Tuesday, November 7, 2023

So the Nashville shooter was an out-and-out racist (among other things)

 

Steven Crowder yesterday leaked images of three pages from the alleged manifesto of the Nashville school shooter.  His posts have been scrubbed from social media, but the images may be seen on his Web site.  I highly recommend clicking over there to read them.

It turns out the shooter, named Audrey Elizabeth Hale at birth but claiming to be a trans male, was an out-and-out racist and fanatically anti-white "true believer".  So much for official insinuations that she "snapped" because she experienced rejection due to her trans status.  That appears to have had little or nothing to do with her actions.

Well over half a year after the shooting, the authorities have yet to release her manifesto, and are refusing to even talk about the video she mentions in the portion released by Crowder yesterday.  How much more do they know that they aren't telling us?  The official silence is so deafening that one must needs assume that they're trying to lie to us yet again, this time by omission more than commission.

I think we owe Steven Crowder a debt of gratitude for doing what the authorities should have done a long time ago.  I hope he has more of the manifesto, and will release it soon.  And, to all those in authority who refused to do so . . . thanks for nothing!



Peter


Monday, November 6, 2023

New technology makes battery "power stations" more interesting

 

We've spoken in the past about emergency power generation, usually through gasoline or propane generators, and recently by using so-called "power stations", effectively large batteries that deliver "clean" electrical power but tend to be more expensive than generators (sometimes much more).  Popular brands in power stations include (but are not limited to) Bluetti, Ecoflow and Jackery.  I own products from both of the latter companies, largely because I was able to catch a price break on them when I needed one.

New battery technology is making its way into such power stations, making it worthwhile to consider upgrading to newer models.  For example, the battery of the old-model Ecoflow River Pro power station (one of which I use) was rated for up to 800 charge/discharge cycles.  The new River 2 Pro model uses improved battery technology that's rated for up to 3,000 cycles, or up to 10 years of regular use, and charges faster and more efficiently to boot.  It's also smaller and lighter, and therefore more easily portable, than its predecessor.  Other models, and other manufacturers, are offering similar advances.

These power stations are of particular importance if you rely on electrically-powered medical equipment such as a CPAP machine, an oxygen generator, or the like.  Power failures can last long enough to pose a serious health risk to those dependent on such tools.  I haven't forgotten our big power crisis in Texas a couple of years ago, when some areas of the state lost power for a week or more.  Folks who had generators were OK for a few days, but many of them made the mistake of buying generators big enough to run most of their household appliances.  That's all very well, but they use a lot of fuel to do so.  By the third or fourth day, people were running out of fuel - and without power, the gas stations couldn't pump any, or process credit card payments.  (That's why I've chosen a smaller generator that produces less power, but also uses much less fuel.  We can do without most appliances until the power is reconnected.)  A power station like those mentioned above can provide all-night power to a medical appliance, and be recharged during the day using a generator, a solar panel, even a car's cigarette lighter socket.  If you have to use the unit 24/7/365, get two power stations, so that while one's in use, the other can be recharged.  That can be a literal life-saver.

Most of the companies offering power stations also offer solar panels to recharge them when the power's out, or you can use third-party solar recharging equipment (provided it's plug- and power-compatible with your equipment).  You can get adapters to connect one type of solar power plug to another type of socket.  It's a bit fiddly, and I wish they'd settle on a common standard so that we could all use the same thing without worrying, but I guess that's not likely to happen in the short term.  For now, you pays your money and takes your choice, and hope it works.  (Test it thoroughly before you really need it, just in case!)

The new model power stations often have a higher sticker price than older models, but frequently this is offset by coupons or discounts, particularly at store level.  For example, I've just replaced an old power station with a new Ecoflow River 2 Max model.  Buying direct from Ecoflow, the price was listed as $469.00;  buying from Amazon, it was $399.00;  and from Sams Club, taking advantage of a short-duration "Doorbuster" sale and ordering online, it was $279.00.  You can guess which one I bought!  I've also noticed older models being sold at a discount.  The latest technology and bells and whistles are all very well, but sometimes they're unaffordable, so keep an eye out for such sales.  Shop around, compare prices, and don't be afraid to ask for discounts.  Given the poor economy right now, shops are probably going to be willing to cut a deal now and then.

Peter


Doofus Of The Day #1,110

 

Today's award goes to a woman in Indianapolis who screwed up her own hate crime.


IMPD officers arrested a woman, who they labeled a “terrorist,” after she drove her car into a building that she thought was a Jewish school.

. . .

Ruba Almaghtheh, 34, was arrested on a preliminary charge of criminal recklessness.

According to a police report obtained by FOX59/CBS4, police were called to the building around 11:30 Friday night to investigate a hate crime. Officers said Almaghtheh backed her car into the building while several adults and children were inside.  

Almaghtheh told officers she was watching news coverage of the Israel-Hamas war on television and decided to plan an attack on the building because she was offended by the “Hebrew Israelite” symbol on the front of the building.  

Police said Almaghtheh passed by the building a couple times and called it the “Israel school.”

IMPD said she made reference to “her people back in Palestine” and told officers, “Yes. I did it on purpose.” 

However, the Anti-Defamation League defines the Israelite School of Universal and Practical Knowledge as an “extreme and antisemitic” sect of the Black Hebrew Israelites. The Southern Poverty Law Center has designated the Black Hebrew Israelites as a hate group.


There's more at the link.

According to Wikipedia, "In 2017, the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC) listed the Black Hebrew Israelites as one of the 'black nationalist groups of concern', along with the Nation of Islam and others. The SPLC has also described the Black Hebrew Israelites as a hate group which supports racial segregation, Holocaust denial, homophobia, and promotes a race war, and as of December 2019, it 'lists 144 Black Hebrew Israelite organizations as black separatist hate groups because of their antisemitic and anti-white beliefs'."

A few days ago, a Jewish journalist posted video of a violent clash between Black Hebrew Israelite and pro-Hamas demonstrators, noting that "BHI believe they are the real Jews, and Jews like me are fake Khazarians.  Did not have this on my 2023 bingo card."  The BHI demonstrators weren't attacking the others to defend Israel, but because they regarded themselves as true Israelites and Israeli Jews as imposters and false believers.  It gets complicated.

Anyway, to get back to the original report, Ms. Almaghtheh apparently attacked the BHI building because she thought it was a Jewish property marked with a Jewish symbol.  In fact, she attacked an anti-semitic, racist, extremist group that appears to want to hurt Israel and Jews as much as she does.  Talk about a jihadi own goal!



Peter


Memes that made me laugh 184

 

Gathered from around the Internet over the past week.  Click any image for a larger view.











Sunday, November 5, 2023

Sunday morning music

 

The legendary British rock and progressive rock band, The Moody Blues, was formed in 1964.  A couple of years later, in 1966, two of the founding members left and two replacements were recruited, including Justin Hayward, who became the lead vocalist for the group until it was disbanded (after the death of the last original member) in 2018.

Hayward also had a long-standing solo career, releasing his first album in 1965 and continuing to perform alone and with others since then.  He's continued to tour under his own name, not using the Moody Blues label because he's not in favor of "rip-off tribute bands", as he's called imitators before.  This has included several tours of the USA, most recently this year.  Even at the age of 77, he's still performing and entertaining audiences.  I have to doff my cap in tribute to his longevity and ongoing enthusiasm for music.

I've picked five of his live performances on US tours, from 2019 to a couple of weeks ago.  I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.  In several of them, he takes the time to introduce the song concerned and describe how it was composed and/or named.

From the Moody Blues' 1981 album "Long Distance Voyager", here's "The Voice".




Here's "Are You Sitting Comfortably?" from the group's fourth studio album, "On The Threshold Of A Dream", released in 1969.




"Question" was originally released as a single, but was later used as the lead track for the Moody Blues' sixth studio album released in 1970, "A Question Of Balance".




Hayward was invited to contribute to Jeff Wayne's 1978 musical based on H. G. Wells' novel "The War of the Worlds".  The novel became a classic, and has never been out of print since its first publication in the last years of the 19th Century;  and the musical has enjoyed similar enduring success, selling over 15 million copies to date and still being popular.  Here's Hayward singing "Forever Autumn" from that musical, a song that became a major hit for him.




And finally, here's his solo rendition of his own composition, the classic Moody Blues number "Nights In White Satin", from their second album "Days Of Future Passed".




Lots of musical memories there . . .

Peter


Saturday, November 4, 2023

Saturday Snippet: an Arthurian poem from Victorian England

 

Alfred, Lord Tennyson was Poet Laureate of Great Britain for over 40 years.  He wrote many poems that have become well-known, even famous, and have long outlived him.

This morning, I'd like to share with you one of my personal favorites of his early works:  The Lady of Shallot.  It's set in the legend of King Arthur and his knights of the Round Table, and reflects the romanticism of the period.  Tennyson published three versions of the poem during his lifetime;  this is the second, from 1842, today regarded as the definitive text.


Part I

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
       To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
       The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
       Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
       The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
       Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
       The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
       Down to tower'd Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy
       Lady of Shalott."

Part II

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
       To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
       The Lady of Shalott.

And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
       Winding down to Camelot:
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
       Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
       Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
       The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
       And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed:
"I am half sick of shadows," said
       The Lady of Shalott.

Part III

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
       Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
       Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
       As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
       Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
       As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
       Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
       As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash'd into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
       Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
       She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
       The Lady of Shalott.

Part IV

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
       Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
       The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seër in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance—
With a glassy countenance
       Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
       The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right—
The leaves upon her falling light—
Thro' the noises of the night
       She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
       The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken'd wholly,
       Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
       The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
       Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
       The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross'd themselves for fear,
       All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
       The Lady of Shalott."


If you'd like to read the original, 1832 version, you'll find it here.  There are a number of differences, particularly in the last verse.

Peter


Friday, November 3, 2023

A possible, practical, grassroots solution for Africa?

 

Earlier this week I mentioned a couple of articles I'd written about the problem of Africa;  its chaos, corruption and inability to haul itself up by its bootstraps.  Follow the links there to read them, if you haven't already:  and see Kim du Toit's perspective as well (a rather bleaker one than mine).

Following that article, a reader, Karlin H. (thanks, Karlin!), sent me transcripts of two articles from Plain News about missionary activity in Africa that appears to be a lot more successful than most in helping Africans to help themselves.  I was very impressed upon reading them, and asked Plain News for permission to republish them here.  They agreed, for which my grateful thanks.  They asked that I note, for both articles, "Copyright 2018. Plain News. Used by Permission."  I've included most of both articles, but left out certain items for discussion, as well as photographs, for reasons of space.


Appropriate Technology in the Democratic Republic of Congo

By Mike Atnip, plainnews.org

December 5, 2018


Introduction

Mission work can take many forms and have “differences of administrations” and “diversities of operations.” Some missions and missionaries focus solely on healing the spiritual, by “preaching the gospel.” Other missions focus solely on the physical, rebuilding houses after catastrophes or sending food to famine-ravished communities. And yet others focus only on the soul, helping others deal with the emotional pain that war and trauma induce (humanity was not designed for long-term exposure to those conditions, so it strains and bruises the mind and emotions to live in them).

But the reality is that most missions have some mixture of all three. A well-rounded mission will, indeed, be concerned about the whole human: body, soul, and spirit. Just how that all balances out is part of the differences and diversities that God allows and even plans in administration. May we be careful to not criticize others whose “balance” is not where our "balance" is.

The following report comes from a small family and church mission effort, based near Lineville, Alabama. Billy North is part of a newer Anabaptist congregation there, but has been laboring for many years in the harvest field by developing, teaching, and training others with what is called “appropriate technology.” Appropriate technology is when people take what is handy and available (appropriate, in the original sense of the word, means "close by") and make something useful from it. For example, hand water pumps can be made with a piece of rope and an old tire. Extremely fuel-efficient cook stoves can be made out of an old tin can (a fistful of tiny sticks can cook a whole meal). American farmers are notorious for using baler twine as a main instrument in their arsenal of “appropriate technology!” :-)

Armed with knowledge on how to best use local resources, the poor can avoid “welfare dependency” and an escape route from the seduction of buying expensive, foreign-made tools (which is not sustainable for poor people; they send all their profits out of the local community, to foreign lands).

Billy’s ministry may seem to put more weight on the physical needs of humanity (compared to missions that focus almost exclusively on “preaching”), but it can be a lengthy discussion (notice I didn’t say “argument”!) as to whether one can “save” people faster by preaching to them, or by helping them build a water pump from an old tire. If you show a caring spirit about their physical needs, it may open a door to their heart. As well as traveling to various countries to teach the poor ways to lift themselves from abject poverty, Billy also teaches others how to teach, with a small “school” based at his home in Alabama. Churches, universities, and missions organizations send groups to his home-based campus for training.


The Great War of Africa

In the following report, Billy tells of his experiences in D. R. Congo. The Congo is still recovering from the “Great War of Africa,” also known as the “Second Congo War,” that raged from 1998 to 2003. About half of the African nations were involved in the war, the deadliest war in the world since WWII, with 5.4 million deaths. More than half of the deaths were from starvation and disease caused by the war. Most of the fighting took place in Congo and some of the neighboring nations. Besides the deaths, 2 million Congolese fled their homes to avoid the war. Many of these ended up in neighboring nations, creating large camps of displaced persons.

While in these camps, some of the people began to dream of returning to Congo … but not just returning to the status quo of pre-war Congo. When they returned and needed to start from scratch, why not do things differently? Sometimes returning refugees find that someone has taken over their property. This creates tension, if not outright violence, between the returnee and the person who has taken over the abandoned property. So rather than go through another cycle of violence, the group planned their village for an area where no one else was living. There they could forgive the past and start anew without creating more tension.

So it was that a group of them planned a model village while still refugees. About all they had was plans and hope when the time came to be repatriated. The United Nations sent trucks to carry them back. Dropping them off in their home area, the UN gave each family a bit of supplies to help them get started.

However, the UN did something that it had never done before. For the PNE with the dream of a new way of life, the UN dropped them off in the middle of the southeast Congo bush … no toilets, no schools, no health care facilities. Nothing, but a few personal supplies. This was, as I understand it, not the choice of the UN, but the choice of the dreamers. As mentioned, the UN had never done such a thing before.

So it was that the little town of Fube was begun, in 2007. Billy’s report breaks into their story with his experiences in Fube’s newest project, the “village” of Ichande, located 13 miles northeast of Fube.


Billy’s report

[Note that a few editorial comments are inserted in brackets. Parenthesis are original. Minor editing has been done to the report.]

Wow! What a trip! It has been three weeks now getting back into life here in Alabama and catching up with everything since we returned. Erika [Billy’s wife] and I made an 18-day trip to the heart of southern Africa with Kiwele (some of you know him as Sabastien) Kalinde, the founder of the Congolese organization PNE (Peace and Hope).

PNE asked ADAPTech [Billy’s ministry] to come investigate the possibility of partnering with them to provide training for their people. The purpose of the trip was to investigate the indigenous development work happening there, to meet the people involved with the project, to do some development needs/resource assessment, and to teach a few classes if we had time.

I have traveled to many hard places in my life, but I can say without a doubt that this trip was the most difficult and demanding I have ever made. And yes, that includes Quesimpuco, Bolivia, in the Andes Mountains, in the snow.

The total trip of 18 days included 62 hours of air travel, >2200 difficult, overland miles in cars, trucks, buses, taxis of various sizes and shapes, supply trucks, motorcycles, and afoot. Many times our continuing on with the journey required pushing, un-sticking, re-starting, and/or repairing our means of transport.

All my life it has been a benefit to me during 3rd-world travel that I am the descendant of five or six generations of mechanics and welders. Some of those 2200 miles I spent sitting on the diesel engine of a truck, pouring the proper amount of motorcycle gasoline into the engine from a water bottle while someone else drove, because the fuel system was broken!

After six days of hard travel, we arrived in a little camp in the middle of the woods to the warmest reception you could imagine. The “camp” is called Ichande. It is the site of the new training center/model community for PNE/Fube. I cannot exaggerate how impressed we were with the work happening there.

PNE is led by some of the best development workers we have ever seen. And we have seen hundreds. The people who fill the membership rolls of the organization there are the hardest working people I have ever been associated with, and I know some really hardworking people. They live on something like a dime per day per person, but they have done unbelievable things, with almost nothing that most people would call “resources.” Their determination is unbelievable. Not only that, but it is proven. They didn’t just start up something recently and are living on the adrenaline that newness and short-lived hope brings. They started more than 20 years ago in a refugee camp.


Phase 1: Forming PNE and dreaming/planning

They began doing development work while still in the refugee camp. The leaders were very good, and the people very willing to not live like animals, and to do something better for themselves. Many of the current PNE members were born in the camp. Many of the leaders now were leaders then. They worked hard and built what became known as the best refugee camp in the world according to Kofi Annan, Secretary General of the United Nations from 1997 to 2007. [This refugee camp was one of the very few in the world, if not the only one, that was almost self-sufficient in growing its own food. And this in Zambia!]


Phase 2: Fube village

In order to stop the cycle of violence after the war, and instead of returning to their respective villages from the refugee camp, they decided to move to a completely empty place and build a village together. They spent nine years building a city for 15,000 people in the middle of nowhere, with virtually nothing that they couldn’t dig out of the ground or cut out of a tree. Every brick, they made and laid. Every board, they milled with a two-man hand saw. Virtually all materials, they carried themselves or on a bicycle.

And it is not just an average “third-world” town. No, it is almost surreal how clean and orderly it is! Every road built wide and straight with hoes and shovels; wide enough for two semi-trucks to easily pass, and with drainage systems to carry the water away properly. The entire town is built on a very precise grid system with space for residential, industrial, commercial, and public operations. Each family having a large property, big enough for houses, orchards, and enough garden space to grow their food.

There is virtually no trash lying around; there are no dogs making a mess; there are almost no goats, since they are kept out of town to reduce insect problems and sanitation. The families have a trash/garbage system. There are very few flies. There is a health center with a surgical wing, five primary schools, two high schools, and much more. They are some of the poorest people I have ever seen, but somehow seem to live “better”—to a higher standard of living than other impoverished people I have known.

The organizational skills and vision planning by the leadership are exceptional. In my opinion, it operates at an altogether different level than I am used to seeing anywhere. The vision there is bigger and longer and deeper than anywhere I have seen. And I know and have worked with people who do some really good work. I could go on ... I told you I was impressed!

By the way, you might be able to find the city on Google Earth. Its name is Fube, Democratic Republic of the Congo. It is in southeastern Congo near Lake Tanganyika. [Note - The town is not named on Google Maps, but can be found at (GPS) -8.043941, 30.032271]

Also, I forgot to mention that they also built all the roads to and from the town. And yes, with picks and shovels. I do not remember how many miles of roads they have built now, but the number 127 keeps popping up in my mind. I can’t remember if that is miles or kilometers.

And it’s all done with local volunteer community service. No one is getting paid.


Phase 3: Training center.

One of the main reasons for our going there was to investigate resources on their newly acquired property. Because they used the original property so well and are protecting it from exploitation by outside mining and logging interests, PNE has recently been awarded legal custody of a much larger piece of land by the chiefs and the government. I don’t think anyone really knows how big it is, but it is very large. At least 30 miles wide on the narrow side; it has not been measured. The natural resources there are impressive, and my children were excited to hear that the land is largely unexplored. It wasn’t long ago, before the war, that the area was full of the big African animals—lions, elephants, etc. Perhaps there are still some out there? [During the war, not only people suffered; the armies and people killed much wildlife for food.]

The training center portion of the land is shaped like a Christian fish. It is 3 kilometers long and 2 kilometers wide, with a long agricultural section under the length of the fish.

The 3 parts of the training center “fish”

1. The only structure in the tail of the fish is the prayer room in the middle of the tail. They believe that a fish is powered and steered by the tail, and they wanted God to power and steer their work. So they put the prayer room alone in that section. It was the first building they built in the fish, as it is the most important.

2. The body of the fish is where the people will live with their families while undergoing training. As I understand it, plans are to build the first 15-50 of 185 houses during the next dry season, for the first permanent residents/workers.

3. The head of the fish is the location of the administration operations, and will be the site of an ADAPTech training center, if the Lord is willing. They have asked us to consider developing a facility and program there, similar to what we have here at home, though I think their hope is even much bigger than what we have here in Alabama; as it should be. There is hope of developing vocational schools for the trade skills, and even possibly something like an alternative, university-type school for producing well-trained development workers, to be sent out to the surrounding areas in Congo, Tanzania, and Zambia.

Our primary objectives for the trip were not to teach, but we did want to give them a taste of some of the kinds of things we taught. It was unspeakably fun and fulfilling to teach people things that would actually have a direct effect on their lives. They were so eager to learn! Since we only had six days with them, we had to limit our subjects to simple ones that required little setup and very little time to teach, build, operate, evaluate, and follow-up.

Erika taught Solar Cooking, Solar Water Disinfection (SODIS), Oral Re-hydration Therapy, and Pasteurization. I taught some health classes, nutrition, sanitation, hand washing, and fuel-efficient cookstoves. It was very exciting to see the enthusiasm with which they adopted the ideas and put them into practice. When we taught the TipTap for use as a hand washing station, one of the women said that she loved the idea, but wondered if there was anything else she could use for the container, because she could not afford an empty plastic bottle!

I built a brick rocket stove with them during a theory class. After the class they set out to build one on their own, “without the presence of the teacher.” So I left and listened from a distance. It was a great deal of fun to listen to them argue with each other and discuss how to do it. If someone offered a suggestion about how to do it that was inaccurate, the others would quickly correct him. From a trainer’s point of view, it was wild success. And they built their stove better than mine.

After building the two small stoves, they still wanted a bigger one for their large pots. I did not have such a model, so I did the math using Dr. Larry’s principles and invented a new style of stove with them. I scratched out the numbers on a brick so they could follow along with the math, and we built the best burning stove I ever made. It was the kind of thing you wish you could do every day of your life: being muddy, dirty, dusty, tired, sore, far from home… and absolutely at the center of contentment because you are in the middle of changing someone else’s life for the better. There is absolutely nothing better!

We received an encouraging word from them today. In a nutshell, this is what they said: “They have initiated projects in homes based on what we taught them and have begun the work. They will report progress. They are expecting our return.”


Untold stories

Well, there is a whole book full of things to write, but I can’t get them all in here. Other subjects could include these titles:

  • How we succeeded in being “accepted” by the people, even the skeptics
  • How we learned old lessons again about the dissemination of technology
  • How we failed repeatedly, yet were still blessed with success
  • Never take anything for granted
  • How to learn 5 languages at once
  • How the internet is such an amazingly good and terrible tool for development
  • And of course, nothing in Zambia works right [The easiest way to get to Fube is to fly to Zambia and then travel overland 1,000 miles north, crossing into Congo.]

Dreams and hopes

They want to transform their part of Africa. If you look at them on paper and measure their list of resources, it seems silly to think that these people could do much in the way of effecting change in Africa. They are poor and skinny and wearing ripped, hand-me-down clothes from somewhere/anywhere. They truly do live on hope. They have little money and few tools. They put God at the very center of their vision and direction-seeking, and they refuse to take money from organizations that will compromise their values: because they understand that what they have is more valuable than grant money.

But somehow they have turned their lack of resources into an asset. Their vision seems so impossible that they are not hampered by doubts about their own abilities and circumstances to accomplish it. They find their strength somewhere else. And so they move, one step at a time, toward success. Somehow they have turned their limitations into resources in such a way that the unlikelihood of their vision is almost convincing evidence of its inevitable success.

So we had a very hard, but exceptionally good, trip. We accomplished our objectives, fell in love with a people, were impressed by a group of exceptional leaders, and humbled by the self-sacrifice and hospitality of a people that puts most of us to shame.

So I’ll stop for now. Pray for us as we consider the next steps.

Until next time,

Go do some good.

Billy for ADAPTech


In a follow-up article, more background information was provided.


New Hope in Congo

By Mike Atnip, plainnews.org

December 29, 2018

This article is a continuation of a previous Plain News post on December 5. Due to being unable to contact the head of the organization that is working in Congo, this post is a bit overdue.

To recap the first post, Bro. Billy North from Alabama made a trip to Congo to check into helping some Congolese with appropriate technology. What he found was amazing; the Congolese had built a model village of about 10,000 people from scratch out of the African bush, using hand tools. Very little government or NGO aid was accepted.

The following is compiled from conversations with Billy, Sebastian Kalinde (leader of PNE, discussed below), and some online information. If some of these details are not exactly right, I take the blame for getting the story confused. This is what I understand of how it all happened … ~Mike Atnip


Sebastian Kalinde is a Congolese man who was schooled in rural development (his wife also worked in that field). By the time of the Second Congo War in the late 90s, he was working on his master’s degree and was helping Congolese villages with water projects, cooperatives, and other development. The war sent him and his wife scuttling for the Zambian border to the south, although it took them three months to finally reach the comparative safety of Zambia.

Here Sebastian was settled into a refugee camp. He and a few others began growing their own little garden in the camp (the camp eventually almost became self-sufficient in growing its own food, the only refugee camp ever to do so) … and talking about plans of returning to their homeland. When they returned, they realized that they would need to do something different. The United Nations would take people back to their native area and drop them off with some supplies. However, this would sometimes create new conflict, because the returning refugees would find that someone else had taken over their lands. Or many, like Sebastian, would find their house burnt down and their job taken over by someone else.

Rather than deal with the possible conflicts, the little group of refugees decided that they would like to start brand new. They had three criteria. First, they wanted to start not too far from Zambia, in case of more war. They could then slip back over the border. Second, they wanted to be close to some place where they could have a market for produce. And third, they wanted a place with some good soil so that they could provide enough food for themselves.

Sebastian was one day called to the UN office, where he unexpectedly was told that he had been chosen to emigrate to the US. He was the very first person to come from the refugee camp to the US. It was not his choosing to do so, and when he left he thought to himself, “It’s over.” In other words, the plans and dreams of starting a new village in Congo were just that and no more: plans and dreams.

Sebastian ended up near Mobile, Alabama. One day an old friend from the refugee camp called him and asked about helping with the project of resettling in a new village. “They need you,” he said. The problem was that the United Nations was steadfastly against the idea of dropping refugees off into the middle of the bush, with no schools or medical outposts.

Meanwhile, the 2006 Congo elections were taking place, and the UN held off repatriating the refugees while the elections were happening, as the elections had a lot of violence. (Please pray for the Congo elections coming up Sunday, which have been called off for two years already. So far, no major violence has occurred in this election, but things could change rapidly.) By the time the UN was ready to ship the refugees back the next year, Sebastian had drawn up plans for the model village, with details that covered practically every aspect of village life.

While the UN was not exactly excited about the new village plan, the Congolese government was. With so many refugees and internally displaced people seeking work in the large cities, the government was excited about a plan for refugees to start in a rural area. If they could find some land, Sebastian was told, the Congo government would support the idea. All the unsettled areas of Congo are owned by the government, but are administered by local chiefs. Sebastian knew some chiefs, and found one who controlled land close to the Zambian border who was willing to donate some land.

This is how the village of Fube was started. The refugees were dropped off along a road in the area and headed into the bush to whack out a living with machetes and hoes. This was the first time that the UN had ever done such a thing! A 7th-Day Adventist organization helped build the first school. The UN gave each family some basic supplies, and Sebastian worked out a deal to get some metal roofing sent in for the homes. This was in 2008.

In 2011, Sebastian travelled to Fube. There was no road to the village at that time. In 2013, he returned to Fube again. This time, he was able to rent a car in Zambia and drive all the way to Fube. This meant that the villagers had built 44 kilometers (27 miles) of road from Fube to the border, all by hoes and picks. This road was needed to help sell their produce. Their closest large market is in Zambia, 80 kilometers away (50 miles). Now they could bike their produce to market on a good road!

When is the last time you biked your produce to market, 50 miles away?

Besides those 27 miles, they have built all the streets in Fube by hand, and another 9 miles of road to a new village. And, out another direction they also built another long section of road. All by community, volunteer labor.

Things in Congo took a backward turn during the war. The economy and infrastructure is in shambles. Some places of Congo still have sporadic bush war, but Fube is in peace. The people there do not have to lock their doors at night. Before the war, Congo and Zambia were about equal in living status. But while Zambia has inched forward, Congo slid backwards, so that today the two nations are quite different. Sebastian told me, for example, that a public school teacher in Congo asked him for help in getting some books. “I have never read a book in my entire life, from the first page to the last,” complained the teacher.

Another public school administrator was asked how much she makes. “I don’t know,” she replied.

“What do you mean that you don’t know?”

“Well, I have worked as an administrator for five years and am still waiting on my first paycheck,” she said.

Yeah, it’s that bad!

Congo has never really had an official census taken. All population figures are estimates, even “official” government ones. Sebastian says that he estimates Fube to currently have 10,000 inhabitants, down from maybe 12,000 as some families have moved on to other places. That is about 2,000 families.

“How does it go when you need a community project done?” I asked him. “Do you just announce a project and people volunteer?”

Well, all roses have thorns. With the success of the village—it is the largest village, now, in the area—many people have moved in who really do not understand and hold to the original vision. About 200 of those 2,000 families are part of Project New Hope (PNE, after the initials of the organization’s Italian name … Sebastian had worked with an Italian NGO before the War). These 200 families still do have the vision and are the ones who make things happen.

“How much time do these people spend on community projects, in comparison to their own needs? One day a week?” I asked.

“I can say that it is far more than that,” Sebastian replied. Yes, they take care of family and personal needs, but they then spend the rest of their time in community projects.

These families have very, very little in material goods. What moves them is a hope. When refugees are handed everything in a basket, they can easily get a spirit of dependency, which is often a hopeless feeling of ever being able to accomplish anything. Then when the UN or the NGO leaves, so does hope. But when the poor people dig in and work together with faith in God—although they by no means have the luxuries that we have in America—they begin to have HOPE and a sense of ACCOMPLISHMENT.

Congolese government officials are continually amazed at what is happening at Fube. Sebastian has been scrutinized and doubted many times. Is he some American trying to pull a fast one, getting all those people to work for his project for free? Are their strings attached, that one day he will pull? But when these officials come to see for themselves what is happening, they leave intrigued. “The only place in Congo where the community has built itself,” one former doubter said.

PNE is not officially a “Christian” organization, but since about everyone in Congo claims Christianity, it by default is Christian. Catholicism is strong in Congo. Sebastian’s real name is Kiwele, but before he could attend school, The Catholic Church (which sort of de facto ran the country in Colonial days) said that he had to take a Christian name, or schooling was not an option for him.

“We put God first,” Sebastian told me. So while it is officially not a Christian organization, it unofficially is. The 200 families that make up PNE come from several denominations. Sebastian is Methodist, which has a large following in Congo. But Catholics and Pentecostals and Jehovah’s Witnesses are part of the 200 families that make up PNE and that make PNE do the good things it has done.

For the future, PNE has the second village started. Those who make up PNE may end up moving out of Fube to the new village and build a training school. PNE has just been given a large area (about 20 miles by 30 miles in size) to expand in, as the government has seen what they have done and would like to see the project grow. What to do with this large area, with much timber and possibly mineral resources (Congo has many natural resources worth oodles of money)?

For many people, the plan of action would be to sell off the resources and pocket the money. But PNE would like to develop the resources so that the profits stay in the local community. PNE would also like to teach other Congolese villages how to live sustainably, working together.

Time will tell how that all works out. Meanwhile, a ray of hope has glimmered: with God’s help, they can accomplish good things!


Having been a missionary in Africa myself, and/or engaged in mission support activities throughout much of sub-Saharan Africa, and knowing the area around what later became Fube from personal experience, I was very encouraged to read these reports.  They're absolutely correct in their focus on starting small, with the basics, and laying the foundations for a safer, more secure, more productive society.  It'll take generations to see that progress through basic education, to higher education and technical training, to a modern society;  but the seeds have been planted.  May they grow tall!

If anyone would like to help Billy North and ADAPTech, he can be reached at adaptechbilly@gmail.com, or by calling 256-252-2133.  That information was provided in the 2018 articles, and may have changed since then;  if anyone has more up-to-date information, please let us know in Comments.

Plain News may be found at http://www.plainnews.org/.  Permission to republish these articles was given on application to Phil High, their Webmaster/Advertising Coordinator.  If you need more information, his e-mail address is webmaster@plainnews.org.  He can probably redirect you to other persons or resources if needed.

I suggest both organizations are worthy of support.

Peter


Bigotry? Heck, no - it's common sense!

 

Divemedic shows us this . . . meme?  Poster?  Graphic?  I dunno.



I refuse to be guilt-tripped by science-deniers who ignore medical, scientific and biological fact.  They're the problem.  And no, the rest of us don't have to change just because they say so.  Those who wish to date trans women are welcome to do so.  Those who don't, are also free to choose.  Relationships can't be compelled, and those who try to do so are just as bigoted and sectarian as anyone else who wants to force their views on those who don't agree with them.

Hatred's got nothing to do with it at all.



Peter


To help you remember this weekend...

 

... here's an Arthurian hint (sort of), courtesy of Monty Python.



Quite so!



Peter


Thursday, November 2, 2023

This is why Hamas has to die, no matter what

 

Ghazi Hamad of Hamas' Political Bureau lays it on the line.


Hamad:  "Israel is a country that has no place on our land. We must remove that country, because it constitutes a security, military, and political catastrophe to the Arab and Islamic nation, and must be finished. We are not ashamed to say this, with full force.

"We must teach Israel a lesson, and we will do this again and again. The Al-Aqsa Flood is just the first time, and there will be a second, a third, a fourth, because we have the determination, the resolve, and the capabilities to fight. Will we have to pay a price? Yes, and we are ready to pay it. We are called a nation of martyrs, and we are proud to sacrifice martyrs.

"The occupation must come to an end."

News anchor: "Occupation where? In the Gaza Strip?"

Hamad: "No, I am talking about all the Palestinian lands."

News anchor: "Does that mean the annihilation of Israel?"

Hamad: "Yes, of course ... The existence of Israel is illogical. The existence of Israel is what causes all that pain, blood, and tears. It is Israel, not us. We are the victims of the occupation. Period. Therefore, nobody should blame us for the things we do. On October 7, October 10, October 1,000,000 – everything we do is justified."


Kudos to MEMRI for publishing his comments (and the video report in which he made them) in such detail.  Now we know where Hamas stands . . . and where we stand - where all right-thinking people must stand.

There is no place in a civilized world for anyone who can speak so casually about the mass gang-rape and murder of women, and the mass slaying of children, as "justified".  Any person, and any organization, that can say such things so openly has self-defined as being in need of elimination, so that the rest of human society can rest easier at night.

It's as simple as that.  Israel needs no further justification to eliminate Hamas.  That organization has already provided enough, and more than enough, out of the mouths of Mr. Hamad and its other spokesmen.  As I've said before, there is a moral imperative upon Israel to do its utmost to protect innocent victims in Gaza . . . but that it must eliminate Hamas, even at the tragic cost of some innocent victims, is an overwhelming, pre-eminent priority.  Far too few people appear to realize that - even in Israel.

When someone says he's out to destroy you, you'd better believe him, and act on that belief, lest you find out the hard way he meant it . . . because after that discovery, you'll no longer be able to act.

Peter


How close?

 

SNAFU Solomon asks an important question:


Between real life, the various social issues, the issues with our own govt, covid hangover, the world at war (or most of it), illegal immigration, crime, the economy and an exploding federal budget (I know I missed many other things) how much longer before society just breaks?  I don't know if its my imagination but it sure seems like this is just too much to be coincidence ... We're getting fire hosed every ****ing day.


I can't help but wonder the same thing sometimes.  It's been my experience in the Third World that things can stumble along under an ever-increasing weight of problems . . . until the day comes when something suddenly snaps and the machetes come out.  Then you have violence across society, in every town and city, until there's been enough to reach a catharsis and a trembling, shaky peace ensues - until the next time.

How close are we to the machetes coming out?  In our case, they probably won't be machetes, but the end result won't be much different, regardless of the weapon.

Peter


Federal regulations, environmentalism, and cleaning

 

I've long been frustrated (as, I'm sure, have many of my readers) with the declining effectiveness of laundry detergent, dishwasher detergent, floor cleaners and other cleaning products.  They just don't seem to work as well these days as they used to.  The reason is pretty clear:  the EPA and other Federal agencies have been trying to legislate or regulate many effective cleaning materials out of existence in the name of "environmental protection" or "pollution control" or whatever is the reason du jour.  (That's not helped by new "efficiency" regulations that hobble the performance of new clothes and dish washers, even if they had the old full-strength detergents to use.)

I've tried to get around the problem wherever possible by "adding back" some of the missing ingredients to the cleaning products I use.  One of the most common "hacks" is to add a little TSP (trisodium phosphate) to laundry or dishwasher detergent.  Until recently I've bought a box of the stuff at home improvement stores (Home Depot, Lowes and the like) when needed, and it's lasted two or three years when used sparingly.  I find it particularly useful for mopping dirty floors and cleaning grimy, greasy paintwork.  I don't do that often, but when I do it makes the job much easier.  It makes cleaning a charcoal or gas grill much faster, too, and a lot less effort.

Unfortunately, when I went shopping for a box of TSP yesterday, I found that the major home improvement chains in a nearby city have all stopped carrying it.  Instead, they're selling what they call "TSP Substitute Phosphate-Free".  The packaging claims that it's as good as the real stuff, but many customer reviews online are pretty emphatic that it's not.  I daresay the EPA and/or other agencies "leaned on" those stores to stop carrying TSP.

Fortunately, there are still ways around that.  One can get TSP online from various suppliers in 1lb. or 4½lb. boxes, or even in 40lb. buckets.  Buying in bulk, like the latter option, is also quite a lot cheaper than the current substitutes.  I've just ordered enough to keep us going for the foreseeable future, plus a little extra in case the bureaucrats shut down even the online channels.  If you, like me, have been accustomed to using the stuff, or you want a powerful cleaner that just plain works, you might want to stock up on some yourself while the going's good.

Another bone of contention is pre-mixed or pre-diluted solutions of common cleaning products, whether spray bottles or aerosols or whatever.  I may be wrong, but the small consumer-ready bottles on the racks seem to be less effective than before.  I suspect the concentration of cleaning product has been reduced, and/or some of the chemicals used to make it have been replaced by environmentally friendlier alternatives.  That's great for the eco-weenies, but not so useful if you're trying to get something clean in a hurry.  I've therefore started to buy one-gallon bottles of concentrated cleaning detergents and products (e.g. Simple Green, Zep, bleach, vinegar, etc.) and mix my own solutions in my own spray bottles to higher concentrations than those sold commercially.  No more problems with weak-kneed solutions!

I hear that some people add TSP to their solutions of such cleaners.  I'm leery of that, because I don't know all the chemical reactions involved.  Instead, I'll have a spray bottle of TSP solution right alongside the bottle of cleaning detergent solution.  I'll apply first one, then the other, then use a mop or cloth to rub the combination into the surface I'm cleaning.  Works like a charm.

Finally, if the supply chain goes to hell in a handbasket and we can't get the cleaners we need in a timely manner, it's good to have extra in your emergency supplies to take care of that until supplies are restored.  (I wonder how many of them are made here, and how many come from China?  Even if the products are made here, where do their containers come from?)  Buying cleaners in bulk makes that easy.  One can put aside a year or two's worth of concentrated product in not very much space, and for a lot less money per unit than buying small consumer-size containers.  Add a few spray bottles to your preps to mix them, and you're all set.

Just a thought.

Peter


Wednesday, November 1, 2023

Teslas and salt water don't mix very well

 

Ever seen a car burn underwater?  You will now.




Yet another reason why I hope I'm never forced to buy an EV!



Peter


Understanding books, made simple...

 

Hans G. Schantz reminds us that the verbiage surrounding books is often designed to confuse potential readers, drawing them in by false pretenses.  He provides this helpful list.  (Clickit to biggit.)



"Spare and taut" . . . not a description that can be applied to this author, I'm afraid - at least, not physically!



Peter


Sounds like a good idea to me

 

John Stossel opines:


This week Republicans and Democrats got together to avert a government shutdown.

Too bad.

There’s so much that ought to be shut down.

Useless Cabinet departments, for example, like Housing and Urban Development, Labor and Agriculture. Agriculture employs almost 100,000 people. Why? Independent farmers grow our food. They don’t need a giant department.

Let’s get rid of the Department of Education, too. Why does it even exist? Education is a local responsibility and none of the federal government’s business. Yet its spending is up 300% over the last 10 years.

The department didn’t even exist before 1979. Has education improved since then? No. Government’s grand plans, like No Child Left Behind and Common Core, helped no one but bureaucrats.

Trying to justify itself, the department funded studies of everyone’s favorite government program, Head Start. The “experts” were surprised to learn that the much-praised program has no effect. By third grade, there was no difference between kids that attend and those who don’t.

Education is best left to local governments and parents.


There's more at the link, a long list of government departments and agencies that contribute nothing of importance to our nation.  Recommended reading.

I wish more politicians had the spine to apply a cost-benefit analysis to every organ of government.  What does it cost, and what is it delivering in terms of real benefit to the nation?  The problem is, they're applying a different benefit consideration.  Too many politicians want to know, "What benefit is there to/for me?" when it comes to establishing or maintaining a government service.  Benefits to the politician include the publicity value of having his/her name attached to something highly visible;  the votes of the public servants who benefit from the jobs thus created or maintained;  and the bribes "campaign contributions" offered by corporations and other agents for providing them with something they need or want, irrespective of its value to the country.

A quintessential example is the massive subsidy granted - I should say rubber-stamped - each year to the agricultural industry, for producing corn that's converted to ethanol to add to our fuel supply.  It's completely unnecessary, and offers no advantage over simply using pure gasoline - indeed, it's widely known to damage small engines such as lawnmowers, chainsaws, generators, etc.  The only reason the program exists is that "Big Ag" lobbied for it, pushed it through Congress, and ensures its continuance through ongoing contributions to support politicians who vote for it every year.  We'd save billions as a nation by discontinuing it, but those currently benefiting from it would lose those billions, so they make sure to protect themselves by lobbying and subsidizing their tame representatives and senators.

I reckon at least a quarter of the federal budget, if not a third, could be cut simply by eliminating the agencies, departments and funding responsible for such non-essential, wasteful expenditures.  It'll never happen, of course - not without the wholesale elimination of the entire, fundamentally corrupt chain of influence devoted to maintaining them.




Peter