I am disappointed but not surprised to see Conspiracy Corner type blogs like "Facts", "We're Living in A Movie" and "Mare-age" now spilling over to the main blog section of CLM.  I am trying hard to understand why this has occurred. Hopefully, by the end of this blog and the discussions that follow, we will have a better understanding. For many decades, I have been interested in learning how the brain works, in particular, how the brain gets easily fooled.

People hate the truth; they hate facts. I am not going to comment regarding the words in the picture above, they speak for themselves.

Imagine, if you will, that 9/11 never happened. Now imagine that the official narrative of 9/11 had been made into a movie.

Dear Members

The article above is from 1870. (Yes, I have 'fact-checked' it !)

My most recent blog was confined to CC, and ended up with zero responses save from John and Barry. No surprises really.

The 'Guide' hung around through the cooking and the meal, until the owner whispered that she was waiting to be paid for her guiding ... and that if I did not pay her, she herself would have to give her some money - being the CPC official.  I told her that the woman had done nothing for me at all.  I should just have given her another 50yuan and been done with it.  The woman in the turban-like headdress would appear to be Yao or Miao, I cannot tell.  The host boiled a large tub of water, and I soaked my knee for half an hour, getting quite some relief.  

Sorry traditional Chinese: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-D9mlAnCQ3E

2012 I returned to Guilin, planning to go trekking for 3 days in the Longsheng rice terraces. By bus perhaps two hours to the park entrance. I left my luggage there with a shopkeeper, the one selling smoked rat, and set out uphill - and downhill, downhill and uphill. After two hours the following would-be guides had thinned to just one, for whom I stopped and told her with difficulty, in Mandarin which she roughly understood, that I planned to walk alone and had no need of a guide. Nonetheless she followed 100m behind for an hour, then came hurrying to catch me up and ask me to slow down, I was too fast for her 'zou de manxie ba, ni zou de tai kuaile'. It was November and cool, with dark approaching quite early, as I approached a steep climb she came hurrying up again, and told me she could introduce me to a hotel ... and then hurried on ahead. She led me into a ramshackle wooden zhuang building where they asked 700 yuan for the night, so I refrained from laughing, and explained I wanted to get to the top so I could set out early in the morning for morning sun on the rice terraces. She followed me closely and took me into a villagers house where four men were puffing away in the dark and I refused again, walking on till I found a family with children where someone would cook for me, 100 yuan for meal and bed.

It's been a while. Not only have I not submitted articles, but it seems as though no-one else has either.