Meme Scholar with Madness (PhD)

[EndtheMadnessNow]

These warnings are somewhat routine, but it was the 3rd statement in less than an hour about it.











This exercise is carried out every year, but of course one gets worried when NATO gets ready for a nuclear war.

Decoding the codename: Steadfast Noon
1. Command: (S)upreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe
2. Function: (N)uclear


"I hope this email finds you well."




Checking in on local politics is always a clown show: a Michigan state House race pits a MAGA Republican vs. a Democrat who claims he served as Sr. Commander Commando Legionaire in the US military's psychic unit.



Facing ‘government psychic,’ ex-state House rep campaigns for return to Lansing

Do you think he used his psychic powers to see that he'd be able to run unopposed?


2024 Ballotpedia


Spc. Jessica Kwiatkowski, the first woman infantry soldier to earn a Tomb Badge, walked the mat at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier for a final time on Oct. 4, 2024. Not only was she the first woman infantry soldier to earn a Tomb Badge, but she also gained notoriety when a video of her guarding the Tomb during a severe thunderstorm went viral.





It appears few are talking about this, but seems like a major deal. You have the Internet archive going down, lots of major hacks to infrastructure happening in the US and then this couldn’t possibly be related right? Nah, couldn't be.


The 30-year-old internet backdoor law that came back to bite

The Clinton gift that keeps on giving. All your base are belong to us.






Prepare the wine for the feast of farewell,
In this cold light, the soul seeks its night,
Raging against the gentle descent to hell,
Where shadows of love and sorrow ignite,
Cast off the weight of unspoken dreams,
For death is but a river that redeems
Set sail upon the ghostly ship of yore,
Its weathered timbers creak with ancient sighs,
The mast a sentinel on death's dark shore,
Where whispered prayers and mournful seabirds rise,
Cargo of memories, burdens and grace,
To drift through twilight's endless, boundless space.
Hoist the sails of silence, let them catch the breeze,
The stars above a map to worlds unseen,
Across the waves of time and broken pleas,
The journey's end a calm and somber green,
Unfurl the shrouds of fears and bitter cries,
To find in death a peace that never dies.