Someone Has Asked What Trump's Legacy Will Be
I guess it might be: He pushed back.
My opinion, free! No, I don't know what the domain name "www.philossifer.com" means. I added a domain name on a whim, and invented a name likely to be unique in a hurry. Perhaps it means that I am the internet philosophy police, for people who should go home because they are drunk.
I guess it might be: He pushed back.
I've been working, for a while, on a solar panel and battery system for my old utility van, which typically parks in a sunny spot near my office, because with it, I can kill two birds with one stone:
1. The preferred parking spot for my old van is sunny, and oriented such that that early afternoon sun comes directly in the windshield. I felt the need for a way to keep the van from heating up in the summer which didn't require my repeatedly unfolding and folding those silly shades that go behind the windshield. Solar panels in front of the windshield (only when the van is parked, of course) can do that.
2. Solar panels, keeping a separate 24V battery system topped off, together with inverters and such, will provide a convenient way to use my electric kettle to make a cup of tea (and power other devices requiring electricity) unhindered by the power failures here in PG&E country, which have occurred, from time to time, and seems likely to occur more frequently in the near future.
So I do have justification for straining my own meager budget to accommodate the (fairly ridiculous) added cost of my own small contribution to "renewables".
I say we're not living in the Twilight Zone, exactly, but we are, perhaps, in the Outer Limits.
A place where I used to work (in manufacturing) was acquired. So we had meetings, with the division which was now in charge of us. And more meetings. One day, we had an all hands, and a jolly fat man came to tell us how essential our operations were, and that we need not fear for our jobs. Not long after, we got the news that we would be shut down, laid off, and all operations transferred south. Only essential employees (about 7 of over 50, IIRC) would be offered a chance to keep their job by moving south. I was one of the 7 offered that opportunity, but I declined (I didn't want to work for liars).
So, we packed operations up, for the move south. I was technical supervisor (not a boss, but the designer of test systems) on the final test line. The test technicians came to me, asking, "what do we do to sabotage things?" I said "Nothing. I know these guys. I've been down there helping them when they got stuck. If you do everything you can do to help them, they _will_ screw it up, you will have your revenge, and your conscience will be clear."
It happened that I was re-hired in another part of the same company later, giving me the opportunity to learn that I had become infamous down south for the genius of my sabotage.
In 1980, I discovered that leftism was lying. So I re-registered Republican, and voted for Ronald Reagan. Later, I cut my hair. That was an interesting day. Two interesting days, I guess:
When "the bubble" of institutional leftist chic elite groupthink life reproduces (by fission, of course, being sexless, while sex-crazed), imitating a dozen science fiction movies. And you browse the comments without noticing any which are, apparently, aware of the metaphor. And, of course, San Francisco was first.
MSM has managed to make themselves a living update of the joke Reagan used to tell about the Soviet Union-