Metal detectorists searching a field in the South of England unearthed something a bit special earlier this year , the first find war a Gold Garnet inlaid band which was found by a chap new to the hobby , beginners luck perhaps but what came next turned the experienced detectorist who found it to tears , the objects are about 1,600 years old.


Credit to the guys for their find and following protocol.

Like many people I have become addicted to Reddit's "Am I the Asshole?". If you are unfamiliar it is a place where people tell their stories and ask that eternal question. Some are genuine in the questioning of their situation while others sugar coat their stories to sway opinion in their favor. Personally I just like the drama, especially since I am safely uninvolved as an anonymous reader.

Why do so many seek the judgement of internet strangers? The answers can be varied but my opinion is only this: Yes, you are the asshole!

We are all the asshole in someone's story. We are all the villain in someone's mind. None of us are perfect- not a single one. No matter how we frame our story in the other guy's story we are evil. I have learned to accept this. No matter how good of a person I think I am from someone else's perspective I am the bad guy. This is true of ALL of us.

The next time you feel all self-righteous and indignant please remember that you too are the asshole in somebody's story, maybe just as much as they are the asshole in yours.

Enjoy your Mother's Day weekend, Rogues! I'll be over here just being an asshole!

Some of the nuts, bolts, and purpose of the Space force

Hopefully nobody gets triggered by this piece.

Quote:Ah, the Baby Boomer counter-culture. That flower-crowned fever dream of peace, love, and delusional utopianism. History remembers it fondly as the moment when an entire generation supposedly broke free of “the Man,” embraced sexual liberation, and fought for civil rights. But peel back the tie-dyed curtain, and what do we find? A mess. A loud, self-righteous, pot-smoke-reeking mess that promised liberation, but delivered gentrification, inflated real estate markets, and the spiritual death of rock 'n' roll.

In the interest of transparency, I am a Cusper. My folks were Depression/WW2 era, making me a Boomer, but many of my peers were the offspring of Boomers—i.e. Xers. By the time I became culturally aware, most of the damage was done. My first wife was a Boomer, and the second was an Xer, and frankly I don’t see a lot of difference.

Let’s begin with the obvious: the Boomers were the first generation in history to rebel against their parents because life was too good. Raised in an era of unprecedented prosperity, they somehow managed to mistake boredom for oppression. Imagine growing up with full employment, cheap tuition, affordable housing, and a pension plan at age 24—and deciding the real problem with society was that the living room wallpaper didn’t have enough mushrooms on it.

This was a revolution that claimed to be against consumerism, while being sponsored by Volkswagen. Yes, nothing screams anti-establishment quite like a mass-produced German vehicle commissioned by Adolf Hitler becoming the symbol of your movement. Boomers didn’t so much reject capitalism, as give it a makeover. Tie-dye T-shirts? Monetized. Anti-war slogans? Trademarked. LSD-induced spiritual awakenings? Published by HarperCollins and sold at Borders.

And let's not forget the music. Oh, the music! The soundtrack of their revolution—Dylan, Hendrix, Joni, Janis—was meant to stir souls and ignite change. But within a decade, those same anthems were background noise in elevators, car commercials and dental office waiting rooms. Woodstock, the pinnacle of hippie idealism, left behind not only good vibes and acid flashbacks, but also a mountain of trash, mud and hepatitis, not to mention “love children”. It was less a utopia and more a prototype for Burning Man with worse plumbing and no logistics.

Of course, the Boomers were very into social justice—when it meant skipping class and quoting Marx in between bong hits and Weathermen reports. But once the revolutions were over, they didn't exactly dismantle the systems they once raged against. No, they bought and packaged them. Wall Street? Now staffed by former flower children with ponytails and investment portfolios. The military-industrial complex? Still booming, just with better PR and possibly a few recycled drum circles. They didn’t kill the system. They moved into it, put their feet up, and asked what the pension plan looked like.

In fact, the anti-war generation has become one of the most bellicose in history, selling bombs to third-world countries, then bombing the buyers, all the while kicking back to the Boomer politicians who facilitated both ends of the deal.

And speaking of pensions—can we talk about housing? These self-proclaimed anti-materialists snatched up real estate like it was going out of style (it was). They turned every affordable neighborhood into an overpriced Whole Foods fantasy, then had the audacity to call millennials “entitled” for not being able to afford a broom closet in Haight-Asbury or a studio flat in Greenwich. They fought the man, then became the man, complete with mortgage-backed securities and vintage LPs that have tripled in value (see The Beatles “Yesterday and Today” unpeeled).

Let’s not gloss over the family values aspect, either. The generation that told their parents “you’re not the boss of me” then went on to raise latchkey kids with divorce rates that made 16th-century monarchs blush. Their parenting style? A cocktail of absenteeism, passive aggression, and vague talk of “finding yourself.” Thanks, Mom and Dad—you created the Therapy Industrial Complex.

And education—remember when Boomers protested universities for being too square? Fast-forward forty years and they're charging students $50,000 a year for the same Cultural Studies courses they once picketed. The revolution, it seems, had a tuition fee. Today's students graduate with debt that would bankrupt a small nation, all while Boomers moan that “kids these days don’t know the value of hard work.” This from the people who spent their formative years dropping acid and reading Siddhartha.


Sorry, I threw up a little bit in my mouth.

Even the environment didn’t get spared. Boomers were the original Earth lovers, sure. They hugged trees, wore hemp, and banned aerosols. But somehow, in the decades since, we’ve managed to cook the planet to a crisp under their watch. Turns out the “ecological consciousness” of the 1970s couldn’t withstand the allure of SUV Breeder Buses, air conditioning, and all-you-can-eat shrimp buffets.

And let’s be brutally honest: the cultural hangover is real. The Boomer legacy gave us new-age narcissism, pseudoscience, and a generation convinced that your chakras are the key to financial success. They replaced religion with horoscopes, wisdom with vibes, and civic duty with yoga retreats in Bali.

What began as a movement of hopeful rebellion mutated into an exercise in self-indulgence. The “don’t trust anyone over 30” crowd never trusted anyone under 30, once they hit 31. Their revolution wasn’t about changing the world—it was about feeling like they were changing the world, while ensuring they still got their tax credits and inherited cottages in the Catskills.


In short, the Baby Boomer counter-cultural revolution didn’t fail because it went too far. It failed because it didn’t sacrifice luxuries and financial security. It was theatre, not transformation. Noise, not substance. A marketing strategy masquerading as social change.

The Boomers were a demographic blob that descended like locusts on the social contract, leaving nothing but scraps and droppings in its wake. It was a drug-infused opium fantasy, couched in fecklessness, espousing liberation from reality.

So here we are—children of the revolution, left to clean up the mess and pay the bills. The peace signs have rusted, the vinyl smells of mildew, and the only thing truly counter-cultural left is financial solvency.

From neo-tribal communes, to the boards of corrupt NGOs, the Boomers’ legacy has bankrupted the treasury and society. The unicorn farts and sunbeams that recently crashed the European grid is a direct result of a self-indulgent generation hell-bent on making everyone else live by their dreams.

Perhaps the 21st century will come to be known as “The Great Mop-Up”.

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There is really only one counter-culture film worth mentioning, and that is Easy Rider (1969). This film is in the moment, of the moment and for the moment. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a must. If you have seen it, it’s been at least 30 years and time again. In many ways, this classic has almost become a documentary. Dennis Hopper co-wrote, directed and stars with Peter Fonda and Jack Nicholson.

Logistics/supplies means you need to have stuff for your fighting force to carry out a strike or a war(Russia has been lacking in that department for Ukraine).

The video covers some of the logistics in place for an attack on Iran.

Magpie is a smart bird , this smart bird was filmed having a bit of fun at a cat's expense.


Love the way he turns his back to the cat daring it to have a go.

I didn't know exactly where to post this, but thought this would be the most appropriate place.

I got to thinking that some may wonder what my avatar is about.  That's not actually me with the Polaroid camera around my neck or the person in the chicken suit.  The image is from a roll of film that was inside an old camera I bought.  Whoever had owned the camera took vacation pictures when they went to a theme park in Pennsylvania and then forgot to take the roll out once it was finished and get it developed.  Well, I bought the camera from a local antique store and found the film inside and then developed it myself.  It was quite degraded, but I was able to get a few frames to turn out somewhat useable.

In one frame, the name of the theme park was clearly visible, "Dutch Wonderland."  It was, and still is, located in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  I believe the pictures were taken around the late-1960's or maybe a couple years into the 1970s, judging from the Polaroid instant camera around the guy's neck and the style of clothing people were wearing.  I can't tell exactly what model of camera the Polaroid is because it's closed up, wtith the cover protecting it.  But I have a couple just like it and they were made in the 1960s.  The film itself is Kodak Verichrome Pan, and I'm pretty sure it's 620 size.

I think that's about all there is to tell about the image.  Here's a link to the complete image, if you're interested.  Notice the fogging along the left and right edges:



Dutch Wonderland - Found Film par HaarFager, on ipernity

727sky (I'm pretty sure this is who it was) posted a story about Google's Willow quantum chip (on another website which shall remain nameless).  After I read the post, I had done some research on the subject and wanted to comment on it.  Not sure if there's a similar post here, but if there is, if someone could post a link to it, I will provide my comments here (instead of that other site).

Thanks!

Hi All!!

I finally managed to get a link to here which I lost a while back.  Thanks to MI Swamp Buck for that!

I've been MIA for a while.  I think I missed one of the site changes here and this was my issue.  Anyway, it's good to be back!  I will look forward to discussions with all of you.

FCD