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Nice! Almost bought the hellcat, but just couldn’t justify having that much power. Besides, I look at it as more of a collector’s vehicle, so I would have just let it sit in the garage, only to take it out for show on the weekends.

First I’ve ever seen less than 100 posts...

Great threads ;-)

Although the article is really about carbon nano-fibers created from the hemp plant, the title of this article “Hemp Batteries...” is purposely written to sensationalize; it’s clickbait.

If the information they’re trying to convey is actually true, then having an alternative material to create energy storage cells is actually a great innovation. I hope it’s true.

It seems to me this could easily be faked.

Looking at some of the data, the ID number contains the birth date and most of the ones I reviewed are in the 1950s.

Handing the reigns over so quickly?

Must be payback for a favor, before the SHTF, I’m sure.

This is an incredible video... I second your recommendation!

Sorry about the double reply, I’ve got perennial connectivity problems :-(

Yeah, 2019... But I think someone has put 2+2 together.

Was that in Swalwell’s district, and/or how does that event tie in with what’s happening today?

Interesting.

Yeah, 2019... But I think someone has put 2+2 together.

Was that in Swalwell’s district, and/or how does that event tie in with what’s happening today?

Interesting.

Thank you for adding me to the ping list...

Glad to see the intelligent conversations and comments that Freepers are wont, and for a subject I’ve been following for what seems to be a very long time!

Long time since I’ve perused FR due to access issues, but hoping to get on this ping list and get back into freeping.

Thanks for setting this up!

...calls for sharp tax increases on the wealthy

The thing about this is not necessarily the call for “tax increases”, although I am whole-heartedly AGAINST THAT, it is the question of WHO DECIDES the definition of “wealthy”.

In order to promote communism in China, the wealthy were forced out of their homes which were divided among a number of families who had to share the restroom or kitchen. But, in most cases the restroom was locked or made private by those lucky enough to be attached to a room that had one, and the rest were left to using chamber pots. The kitchens were shared but eventually each family moved onto the street to cook because everyone insisted on cooking at about the same times.

Any move the left makes towards this kind of tax farce is a move towards socialism/communism, and anyone who believes this rhetoric needs to spend time in a communist country (outside of the city-centers).

Unfortunately, I think this is what their agenda really is. George Soros is betting against the US dollar, and the brainwashed alt-left is being manipulated through the media and silicon valley.

This is sedition.

I believe most bosses are sociopaths by definition. Who in their right mind would sell their whole existence, while driving other people to the brink of insanity or depression, just to make a buck?

Money helps in life, but there’s more to life than that. If you can decipher the thoughts and actions of the boss, then that’s when veil is lifted and you can see the truth. I refuse to let the boss’ desire for riches tamp down my desire for happiness. I can however show the boss that he needs my help in exchange for making my life better.

There’s a reason your boss is treating you the way he is... Remember, he’s in business to make money, and he wants performance. Ask yourself why he’s treating you the way he is and you may be surprised that it boils down to the bottom line.

Sit down and write it all out. What goals has your boss given and what did you do to meet those goals? What are you doing to impact the bottom line? Have you saved the company money by simplifying the way something is done? Have you made direct improvements in output resulting in lower cost or higher profit? Sadly enough, it’s all about money, and in this economy all bosses are under pressure to perform or downsize.

After you’ve written it all out, get back to nature. Take a walk in a park, hike through the woods, find a stream to soak your feet in... Get away from the stress for a while. Think about why you feel the way you do, and try not to find others to blame for your feelings. They are, in fact, your feelings.

Once you’ve really reviewed and understand why you feel the way you do (could be the same day or a week or two later), then get back to your desk and write out what your goals are to move in the right direction.

Get dressed up, show up for work early. Start setting the standard, raise the bar for everyone else.

Set up an appointment to meet with your boss, on your terms, on your turf. Show him what you’ve found, discuss your goals and how you want to impact the bottom line positively. The key is for you to get back in control. This will also give you confidence to move forward and to get back into the groove.

If you’re having problems with co-workers, don’t be confrontational but analyze and try to find out what you can do to either work well with them, or to at least keep them at bay.

Finally, if you are planning to move-on, don’t do it on bad terms. Do everything above, but bide your time and move when you’ve got everything going in your direction.

Remember that you’re in control of your feelings and your future. Whatever everyone else doing to hold you back is a waste of their time because you’re now like teflon: nothing will stick to you.

I’m pretty much in the same situation you’re in, but while I’ve been biding my time looking for the right time to move on, I’ve been promoted and given a very interesting opportunity to expand the business.

Keep a positive attitude and don’t let depression set in. Go camping, spend time with your family, exercise. Do not continue to stress so much about work, because you’re in charge of your life.

When I was in Jr. High, I found a cash box in a field near my house. The combination lock was broken, it was open and there were many documents like deeds and passports etc., no cash. I collected the documents strewn around along with the box and took them home. I gave the items to my mother so she could contact the owners.

Apparently, their home had been broken into and there were quite a few things stolen. I had thought they would be thankful to have some of these important documents returned, but they accused me of breaking into their home and stealing these items. My mother was very upset at the idea that they could even consider me as a suspect. The police even interviewed me.

It’s nice to see this college student doing the right thing, but it could have gone the other way too.

Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort. "Farewell to Thee" being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.

Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.

Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay Gessiah?

Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah.

Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?

MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.

GC: A cup ' COLD tea.

EI: Without milk or sugar.

TG: OR tea!

MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.

EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.

GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.

MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness."

EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.

GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!

TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor!

MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.

EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.

GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!

TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.

MP: Cardboard box?

TG: Aye.

MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!

GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!

TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."

MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

ALL: Nope, nope..

Just re-posting what’s in the article... I had a pretty good guffaw at that too!

Oh, and my sincere apologies to Mrs. Turfmann :-)