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The title of this piece could be misconstrued as "alt heris" or rightly construed (if that is an acceptable phrase) as: "all there is."
Microsoft IE6 Notepad only allows eight-character alphanumeric .htm file names, and this webpage author engrains it with the quasi-ancient Windows 98SE with which I am typing this.
Ah - the good old days - yet still here (to some extent) and I love to keep things simple, especially better than using an IBM Selectric or older typewriter....now blithely pecking away with impunity using fervently-favored antiquity.
Alas, the current e-mail formats of free e-mailing services require at least XP, plus faster processors, more RAM memory, and higher-speed internet, which I regretfully have had to adjust to.
The next debate is coming up December 15th 2015 as of this writing.
That's tomorrow.
As I have done before, I will NOT be watching it on TV nor on streaming internet video, and will not see the intriguing provocative expressions on Rubio's nor Carson's face if they are asked whether they would abolish and outlaw same-gender homosodomy-union licensings nationwide, or if they supported young-Earth creationism.
The why of that is that I do not have a cable TV subscription. My dad had Comcast coming into his home, which was rife and reeking with juvenile and adult porn, even at times the XXX variety. He, of course, was only desiring the football games thereon. Really.
I was more investigative. WAY too much. Fascinating to watch how completely naked men and totally nude women copulatively conjugate - but semen is meant to be discreetly, affectionately, and even passionately conveyed into the opposite-gender's naturally-accommodating pristine vagina and not wasted into her mouth, on her face, nor into her questionably-expansive anus (particularly one woefully injured with rubberized-probe protrusives).
As a result of that, and being I do NOT want to patronize nor even indirectly support any cable company that offers low-and-higher-powered porn to subscribers, I quit Comcast and am afraid that CenturyLink and the Dish Network and others would also have porn of all types available.
So I am stuck with local airwaved-broadcast digital channels of 4.1 and 4.2, and 9.1 and 9.3 and whatever.
Lamentable it is that the old TV tuners cannot tune whatever invasive boob-tube garbage is peddled without digital converter boxes attached.
May whoever conspired to get rid of normal broadcasting on analog channels 2 through 13 be damned.
Moreover, let's get back to the former time changes for Daylight Savings Time for the sake of computers pre-set for the original time changes.
OK, so why not go to some wi-fi hotspot at some coffee shop with my Linksys Wifi Adapter quasi-erotically inserted into my laptop stymied with the archaic Windows 98SE and mere 300 Mz processor with 128 Megs of RAM...and view the next GOP Prez Debate there?
For one thing, even with the higher speed internet at the wi-fi hotspot, streaming video of YouTube type won't work on my laptop with the specs I previously mentioned.
I am not disappointed, however, because then I would expose myself to terroristically being directed and defiled, at the deviant whims of dastardly broadcasters and whoever craving diatribe debate, to have to peruse the feminist face of Fiorina and possibly at least one female interrogator on the debate press panel.....
....allowing them all to irritate me having to listen to their pseudo-sensuous feminist voices.
You know - the same irritating pretend-they-are-as-good-as-men female news-announcer audio harassment on FOX radio each hour on the hour, and/or having to endure the quite-audible quasi-erotic belligerent-or-orgasmic-sounding female voices of background-noise singing in certain grocery stores and restaurants, the managers of such should instead be playing instrumental-only Muzak or classical/easy-listening pop music.
I compensate for that, at times, by donning headphones connected to my portable radio having been tuned to loud-enough off-stations hissing in my hearing - a similar technique of jamming used during World War II.
Along those lines, I will perhaps be SORT of listening on the radio during the GOP debate on Tuesday evening starting, I guess, at approximately 5:00 pm Central Standard Time.
"Sort of" listening?
Yes. The same non-wanted female voices of Fiorina, female panel interrogators, and of course, terroristically-imposed all-of-a-sudden-it's-there female voices during the jihad of copious, frequent, annoying, bothersome, interruptive, obnoxious, and quintessentially ubiquitous radio commercials trying to get me to remember whatever, then buy that whatever I certainly never intended to get, nor need, nor want, nor can afford.
I suppose that Hugh Hewitt et al will be over-questioning Trump, because "it's the thing to do." The more words, the more Trump might semantically trip up, much to the enjoyment of adversaries in the media and elsewhere, livid to relish ranting for ethanol and against Antonin Scalia.
It would be best if no question whatsoever was directed to Carly Fiorina, but fat chance for that...in view of expected and feared chastisement from hordes of nasty and hateful feminists.
My objection against hearing female voices is not merely a random or peculiar-to-me preference, but has Biblical basis to it, as clearly found and inferred in women-rule-over-them-wail Isaiah 3:12, disastrous-women-combat-troops Nahum 3:13, female-pulpit-preachers-abhorred First Corinthians 14:33-38, and no-women-in-charge-over-men/women-should-shut-up First Timothy 2:11-14....concordant with exclusively hearing and enjoying ONLY the much-appreciated female voice of MY OWN [dear] SPOUSE:
Song of Solomon 2:14 Oh MY dove, in the [secluded-security] clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see YOUR face, let me hear YOUR voice, for YOUR voice is sweet, and YOUR face is attractive.
....NOT that of Carly Fiorina. Nor female-news-panel interrogators. Nor females during commercials. Nor at on-the-hour inferior-gender news announcers.
I am not joking about all this; I am dead serious. If you do not believe me, watch me sometime - if you can, and are ever able to. Ask my wife. Ask my friends. They MIGHT courageously admit it.
I really DO self-censor such consternation-exacerbating conflagrations - as consistently and completely as I can.
Am I the only guy on the planet who thinks this way, and acts accordingly?
Certainly, there are other anti-Yentl orthodox out there - be they ultra-othodox Jews, radical-islamic fundamentalists, authentic old-order Catholics and even genuine Protestant Christians.....keeping women quiet and in the non-obtrusive background....providing all with the non-confused peace of mind insuring significant avoidance, or at least refreshing postponement, of duress-incited self-abuse.
I suppose that some questions will be directed to courageous but Canadian-born Ted Cruz.
Yes: CANADIAN-born. His dad was Cuban-born, not him. Ted was born in Calgary Alberta, and his mom perhaps was American-born in Delaware, perhaps had dual citizenship, and perhaps renounced her American citizenship, but Ted certainly has renounced his Canadian citizenship.
It's the birther thing, again...and maybe why some so-called "christians" support Ted is that they figure if Obama can be where he is with his substantially-proven Mombasa Kenyan birth record, Ted can also do it with his Calgary Alberta birth record.
Besides, such christians and sundry conservatives might feel that the whole Canadian Ted birther thing might trickle back to the Kenyan Obama birther thing, and then here we all go again with the controversy, argumentation, and whatever more of reaction from deceptive and devious Obamanites attempting massive obfuscation.
Conveniently, Hawaiian-documents-manipulator Loretta Fuddy of the Hawaiian Health Department was mysteriously the only one to die in a fairly-recent plane crash, and Elena Kagan of the High Court has hamstrung legal objection to popular promotion of the propagated Obama birthship claims to two Hawaiian hospitals Barack Obama was allegedly born in.
Thank God for what is publicly available to see at http://layleftlayrite.tripod.com and http://confrontation.faithweb.com and exemplary other ones situated in cyberspace on the Web. God bless and protect Lucas Daniel Smith.
Be that as it is, and not may, rumor has it that another manifestation of Obama's demonic crusade to "fundamentally change America" is his feminist Treasury Secretary's intention to choose and print a female face on ten dollar bills per predilection of femobamanites and hillarians to eviscerate predominance of patriarchy.
But selecting which inferior-gender specimen to pedestalize might be a neat trick, because no female has ever been President of the United States and thus none are worthy to have their feminist face pictured on any American denomination paper bill currency.
Where are the Susan B Anthony and Sacajawea dollar coins? Thankfully, quite scarce.
This is not Canada, England, Scandinavia, Israel, India, nor the Philippines or wherever feminists have succeeded in posting female pics on their paper bills, and thus imposed their perverse proclivities on the hapless with their divisive chauvinistic heads up their rebelliously-retrograde revulsively-recalcitrant rectums.
If a female face is finally imposed on future ten-dollar bills, I have a plan.
First, in order to not receive back any $10 paper bill with a female face on it when in a store, I will make sure that the item I purchase is under $10 so I can pay with $5 and $1 bills. If I give the cashier a $20 bill, I will make sure that the item or whatever I am buying costs at least $11; if I give the cashier a $50 bill, I will make sure that the item or whatever I am buying costs at least $41...to not get any female-faced $10 bill(s) back for change.
Cashing checks within a bank, I will request the paper money denominations be in $100 and $50 and $20 and $5 and $1 bills ONLY - with NO $10 dollar bills.
If someone gives me a $10 bill with a female face on it as a gift, two things will happen.
(1) I will take it to a bank and request the teller to change it into two $5 bills, and
(2) I will silently disdain the person who gave me the female-faced $10 bill gift with quiet-but-diplomatic reprehension thereafter, concordantly disassociating away from him or her to whatever extent possible, relegating them to deserved alienation as a satanic chauvinistic heretic trying to push the feminist-sexist irrationality and immentality off on me and all other misfortunates.