waves: 1) Subsonic 2) Mach 1 3) Supersonic 4) Shock author: Pbroks13 https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sound_barrier_chart.svg US military and SpaceX reusable rockets
Captain Chuck Yeager USAF broke the sound barrier in 1947.
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Based on the novel A Tale of the Wars of the Roses, by Charlotte M. Yonge (1823-1901), a film was made by former parishioners of St. Stephen Sacramento, which is where I attend Mass.
The title is Grisly Grisell: A Film. The score is by Music Forge, a composer of original hybrid orchestral music and cinematic-sounding songs, including a surprise “pop” song in the credits. To link, view the trailer, and purchase, go here https://www.industriousfamily.com/grisly-grisell.html Update: Industrial Family Films let me know that a new short film, Pelayo, was released this year, and the company is populating the Industrious Family Films app with Catholic films. In the works is a full length movie called Fabiola. The setting is ancient Rome. The family is currently working on funding this project and will open a new round of funding in October. “…the startling fact that there were over 20 million ineligible recipients of Medicaid at the start of the year, costing taxpayers a whopping $16 billion monthly….”
https://washingtondigest.com/report-media-misleading-americans-about-republican-governors-welfare-fix/ Medi-Cal health insurance is California’s Medicaid program, which is paid for with federal and state tax revenues. Community health centers help enroll homeless people in Medicaid. Know how things work. Resist him on behalf of all the wrongly cancelled priests of the world.
Father Marco Testa of the Archdiocese of Toronto wrote about cancelled priests in July 2021. Read it. https://catholicinsight.com/canceling-conservative-priests-2/ You didn’t know cancel cultures exists in the Church? It does, just as it exists elsewhere. If you don’t care, you don’t care about anything. “What’s the one question you would ask Francis, Mr. Dunn?” “Have you ever had rent come due and not the means to pay it? At 19 you left mommy and daddy and never had to pay rent, and you never had to struggle with personal finances, and that makes you a spoiled baby. “You are a globalist, an Argentine Marxist, and an enemy to America.” Gender can be determined by how the hand smells.
A 2023 study from Florida International University had 30 men and 30 women hold cotton balls for 10 minutes in hands that hadn’t been washed for at least an hour. Those cotton balls were analyzed using gas chromatography and mass spectrometry to identify the individual chemicals that made up the various Volatile Organic Compounds of the participants. Using a type of data analysis known as chemometrics, researchers identified the gender of the participants based on their hand odor with stunning 96.67% accuracy. Men’s and women’s hands produce different odors. One day, subtle chemical fingerprints might prove volatile to a forensic scientist at a crime scene. By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And before him, through the sunshine, Westward toward the neighboring forest Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo, Passed the bees, the honey-makers, Burning, singing In the sunshine. Bright above him shone the heavens, Level spread the lake before him; From its bosom leaped the sturgeon, Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine; On its margin the great forest Stood reflected in the water, Every tree-top had its shadow, Motionless beneath the water. From the brow of Hiawatha Gone was every trace of sorrow, As the fog from off the water, As the mist from off the meadow. With a smile of joy and triumph, With a look of exultation, As of one who in a vision Sees what is to be, but is not, Stood and waited Hiawatha. Toward the sun his hands were lifted, Both the palms spread out against it, And between the parted fingers Fell the sunshine on his features, Flecked with light his naked shoulders, As it falls and flecks an oak-tree Through the rifted leaves and branches. O'er the water floating, flying, Something in the hazy distance, Something in the mists of morning, Loomed and lifted from the water, Now seemed floating, now seemed flying, Coming nearer, nearer, nearer. Was it Shingebis the diver? Or the pelican, the Shada? Or the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah? Or the white goose, Waw-be-wawa, With the water dripping, flashing, From its glossy neck and feathers? It was neither goose nor diver, Neither pelican nor heron, O'er the water floating, flying, Through the shining mist of morning, But a birch canoe with paddles, Rising, sinking on the water, Dripping, flashing in the sunshine; And within it came a people From the distant land of Wabun, From the farthest realms of morning Came the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet, He the Priest of Prayer, the Pale-face, With his guides and his companions. And the noble Hiawatha, With his hands aloft extended, Held aloft in sign of welcome, Waited, full of exultation, Till the birch canoe with paddles Grated on the shining pebbles, Stranded on the sandy margin, Till the Black-Robe chief, the Pale-face, With the cross upon his bosom, Landed on the sandy margin. Then the joyous Hiawatha Cried aloud and spake in this wise: "Beautiful is the sun, O strangers, When you come so far to see us! All our town in peace awaits you, All our doors stand open for you; You shall enter all our wigwams, For the heart's right hand we give you. "Never bloomed the earth so gayly, Never shone the sun so brightly, As to-day they shine and blossom When you come so far to see us! Never was our lake so tranquil, Nor so free from rocks, and sand-bars; For your birch canoe in passing Has removed both rock and sand-bar. "Never before had our tobacco Such a sweet and pleasant flavor, Never the broad leaves of our cornfields Were so beautiful to look on, As they seem to us this morning, When you come so far to see us!" And the Black-Robe chief made answer, Stammered In his speech a little, Speaking words yet unfamiliar: "Peace be with you, Hiawatha, Peace be with you and your people, Peace of prayer, and peace of pardon, Peace of Christ, and joy of Mary!" … XXII. Hiawatha’s Departure Longfellow 1855 Read every sentence in trochaic tetrameter, and emphasize the first syllable of every line to get the right rhythm because children like that, and I shortened the poem for them and for you. There is no good recording; maybe this is your opportunity to record the Departure for YouTube. What is the theme? It is expressed in the line, “When you come so far to see us!” and every time I hear that, my eyes water. Why fssp.org? You get the full patrimony of the Church. Pew Research defines millennials as people born from 1981 to 1996, which is 27-42. Add in 18-26.
“A coalition of 1,609 scientists from around the world have signed a declaration stating ‘there is no climate emergency’ and that they ‘strongly oppose the harmful and unrealistic net-zero CO2 policy’ being pushed across the globe. The declaration does not deny the harmful effect of greenhouse gases, but instead challenges the hysteria brought about by the narrative of imminent doom.
“The declaration, put together by the Global Climate Intelligence Group (CLINTEL), was made public this month and urges that ‘Climate science should be less political, while climate policies should be more scientific.’” … “…The most recent to sign is Nobel Prize winner Dr. John F. Clauser, winner of the 2022 Nobel Prize in Physics….” … “‘There is no climate emergency. Therefore, there is no cause for panic and alarm. We strongly oppose the harmful and unrealistic net-zero CO2 policy proposed for 2050,’ the paper reads, proposing ‘adaptation instead of mitigation.’” https://justthenews.com/politics-policy/environment/more-1600-scientists-including-nobel-laureates-declare-climate-crisis Indeed, it is hard to go against a majority opinion, and even children believe in radical ideas. I was raised to think critically. That is all. |
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