Just One More Thought…

I know, I know, it’s been a few years since my last post but I think it’s time for a new one. I’ve been on the fence about writing something new for quite a while. I’ve had one written out about half way through when I realized that nobody cared about that topic, it was, at best, trivial. This one however has the nation on edge and it’s time I said something. I contemplated doing this as a Vlog but I usually go unscripted and would get so far off track, it’d take too long to get to the point, and you’d stop listening half way through. Basically it would have been the equivalent to clickbait.

How many more mass shootings do we need to have before we actually confront the real and hard to swallow problem? For 30 years it’s been about the “guns”. Because, guns drove them all to it. They walked right into the hands of these people and said “Fire”. Let’s be clear at this moment in time I am not a gun owner. Not that I don’t want to own one, I simply have to prioritize bills and food before I think about firearms.

I will not debate what the purpose of a gun is. It’s to put holes in things. So after Florida, the debate is starting to shift as nobody seems to agree as to the root cause. (I have a theory on this and I’ll get back to you on that in a little bit) Now it’s about keeping the schools safe because gun free zones don’t seem to be working.

So now the talk is about arming teachers and staff. They have not signed up for this. That is not what they wanted to do when they set out to become instructors. If they choose to be armed so be it, but it takes a certain type of person to be able to point a firearm at a living person and squeeze the trigger. They aren’t going to be mentally prepared for that.

So then, do we put armed Veterans or retired police officers in schools? That would solve the issue of mental preparedness. However there would have to be an extensive background and psych-eval to make sure PTSD doesn’t rear it’s ugly head. The last thing we need is some punk kid pushing the wrong buttons and all of a sudden the person charged with keeping the school safe goes on his own spree.

Honestly, I don’t think there are any great solutions. I’m not going to say yay or nay either way. It’s not my place or position in life to really figure it out. There is one thing that has been gnawing at me in the back of my head. That seems to really correlate to this issue. Every one of these shootings is almost always related to some kind of vendetta. We could say that there were some bullies that pushed them, or life got too much for them. I think we can go farther back for this.

So what is it I’m trying to get to? We did this. Society as a whole. Not with TV or Video games. Hell, I was raised on those things and I was bullied. No, I knew how to lose and move on. I took rejection, harshly, but I took it. I also had good friends to get through it with. If there was one kid that I could point to that could have possibly gone on a shooting spree way back in ’95-’96 time frame, it’s that one kid who got it way worse than I did. I’m not going to name his name but I promise I’ll never forget it, because I stood up for him.

This kid was the classic “nerd” glasses, skinny, and a little uncoordinated. One day a heavy snow storm hit and knocked out the power to the school. We were all in the choir room where there are no windows so it went pitch dark. Immediately this kid, we’ll call him George for the purposes of the story, bolted to the door like he knew what was about to happen. I was unaware. Somewhere in the dark I get punched in the chest. Didn’t bother me one bit it wasn’t strong enough to actually hurt. It was decided that we should wait in the hallway where it’s well lit by the windows while the school decides if it’s going to close or if they can get the power back on. The choir teacher went somewhere, I honestly can’t remember where, and I saw this group of known thuggish types surrounding George. One of them was picking on him mercilessly, so I stepped in and told him to back off. He got in my face and asked “Do you think you can take me?” My reply “I don’t care.” He backed off and took his crew with him.

Several years later I saw George, he had gained some muscle and seemed to get along with his co-workers just fine. I did find out later that he’s now Goergette but that’s another thing all together.

Today’s kids, I’m talking early childhood now, aren’t being taught how to lose or how to win. We have coddled them to the point that when life hits them in the face at a later age they don’t know how to react! We tell them that they are all winners and you get awarded just for being there! In the littlest leagues they don’t keep score, so nobody knows what it feels like to lose gets their feelings hurt.

We aren’t teaching them that in life there are winners and losers and those losers need to know how to pick themselves up and move on or try again.  Yes, as a parent it sucks when your kid is upset but it’s better they deal with those emotions early on rather than when they can lash out harder and stronger.  They need to know that it’s okay to lose, that there is a balance in life and there has to be winners and losers.  This doesn’t just apply to the mass shootings.  Remember college campuses after the election.  The term snowflake was coined because they didn’t know how to lose without falling apart and needed safe spaces.  How about all those riots?

Because they needed the safe spaces means that they also don’t know how to win.  “But, Ken, competition breeds anger.” Maybe, but it also sets a stage where they can do their best and still lose, but then they will work that much harder for next time.  I’m reminded of two great quotes, Granted they are from fictional characters but they are 100% dead-on.

 

 

I don’t know how to solve the world’s problems.  I’m not even going to pretend that I can.  Truth is, I cannot change anything here.  Sure, security might be upgraded, who knows? Maybe schools will have metal detectors and TSA agents.  All I know is that emotions are running awfully higher than they had in the past and increased even more with social media.

On another note, this will be my final post with WordPress.  When I first started out, they were great, I had a lot of really good options.  When I came back to post this, my options dwindled dramatically unless I upgrade to a business plan.  It’s okay, I get it, like most businesses they need to make money.  Personally I’d rather be out living life than trying to think of my next post.   Also seeing as how much I post that would be extremely cost inefficient.  I thank you all for the time to read every post.  Especially the posts written by the very talented Char.  I’ll leave the site up, some things have deteriorated but the text is still there.  Again, thank you for allowing us inside your heads and hearts and I hope to see you around the cyberverse.

Peace OUT!

Ken Loomis

 

 

 

The Halloween Spirit May be on Life Support But Isn’t Dead Yet


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Yes, you read that right.  The spirit of Halloween is on life support.  Most adults today just don’t want to be bothered to put a bunch decorations up in their yard during the cold season.  I don’t know about where you live but here in Minnesota it gets a little chilly around Halloween.  Remember when we were kids and streets on Halloween night were full of all sorts of ghosts and aliens even a few monsters here and there? Around here if you go trick or treating around your neighborhood you’ll see that one Avenger far off in the distance almost to the horizon.

 

Where’d they go you might ask? the mall most likely, it’s safe, inside in the warm air and you could do some shopping while you’re there.  While I understand the feeling safe part, isn’t that loosing just a bit of that Halloween spirit?  Isn’t Halloween supposed to be at least a little scary? Just a tiny bit? Isn’t that part of the fun?

 

Yes, I’m aware of the origins of Halloween and how it’s evolved into what it is today and the original intent was to signify a harvest and was originally and is still  called Samhain.  Halloween is now a separate entity all together.   Now it’s about people’s love of being frightened, dressing up as something or someone you’re not, and having fun with it, or free candy.  There is no pagan ritual, there’s no devil worship, there is some debauchery involved but that’s all in the fun.

 

christmas tree at shopping mall

christmas tree at shopping mall (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Retail stores are pushing the bigger holidays earlier and earlier every year.  This kind of over shadowing is pushing out Halloween and Thanksgiving while also over hyping the Christmas season to the point where when Christmas comes around, you’re already sick of the whole holiday.

 

So yes, the spirit IS on life support, but it’s not dead, no, it’s undead.  It’s coming back.  I know, I’ve felt it. I’ve used it. Yup, this weekend while costume shopping for the family I got that spark.  I don’t know what else to call it except that one moment of inspiration. We were at Party City, my wife was trying to help our youngest with their costume and I wandered off in typical Loomis fashion and saw a women’s Gothic accessory.  I started putting together a costume for my wife that would be dark. I had an image in my head and I was in a zone.

 

Like a madman I couldn’t form complete sentences. I was grabbing accessories that I would hope worked. Once we left there we went to this Halloween store that is open all year round.  Oh yeah, baby. That’s right! Daddy’s got a new hobby

Matt Smith as the Eleventh Doctor

Matt Smith as the Eleventh Doctor (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

store now. Annnd we’re all a little creeped out now.  Anyway, I was like the Doctor on Doctor Who, more specifically Matt Smith‘s Doctor.  I even had to attempt to form a broken sentence to one of the store’s many helpers.  She just smiled and pointed me in the right direction.  I probably wasn’t the first one to say, “Women. tops. black” after being ask if she could help me find anything.

 

After running around back and forth in the store usually saying to myself something like “Head piece. dark, not cutesy.” or “something dark. Dark. Need dark.” Over and over again, I finally had most of it together and I was bringing myself back out of the zone with a clearer picture of what she will look like.  Now that little spark made me just a little excited for Halloween again.  There were a lot of people in the store,  some were there for the fun, others were there cause they must have a costume for some party. I do know one thing, I’m starting early for next year. because now I have more time and just a little more money to make next Halloween even more frightfully scary.

 

People love to be scared, in that spirit somewhere deep in the shadows is the Halloween spirit’s heart faintly beating but slowly thumping away, getting stronger. In all of us is a dark side, we control it, we need it, it;s part of who we are and this one day it’s okay to let it creep out even just a little.  Feel that Halloween spirit and let it flow. You might be surprised with what you can do with it.


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The Last of a Dying Breed; a Military Brat’s Realization on Societal Evolution

Young military brat gives thumbs up while wear...

Young military brat gives thumbs up while wearing pilots helmet at base special event (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

People haven’t come out to say it but I know that they are wondering why I don’t stay in contact as often as I should.  The answer is really quite simple.   I was a Navy Brat.  Growing up as a Navy brat (Not that the military branch matters they all operate the same when it comes to families) you learn not to become too close to people because you WILL leave eventually.  It was inevitable.  The military parent will be re-stationed every so often, unless your specialty is localized to one area, you’re going to move.

 

From the time I was born until I was in the second grade my father was stationed in Everett Washington, sometimes he’d be at sea but we were in the Navy housing in Everett.  Making friends at such a young age was easy, yet still not understanding that we would eventually leave I noticed friends move away and new ones move in.  The neighborhood moms took turns doing daycare to give each other breaks (although my mom would never admit it). When we got older  we were within walking distance of my elementary school, so we would walk in groups and then hung out in the neighborhood daycare.

 

Then my father got his orders to report to Newport, Rhode Island.  I was okay though, we’ve had long road trips before, both sets of my  grandparents lived in Montana which we went to see every so often.  My brother, who teased me quite a bit back then, made the decision to stay behind, he was old enough and was ready to be on his own.  So as far as siblings go it was then me and my Epileptic, mentally retarded sister (Not a dig towards her she really was retarded). So, I had to learn on my own how to have friends but distance myself enough to got get too attached.

 

Some of the historic buildings in Newport, nea...

Some of the historic buildings in Newport, near the coast (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Now this was in the early eighties, way before MySpace and Facebook, internet, and before the PC was commonplace.  There was no email, or texting.  Cell phones were for the uber-rich and even then it was sketchy.  We only had land line phones and the USPS.  Sure the parents kept in touch with some of the other parents but for kids it was a little more challenging.

 

When we got to Rhode Island it was still easy to make friends in the neighborhood, mainly because I was still young enough to do so, but I had to be quick thinking when it came to the teachers in my school, nobody had told me that it wasn’t as casual as my last school, I was asked to do something and I said “sure”  my teacher kept saying “I’m sorry, what was that?”  I looked around at the kids looking at me and figured out that I had to say “Yes, Mrs. Foley”.

 

A Couple years later we were on the move again to Minnesota.  For whatever reason, I had felt good about leaving the school and friends again.  Not that I didn’t like them, it was just that I was ready to go.  It was a little more difficult to really acclimate into my new school.  Being the new kid in the last half of fifth grade was really awkward.  Most of the kids have been there the entire school career and have established those friendship bonds that I didn’t quite get.

Minnesota State Capitol, St. Paul, MN

Minnesota State Capitol, St. Paul, MN (Photo credit: Photo Phiend)

In fact it wasn’t until middle school that I finally did.  In middle school I was highly into acting in the plays and really enjoying them.  At the time I didn’t realize it but I made some life long friends there.  Then my dad’s orders were coming up.  I told my parents that I really liked it there and didn’t want to move again.  My father’s retirement ceremony was in the afternoon so the first half of that day we performed for the students and the last half I got out to be there.  I hadn’t left Minnesota yet.  The next few years I graduated, met my wife (Army Brat), joined the Air Force only to returned home because I have asthma, and had my kids.  That’s right, a Navy brat married an Army brat and tried to tun my kids into Air Force Brats.  My brother owns his own custom painting company; Loomis Executive Jet Refinishing Yes I gave it a shameless free plug. Which by the way really should get an internet presence. A few years ago my sister passed away, I posted the epilepsy foundation donation in the causes we support part of the menu.

 

Now we have the internet, email, MySpace came along and started a whole new way of connecting to people, Facebook improved it, and cell phones are now nation wide.  The Military Brats today doesn’t have to worry about losing the limited time friends like we did.  One click of a button and they are always connected.  It’s a brave new world with no limits.  They don’t have to learn to keep a distance while still remaining close.

 

I do remember several of my friends from back in the day, they will forever be with me and if by some chance I do see or hear from them again, well, I’d be okay with it. OH Yeah, if you ever get the chance to go to Rhode Island look up the Brick Alley Pub.  I ate there once as a kid, they had these large burgers and  huge sundaes. I was full for the rest of the night. Oh yeah, the Newport Creamery had some amazing ice creams.  I must go back one day.

Deception Hurts Discussion

So I get to work this morning and check Facebook to see this video;

The first words out of my mouth were “NO WAY!! Even he is not that stupid!!”  Now this might seem like a shock, it certainly shocked me, I knew this video was a fraud plant to fit an agenda.  So I went on to find out the context of this speech and found it.  You don’t have to watch the whole thing, unless your into that sort of thing, then  more power to ya. The first five to ten minutes ought to do ya.

 

 

This kind of thing needs to stop if we are going to have an open and HONEST discussion on ALL sides of the isle. This was obvious, I mean, I’m not an Obama supporter by any means, never have been, if I can tell this kind of thing out do you honestly think the rest of the world won’t?

Recent Changes

Hello, I’m Ken and I’m the administrator for This Insane World.  Recently I’ve come to realize that blogging may not totally be for me, but I love the administration part of it.  So, I read a post on Facebook that just needed to be here.  I had an idea to open my page up for authors to come post whatever they want whenever they want (within the confines of PG ratings). So, I invited the author of the post, Char,  to be an author here.  You may have read her work. She’s fantastic at this.  I’m glad she came aboard.

So I’ve stepped back a little (because I couldn’t step back any farther) with the posting and have kept up the administrating. For now, I will post off and on. With the idea that this page could go so much further, I’ve created the menu (Where you can sign up to be an author.  Don’t worry everyone is accepted I really just need an email address to invite you) , chosen a theme that isn’t hard on the eyes or too dark, changed the front page to a static “About” page, and I’ve hunted down donation pages for causes that we support and added them to the menu for easy access.  Okay they weren’t too hard to find, but still, they mean something to us.

I hope to make even more changes in the future.  If you have any suggestions feel free to contact me in the “Contact us” link on the top of the page.  Thank you for reading and I have at least one more post I’m working on, I hope you’ll like it.

Boat Bailing Redundancy

I have stayed quiet and out of anything “Hot Button Issue” for a while.  In fact I’ve been trying to come up with some smartass post that you get a nice chuckle over, however I just read an article from my home state’s public health commissioner about wages and their correlation to public health.  Basically it was a huge ad in favor of raising minimum wages.  BAD IDEA! I’ll tell you why.

Any typical business or retailer will tell you exactly where profits go.  I’m going to use an example of your typical mom and pop hardware store, let’s call it George and Gracie’s Hardware.  The process in a sale of a product is actually quite interesting, first George would have to place orders with different manufacturers for tools.  Let’s say he orders a box of 20 hammers.  He pays $50 for them, meaning he paid $2.50 per hammer. The SRP (Suggested retail price) for each hammer is $3.00.  He needs to recoup his money for the hammers and be able to buy more hammers, so he set’s the price for each hammer at $7.00.  I know.  This sounds like a math problem but just stay with me here.

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Wikimedia file

You’re probably asking “Why $7.00?”  Because he’s not only going to buy more hammers.  He also has to pay his employees, federal taxes, state taxes, in some cases county and city taxes, employee taxes, electric bill, water bill, health insurance for his employees, advertising, a web page for on-line sales, loan payback and land lease if not rent.  Out of all of that, he can only do so much about each of them to keep costs low.  Now, George and Gracie are doing their best to stay in business, barely scraping by.

Gimme all your money!

Then here comes the State and Federal government raising taxes.  So prices go up, because they can’t afford to lose any employees.  Business starts to slow down because customers can get their tools, in some cases, cheaper at another store.  So now he has cut health insurance just to stay afloat.  Now there’s talk about raising the minimum wage.  The manufacturer of those hammers will also need to raise their prices to pay their employees. He’s got nothing left to do but let people go or raise prices again.  The bigger chain stores because there’s more employees and in multiple states will have an even tougher time with variable local taxes and employment laws.  So prices will rise in those stores as well.    It’s like bailing one end of a sinking boat into the other end.  When will it stop?  When will the government realize that they are not in the business of business?

Do not get me wrong.  I’m not advocating the elimination of minimum wage.  People, for what ever reason, are not understanding that MINIMUM wage is not meant to live off of.  It’s in place to make sure that you get paid something for your work.  typically these positions are filled by teenagers because it’s part-time, they earn their own money, and take that first step towards independence.  The retired senior citizens also take these jobs because they would like to do something other than sit around just collecting a pension or retirement and social security.

However, the workforce has gotten smaller since the last administration and has gotten progressively worse in the current administration.  Leaving engineers and mechanics, programmers, you name it, to find jobs to try to make ends meet.  Pushing the teens out of these jobs.  The only way to reverse any of this is to lower the cost of doing business by getting out of business’ way to grow.  Business growth means more jobs, more jobs mean more tax revenue.

Even Darker Still

RSEAssuming that the story in the previous post was true, and the gas was what was keeping their brain going but slowly breaking down to most basic of functions, what would have happened if the experiment were allowed to continue?

Well, let’s look at a few things that stand out to me in the story. It was mentioned that on the fifteenth night there was plenty of food left for them to have eaten but instead, to ensure they stayed awake, they started eating their own flesh. Pain was no longer a factor, but their survival instincts was high. Their blood was more oxygenated, whether by the gas or the fact that their insides were more exposed I don’t know but, if I had to venture a guess, I’d say it was the gas. Only because the brain needs oxygen to function so it would stand to reason that the gas would have that effect.

In the story as well, was the fact that most of the muscle tissue in at least one of them was barely holding on. So how were they able to fend off the soldiers that came in to pull them out of that room with such strength and veracity? It’s amazing what your brain can do when it wants to survive. The answer is I don’t know. Why isn’t the gas mentioned? Perhaps because it’s still secretly being used and tweaked a little by the Russians today?

What if the surviving “patients” were not killed off like the story suggests and the experiment continued. With the deteriorating brain conditions, the taste of flesh apparently better than the food given, and the gas physically changing their bodies I think what you would get is a Zombieland Zombie. Yup, not the type that return from the dead but the ones that are alive but really aggressive and low functioning. What if it was never about sleep deprivation?  What if it was about the gas?

Imagine the applications that this knowledge would bring.  If you could figure out a way to make this gas into a virus, unleash it on an unsuspecting control group, say in enemy territory.  That’s right let them kill themselves within.  Then what do you do about the surviving Zombies? Simply take them out and you win.

If you were to develop a chemical weapon, one that would accelerate the process of zombification, how would you test it without actually making it known? Well, let’s fast forward seventy years. Remember the story of the Causeway Cannibal? According to the Medical Examiner, he wasn’t on “Bath Salts“. Nope, he had a joint sometime before he got a serious case of the munchies. The thing about illegal drugs is that we don’t know where it’s grown or what is used to fertilize it or where the fertilizer came from. Same with Bath Salts, we have no clue how or with what this stuff is cut with, or where the cutting agent came from.

It’s kinda funny how there was a couple of incidents of the flesh-eating kind, for a couple of months and then we haven’t heard anymore since. Guess what was just legalized in a couple of states. That may actually be the saving grace because in those states you can grow your own.

Don’t worry, this was all hypothetical. Just pure speculation. I’m still pretty positive that it’s impossible for someone with their innards to be laying perfectly on the floor without a displacement of something to still be functioning as well as they were. I’m very positive that the story is bogus. Again, it just makes for good spooky story, that’s all.

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The Darkness That Lies Within

I read a story today that got me thinking. So I’ll post the story then give you my thoughts. Just to let you know, it’s a long one, and a slightly graphic one. It’s about an experiment that Russians may or may not have actually done during World War II. If you’ve read it you can skip it and go to the bottom of the post or if you want to read it again be my guest, either way, it’s up to you.

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The Story

Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. They were kept in a sealed environment to carefully monitor their oxygen intake so the gas didn’t kill them, since it was toxic in high concentrations. This was before closed circuit cameras so they had only microphones and 5 inch thick glass porthole sized windows into the chamber to monitor them. The chamber was stocked with books, cots to sleep on but no bedding, running water and toilet, and enough dried food to last all five for over a month.

The test subjects were political prisoners deemed enemies of the state during World War II.

Everything was fine for the first five days; the subjects hardly complained having been promised (falsely) that they would be freed if they submitted to the test and did not sleep for 30 days. Their conversations and activities were monitored and it was noted that they continued to talk about increasingly traumatic incidents in their past, and the general tone of their conversations took on a darker aspect after the 4 day mark.

After five days they started to complain about the circumstances and events that lead them to where they were and started to demonstrate severe paranoia. They stopped talking to each other and began alternately whispering to the microphones and one way mirrored portholes. Oddly they all seemed to think they could win the trust of the experimenters by turning over their comrades, the other subjects in captivity with them. At first the researchers suspected this was an effect of the gas itself…

After nine days the first of them started screaming. He ran the length of the chamber repeatedly yelling at the top of his lungs for 3 hours straight, he continued attempting to scream but was only able to produce occasional squeaks. The researchers postulated that he had physically torn his vocal cords. The most surprising thing about this behavior is how the other captives reacted to it… or rather didn’t react to it. They continued whispering to the microphones until the second of the captives started to scream. The 2 non-screaming captives took the books apart, smeared page after page with their own feces and pasted them calmly over the glass portholes. The screaming promptly stopped.

So did the whispering to the microphones.

After 3 more days passed. The researchers checked the microphones hourly to make sure they were working, since they thought it impossible that no sound could be coming with 5 people inside. The oxygen consumption in the chamber indicated that all 5 must still be alive. In fact it was the amount of oxygen 5 people would consume at a very heavy level of strenuous exercise. On the morning of the 14th day the researchers did something they said they would not do to get a reaction from the captives, they used the intercom inside the chamber, hoping to provoke any response from the captives they were afraid were either dead or vegetables.

They announced: “We are opening the chamber to test the microphones step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom.”

To their surprise they heard a single phrase in a calm voice response: “We no longer want to be freed.”

Debate broke out among the researchers and the military forces funding the research. Unable to provoke any more response using the intercom it was finally decided to open the chamber at midnight on the fifteenth day.

The chamber was flushed of the stimulant gas and filled with fresh air and immediately voices from the microphones began to object. 3 different voices began begging, as if pleading for the life of loved ones to turn the gas back on. The chamber was opened and soldiers sent in to retrieve the test subjects. They began to scream louder than ever, and so did the soldiers when they saw what was inside. Four of the five subjects were still alive, although no one could rightly call the state that any of them in ‘life.’

The food rations past day 5 had not been so much as touched. There were chunks of meat from the dead test subject’s thighs and chest stuffed into the drain in the center of the chamber, blocking the drain and allowing 4 inches of water to accumulate on the floor. Precisely how much of the water on the floor was actually blood was never determined. All four ‘surviving’ test subjects also had large portions of muscle and skin torn away from their bodies. The destruction of flesh and exposed bone on their finger tips indicated that the wounds were inflicted by hand, not with teeth as the researchers initially thought. Closer examination of the position and angles of the wounds indicated that most if not all of them were self-inflicted.

The abdominal organs below the ribcage of all four test subjects had been removed. While the heart, lungs and diaphragm remained in place, the skin and most of the muscles attached to the ribs had been ripped off, exposing the lungs through the ribcage. All the blood vessels and organs remained intact, they had just been taken out and laid on the floor, fanning out around the eviscerated but still living bodies of the subjects. The digestive tract of all four could be seen to be working, digesting food. It quickly became apparent that what they were digesting was their own flesh that they had ripped off and eaten over the course of days.

Most of the soldiers were Russian special operatives at the facility, but still many refused to return to the chamber to remove the test subjects. They continued to scream to be left in the chamber and alternately begged and demanded that the gas be turned back on, lest they fall asleep…

To everyone’s surprise the test subjects put up a fierce fight in the process of being removed from the chamber. One of the Russian soldiers died from having his throat ripped out, another was gravely injured by having his testicles ripped off and an artery in his leg severed by one of the subject’s teeth. Another 5 of the soldiers lost their lives if you count ones that committed suicide in the weeks following the incident.

In the struggle one of the four living subjects had his spleen ruptured and he bled out almost immediately. The medical researchers attempted to sedate him but this proved impossible. He was injected with more than ten times the human dose of a morphine derivative and still fought like a cornered animal, breaking the ribs and arm of one doctor. When heart was seen to beat for a full two minutes after he had bled out to the point there was more air in his vascular system than blood. Even after it stopped he continued to scream and flail for another 3 minutes, struggling to attack anyone in reach and just repeating the word “MORE” over and over, weaker and weaker, until he finally fell silent.

The surviving three test subjects were heavily restrained and moved to a medical facility, the two with intact vocal cords continuously begging for the gas demanding to be kept awake…

The most injured of the three was taken to the only surgical operating room that the facility had. In the process of preparing the subject to have his organs placed back within his body it was found that he was effectively immune to the sedative they had given him to prepare him for the surgery. He fought furiously against his restraints when the anesthetic gas was brought out to put him under. He managed to tear most of the way through a 4 inch wide leather strap on one wrist, even through the weight of a 200 pound soldier holding that wrist as well. It took only a little more anesthetic than normal to put him under, and the instant his eyelids fluttered and closed, his heart stopped. In the autopsy of the test subject that died on the operating table it was found that his blood had triple the normal level of oxygen. His muscles that were still attached to his skeleton were badly torn and he had broken 9 bones in his struggle to not be subdued. Most of them were from the force his own muscles had exerted on them.

The second survivor had been the first of the group of five to start screaming. His vocal cords destroyed he was unable to beg or object to surgery, and he only reacted by shaking his head violently in disapproval when the anesthetic gas was brought near him. He shook his head yes when someone suggested, reluctantly, they try the surgery without anesthetic, and did not react for the entire 6 hour procedure of replacing his abdominal organs and attempting to cover them with what remained of his skin. The surgeon presiding stated repeatedly that it should be medically possible for the patient to still be alive. One terrified nurse assisting the surgery stated that she had seen the patients mouth curl into a smile several times, whenever his eyes met hers.

When the surgery ended the subject looked at the surgeon and began to wheeze loudly, attempting to talk while struggling. Assuming this must be something of drastic importance the surgeon had a pen and pad fetched so the patient could write his message. It was simple. “Keep cutting.”

The other two test subjects were given the same surgery, both without anesthetic as well. Although they had to be injected with a paralytic for the duration of the operation. The surgeon found it impossible to perform the operation while the patients laughed continuously. Once paralyzed the subjects could only follow the attending researchers with their eyes. The paralytic cleared their system in an abnormally short period of time and they were soon trying to escape their bonds. The moment they could speak they were again asking for the stimulant gas. The researchers tried asking why they had injured themselves, why they had ripped out their own guts and why they wanted to be given the gas again.

Only one response was given: “I must remain awake.”

All three subject’s restraints were reinforced and they were placed back into the chamber awaiting determination as to what should be done with them. The researchers, facing the wrath of their military ‘benefactors’ for having failed the stated goals of their project considered euthanizing the surviving subjects. The commanding officer, an ex-KGB instead saw potential, and wanted to see what would happen if they were put back on the gas. The researchers strongly objected, but were overruled.

In preparation for being sealed in the chamber again the subjects were connected to an EEG monitor and had their restraints padded for long-term confinement. To everyone’s surprise all three stopped struggling the moment it was let slip that they were going back on the gas. It was obvious that at this point all three were putting up a great struggle to stay awake. One of subjects that could speak was humming loudly and continuously; the mute subject was straining his legs against the leather bonds with all his might, first left, then right, then left again for something to focus on. The remaining subject was holding his head off his pillow and blinking rapidly. Having been the first to be wired for EEG most of the researchers were monitoring his brain waves in surprise. They were normal most of the time but sometimes flat lined inexplicably. It looked as if he were repeatedly suffering brain death, before returning to normal. As they focused on paper scrolling out of the brain wave monitor only one nurse saw his eyes slip shut at the same moment his head hit the pillow. His brainwaves immediately changed to that of deep sleep, then flatlined for the last time as his heart simultaneously stopped.

The only remaining subject that could speak started screaming to be sealed in now. His brainwaves showed the same flatlines as one who had just died from falling asleep. The commander gave the order to seal the chamber with both subjects inside, as well as 3 researchers. One of the named three immediately drew his gun and shot the commander point-blank between the eyes, then turned the gun on the mute subject and blew his brains out as well.

He pointed his gun at the remaining subject, still restrained to a bed as the remaining members of the medical and research team fled the room. “I won’t be locked in here with these things! Not with you!” he screamed at the man strapped to the table. “WHAT ARE YOU?” he demanded. “I must know!”

The subject smiled.

“Have you forgotten so easily?” The subject asked. “We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread.”

The researcher paused. Then aimed at the subject’s heart and fired. The EEG flatlined as the subject weakly choked out, “So… nearly… free…”

-Story End

Whether or not it actually happened, I don’t know. It’s not the point, It’s an interesting story to me purely on a speculative basis. The speculation about sleep deprivation is that continually being awake will ultimately kill you, but since nobody on record has died of sleep deprivation (mainly because eventually you’d pass out) it’s tough to say what would happen.

Now we know that sleep deprivation does change your mood and demeanor. So is it possible that the darkest part of you comes out? Absolutely, no doubt in my mind. This story would suggest that this gas kept them awake for two full weeks. At some point in the first week madness and the darkness took over, and they either don’t care about the pain or they don’t feel it anymore. There is darkness in everybody, I don’t care if you’re Mother Teresa, everybody has a darkness inside that most people keep way down because it scares them, they can feel it creeping around inside their heads. Others, just let it fly. For example; Dahmer, Gein, Gacy. You get the idea.

So, what if it was true? What if that’s the kind of thing we keep locked away? If it was true, these guys literally became talking zombies. Well, I have my doubts about this as well. Like for instance if you were to Google “Russian Sleep Experiment” You would get a lot of posts talking about the story but the actual story is either a picture on Reddit, or a retyping on Creepypasta. I find no mention of a source anywhere. Is it possible that the KGB would run experiments like this? Yup, we do know that they were attempting to conduct psionic combat experiments (So was the CIA), but I don’t think this was the result of their sleep deprivation experiment. It does makes a good story though.
Part 2 coming soon

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That Moment When Your Joke Backfires

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Notifies people of a joke. (SVG version) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I know, the words “That Moment” are used entirely way too much lately.  They do, however, fit this little true story of a conversation I just had a little bit ago.  Now I’m open about talking about “adult situations” outside of work, so this was partially my fault at work.

 

I was talking to one of the guards here at work.  This is nothing new if I can I try to stop by her desk because she seems to think that I’m damn funny.  I don’t know why, my jokes are usually kinda lame. Anyway, she was talking about how she likes to get up and walk over to the handicapped door button to let people in or out because she has a slipped disc.  I said, and these are my exact words; “You know what I heard was good for that?  Yoga.”  Then I paused for about thirty seconds, “or the Kamasutra”.  Normally this would make her laugh and it would boost my ego…until I heard her ask “What’s that? I’ve never heard of that. What did you say, the tamasutra?”

 

I knew I stepped in it just slightly at this point, I just lowered my head held the bridge of my nose and thought to myself “Oh crap! Now I have to explain it and ruin the joke.”  She’s all “Don’t start laughing at me.” To which I replied; “I’m not laughing at you, I’m just surprised you haven’t heard of it.”

 

“See this is why I like you, you keep me in the know.”   So I explained it in the most polite way possible, “It started in India, it’s all about different positions when you’re (long Pause, as I’m looking for the words) whooping it up.”  As soon as I said that, she understood where I was going, and said that she didn’t know anything about it and thanked me for letting her in the loop.  Because apparently it’s a secret .  To which I said that it’s been around for like a hundred years.   So bottom line, the joke was ruined and she learned something new and I, apparently, have not lead the sheltered life I thought I had.

Your Help Is Greatly Needed

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Dear readers, you may remember me mentioning a friend of mine once or twice in this blog, Tiffany Johnson.  On January 18th she suffered a stroke. She’s recovering slowly.  We’re getting updates everyday and some days improvements are being made however small it is, and some days not so much. The road to recovery is going to be long and difficult. Tiffany and her husband need our help.

Tiffany owns her own business which means that if she isn’t working she’s not making money.  The costs are going to be HUGE! There is a fund set up, the best way to donate is to go to the Friends of Tiffany Facebook Page.  I know I haven’t asked for anything from you before, so I ask you to do this one thing.  Okay two things, please pray for her recovery as well.  I know, I know, I’m not a huge religious guy so for me to ask is tremendous. This woman is so loved that she has people worldwide praying for her.   So again, I ask you to please pray and donate.  Any amount will help.  Oh, FYI, normally I don’t force sharing of my blog posts, but if you don’t share this one and the Friends of Tiffany page I will hunt you down and force your hand to click share!!  Okay not really, however I will be posting this blog everyday until the goal is reached or until I’ve just about tapped all my resources. Yes I will be donating when the money comes in.  Thank you for praying, donating, and sharing.

Update: 
It has come to my attention that there may or may not be issues with the online payment, IF this is the case here is an address you can send your donations to;

WINGS FINANCIAL Credit Union
Tiffany Johnson Stroke Fund
14985 Glazier Ave
Apple Valley, MN 55124
Attn: Member Services

Again, thank you.