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A thread dedicated towards possible solutions rather than the rather pessimistic fare we engage in with much of our other communication.

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Blimey!  How could I have missed BO's post on der Flugzoid?  

You might like:  this Idea!  Another Slipcraft.  

Now... to darker matters.  Probably doesn't belong on this thread. But it IS a solution.  I am going home to Germany to die.  

No reason to think I'm going to die anytime soon... no reason to think I ain't.  

Without family, home or country... why not?  Beautiful buildings.  Beautiful people (even if i don't know them from squat... and never intend to) ... and REAL FOOD (that's a biggie).   Truth is- I hate this fuckin place.  Liberal- conservative... fuck them all.  They don't know it's all a puppet show.  

Lost my inspiration.  To do my beloved prototype Slipcraft... to do Gburg... anything.  Just want to go home.  

Hybrid airships for cargo.

Understand your desire to leave the US.  Don't know Germany but, based upon my time in Latvia, Italy and Finland I have felt the difference in Europe.  Sad that Gburg and Slipcraft no longer drive you.

"Truth is- I hate this fuckin place.  Liberal- conservative... fuck them all.  They don't know it's all a puppet show."

Yep, totally agree. Living in the US is like living in an insane-asylum.

If I was unencumbered, I'd probably go live in Mexico. Great food, good people, still affordable. Haven't been to Europe, so I don't really have an opinion on its livability. I just know that, if I went back to spend my final days with my own ancestors, it would be too damn cold and dark for my liking.

No place is going to immune to the economic collapse. But my intuition says that third world nations might be less affected because of their relative self-sufficiency. If we are all going to have to live like 'natives', might as well go to a place where the locals know something about the lifestyle.

The truth can set  you free.  But first it might piss you off.  Last night i was really drunk and pissed off.  Today just stoned and and sad. Waking up alive in West Wing Turret aint so bad.

In it, you were in a warm place, like a hatchery... and you were trying to wake up, but struggled to open your eyes.. and when you could stay awake a few moments, you were in a place with others, and you had wings.   

You have fingers toes and eyes.  You know the words fingers toes and eyes.  Where did the language come from?  Where do dreams come from?  Your brain?  Reality is not what you think.  

 

He's on the right track exactly!  But it's gonna take $30k to do a marketable prototype.  $6,717.09 i got in the quad so far.  That's without Davinci drive (1500) and fairing (600) and batteries (2000)... and solar (?!).  Figure it's gonna pencil out at around 15.  

this one does not have wheels at all
but toes and a whole four months experience of living
under her belt or bonnet
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perhaps I wasn't paying attention before, the rain fell in shafts, not drops, they were lances. So I took a photo to see if it would, and doesn't it look like a blur trom the speed, but it wasn't. My naked eyes saw shafts of rain falling like lances, sheet sleet, too cold for tiny toes and her nose.
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"America for what it's become:"  That note of defensiveness creeps right in there whether threat or insult is intended or not.  And they neither threat nor insult if they are true.  Now my little old yapping Chihuahua ass is accused of bullying and you think I'm going to Poland by train and i am trying to escape on a 4-wheeled bicycle before the continent cracks.  Like dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly.  We are all quite fucking mad, you know.  Think about it.  We are talking about our feelings while the planet cooks.  We are talking about debt while we are running out of water.  
 
Collapse makes no distinction between family and stranger.   

Well here's the first post in 6 bloody months.  Not much to it... just evidence of having ridden a fat-quad.  As suspected, the tires are a big deal.  But am quite taken with the idea bundles in the Greer Paradox.  "Progress" as the honky religion... is it magic because we do not understand it?  And the other Greer is saying we-don't-know-the-half-of-it.   

Zero-point energy and the Others... eye aint ready to dismiss all that.  But until it rides in on a winged white horse, Slipcraft is the best eye kin dew.  Now Jubal and the boys are waiting...  

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