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Now that I have your attention.

There is a community in Brazil surrounded by a country that is being ravaged by the COVID. They are wide open and enjoying life. Why? It appears when you've vaccinated close to one hundred percent of the adult population, you've won the battle with COVID.

You can't safely be an unmasker if you're an anti-vaxxer.

Ask me what I think of a President that spends all of his energy and time trying to keep out refugees from countries we helped turn into hell holes. At the same time, he looked on while millions of people contracted the COVID 19 virus that ultimately killed over a half million people.

Question? How many people in the US will die because we took in these refugees?

I Don't Know When It Started, But It's Got To Stop

I am speaking of course about the latest tactic to advertise on the internet.

I'm reading my morning edition of The Guardian. I click on a news story to see the entirety of it, and it puts me on an advertisers page. I have to close that page. It doesn't happen every time, but sometimes, when I close the first advertiser page, another one opens.

More challenging is when I'm login into a site to buy, reserve, or schedule something. I get to a page and start entering the info I need to complete my task and find out the page is for something not only different but I would never want.

So we've moved from the Whack-a-Mole game of having ads open in mid-read, so my copy goes one way, and my screen goes another way to full age capture.

If you proceed with reading this, you will be exposed to an old man reminiscing about stuff.

I remember conversations about how the internet would supply information and entertainment without commercials. We knew we would have to pay for it, but that was the dream.

We now have the necessity of subscribing to internet access or 'Cable.' For this, we get hundreds of channels. One hundred and eighty-nine of which we don't want. And subscriptions to many different platforms.

And we still get the commercials.



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