Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The aerobatic Pitts bi-plane.

On the right is a photo of the aerobatic Pitts bi-plane getting ready for take off. Taken last week end at the Riverside Airshow, note the wing walker to resist the high crosswind. The Pitts planes were the finest aerobatic plane available until the specially built high tech planes built today. The Pitts still holds its own in its class. This one sports a classy black and yellow decor. Tres macho. And he put on a beautiful show. He really can fly that puppy.
Well, the coffee is made, the cats are fed and the litter boxes clean. I'm meditated, medicated and bifurcated. I've elected not to walk today due to rain or the imminent possibility thereof.
Brother Bob chose not to visit today due to illness. Caution is always best in this dangerous world we live in. I think I had a touch of what he's got but it only lasted two days. Now it's all gone though I'll not tempt fate in this weather.
Aeroplanes flying in the rain are proof that we're all on this flight together.
footnote: Willie Nelson wrote a song titled "Blue Eyes Crying In the Rain" which I just realized would be complementary to 'Aeroplanes flying in the rain'.
Or not.

Dick

Monday, March 29, 2010

Brilliant numbers.

On the right is a photo of Doug Jardine in his Sukhoi, a Russian built plane designed specifically for big time aerobatic competition. Note the wing walker holding the wing against the wind. The wind was 20 knots gusting to 25 knots directly across the runway. The plane is described as magenta and white but I think it's pink and white.
Brilliant numbers...
I had never heard of this class of numbers until I stumbled across it on the Internet. Brilliant numbers were coined by Peter Wallrodt and are defined as positive integers with exactly two prime factors of the same digital length (in decimal notation). For example,
123467 = 311 * 397

is a brilliant number since both of its prime factors have exactly three digits. Also

9785471483 = 98621 * 99223

is a brilliant since it has exactly two factors with five digits each.

The reason this class of numbers is important is that they often turn up in cryptographic settings and are used to test the current capabilities of prime factoring software, since the problem of factoring large numbers is considered computationally difficult. That is, no one knows a quick and easy way to break a number down into its prime factors (and large brilliant numbers are the most difficult of all since they have only two prime factors of equal decimal length). It's like two prime numbers for the price of one.

For more on brilliant numbers go to google, do not pass go do not collect $200. I've never heard of them before.

Brilliant numbers are proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Right in front of all of us!


I've outlined the area where nearly all of the mushrooms I've seen over the years have occurred in the picture on the right. For what it's worth. At the present time there is nary a trace of mushrooms. The weather must be wrong or whatever the trigger is is not triggering the fruiting of the 'shrooms.
On the left is John Colyer flying an aerobatic routine in his cherried out AT-6. The AT stood for advanced trainer. This was the first plane our Army Air Corps training cadets flew with a retractable gear and a constant speed prop. This was the plane in which they first received combat (aerobatic) maneuvering experience. This plane was designated by the US Navy pilots as the SNJ. The Canadians called it the Harvard. All the same. In the photo he is at the bottom of a loop and has just completed a snap roll, the smoke of which is clearly visible. Right in front of all of us! In spite of the wind.
A erobatics in the wind is proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Sunday, March 28, 2010

The funny papers are in color so....



The funny papers are in color so.... the Riverside Airshow must have been yesterday. It was and I went. On the left is the bad-ass F-15. On the right is the last iteration of the venerable DC-3. Two planes from two eras. There were very few light planes that flew in from other airports because the wind was 20 knots gusting to 25 knots. That's a pretty stiff breeze. The professional sky divers who were scheduled to open the show decided it was too dangerous to jump in these winds and the fliers could each decide whether or not they would fly. No-one knew what was happening until it happened. All of the heavy metal flew but most needed wing walkers to hold the wings down while taxiing. Pictures over the next few days.
I left before the afternoon show because of the wind although it was nice sitting in the sun through the morning show, I was glad I had brought a jacket.
Airshows are fun even when they're not.
Aerobatics in a Taylorcraft is proof that we're all this flight together.

Dick

Friday, March 26, 2010

The meanig of life? 313

A piece of mathematical poetry:
313 =The smallest multidigit palindromic prime of the form n * phi(n) + 1, where phi(n) is the Euler function.
A multidigit palindromic prime, how's that for a mouthful? But there are several other interpretations of the number 313. For instance, it's the sum of the squares of two consecutive numbers. (313 = 12^2 + 13^2). Isn't it just a little weird the way prime numbers keep popping up out of nowhere?
And as a reminder of my aeronautical incident... 'Airspeed, altitude and brains – Two are always needed to complete a flight successfully.' I had Airspeed and altitude but missed the third one.
313 can prove that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Yodelling is so corny it's classy.

There's not much to report. I received the latest shipment of quantum mechanically oriented books from Amazon (Bless their hearts). The result is that my planned trip to Hawaii is pushed even further into the future.One of the latest is physicist Brian Greene's book about the shape of space and such. Lately I've been asking myself the question, "Is space continuous or is it quantized". My present understanding is that it is quantized into packets the size of a Planck length. This has major implications although I'm not sure what they are. But I'm certain they are significant. It probably has something to do with Prime Numbers.
Yodelling is so corny it's classy. Here is an 11 year kid who can yodel the Hell out of a song. Try it, it's worth a listen. And she gives a grown-up performance.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5122859998068380459#docid=510962137889329287

All one line.

Yodelling is proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Just a dalliance.

1. A hydrogen atom lost its electron and went to the police station to file a missing electron report. He was questioned by the police: "Haven't you just misplaced it somewhere? Are you sure that your electron is really lost?"
"I'm positive." replied the atom.A hydrogen atom lost its electron and went to the police station to file a missing electron report. He was questioned by the police: "Haven't you just misplaced it somewhere? Are you sure that your electron is really lost?"
"I'm positive." replied the atom.

2. Heisenberg was driving down the Autobahn whereupon he was pulled over by a policeman. The policeman asked, "Do you know how fast you were going back there? Heisenberg replied, "No, but I know where I am."
Uncertainty is proof that we're all on this flight together.
Dick

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The little fellows appeared in my front lawn.

I offer for your perusal a photo of the shy Tigger in a more relaxed moment. Because of her camouflage she fades into the background and consequently it is hard to get a good photo of her.
re: mushrooms. I can recall only three times that I have seen any mushrooms not in the 20 square feet of lawn in which they have repeatedly appeared. One occurrence was in my own lawn. The little fellows appeared in my front lawn just after I moved in but I've not seen them for a few years. It mystifies me as to why they appear in such a limited area. The rest of the lawn was all put in at the same time I suppose.
The mystery of mushrooms is manifest as proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Monday, March 22, 2010

There they are!

They're back! Only a few days after commenting that I haven't seen any mushrooms in a while and wondering about the cause of their occurrence than there they are. These just look hallucinogenic but I'm not about to test them. But there they are in all their glory at 7 am in the morning. The caps are about the size of a quarter (the 'qua' derives from the mysteries of quantum mechanics).
The Riverside airshow is this weekend. I'll try to gather the energy but that will be one tough day. But I gotta go.
The elegance of an airshow is proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Historic Flabob Airport and me.



Yesterday I drove out to Historic Flabob Airport for an EAA meeting. The nice thing about Historic Flabob Airport is that it doesn't change from month to month. The meeting was about the YO-3A, a reconnaissance plane designed to not be heard as it flew by at less than 800 feet. There were 11 of these planes built and 4 were sent to Vietnam. Other models were used by the FBI and the DEA to chase bad guys quietly. The last flying model was on display at Cable Airport at their fly-in a few months ago. I took these pictures of it over there. This plane is owned by NASA and was grounded shortly after I took these pics.
Historic Flabob Airport is proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Saturday, March 20, 2010

I'm taking off to Historic Flabob Airport

Just a quick note before taking off to Historic Flabob Airport for a meeting about a stealth plane used in Vietnam. More about it tomorrow.
I've finished the book by Michio Kaku and a started one as told to Edward Teller, father of the H bomb and mentor to Michio Kaku. It turns out that Kaku built a bevatron in his basement for a high school science project.
Anyone named Michio Kaku is proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Thursday, March 18, 2010

A Zen entry.

I have no momentous thoughts to wind around the Universe today except a few trivial thoughts about politics, religion and personal growth. So I won't say anything.
Trivial thoughts are proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Another beautiful day in Fullerton.

Another beautiful day in Fullerton. The sun was not quite over the horizon as I left on my walk and the temperature was a mild 56 degrees. It will get warm again today. At last Summer is on the way. Such a nice day to fly but I only saw a single light plane today.
I have noticed a dearth of aeroplanes lately and a paucity of mushrooms. There is an invisible trigger somewhere that causes planes to fly and the mushrooms to burst forth. But I suppose that's the reason for the mystery surrounding each of them.
The book on extra dimensions in which I'm presently engrossed was published in 1974. That's before the first Apple computer was sold (1980). Anyway, it's interesting to see how String Theory has evolved since then. But the concept of multiple dimensions was already established followed by several major modifications.
Mushrooms bursting forth are proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

What a way to wake up in the morning.

Wow! What a way to wake up in the morning. All of a sudden I was wide awake and I realized what was happening. That was the biggest 4.4 earthquake I've lived through. There's usually a rolling shock wave that hits before the one that rocks the house. This time it was WAM! all at once. Well we've been luck up til now. The big one will come some day, just like sunrise.
It was obvious during my morning walk that it was perfect earthquake weather. Still and very quiet. Budda and Tigger were apparently not forewarned of the quake. Budda is still sleeping through wake up time and was seemingly not affect by the early morning rocker.
Earthquakes are proof that were all on this flight together.

Dick

Monday, March 15, 2010

A momentous observation.

I've been observing two physical phenomenon for a long time. The first is that my nose is bent to the right (as seen from my face). I always assumed that it was because when I wash my face the motion tends to be left to right constantly pushing the nose to the right. My mother always warned me about my face freezing but I never connected that to my nose. I have noticed that one of my relatives is right handed but shows the nose tilt to the right. Genetics? Coincidence?
The other thing I'd like to discuss is the asymmetric growth of my fingernails. For as long as I can remember (my long term memory is still fairly good) the finger nail on my left ring finger always grew faster than any of my other nails. The nail on my left middle finger consistently demonstrates the next fastest growth rate. Following that the next nail in line is probably on the left pinky finger. After that it seems all the other nails grow at a fairly slower uniform rate. Is there a connection? What is it?
Is it just a coincidence that the finger nails on my left hand show a significantly greater growth rate than those on my right hand? Could it be a result of my exhibiting the left handed genes?
These are the kinds of momentous questions which might be solved through the use of p-adic modelling.
Or not.
Chirality could lead to a proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Hyperspace & Michio Kaku are freinds of mine.

There's bluegrass music on the eeelectric raddio so it must be Saturday. And I just found a place on Youtube with videos of Lisa Randall, Michio Kaku and Ed Witten, each an ultimate nerd in their own way. The topics were hidden dimensions and String Theory. Jeez! I found heaven. I've finished the book in which was contained the info on Topological Geometrical Dynamics (TGD). It's been put aside for a while to let the ideas percolate for a week or so and then I'll give it a second reading.
So I've started the book "Hyperspace" by Michio Kaku, a physicist/communicator. I've always admired him as measured by this book being one of the few I've kept since 1974 when it was published. Knowledgeable and willing to take a chance, he as always drawn my attention. I'll really get into it tomorrow (manana).
The ultimate scientific truth will prove that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Friday, March 12, 2010

The DMV and the 60th post.0

This is the 600th post to this blog (thanks to Deb for starting it all), and the news is I passed! Periodically the state of California decides to question whether or not I have the skills required to drive a car in this state. This year my license expires so off to the Bureau I went to prove my knowledge about the laws in California and everything. It's been 5 years since I was last tested. I breezed through paying $31 and the eye test. I can still read a letter at a time and understand it. Off to the man to get my photo taken and a print of my right thumb. I'm part of the system again with the print and all. The last event was the written test which I successfully negotiated (barely). But I fooled them again! I'm glad that's over When I showed up there, an hour early, the line was already about 60-70 people already. But knock the DMV all you like but I was out of there a half hour after they opened. They sure know how to get the job done. And everyone was pleasant. And using my renewed drivers licence I am legal to fly again (but I won't) Granted, they had just opened for the day so the stress level was at its lowest for the day. But I'm good to go for a while.
Or not.
The DMV is proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The aha moment.

I am beginning to understand p-adic math as well as some of its implications. It's really just another way to arrange things. We number the pages of a book as 1,2,3,4,5,6... We all learned what that means when we learned our numbers in kindergarten. p-adic is just another way to arrange the things. The 'p' in p-adic stands for prime numbers. Prime numbers are numbers which can be evenly divided only by 1 and itself (3,5,7,11,...). People have been fascinated with prime numbers since ever. It turns out that for some reason p-adic math is suited to modelling topology or shapes, shaping the 'landscape' using a math based in prime numbers.
The landscape of the p-adic world has nodes at, or overlaps, the landscape of the ordinary world at the prime numbers.
The landscape of the mind, the who am I at its most basic level, could be modelled using p-adic math, being part of the reason for our fascination with prime numbers. The nexus, or connection with the ordinary world would be at the prime numbers.
Now the aha moment. It makes so much sense. Like String Theory it seems simple. Using Occam's Razor we can become anything I chose if I can manipulate the p-adic landscape by adjusting the ordinary values at the prime numbers.
There are a lot of assumptions made here and a lot of questions to be answered but the skeleton is there. This comes from Finnish physicist who calls it topological geometric dynamics (TGD).
Or not.
TGD is proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Mushrooms are back.

Mushrooms are back. Their appearance doesn't seem to correlate with temperature or season. Maybe it's related to days since it last rained. Notice the different species. These have a darker color and the cap is flatter and lower to the ground than the last bunch (see June 2, 2009). The earlier mushrooms looked like they were hallucinogenic (I didn't try them) but these look like the poisonous type. But it's nice to see a cheery face in the morning.
My latest read is very interesting. Searching for the source of consciousness they try to extend physics beyond quantum theory. Really far out ideas but each smacks of a possible truth which could fundamentally change our view of the world. Even to the point of creating a new form of mathematics called p-adic. I don't pretend to understand it but it sounds like counting backwards where the small numbers count as the biggest and the big numbers count the least. Go figure.
New kinds of mathematics are proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Saturday, March 6, 2010

A book of dreams, the colors faded.



I was on my walk the other day just walking along and daydreaming about some triviality when I noticed the little friend on the left entering my space. I haven't seen squirrels as a regular event and never ones that didn't run like Hell. This one was almost friendly. On the right, sitting at the fork in the tree (see arrow) is a second squirrel barely 50 yards beyond the first one.
Today I saw three single engine aeroplanes fly overhead. That's quite a few my experience. And I heard a fourth one But it is a beautiful day to fly. The air is still but excellent visibility. The temperature is 58 degrees, just about right.
On the subject of Poetry. "On the table, a book of dreams, the colors faded". How many pictures does it conjure up? Let your imagination flow and meditate on the meaning of that. How many stories could you weave around that sentence? Let the poetry flow. One rarely loses his/her dreams but the metaphor of a faded colors is an excellent one. That's poetry. It also brings to mind the old country song,"Faded Love". Faded Love is the theme song for the bluegrass electric radio show to which I faithfully listen on Saturday mornings now that it's back. There's music in the air.
Country music is proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Friday, March 5, 2010

Mexican lemon imports and who are we?

For a chat showing the relationship between U.S. traffic fatalities and Mexican lemon imports copy and paste this into your browser:
http://ftalphaville.ft.com/blog/2009/04/03/54466/correlating-causality/

On another topic here is a philosophical question. Aside from the effects of traffic fatalities, what is it that makes me ..'me'? Is it my brain, or my heart? One could argue, I suppose, that it's the kidney or even the stomach. Which part would have to be excised to remove 'me' from the rest of the stuff? I seem to recall a movie in which the tables were lined with jars holding only brains. Each brain thought it was a real person doing real things. The question is particularly relevant when Captain Kirk says ,"Beam me up, Scotty". When his DNA sequence is disassembled for transmission across the Universe, what is the part or sequence that retains 'Captain Kirk' as Captain Kirk? What has to be specified to separate the molecules or sequence of the second-in-command from those of Captain Kirk?
The answer to the question of "Who Am I" could be of critical importance to us in the near future.
Or not.
That I am is proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

It's cold out there.

Brrrr. It's cold out there. When I left on my walk this morning the temperature was 42 degrees, That's cold in Fullerton. But the sun was just over the horizon when I left. As I returned at the end of the walk the temperature felt like it was in the 60's. The sun was well up. Today should turn out to be a perfect day.
Budda continues to choose to wake me up ten minutes early every day. He just climbs up on top of me and 'talks' to me until I throw him off or get up. How can I reset his internal clock to coincide with mine? Neither Quantum Mechanics nor String Theory seem to offer any definitive solutions.
The worms in my vermiculture box are thriving on their diet of coffee grounds and a few veggies now and then. I throw them a little dried grass clippings now and then and they grow healthy and happy.
Vermiculture proves that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Political Mission Statements.


The picture is the black and white cat I mentioned yesterday. I couldn't get the photo in yesterday for technical reasons (I couldn't get the damned thing in). So here he is sitting politely.
Lately I've been hearing right wing bloviators calling for bipartisan ship. What they seem to mean is to take what they want to the exclusion of everything else, including good sense. Logically, one could construct a Mission Statement defining the objective with great specificity. Then changes or amendments must be shown to move the bill towards the objectives of the Mission Statement. Otherwise, into the trash bin. It's just what any sane corporation would do. Right wing or Left wing, the only question is: Does it move the bill towards or away from the Mission Statement? Speed legislation.
Mission Statements are proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Bless your heart Patti.

I just realized that Patti White, my ex-niece, who is a Sergeant in the Army, was married in Ohio this Sunday past. Bless your heart Patti.
The rain has been on and off for the past two weeks. I can usually duck between the downpours to get my daily walk in. This morning I met a black and white cat who politely watched me slog by.
On the radio last night I heard an interview with Russell Targ. When I knew him he was a physicist at GT&E working on lasers (in the early days. I left there in 1969). He rode a bike 15 miles to work because he was legally blind. After a few years he left to work at Stanford Research Institute in Menlo Park. He got involved with doing classified work for the CIA. He got CIA contracts because he was doing psychic investigations at SRI. He was doing what is known as remote viewing. Apparently quite successfully. Very new physics!
Watching Russian rocket centers remotely is proof that we're all on this flight together.
Dick

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

What goes around comes around.

I've finished the book on entanglement and don't know a hell of a lot more now than I did when I started. But onward and upward. The new book is 'New Physics and the Mind'. My understanding is that the author takes a holistic , rather than a reductionist, view of the world of physics. The interesting fact here is that this is the premise in 'The Tao of Physics' written in 1960. This is the book that was the foundation of my belief that the mind can change everything. Written by a Berkeley physicist it is based on quantum physics and Eastern philosophy and found that the world view one comes to is the same whether studying quantum physics or Eastern philosophy.
It started in 1960 and here it is at the tail end of the up-to-date books I've selected.
Coincidence? I think not.
After all, The Tao of Physics proved that we're all on this flight together.

Dick

Monday, March 1, 2010

Thank God I'm a liberal.

I came across this on the internet and thought it might be of interest to those who wonder why I proudly consider myself a liberal.

“Liberal policies made America the freest, wealthiest, most successful and most powerful nation in human history. Conservatism in power always threatens to undo that national progress, and is almost always frustrated by the innate decency and democratic instincts of the American people…” – Joe Conason

Joe gets up at 6 a.m. and fills his coffeepot with water to prepare his morning coffee. The water is clean and good because some tree-hugging liberal fought for minimum water-quality standards. With his first swallow of water, he takes his daily medication. His medications are safe to take because some stupid commie liberal fought to insure their safety and that they work as advertised. All but $10 of his medications are paid for by his employer’s medical plan because some liberal union workers fought their employers for paid medical insurance – now Joe gets it too.
He prepares his morning breakfast, bacon and eggs. Joe’s bacon is safe to eat because some girly-man liberal fought for laws to regulate the meat packing industry.In the morning shower, Joe reaches for his shampoo. His bottle is properly labeled with each ingredient and its amount in the total contents because some crybaby liberal fought for his right to know what he was putting on his body and how much it contained. Joe dresses, walks outside and takes a deep breath. The air he breathes is clean because some environmentalist wacko liberal fought for laws to stop industries from polluting our air. He walks to the subway station for his government-subsidized ride to work. It saves him considerable money in parking and transportation fees because some fancy-pants liberal fought for affordable public transportation, which gives everyone the opportunity to be a contributor. Joe begins his workday. He has a good job with excellent pay, medical benefits, retirement, paid holidays and vacation because some lazy liberal union members fought and died for these working standards. Joe’s employer pays these standards because Joe’s employer doesn’t want his employees to call the union. If Joe is hurt on the job or becomes unemployed, he’ll get a worker compensation or unemployment check because some stupid liberal didn’t think he should lose his home because of his temporary misfortune. It’s noontime and Joe needs to make a bank deposit so he can pay some bills. Joe’s deposit is federally insured by the FSLIC because some godless liberal wanted to protect Joe’s money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the Great Depression. Joe has to pay his Fannie Mae-underwritten mortgage and his below-market federal student loan because some elitist liberal decided that Joe and the government would be better off if he was educated and earned more money over his lifetime. Joe is home from work. He plans to visit his father this evening at his farm home in the country. He gets in his car for the drive. His car is among the safest in the world because some America-hating liberal fought for car safety standards. He arrives at his boyhood home. His was the third generation to live in the house financed by Farmers’ Home Administration because bankers didn’t want to make rural loans. The house didn’t have electricity until some big-government liberal stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and demanded rural electrification. He is happy to see his father, who is now retired. His father lives on Social Security and a union pension because some wine-drinking, cheese-eating liberal made sure he could take care of himself so Joe wouldn’t have to. Joe gets back in his car for the ride home, and turns on a radio talk show. The radio host keeps saying that liberals are bad and conservatives are good. He doesn’t mention that the beloved Republicans have fought against every protection and benefit Joe enjoys throughout his day. Joe agrees: “We don’t need those big-government liberals ruining our lives! After all, I’m a self-made man who believes everyone should take care of themselves, just like I have.”

If you do not have skin cancer, and have ever stood outside without having a peeling sunburn within moments, thank the ozone layer, thank the ban on CFCs, and thank a liberal.

If you have not died in a heat wave, drought, hurricane, flood, wildfire, or other climate change disaster, and like the idea of your children and grandchildren not living in desert wastelands, thank a liberal.

If you have ever breathed clean air or drank clean water, thank a liberal.

If no woman you know has died or been maimed in a back-alley Abortion, thank a liberal.

If you have never been lynched, or had your children firebombed in a church, thank a liberal.

If you are glad we don’t live in a right-wing dictatorship along the lines of what conservatives overtly and covertly created in Iran, Guatamala, Nicaragua, the Dominican Republic, the Congo, Chile, Brazil, El Salvador, the Phillipines, Indonesia and many others, thank a liberal.

If you have ever used Medicare, thank a liberal.

If you have not gotten cancer from radiation, thank the Nuclear test ban and thank a liberal.

If you have ever sat on a public seat, drank from a drinking fountain, stood on a bus, or done anything in public without worrying about being beaten up for being in the wrong section for your skin color, thank a liberal.

If you’ve ever driven on an interstate highway, thank a liberal.

If you grew up in a family of less than 12 kids, like the idea of being able to choose if you have 12 kids or not, if you don’t live in an overpopulated third world slum, or just think birth control is a good idea, thank a liberal.

If your family benefited from the GI Bill of Rights, FHA Mortgages, and so forth, thank a liberal.

If you have ever bought anything from Europe, and are glad the Marshall plan kept it from remained a bombed-out shell or falling to communism or neo-fascism, thank a liberal.

If you are glad that the Nazis don’t control half the world (conservatives opposed joining World War 2 until it was forced on them) thank a liberal.

If you have ever eaten food (agricultural subsidies), flicked on a light switch (rural electrification) or benefited from the Tennessee Valley Authority, thank a liberal.

If you ever drank a beer or a glass of wine without being thrown in jail, thank a liberal.

If you are not a land-owning white male, but have voted, thank a liberal.

If you have not died from tainted meat, been prescribed something useless or poisonous by a quack doctor, have not given your children cough syrup which turned out to have heroin as its secret ingredient, thank a liberal. (and Nixon)

If your workplace is safe and you are paid a living wage, including overtime; if you enjoy a 40-hour week and you are allowed to join a union to protect your rights without being lynched, thank a liberal.

If you’ve ever seen a national park, and it hadn’t been strip mined and clearcut into a desert wasteland, thank a liberal.
If you have never suffered from an economy of massive deflation, and have never even heard of an economic phenomenon called a “panic”, thank a liberal.

If your children go to school instead of working in coal mines, thank a liberal.

If you’re a Native American and have not been killed or died in a concentration camp, or if you live near Native Americans and are not at war with them, thank a liberal.

If you have an industrial or high-tech job – or really, any job other than those available in a slave-powered cash crop economy (ie, a third world economy) thank a liberal.

If you’re not a slave or “indentured servant” (white slave), don’t think protection of slavery belongs in the constitution, if you’ve never been chained to a boat where half the passengers die, been whipped, had your family split up, been forced to “breed” with another slave you’ve never met, been raped by your boss, or killed for not being profitable, thank a liberal.

If you oppose political parties starting massive wars to destroy America, just because they lost the election, and killing hundreds of thousands of Americans in process – if you just don’t have that much fanatical hatred of Lincoln’s policy of to restricting slavery to states where it already existed, thank a liberal.

If you’re part-Irish, Catholic, Jewish, or for that matter anything not Anglo-Saxon Protestant, and are allowed to live in America, and are not harassed and attacked for failing to be born Anglo-Saxon Protestant, or if you’ve ever bought or used anything built by a non-ASP American, thank a liberal.

If you kind of like freedom of speech, and don’t want the state government to be able to censor you – (you think the 14th amendment is a good idea) – thank a liberal.

If you have ever bought or sold anything transported by the transcontinental railroad, or eaten food from a farm created by the railroad, thank a liberal.

If you think the US constitution is pretty cool, and have ever traveled too or done business with a country whose democracy was inspired by the American revolution, thank a liberal.

If you have not been drafted and used as cannon-fodder in some war caused by some petty insult between nobles, clan leaders, or other various overfed dictators, or suffered rape or looting in one of those countless wars, thank a liberal.

If you have not been tortured to death in a religious inquisition, thank a liberal.

If you don’t have to walk though ankle-deep sewage in the streets (because sewers are big gummint), thank a liberal.

If you have ever done anything that is a religious or superstitious taboo (ie, done anything at all) without being stoned to death or cast out as a heretic, thank a liberal.

If you have never been raped, and then had the rapist escape punishment on the grounds that he marry you, thank a liberal.

If you are not a slave toiling to build a pyramid for some lazy dictator who’s so spoiled he thinks he’s god, and won’t even see it until he’s dead, thank a liberal.

If you have not been killed as a human sacrifice in the name of some god, thank a liberal.

In short, if you’ve ever enjoyed anything of the post-stone-age world, thank a liberal.

…And if not, become a conservative.