Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Just say no. There’s always a way to fight back if you want the effort start rolling. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-14728449/Urgent-warning-Americans-dangerous-technology-80-airports.html
BIG facial hair
BIG shield style sunglasses
BIG brimmed hat
fuk-em-ded
Nah… if you stepped up to the camera with the disguise you’ve instantly submitted. Then they tell you to take it off. Then you comply? Just say no before it gets started.
Which of those would be considered a disguise?
I’ve had full facial hair since 1978, I wear prescription glasses with mirrored flip-ups when it’s sunny, and when I leave the compound I usually have a brimmed hat on.
I haven’t been on any plane since 1980 when they stopped allowing full blooded American Veterans like me defend ourselves as we see fit.
Remember the “fence” we’re not allowed to touch?
It keeps getting smaller all the time.
Well… you beat me for the plane less traveled. Last time flying for me was 2007. I’ve been around the globe many times but it’s been that long. Airports; essentially police stations with airplanes; coupled with the motel bedbugs, I prefer to sleep under the very private, comfortable and affordable shell on the back of my pickup.
“…comfortable and affordable shell on the back of my pickup.”
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Sounds like an acceptable and preferred home away from home to me and I am envious. With the back seats folded down my Blazer will work but mostly in the fetal position, or diagonally. I would prefer a full size truck with a high lift topper, done up to suit.
I’ll never fly commercially again nor stay in an over priced, unhygienic motel-hotel again neither.
Sent to many. Thank you for it.
Was once my field.
If people knew what was possible in the 80s? – add to that the now capability of faster, larger computers; cheap and physically small memory; the smaller, more sensitive sensors; the desire of “them” to know “all” in the proliferation and desire for such things as “On-Star”, Alexa, Siri … to say nothing of the portable tracking devices that it seems most people can’t live without today – then consider that if you know about it, it’s obsolete???
Not many would care anyway.
You >arepeople< monitor this stuff? – don't care about you. But it's there if something or someone brings your name up and wants to look back.
Oops. A soapbox topic.
Hm-m-m … Half this rant was cut off. But y’all get the point I guess
Was watching the Indy 500 race on the TV and the camera was way up in the stands, showing the line up of race cars coming toward the camera, but way down on the ground.
The camera view was out over the shoulder of a male spectator and he was holding his phone up about shoulder height videoing (is that a word?) the cars.
Then the video camera swung around in front of that dood (drone?) and you could see the backside of his phone and he was staring at his phone as he was videoing it.
Say what?
Yes. This dood, and many thousands of others, paid dam good money to be at that race track but instead of watching the cars he was watching his phone! At that space in time he wasn’t watching the “Greatest Spectacle In Racing History”, he was watching his dam phone.
As I said, there were thousands of people at that race and what I just described was very common.
25 years ago that dood wouldn’t have been able to do that.
Now I ask you, what kind of person trades reality for pixels, and pays good money to do so?
What kind of person trades reality for pixels? Just about every human that owns a cell phone. Remember the riverside crowds when the Mexican sailing ship crashed into the Brooklyn Bridge? Every observer was holding a cellphone aloft recording it. They didn’t pay to be there for that one but attend a rock concert and the phones never turn off.