27 thoughts on “Thanksgiving Open Thread”

  1. I hope things are going better for all you than me right now.

    Can’t speak to what is going on in the outside world re: availability, prices etc as I’ve been a slave to a bed and easy chair since the last week of October. I think I mentioned this on some other post.

    TL:DR I as ass raped by covid the end of October. I have never had a bug attack every bodily function before. It was like watching a rat trying to chew into a box of dry cereal only feeling it instead. I could feel it working on my joints, muscles, organs, eyes, old injuries.

    For those that want to read a little more the fallout from this is catastrophic and the loss will total thousands and thousands of dollars before the fallout comes to a close.

    I surmise less than two percent of my apiary will survive the winter. I had just started working on getting it ready for the winter when this shit hit. A week later the temps dropped to 19 degree f. None of the hives got moved into winter boxes and insulated.

    Our entire fall harvest is lost. Winter squash, chili peppers, sweet peppers, tomatoes, half the potatoes and more stored in the greenhouse preparatory to processing. When I got sick night temps were running 55 degrees. Well when you are flat on your back and making sure the heaters in the green house are on isn’t anywhere in your head the whole shebang froze once the cold snap hit.

    Tomorrow I’m finally going to break down and go to the hospital. Something is going on in my chest that is very painful.

    Happy Thanksgiving and holiday seasons to everyone. Hopefully see you on the other side.

    wes
    wtdb

      • Here’s the update from Wes.
        I’m here to tell you right now, I would already have been talking to attorneys..

        “Hi Phil, appreciate the offer you know how it is. Things are rolling along great until they’re not and you have no bail out. That is the one failure of post collapse survival and one man trying to do it on hi own.

        Here’s an update. You can share or not as you wish.

        There’s probably a little too much personal information in this and I go on in too much detail so I apologize in advance.

        I’m service connected so yesterday my son took me to the VA which happens to be in the nearest blue hive of Spokane WA. Intake went well and they had me in a bed in about fifteen minutes.

        The main nurse(?) I had was a great guy. I have an illogical fear of needles. Probably a result of emergency bladder surgery when I was eight and being a human pin cushion at that time. Anyway he got a line in me without me even knowing it. They drew blood, drew blood and more blood. EKG twice, something die differential CAT SCAN. I don’t really remember the name of that cat scan. X-Ray and several other tests.

        Then I was wheeled back into cubicle to chill more or less. Eventually info started trickling in. White count 19,000 to 21,000. Pulse 110, BP 148/97, respiration 30/min. Pain 15 or more on a scale of 10. A comment about pain. Back in ‘79 I had bone cancer surgery. They turned my ankle inside out, removed the tumor, peeled the illiac crest, took a bone graft and put me back together again. When the general anesthesia wore off I took nothing for pain, not even an aspirin. Had to get the surgeon to write special order I was to be given pain meds only if I asked for them. All that to express I have a very high pain threshold so I’m not exaggerating about the pain.

        Along about 10:30am the aspirin I had been abusing for pain control wore off and the pain, it was oh so sublime. The next two hours were pure hell. Every movement and breath basically tore my chest in two with pain. The doc came in and said he could give me some morphine for the pain. I absolutely detest narcotic pain meds so said no. Half an hour later I had to relent and get the morphine. Eventually that got the pain down to about 7 on their pain scale.

        More waiting. Finally at 2:30pm they come in a tell me they are transferring me to another hospital. Seems I have a bacterial lung infection and they’re concerned about the size of some to the spots. I overhear them talking and it seems the boys upstairs didn’t want to touch me ergo the reason for the transfer.

        Well no beds are available at any hospital in Spokane so they make the decision to transfer me to the ER of Sacred Heart Hospital. If my experience there is anything to go on I wouldn’t take a dead dog there.

        The transfer crew were great and after the transfer when they found I was sitting in a wheelchair in just a hospital gown went and got heated blankets for me.

        Horror of horrors. The ER of Sacred Heart on a Friday night is no where to be. You get pushed into a corner, if they can find one, and wait. My wait time for a room went from a few minutes to 6 or more hours. I was ignored. Thursday evening to Friday ER visit. 28 hours without food or water. 17 hours without being able to use a bathroom. I had cotton mouth so bad I couldn’t swallow. My lips got so dry they started cracking. Finally I rolled myself up to the intake window. The guy there said he saw me and would get back to me then went back to watching something on his screen that he and girl he was sitting next to laughed at for the next 10 minutes by my cell phone clock. I finally rolled away to find a bathroom. I repeatedly asked for some help with pain mitigation. Someone was always going to get back to me. Finally at 8pm I called my kids and told them to come get me I was going to sign out AMA. I basically wrestled a hospital lady to a stop in the hall and told her I was leaving, I couldn’t put up with conditions. Suddenly I’m surrounded by 4~6 hospital folks telling me how bad it was to leave. I had quite an audience as I detailed the above wait times and neglect and how I couldn’t put up with it anymore.

        Fifteen minutes before my kids are to arrive they tell me they have a bed for me and try to talk me into staying. A few minutes later they tell me I’ve been bumped due to a multi car accident and it could be 6 or more hours before I get a bed.

        Number one son shows up and I dress in the middle of the hall and leave. They didn’t even glance up as I left.

        I am now at home. Reading through my medical transfer file I find the VA dumped a big bag of broad based antibiotic in me through the IV along with a bag a saline(correct term. Next Monday I’ll start running through the local doctors trying to find someone to write a prescription for antibiotics for the bacterial lung infection.

        I am warm, managing the pain and much more comfortable. I now know what is wrong and can take steps to address that.

        Sorry for the long sob story.”

        Later

        wes

        wtdb

    • Wes,
      Look up one minute cure on the web. Its downloadable PDF ebook.
      The readers digest version is basically diluted hydrogen peroxide in a squirt bottle and breathing in the mist…
      This is from a real life MD that has had tremendous success.
      Also chlorine dioxide wipes out convid. It’s what’s they used in countries that couldn’t afford the contract with the pharmaceutical companies. Bolivia even mandated it and they have zero convid.

    • Make damned sure they check for a bacterial infection in the lungs-
      I am no doc but from what I have read, viral replication is mostly done after a week- that’s why using ivermectin on the late stage covid patients was mostly ineffective. I have heard stories of the hospitals insisting they had to follow the covid protocols and refusing to even consider (check for) bacterial pneumonia.
      And don’t let them fuck you up with run-death-is-near. (remdesiver)
      Remember, they get the 40K bonus if you leave in a box- not if you walk out. So there is a big negative incentive.
      Bring an advocate!

  2. I had the cancerous prostate, seminal vessels and first set of lymph nodes removed October 10th.

    They had told me if my PSA numbers were zero after the surgery I wouldn’t have to have radiation.

    Even though the PSA numbers were zero (Thank God) now they are saying since everything they cut out of me was cancerous I should have radiation therapy 6 months or a year from now as a preventative measure.

    Trying to regain control of my bladder, the bladder has two sphincters, one internal, which in my case was removed, and one external, which the surgeon cut in half to remove the organ.

    The first two weeks wore a catheter. The next five weeks I have been wearing a diaper.

    It is getting old wearing my own piss, and I dread internal damage from radiation, but I am alive for awhile more.

    That’s something to be thankful for. For sure.

  3. I spent this evening loading ammo for a range day tomorrow; 200 rounds of .45 ACP. My particular recipe uses Speer brass, Winchester large magnum pistol primers, 5.4 grains of Bullseye powder, and Berry’s copper plated 200 grain flat point bullets. The copper plating is safe for Glock barrels and spatters on impact with steel plates. The flat point punches nice holes in paper. The ammo was loaded on my Lee Pro 1000 3 stage press. This ammo functions in any .45 I load it in.

    • Glypto that reads like a Henry Bowman statement. Good on ya.

      Wes and Ken prayers up for you and any others starting today. May his healing touch be upon you.

      Not much new to report around here other than gasoline last week dipped below 3 bucks. Not sure where it is today have not been out and about and I damn sure not going out till the weekend is over and the crazies gone home. Happy Thanksgiving to all.

  4. On a recent long drive I thought of making the best 4×4 vehicle.
    – Has to be American.
    – Ford, Cheby, Dodge only.
    – Can be using body, frame, engine, drive train in any combination.
    – None of the above newer than year, say 2000.

    I thought of going light and powerful. Corvette body & frame with turbo slant six and the gears to make it work. That’s as far as I’ve got.

    Another thought; America is The People. It has been since the beginning. This is as intended.
    Whatever happens in government, whatwith all the corruption, the careless ego-driven yahoos thereof, America remains. America will only be torn down when The People decide.

    I too would love to go back to the America I knew. But that would mean to return to naivety and innocence. I had been naive of many things all my life. I didn’t much care for that. Yet on the other I didn’t want to know certain things. The last twenty years have opened my eyes. How can we ask others to wake up when we ourselves wish to go back to sleep?

    I see the long festering sore which had been ignored for too long. Now to treat the wound there will be pain involved. Lance at the ready.

    • You wouldn’t go wrong by basically building a modern version of the original JEEP. No jacked-up rock crawler or anything stupid. Basic stiff frame, standard mil-spec tires, a decent but not overly powerful engine combined with a decent torque-powerful transmission, heavy steel or aluminum body panels that require minimal rolling, tool kit in the back that has the tools and spare parts for the common and some uncommon repairs, along with brackets for a shovel, an axe, a pickaxe, a prybar, a decent tractor jack, spare tire and jerry can for gas, along with a water jug or two, canvas (okay, some of that sun-resistant modern canvas stuff) top.

      Find the plans for the Jeep and upscale it to a larger footprint if you want, but keep the basic original Willy’s concept.

    • If I had my druthers, it would be a 2000 F350 Super Duty with a (may Henry forgive me) 12 valve Cummins and a six speed manual trans with a Hi/Lo transfer case. Straight cab and a eight foot bed.
      Simple, strong, and capable.

      Leigh
      Whitehall, NY

  5. This would be the perfect meme if the bird had left some shit on the sign. Praying Wes will get good news at the hospital.

  6. I hooked up a friend with some Ivermectin and he passed some on to a neighbor and their wife, both who had been struck with the long covid. With daily dosing they were both in recovery by day two and he was back to work by day five.
    What i use is the liquid and it is available from a large animal supply house Leedstone.com.

    • I got mine from the local feed and seed.

      No jab for me. Got too much injected against my will in the military. Plague, anthrax (6 of those) botulism, the list goes on. All “just in case” uncle Saddam had wmd.

      But he didn’t.

    • I also had long covid symptoms. Couldn’t smell or taste, and sinus congestion that just wouldn’t end. 14 months that went on, with no relief in site.

      Then I saw this 5 minute video: https://www.bitchute.com/video/rPkyLWdbiA98/

      Nicotine gum.

      It worked for me, and I certainly reccomend it HIGHLY for anyone else who can’t find relief!

  7. Yesterday I completed a trip that while never in my bucket list, was worthwhile: the “Spirit of Queensland” Tilt Train trip from Brisbane to Cairns, a 1068 kilometre journey in 24 hours and 45 minutes (though classed as a 28 hour trip, I think to cover unplanned delays). The train sets itself into a bank for bends in the track at 120 kmh, returning to the 150 kmh top speed for the long distance straights, so just shy of the olden times ‘ton’, or 100 mph.
    I don’t think that qualifies it as a really fast train, especially as it has to run slower when beside standard commuter services, and there are many sections of track where the substrate beneath the rail-bed can never be trusted to be solid or stable enough for high-speed travel.
    That’s fine though, as the panoramic windows allow you to appreciate the variety of natural scenery encountered, from the wide open plains of southern Queensland, to parts of the Great Dividing Range, lowland forests of gum and hardwoods, coastal vistas and endless mangrove and mud flat miasma (no less interesting, including wondering how they ran, and maintain a viable railroad track across it) to my favourite part of the state, the endless shades of green among rolling hills of tropical lowlands flora and the verdant rainforest and the sea of northern agricultural crops, tropical fruits and sugarcane.
    Mind you, with winter months behind us, at the end of spring time even the dryer parts of the state are green. When we rolled through Townsville (a.k.a. Brownsville or Sahara By The Sea, I saw a couple of the residents (Townsvillains) mowing their yard, I hesitate to say lawn or grass. I’m not sure what you call a crop of weeds, apart from ground cover.

  8. Nothing important to report from here in the United Queerdom unless you live in one of the thousands of new builds on a floodplain: it’s pissed down all week. As is usually the case, one job begets another. I fitted bigger section tyres and smaller diameter wheels to the car yesterday to get a softer ride on our crappy roads. Taking off the old ones, the wear pattern showed that there’s a problem with the right side suspension arm, so when my ageing wrists have got over the pain from yesterday I can overwork them again replacing that . . .
    Happy Thanksgiving, everybody and best wishes to all who are suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous health!

  9. Nothing major to report here in western IL USA, crops all harvested, good to very-good yields on corn and soybeans.

    Going into winter with about 65 colonies of bees, made a good choice last spring when we hauled 32 back form SD (just back form pollination in CA); going back for at least 64 in April…two trucks-two trailers, do it all in one trip.

    We did really well at local Farmers Markets selling our honey, one of my ‘helper grand-daughters has her ‘wheels’ and will probably have a ‘real’ job by next year, so the 12-year old will help in 2023.

    No major illnesses or any other family disasters to report, except that the Oldest Kid remains a dyed-in-the-wool Democrat…….WHERE did I go wrong, I keep asking myself !

    anyway…….Psalm 136:1
    O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.

    • “Train up a child in the way he SHOULD go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” (Proverbs 22) Keep on keeping’ on.

  10. Went to my niece’s home yesterday afternoon after having turkey dinner at my brother’s home. I had written out the directions to my nieces home the day before, but left them on the counter at home. I thought I had put them in my jacket pocket before departing. Nope, there they were when I arrived back home.

    My niece’s home is in an obscure small neighborhood and difficult to navigate to. Upon discovering I had forgotten the directions, I turned my phone on and used the maps/GPS app to get there. Easy peasy. First time I had used the app on my phone.

    Upon departing, I put my home town into the GPS app because I wanted to go home via back roads, a route I have used successfully in the past, with NO GPS help. Of course, it’s now pitch black and instead of really reading the road signs, I was depending on the GPS to assist me merrily on my way.

    What a colossal mistake.

    The effing GPS sent me in a huge circle for about an hours driving time. I even ended up on a short road blocked by a chain link gate blocking access to a bridge that was out. Damn good thing the gate was there, otherwise I probably wouldn’t be writing this.

    So, a normal one hour drive took 2.5 hours before I arrived at back at my domicile.

    After thinking about the drive trying to determine where it all went wrong, I was about two miles en-route when I made a wrong turn advised by the effing GPS.

  11. Nemo: Was it Giggle Maps? I made the mistake of using that for a route I could normally complete in an hour and a half. Its routing took me along side roads I didn’t know existed and took two and half 4king hours. Never again!

  12. Yesterday I got up at 0600 to help my son smoke a turkey (his effort/recipe). We all agreed that it was the juiciest turkey we’ve ever eaten! I say it was because his old man helped get it started. Everyone else says it was his recipe. Believe what you will.

    Wes, find yourself some ivermectin. https://covid19criticalcare.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/12/FLCCC-Protocols-%E2%80%93-A-Guide-to-the-Management-of-COVID-19.pdf and https://www.barnhardt.biz/ivermectin/

    Ken, hang in there. The body takes time to heal.

    For both of you, you’re in our prayers.

  13. Seems like I may have developed an ulcer. Not surprising since I constantly have to suppress the overwhelming desire to beat the living dogshit out of several idiots at work.
    I need a heavy bag to take this anger out on.

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