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Markdown Plug-In for Windows Live Writer

Markdown Plug-in for WLW

This is a test of a markdown plug-in for Windows Live Writer available on Github. Testing bold. Testing italic.

A Subhead Test

The plug-in provides a markdown editor and a live preview. I suppose this would be useful for people who use markdown extensively in their work. The plug-in can be downloaded from: https://github.com/fresky/MarkdownInLiveWriter

note: This plug-in works with Windows Live Writer, but doesn’t seem to be available for Open Live Writer (an open source replacement for WLW)

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Excerpt From The Soul Thieves

The world we believe to be real is an illusion created by propaganda, lies, and misinformation hammered into our minds through constant hypnotic repetition and social programming from media owned by those who hide in the shadows. From the moment we are born, we are told how to perceive the world, what to believe, and how to behave if we want to be judged normal and avoid being sent to a concrete box with bars. No two people see the world the same so our individual illusion of the world—although most times similar to those in our household, neighborhood, state, nation, and culture—is not a completely shared construct.

We are puppets in a world we think is the result of our own free-will and choices and we never notice the strings leading into darkness. Strings which guide us to insane ideas and beliefs about our fellow humans which lead to wars, hatreds, and hostilities toward anyone we are told to despise, usually with no evidence. No one benefits from the irrational lies and fantasies distorting the nature of reality except the unseen figures who pull the strings and get richer by the destruction of millions of lives and the looting of public resources.

“Since I entered politics, I have chiefly had men’s views confided to me privately. Some of the biggest men in the U.S., in the field of commerce and manufacturing, are afraid of somebody, are afraid of something. They know that there is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, so interlocked, so complete, so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it.”

Woodrow Wilson- 28th US President
The New Freedom 1913

It has been this way for hundreds of years and the shadowy beings now have many ways to intentionally destroy us if we dare oppose them, although I think it is more likely our demise will be the result of hubris, overreach, and unintended consequences. One can only dumb-down the population so far without the likelihood of a colossal mistake occurring. A mistake which the script-readers on cable television will assure us no one could have seen coming.

The willing servants of our unseen masters tend a vast arsenal of warheads and missiles, operate nuclear power plants with cooling systems which will last only a fraction of the thousands of years this radioactive material will be lethal, create ever more deadly pathogens in secret bio-labs, and give autonomous computers control of doomsday systems which cannot be stopped once unleashed. On any given day, we are just one fat-fingered oops away from a planet-wide life-ending disaster.

“In vast laboratories in the Ministry of Peace, and in experimental stations, teams of experts are indefatigably at work searching for new and deadlier gases; or for soluble poisons capable of being produced in such quantities as to destroy the vegetation of whole continents; or for breeds of disease germs immunised against all possible antibodies.”

George Orwell 1984

Perhaps the recent outbreak of bat-soup plague in China (wink) was one of these fat-fingered oops and it was not released intentionally, although the consequences for humankind will be the same no matter how it escaped its container.

“For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.”

Hosea 8:7


Regardless of what happens in the next months with this virus, there will be no crying for the dead from our hidden overlords in the shadows since the culling the underclass fills them with near orgastic pleasure. As George Carlin said: What do they want? They want more for themselves and less for you.

George did not name our masters nor did President Wilson, but if one pays even cursory attention to the domed whorehouse in Washington D.C., it soon becomes apparent who has bought and paid for the government and who our political whores must please (it is not you).

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Testing Zoundry Raven Blogging Software

A quick test of Zoundry Raven—an offline blogging software—with a WordPress blog. It does bold and italic and underline and strikethrough.

 

 

 

A digital painting

Similar to Windows Live Writer, Zoundry Raven is available at https://zoundry-raven.en.uptodown.com/windows

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NaNoWriMo 2019

Winner Certificate for NaNoWriMo 2019
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Where Have You Gone-Joe Bageant

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Joe Bageant playing guitar in Belize

Joe was a card as they say in the hills.

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NaNoWriMo 2019

November and National Novel Writing Month are a week away so it is time to prep for the ordeal of writing 50,000 words in 30 days. I’m a panster which means I don’t outline or plan or even know what is going to happen when I start writing. It works for Stephen King so why not? The good news is that I write about the same imaginary town/location in each NaNoWriMo so I know the world right down to the color of the upholstery in the booths of the local diner and how many aisles are in the town’s only grocery store. Even the people and time-frame have stayed the same, although the stories have changed from novel to novel.

A Cover Designed for NaNoWriMo 2019

I will post a status report after the first week on whether I think I will make the 50,000 word goal. I think in six-years, I am only at a 50% success rate.

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Colors Of My Life

The melody of a song kept going through my mind yesterday. I could remember none of the words or the title of the song so it was impossible to search for the it on the Internet. The only words I thought might be from a line in the song were “something …of my life”. After a lot of searching that fragment, I discovered the melody was from Judith Durham’s Colors Of My Life. I had been recently pondering writing a memoir so perhaps my subconscious was working on a title.

I have no idea what I will call a memoir, but I am sure after writing it something will come to mind. Perhaps, Recovery From Propaganda and Brainwashing would be good or I could rip-off the title of a Paul Gauguin painting: D’où Venons Nous / Que Sommes Nous / Où Allons Nous ( Where Do We Come From / What Are We / Where Are We Going ). That might be fitting since my ambition at seventeen was to run away to the Marquesas Islands in the south Pacific and paint nude Polynesian women.

Where Do We Come From / What Are We / Where are We Going by Paul Gauguin

By eighteen, this had morphed into a desire to join the navy and be an engineman on a gunboat like Steve McQueen in the 1966 movie The Sand Pebbles. Sadly, the Yangtse Patrol—a prolonged naval operation by the United States Navy’s East India and Asiatic Squadrons, which began in 1854 to protect American interests in the Yangtze River’s treaty ports, ended the year I was born when Mao and the Communists came to power. The old adage be careful what you wish for seem to apply when I joined the navy and ended up on a river boat in Vietnam’s I-Corps when I was twenty.

Ten years later, still in the navy, I was sent to Taipei for a three-year-tour, which was cut short because Carter abrogated the mutual defense treaty with The Republic of China ( Taiwan ), closed the Naval Support Activity, Taiwan, and established diplomatic relations with the mainland commies. ( Can you say at the behest of globalists who wanted cheap labor? ) At the time, I had no idea that much of the The Sand Pebbles was filmed in Taipei—some scenes were shot on Yangmingshan ( Grass Mountain ) where I lived. It seems Steve and I even drank at the same bar—The China Seas Club on Bei-an Road—where I met Wu Yu Tze in December, 1978 (but that is a story for another time).