You’re welcome Bigg Red! Mrs. Typelouder and I were discussing the trailer at breakfast and got so carried away we were a few minutes late to church!
The white hats have the mules dead to rights. Video surveillance of the drop boxes, the mules phones pinging their GPS coordinates, and then the photos they themselves took of the harvested ballots in order to get paid with embedded date/time/location in the photos. Then they sent the pics to their handlers to get their money. And they thought wearing latex gloves would protect their identity. These people are stupid.
“We have it all.” Simply a genius operation... You just know the mules flipped, and the trail goes right back to Zuckerberg, Bezos et al.
From Radix about his brush with Canadians in Germany as a young man. Thank you for sharing your memories.
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You are free to share this as you please.
I just wanted it by your way.
Whatever you decide is OK with me.
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On 2 January, 1980, I had been driving big rigs for the Army for about 2 years. I had a great job in my Company. I drove all over West Germany, pulling Munitions, vehicle parts, Commissary loads, mail, all sorts of things.
The heaviest load I ever pulled was a huge freaking cannon. My truck could barely make it uphill, and the Autobahns have lots of hills. Those cannon must have weighed 50 tons. The lightest load that I ever pulled besides nothing, was stuff called ‘Wing Tip Fuel Tanks.’ Wing tip fuel tanks are these things that provide fuel for Air Force jets. Once they are depleted, the Pilots simply release them into the Sea, where they are later recovered for reuse. Anybody could pick an empty one up as they weighed next to nothing. They were actually a pain in the ass because of their odd shapes. They had to be loaded on Flat Beds and secured by belts. They were actually dangerous cargo because the belts would loosen during transit, and we often had to stop on the side of the road to re-secure them. I hated that freight. Give me a 50 ton cannon anytime, they don’t budge during transport.
So yeah, I pulled lots of interesting cargo. My favorite things were the mail and the Reefers(refrigerated trailers.)
One day I was dispatched to a place called Lahr. It was in the western part of Southwest Germany. It was the Schwarzwald (Black Forest.) Gosh did I love that trip. I learned a lot, but I was in completely new terrain. It was the HQ for the Canadian Armed Forces, I think.
So I arrive in mid afternoon, it was still early Winter, and it gets dark earlier in Germany than it does here in New England. I knew that I had to layover that night but I was in completely foreign territory. It was not as if it was an American Kaserne. This was after all, Third World stuff, Canadian.
Well, I got there, but my cargo was not going to get unloaded that day as everybody had already gone home and the work day was over. I was concerned about the freight sitting overnight. It it was likely that the fuel in the Thermo King was adequate to make it through until the next day, and it was chilly out there with snow all over the place, but I did not like it. Still, I had no options.
At the same time, I was lost, but I met a woman who was familiar with the workings of that Base. She took me under her wing. I was 25 or so, she was likely in her 40s. She is or was one of the coolest ladies whom I have ever met. She explained to me how things worked. She really taught me a lot during that short period of time.
She took me to the Canadian version of the PX. I wrote a check in U.S.Dollars and they gave me more cash than was the then exchange rate. It has been years but the way things worked on American Kasernes was distinctly different than how it worked with the Canadians.
She took me to the Enlisted Quarters in order to get me a bunk for the night. She explained a lot to me. I wondered how I actually made money by writing a check. It was all very different than anything I was familiar with.
That lady spoke 4 languages. I had studied French at University, and I knew a bit of German after 2 1/2 years of living there. This woman was fluent in French and German. What a delightful person she was was. She was so good to me. I should have saved her name and address. I liked her a lot. From that day, I was endeared to Canadians forever.
I got a room for less than a Dollar. It was unbelievable. I had stayed in lots of places while on RON (Remain Over Night) thanks to her, but I never saw a domain such as this during my Army days. There was enough beds for seven people. There were actual cribs. They had a TV in the room. I never saw that during any layover on an American Kaserne over the years.
The next morning, I showered and then went to the Canadian Mess. I paid like a half Dollar for breakfast which was unbelievable. I had eggs, potatoes, sausage, Canadian Ham, toast, juice, coffee. It was amazing, all for approximately 50 cents.
My brief time at Lahr was absolutely incredible.
I was wishing that I was Canadian. I loved every instant of that entire experience.
Just like Amazon.com, right?
::. You just know the mules flipped, and the trail goes right back to Zuckerberg, Bezos et al.::
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