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Sunday 9 January 2022

O Schadenfreude!

This Is A Word We Frequently Use Here

Unusually for a word in the German language, it's more compact and efficient to use than it's English translation: 'Malicious enjoyment of other people's misfortune'.  I should point out that one of the more recent examples was The Manchester United's loss of a game against Whoever Athletic.  Sorry but Your Humble Scribe's sheer wickedness allows him to read and enjoy the comments without understanding the first thing about the ballfoot game.  Art!

"Right, lads, on the count of three, ARMS AKIMBO!"

    Since I retained the Have Your Say Commentary as a link, here's some evidence.  Art!


     Let me parse that Comment for you (as if I know anything about it!).  "Ronaldo" refers to a football player, first name Cristiano, who hails from the nation of Portugal.  I think FootballKing means "dye" although if you have one of these on your bonce - 

(Die cutter)

     - it will indeed slow you down.  The "Father Time" crack refers to Ronnie's age, since he is 36 years old.  I know, I know, this sounds like the first flush of youth; well, not in professional football it's not.  It's more like the age a pro footballer retires at, because it's a young person's game and he could well have been playing since he was 18, so he's starting to wear out.

     ANYWAY as usual this is nothing to do with what I wanted to talk about, which is the case against Cyber Ninjas.  You won't have heard anything of this lot since August 2021, so let me refresh your memory.  Art!

The circus arrives!

     They were the organisation hired to carry out an 'audit' on the Maricopa County, Arizona, ballots for the 2020 South Canadian election.  After being re-counted twice post the initial election count.  I put quotation marks around audit because this organisation had exactly 0% experience in ballot audits, and it showed.  That above is the sports hall they hired - for two weeks.  In fact it took them until August to complete the ballot re-count, having started in March, so you can see how ridiculously optimistic they were with that initial two weeks.  Art!

Evidence of FRAUD!!

     Forgive the double exclamation marks.  Yes, they were looking for evidence of bamboo fibres in ballot papers, because that would prove they were fraudulent papers made in China.  One of their poll counters fretted about a threat to the audit from <ahem> 'fire-throwing clowns' in the circus next door, because it's a well-known fact that the FSB employs same as assassins and saboteurs*.  Art!

No comment needed

     There is considerable doubt as to where the ballot papers ended up, because Cyber Ninjas most definitely didn't turn over their post-audit paperwork as required by law when the count finished in August 2021.  They did manage to infect two million pounds-worth of Dominion Voting Systems equipment with malware - 0% audit experience, remember - and only failed to infect their servers because a judge told them 'NO' when requesting their sequestration**.


     There is a whole other item to be done on the legal shenanigans to do with this case, which I shan't go into here or the whole blog would be just this item. 

     The schadenfreude here is that a judge ordered CN to hand over all their documentation in June and again in August, a legal order they ignored.  This has come back to bite them on the bottom most severely, as they are now being fined £38,000 PER DAY BACKDATED TO AUGUST for every that they don't provide the records - 0% audit experience, remember?  This means a fine of £4,500,000 so far as of Thursday last; thus add on another £150,000 to that.  Oooer Matron!


All Out For Terror And Torment!

Your daily dose of "Tormentor" is here, for good or ill or climbing up a hill.  

Louis straightened up as several cousins came into the room simultaneously, to investigate and rescue if necessary.

               ‘I think she needs a rest,’ he discreetly whispered to the nearest, as Angela tried to tell them whom she’d seen in the corner.  After that, he took refuge in the kitchen, trying to work out what the hell happened in the parlour.  Ange had clearly seen Jen.  There was no doubt about that.  But why just at that moment?  Why not before?  

               Another possibility occurred to him.  That, having been seen by her mother, the spirit of Jennifer Hargreaves was now at rest.  Gone for good this time.

               Selfishly, he didn’t want that to be the case.  He was adjusting to having her around, damn it!

              

The picture of Jackie faced the window when he got home.  The spirit sat glumly on his settee. 

               At least she hadn’t vanished.

               ‘What the hell – sorry – what on earth happened at your mum’s house?  She could see you!’

               Jen nodded.

               ‘I think it was you.  You held her hand when I was there.  That allowed her to see what you can.’

               ‘So you turned invisible to stop her continuing to see you.  Damn, this is important stuff!  Why didn’t Marjory tell you or me this yesterday?’

               Jen shrugged.

               ‘Don’t know.’

               He eyed her, calculating.

               ‘Don’t come the truculent teenager with me, madam.’  Sitting down, he put an arm around her, once again experiencing that strange, not-unpleasant chilly tingle.  ‘Hey, hey.  Don’t be so sad.  Shall I do a happy dance to cheer you up?’

               The prospect of Louis-the-Misanthrope-McMahon doing a happy dance had the desired effect.  The spirit burst into reluctant laughter.

               ‘Oh, Luma, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  I’m not Jennifer, I’m only part of what she used to be.  At times I forget.’  She looked up at him, almost spilling real tears.  ‘How silly is this, a spirit feeling sad at being a spirit!’

               ‘Ah, whatever.  Here.  Put your head on my shoulder.  No, there.  That’s it.  Otherwise I get a frozen shoulder.’

     A little longer than usual, because it came to a convenient stop.


Blimey It's Slimy

For Lo! we are back on Althaea Officianalis, or the Marshmallow to you.  We've covered how it was (and still is) used to make a proto-marshmallow confectionery, yet it's been known for several thousand years as having medicinal properties.  Art!

A doctor in the wild
     It has traditionally been used to treat mouth and throat infections, as well as ulcers, where it is held that the sticky sap helps to coat and protect affected areas.  When peeled and cooked the roots were one of those delicacies the Romans liked to gorge on.

Shall We Have Another 'Dangerous Lighthouse'?

O go on then.  This is the St. George Reef Lighthouse.  Art!


     It already looks promising, doesn't it?  Those ones that perch hundreds of feet above the waves are frankly a dud when it comes to danger, I've found.  The lighthouse went active in 1892 after a troubled construction history that stalled several times thanks to lack of funds.  It sits off the California coast on the North West Seal Rock, and was extremely difficult to construct (shades of the Eddystone and Bell Rock).  Art!

Very isolated indeed

     The lighthouse itself sits on a giant, solid concrete and granite caisson five stories high, with a landing stage below that for supply vessels, which were lifted and winched into position via a long boom, because the surrounding waters are too unpredictable and dangerous to allow mere docking.  Art!

     Despite what you may think about mellow Californian weather, at times storm-driven waves have broken the panes of the light and caused internal floodingby coming down the main staircase.  Since the tower is 144 feet above the waterline, I think we can safely call this one "Dangerous Indeed".

      And with that we are done!


*  It doesn't, I was just seeing how credulous you are.

**  O how I have longed to use this word.

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