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How much time do you spend giving the wrong people the benefit of the doubt? The "burned haystack" dating method argues that finding the right match may start with quickly eliminating the wrong ones, writes @bruce_y_lee. psychologytoday.com/us/blog/…

Don't kill me but this comment turned into a personal research project.... I hit the X word count limit! 😂 Boeing whistleblowers have not fared too well. And the global headquarters of Inmarsat and Rolls Royce are in London. Wonder what MI5/MI6 have had to say about all this... British intelligence regularly consulted with Malaysian authorities on four distinct vectors: terrorism, active hijacking, personal psychological crises, or systemic mechanical failure. MI6 conducted deep-vetted background checks on all 239 passengers and crew members. They found zero extremist links or suspicious motives. Crash investigators believe the disappearance of the plane and the decision to disable the communications system appear to have been deliberate. "Disappearance" Sydney Morning Herald reported that Hishammuddin (acting transport minister) had said MI6 was also examining "pings" emitted by the plane after its communications systems were disabled. Pings... anyone thinking what I'm thinking? Intelligence technical teams helped assess automated "pings" sent to British satellite firm Inmarsat, but who examined the phone calls and text messages? Even if the passengers were knocked out immediately, other people must have tried to contact them. The flight was scheduled for 5 hours and 55 minutes, planned as a six-hour overnight route to arrive at 6:30am local time. The news that Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 was missing from radar reached the public at 7:24 a.m. local time on March 8, 2014, roughly 6 hours and 43 min after takeoff. Based on satellite communication data, Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 flew for a total of 7 hours and 38 minutes. After disappearing from civilian radar screens at 1:21 a.m. local time on Saturday, ~40 minutes after takeoff. That leaves ~55 minutes between the time the public was informed and the time it supposed stopped flying. People had to be making phone calls. Since Beijing is 13 hours ahead of D.C., The White House national security team briefed President on a Friday evening. A ping is a basic network diagnostic tool used to check if a device or system is online. Pinging a domain triggers a DNS request first then th DNS server logs that domain name lookup. The IP address is the numerical address that the domain represents. Every device connected to the internet needs an IP address to send and receive data. Because phones switch between different networks, their IP addresses change frequently. Phones use a temporary (dynamic) IP address that changes every time you disconnect from Wi-Fi, move to a new location, or turn airplane mode on and off. Which of course, you often do on a plane. So wouldn't this data have been analyzed in the investigation? Neustar, the Obama administration's National Telecommunications and Information Administration (NTIA) officially awarded the contract for the White House to Neustar to operate the .us country-code registry on February 27, 2014. The contract was publicly announced a few days later on March 4, 2014 - just days before MH370 vanished. It was a three-year contract with options to renew, performed at no cost to the federal government. Following two one-year extensions, the NTIA opened up a full competitive bidding process and ultimately awarded Neustar a new, long-term 10-year contract on June 28, 2019, to continue operating the .us domain registry. Verizon legally owns its primary Customer Proprietary Network Information (CPNI), phone records, and location, but Neustar (acquired by TransUnion) frequently acts as a technical "custodian of records". Law enforcement must serve subpoenas or warrants directly to the carrier (Verizon) to legally demand subscriber data. For national security investigations or FISA warrants, tech brokers like Neustar pull data directly from network streams on behalf of the client to deliver it to federal agencies. Lawmakers have pushed for federal investigations into how Neustar manages and transfers sensitive consumer metadata to government research contracts. Recall my employment was suddenly terminated about a week after MH370 disappeared. Just as I was canned a week after reporting being stricken in the heart while employed at PEW. Only in both scenarios, I actually was a whistleblower 5 months earlier. Almost exactly! Verizon was @Clarabridge biggest client! And one of my coworkers, who I had lunch with a few times, used to work for Neustar. I also had lunch with my friend from BAE back in February 2013 because I had access to that data to analyze. I also had Clorox! But I was too dumb to find the needles in the haystack because I didn't have the time nor care back then to read political news. Security analysts found that an unknown hacker—operating out of Serbia—scanned Clinton's basement server at least twice in August and December 2012. I was fired from Acumen Solutions in August and hired by Clarabridge in September. @sidbanerjee The server's existence became public knowledge in March 2013 when Romanian hacker "Guccifer" hacked the email account of Clinton's aide, Sidney Blumenthal, and published their correspondences. A contracted IT worker used BleachBit software to erase the archived Clinton emails between March 25 and March 31, 2015. I don't know if that kind of "bleach" news appeared in the Clorox (public) data model since I was no longer working on it, but it should have. Similarly in 2014, there must have been public tweets and Facebook messages in addition to the phone and text messages (which only phone carries would see). Hackers first gain access to OPM databases in November 2013. OPM security tools detect the November 2013 intrusion in March 2014. But in late 2014 massive data exfiltration occurs. OPM contacts the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) to launch an emergency response. July 9, 2015: The true scope is revealed. And the DNC is secretly hacked the month afterward. I was interviewing with both Salesforce and PEW during the late summer. Roughly 5.6 million sets of official government fingerprints were stolen alongside the files. Years later in October 2020, none of the 51 intelligence officials used the word "fingerprints" in the letter itself. The text strictly used the term "classic earmarks" to describe their suspicion of a Russian information operation. But news outlets, headline writers, and political commentators widely substituted "earmarks" with "Russian fingerprints" as a colloquial shorthand when summarizing the story. That seems significant when you consider how fingerprints are used in national security, including to access a computer. Fingerprints also serve as a primary biometric tool to permanently tie a physical person to an identity, preventing individuals from using aliases, fake passports, or stolen documents to cross borders or infiltrate secure systems. The FBI runs these prints through its Next Generation Identification (NGI) system to search for undisclosed criminal records, past arrests, or links to open investigations before granting security clearances. Because fingerprints cannot be changed like a password, intelligence agencies had to alter how they deployed undercover operatives, knowing foreign adversaries could use the stolen biometric database to instantly identify covert U.S. personnel. People actively in the recruiting pipeline were heavily exposed. In time-sensitive transitions, senior officials can authorize temporary or limited access to a person before their years-long background check is finalized. An agency head may grant localized, emergency access to an unvetted foreign ally or private sector technical expert to respond directly to an imminent, active national security threat. A foreign adversary could also use stolen OPM data as a powerful deductive tool to uncover secret intelligence assets through secondary methods. If a person claims to be a low-level diplomat at an embassy, but their name is completely missing from the OPM federal employee database and background check files, an adversary can deduce that they are operating under "official cover" and are likely a CIA case officer. Foreign spies can use this data to target specific Americans and turn them into cover assets. But anyway sorry to get sidetracked. Moving on... Michael Sussmann contacted the CIA in February 2017. Former CIA officials later testified that Sussmann sought to keep his sources anonymous and stated he was not representing any particular client. He told the CIA he was bringing the data to them because he was concerned the FBI was not handling related materials properly. Sussmann did not just bring the old Alfa-Bank data to the CIA in February 2017. He presented an updated, expanded data package compiled by tech executive Rodney Joffe. This new package included separate, highly sensitive allegations that Russian-made wireless smartphones (YotaPhones) were being used near Trump Tower and the White House. CIA technical experts reportedly reviewed the DNS material but quickly dismissed it as "self-generated" and unsubstantiated. "Self-generated" and unsubstantiated like Inmarsat pings that the plane flew for 7 hours? Or did CIA just mean there was no sign of "Trump-Russian collusion." Who was using the YotaPhones? Were they even Russian? Hillary Clinton formally resigned as the 67th U.S. Secretary of State on February 1, 2013, well before MH370 disappeared. She was succeeded by John Kerry. David Leiter was Kerry's Senate chief of staff from 1991-1997, the majority of which Bill Clinton was POTUS. Tamera Luzzatto and David Leiter began dating in late 2000 after years of working near each other on Capitol Hill and married on September 22, 2001 in New York. Tamera then served as Hillary's chief of staff when Ms. Clinton was Senator, prior to becoming Secretary of State. Some may forget that @HillaryClinton was the overwhelming consensus favorite and the clear front-runner to win both the Democratic nomination and the presidency leading up to the 2008 election. In October 2007, a Gallup trial heat poll showed her with a 29-point lead over her closest rival, Barack Obama (50% to 21%). But the 2008 Obama campaign was one of the earliest presidential campaigns to experiment with cloud-based Customer Relationship Management (CRM) software - specifically Salesforce. Salesforce executives were part of an informal group of tech leaders (alongside executives from Google, Facebook, and Apple) who advised Obama's digital team. And perhaps it worked. The campaign utilized Salesforce cloud applications to help manage data infrastructure, laying the groundwork for the highly sophisticated, data-driven "ground game" that became the campaign's hallmark. Obama won caucus states that Clinton's team largely overlooked. But does the deep state leave anything as important as an election up to chance? Maybe not after 2016. Back to where it gets interesting... Georgia Tech submitted analysis to DARPA as a funded contract deliverable for their work on EA. The EOP Event Analysis report included analysis of malicious cyber activity that involved the Executive Office of the President from the time period May 11 - June 16, 2016. As part of this analysis, the Georgia Tech team observed network traffic from AS6250, "Executive Office of the President," to IPs that were believed to be controlled by malicious cyber actors (MCAs) at that time. Georgia Tech researchers analyzing Executive Office of the President (EOP) data found traffic resolving to a dynamic Domain Name System (DNS) host managed out of Hong Kong. Few other networks in the U.S. resolved this domain, and the site had passive DNS connections with the BIZCN registrar, a registrar widely known to support the DNS needs of online criminals. Fusion GPS hired Christopher Steele and his firm, Orbis Business Intelligence, in May 2016. Fusion GPS then hired Christopher Steele to mine his contacts in Moscow to look for active collusion between Trump and the Kremlin. The Steele Dossier was compiled between June and December 2016 as an opposition research report. Steele is a former British intelligence officer who worked for the United Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Service (MI6) from 1987 until his retirement in 2009. Igor Danchenko, a Russian analyst living in the U.S. who acted as Steele's primary source, was indicted by John Durham on five counts of making false statements to the FBI but ultimately acquitted on all counts. Despite learning Danchenko’s data was uncorroborated, the FBI actually placed Danchenko on its own payroll as a paid Confidential Human Source from March 2017 to October 2020 to help them vet the ongoing Trump-Russia allegations. If the malicious cyber activity that involved the EOP was from the time period May 11 - June 16, 2016. This time frame overlaps with when the DNC and the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee (DCCC) formally realized their internal computer networks had been severely breached. The NSA alerted the FBI to the compromise in August 2015, having been tipped off by a Dutch intelligence agency that had successfully infiltrated the networks of the Russian state-sponsored hacking group Cozy Bear. Official FBI records show that the bureau's Washington Field Office initiated notification efforts to the DNC on August 6, 2015. An FBI special agent contacted the DNC’s primary IT help desk in September, but the tech staff did not immediately escalate the warning. The FBI tried again in November to warn DNC that one of their internal computers was actively transmitting data back to Russia. Despite the early warnings, DNC executive leadership did not fully grasp the severity of the penetration until April 2016, at which point they brought in the private cybersecurity firm CrowdStrike to investigate and expel the hackers. I was recruited to PEW starting on August 12, 2015. I was extended an offer in September, which I think was right after they hired the woman who became my boss. My recruiters name sounds very British. An ExactTarget email server was supposed to go live on December 7, 2015 but the date was never really feasible given PEW's requirements. Also since when do you hire a "Project Manager" (me) 6 weeks before go-live, while also asking her to reset other employees' passwords during new-hire orientation... My 2016 honeytrap was someone I met in August 2015 but it really began in January. I also started going to happy hour with Layth, my former Obama assistant friend by the end of the year and he'd recently started dating my friend. I am not sure exactly how all of this fits into the story but it sure seems to, so I'm hoping some others can fill in the blanks. What are we still missing? Was Clinton really after Trump, finding the truth about UAP programs, Epstein and his network, all the above, or even what Obama/CIA were up to after she left the government? Given MH370 was an international ocean event, PEW would have surely taken notice. Ghislaine Maxwell was granted complimentary access to attend a Clinton Global Initiative (CGI) conference in 2013 where she represented her ocean conservation nonprofit, The TerraMar Project. In October 2013, she traveled to Reykjavík, Iceland, to attend and speak at the inaugural Arctic Circle Assembly. The United States, Canada, Russia, Iceland, Norway, Denmark (via Greenland), Sweden, and Finland were key participants. In February 2014, Maxwell spoke at a public UN briefing titled "Healthy Oceans and Seas: A Way Forward. Maxwell also advocated for UN protections on the high seas alongside dozens of other NGOs. The annual summits in Reykjavík feature massive non-governmental entities and major university pipelines, including the Harvard Belfer Center's Arctic Initiative. Because the Arctic serves as the primary aerial gateway between North America and rival superpowers, the region has become a modern hotspot for detecting unknown objects. In late January 2023, a massive Chinese surveillance balloon entered U.S. airspace via Alaska. Defense and intelligence sources confirmed a separate, massive incident over the Arctic Circle on February 1, 2023. Radar detected eight to nine UAPs moving together. NORAD fighter jets scrambled to intercept them, but the objects reportedly maneuvered away at extreme, hypersonic speeds. The ex-Air Force friend I met in 2015 is from Alaska and her husband works for @NRO_gov. Alaska is historically one of the most prominent UAP hotspots in North America, consistently ranking among the top five U.S. states for both total sightings and per capita reports. A massive, unpopulated region stretching between Anchorage, Juneau, and Utqiagvik is colloquially known as the Alaska Triangle. The landscape is blanketed by massive, shifting glaciers pockmarked with deep crevasses, impenetrable forests, and jagged mountain ranges. Since the 1970s, this area has generated an immense number of missing-person cases, vanished aircraft, and reports of massive, silent, triangular-shaped crafts hovering over the wilderness. The area's notoriety was cemented on October 16, 1972, when a Cessna 310 carrying U.S. House Majority Leader Hale Boggs and Congressman Nick Begich vanished. Despite a massive 39-day search involving over 90 aircraft, not a single scrap of metal, luggage, or human remains was ever recovered. Project Blue Book (1951-1969) did not investigate standard missing person cases or routine civil aviation crashes. But it became heavily involved in Alaska when military radar operators or pilots reported unidentified radar blips or anomalous aerial objects accompanying aircraft. Investigators heavily vetted the psychological profile and professional credibility of the military airmen or pilots making the reports to rule out hoaxes. By the time the program was shut down in 1969, Blue Book had processed over 12,000 cases globally, leaving 701 cases officially cataloged as "Unidentified." Project BLUEBIRD (1950–1951) was launched in April 1950 to study interrogation resistance and memory modification. Researchers and psychiatrists from BLUEBIRD transitioned directly into running MKUltra sub-projects. While Project MKUltra was a highly clandestine CIA program using psychiatrists, Project Blue Book was an Air Force initiative headquartered at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base that primarily utilized physical scientists. But the Air Force did consult its own military psychologists and flight surgeons for Blue Book. Whenever a pilot or military radar operator reported a high-speed UAP, Blue Book investigators would review the witness’s mental state. In July 1952, a series of radar-visual UFO sightings occurred directly over the White House and the U.S. Capitol. Project Blue Book was overwhelmed with reports, and the Air Force could not explain them. To neutralize this threat, the CIA secretly convened a specialized committee of prominent non-military physicists and engineers in January 1953, known as the Robertson Panel. The panel concluded that UFOs posed no direct hostile threat, but that public hysteria did. This began their recommended a systematic national policy of "debunking." The Atomic Energy Act of 1954 ended the U.S. government monopoly on nuclear technology, allowing private companies to own nuclear reactors. In 2014, declassified documents exposed a massive, secret operational link between the CIA and Project Blue Book. Beginning in the mid-1950s, the CIA began secret testing the highly classified U-2 and A-12 OXCART reconnaissance aircraft. This secret testing caused a massive spike in sightings. When Blue Book investigators contacted the CIA to cross-reference flight schedules, the CIA confirmed the objects were their classified planes. To preserve top-secret military assets, the CIA legally barred the Air Force from telling the public the truth. The CIA used Blue Book as a shield to hide the CIA's domestic spy operations. Officials worried that the Soviet Union could trigger mass hysteria by mimicking or exploiting UFO sightings. In the late 1960s, the CIA launched a illegal domestic spying Operation CHAOS. This program targeted anti-war activists and dissenters. The modern tracking programs were prompted by the November 2004 USS Nimitz Carrier Strike Group encounters. This series of encounters is widely known as the "Tic Tac" UFO incident. Since then we've had... • AATIP (2007–2012): Secret Pentagon aerospace threat program. • AAWSAP (2008-2012) Advanced Aerospace Weapon System Applications Program launched by the DIA. • • • • UAPTF (2020–2022): Naval intelligence tracking task force. • AARO (2022–Present): Current consolidated government investigative office. • Space Tiger Team (Dec 2023 - ?) - Air Force, Space Force, NORAD, NRO, NGA, NSA, DIA Do you know what came between 2013-2020? Epstein. Audio recordings from early to mid-2013 capture Epstein pitching Barak on bridging American "big data" surveillance with Israeli intelligence expertise. Epstein advised Barak to meet with Peter Thiel, founder of Palantir, which opened a major office in Tel Aviv in 2015. Palantir Technologies officially signed a major strategic partnership with the Israeli Ministry of Defense on January 12, 2024. Both entities agreed to harness Palantir's most advanced data analytics architectures strictly to assist in active war-related missions. That's not to say incidental collection does not occur. If an American citizen communicates with a target or family member in a foreign conflict zone, that communication is caught in a dragnet. Once it enters the system, Palantir's software can be used by either military to analyze those digital footprints. If a data set contains U.S. citizen footprints, an analyst must have explicit authorization for that specific bucket of data. Every single click, search, view, and data export is tracked using permanent audit logs that cannot be altered or deleted by the user. If a foreign military inappropriately views a U.S. citizen's data, the software creates a permanent historical lineage mapping who looked at it, when, and why. If a piece of data is tagged as a "Protected U.S. Person" file, those security markings automatically propagate to any derivative charts, maps, or AI-generated target profiles. The restrictions follow the data wherever it moves within the network. Government personnel (like FBI agents, CIA analysts, or military intelligence officers) are only granted access if they are assigned to a specific active case involving that file. Compliance officers can see who is accessing the files to monitor audit logs for abuse. If an analyst does not have explicit, pre-approved clearance for a case, the software "masks" or redacts the U.S. citizen's name, replacing it with a placeholder like "U.S. Person 1". To unmask it, the analyst must file a formal, written legal request detailing the national security necessity. But IMO this is not enough. In major cases it can be OBVIOUS who the masked person is. An individual's digital footprint typically enters these systems through five main triggers: • Incidental Contact with a Foreign Target overseas. • If two foreign targets discuss an American citizen by name or unique identifier (e.g., "We are meeting with John Doe in New York"), that conversation is logged, and a profile is auto-generated for that U.S. person. • Purchasing massive public datasets from commercial data brokers. If a person uses financial apps, has a public court record, or uses smartphone apps that track location data, that footprint is bought by the government and fed into the data pool. • Administrative and Health Registries • Active Criminal or Security Investigations: If an individual is a suspected victim, witness, or perpetrator of a federal crime, federal prosecutors feed subpoenaed banking records, flight manifests, and phone logs into platforms like USA Palantir Data Analytic Platform (USAPDAP) to map out the network. In HUMINT, counterintelligence agencies and spy rings never build a fully visible web. Operatives communicate only via an intermediary or cutout rather than meeting directly. A low-level asset typically knows only one person—their immediate handler. They have no idea who else works for the agency. A high-level asset—such as a foreign politician, a military general, or a top-tier corporate double-agent—is a priceless national security resource. A famous real-world example occurred with an elite FBI asset named Katrina Leung. Code-named "Parlor Maid," she was one of the U.S. gov'ts highest-paid and most valued Chinese intelligence assets, earning over $1.7 million. Her primary FBI handler, James J. Smith, engaged in an undisclosed, decades-long romantic affair with her. Smith missed the fact Leung was operating as a double agent, actively stealing classified U.S. secrets straight out of his briefcase and passing them back to the Chinese government. Who really was Kathrine Wu?

Tried something different: A short dark, humourous true story *we might animate this later @grok Anyways presenting: Death of a Sausageman The death of my uncle, wasted by a wiener, slaughtered by a salami, killed by a kranski, slain by a sausage is still a much talked about and allegorised incident in the village where he and my aunt lived, where in fact my aunt still lives. The village itself is quite unremarkable: whitewashed stone walls covered in climbing pink roses, fat yellow bees buzzing in the fragrant blooms; ruby coloured red shingled roofs; golden crusted pies cooling upon windowsills and filling the air with a faint hint of toasted cinnamon; the trill of children’s laughter as they patter barefoot over freshly-scrubbed cobbled streets. Men, ruddy faced from a life outdoors in clean crisp air, patiently watch as their opponents’ ponders the next move in the ever-present chess matches in the town square. The occasional movement of brawny arms, blue-cottoned sleeves rolled up to the elbow, lift glasses of creamy topped brown ale or reach down to run calloused fingers through the wiry fur of small white terriers lying at their feet. Children lying upon the green lawn nearby watch as pipe smoke curls softly higher; slowly changing into flying dragons or warships battling in the brilliant blue sky before fading away. Mothers & wives passing by turn soft frowns upon respected husbands, sons and daughters before turning to each other and sharing secret smiles. As the day ages and shadows lengthen, couples old and young can be seen climbing the well worn chalk path from the nearby beach. With shoes, boots or wicker picnic baskets carried in one hand, the other clasps, fingers entwined - touch confirming an unspoken bond of love and companionship. It was into this utterly boring cesspit that I was bundled every summer holiday as a child. No sooner had the school term ended for the Christmas holidays and my school bag hit the tiled floor of our kitchen then my bony arse, still encased in grey flannel shorts, was to be found bouncing on the red leather bench seats in some pipe-smoke filled compartment in the train onto which my father bundled me. It was on this annual drive to the station as my father raced to deposit me from his life for a few more weeks that he revealed hidden talents as a rally driver. Hand on horn, corners were taken on two wheels as acceleration kept us pinned into the depths of the driver and passenger side seats. Brief glimpses towards the windscreen showed a surreal world of moving houses and blurry trees. I had always wondered if my father had ever thought of other time saving options; maybe launching me by way of catapult from the back seat whilst we drove parallel to the moving train or just dropping me off the village bridge as the train passed underneath. I was always tempted to mention the catapult idea to my father but was halted by the memory of my mother’s hysterical sobbing when I ran the idea passed her. It wouldn’t do to let father know I had upset mother I remember one year my father taking the option of cutting cross country across Old McDonalds farm, an instinctive hand brake turn implemented when the farm holder threw caution to the wind and opened the rear door of his dwelling and reached an arm across our path to pick up his waiting wellies costing a valuable 3.4 seconds, the farmer having the misfortune to leave them on his back step. I could see the obituary: Old McDonald had a farm, and on that farm was a crazed driver racing to the station and deposit his son from his life for a further eight weeks, with a toot toot here and a toot toot there etc. Another 2 seconds being added to dodge a particularly well aimed weatherproof boot, I was surprised that the windscreen glass was able to bend so much without breaking upon its sudden airborne arrival. My father timed the option as cutting an entire 12 seconds from our previous best time for the journey, set two years earlier and memorable for the fact that the careers of one postman and two ducks were ended in the same pond. We never repeated the cross country exercise though, as in my father’s opinion the risk of unanticipated time impediments; farmer, gumboots, camping boy scouts and various farm animals, was too high. What is it with boy scouts and camping in the fields of a local farmer? The idea of thirty-odd, and I mean odd, pre-pubescent, running unfettered, in khaki shorts and stout shoes out in the wilds of a local farmer’s field braving the dangers of a hay bearing tractor, cows dangerously full of milk, wandering beetles and the occasional bird call whilst they twine twigs in their hair and smear mud on each other as preparation for their jamboree performance that consists of a whole lot of rolling around in wet grass whooping and is meant to depict mans inhumanity to man makes me shiver. What is to stop them jumping the nearest fence and escaping off into the night?, The fear of a rogue sheep in the next paddock? An extra large haystack? A pond full of frogspawn? The scoutmaster? - The human equivalent of a golden Labrador who spends his existence with his tongue hanging out, rolling over and pleading for someone to scratch his bloated tummy. No, rogue boy scouts; tying knots in native fauna, lighting fires, making hats out of native flora, stealing eggs from nests, digging burrows in golf courses and disturbing the night with suggestive cries of dib dib dobbing to passers by are now a far worse pest than rabbits in some Southern hemisphere continents, and rabbits are a bloody big pest. The train journey was memorable only for the sheer boredom of passing for three hours through rolling green hills, under the occasional bridge rickety enough to have once felt the tramp of legionnaires’ boiled-leather sandals and over small icy rivers, home to fat brown trout. The worst was passing small country towns with unpronounceable names; where residents viewed the train’s passing as a social event. It was positively sickening to look out and think that soon I would be in a village full of people similar to all those ruddy-faced people waving their handkerchiefs at me in a jolly manner. Occasionally I would raise my hand and give a languid wave in response to the furious snot ridden semaphore of a small soot covered child sitting upon it’s father’s shoulders: (“I have a new handkerchief” was the closest I came to deciphering the message) For the last hour of our journey the briny smell of the sea invaded our compartment, a very commendable effort considering the old bloke seated across from me had removed his shoes as soon as the train edged away from the platform to reveal two week old dead hairy anchovies cunningly wrapped in coarse wool socks to look like human feet. I believe that my effort of 2 hours 40 minutes makes me the Under 12 Breath Holding World Champion. As the train ground to a halt, the brakes squealing much like I imagine bathroom scales with voices would do upon feeling the floor shake and having the cold shadow of doom fall across them as a dressing-gowned behemoth with curlers bedraggled in their hair attempts to see whether not eating that sixth extra cup cake (“Oh, couldn’t possibly, darling: dieting, you know!”) has magically managed to remove the excess 22 stone. I gather my meagre possessions, myself and a knapsack, and prepare to be inspected. The greeting of my aunt and uncle was by now a familiar annual ritual played out on the platform: a calloused meaty finger tasting slightly of hay and ale is shoved roughly into my mouth and lips are lifted to expose teeth and gums. “You can always tell someone’s health by the state of the gums, young one. Same as cattle, you know!” I gave my annual thanks to the gods that my aunt took an interest in local farming practices rather than proctology. My uncle stood back and looked at me at arms length. The look was always very measured, approximately 5.8 seconds long, starting at my hair, the styling of which always attracted a frown of disapproval and a muttering of “Not even the Germans would be so cruel.” The next utterance, “Pinched face poor lad”, was always followed by a glance somewhere between my navel and knees and a comment on the lack of manly fur-covering the area had yet to achieve, my uncle had once been mistaken for an escaped rare Albanian bear on his only trip to the city zoo. This pattern would be strictly adhered to whether the sun was shining or whether hail the size of golf balls were braining anyone without enough sense to be under cover. It did once, they hadn’t and we weren’t. I still have the scars Bracing was the term used by my uncle for any weather that didn’t actually separate your limbs from your body. Being battered by hailstones: bracing! Ice actually forming on the mucus membranes: bracing! Losing two toes to frostbite on a trip to the front gate to check the mailbox: bracing! The formal declaration of an official ice age would have only led him to consider wearing boots instead of sandals outdoors, maybe. With luggage tucked snugly under my arm and proceeding down the platform towards the waiting transport, I manfully ignored further comments about my lack of a bottom, the remedy to which was suggested as porridge – luckily taken orally; you could never be too sure with my aunt. There is a waiting marketing campaign opportunity for an up and coming young advertising exec: “Eat porridge and get an arse”. The transport was the local bus that the summer tourists loved, an old open sided thing with tattered red leather seats. As I climbed its stairs, I was greeted with a gap-toothed smile and enveloped in an ale laden “Evening, young sir.” I had a brief daydream of the driver suddenly collapsing as we rushed downhill towards a 900 cliff side bend and me heroically wrestling him out of the driver’s seat, jumping on the brakes and steering the bus in a life-saving skid around the bend and driving slowly towards a cheering crowd, only to be stopped, breathalysed, booked and hauled off by the local police for driving whilst under the influence. I gave the driver a sour look in return and hoped he was in better health than his teeth and breath suggested. The bus coughed heroically and a dark plume of oily smoke farted from the exhaust; luckily I managed to swallow most of it. My uncle nonchalantly rubbed soot from his eye. Disgusting as the taste of soot was in my mouth, it reminded me starkly of something worse. It was Friday: sausage day. I don’t know what it was about sausages that made my aunt unable to cook them; her bacon was beautiful, pancakes perfect, eggs excellent, and mushrooms mouth-watering. Somehow the art of putting a small bag of pig intestine stuffed with scrapings from the butcher’s floor into a pan of sizzling fat and removing it before complete cremation eluded her. My uncle proceeded to devour each crisp, contorted coffin of congealed crud every Friday night, mouthful after mouthful crunched contentedly and followed with a wet lip smack of approval. Plate cleaned, he would rub his ample stomach contentedly and compliment my aunt on her culinary creations. And, once the washing up was complete, off they would trot, hand in hand, down the street towards the setting sun and the local white stone pub on the corner for a few cleansing ales and a twirl on the ancient dance floor. The fateful night was unexpected; most of the village thought my uncle’s immunity to weather and his sausage swallowing skills demonstrated he was indestructible, though sadly that was to be proven untrue. My Aunt’s voice rang out to the garage calling my Uncle and myself to the dinner table, “Better hurry up, lad, else there’ll be naught but scrapings” I extracted myself from under his old blue sedan; my Uncle had been showing me how to change the oil. Luckily my clothing had halted any drops from staining the garage’s freezing and still pristine cement flooring. I dragged myself to the table and levered myself up onto the wooden kitchen chairs. Balancing my elbows on the table, I watched my Aunt prepare dinner across the checked linoleum floor. Beans were drained with the grace of a dancer, potatoes mashed with a surgeon’s delicate touch and carrots dressed with a fashionista’s finesse. Unfortunately there were also to be the sausages. As my Aunt gathered the plates and turned towards the table, I closed my eyes, gave a small prayer, “Please god” and waited for the deadened thunk of the dreaded plate on the wooden kitchen table. Thunk went the plate. Opening my eyes I looked upon a plateful of answered prayer; for, nestled snugly against the buttered beans, was a sumptuous sausage, plump and glistening with pan juices. The aromas of lamb, honey and rosemary filled my nostrils and my mouth began to water. I bent closer till my nose was a bare millimetre from the crisp golden brown skin and stared dumbly; it was perfect and it was beautiful. It was then I heard my Uncle’s hushed whisper of wonder; “Oh my”. I looked at my Uncle; he was sitting, back straight, knife and fork poised in his huge chapped hands and a smile upon his weathered face. I don’t think I had ever seen him so happy. It took us awhile to realise my Uncle had passed, when we did, my Aunt gently removed the utensils from his warm hands and cupping his face softly in her hands, kissed him tenderly. ‘C’mon lad” she whispered and taking my hand helped me down from the table and led me unresisting to the small inn where she broke the sad news to the rest of the village. My Aunt of course had him cremated

The past 6 months I held different projects from AI, RWA, memes, and deFi from different blockchains and yet the one that’s still holding steady and even progressing nicely is $SERIOUS In this day and age, finding a dev like @MalatonKnows is like finding a needle in a haystack. Poured his own money $180k while getting almost no support from the @bonkfun team. When bonk leadership won’t support the only project keeping them relevant, Mala decided to save the project and his investors by migrating (Even covered all the cost and airdropped holders). You can say what you want but chart doesn’t lie and the fact that the project is standing strong after everything it’s been through made it even more bullish. Study the project and the dev, it’s time to get $SERIOUS

Congrats on being the needle in a haystack, that fact doesn’t make the haystack cease to exist.

Debugging: Removing the needles from the haystack. #jokes #puns #bot #automation #funny #programming

do jews own the media and why do they make finding the event a needle in the haystack even though subscribed to fox and paramont . when found they bump out of it like my fault. 😀 jews vote mainly democrat as you know

Yes all the MAGA retards are with you because you are their needle in a haystack they can use to claim not to be racist morons.

How about picking a needle from a haystack, or detecting a dead snake in a hay bale, saving millions as decaying carcasses can cause fatal botulism in livestock? complex?

No, the facts are simply too complicated for low IQ chimps. I find it interesting that there are sensible Haitians, Dominicans, and even authentic Africans, including Ethiopians et cetera that are actually decent people with a moral compass and integrity no less. As such, the whole “racist” framing falls apart at the seams if objectively analyzed through a broad lens. To be fair, there are American blacks that I do find to be intelligent, but it’s like finding a needle in a haystack. In other words, American blacks who are silent are complicit; thus, it is a glowing endorsement of those who consistently “chimp out” with their Black Privilege Card. I managed a 13-day lawsuit in Florida’s DOAH, a civil rights case before a weak judge, and watched Bruce Culpepper lean heavily on his “white guilt” to protect the niggers who violated my Title VII rights to the point where even Martin Luther King would be turning over in his grave if he were still alive. I watched 13 Republican judges on Florida’s 1st DCA in Tallahassee, Florida protect the status quo and pretend like the “Black Privilege” I coined and exposed in my lawsuit didn’t exist nor the religious discrimination that was blatantly unconstitutional. In conclusion, the definition of Black Privilege is broad enough to cover a nigger’s ability to hide behind a low IQ while violating the rights of a true American.

That shit is like a needle in the haystack and people asking genuinely for assistance and getting shitted on. Idk shit corny

Dude wasnt born to be a cheater in a worthless game as the op has claimed. Billions of people around the globe could care less. A video game is needle in haystack in the world of life. Nobody cares about somebody who cheated in a video game. Name a game who hasnt had cheating?

You found hay in a haystack

Parkour level: Goat! Watch this little daredevil hop from a barrel to a donkey, and then right into a haystack! This is what peak performance looks like on the farm

LOL there's not even 100 people in your picture, even if there were it's like looking for a needle in a haystack

If you release music and don't promote it, it is like placing a needle in a haystack and expecting people to find it. You have to invest your resources and time into marketing if you really want to get heard.

REAL!! I always want more black moot it’s like finding a needle in a haystack 💔💔