This short post was originally published recently as a sidenote in another more important post.

But as I’ve already been chastised (albeit anonymously) by an obviously highly honourable lady for the posting, I’ve decided to try and amend, clarify and extend it slightly.

The Simple Question that Stumped Everyone Except Marilyn vos Savant

Marilyn Mach Vos Savant on Letterman, March 11, 1986

Ms Mach Vos Savant is one of these faces with the right blood-line(s), that TPTB (The Powers That Be) like to promote heavily on account she has probably no critical stance on the global powerbrokers. Heavily leftbrained (autistic?) individuals use to be politically inert vis-a-vis TPTB?

And of course an supposed IQ of 228 is fantastic enough to merit a second look on its own merit.

Thus she is suppoed to be a trouble-shooter non plus ultra. And as proof of that they proffer her take on a silly question in a equally silly, supposed ‘game-show’.

The game-show apparently goes like this: There are 3 doors. Behind two of them are a goat, but behind a third is a car.

One has to suppose, that the game is about winning a price, if guessing the door with the car? With one or two guesses is not clear?

She chooses door no. 1. But the attendant opens door no. 3 instead, that turns out to hide a goat. He then ask her, if she want to have door 1 or perhaps would rather choose door no 2?

She answers, she would rather change her preference to door no 2; and the big fuss in the mathematical depts. of certain universities then was, if she was right or wrong as far as the theory of mathematical probabilities goes.

I.e. if you have a higher chance of hitting the car, if you only have 2 doors to choose between, instead of having to choose between 3 doors. The answer seems obvious – BUT:

But. But! You cannot use mathematical probability theory to calculate the probable result of making one – ONE – throw of dice. If you make ONLY one throw of dice, then the result is unpredictable (except if you may happen to be psychic (clairwoyant og demonic, very intuitive or even have premonition (whatever that is)).

With only one throw of dice THE MATHEMATICS OF PROBABILITY THEORY DOES NOT APPLY! Only comes into power after a (very) large amount of throws can be taken into account and summed up (1000 – 10000 – 100000?). But NEVER when just one throw is considered.

If the honourable Ms. Mach Vos Savant does not understand this, then you may question her IQ. And if she in fact does understand, then she seems to have answered another question than that asked. I take it, you don’t expect the door/goat/car experiment to be repeated thousands of times in actual reality?

Now I surmise, that the gist of my honourable, nightly lady’s critique might perhaps be summarized like this: You shouldn’t nag this pretty and very nice young lady with your masculine logic; it’s simply not gentlemanlike and perhaps even chauvinistic!

Very well, you definitely are entiteled to your opinion. However I have to add the following remarks, then.

Firstly: You think Ms. Savant is pretty? But certainly, ‘on the face of it’ (no pun, of course). She is (or rather was, she may be very old now) tall and lithe, and has a beautiful and delicately shaped mouth. But, then, what about her eyes?

Her eyes are troublesome – in my view: They don’t look intelligent, and the normally telling shape of the bridge between her eyes doesn’t look too delicately shaped. But her eyes are – very – widely spaced, which is normally regarded as an indication of intelligence.

However – her eyes really don’t look human. The pupils are placed in the outermost corner of the eyes, giving her an almost reptilian look.

Secondly: You think she is nice? Maybe, I have no way of knowing how she would be to have as a friend. But on the Lettermann show she reveals herself as definitely heavily leftbrained. She is obviously almost completely helpless as a socializer. And, incidentally, heavily leftbrained individuals are normally lacking of empathy. A trait, that – as far as I know – is part of the definition of the autistic?

Thirdly: Then how come she has been so heavily promoted by the TPTB? For one thing she has the right bloodline(s) (you just have to research her names). For another – she may be an human-reptilian hybrid? These are said to exist (google it), and have existed for ages. And the thing is, that TPTB consider themselves to be such hybrids – they certainly don’t consider themselves as mere humans (and least of all as white european humans. Hence the rush to have as many white ukrainians/russians (and perhaps soon enough?) other europeans sent to Walhalla?)

The reptilian race(s) living among us (or below or above us) reportedly have an IQ of perhaps upwards of 400; but they are (totally) ‘leftbrained’ and thus perhaps more like AI: No sense of humour and no empathy. Just like the reigning powerbrokers – almost – everywhere on the globe.

And this, perhaps, could be why Ms. Savant may fit the bill perfectly as poster-girl for the TPTB?

(posted 31.Aug.2024 concurrently on blocnotesimma.wordpress.com and gamleboeger.dk. Tweets on @gamleboeger . Please note that mr. Musk has shadowbanned myself heavily, hence my tweets dont show, if you are not logged in. Perhaps I should consider moving to Telegram… except. mr. Macron was faster.

(29.Aug.2024) Having experienced an unexpected health issue this summer, I’ve had a chance to 1) renew my acquaintance with (the emergency reception at) Hospital-1 here in Cph, and also become acquainted with dito at Hospital-2. And 2) have had the impetus to do some thinking to try and understand what really happened.

To make a long story short: In the middle of night one Sunday in June I had to capitulate to growing pain and distress and call an ambulance.

As it happens I’m living a few hundred yards from a main ambulance station and thus, normally several times daily, experience the ear shattering blare from passing ambulances.

I’ve then often told myself, that this is all fine and well, only if I myself should need an ambulance at some point of time in the near or not so near future, then there most likely would be none?

And lo and behold, this really came to pass. After having explained my situation to the sweet emergency nurse (that as a matter of fact is stationed in a building on my street, almost directly opposite my flat; we might possibly look each other into the eyes from our respective windows) – she told me, I would most likely be taken to hospital-2 (being the renovned experts in the actual type of distress), and could I accept being fetched by a taxi?

I said OK, on account I thought I could count on a speedy pick-up. But when abt 25 min had passed with nothing happening, I called the nurse again and explained, that if more time passed I would need a real ambulance. She then told me, she expected the taxi to be at my place in a couple of minutes.

This didn’t happen, though. However within the same time frame an ’emergency transporter’ from a private company came lumbering. The driver, being a nice enough person per see, took care not to assist me in any way, shape or form entering his large car.

And likewise took care to not break any speed-limits in driving to hospital-1. Yes, that’s right, ‘someone’ had resolved to take me to hosp.1 instead to the experts at hosp.2.

At hosp.1 I was soon attented to by a staff member, at nurse with a badge on her shirt saying ‘Temporary Nurse’ (Midlertidig Sygeplejer(ske). But apparently and disturbingly she really could do nothing to relieve my pain and distress, except she tapped some blood.

Which might perhaps be sensible enough, as my blood-type is not very common and rather sought after (type O-neg can mix with all other blood types (but cannot accept any other types) and is found at less than 5% of world population (in fact i suspect only by 1-3%?).

But after less than an hour the good people at hosp.1 had the good grace to send me by taxi to the experts at hosp.2, where I arrived abt. 2 hours after haveing called an ambulance initially. The wonderful people at hosp.2 wasted no time and saved my life gracefully and effectively. But while waiting a few minutes in the waiting room I really felt I hung on with the edges of my nails. Thank You everyone at hosp.2!

Item 2: For now will just link to

Sabrina Wallace – Medical Body Area Network

and endeavor to pick up the thread a bit later. (What about mr Lodal & Pape, by the way?)

(posted 29.Aug.2024 concurrently on blocnotesimma.wordpress.com and gamleboeger.dk. Tweets on @gamleboeger . Please note that mr. Musk has shadowbanned myself heavily, hence my tweets dont show, if you are not logged in. Perhaps I should consider moving to Telegram… except. mr. Macron was faster.