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Florida university bridge collapses leaving 'several fatalities'

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-43418898

More sad news.

Bellgab Valentine Exchange

I don't think we've done this before and in the interest of bringing us all together, (at least try to), I thought this might be fun.

When I think of sweetness on Bellgab, one name rises to the top. So here goes.

SV, this one is for you.

To: A charming, sweet tempered, gentleman- that is, when you are not acting like a brass necked yob.

From: Eva B., your little Teutonic Dampfnudel.

I can only hope that these people were trolling this show. Shark Week aired a simulated race between Olympic medalist, Michael Phelps, and a CGI great white shark. Apparently, some people felt cheated and put their stupidity on display by taking to social media to express their outrage that Phelps was not put into the water with a real shark. They complained that they took sixty minutes out of their busy lives to watch this show. I'm guessing Sharknado 5 would be a better choice for this crowd.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/arts-and-entertainment/wp/2017/07/24/michael-phelps-didnt-actually-race-a-real-shark-on-tv-and-viewers-arent-happy/?utm_term=.4032b83994f2

So what did these people expect? The shark would stand poised on the diving block and jump into the water on cue? The shark would stay in its lane and resist its natural instinct to disable and consume its opponent?

The other interesting issue I question, is how an Olympic swimmer capable of a top speed of 6 miles per hour can race a large fish capable of swimming 25 miles per hour and only lose by 2 seconds over the 100 meter race.

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The computer simulated great white shark swam 100 meters in 36.1 seconds. Phelps, fitted in a special wet suit and monofin that bound his feet together, took 38.1 seconds to swim the same distance. So close â€" but no dice.

I probably should wait for George to give us the old C2C in-depth analysis in the coming weeks.       

I am astonished by the ridiculous expectations of this segment of our population. Please feel free to share any similar stories here.

As Jack Benny said, “Age is strictly a case of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” But in your case, I think it matters; it matters a LOT!

A Limerick for you:

Sredni Vashtar was bored one day

Came here and decided to stay

In a game of wits

He'll cut you to bits

He's our grandmaster of wordplay


I finished your portrait and I hope I captured your fussypants attitude.



Happy Birthday SV!

It's that time of year *again*. If the season irritates, brings joy, has special memories, or unique traditions for any of you, please feel free to post your sentiments here. Favorite song, movie, joke, poem, story, or if you find something that makes you smile or grind your gears- we want to know. 
Consider it holiday therapy. 

I'm going to start us off with something cute!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuRn2S7iPNU

Please share stories about paganism, witchcraft and folk magic with us.

http://www.mysticalraven.com/spirituality/the-last-of-the-granny-witches/

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The Last Of The Granny Witches
Posted on October 26, 2015 1:48 pm by Raven Fon Comment

We are a peculiar breed. Our roots grow deeper than the cedars, and yet we don’t know precisely where or who it is that we grew from. We are a mystery as old as these hills themselves, and it doesn’t take much figuring to know that we are enigmas of intentional design and destiny.

God knows our names.

We are not Northerners â€" damn Yankees, the men folks’ Confederate influence called them â€" and this we know without a doubt. I myself was always preened into believing I was a Southern child, born out of notions of gallantry and romance, but the fact is, I ain’t a low country belle and I’ve never picked a shred of cotton or been to a debutante ball.

We are not peaches.

And these mountain women before us were not delicate flowers or distressed coquettes. In these old heirloom hills, the women are as tough as the men, and then some. There was only one person Papaw was leery of, and that was Mamaw. No, you are not a peach, never mind how long you’ve thought you were or the times your daddy said so. No, you’re not. You are not easily bruised fruit. The blood in our veins is laced with old magic and the secrets of the noble savants before us.

We are the last of the granny witches.

The old ones, the original Appalachian queens, were daughters of the Celts and the offspring of Druids and medieval mavens and the natives of the old world craft, and we are their children. And although we are indeed as mysterious as these old hills, we still have that Celt and Cherokee elder magic in our bones.

I have beheld divination in my grandmother’s kitchen as she would foretell future events spelled out in the remnants of black tea or coffee grounds on the bottom of a common porcelain cup. With my own eyes I have witnessed warts and scars blown clean off the skin with nothing more than a believing breath and a skyward nod towards The Maker. Those magic women, those healers of wounds and tellers of fortunes and hex casters never considered themselves anything but noble and proud and God-fearing, and it didn’t bother them to be called a granny witch or a bee charmer or a medicine woman. These were gifts to them from the Divine.

And I recall bed sheets over mirrors in rooms where some tired soul had just given up the ghost. Nobody wants to be haunted forever, not even by somebody they once loved, and so they cover up the mirror so the spirit won’t see themselves and linger around. Ain’t a’ one of us needs a specter in the house. That’s why Sister Brown paints her ceiling haint blue. You just never know and can never be too sure. Some folks don’t know when to leave, even after they’re dead. And the horseshoe hanging upright above the front door won’t do a thing for the spirits, but at least your luck won’t ever run out.

And you do such things yourself, too, and likely have never spent a juncture of a thought as to why, or from where or who, or for what consequence. I would wager you’d never pick up a coin that’s face down or cross the path of a black cat without blessing yourself (or at least thinking that you’re not superstitious anyway and you convince yourself there’s no need give that cat a second thought), and your very blood will chill when a broken clock starts a tick-tick-ticking again, for you already know what that means, and it’s not to tell the time.

There once was many more of us, back in the old days when it seemed like God was sleeping somewhere over on the mountain and the old ones ruled the land and fended for themselves. But that time has long gone. We must work harder to preserve our magic, for it is fading into the background noise of technology and naysayers and law men that tell us we are common simple folk and feed us pills and poverty to quiet us. I fear that we are truly the last of the granny witches, the last tellers of tales, and that will be the end of our magic.

Some of us have already lost it.

But that old blood still courses through my veins, and perhaps you can feel it, too, when the sparrow smashes against a window or the cow moos after dark. What we send out into the yonder surely comes back home to us, eventually. It always has.

Send out your magic. Don’t be the last of your kind. We are the daughters of the Celts and the offspring of Druids and medieval mavens and the natives of the old world craft. And yes, God knows your name. Tell your tales and bewitch history, just like the mother mountains with her ages of charm and mystery, where peaches have never grown.

News report that Josh Duggar had accounts on Ashley Madison.

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2015/08/20/josh-duggar-breaks-silence-following-ashley-madison-claims-i-have-been-the-biggest-hypocrite-ever/

I'm trying not to indulge in Scheherazade, but I always felt that they were disingenuous. I know of people who practically worshipped them. This is the reality when you elevate people to that level only to find out they're not what they portray themselves to be. Looks like Nemesis delivered some divine retribution. 

I got "Hawk" on my first attempt- "robot" on my second. Give it a try! 

http://www.igame.com/eye-test/?fbs=30

I hadn't seen much about this project lately and came across this interesting article today.

http://gizmodo.com/mars-one-is-broke-disorganized-and-sketchy-as-hell-1691726224

I know little to nothing about how the radio talk show business works but it does seem to be an overcrowded field. Many are changing format and not doing well. It seems that only the really well established talk shows are secure. I still don't see how George stays on the air. I'm not picking on him- I've just listened/seen enough of his work to know that I don't want to see or hear more.

I don't listen to sports shows but these guys have good voices and are articulate. Unfortunately, their numbers weren't good enough. Shabby way to treat employees- I don't blame him for being upset. Not sure if that will harm his career.

I can't believe that C2C still limps along!


Radio Hosts Fired Over Twitter - Live On-Air

I remember coming across one or two of these while looking through old, old, family albums. They also made reference to these in the movie, The Others. One of my kids collects antiques and has a collection.

http://www.viralnova.com/post-mortem-victorian-photographs/

Clever but not in a tasteful way!   

I'm curious about some of the witches who were frequent guests on C2C. George had mentioned Evelyn Paglini -oops- Dr. Evelyn Paglini and she was not a favorite of mine. I'm not an expert on the subject, I'm just interested in the history and cultural aspects. There was something"off" about her as far as I was concerned. I found an interesting blog that talks about her before her fame.

http://thedemoniacal.blogspot.com/2014/04/dr-evelyn-paglini-has-passed-away.html

I like Judika Illes. She doesn't come off as a hack trying to push a product. She has a genuine passion for the subject and only presented positive, healthy aspects, which I suspect is why her interview with George was strained.

Are there any other witches who were guests on Coast that you remember?









 

These are hilarious!

http://www.viralnova.com/sexist-vintage-ads/

I came across this video of Tom Campbell on what happens after we die. I looked him up and found that he was a guest on C2C.


What happens after we die? - NASA physicist Tom Campbell on The Z Cases

I don't remember the show. I was curious and gave it a listen. I'm not buying the computer program theory. Some aspects sound plausible, but he lost me the further he went. Doesn't it seem very inefficient- wouldn't there be a better way to achieve enlightenment? The negative aspects seem to dominate the "system"- wouldn't more balance and comparison be more efficient? 

Gotta love the creepy, disembodied head. 

This is for all those who are old enough to remember our old "wasteful" days. Not sure of the source of this piece - just found it on FB.

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older lady that she should bring her own grocery bags, because plastic bags are not good for the environment.

The woman apologized to the young girl and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."

The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."

The older lady said that she was right -- our generation didn't have the "green thing" in its day. The older lady went on to explain:

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.

Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags that we reused for numerous things. Most memorable besides household garbage bags was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. But, too bad we didn't do the "green thing" back then.

We walked up stairs because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.

But she was right. We didn't have the "green thing" in our day.

Back then we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220volts. Wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

But that young lady is right; we didn't have the "greenthing" back in our day.
Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief(remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she's right; we didn't have the "green thing" back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in arazor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn't have the "green thing" back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family's $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the"green thing." We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the "green thing" back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart ass young person.

We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to really piss us off... especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smart-ass who can't make change without the cash register telling them how much.

The Dutch are smart enough to try and reverse a failed experiment:

http://governmentinexile.typepad.com/government_in_exile/2012/04/the-dutch-scrap-multiculturalism.html

"Peter" has some thoughts on the Netherlands.

The Netherlands, where six per cent of the population is now Muslim, is scrapping multiculturalism. The Dutch government says it will abandon the long-standing model of multiculturalism that has encouraged Muslim immigrants to create a parallel society within the Netherlands.

A new integration bill, which Dutch Interior Minister Piet Hein Donner presented to parliament on June 16, reads: "The government shares the social dissatisfaction over the multicultural society model and plans to shift priority to the values of the Dutch people. In the new integration system, the values of the Dutch society play a central role.

With this change, the government steps away from the model of a multicultural society. A more obligatory integration is justified because the government also demands that from its own citizens. It is necessary because otherwise the society gradually grows apart and eventually no one feels at home anymore in the Netherlands.

The new integration policy will place more demands on immigrants. For example, immigrants will be required to learn the Dutch language, and the government will take a tougher approach to immigrants who ignore Dutch values or disobey Dutch law. The government will also stop offering special subsidies for Muslim immigrants because, according to Donner; "It is not the government's job to integrate immigrants."

The government will introduce new legislation that outlaws forced marriages and will also impose tougher measures against Muslim immigrants who lower their chances of employment by the way they dress. More specifically, the government will impose a ban on face-covering, Islamic burqas as of January 1, 2013.

Holland has done that whole liberal thing, and realized - maybe too late - that creating a nation of tribes will destroy the nation itself.

The future of Australia, the UK, Canada and even America may well be read here. Muslim immigrants leave their countries of birth because of civil and political unrest CREATED BY THE VERY NATURE OF THEIR CULTURE. 

I propose a contest to award the tile of Twit of the Week chosen from the scintillating cast of guests we are treated to each and every week on Coast.

Any suggestions for rules and procedures for this contest?   

So these are the "dreamers" and wonderful people just looking for a better life. They burned and desecrated American flags on the 4th of July. I'm sure they hold our traditions dear and fully respect our history and the sacrifices that were made creating a country where they can be arrogant enough to act this way.

http://www.breitbart.com/Breitbart-California/2014/07/04/American-Flag-Burned-at-Murrieta-Protests-on-4th-of-July

Just a reminder of what The 4th of July means (to some of us) Happy 4th of July and thank you to all who sacrificed so much.


The American Revolutionary war 1


The American Revolutionary war 2

Be prepared for George's homily on this tonight. See- Ouija boards are dangerous! I bet the girls involved will give birth to mean babies some day. 

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2665899/Possessed-girl.html

Sorry if this has already been covered in previous posts, but I have a couple of questions.

George claims Shafica Karagull as an aunt. I found some interesting information about her and her career, but not much about family history. I checked out George's Wiki page but she's not mentioned there in his family/personal life sections. Plus the parents are not named- isn't that strange? Why wouldn't he provide information about his family- especially if he had an accomplished relative? Maybe I'm missing something- but I remember him talking about her on the show.

I've given up on Coast 2 Coast- I tune in hoping that the guest can overpower George and carry the show despite GN, but that rarely happens. I'm beginning to forget some of the really interesting topics that used to fill those 4 late night hours. I remember one of Art's shows, in particular, when he interviewed "the most evil woman in the world"- she was truly creepy and Art did a masterful job of interviewing her.

I was wondering if would be possible for us to start a section dedicated to our favorite paranormal topics. We could present the topic basics and then open it up to speculation, questions, FRIENDLY debate- just to keep it fun and interesting. I know it sounds like a lot of work, but I think that's what it takes for it to be interesting. Otherwise, you end up with the current form of C2C. What do you think? 

What is your most jaw dropping experience from listening to C2C with or without George?

I think mine occurred a few years ago. George was hosting, and his guest was selling some tape collection of exercises that would help you connect with your higher self. He claimed that you could develop new, previously unknown talents and skills this way. To illustrate his own experience- he, the guest, I wish I could remember his name, started playing a piano (so he claimed) while exclaiming, "How am I doing this?!?! I've never played the piano before - so how am I doing this?!!" By this time I had stopped what I was doing because I was laughing so hard. He sounded like a character from a Mel Brooks movie- funny accent, eccentric delivery. He kept going on and on about these tapes he was selling. You could tell that George was not a happy man and I don't think he kept him on past the first hour segment.

I found a website site selling his classes/tapes. The comments were from unhappy customers. No surprise but it was fun.

Here's an oldie:

A man walks in to a bar and orders a drink. He looks down the bar and sees another piss drunk man who kept falling off his stool. The man finishes his drink watching the other man try to get back up on the stool.

Feeling sorry for the drunk, the man tries to stand him up, but the drunk keeps falling. The man thinks that this drunk needs to be taken home, so he finds his address in his wallet. On the way to his car, the man had to practically carry the drunk man.

After finally finding his house, the man carries the drunk man to the front door. He rings the doorbell and a lady answers. "Ma'am, your husband is drunk, so I decided to give him a lift home."

The woman replies, "Thank you sir, but I have one question...Where's his wheelchair?"