The Flames.

The climbing route 'One Step in the Clouds', a VS graded climb at the BMC-owned crag of Craig Bwlch y Moch, is one of the most popular and frequented rock climbs in Wales. However, the left hand retaining wall of the tricky groove on the 4b graded first pitch was in imminent danger of collapse. Inspections by the BMC and a number of experienced climbers identified a recent rockfall where part of the retaining block had fallen away and the remaining rock (approximately 20 tons in total!) while appearing sound




https://www.thebmc.co.uk/tremadog-danger



Leaving this scowling countenance

(ya, gnow, that wierd spelled biotch guy with a distinctly flames attuned ignition switch.)
Jan 17, 2017 - 06:30pm PT
http://rense.com/ufo4/giants.htm

Rust is a part of life. Anywhere there is metal exposed to the elements, there will likely be rust and flaking metal. Whether you have old rusty pipes in your home or a desire to buff the rust off of your vehicle, if you plan on spending any time around this type of iron corrosion, you run the risk of rust ingestion or iron toxicity.

Small amounts of rust in your system is not dangerous — in fact, trace amounts of iron is necessary in order for oxygen to be distributed throughout the body — but ingesting too much rust can lead to health issues at best and death at worst.

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The bigger concern with cuts and scrapes from rusty tools is the bacteria that is likely to accompany the wound. Specifically, the bacteria Clostridia, which also grows in soil and feces, is the one known to cause tetanus (also called “lock-jaw” because of its characteristic stiffening of the joints). Because the bacteria only grown in the absence of oxygen, deep wounds that are not properly flushed are especially vulnerable to the infection. Small scrapes on the surface of the skin are usually not.

Good morning. The closest El Diablo Naranjito ever got to gentility was when he was three, maybe four years old and his wet nurse, Marie, a lithe New World Ape from French Guyana taught him French. The little tyke, proportioned like a fifty pound Longhair Navel Orange, bounced around his rubber room screaming "MOI! MOI! MOI!. But that's not important right now, Billy.