome, but maybe the second side we went on was rougher? It felt like we were thrown around more. I came off feeling pretty shook up, but it was still good.
Next we wandered around a little bit to see what was left. Neither of us can handle rides that just spin and the freefall rides aren't Bryce's cup of tea, so we had the water rides, the haunted house, and the impossible games house. It was too cool for getting soaked, the haunted house cost more money, but the impossible games room was a 20 minute wait and didn't cost anything so we decided to check it out.
Waiting inside, we learned it was a series of games that were scored and if you met a threshold you could advance. We did well enough on the first stage, but the second presented us with a game that was very confusing because the English translation wasn't very good. We spent half our time just scratching our heads about what the hell we were supposed to do, and by the time we had sorted through everything the game was over and we couldn't recover.
I got unexpectedly upset from this, remembering how badly I've handled escape room situations before. There's no reason why failing a game at a theme park should upset me, let alone one that's specifically designed to be impossible to fully accomplish (hence the impossible games, which supposedly have never been beaten). We sat on a bench and talked about it, as I got upset enough that it totally tanked my mood and nearly derailed the whole day for me. This sort of visceral reaction is usually some unresolved trauma, and usually in childhood if one needs to point to some era. I guess escape rooms feel like school tests, being under a timer really ups the stress. Who knows. I was pretty badly rattled by the coaster before lunch and we did quite a few intense rides that up until recently I wouldn't have had much chance of tolerating. It adds to it, but there's definitely an undercurrent that I need to investigate and resolve in that area. Failing is okay, especially when there's no stakes and I can't know the rules beforehand without cheating.
After I had calmed down a bit, Bryce wanted to ride Zokkan again and I felt I wanted to end the day on a high note, so we went in. Luckily there wasn't much line to deal with, and the ride was amazing again. A British guy in the front car was being funny by miming backing up a car when the train reversed and we all had a blast. A perfect way to pick up the pieces and end strong.
We needed to get out of the town after we were done, as we had a problem to deal with, rain the next day. We settled on the plan of getting as far as we could in the evening, then get up early and get to Hakone where we'd stay indoors during the heavy rains that would start in the mid morning and not stop til the next day.
We stopped at a grocery store to pick up some sushi platters for dinner and got riding. We headed for the last lake in the fujioshida region, which was uphill from our location. It was a bit of a grind after walking around all day, and as we rode we went into a dense fog. It felt like biking in soup it was so thick. While it wasn't dark when we got to the lake area, we turned on our lights as we could barely see each other. The lake itself looked vast and spooky, as we could only see past the shore, swan-shaped boats dripping near docks. We biked through a boardwalk area, deserted in the fog, feeling like we couldn't hear anything and nothing was moving in the stillness.
Eventually it was getting dark and I wanted to be situated. It took a few attempts, some areas looked like they had a lot of traffic, another was a university research forest, but we found a beach that had a weedy flat area away from the water that was screened from view by trees. Perfect. The only people who would see us would be dawn walkers and only the ones who can handle stairs. We set up the tent and decided to enjoy dinner in our chairs, looking out at the odd scene of the lake. The fog would come and go, lights from passing cars looking like willowisps in the distance. We happily chatted and shared jokes from the day, our spot being very isolated and nobody was walking past at this hour.
Sleep came easy as the ground we were on was very soft. The beach was made of little pebbles of volcanic rock, so it was soft and light but not dirty per se. The beach looked a little odd as it was totally black. I didn't have much time to write as we were set to get up early to beat the rain.
The next morning I woke after bizarre dreams that don't need repeating, but we were quickly snared by morning snuggles as 5 am is still a little early for us. We got packed up and ate our breakfast of sweetbreads, coffee, and fruit in jelly and were away by 6. The fog was still all around us, but less dense. I wisely made the choice to keep my clothes for the day sealed away in my pack rather than loose in the tent, and they were quite a lot dryer as a result.
Our goal was Hakone, and to get there we needed to get over a pass and down the hill to Gotemba. The ridge was a pain to get up to, very steep roads and mostly gravel, the first we've dealt with so far. No rain yet, or just a light enough mist. Once over the pass, we began a very very long descent into Gotemba. We free wheeled for the better part of an hour, dropping down 700m from the ridge above the lake. We came down out of the clouds which felt like a relief and zoomed down. I practiced keeping my hands loose as I often death-grip my handlebars when freewheeling, but a tight grip won't save me at 60km/h, so if I'm going to be reckless I may as well not cause any more nerve problems in my hands. My left hand is having enough trouble as it is.
Down down down, we went, and then as quick as we got there, we started going up. I was happy that we got to the climb before 8, which hopefully meant we would not have to climb in the rain. At this point, a light drizzle had started, but not enough to warrant a jacket. Climbing with a rain coat is hot and miserable work, but you can't just let yourself get soaked either. Many schoolkids were on their way to school at this hour, we always enjoy seeing the reactions of kids when we honk our respective horns.
The first third of the climb was some rude inclines that went through golf courses. Just real nasty grades that were a bit past our comfort zone. But they were quiet and had lots to look at around them. By contrast, the top two thirds were on the highway, were loud from traffic, but the grade was in our comfort zone. I don't know which I prefer. We made good progress on the easier (but still pretty brutal) grade on the highway, completing the 500m climb within an hour. I was pretty happy the main climb was accomplished by 9am, but fifteen minutes later we started to get some proper rain and our hotel was unfortunately on the other side of the hakone area.
There was no easy way to get there, but the back mountain road seemed to have less overall climbing to do, so I picked that. We landed up having our most brutal climbing yet, and disaster struck when the road we wanted to take was actually a private road that we couldn't access, leaving us no choice but to sacrifice much of the elevation progress we had made and do it all again in a different approach.
We made it to our hotel, which is a quite old ryokan staffed by two Taiwanese ladies, one young and the other middle aged. Both spoke enough English and were pretty funny with how low key they were. They told us to just leave our bags wherever and reserve the private onsen room when it was our check in time. We were pretty happy to sit in the waiting room and read by the window, happy to see the downpour that we avoided. Best to keep the gear dry.
Bryce was texting with his other partner Jae, who is in Japan now, and found that they happened to be on their way to Hakone as well. What a coincidence! We made plans to meet up and have lunch, they were staying in the next town over so we got changed and headed to a bus stop to get on over there. Bryce had a package to mail and we stopped by a 7-11 to use the bathroom. Knowing Jae wanted to go to a number of places during the day, I bought a cheap umbrella from the 7-11 with the intention of donating it to the ryokan when we got back. We were trying to stay dry after all.
Lunch was at an Indian place, where Jae and their friend Rob met us. Jae is vegetarian and choices are a bit limited in Japan, but Indian cuisine has a great deal of veg options and we can't get enough naan, so that was good. Jae and Rob got normal portions, Bryce and I both got the "prince" platter after considering the "king" platter. The food was very good, the curry being some of the better we've had.
We waited at a bus stop for quite a long time to go to Lake Ashi, the first one seemingly not coming on time. We boarded eventually, a full bus and extremely humid from all the wet people on it. The ride was comfortable enough, but I couldn't help but feel that the four of us could have split a cab. Transit isn't especially cheap here, normal transit buses charge by the stop so if there's 16 stops and you ride most of them you can rack up a pretty hefty fee.
We arrived at Lake Ashi and went downstairs to the Lakeview restaurant to have a drink and a snack. The view was indeed lovely, the restaurant and boat dock was pirate themed and giant faux-sail pirate boats were on the lake ferrying passengers across the rainy and windswept waters. The high banks of the lake were full of trees and I could see the comparisons of Hakone being the Banff of Tokyo. It was a lovely Lake to be sure.
Time was getting away from us and there were some black eggs we needed to try on top of the nearby volcano or something, so we took the gondola, much to Bryce's displeasure. He hates gondolas. We arrived without problem, however, and found the clouds up here to be even heavier and the winds and rain even stronger, meaning no views or even going outside the station. No matter, they sold the black eggs at the station as well. They were apparently boiled in the steam that the volcano was constantly producing, sulfuric contaminants producing the black colour. Or something. Some in our party himmed and hawed about how much of an egg they wanted, but we only had a half hour before the last gondola down and I wanted a picture with these damned eggs I went out in the rain and payed a ransom in transit fees to get to. I paid the $6 for four eggs and told my companions if they didn't like them they could throw them off a cliff for all I cared. Naturally, everyone landed up liking the eggs. Smoky hard boiled eggs are pretty good.
The gondola dropped us off near our hotel, so we got checked in and evaluated our dinner options. The ryokan didn't have a kitchen anymore so the best they could offer was noodles. We wanted something a bit more substantial, and we were assured that a cab could take us up the incredibly steep streets back to the ryokan at the top of the mountain town. We walked down to a funky looking hostel bar that seemed to be serving decent food, killing our knees a bit in the process. The bar had a bunch of foreigners and served a decent pizza and lasagne, though both felt a bit odd. Good enough. We wanted to make our 7 o'clock onsen reservation, so we headed over to the station to try to find transportation up the hill. We found that the cable car had stopped operating some time ago, I guess it's only useful as a link between the gondola and the trains below. Taxis were nowhere to be found, we had no phone by which to call one, apps required sms usage to activate, and the train station personnel would not help us hail one.
So we hiked up the hill, 160m on rough legs in the rain. Good grief, what a lousy day for resting. I took us on a bit of a shortcut across the inactive cable car tracks, and we arrived at our ryokan fully winded and ready for a bath. I guess we had to earn it. We went up to our room to get changed and lo and behold the windowless room was stuffy inside. There seemed to be an air conditioning unit, but it didn't work. No windows and no AC. This wasn't going to work with two hot sleepers. We decided to deal with that after our bath.
The onsen seemed to be a male and female bath that the ryokan just changed to two private rooms. Everyone we saw at the ryokan was from abroad, so it made sense to us. Plus we get to bathe together, which is more fun. Otherwise it's just sitting in hot water in silence, staring at the wall. And in terms of hot water, this bath was intolerably hot, hotter than the hottest hot tub I've ever been in. We had to run whatever cold faucets we could and open the windows to cool the bath even a little, but we eventually got soaking. We both turned bright red in the bath, alternating between hot and cold using the showers. Bryce has slowly won me over to the temperature cycling.
Afterwards, I couldn't resist asking if any other rooms were available. I need a good sleep and I'd rather sleep outside in the parking lot than tolerate sleeping in a hot room with no reprieve. We were told another room was available and we could pay the difference, which turned out to be $50. We gladly accepted, the other room being beautiful and cool. As we were packing up, the exasperated staffer had to tell us they couldn't give us the room as it was booked last minute, but they then led us into a dorm area that had nobody in it and gave us our money back, saying we could sleep there. They were embarrassed about the room we were in and it was pretty clear to us that the staffers wished the ryokan would stop using a windowless room for hapless tourists. I doubt we were the first to ask to move. The dorm area was comfortable enough, and is cool enough to sleep in. Good enough.
The rain is pattering against the window and while today was a little taxing with the rain, it was very nice to hang out with some familiar faces after being on the road for so long. Bryce was very happy to see his other partner and I was glad to have more people to listen to my dumb jokes. Today worked out pretty good, considering we were done biking by 930 and had no plans at all. Sometimes things work out well.

A new month, and our last full one. Just over five weeks remaining in our silly little bike ride. What an adventure!
We pick up at lunch yesterday, Bryce got a pepper melt burger and I got a spicy chili burger. These were good! The food at the park was a good balance of price and quality, spaland definitely was on the low end of both. We ate on an astroturf hillside as there were no tables available, but we were hungry and the food was messy so we were happy to sit and eat our sloppy burgers.
After eating, we wanted to get another go at Eejenaika, which turned out to be a rough wait. We waited for an hour and a half and by the time we got to the front we were pretty drained. The ride was awesome, but maybe the second side we went on was rougher? It felt like we were thrown around more. I came off feeling pretty shook up, but it was still good.
Next we wandered around a little bit to see what was left. Neither of us can handle rides that just spin and the freefall rides aren't Bryce's cup of tea, so we had the water rides, the haunted house, and the impossible games house. It was too cool for getting soaked, the haunted house cost more money, but the impossible games room was a 20 minute wait and didn't cost anything so we decided to check it out.
Waiting inside, we learned it was a series of games that were scored and if you met a threshold you could advance. We did well enough on the first stage, but the second presented us with a game that was very confusing because the English translation wasn't very good. We spent half our time just scratching our heads about what the hell we were supposed to do, and by the time we had sorted through everything the game was over and we couldn't recover.
I got unexpectedly upset from this, remembering how badly I've handled escape room situations before. There's no reason why failing a game at a theme park should upset me, let alone one that's specifically designed to be impossible to fully accomplish (hence the impossible games, which supposedly have never been beaten). We sat on a bench and talked about it, as I got upset enough that it totally tanked my mood and nearly derailed the whole day for me. This sort of visceral reaction is usually some unresolved trauma, and usually in childhood if one needs to point to some era. I guess escape rooms feel like school tests, being under a timer really ups the stress. Who knows. I was pretty badly rattled by the coaster before lunch and we did quite a few intense rides that up until recently I wouldn't have had much chance of tolerating. It adds to it, but there's definitely an undercurrent that I need to investigate and resolve in that area. Failing is okay, especially when there's no stakes and I can't know the rules beforehand without cheating.
After I had calmed down a bit, Bryce wanted to ride Zokkan again and I felt I wanted to end the day on a high note, so we went in. Luckily there wasn't much line to deal with, and the ride was amazing again. A British guy in the front car was being funny by miming backing up a car when the train reversed and we all had a blast. A perfect way to pick up the pieces and end strong.
We needed to get out of the town after we were done, as we had a problem to deal with, rain the next day. We settled on the plan of getting as far as we could in the evening, then get up early and get to Hakone where we'd stay indoors during the heavy rains that would start in the mid morning and not stop til the next day.
We stopped at a grocery store to pick up some sushi platters for dinner and got riding. We headed for the last lake in the fujioshida region, which was uphill from our location. It was a bit of a grind after walking around all day, and as we rode we went into a dense fog. It felt like biking in soup it was so thick. While it wasn't dark when we got to the lake area, we turned on our lights as we could barely see each other. The lake itself looked vast and spooky, as we could only see past the shore, swan-shaped boats dripping near docks. We biked through a boardwalk area, deserted in the fog, feeling like we couldn't hear anything and nothing was moving in the stillness.
Eventually it was getting dark and I wanted to be situated. It took a few attempts, some areas looked like they had a lot of traffic, another was a university research forest, but we found a beach that had a weedy flat area away from the water that was screened from view by trees. Perfect. The only people who would see us would be dawn walkers and only the ones who can handle stairs. We set up the tent and decided to enjoy dinner in our chairs, looking out at the odd scene of the lake. The fog would come and go, lights from passing cars looking like willowisps in the distance. We happily chatted and shared jokes from the day, our spot being very isolated and nobody was walking past at this hour.
Sleep came easy as the ground we were on was very soft. The beach was made of little pebbles of volcanic rock, so it was soft and light but not dirty per se. The beach looked a little odd as it was totally black. I didn't have much time to write as we were set to get up early to beat the rain.
The next morning I woke after bizarre dreams that don't need repeating, but we were quickly snared by morning snuggles as 5 am is still a little early for us. We got packed up and ate our breakfast of sweetbreads, coffee, and fruit in jelly and were away by 6. The fog was still all around us, but less dense. I wisely made the choice to keep my clothes for the day sealed away in my pack rather than loose in the tent, and they were quite a lot dryer as a result.
Our goal was Hakone, and to get there we needed to get over a pass and down the hill to Gotemba. The ridge was a pain to get up to, very steep roads and mostly gravel, the first we've dealt with so far. No rain yet, or just a light enough mist. Once over the pass, we began a very very long descent into Gotemba. We free wheeled for the better part of an hour, dropping down 700m from the ridge above the lake. We came down out of the clouds which felt like a relief and zoomed down. I practiced keeping my hands loose as I often death-grip my handlebars when freewheeling, but a tight grip won't save me at 60km/h, so if I'm going to be reckless I may as well not cause any more nerve problems in my hands. My left hand is having enough trouble as it is.
Down down down, we went, and then as quick as we got there, we started going up. I was happy that we got to the climb before 8, which hopefully meant we would not have to climb in the rain. At this point, a light drizzle had started, but not enough to warrant a jacket. Climbing with a rain coat is hot and miserable work, but you can't just let yourself get soaked either. Many schoolkids were on their way to school at this hour, we always enjoy seeing the reactions of kids when we honk our respective horns.
The first third of the climb was some rude inclines that went through golf courses. Just real nasty grades that were a bit past our comfort zone. But they were quiet and had lots to look at around them. By contrast, the top two thirds were on the highway, were loud from traffic, but the grade was in our comfort zone. I don't know which I prefer. We made good progress on the easier (but still pretty brutal) grade on the highway, completing the 500m climb within an hour. I was pretty happy the main climb was accomplished by 9am, but fifteen minutes later we started to get some proper rain and our hotel was unfortunately on the other side of the hakone area.
There was no easy way to get there, but the back mountain road seemed to have less overall climbing to do, so I picked that. We landed up having our most brutal climbing yet, and disaster struck when the road we wanted to take was actually a private road that we couldn't access, leaving us no choice but to sacrifice much of the elevation progress we had made and do it all again in a different approach.
We made it to our hotel, which is a quite old ryokan staffed by two Taiwanese ladies, one young and the other middle aged. Both spoke enough English and were pretty funny with how low key they were. They told us to just leave our bags wherever and reserve the private onsen room when it was our check in time. We were pretty happy to sit in the waiting room and read by the window, happy to see the downpour that we avoided. Best to keep the gear dry.
Bryce was texting with his other partner Jae, who is in Japan now, and found that they happened to be on their way to Hakone as well. What a coincidence! We made plans to meet up and have lunch, they were staying in the next town over so we got changed and headed to a bus stop to get on over there. Bryce had a package to mail and we stopped by a 7-11 to use the bathroom. Knowing Jae wanted to go to a number of places during the day, I bought a cheap umbrella from the 7-11 with the intention of donating it to the ryokan when we got back. We were trying to stay dry after all.
Lunch was at an Indian place, where Jae and their friend Rob met us. Jae is vegetarian and choices are a bit limited in Japan, but Indian cuisine has a great deal of veg options and we can't get enough naan, so that was good. Jae and Rob got normal portions, Bryce and I both got the "prince" platter after considering the "king" platter. The food was very good, the curry being some of the better we've had.
We waited at a bus stop for quite a long time to go to Lake Ashi, the first one seemingly not coming on time. We boarded eventually, a full bus and extremely humid from all the wet people on it. The ride was comfortable enough, but I couldn't help but feel that the four of us could have split a cab. Transit isn't especially cheap here, normal transit buses charge by the stop so if there's 16 stops and you ride most of them you can rack up a pretty hefty fee.
We arrived at Lake Ashi and went downstairs to the Lakeview restaurant to have a drink and a snack. The view was indeed lovely, the restaurant and boat dock was pirate themed and giant faux-sail pirate boats were on the lake ferrying passengers across the rainy and windswept waters. The high banks of the lake were full of trees and I could see the comparisons of Hakone being the Banff of Tokyo. It was a lovely Lake to be sure.
Time was getting away from us and there were some black eggs we needed to try on top of the nearby volcano or something, so we took the gondola, much to Bryce's displeasure. He hates gondolas. We arrived without problem, however, and found the clouds up here to be even heavier and the winds and rain even stronger, meaning no views or even going outside the station. No matter, they sold the black eggs at the station as well. They were apparently boiled in the steam that the volcano was constantly producing, sulfuric contaminants producing the black colour. Or something. Some in our party himmed and hawed about how much of an egg they wanted, but we only had a half hour before the last gondola down and I wanted a picture with these damned eggs I went out in the rain and payed a ransom in transit fees to get to. I paid the $6 for four eggs and told my companions if they didn't like them they could throw them off a cliff for all I cared. Naturally, everyone landed up liking the eggs. Smoky hard boiled eggs are pretty good.
The gondola dropped us off near our hotel, so we got checked in and evaluated our dinner options. The ryokan didn't have a kitchen anymore so the best they could offer was noodles. We wanted something a bit more substantial, and we were assured that a cab could take us up the incredibly steep streets back to the ryokan at the top of the mountain town. We walked down to a funky looking hostel bar that seemed to be serving decent food, killing our knees a bit in the process. The bar had a bunch of foreigners and served a decent pizza and lasagne, though both felt a bit odd. Good enough. We wanted to make our 7 o'clock onsen reservation, so we headed over to the station to try to find transportation up the hill. We found that the cable car had stopped operating some time ago, I guess it's only useful as a link between the gondola and the trains below. Taxis were nowhere to be found, we had no phone by which to call one, apps required sms usage to activate, and the train station personnel would not help us hail one.
So we hiked up the hill, 160m on rough legs in the rain. Good grief, what a lousy day for resting. I took us on a bit of a shortcut across the inactive cable car tracks, and we arrived at our ryokan fully winded and ready for a bath. I guess we had to earn it. We went up to our room to get changed and lo and behold the windowless room was stuffy inside. There seemed to be an air conditioning unit, but it didn't work. No windows and no AC. This wasn't going to work with two hot sleepers. We decided to deal with that after our bath.
The onsen seemed to be a male and female bath that the ryokan just changed to two private rooms. Everyone we saw at the ryokan was from abroad, so it made sense to us. Plus we get to bathe together, which is more fun. Otherwise it's just sitting in hot water in silence, staring at the wall. And in terms of hot water, this bath was intolerably hot, hotter than the hottest hot tub I've ever been in. We had to run whatever cold faucets we could and open the windows to cool the bath even a little, but we eventually got soaking. We both turned bright red in the bath, alternating between hot and cold using the showers. Bryce has slowly won me over to the temperature cycling.
Afterwards, I couldn't resist asking if any other rooms were available. I need a good sleep and I'd rather sleep outside in the parking lot than tolerate sleeping in a hot room with no reprieve. We were told another room was available and we could pay the difference, which turned out to be $50. We gladly accepted, the other room being beautiful and cool. As we were packing up, the exasperated staffer had to tell us they couldn't give us the room as it was booked last minute, but they then led us into a dorm area that had nobody in it and gave us our money back, saying we could sleep there. They were embarrassed about the room we were in and it was pretty clear to us that the staffers wished the ryokan would stop using a windowless room for hapless tourists. I doubt we were the first to ask to move. The dorm area was comfortable enough, and is cool enough to sleep in. Good enough.
The rain is pattering against the window and while today was a little taxing with the rain, it was very nice to hang out with some familiar faces after being on the road for so long. Bryce was very happy to see his other partner and I was glad to have more people to listen to my dumb jokes. Today worked out pretty good, considering we were done biking by 930 and had no plans at all. Sometimes things work out well.

Won’t allow me to save files. What am I doing wrong? I’ve read where I need to run as I probably need to run as admin but I’m not sure how to do that? If that’s even the issue?
I hate not being computer savy 😅

For context, my mother injured herself a while ago, got a bulging disk or some shit on her back, idfk and honestly I don't really care at this point. She's on heavy painkillers and brain meds to stop her seizures etc. Tram, lyrica etc.
Gin is a provocative Australian slang for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people in Australia Anyways, backstory: My mum and dad divorced when my mum found out my dad had cheated on her with multiple women (one of them being my current step-mum who is part indigenous Australian, of whom she had a daughter with my dad). I don't justify my dad's actions and he could've gone about it better but if you had met my mum, you'd understand why. She's a fucking psychopath, who belongs in an institution.
my dad owned a very successful business in my home town, at his peak in late 90s he had a house he built, luxury cars for his kids and the family. Us kids were well looked after because of this. The business today would probably be worth well over 2mil AUD. Let alone the other investments my dad could have made, could have bought every single one of his kids a house, back then it cost only 100k AUD to build a house, let alone buy one. He lost that empire, because he had to fight the courts for custody of me and my 2 brothers (oldest was out of the house when the divorce happened, lucky bastard.) My dad knew what my mum was like and didn't want her to get custody. With the amount of legal issues he had to deal with, he lost it all. My mum made out she put her blood sweat and tears into that business, no she fucking didn't. My dad did all the work, he's the one who worked 14 hour shifts just to get shit done. He's the one who slaved away to provide for his family. All she did was attempt at raising her kids and she didn't even fucking do that right.
Manipulative piece of shit she is 😄 she was physically and sexually abused as a child, but that still gives her no excuse for this sort of behaviour. A part of me wants her to drop dead but a part of me wants her to be in my life and well.

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I didn't write this so don't get mad at me. I translated some of the images, omitted the filler images and added some links to illustrate some of the ideas. Read the full article bellow
Original https://www.tart-aria.info/apokalipsis-xix-veka-podlinnaja-istorija-genocida/
Apocalypse of the 19th century. The true story of genocide
Neo Ficial
02/21/2022
Introduction
Why does humanity need to know about the past? To learn from it and not repeat mistakes. However, what lessons can you and I learn if we don’t have a past, and the whole story was invented for us? You've probably heard the phrase “rewriting history,” or something similar.
In the comments to films on the YouTube channel https://www.youtube.com/c/unofficialhistory, the thesis was often voiced that it is impossible to rewrite the whole history, since these are different countries, sometimes very unfriendly to each other, different political systems, different languages, etc. These are millions of copies of archival documents and physical artifacts.
We will return to the issue of languages, documents in archives and ancient objects today, later, but now, in order to understand how history is written, it is enough to remember the old joke:
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A man returns on a train from a business trip. It takes a place on the bottom shelf of a compartment carriage and suddenly, a slender female leg hangs from the top shelf.
Fellow travelers meet, they begin an affair, and they get off together at a station that is far from the traveler’s destination. The next morning, the man, having freed himself from the embrace of his mistress, sends an SMS to his legal wife: “I was on the train, dot, my leg turned up, dot, I’m lying in bed, dot, kiss, dot.Please note, friends, every word said by the man in the message is the pure truth. However, did he tell the truth to his wife? Definitely not. This paradox is actively used for historical falsifications.
Thus, we understand how we could hide the past, very simply, by mixing lies with truth. When presenting information, some facts are kept silent, and several true facts, preferably known to everyone, are added to the obviously false ones, then all the information as a whole looks truthful. Then repeat it several times, from different sources, preferably popular and known to be trusted. Then this information itself becomes an axiom, and can already be used as evidence. This is called manipulation of facts. This happens all the time in official history.
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Manipulation of history is a huge complex machine, a whole system that tries to take into account even the little things, but still this machine is not able to grasp the immensity, and like any machine, sometimes it fails, missing some grains, and in these grains we and you can recreate the whole picture of what happened in the past.
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Regardless of which version of history is considered official, one way or another, according to any version of history, at a certain point in time some kind of turning point occurred and people had to start all over again. Thus, our entire civilization is a post-apocalypse, we are still trying to get out of the hole that we abandoned as a result of the catastrophic events of the past. If you remember, the so-called official history, which is described in school textbooks, conventionally divides the history of mankind into several periods:
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Primitive society, tribal system, hunting and gathering;
Slave system, Ancient Rome, Ancient Greece, Ancient East;
Feudalism, the so-called “Middle Ages”;
Capitalist structure.
It should be noted here that many of the events described in official history actually took place, only as in that anecdote, under other circumstances, in another place and at another time. We ourselves remember the events of the 21st century, since we were direct witnesses to this, according to the chronology of the events of the 20th century, there is quite a lot of documentary evidence and living witnesses, but then it’s more complicated.
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The line of historical events now used by official science is valid from the present day only until the middle of the 19th century, and earlier events are already located on the chronological line as the officials arranged them. Moreover, the events of the so-called “Middle Ages” actually took place precisely in the 19th century, and the events of the 19th century went back to the Middle Ages or even further into the depths of centuries.Apocalypse of the 19th century.
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You can easily see this for yourself if you take any event from “deep antiquity” and look for connections with other events of that era and the 19th century. In most cases, it turns out that the “ancient” event is associated with the 19th century much more than with the era to which it is attributed.
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The material is very difficult to understand; in order to understand all the logic presented in the article, it is very important not to make hasty conclusions, but to read it completely, in order and to the end. Treat everything you read as a fairy tale, some kind of fantastic story, and after reading to the end, you will decide for yourself whether this could have happened or not. As they say, knowledge begins with surprise.
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To make it easier for you to understand, later in the article I will use the modern calendar system and chronological scale, as well as call the states as they are called today, although in the past, the countries located in these territories were called differently and the chronology was different. I will also use modern terminology in the names of processes and technical means. If we have previously considered any issue in more detail, I will refer to an article on this issue.
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And one more important detail: the dates used. Here I want to especially emphasize that this is just an official backdating that deliberately placed different episodes of one event in different years in the chronology, or even in different periods in history, in order to hide the event itself. The article is based on well-known dates taken from open sources. The dates have been refined as much as modern science allows. However, it was modern official science that repeatedly manipulated dates, spreading events one after another in time, and placing events from different periods side by side. That is why I never tire of saying - do not believe me, since I do not claim to be the ultimate truth. If you are really interested, doubt it and check for yourself
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Chapter 1. Life “BEFORE”. Background
Before the cataclysm, the world was global, there was a single architectural and engineering school, a single cultural civilization, with advanced technologies, significantly superior to ours in terms of scientific and technological development.
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Here I would like to recall the most common statement of skeptics that in the age of horse-drawn carriages there could not have been nuclear weapons.
Firstly , bows, flintlock guns and horse-drawn carts, this is all post-apocalyptic, we will return to this later.
Secondly , even if in our time you come to New Guinea, or the Amazonian Selva, and look at the level of technical development of those tribes, then it will be difficult to believe in our nuclear age
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There were only 6 large states in the world. What these countries were called is now unknown for certain. We will conventionally call these countries “Huge Powers”. Although this is a very real and not a conditional definition. They really were huge, literally and figuratively, since some countries occupied an entire continent, and the level of scientific and technological development was significantly higher than the development of our civilization.
Political map of the world before the apocalypse
Political map of the world before the apocalypse
South America.
Africa, excluding the Mediterranean coast.
Australia.
India, China, Indochina, Indonesia.
Atlantis, which we know as Antarctica, is not shown for simplicity.
Hyperborea, let's conventionally call this country that.
I repeat, what it was called is now unknown for certain. It was a huge country over which the sun never set, it stretched from the European coast of the Atlantic Ocean to the east coast of the modern USA, encircling the entire northern part of the world, shown in red on the map.
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This country included the territories of the former USSR, the USA, Canada, Northern Mexico, all countries of Europe, the African coast of the Mediterranean Sea, the Arabian Peninsula, and Iran. The land borders in Egypt and China are shown conditionally, because there is no data on where exactly they were. Here I would like to note that the Bering Strait did not exist and Asia and North America were connected by a wide isthmus.
At the same time, the Arctic Ocean was just an internal Hyperborean Sea, and a warm one, since throughout the entire earth there was a uniformly warm subtropical climate, which was maintained by the water-steam layer in the atmosphere. There were no deserts, cold zones or permafrost at all. Dense ancient forests grew all over the land. On the topic of climate change, there are already two articles on our website ( here and here ), but today we will return to this topic more than once.
People lived in harmony with nature and enjoyed excellent health and long life. The priority was goodness, mutual assistance and respect; all those universal human values ​​that we now strive for all the time, but cannot achieve, were commonplace at that time. It was this world that became the prototype of the Biblical paradise, into which people supposedly will go after death.
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Chapter 2. Apocalypse
I would like to make two clarifications right away:
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When we say “nuclear weapons,” we mean weapons comparable in power to nuclear weapons. Naturally, the principle of operation of this weapon could be anything, even vacuum, even electromagnetic, even plasma, even something we don’t yet know. But nuclear weapons, precisely as weapons of mass destruction as such, were also used during this war. At the same time, I emphasize that simultaneously with nuclear weapons, other types of weapons were used, comparable in power to them.
I deliberately call the events of the early 19th century the word “cataclysm” or “apocalypse”, and not just nuclear war, because the war itself is just one of several episodes of that disaster. The whole catastrophe consisted of several stages, the first stage of which was a war with the use of weapons of mass destruction, including nuclear weapons. Natural collapse is the next stages. The chronology of the apocalypse itself was as follows:
Carpet nuclear strikes. The soil from the explosions is raised into the sky.
Massive fires from explosions burned organic matter over vast areas.
Earthquakes and volcanic eruptions caused by stress in the earth's crust. Again the soil is raised into the sky, this time it is ash and ash.
Since vast areas were stripped of vegetation, powerful dust storms began. Which also lifted another portion of soil into the sky.
The amount of dust in the atmosphere has reached a “critical mass”; the water-steam layer is collapsing at the poles and mud rains all over the Earth.
At the same time, you need to understand that all these events occurred in a relatively short period of time and were directly interconnected, so they need to be considered all together, as one single event.
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1. Progress of the war
We are well aware of the course of events during the nuclear war itself, but we do not know what its true cause was and, most likely, we will never know. Here I can only assume that the conflict began over the Mediterranean coast of Africa and in particular the territory of Morocco. The African state probably laid claim to the entire continent, but its northern part was inhabited by, in modern parlance, “Slavic peoples.” I would like to emphasize right away that initially the people were united, there was not even a concept of “nationality”, all nationalities will be invented later, but we will return to this issue later, but for now we are looking at the chronology of events.
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According to our assumption, the African state wanted to gain control of the Mediterranean coast of the continent and on this basis a conflict arose. There were probably attempts to resolve the issue diplomatically, since the alliance of Hyperborea and India was opposed by the alliance of Africa and Australia.
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We don’t know how long the negotiations took and how they culminated, but on one autumn day, according to the modern calendar it was the end of October, surface-to-surface intercontinental ballistic missiles were launched from Africa. Africa launched targeted nuclear strikes on economically important and densely populated areas of Siberia and North America. Australia carried out similar surgical strikes in Siberia and India
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Hyperborea launched retaliatory targeted strikes on the territories of Africa and Australia. India gave an answer only in the direction of Australia, since trade agreements with Africa were still in force at that time.Apocalypse of the 19th century.
In military affairs there is a concept of main targets and secondary ones, and these targeted strikes were carried out precisely on the main targets. After delivering targeted strikes, the Perimeter systems of both sides of the conflict activated the launch of all available nuclear weapons, or most of them. Subsequently, this system was called “Weapons of Retaliation.” Thanks to the actions of air defense systems, some of the launched missiles were destroyed and did not reach their targets. But there were a lot of missiles, too many.
“Discourse on the Seven Suns.” Collection of Komi-Permyak folk tales “One Hundred Silver Horses”:
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“...When the fifth sun appeared, the ocean gradually dried up, when the sixth sun appeared, “the whole world was filled with smoke,” when the seventh sun appeared, the whole world split under the pressure of the flames.”
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A strategic massive strike was carried out with weapons of mass destruction, through carpet bombing with ground-based contact detonation cluster munitions, in combination with individual strikes with especially high-power air detonation ammunition, including the concentration of several powerful strikes over a limited area, turning into deserts a flourishing region in which the life.
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For example, the Sahara, it became a desert precisely as a result of the events of the early 19th century. Thus, we immediately answer two popular questions - why was it necessary to bomb the deserts and why was it necessary to strike so densely.
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Eye of the Sahara https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richat_Structure
To make it easier for you to understand the scale of the tragedy, I will give a simple example. Ground-based nuclear explosions carried out at the Semipalatinsk nuclear test site had a total power of approximately 100 megatons. Even if they were blown up in a short period of time, the zone of complete destruction would be only 8,500 sq. km. This is a square measuring 92 by 92 kilometers. The continuous fire zone is a square of 107 by 107 km. And all this is entirely within the testing area, and not halfway around the world. And naturally, this will not cover cities around the world with clay by 2 meters or more. Even looking at photographs of the craters, 200 years later, you understand what a hellish meat grinder there was. There is no need to even talk about the fact that these are karst sinkholes, since the formation of karst sinkholes requires liquid water, and here is Siberia, that is, permafrost. Meteorites? Perhaps, but why so selective and crowded? We look at what types of craters there are and how they differ in the article “Cesium-137 in Ryazan land7” . But even if half of these craters are craters from nuclear explosions, then calculate for yourself, based on the size of the crater, the power of the charge and the mass of soil raised into the atmosphere.
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For reference: a crater with a diameter of 390 meters is left by a ground-based nuclear explosion with a capacity of 1 megaton in TNT equivalent, and the height of the rise of the cloud from such an explosion is 19 km.
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The heaviest and largest particles, such as sand, settle around the epicenter of the explosion. But depending on the power of the explosion, even sand is thrown into the upper layers of the atmosphere, and not just clay.
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But then why did the ancient cities survive, you ask? It all depends on the size of the city and its role in the strategic plan. Option one: more powerful charges flew to another address, and several smaller charges were thrown at one large city and they were not enough to completely wipe the city off the face of the earth, as for example there was one airborne nuclear explosion over Tula and one slightly south of Tula. Option two: all the charges that were in the launchers were fired automatically at specific, predetermined targets. Option three, there were no important targets in the surviving city.
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Actually, the nuclear war itself did not last long. For example, the flight time of modern missiles is less than 20 minutes, so the total duration of hostilities in that war was one, maximum two days. There were also ground-based combined-arms operations, but there were literally only a few of them recorded: there were several instances of military clashes, as well as several cases of landings on enemy territory, but they did not affect the overall course of events, therefore, within the framework of this article, we will not consider combined-arms operations so as not to overload the reader with material.
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In fact, the entire war consisted of an exchange of blows with weapons of mass destruction. Most of the inhabitants of the earth did not even have time to understand that the war had begun and ended. But the subsequent cataclysms lasted about two years. That is why, in popular memory and folklore, such a concept as a flood has been preserved, but there are practically no memories of the war itself.
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And since we have touched on the topic of popular memory, I will immediately answer the question of why no one remembers this nuclear war. The first and most basic reason was stated above - the transience of the war itself.
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The second reason is the so-called subjective perception factor. Here, in fact, everything is simple, people told their descendants either fairy tales, or what they themselves witnessed, or what their ancestors told them. However, if there are no such stories, this does not mean at all that this did not happen, it’s just that their ancestors don’t remember this (they didn’t see it, they don’t know how to explain it, etc.). Perhaps they were lucky to live in an area where there were no nuclear attacks, and subsequent disasters were not so terrible. Perhaps their story was somehow allegorical, perhaps figurative.
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For example, let’s say I have never seen a trolleybus in my life. I have no idea what it is and on what principles it functions. The most I know about technology is the structure of a cart. Now, please tell me how this cart with horns rides without a horse?
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Another example, can you by eye distinguish the flight of a meteorite from the flight of a Sarmatian missile warhead? Even specialists cannot do this without the appropriate equipment. And a person who sees an object flying in the sky will draw exactly what he sees - a light stripe, since in a motionless drawing it is very difficult to convey movement, especially the movement of a luminous object, especially one moving at great speed.Apocalypse of the 19th century.
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After some time, another person looking at this picture will perceive what is depicted as lightning or an asteroid, since, in his mind, there are no other examples of what it could be, and the brain is designed in such a way that it perceives on the principle of analogy, and if the brain does not find analogues, then a person simply may not notice this or that thing.
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The third reason is the objective factor of perception: after all, a nuclear mushroom is not a nuclear explosion itself, as many people think, these are just convective currents of air and dust that form after a light flash, which is actually a nuclear explosion. But the strength of the light emitted by the fireball in a flash of light is such that you can not only go blind, but even burn out, therefore, it is quite natural that people who saw the fireball could not tell what the mushroom looks like. They either went blind, burned, or hid. And if people took cover from the flash of light in a timely manner, they might well not have seen the nuclear mushroom. Who remembers the old instructions on civil defense in schools of the USSR, they read:
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“Duck down, cover up and DON’T LOOK at the flash.”
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To understand what a fireball of a nuclear explosion is, try at noon on a bright sunny day, at least for a minute, to look at the sun without glasses and without closing your eyes! Naturally, you don’t even need to try to do this, otherwise you risk severely damaging your vision. But I think you understand the example, and the light flash of a nuclear explosion is thousands of times brighter. Of course, you will say that it’s a weak explanation, I don’t argue, but perhaps that’s why there is still isolated evidence of these fireballs, since there were people who, observing a nuclear explosion from a safe distance, even found the strength to write it down, and the documents were preserved in the archives.
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We looked at these, and many other documents from the Tula State Archive, in the article, “The explosion over Tula in 1830, or a forgotten war https://www.tart-aria.info/vzryv-nad-tuloj-1830-goda-ili-zabytaja-vojna/. ” Three archival documents describe a fireball exploding over the city. After the release of this film, there was a flurry of comments that it was a meteorite or an asteroid. I am sure that such comments and accusations of illiteracy will continue today.
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Firstly , in the register of meteorites, comets and asteroids, the object that exploded over Tula at the beginning of the 19th century is not even close, and besides, there is simply no point in hiding a natural disaster. Yes, the mayor does not write in his report that it was a nuclear missile, but his report also does not indicate that it was a meteorite. The mayor wrote only what he saw. And he saw a flying fireball.
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Secondly , I have already said many times, Cesium-137 is a man-made product and is not found in meteorite craters, but in Tula, in the layer of a fire in 1834, at a depth of 2 meters, Cesium-137 was discovered, which is a product of the nuclear decay of uranium or plutonium. Moreover, in the layers above or below, this cesium isotope is not present. But cesium cannot be a trace of a meteorite, for one simple reason: the half-life of Cesium-137 is no more than 30 years. Over millions of years, while the meteorite wanders through the expanses of space, not a trace of cesium would remain.
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Thirdly , from a meteorite hitting the ground, Cesium-137 is not formed, as some tried to convince me. Cesium-137 is a man-made product and is a product of the nuclear decay of Uranium or Plutonium, and is formed only during a nuclear decay reaction and nothing else (from the word at all). Consequently, the very presence of Cesium-137 is a fact confirming nuclear decay in this place, and this could be either a nuclear explosion or a nuclear power plant reactor, as they say, there is no third option.
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Fourthly , Cesium-137 was discovered not only in Tula, but also in neighboring regions, and in territories north of the Chernobyl zone, as well as in other regions of Russia and abroad.
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Let me digress for just a couple of minutes and explain some fundamentally important things. The most favorite argument against the version of a nuclear war of the past is the topic of several thousand years of radioactive contamination, and skeptics cite Chernobyl as an example. What they say is, “if there had been a nuclear war in the past, then the whole Earth would have erupted like Chernobyl, where it is impossible to live for thousands of years, since everything is contaminated.” There is one very important point here: there was no nuclear explosion at Chernobyl! The explosion at the 4th block of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant is comparable to the explosion of a “dirty bomb”, when radioactive fuel from the reactor was scattered around the epicenter, and finely dispersed radioactive dust was carried by winds over hundreds and thousands of kilometers.
To save you time, I'll explain it simply. According to the physics of decay processes, nuclear reactions at the epicenter of a nuclear explosion and in a nuclear power plant reactor are the same. And the significant difference is that in the reactor these processes are controlled and proceed slowly, but in the epicenter of the explosion the reaction is uncontrollable, and the faster the greater the charge power, that is, the amount of the starting substance, is. And during a nuclear explosion, some substances transform into others very quickly, and the greater the power of the charge, the faster these transformations occur, and the greater the amount of substance that has time to react.Apocalypse of the 19th century.
That is why, at the site of a nuclear explosion, you can find large quantities of cesium, iodine and other isotopes, which maintain an increased background radiation. But the half-life of Iodine-131 is 8 days, Cesium-137 is 30 years. Please note, half-life, not complete decomposition. This means that after 30 years, there will be half as much cesium, after another 30 years, there will be half of half of it left, and so on. That is, from a “conventional kilogram of Cesium-137”, after 30 years, there will be half a kilogram left, after another 30 years - 250 grams, after another 30 years - 125 grams, etc. Every 30 years, the amount of substance will decrease by 2 times. Thus, after 180 years, from a conventional kilogram of Cesium-137, 15 grams will remain. The numbers are absolutely conditional, just for ease of understanding that after 200 years, it is very possible to find the remainder, but not with a dosimeter, but in the laboratory and by the remaining amount of Cesium-137 and the number of half-lives, you can approximately calculate the date of the event, if you count in reverse side.
Thus, the Chernobyl trace, the Semipalatinsk trace and any other modern one are excluded. But the example of Chernobyl (or Fukushima) is not suitable, as you already understood, for the reason that mainly the original radioactive fuel is scattered there. Decay products, of course, also exist, but they are thousands of times smaller, and it is the radioactive fuel that will maintain a high radioactive background for hundreds of thousands of years.
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But let's return to the issue of fireballs, because interestingly, a similar phenomenon was observed in North America. This event was called the "Starfall of 1833." On November 12-13, 1833, 34,640 star falls per hour were recorded, calculated by Professor Olmsted after the weakening of the stellar flow.
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Don’t ask how or what he thought, but today there are no analogues to this event. Agnes Clarke, in her book A History of Astronomy in the Nineteenth Century, wrote: “As a result of the meteor shower of 1833, the study of meteorites once and for all became an integral part of astronomy.” According to her comments, North America bore the brunt.
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On November 12-13, 1824, a bright fireball was seen in Mainz. After it, an earthquake occurred, which was recorded not only in Mainz, but also in Tuscany (Italy). All this was accompanied by thick fog. An earthquake was also recorded on the island of Meleda. And then, on November 27, 1824, a fireball the size of the Moon was observed in Prague.
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From 1800 to 1850 huge meteors or small fragments of certain bodies fell from the sky almost every day.
In 1887 in the USA, Daniel Kirkwood, in the quarterly journal published by the American Philosophical Society since 1838, Proceedings of the American Philosophical Society, provided a list of the most significant cosmic incidents of the 19th century:
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“In 1822, from November 12 to 13, various phenomena were noticed not only throughout Europe. Countless shooting stars in Orenburg, Warsaw and Cologne. Lightning in Odessa. A ball of fire, like lightning and a flash of light, from which a kind of small curtain of light unfolded, and then once again shone in the bright colors of the rainbow.”
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Not understanding such a scale, people of that time naturally attributed what was happening to natural phenomena. There are very many books in which meteors, atmospheric phenomena, etc. are recorded. during the period November 12-25, 1824. It is quite obvious that storms, fires, and other natural disasters were caused by one event.
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Researchers who are skeptical even about the idea of ​​nuclear war in the early 19th century are trying to find any other explanation for the buried buildings, deserts and other non-connections of the office. stories. And one of these explanations is an asteroid/comet, from the impact of which the Drake Passage and the Sahara Desert were allegedly formed, and the asteroid itself allegedly bounced off the planet like a ball. If you look at this strait from a general perspective, it seems that there is an arc here, which was supposedly left by that same fallen asteroid, plowing the bottom. However, take a closer look, there is clearly not a circle here, but almost a right angle.
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And if anyone didn’t know, these islands are a range of volcanoes. And this happened due to a fracture of the tectonic plate caused by the immersion of Antarctica by 400 meters. But we will talk about this further when we touch on the topic of the so-called “World Flood”.
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One subscriber, compiling her genealogy, carefully studied the Revision Tales of the Ural Cossack Army. In the 1834 census, every fifth or sixth Cossack has the entry: “Died in 1830.” Moreover, this applies to adult Cossacks, and not to their children and wives. Children and wives survived 1830. It turns out that in 1834 they tried to count the Cossacks who died during the massacre in 1830.Apocalypse of the 19th century. Studying the events of those years, we cannot ignore the translation of Proto-Slavic writing, the supposedly “unreadable” Etruscan letter, made by Gennady Stanislavovich Grinevich.
I highly recommend reading the original. It just describes the events of the invasion of “Navo Ra”, flying balls with energy very similar to nuclear energy. Next quote:
“...the drama of the situation is aggravated by the fact that there is a certain “Navo Ra” - a deadening sun, emitting superheat, with which it kills people as it flies over them....” What are we talking about here? Perhaps about some kind of deadly weapon of incredible destructive power. Literal translation of the text on the stone from the Perugia Museum. But, apparently, there is no need to give its modern translation, since everything in it is quite clear and so, despite the fact that some of its lines cannot yet be translated and some words have been encountered whose interpretation and translation are not always unambiguous. The above text is one of the dramatic pages in the history of the Slavs. History, unknown to us, hidden from us behind the thickness of millennia.”
This is how the Mayan Code of Rio describes the effects of radiation, quote:
“...the dog that arrived was without hair, and its claws fell off...”
This description is nothing more than a description of the characteristic symptoms of radiation sickness.
Descriptions have been preserved, as official historians believe, of the beginning of the plague epidemic in 1333 in China:
“...before the outbreak of the epidemic, there was a roar underground, the mountains shook and some collapsed, fiery rain fell, those people who saw it went blind and then quickly died...”
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finish reading at :
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https://www.tart-aria.info/apokalipsis-xix-veka-podlinnaja-istorija-genocida/
fun links https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neolithic_ashmounds https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fisk_metallic_burial_case https://www.quora.com/Why-are-coffins-in-the-UK-lead-lined
https://www.reddit.com/CulturalLayecomments/c3ky07/interesting_analogy/ https://imgur.com/a/4ejtDrF https://www.reddit.com/CulturalLayecomments/bkfoq1/anomalous_polygonal_masonry_in_the_small_town_of/
https://www.reddit.com/CulturalLayecomments/b96g9x/maps_of_africa_from_1800s_show_less_charted/
https://www.reddit.com/CulturalLayecomments/8wn9pa/buried_russian_churches_a_look_inside/
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