inefficacious

governmentname asked:

what are your thoughts on Gary McKinnon? that sort of secret space program his findings hinted at, etc.?

In general I’m very skeptical of conspiracy theories and for something like the ‘secret space program’ he suggests to exist, there would have to be a whole lot of people out there who are very good at keeping secrets.

The government ain’t good at keeping secrets.

I work for the government right now and am routinely shocked at the level of inefficacy and mindlessness of the people running the show.

Besides which, it would be very difficult to keep spaceships a secret - there are lots of amateur astronomers who track and discover things in the sky - things like comets for example.

One thing amateur astronomers enjoy tracking is a ‘secretive military spaceship’, the X-37b:

Thing is, in space you don’t really have much to hide behind and even if you did - astronomers have a variety of tools and techniques that render otherwise invisible objects perfectly clear.

The government can deny things all they want but the reality is all you have to do to find out is look up. Well we’re looking and there’s no crazy space fleet hanging out up there

◤ ❧; coronianthief.

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               he’d  found  her  like  this:  sat  in the shadows, knees brought up 
               to  her  chest.  her  face wasn’t visible now; vibrant curls fell in a 
               heap  around  her, concealing strained eyes and a reddenned 
               button   nose,  clouded  with  freckles.  whatever  had  happened, 
               whoever had caused her unhappiness, had another thing coming
               to them. 

               with a crumpled brow, he seated himself beside her  without  a 
               word.  legs  crossed,  back  pressed  against cool stone. Merida 
               wasn’t ever upset. hours earlier, she’d been happy and laughing, 
               attempting  to  assist him in archery, of which he’d failed terribly
               & now, she was here. 

                   ( so much must have happened while he had disappeared. )

               he emits a slow, steady breath, arm inching it’s way around her 
               shoulders, gently. at least he could offer S O M E comfort.

                                  ’  you look like you need a hug.  ’

                            it’s awful how  the mood of an otherwise blissful
                            day could turn so sour so quickly.

               The  approach  of  steps  don’t  stir her. She  wasn’t  to  tell  the
               advancing  form to  bugger of, to  go and  leave the well enough
               alone  but  instead  she stays still, staring at  the  licks of grass
               that  sprout  up  around  her feet. Once  he’s  close enough, she
               recognizes him, and then she’s torn between wanting isolation
               and craving his company.

               When he sits,  when  his  arm coils  around  her  shoulder  she
               relents. Her defenses begin to wither fray, and she leans her
               temple  against  his  side. She wants to tell him she’s  fine,  but
               she  isn’t, and  she’s  certain  that  even  if  she t ried to  lie the 
               redness to her watered eyes and shallow breaths would betray
               her.

                Then he speaks to her and she knows it’s true. Something 
                hitches in her throat, maybe regret or anger, maybe it’s hatred 
                and maybe it’s for herself, but she turns her face into him and 
                buries it there.

                                                     Though y’ werenae gonn’ be ‘round again 
                                ‘til t’morrow 

orgaana

     ❝ You… mistake my being here as an act
         of petulant initiation. You have made a
         premature, and erroneous assumption.
         In fact, I am verily incapable of indulging
         in the potent mixture of sentiment that
         would serve as the impetus for such
         petty insolence. ❞

A beat of rumination as he swiftly scours his
vocabulary banks for the words most fitting in
order to formulate his succeeding statement.
He proceeds further into the confines of her
quarters, skull bowing to the puissance of his
cogitation, upper limbs convening at the base
of his rachis. He does not wish to convey pity—-
this would be inefficacious, as he does not
intend to patronize the mourning monarch.
Sending her into a downward spiral of emotion
would only prove to be counteractive to delicate
equilibrium of his current mood.

     ❝ I… have been made aware of the current
        status of your planet, Alderaan. For this, I
        wish to offer my condolences. My father,
        an illustrious Vulcan ambassador,
        established peaceful relations with your
        people many Earth moons ago. We had not
        wished to see your planet perish the way that
        they have. ❞

Why The ECB's QE Won't Work (In 4 Brief Minutes)

By : Zero Hedge Published on : 1/20/2015 1:10:51 AM


Given all the hints, promises, guarantees, and bets that have been made, the ECB better deliver quantitative easing on Thursday or the Swissnado from last week will be like a fart in a hurricane. But while most people believe that this time is different and Draghi will actually deliver more than simple rhetoric, investors are sceptical about its ability to actually reflate the eurozone’s economy (and rightly so).

"We’re not learning from the past," warns RBS’ Alberto Gallo in the following brief 4 minute explanation of QE’s inefficacy…

"when ‘wealth’ increases [via QE reflation of markets], only the richest few people benefit," which means the weakest nations like Greece or Italy (who need QE the most) will not feel the benefits.

Source: The FT








Why The ECB's QE Won't Work (In 4 Brief Minutes)

Given all the hints, promises, guarantees, and bets that have been made, the ECB better deliver quantitative easing on Thursday or the Swissnado from last week will be like a fart in a hurricane. But while most people believe that this time is different and Draghi will actually deliver more than simple rhetoric, investors are sceptical about its ability to actually reflate the eurozone’s economy (and rightly so).

"We’re not learning from the past," warns RBS’ Alberto Gallo in the following brief 4 minute explanation of QE’s inefficacy…

"when ‘wealth’ increases [via QE reflation of markets], only the richest few people benefit," which means the weakest nations like Greece or Italy (who need QE the most) will not feel the benefits.

Source: The FT










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anonymous asked:

Are you soft to touch? Are you warm on cold days?

    Supple extremities whirl about his THUMB with lips cleaved
    through breath; overcome is he and inefficacious are the lurches
    he sighs, forsaken of any extant response. He’s contrived in what
    he is to say, narrating him aphasic until so.

          “Is a cat’s hide as SLEEK as it’s sheen evinces it to be? Does
          all that is gilded coruscate by it’s valuation or by the notoriety
          it’s DENOMINATED by? Can one veraciously speak of their
          qualities, whether presented FORTHRIGHT or non, when
          LEGITIMACY of one’s endowments cannot be answered
          solely and justly all the same.”

    Pace of his swirls vivifies as hub is abstracted from comprehension,
    finding IMMERSION in other mediation. Spells of time enervated by
    the side of another, the ARDOR incandescence c o n v e n i e n t l y
    discerned ( and yet not at all in LIKEWISE demeanor ). There is an
    eternal PYRE searing within he, fueling that phoenix of an essence,
    and still

                               ———- he is cold.

    Solitary he stands in a SUBAQUEOUS pit of hallow silhouettes, flirting
    with a gelid twilight to which he’s found himself strung to; a marionette
    to I N S A N I T Yto which he cannot severe TIES from. Irrecoverable
    to the swells of stiffened grief THRASHING against decrepit anatomy,
    and he is c o l d, nonetheless shall be said, nothing more so.

    Only does the SUN stroke his cheek the MOON is their arbitrator
    and in MIDNIGHT escapades can beryl hues gash through what
    shreds of armor are CEMENTED across his ribs, supposedly, and
    contuse his HEART ( or the casket where it’s been laid to rest ).

                 ——- && he is undeserving.

           ”I resemble the PHYSIOGNOMY and complexity of a man,
           so tell me, —— are you?

                                   ( Are you as frozen as I am? )