Anonymous ID: 631ad4 Dec. 12, 2019, 11:49 a.m. No.7490137   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>0141

>>7489006 (pb)

 

Extremely low frequency (ELF)

Extremely low frequency (ELF) is the ITU designation[1] for electromagnetic radiation (radio waves) with frequencies from 3 to 30 Hz, and corresponding wavelengths of 100,000 to 10,000 kilometers, respectively.[2][3] In atmospheric science, an alternative definition is usually given, from 3 Hz to 3 kHz.[4][5] In the related magnetosphere science, the lower frequency electromagnetic oscillations (pulsations occurring below ~3 Hz) are considered to lie in the ULF range, which is thus also defined differently from the ITU radio bands.

 

ELF radio waves are generated by lightning and natural disturbances in Earth's magnetic field, so they are a subject of research by atmospheric scientists. Because of the difficulty of building antennas that can radiate such long waves, ELF frequencies have been used in only a very few man-made communication systems. ELF waves can penetrate seawater, which makes them useful in communication with submarines, and a few nations have built military ELF transmitters to transmit signals to their submerged submarines, consisting of huge grounded wire antennas (ground dipoles) 15 - 60 km long driven by transmitters producing megawatts of power. The US, Russia, India, and China are the only nations known to have constructed these ELF communication facilities.[6][7][8][9][10][11][12][13] The U.S. facilities were used between 1985 and 2004 but are now decommissioned.[9]

 

  • https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Extremely_low_frequency

 

What else can/could very low frequencies do when tuned to a resonant frequency of some object?

Anonymous ID: 631ad4 Dec. 12, 2019, 12:03 p.m. No.7490239   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>7490177

Crazy dems keep forgetting that they are supposed to represent the people, not dictate to the people.

 

We the people, are the legitimate government, not some corrupt politician. Consent of the governed.

Anonymous ID: 631ad4 Dec. 12, 2019, 12:10 p.m. No.7490289   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>0298 >>0308

>>7490270

Technically, they cannot LEGALLY make laws that go against the constitution even though they often do it and get away with it.

 

That's kinda our fault for letting them get away with it. Remember when there was a vote to make car insurance mandatory (I think it was in Calif.)? The people voted NO. They did it anyway and nobody did a darn thing about it.

Anonymous ID: 631ad4 Dec. 12, 2019, 12:22 p.m. No.7490374   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Well, my feeling is that this is going to go all the way to the Senate, and I think that is the plan. While the crazy dems have things all their way for now, in the Senate, REAL justice will habbin with the subsequent rewards for the corrupt bad actors.

Anonymous ID: 631ad4 Dec. 12, 2019, 12:39 p.m. No.7490475   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>7490438

'Twas the Night Before Christmas: Full Text of the Classic Poem

By Clement Clarke Moore

 

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

 

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

 

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!

On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

 

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

 

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

 

His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

 

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

 

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

 

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!