There is one reason why we don’t say “Holy Christmas” instead of “Merry” Christmas like we all are used to saying as a happy, merry, greeting amongst friends and strangers.

Hundreds of years ago, the short two words celebrating the birth of Jesus WAS “Holy Christmas” as a greeting/salutation.

It was during a time in our history, that anywhere the Christian Religion l was dominant (which WAS Catholicism ONLY at that time), there was year-round misery for those that although they still believed in Jesus Christ, they did NOT believe in Catholicism. They were scorned, tortured, and in many cases, crucified for not adhering to the Catholic religion.

The Inquisition was a powerful office set up within the Catholic Church to root out and punish heresy throughout Europe and the Americas. It’s unbelievably disgusting what the Roman Catholic Church did to humanity.

Beginning in the 12th century and continuing for hundreds of years, the Inquisition is infamous for the severity of its tortures and its persecution of Jews and Muslims, and non-Catholic Christians.

If you were a native of South America, and many other third-world countries, you were put to death if you didn’t convert from paganism or whatever, to Catholicism.

In Europe, that persecution continued up until the time when larger and larger groups of people, who were followers of Martin Luther, truly began to achieve religious freedom. The Reformation. The beginnings of all the various Protestant denominations, key word, “Protest”.

Prior to the advent of the Protestant movement, Persecution, and death mostly, for those true “Christians” that could not be converted to Catholicism.

So, Merry? No, but Holy Christmas. Then later, Christmas became a holiday that was filled with joy and laughter, and……wait for it…..SINGING!

Imagine singing “Holy Christmas, maybe repeating it over and over again, “Holy Christmas “Holy Christmas “Holy Christmas “Holy Christmas “Holy Christmas. People hadn’t yet started writing what we now know as Christian Christmas Carols, limited language.

So, if you can imagine a small family of the persecuted Christians trying real hard to feel “Merry” celebrating the birth of Jesus while being chased by the Catholic Church’s death squads.

After a bit, one would think, the persecuted Christians are saying, “Holy Christmas! Nothing Holy about how those asshole catlicks treat us”.

Then, someone suggested “Happy” as in “Happy Christmas”. No, that didn’t quite work either.

Then someone came along and suggested “Heiter” which is German for “Merry”  (cheerful, fair, fine, cheerfully, cheerful, light, hilarious, humorous, jovial, serene, cheerfully). It would have been different if the German people were saying “Heil Heiter” instead of “Heil Hitler”…..Heil as a verb meaning “to greet_, so, “Hello Merry, or joyful (happiness)”.

Singing “Merry Christmas” worked. Sounded silly repeated many times like “Holy Christmas”, so that’s why we say Merry Christmas once, followed by a  “HO-HO-HO” three times. The H0-HO-HO came along after Saint Nicholas (Santa Claus) came along.

What a scary thing for a small child. A fat guy dressed weird, loudly saying, “Merry Christmas, HO-HO-HO” as your mother is forcing you to sit on this strange fat dude’s lap. Never mind that he smelled weird (whiskey) and his beard scratched your face.

Doesn’t work saying “HO-HO-HO-HO” (well, for some people, yes, it works).

Not two, “HO-HO”s, as in “Merry Christmas HO-HO”, and Definitely not one “HO”, as in “Merry Christmas, Ho”.

I prefer saying “Merry Christmas” with four “HO’s”. Works for me anyway.

Postscript: For myself, Atheism didn’t drop in on me all of a sudden. It took a few decades of study.

Postscript 2: As a species, we have been crossing over the 150 year threshold between the “Age of Pisces”, referring to the Age of Religions and Wars, into the “Age of Aquarius” known as the Age of Technology and PEACE. Times they are a’changing folks.

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I’m 75 years young, and I will be dust in the wind before this final part of our species evolution is completed. My grandson who’s ten years old right now, will quite possibly will be my age (or perhaps middle aged if my calculations are a little off), when the fullness of the Aquarian Age has manifested itself.

I know Mandy and Atlas, and love them both like a daughter and grandson although we’re in no way related or that close enough, but I know you will be happy to know that your post, which I read word-for-word, inspired this sermon-like post following the text of your (Mandy’s)  post which which is now here on my website.

Here’s Mandy’s post: 

Being intelligent because of a life-time of experiences can sometimes be a handicap.

Of my close circle of friends, one friend is permanently disabled mentally to no fault of his own, i.e., a bad prescription a doctor gave him 30 years ago for some physiological problems.

Another, a friend, in his late fifties that has a few mental issues that I don’t need to get into that make him obnoxious even to his own family, someone that I took great care in not being around for eight months when Manfred was here on vacation.

Someone who now has become tolerable for me because he knows I know what he is suffering from maybe, that has inspired me quite a bit lately.

I had always told my brother Paul, “I like Dan I love his art. I just can’t be around him because of MY triggers set off by his egomaniacal rude behavior“..

He was in my trailer with the other three of us, for at least a four hour sesh. Yes, I ALSO credit CANNABIS for my own “healing”.

Lastly, poor Ton Ton. Nice kid. He raises exotic chickens. He WAS homeless until PAUL gave him basically a free place to stay, in Paul’s “Guest House” 5th Wheel trailer that Manfred is going to be occupying for another three-week vacation this coming Monday when he and Paul get here from the airport. The words SLOW-WITTED. Note: I REALLY DO care about his overall situation, and future. His own grandmother finally gave up, his entire family finally gave up on trying t tolerate him because THEY, have no fucking clue what’s ailing him, otherwise they would have sought out professional help for him.

The 19 children….Whoops! I meant chickens, were a huge surprise to both Paul and I. What homeless person do YOU know that comes with 19 chickens? I’m not going to give my readers my evaluation of Ton Ton’s condition other than it’s an affliction that Ton Ton can’t help, and other then some untested Neuro-surgery……..Frankenstein-ish surgery, his affliction cannot be cured, and DRUGS FOR SURE CANNOT HELP HIM either.

Very sad, and my heart goes out to him because I can’t help him with normal therapy. Paul keeps giving Ton Ton “rope” because of HIS compassionate heart.

One great example from tonight is during the 4-hour sesh, Paul is bringing in a flat-screen TV into my trailer as temp storage (pus he’s a gamer) and starts asking me where he could set up in my kitchen which turned into a low-blood sugar event for my baby brother Paul which became a manic situation for him, back to me calmly him down……to his eating……to 30 minutes later everyone going back to their own beds to take a three-hour nap before waking up at Midnight for my 75th un-planned birthday sesh at 12:01AM.

All my friends that really know me know that I’m not setting myself apart, like I’m mentally perfect or something. I have always stated that I know I have my own set of psychosis that I sometimes have to deal with.

Here’s the punchline. I have always stated that 100% of the human species since the beginning of time, whatever that is, IS CRAZY! Everyone has SOME mental issues going on.

We all manifest our emotions sometimes in ways that everyone else around us thinks either a wee bit off, or full lunatic crazy, right? Those that manifest violent psychotic behavior are in mental institutions or prisons…..Or dead.

So, like I said in the beginning. Being intelligent can sometimes be a handicap, and sometimes a blessing. Be patient, kind, and try to understand why our neighbor Joe was yelling, “I’ll kill all of you” in a Peyton Place meets the Hatfield’s & McCoy’s kind of neighborhood feud.

I was the only one who had the knowledge of what PTSD does to a person who’s son came home in a rubber bag from Afghanistan.

I’ve counseled many people young and old, with wartime-related PTSD, and childhood PTSD, like I USED TO suffer from (cured myself a long time ago).

Joe and I spoke at the fence-line yesterday for 45 minutes. I invited him to the Hawaiian Style Pig Feast the end of August. No, we’re not like blood brothers, right now, but we are acquaintances that could turn into a bonding friendship.

That’s patience and understanding, and……..Wait for it……FORGIVENESS! The ability to “Throw shit under the Bus” and keep on a’ truckin’ down the road of life. I used the word “Intelligent” because although my I.Q. is MENSA high (at the lowest end of the scale), it is a medical fact that sometimes, a malfunction or injury can cause a rising of awareness and “Intelligence”, like for instance, my third stroke in 2015 that was close to my Pineal Gland. Do the math.

My own cognitive assessment is my writing has dramatically improved since I began my website in January 2016. Could my brain someday be studied, and the results written in medical journals? A cure for stupidity? No offense. I’ve always reserved the word STUPID for those poor people that can’t help themselves, incurable. Then there’s the word MORON or  sometimes substituted, IDIOT, or the harsher, more “intelligent” definition, IMBECILE. There’s tons of different adjectives you can use. I’ve narrowed mine down.

This can plague anyone regardless of level of intelligence. I have personally known PHD paper on the wall folks show their ignorance because they lacked COMMON SENSE. So, there you have it. In spite of Einstein-comparable intelligence, I’m STILL plagued with my own stupidity at times. The where to temporary house Ton Ton’s children until Paul gets HOPE RECUSE ready at his new acreage is solved, under my 5^th Wheel Trailer. Wil the dudes wake up at Midnight, maybe, maybe not, and wait for it…….I DON’T CARE! Who cares about birthdays anymore at my age? What’s next for me? Turning Crabgrass into Cannabis?

NightCafe did a great interpretation of my text prompt “EXPERIMENTAL ALIEN BRAIN SURGERY, Medical Textbook photographs, Album Cover art, no text 1900s photograph”. I LOVED the result so much, I just had to make a Meme out of it, which then turned into an epic essay for me.

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This YouTube video is short and a good eye-opener even if it’s REAL non-MSM news, or fake MSM controlled opposition news or whatever.

I have been holding back my thoughts or opinions on this Andrew Tate dude bullshit simply because I was not a fan, and had no clue who or what he is/was until he was arrested in Bulgaria or Romania, or wherever somewhere in the former Soviet Union’s states or territories.

In the beginning of my viewing of this video on Andrew Tate, the only thing going through my mind was that somewhere in the past year or so that the “Andrew Tate” bullshit has been pepper-spraying all of us that are on the internet. So, being totally clueless except for that one memory of someone mentioning the words Child Trafficking”. My uninformed mind and justified attitude towards this totally unknown dude to me was a few expleted deleteds, coming to mind.

This slime-ball Andrew Tate (and his brother), Andrew being a World Champion Kickboxer, and I’m a 75–year-old, retired dude living in the Mojave Desert…..

I could maybe still kick his fucking ass. Tell him to look me up if what I say offends him. I know I can’t kick his ass, but face-to-face at a poke table or on my living room couch, I’d talk him to death. I’m the King of Poker Table Chat. Good luck, Andrew.

Not debating his legal problems, more a discussion of life itself. Find out what really makes him tick (or ticked off), and possibly try to figure out his mental condition, what psychological issues were plaguing him. To try to help him.

If he and his brother really did what their accused of, running an illegal prostitution operation with women over the age of 18…..who cares? Shit! I’d invest in a legal Bunny Ranch here in the desert but there’s no market. We’re too far out in the desert (not too old though).

In Tate’s case, nothing can really help him except a long prison cell, anywhere…..if he is guilty of child trafficking. Right? I have seen no evidence of that yet, so now this whole Andrew Tate issue is worth more of my time. Who knows? At the end of this writing journey maybe I’ll be inviting Andrew over for a Hawaiian Pig Roast End of Summer Get/Together Celebration.

Because now this information that you’re about to view on this YouTube provides information to me now in flip-flop fashion, and it should enlighten everyone else who watches this video as well, who were praying really hard for his death (religious people) or just fans of his career in martial arts, blindly supporting poor Andrew Tate. Or, had no clue like me. Early on, I started getting suspicious about the sheer numbers of all media interviewing him/allowing him hours and hours of one-sided free publicity for him, watching his clips of him on major podcasts, briefly from time to time, and a few re-plays of his own podcast show.

I confess, out of ignorance at first, I HAD been leaning towards pedophile-ring kind of H:human Trafficking” because I had no clue. Ignorance is no excuse when a man’s reputation and life is at stake. Wither he’s guilty of running a high-end Call Girl (hooker to us old farts) operation wherever he was, or he may be innocent of all charges, and he’s still an obnoxious prick because of his psychosis , certainly no Joe Rogan.

Yes, he’s still a loud-mouthed, egotistical brat who loves to hear himself talk, (he’s no Hulk Hogan) and I guess that’s what Macho is all about, BUT, and it’s a BIG BUT, I’d rather be a quiet man carrying a Big STICK (or a semi-automatic turned full) with a little bit of wisdom, knowing that he  would knock me out in a second . I have found no evidence of this modern day pimp being involved with the trafficking of children like we see it and think of it, you know, babies to young teen age.

Andrew, the Hawaiian Pig Roast End of Summer Get/Together Celebration unfortunately, is a BYOB party.

Link to YouTube video about Andrew Tate and his brother: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yzVYxFQqMY

Link to Forbes Magazine List of Romanian Charges: https://www.forbes.com/sites/conormurray/2023/02/01/andrew-tate-again-appeals-romanian-detention-his-human-trafficking-charges-explained-and-a-timeline-of-the-social-media-stars-controversies/?sh=5879cdae4e6e

NightCafe image here did a great interpretation of my text prompt (hookers on stairs, plus a lot more). I LOVED the result so much, I just had to do a little Photoshopping on it. In real life, my ancestors on my father’s side were the Gulbransen’s from Norway. I’m a Viking through and through.

We are now planning to leave this property because someone had turned us in as operating a “Trailer Park” without the proper license and zoning. Paul now has the new location for HOPE REXCUE The official serving of papers still may not happen because the county gal that Paul spoke to in person was 100% on the side of HOPE RESCUE. She did everything in her power to try to help Paul figure a way out of this mess we’re in. My optimism tells me that the people responsible for serving Paul hold off as long as they can, after THEY find out what this is all about. A grieving couple with PTSD whose son came home in a black rubber bag from Afghanistan. I’m still trying to figure out how to help Joe and his wife get treatment. So, THIS post, I’m asking al my faithful friends that come to my website on a daily basis to contribute ANYTHING you can to saving HOPE RESCUE, two dudes living on Social Security, our families,  and Ton Ton and his children. My PayPal link is further down this page. Thank you!

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TLDR!

Note: The following was either off the Mayo Clinic website or one of the other trusted sources for information on everything medical, from soup to nuts. I just couldn’t find my source when I went back to my iPhone. Trust me, this info is readily available anywhere for those who are practitioners or someone who is curious.

TLDR whoops! ADHD Description:

chronic condition including attention difficulty, hyperactivity, and impulsiveness.

ADHD often begins in childhood and can persist into adulthood. It may contribute to low self-esteem, troubled relationships, and difficulty at school or work.

Very common. More than 3 million US cases per year

Treatment can help, but this condition can’t be cured

Chronic: can last for years or be lifelong

Requires a medical diagnosis

 

On Facebook, very few of my readers complain that my posts are way too long. I think it’s just been two friends (dudes) Hahahaha!

When he typed in , “STOP WITH YOUR SHIT NOBODY READS THIS SHIT ANYWAY! TLDR”.

The TLDR is a gamer’s phrase for “TOO LONG DIDNT READ” as if he were bragging to the public audience that he’s the clever one when in fact, he’s exposing his ADD to a worldwide audience! Hahahaha! I laughed out loud when I first read his “educated” comment.

The only way I can explain it to him as I  am typing my response back to him after giving his comment a true “Laughy Face” instead of an angry face as I point out the very category Facebook is in, “Social” “Media”.

My normal readers/friends who do not suffer with ADD ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER WHICH IS WHY THIS PORTION OF MY RESPONSE TO YOU IS ALL IN CAPS NOW THAT PERHAPS I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION Social Media is NOT some video game and Facebook is not Discord, and if you are not already aware of your common symptom, please seek professional counseling/care.

Oh, almost forgot to answer you back when you complained about the length of my sometimes funny sometimes educational posts. My response in caps……Wait for it….

I DON’T CARE!

 

 

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Postscript: The majority of my friends/readers of my posts that DO enjoy my writing style and stories support me on Facebook, just by sharing my posts, do so BECAUSE they love the art of reading.

They may not have a 1,000 square of library in their home, few have, they are all my friends on “Social Media” that like or live my schtick. I’m not telling you to go back to your gaming world, I’m saying you need a therapist. Good night! Peace!…….

As I clicked on the “reply” button, I thought, gee, this whole story the preceding, might make it as a PSA and for those that DO read my writing, a lightbulb might go on in YOUR head explaining why your sister or just someone you know and love is not a good time in a one-on-one conversation.

Brothers & Sisters who are suffering from ADD that didn’t skip all the paragraphs and came right to the end as I planned it, We all are believing that the Meds will help your brother or sister, or someone you know suffering with ADHD.

Believe it or not, it’s not that my readership (counting my website at 1.5 million visits from 181 countries since January of 2016).

They’re not purposefully reading my Facebook posts avoiding paying for my book cause it’s not out just yet.

I’m not yet negotiating with a major publication/magazine to publish an on-going collection of my favorite stories and schtick.–

ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder now know as ADHD add the hyper-activity, is hard to deal with sometimes in day-to-day life if someone you live with like a child, spouse or friend, suffers with it. There IS hope? Nahhh, the only hope I believe in is HOPE RESCUE.

I prefer to be optimistic rather than hopeful. When learning to deal with/accommodate/help someone close to you like a brother with ADHD, the secret is to be patient and understanding. It’s all good after that. The NightCafe image here didn’t quite interpret my text prompt (younger man) but the result speaks to the point that people of all ages suffer from ADHD. Joe and his lovely wife are coming to the Hawaiian Pig Roast Feast that Paul is having towards the end of August.

We are now planning to leave this property because someone had turned us in as operating a “Trailer Park” without the proper license and zoning. Paul now has the new location for HOPE REXCUE The official serving of papers still may not happen because the county gal that Paul spoke to in person was 100% on the side of HOPE RESCUE. She did everything in her power to try to help Paul figure a way out of this mess we’re in. My optimism tells me that the people responsible for serving Paul hold off as long as they can, after THEY find out what this is all about. A grieving couple with PTSD whose son came home in a black rubber bag from Afghanistan. I’m still trying to figure out how to help Joe and his wife get treatment. So, THIS post, I’m asking al my faithful friends that come to my website on a daily basis to contribute ANYTHING you can to saving HOPE RESCUE, two dudes living on Social Security, our families,  and Ton Ton and his children. My PayPal link is further down this page. Thank you!

This essay was brought to you by those wonderfully visionaries at IRTHKOIN. The Evolutionary Crypto-Currency coming soon to your laptop, computer, and cellphone, stay tuned for news.

 

 

 

 

 

 

See my AI music and art at my YouTube channel here:  https://www.youtube.com/@music-art-theunknownsockpuppet

Visit my Spotify Channel for my AI created music as well, distributed by Distrokid to Amazon as well as 20 other platforms, here: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1ChRyiBPXTVraeCw6lpLKx

Visit my Spotify Channel Poker School here:  https://open.spotify.com/show/2oC0tzuIu6QjkJVhDG3Pfb

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It’s Thursday, the 27th of July, 2023, the day Paul drove to Las Vegas to sign the contract and pay for this little over an acre of PARADISE, if one could call the upper desert near the north end of the Grand Canyon “Paradise”….

 I mean, DESERT! I’m purposely digressing here for a moment. An area of Mojave County near Lake Meade that has small towns like Meadview and Dolan Springs with 99% of the total population is within in earshot of neighbor’s barking dogs, the occasional gunfire because someone is killing a snake or a Democrat (just kidding), poisonous or not, traffic noise on Pierce Ferry Road, especially the Grand Canyon Tour Buses out of Las Vegas with constant noise? No, just every twenty minutes coming or going. Really nice million-dollar tour coaches carrying a lot of Japanese tourists with Nikons hanging around their neck, hahahaha! See! I gotcha! You thought I was being racist.

In actuality, the demographics of the famous Grand Canyon Sky Walk (insert photo) is like as if the entire membership of the United Nations, and their families took a trip to Las Vegas in July and decided to go see the Grand Canyon. Folks, we are talking one million visitors a year, from al parts of the world besides the U. S.

Moral of story. Paul’s new spot for HOPE RESCUE (Hope was his mother’s name) is REALLY remote ALMOST totally off-grid…..Except it does have power to the property line.

Back to the rattlesnake. When Bobby was telling me the story this morning, I had asked if he used the blade of his shovel or his .45, (nah not for a snake), or a shotgun. The following part he described made me utter/speak out, “Now, THAT’S A GREAT STORY, going on my Bobby’s Stories on my website. And that’s what first fueled my inspiration.

I had seen this picture that Bobby had posted of the snake lying headless on the floor, BUT, and it’s a BIG BUT, my vision isn’t quite what it used to be, even with my reading glasses on. I had not noticed that the rattler’s tail, you know, why they are called “Rattle” snakes, was missing. I looked at the image on my phone again, and sure enough, the head and tail (“rattle”) was missing. “I just used my .22”, Bobby said.

Me, I’m old school, I’m thinking Ruger single-shot bolt-action and no scope, so I’m thinking, Bobby is a reincarnation of BUFFALO BILL so I say, “Amazing marksmanship Bobby”, and he says, “Not really. I used my scope and zoomed in on that critter’s head”……and I laughed out loud as I had been thinking, “Jesus! Bobby could be as good a shot as I am”……

Through the head, through the stomach, and through the rattle exactly at the spinal joint where the tail meets the body. Head and stomach I can see that being from a single shot, but then piercing the rattle joint precisely where it is attached to the body? Miracle shot. That rattle was blown so far away, most likely intact, that that was the end of the story. He searched the area and could not find it. THAT kind of remote for Paul’s new property and we’ll only be 2-1/2 miles from Bobby’s house (a real house, with kitchen, bathtub, living room, etcetera).

We WERE multi-tasking. As we looked at this new piece of Paradise, we had a smoke sesh. Note: For those few amongst my friends who read my stories, that do not know what a “Smoke Sesh” or just “Sesh” is, it’s not a rite or ritual of some sort, it’s just a group of two or more stoner friends passing a pipe full of great weed back and forth sometimes forgetting clockwise from counterclockwise direction for the passage of the pipe, called bowl, bong, or joint. Whatever you are sharing.

Sooooo,  what do I do when I get stoned? I write. I continued on with Bobby, “So awesome! I’ll be able to walk to your house!”….Paul, who most of the time I can fool with my schtick, thinking I was serious, says, “It’s two and a half miles Doc, hahaha”, and I said to PAUL, “Duufus. I was saying in my own way, that YOU’RE the one that will be attempting to walk over to Bobby’s some day. Shoot, Bobby might walk over here once in a while”….Bobby says , “Nope. Me got 4WD truck” and I laughed.

 

So I took it a bit further, as I’m verbally telling the guys, “So, Paul says he’s going to walk over to Bobby’s”. He leaves at 11:00 AM. It’s only 99 degrees with a wonderful breeze. Bobby is obviously expecting him in five minutes because he naturally assumed that Paul is taking his car. After three hours, Bobby texted me, “IS PAULIE THERE STILL? HE HAS NOT RESPONDED TO MY PHONE CALLS”. Holy Baloney! I think Paul’s in trouble. Snake maybe? It took three minutes for Bobby to reach poor Paul (I had politely recommended that Paul drive instead of walk), lying face down on the shitty excuse for a road. Bobby was giving Paul some water in the rear seat of his truck when I arrived in MY car (which still has a dead battery in it), and brought the lifesaving medication, some awesome weed and my bowl.

Most of the preceding was pure fiction of course, but as we were heading back home to drop me off and head to Vegas, I continued to ramble on as Paul was driving….”Imagine this next scene in my mock documentary film: the seller of the property is not sitting on pins and needles waiting for you to show up. You’ve talked to them, and told them that you will call them when you get close to Vegas. But, and it’s not a big but this time, what about this scenario”? Conversation between husband and wife: “FUCK Alice. He hasn’t called and it’s almost six PM. Did he get in a car accident or just shined us on?”….

After handing Paul the bowl for a third hit and pouring a little water on his head, I walked over to the area where he had been lying, passed out from heat exhaustion (107), and found his phone.

George Spinnerwinkle said, “Hello? Is that you Paul? Alice and I were about to call the Nevada Highway Patrol”, I said, “No, this is Paul’s older brother Tom. Paul’s alright, now. We found him unconscious this morning because he attempted to walk over to a friend’s house in the desert near your property because he’s ONLY, 2-1/2 miles away. I would have called you this morning except Paul’s cellphone battery was dead when we found him, so I had no clue how to get a hold of you. I sure you must have been thinking the worse scenario”.

Kind of like that for a silly fictional scene/scenario for the mock-documentary that I’m going to produce some day about HOPE RESCUE.

This essay is ALL about Paul’s vision/dream for HOPE RESCUE and….Here’s a “Wait for it”…..Getting away from the….Miserable road we live on, and the absolute nut-case of a neighborhood and the fact that the county COULD serve him the “Shut down your trailer park” papers because the neighbor with PTSD notified them. My gut feel is that they will never serve Paul, BECAUSE they know about HOPE RESCUE and Paul’s on-going work with re-homing dogs when he can’t find the owners.

So, full-circle back to the beginning of this story, AND, the end.

Paul, Bobby, Ton Ton and I were taking a look at Paul’s new land prior to him driving to Las Vegas to meet with the seller and sign the contract, I said, PARADISE earlier because this great piece of desert IS beautiful, if you dig the desert life-style, and it’s far enough away from civilization that we don’t have to worry about neighbors with PTSD because their son came home in a black rubber bag from Afghanistan, other neighbor’s dogs, and just other neighbors, one of which is just pure evil.

I have no clue what psychosis she is troubled with/ suffering from. The neighbor across the road is nice, but this sick woman on her property is now trying to stick roots down like homesteading or something by not paying rent to park her motorhome there, and using our neighbor’s electricity. Makes sense to ME for us to move, it’s like a weird, old farts version of Peyton Place. Threats of “I’ll kill all you Cock-Suckers” kind of makes the average person a little uncomfortable.

All said, this is a beautiful location. We’ll be taking lots of still shots as we progress which I will be including in my soon to be released award winning film to show/share with all our friends and families, how beautiful this land is.

And…were 2 1/2 miles from Bobby ‘s house Paul’s best friend, good friend of Paul’s new land is this lot is about 2 1/2 miles to Bobby ‘s house.

Finally friends, this wasn’t about the snake, or the fictitious schtick I added to the story. It’s ALL about HOPE RESCUE. Paul’s dream of having a place where he can feel safe with his animal rescue operations…..I just take his vision and add optimism.

I see HOPE RESCUE eventually buying the four acres adjacent to Paul’s land, someday with a barn for wild Burros, horses, goats (we have two already), a pig pen, a chicken coop for Ton Ton’s rare exotic chickens that lay multi-different colored eggs, and a beautiful fenced in doggie park with ramps for the doggies to run on and play, three or four dog houses, perhaps a small veterinarian clinic area where the visiting vets can do their job occasionally as needed on the temporary, rescued dogs….AND, a small pony-ride ring for the children that visit with their parents. Can’t forget the in-ground swimming pool & spa jacuzzi (optional).

We can’t legally accept charitable contributions yet because we don’t have the 501C-3 in place, but we CAN accept pro-bono legal help to set it up. So, if you know of an attorney that would be willing to do that, have them contact me directly. Small donations like the cost of a Starbucks is welcome, and if you are financially inclined to donate larger sums of charity, it’s PROBABLY acceptable but I need advice from an attorney on that issue. Thank you all, and a special thanks for all of you who see the vision of HOPE RANCH and have already participated.

We are now planning to leave this property because someone had turned us in as operating a “Trailer Park” without the proper license and zoning. Paul now has the new location for HOPE REXCUE The official serving of papers still may not happen because the county gal that Paul spoke to in person was 100% on the side of HOPE RESCUE. She did everything in her power to try to help Paul figure a way out of this mess we’re in. My optimism tells me that the people responsible for serving Paul hold off as long as they can, after THEY find out what this is all about. A grieving couple with PTSD whose son came home in a black rubber bag from Afghanistan. I’m still trying to figure out how to help Joe and his wife get treatment. So, THIS post, I’m asking al my faithful friends that come to my website on a daily basis to contribute ANYTHING you can to saving HOPE RESCUE, two dudes living on Social Security, our families,  and Ton Ton and his children. My PayPal link is further down this page. Thank you!

This essay was brought to you by those wonderfully visionaries at IRTHKOIN. The Evolutionary Crypto-Currency coming soon to your laptop, computer, and cellphone, stay tuned for news.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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First, let me make it clear I’m 75 years old and a week and I’m not a gamer, I’m a bonefish Whoops, I mean “bona-fide”, the real deal maybe as am ultimate fan of GTA-5, and not JUST a crazy old fart sitting on the deck of his 3,698 foot yacht named The Unknown Sock Puppet.

Bonafide

adjective

Genuine; real, ”only Bona fide Members of the Company, organization, group of people, etcetera, are allowed to accurately describe or write about, GTA-5″

In other words, I’m not a member of ANY group, anywhere in the world that aren’t/isn’t “Bona-fide” to me in any subject.

In the gaming world, there are several games in my tom-ten as
for the “Entertainment” value, AS a non-gamer. I’ve narrowed it down to the top three GTA-5, Microsoft Fight Simulator, and Red Dead Redemption 2.

My top three games in life in category from the top down, at number one is, HOW TO LIVE A WONDERFUL LIFE WHILTS BEING PUMMELED BY THE IDIOTS, MORONS, AND THOSE WHO ARE TRULY AFFECTED WITH STUPIDITY.

We we’re having a sesh, and Paul asked me to go to Discord because he was streaming GTA5. Which IS my number one video “game” in MY top three games that my brother “plays”. I put “game” in quotes because GTA-5 is much more than just another video “game’.

If I were to have been on the team that first created the legendary General Mills cereal TRIX ARE FOR KIDS in 1954, I would be been talking about “Branding” which I am actually, as a “Branding” study and unpaid endorsement of this GTA-5, the current and latest version of the GRAND THEFT AUTO empire.

Produced in 1954 TRIX. was the first fruit-flavored cereal on the market. The original round corn puffs came in three colors: raspberry red, orange orange, and lemony yellow. The cereal was advertised as being enjoyable at breakfast or as a quick snack (munchie for potheads) right out of the box. As a kid, I remember we all interpreted “TRIX” to mean practical joke “Tricks”, like finding a three inch-deep pile of horse shit in your rubber boots in the winter.

So, as a really bad joke I blurted out when we were almost to the agreed-upon final name for a revolutionary new food for children and Beatniks (pre-hippie).

“Actually, I didn’t blurt it out, I was the last person to speak in our group of seven of the best Marketing/Ad Agency players in the business that worked for General Mills at that time (1954). It took us a few weeks to decide on a name for the cereal. Note: This experience was shared with me a long time ago by the real dude that gave the thumbs up to TRIX ARE FOR KIDS.

I was the top of the Totem/Pole as we used to say, so, yes, the other six people were anxious to see if I would give it the thumbs up or down and maybe say something as a thank you to my team for coming up with one of the most genius General Mills Brand Names of all time”………

Wait for it, slowly and seriously spoken like a Guru, like you know, that dude that owns 150 Rolls Royce and Clint Eastwood, combined, I spoke.

TRIX ARE FOUR KIDS IN A BATHTUB IF YOU WANT TO GO THE PEDO DIRECTION, OR, TRIX ARE FOUR KIDS IN THE TRUNK OF A CHEVY that were ACCIDENTLY killed in that trunk when the U. S. Border Patrol fired into said trunk because instead of giving up and surrendering to a good place for you AND your four kids, you got it mixed up in your drug-rattled brain for a moment and thought about that trunk full of cocaine, from your last successful trip, momentarily forgetting your four boys in the trunk because you’re NOT some poor young Mexican dude who wasn’t smuggling his four little boys in a Pedo Club for the rich and famous, you were the father of the four boys, and he kept his cool because his gift from all of us is his incredible work undercover to get the goods on the major source of disappearing Mexican children, from newborns for the organs and blood these devils harvest at $5000 Gazillion Dollars in annual revenue…..to boys AND girls no older than nine year olds…….Smiles on the older staff, horror on the face of a newbie, a brilliant young woman straight out of Stanford.

I’m speculating that a majority of the pedophiles like fucking the young boys versus horny18 year-olds where maybe the Pedo shit is morphing into homosexuality.

I guess to end this long story made slightly longer as I magically keep typing), “One of the most genius General Mills products and “Branding” of all time, TRIX WERE FOUR KIDS IN THE TRUNK OF A CHEVY that were killed in that trunk when the U. S. Border Patrol fired into said trunk.

Now, I said all that to get to the reason and inspiration for this epic essay and review that now for sure, will be posted on my website before sharing it on social media. GRAND THEFT AUTO FIVE, and my bro was actually giving grandpa a treat by sharing it on Discord.

I have been hooked on this game for over two years now, and I still have never “played”, the “game”. I consider myself to be a Bona-fide Fan in appreciation for all the technical and creative aspects that made this the greatest game on the planet with 2.8 Billion with a “B” people who are called, “Gamers” by the gaming community. Community? Shit. Larger than the population of the top twenty most populated cities, combined, compared to the in the world numbers of “Gamers”. With GTA-5, do the math

I can sit back and just chill out to the nightclub DJ who although a CGI on screen IN the game, this particular DJ is a real live creator who’s playing. In YOUR game, HIS original music. That writer/musician I’m sure is very wealthy via his earnings off the music that is playing on all 1,687,398 player’s’ gaming stations, and laptops, and even cellphones as the “gamers”, are playing GTA-5 right this very moment. Do the math,. Now, how fucking genius is that? As a player of the game, you actually can play your own music on the Taxi’s radio. Which brings me TO the taxi, and the DOCSAXE Award for the best genius four words ever assembled in ANY language.

The taxi driver leans his body around and says, “MY TIME, YOUR MONEY! In responding to you, the player in the game….the Mafia-Type Boss who owns my favorite casino in the movie. SEE! There, I said it. Grand Theft Auto Five is for me, entertaining LIKE watching a movie. I’m not dissecting and chopping up the movie, I’m studying the technical and marketing moves and decisions that guaranteed it will always be number one on the all-time video games list, as I did for the TRIX comparison.

We are at version five. I can hardly wait for them to release GTA-6. Will they finally add my SMELL-O VISION?

Talking about my invention here, I’m trying to get people interested in helping me convince owners of GTA-5 game, to license my SMELL-O VISION and brand it The GTA-6 Official “Smell-O Vision Machine”, a battery-operated six-inch square shiny black box that dispenses various smells, beginning of course with the slight perfumy smell of Old Spice, tied to the scene in GTA-5  of the main character placing $10,000 on Number 17 for me. Everyone who knows me knows that story.

The lab specialists/scientists HAVE to add the smell of freshly-mowed grass on a hill in San Francisco in honor of the hippies in the 60’s. That becomes one of the top sellers to hippies, stoners, well, here we go. In a few paragraphs I’ll give you more names.

 I don’t think there’s a question about it. We HAVE to have the essence of a really bad, juicy farts. I won’t license my invention WITHOUT written agreement to add the ONLY official Fart smell in liquid form that can officially be used in my machine. I have to bite the bullet and give it my official sniff, but that’s the only one.

I’m sure you guys and gals sniffed over twenty distinctively different farts for the team. The product launch team have been around my farts, so they know what I like, “Hey Alice, can you help me here for a minute” as I’m standing at the water cooler pretending that I can’t get a cup out, and fart just as she is reaching for the cup dispenser.

Timing is sometimes critical when doing this in real life versus the reason for a Fart smell in the application of it in a living room full of Stoners. SMELL-O VISION OFFICIAL FART SMELL WITH PRE-PROGRAMMED SOUND is used with our optional single-oil capacity octagon which is a small enough device that it can be stuck in-between cushions on a sofa, or secured with our Velcro Kit for semi-permanent installation under an easy chair.

Phew! I said all that to tell you the best way to cause an idiot who is 420 friendly, to leave and go home is when I put press a digital button on my iPhone and a healthy enough dose of FART #7 whiffs into the air surrounding the idiot enough to cause him to either leave on his own accord  because the Moron is stoned enough to think he just  shit himself, the smell was so foul, and he just figured it was had to be him, because of the proximity of the smell………Or if he refuses to be embarrassed and waves his arms around further spreading FART #7, as you, the host just explain/convince the asshole to “ Look pal, we all love you, but ya gotta leave, please! You smell like shit dude. I think you shit your pants. Go home, spare us”, as you have politely and civilly removed the pain in everyone’s ass while everyone else was outside on the patio for cigarette breaks and also to avoid FART #7.

You can get those essential oils for your “Smell Box” as they become known and a common addition to any gamers station. Yes, the Chinese knock-offs are shitty compared to my device. They DO produce some great fart smells though, so I’m thinking about letting the public buy the Chinese farts without voiding their warranty. I’m not a gamer. I want to make sure that all the best-selling fragrances are available for the official SMELL-O VISION MACHINE.

Changed the shape just now. Not some lack-luster plastic device that you have to use extension cords to power the thing, my device costs $1,500.00 retail on Amazon and is like a miniature octagon-shaped device about six inches in girth, similar to a small Bluetooth speaker in size, with doors and trays that open and close.

For just $100 more, you can order or select off the shelf at Walmart, an optional version with CD/DVD Player/with projector lens for projecting on walls or ceiling (depending on wither your own part of the party has moved to your bed.

THE OFFICIAL GTA-6 SMELL-O VISION MACHINE! No, I’m not obsessed with the game I haven’t watched it in over a year. I’m watching and writing this article ABOUT the game, and how it inspires me, to optimistically encourage and inspire others to play/watch this King Of The Hill of all-time video games, Grand Theft Auto 5. This has been an unsolicited/unpaid essay on GTA-5,

Lastly, go see AND SUPPORT, that powerful documentary SOUND OF FREEDOM. Human Trafficking is real folks, and that idiot who his his four sons in the trunk of his car is fiction not to far from truth. Let me know what YOU think about GTA-5 and the gaming industry in general.

We may, or may not have to leave this property because someone has turned us in as operating a “Trailer Park” without the proper license and zoning. May not because the county gal that Paul spoke to in person was 100% on the side of HOPE RESCUE. She did everything in her power to try to help Paul figure a way out of this mess we’re in. My optimism tells me that the people responsible for serving Paul hold off as long as they can, after THEY find out what this is all about. A grieving couple with PTSD whose son came home in a black rubber bag from Afghanistan. I’m still trying to figure out how to help Joe and his wife get treatment. So, THIS post, I’m asking al my faithful friends that come to my website on a daily basis to contribute ANYTHING you can to saving HOPE RESCUE, two dudes living on Social Security, our families,  and Ton Ton and his children. My PayPal link is further down this page. Thank you!

This essay was brought to you by those wonderfully visionaries at IRTHKOIN. The Evolutionary Crypto-Currency coming soon to your laptop, computer, and cellphone, stay tuned for news.

 

 

 

 

 

 

See my AI music and art at my YouTube channel here:  https://www.youtube.com/@music-art-theunknownsockpuppet

Visit my Spotify Channel for my AI created music as well, distributed by Distrokid to Amazon as well as 20 other platforms, here: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1ChRyiBPXTVraeCw6lpLKx

Visit my Spotify Channel Poker School here:  https://open.spotify.com/show/2oC0tzuIu6QjkJVhDG3Pfb

Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

 

 

“This device goes in your ear, and this one goes in your rear”, the CIA Medical Dude said. “This is the standard LTS Model 3 earbud that clips on the earlobe of your right or left ear. It can receive transmissions from ten blocks away. Our brand-spanking new RS-3SR mini-mike is capable of recording conversations within a range of 19 feet. It’s slightly uncomfortable, but don’t eat within 24 hours before insertion”.

Note: Back in the old days, you NEVER saw an agent wearing two earbuds. Imagine how confusing that would be, two separate voices giving info, talking at the same time. Never happens.

Except for, the dudes wearing two earbuds in those Faith/Healer Televangelists events.

One earbud was the control area where they counted the money, looked at the highest check amount for the name, and read the prayer requests. The other earbud was the control agent in the auditorium.

All healings are from God” says, Doctor Reverend Prophet Bishop Isaiah Prayer. The dude in the $4,500 Armani suit.

Isaiah, who has worked up the crowd of about 2,500 or so “believers” who have come to be miraculously healed after the ten-person Gospel Group has sang and led the audience in veracious songs about Jesus, Or came to watch the spectacle of it. The good shit is towards the end, after a very insightful sermon about how God, CAN’T help/heal those that cheat “God” of HIS money.

People who truly “Believe” that this “Man of God” has the Holier than thou…..Whoops! I meant, “Holy Spirit” coming down from the heavens to speak only to him are victims. ALL of them.

He hears in his right earbud, “Name Sally Wedgeworth. She’s 58, has a terminal brain tumor. Husband died two years ago. No children or other family. She’s worth $683 million dollars”. The left earbud, “I found her. She’s over here in Section 29”.

From the moment the anxious “Christians” we’re entering the auditorium, the back office team were already at work on their laptops researching the main healing for the evening, Sally Wedgeworth. There are always two, maybe three other healings besides the “Main Event “.

Two of those were usually the “Wheelchair Roll-Ups, and the two “Devine Call-Outs from Doctor Isaiah Prayer, Sally, and some Biker dude dressed like a poor farmer with a hearing defect. He was paid $500. Miraculously, his hearung was restored. Pretty good for one night’s work.

Of course, if you’re in the back-office control/money count area, you have been doing the due diligence on the Star of this ungodly show, Sally Wedgeworth on your computer.

Just when you think you’ve seen/filmed it all, (you’re from a documentary film company), Doctor Reverend Prophet Bishop Isaiah Prayer, goes into a semi-conscious convulsive state and yells out, “The Holy Spider (whoops, I mean “Spirit”), is seeing you and listening to your prayer dear one”.

“Wait…..(as he pretends he’s listening to some other-worldly voice), SALLY! Is there a SALLY HERE TONIGHT!!??….YOU HAVE SOME KIND OF TERMINAL AFFLICTION and OUR GOD IS WAITING TO HEAL YOU”. These charlatans love that word affliction, It rolls off the tongue so well…..”AF-FLIC-SHUN”,

As Prophet Prayer (as he’s called by many) turns towards his left, he sticks his right arm out as if it was a sword and with his right finger points directly at Sally and screams like a banshee, “Sally! Bring Sally down here! RISE UP SALLY! Jesus our God wants to heal you”.

Now, Sally, who was a devout brainwashed Baptist, really was excited. She had been going to the Doctor Reverend Prophet Bishop Isaiah Prayer’s Faith/Healing services for three years. She KNEW that the reason her husband was not healed and died. His company made WMD in the form of biological pharmaceuticals. Go figure.

Sally enjoyed being a part of the “Rich & Famous” community, but she still loved Jesus, and really thought her healing was at hand.

Specifically, the right hand of Doctor Prophet Prayer, i.e., the hand that pushed her so hard she tripped over the foot of a stage hand dressed in the finest Sears fashion, dark grey suit and light blue tie.

After a few minutes of whooping and hollering, singing and dancing by the audience, and the prancing around the stage of the Gospel Band, (they play “Bringing in the Sheep (not sheaves). The final of the two offerings are taken. The exhausted Doctor Reverend Prophet Bishop Isaiah Prayer is led off the stage by twelve  “Elders”.

Take that night including Sally’s check for $1 million dollars, is $1,097, 687 and 47 cents. Main Stream Media never covers these thriving/thieving lying asswipes.

Everyone there that evening truly believed that Sally and the other three people were miraculously healed by God.

None of them ever found out that Sally died of her tumor six months later after she had left the bulk of her $683 million estate to…..Wait for it…..”The Doctor Reverend Prophet Bishop Isaiah Prayer Evangelistic Association”.

True story? Vote on it. What do YOU think? Remember now, I was a Gospel Singer back in the day, so I may or may not have been inspired today because of the great Vape Pen that Paul had passed to me…..And/or, I have some experience-based knowledge that I wrote about.

As I was holding down the little button, with the end pointing at Paul (for him to indicate if the red light was on as I was sucking on the vape, as I was sucking in hard, the look on his face and his right finger in the air, for sure indicated to me he was about to say, “Nope. Give to me and I’ll get’r started”.

Well, I then put what I call, a “Paul Suck” on this vape,  and actually experienced the biggest “Willy” (named after Willy Nelson) that I had ever taken. I coughed for a few minutes and wrote this story for three hours.

Last word. Why in the hell did the designer put the red light on the end where you, the person taking a the hit, can’t see it?

Postscript: Although I’ve been an Atheist most of my life because of something called Common Sense, there HAVE been miracle healings throughout our history as a species. Most of them, in fact ALL of them have been explainable scientifically and medically.

No one in history has ever been healed of something medically /scientifically impossible, like a severed head. Great strain.

The spy with the RS-3SR mini-microphone placed up his ass about an inch was never discovered by the Russian Mob or, the KGB.

The plans for the Soviets to finally give up and exit Afghanistan were part of a major intel-gathering operation by the CIA.

Doctor Reverend Prophet Bishop Isaiah Prayer (pronounced, I-SAY-A- PRAYER) was eventually caught with his pants down, literally, with a 15-year-old girl.

We may, or may not have to leave this property because someone has turned us in as operating a “Trailer Park” without the proper license and zoning. May not because the county gal that Paul spoke to in person was 100% on the side of HOPE RESCUE. She did everything in her power to try to help Paul figure a way out of this mess we’re in. My optimism tells me that the people responsible for serving Paul hold off as long as they can, after THEY find out what this is all about. A grieving couple with PTSD whose son came home in a black rubber bag from Afghanistan. I’m still trying to figure out how to help Joe and his wife get treatment. So, THIS post, I’m asking al my faithful friends that come to my website on a daily basis to contribute ANYTHING you can to saving HOPE RESCUE, two dudes living on Social Security, our families,  and Ton Ton and his children. My PayPal link is further down this page. Thank you!

This essay was brought to you by those wonderfully visionaries at IRTHKOIN. The Evolutionary Crypto-Currency coming soon to your laptop, computer, and cellphone, stay tuned for news.

 

 

 

 

 

 

See my AI music and art at my YouTube channel here:  https://www.youtube.com/@music-art-theunknownsockpuppet

Visit my Spotify Channel for my AI created music as well, distributed by Distrokid to Amazon as well as 20 other platforms, here: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1ChRyiBPXTVraeCw6lpLKx

Visit my Spotify Channel Poker School here:  https://open.spotify.com/show/2oC0tzuIu6QjkJVhDG3Pfb

Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

 

 

A new statuette created with the AI-Art Generator NightCafé.

The very first award for being the most optimistic dude on the planet……

CLOSE IN TO CENTER STAGE where my  brother Paul and the actress Michelle Pfeiffer is on the stage at the microphone at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville.

Paul ends his brief eulogy to slight murmurs throughout the audience….JUST KIDDING as Paul would say. Not a goodbye you old fart type of introduction. After all, this IS an Awards Show.

Actually, Paul’s hilarious stories cracked up the audience so much that even Pierce Brosnan got tears in his eyes. Then Michelle, who had listened and laughed along with the audience, stepped forward slightly up to the microphone.

Michelle proudly says, “The VERY first DocSaxe award goes to……”DR. THOMAS CHARLES SAXE”! 

Now, the full-circle on this one is quite hilarious, because throughout my career in Social Media slinging my schtick, AND the fact that I have a LOT of friends via my website that is soon to reach 1.5 million readers from 181 countries, I do have friends that actually believe for example, that I placed a live Armadillo in the trunk of a 1968 Chevy Malibu SS, with a 396 and a 4-speed, with every intention of selling it to a zoo in Florida. For those readers from that part of the country, you know how fucking stupid THAT really is.

In defense somewhat, I was a country boy from Minnesota and had ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING CLUE what an Armadillo was.

When I saw it crossing the road ahead of my headlights at three in the morning, I thought it was a dinosaur. Truth be known.

We didn’t have those fancy books called encyclopedias and dictionaries in grade school, and I don’t recall having ever seen a picture of an Armadillo all the way through high school.

Back then, we weren’t in the school library studying and doing our homework (unless we were in detention after school was out).

We were in the boy’s room (bathroom) not the library, looking at titties in Reader’s Digest magazines mostly, because Playboy magazines were obviously banned under the penalty of exposure, expulsion, and slight embarrassment

If you were caught with ANY Porno magazines, you was dead meat as far as the school was concerned, to most of us 14-year-olds, one particular buddy DID get expelled, and went to work full-time at his father’s gas station. He was a hero amongst men..

Plus. those super-pious idiots that ran the school system could not ban or forbid us 14 year old boys that got Woodies from gazing in wonder at the images of topless African women in 1954 that were abundant back in the 50’s in Readers Digest Magazine especially.

Our family had a subscription, every one I knew received it in the mail at home. You just had to be at the mailbox when the mailman drove up so you could quickly scan for titties. If an issue was void of such, you brought ALL the mail to mom. I could quickly scan through a Readers Digest between the mailbox and the house. If I was lucky enough to be so blessed with these topless women, I stuck the magazine and took it up to my room. Mom would later ask the whereabouts of her magazine because my step-father really could care less about it. I responded more than once with a “I don’t know Mom, I’ll ask the postman about it tomorrow” with Dad winking. Hahahaha!

No, I had no clue about that animal that is as common as skunks and possum in Georgia. 

There is my story telling side which are bits and pieces of my life, and then there is my fictional writing. The DOCSAXE Award is a work of fiction, yet I have friends that will believe it’s true, and ask me for the date and time of the upcoming event (which will be produced by Elon Musk. Not! HAHAHA!

My fictional writing can be a ride in a flying saucer, or that  I have very good news about what I think will happen to our species. Fictional for now, but so was Jules Verne. Much of my writing is on serious topics.

In other words, I do have some friends like my friend Sally in Australia that actually believes to this day, that I took a six-month vaca on Planet Dork four years ago.

In other words, a small percentage of my readers DO sometimes confuse the truth with my fiction writing.

And now, to present the 2nd DOCSAXE award for Optimism, is Dr. Thomas Charles Saxe himself…..(standing ovation entrance, with much applause, cheers and whistling).

Full circle for this essay. I was forced by Mother Nature to spend an entire day with six dogs, and two humans. When the situation had calmed down a bit, I watched my brother Paul take a can opener and open up a can of raw corn well, maybe semi-cooked. He has Type Two Diabetes and he was hitting a sugar low.

I looked at him and said, “You know, we may not be wealthy, when it comes to food, you and I both know that our dogs and the other animals come first. We all strive to provide our pets (like our dogs), with the best  possible nourishment and the best physical and mental care possible, why not do the same for humans by caring, and through understanding? It starts with optimism. As I continued, “We are somewhat healthy, our dogs are happy, what more can we want?…..BUT, and it’s a BIG BUTT, with my optimism, I can see us dining on real food someday, cooked in a huge kitchen that serves the hungry folks in this area, and refrigerators? Mine needs work, yours need work, and they ARE RV sized and can’t fit much in, so, when you have the pig roasted, give all the meat to Bobby & Gina. I digress. I see you walking into a huge walk-in Freezer to get yourself a steak. Caviar and Champagne dreams on Food-Stamp budgets, right, hahahahahaha! I’m still alive at 75 is what I’ll be saying in nine more days”.

Then, as if this essay needed a punch-line I said, “You know, that freezer where we store the road-kill before we give them a decent burial”. Optimism or crazy? You decide. 

We may, or may not have to leave this property because someone has turned us in as operating a “Trailer Park” without the proper license and zoning. May not because the county gal that Paul spoke to in person was 100% on the side of HOPE RESCUE. She did everything in her power to try to help Paul figure a way out of this mess we’re in. My optimism tells me that the people responsible for serving Paul hold off as long as they can, after THEY find out what this is all about. A grieving couple with PTSD whose son came home in a black rubber bag from Afghanistan. I’m still trying to figure out how to help Joe and his wife get treatment. So, THIS post, I’m asking al my faithful friends that come to my website on a daily basis to contribute ANYTHING you can to saving HOPE RESCUE, two dudes living on Social Security, our families,  and Ton Ton and his children. My PayPal link is further down this page. Thank you!

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Typically, when I’m playing Texas No Limit Hold’ Em Poker on pokerstars.net, I sometimes run a table, and when I am running the table and I put somebody out the door and give them directions to the bingo hall down by the Sushi Bar (which is why I know where the Bingo Hall is), I type in the Chat Box, WOOPSIE #1, WOOPSIE #2, WOOPSIE #3 and so on, just to stick a goat-head under anyone’s ass until they respond to my “chat” and all the way through until I’ve won the tournament. 

So, my first greeting at a table: GOOD MORNING FRIENDS AND DONKS! This chat function on PokerStars provided an awesome way to meet and make new friends on there like any other social media like Facebook…..from all over the world, and have fun table-talkin’ the Donks. 

As you can see in the image, I felted two Donks and tripled up, in one hand (became the chip leader, 1 of 18, so, as usual. I typed in WHOOPSE #1. On the very next hand, REALLY BAD BEAT,  and I was heading down to the Sushi Bar next in the Food Court near the Bingo Hall. I had a Full-House, Threes over Aces (I hate Pocket Rockets sometimes). ALL-IN TIME FOR WHOOPSIE #2 I thought. The other player had a Full-House, Queens over something. It happened so quickly I only saw the trip Queens before I was unceremoniously kicked off the table, hahahahahaha (no image available due to pure frustration).

I’m now taking a break from the poker table and writing this thought. When the last table was down to five players, I had typed in four “WHOOPSIE’s”. The tournament just before this one I also won, but I had typed in 8 WHOOPSIE’s. One of the three finalists besides myself had been quite obnoxiously belligerent in his text messaging to me this whole tournament, calling me names, etcetera.

I took it all in stride cause I’m known as The King Of Table Talk in the cash-game high-stakes poker circuit. So, CJ as we will call him, types in “you are a cock sucking dick-head mother-fucker and I hope you did” after I had just felted player #6. I added a little “Bling” (red arrow) to this AI-Created work of art. Ask me how I did THAT, all of you that don’t accept AI Art as a whole.

So, this is what I typed back instead of being hurt and personally upset that this normally to be thought of as an evil person could talk to me like that, I wrote instead, “Hey CJ, I hear your grandma calling from the men’s room near the Bingo Hall. She’s asking for more condoms…..and she’s made $75 for you so far”. You can’t talk like that in a live tourney, as you MIGHT end up dead with your cock in you mouth, dead in a dipsy-dumpster. Online, it’s a great way to make friends, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Now, right after I typed this, the dude was furious and had it been a live tournament, my security team would have had to restrain him until I could get him to take a hit off my awesome Vape Pen that I designed and have manufactured locally.

Now we are down to three players. CJ, myself, and Tony who I knew personally from the live-poker circuits we both tour from time to time.

CJ is typing so much anger and frustration right now, I swear he must be a woman. I then type,”YOU’RE A GREAT PLAYER CJ, OTHERWISE YOU WOULDN’T BE HERE AT THE FINAL TABLE. He responds with a hundred “FU’s” and I type in, “HAHAHA”. Then I typed in my final message to CJ JUST BEFORE I TYPED IN WHOOPSIE #4.

CJ, YOU’RE A GREAT POKER PLAYER BUT LOW ON THE SCALE FOR TABLE-TALK OR YOU ARE COMPLETELY ILLITERATE AND YOUR ABILITY TO WRITE HAS NEVER GONE BEYOND THE FUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFU!!!!!!! stage.

I’M THE KING OF TABLE-TALK AND A FAIRLY GOOD POKER PLAYER TO BOOT. SHOOT, I just won four tournaments in a row today, and for those of you that read this that also play on PokerStars, and really know me, you KNOW how difficult that is to achieve.

Anyway, there’s only one bracelet given out for being THE KING OF TABLE-TALK, and I’ve been wearing it for over forty years now. I’ll either give up my bracelet and crown when my peers witness my resignation and concession to my replacement KING OF TABLE TALK, or, I’ll die with it on my right wrist to the grave. No one has ever come close. The Poker Brat will turn around and leave a tournament if he finds out I’m there. Regardless of whether I know he’s going to be entertaining us all (entering a tourney), I always request of the Poker Room Manager to seat the Poker Brat and I at the same table if he registers, which is usually the day before.

The last time he and I were face-to-face, I put him in his place, not down like everyone else tries to do, and I did it so eloquently polite filled with respect, I received a standing ovation and cheers throughout the first floor of the Casino.

People a hundred yards away was wondering what all the excitement was about. Someone answered, “That was Poker Brat’s first time playing against Dr. Saxe. The Doc ripped him apart”.

Then CJ was gone. Tournament was over in four WHOOPSIE’s and I was collecting my winnings. I’ll probably never see CJ again. Oh well, I DID say nice things about him and his game play.

Image made with the awesome AI-Art Generator NightCafe at https://creator.nightcafe.studio/ Doctor Saxe’s Gold & Diamond Necklace thanks to Photoshop, The KING OF TABLE TALK Bracelet is under his robe on his right wrist.

We may, or may not have to leave this property because someone has turned us in as operating a “Trailer Park” without the proper license and zoning. May not because the county gal that Paul spoke to in person was 100% on the side of HOPE RESCUE. She did everything in her power to try to help Paul figure a way out of this mess we’re in. My optimism tells me that the people responsible for serving Paul hold off as long as they can, after THEY find out what this is all about. A grieving couple with PTSD whose son came home in a black rubber bag from Afghanistan. I’m still trying to figure out how to help Joe and his wife get treatment. So, THIS post, I’m asking al my faithful friends that come to my website on a daily basis to contribute ANYTHING you can to saving HOPE RESCUE, two dudes living on Social Security, our families,  and Ton Ton and his children. My PayPal link is further down this page. Thank you!

This essay was brought to you by those wonderfully visionaries at IRTHKOIN. The Evolutionary Crypto-Currency coming soon to your laptop, computer, and cellphone, stay tuned for news.

 

 

 

 

 

 

See my AI music and art at my YouTube channel here:  https://www.youtube.com/@music-art-theunknownsockpuppet

Visit my Spotify Channel for my AI created music as well, distributed by Distrokid to Amazon as well as 20 other platforms, here: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1ChRyiBPXTVraeCw6lpLKx

Visit my Spotify Channel Poker School here:  https://open.spotify.com/show/2oC0tzuIu6QjkJVhDG3Pfb

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“YOU ATE MY BLUE RIBBON CHICKEN?!!!??!!!”(said/mentally screamed in a blood-curdling fashion).

My brother Paul “adopted” a young man who was homeless (long story, THIS story is about him and not about him).

I say “adopted” not in the same way as Paul and I do with our own, my buddy Shelton and Paul’s Zoo, mostly dogs (3), 2 baby goats, 1 baby pig, and an elephant here at HOPE RESCUE…..Just kidding about the elephant….

And four permanent residents, his dogs, Max, Bella and Johnny Boy, and Shelton, and currently, one temporary “dog” guest that Paul has temporarily adopted till Paul finds someone to permanently adopt him.

I had seen Ton Ton’s desperate plea for help pop up in my Facebook feed about six months ago and at that time, I just tagged Paul. Maybe we spoke about it once. Compassion without the means to help sucks big time for me

And then about a month or so ago, Paul brings not just a dude home, but also his 19 children, plus his doggie Ginger, his best lady friend in the world.

“Children” Whoops! I meant 19 chickens? No. I meant “children”. Paul adopted a human, AND, his 19 absolutely beautiful children who happen to be exotic chickens (and Ginger) (see pics). It’s hard living on food stamps, and feeding 19 chickens.

These are not your typical white chickens everyone is familiar with, these are the kinds of breeds that you still see winning Blue, Red and Gold Ribbons at State Fairs all over the country in August to early September. Well, at least at the State Fairs in all the mid-western farming states. Google 4H Club

These ARE Ton Ton’s babies. Blue eggs, purple eggs, pink eggs, and occasionally, a “Golden” egg. One that has a slight yellowish-golden tint to the shell.

I haven’t eaten eggs THIS good since Joe and his wife gave us a dozen and an 18-pack of their chicken’s eggs, and when I was nine when my mother decided to try becoming a chicken rancher/farmer/entrepreneur and purchased 300 still yellow-feathered (white) chickens out of the “Monkey Wards” catalog which was what I first called that fascinating book when I was three.

I especially liked the women’s lingerie section at three-years-old. I had no gender identification issues going on, and my mommy did not dress me up like a little girl (doll). Yes. I blame the parents, not the child. I digress.

Montgomery Wards delivered the 300 chickens to our farm and the rest can be found in many other long stories which can be found on my website at www.tcsblog.net

Back to the chickens. We were city folk renting an old farm for $60 per month. My friend Oscar is a REAL farmer’s kid and they are dairy farmers. One farmer, Oscar’s father as a passionate hobby, raises prize-winning rare breeds that you don’t raise for future children/mick-nuggets Whoops! I meant CHICKEN MCNUGGETS.

Ton Ton’s chickens are some of the breeds I saw growing up going to the Anoka County Fair and the Minnesota State Fair.

Full-circle back to 6:00 this morning. Shelton is trying to start a community doggie revolt club the way he’s barking at the neighbor’s seven dogs?

Shelton is a dog. Dogs have “Dog Language”. I only quiet Shelton, sometimes even by putting him back in the house, if I think Spring and her son T are still sleeping.

I could give a fling flang flying fuck or an oooo-eee-II-ahah, what ANYONE else thinks about Shelton barking because WE ALL HAVE DOGS, BARKING! Everyone living here in this town has dogs!

As I sat there contemplating and telling Paul, that I still feel optimistic in SPITE of what appears to be looming iceberg meet Titanic kind of future for all of us here at Hope Rescue. The word “Hope” is a name. It was Paul’s mother’s name. HOPE RESCUE…..I digress.

So, Paul has gone back to his Casa, Shelton is carrying on a conversation with Joe’s Pit Bull and three or four German Shepherds, and I’m sitting there admiring the “Blue Ribbon” chickens in the two “Time Out” cages. One Austrian Rowdy. His feathers an amazingly beautiful mixture of dark mahogany and reddish-brown colors.

I said, “YOU ATE MY BLUE RIBBON CHICKEN!!!”. I first had a vision of Ton Ton screaming that at Paul.

That’s ridiculous even in thought. Ton Ton’s two chickens here in temporary protective isolation inspired me.

No. Nobody is going to accidentally “eat” these two beautiful children…….and then I uttered the words but mentally screamed, “YOU ATE MY BLUE RIBBON CHICKEN?!!!??!!!?

I was inspired by my friend Ton Ton’s chickens who were next to the poop-grass for the shade the afternoon before.

I was transported back to 1957. My friend Oscar was sharing the horrific story about how his Uncle Ivar from the city was babysitting him and his parents farm for a week because they went on their first Caribbean Cruise, Uncle Ivar took a hatchet and cut the head off a $20,000 chicken in current value today.

Of course he knew how to do the hot water soak and feather pluck routine. He knew how to use the oven. “Uncle Ivar offered me some of his oven-baked, old family recipe, chicken. I threw up my lunch all over the floor and Uncle Ivar’s pants and ran outside”.

I said, “HOLY FUCK! What happened when your parents got home from vacation?”

Oscar stated that famous phrase that was heard throughout Anoka County and later mimicked, because EVERYONE knew how famous Lars Gulbransen’s chickens were, let alone the fact that all four of the Gulbransen brothers owned the largest privately owned dairy co-op in  all of Minnesota. Largest supplier of raw milk in the state.

Lars Gulbransen my friend Oscar’s father, was the oldest of the four, and apparently the idea of raising rare chickens seemed like a better use of his time than golf or tennis like his brothers were in to.

Now I’m getting anxious as Oscar is telling me the story. “So tell me the punch-line dude. What happened to Uncle Ivar?

Note: Although Oscar called him Uncle Ivar, he is Oscar’s Great-Uncle ivar. His father’s uncle and sole remaining icon of the Loki Gulbransen Clan from Norway (1823) came to Minnesota.

Picture Vikings with cows. Imagine that. Those tough dudes drank milk? They could slice you up quick, and savagely so with their swords and leave you on the ground to rot.

Now, me being Italian and family-connected, what a Viking could do to a person compared to the Mafia dudes? No comparison not even close. Hands down, the Italians and everyone one else like the Russian Mob, are scared shitless of the average Viking today. Gee! great idea for an action-hero screenplay. A Norwegian dude played by my all-time favorite action hero Bruce Snorgledorfer, hahahahaha, no, Jason Statham, saving children from an international, multi-national child-trafficking ring. I’ll work on this idea later. Has to be the best line in my movie when Jason says to the Chairman of the largest agricultural, food growing, and food-processing plants in the world. Think DOLE.

“Did he bury your Uncle Ivar out behind the barn”? I said.

Oscar responded “No, I’m getting to it, pass the bong”.

Uncle Ivar, Great/Uncle Ivar to nine-year-old Oscar, lived in a 12,000 square foot mansion on Lake Minnetonka, the most expensive zip code of all time in Minnesota then, and still today. Ivar Gulbransen enjoys the fruits of his family’s success.

HA HA! Got you all! You all thought this would be a sickening story of an wealthy old dude satanically sacrificing a $20,000 chicken and scaring the shit out of my friend Oscar! Even the truly successful farmers wealthy enough to have their own private airport are born, live, and die in the same 125-year-old farmhouse they gre up in. Ivar IS based on a real person, and the Gulbransen Clan is real. I just used that last name because instead of “Saxe” my last name is Gulbransen. Long story, search for it on my website. Oscar is based on a real friend who was a month younger than me. “Uncle Ivar DID watch me while mom and dad went on that cruise” Oscar said. “He did NOT, chop the head off a $25,000 rooster.

Oscar continued, “Uncle Ivar and I concocted a practical joke on my parents. As soon as they walked through the kitchen entrance, dad screamed, “What the fuck went on here” when he saw the floor covered in what one chicken would leave behind as a trail if it was flying around the kitchen loose avoiding it’s capture”. Uncle Ivar calmly explained in true Viking spirit , “There’s a time for peace, a time for war, and a time to make some fucking fried chicken”.

I kept up the charade and said as I was pretending to rub the tears away, “Uncle Ivar just started acting all weird and shit like he’s off his meds (don’t use that kind of language young man) weird and STUFF, and he chopped off Odin’s head. He offered me some oven-roasted chicken with garlic, and herbs and I upchucked my lunch all over him”.

Here it comes! My father said those famously funny words that everyone now repeats if they are comically upset at someone, “YOU ATE MY BLUE RIBBON CHICKEN!!!”

Exotic chicken feathers on kitchen floor courtesy of years of raising, breeding, and loving your hobby.

Full circle back to Ton Ton’s children. I have a much deeper appreciation for him and his hobby than the average person, “I’ve had purple eggs before Ton Ton” as I remind him that I grew up on a farm, yet I still want him to extol about his hobby, which is, exotic chickens. After all, how many people do YOU know that raise exotic chickens? Okay, I do have a concern that Ton Ton has told me the he’s a Vegan, two weeks after he used my microwave to heat up his barbecue-flavored chicken wings. Hahahahahahhahaha! I’m trying to help Ton Ton like he was my grandson. We’re ALL crazy in some way or another. 100% of the human race has SOME kind of abnormal psychosis going on. I’m no different. I’m just od enough to have studied human nature enough, to recognize it, and have a compassionate understanding of it. And they call ME, a crazy old man.

We may, or may not have to leave this property because someone has turned us in as operating a “Trailer Park” without the proper license and zoning. May not because the county gal that Paul spoke to in person was 100% on the side of HOPE RESCUE. She did everything in her power to try to help Paul figure a way out of this mess we’re in. My optimism tells me that the people responsible for serving Paul hold off as long as they can, after THEY find out what this is all about. A grieving couple with PTSD whose son came home in a black rubber bag from Afghanistan. I’m still trying to figure out how to help Joe and his wife get treatment. So, THIS post, I’m asking al my faithful friends that come to my website on a daily basis to contribute ANYTHING you can to saving HOPE RESCUE, two dudes living on Social Security, our families,  and Ton Ton and his children. My PayPal link is further down this page. Thank you!

This essay was brought to you by those wonderfully visionaries at IRTHKOIN. The Evolutionary Crypto-Currency coming soon to your laptop, computer, and cellphone, stay tuned for news.

 

 

 

 

 

 

See my AI music and art at my YouTube channel here:  https://www.youtube.com/@music-art-theunknownsockpuppet

Visit my Spotify Channel for my AI created music as well, distributed by Distrokid to Amazon as well as 20 other platforms, here: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1ChRyiBPXTVraeCw6lpLKx

Visit my Spotify Channel Poker School here:  https://open.spotify.com/show/2oC0tzuIu6QjkJVhDG3Pfb

Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,

 

Assuming that Shelton thinks he will never see me again every time I leave and see his reaction of overjoyed laughter and happiness from Shelton, not because I’m almost 75-years-young, and he’s thinking, “Oh no!! I’m going to outlive this old fart! Where will I live! Who will I live with?”

That’s not what he’s thinking every time I have to go somewhere without him, like to Bobby’s house for a smoke sesh.

I just told Shelton that I’m not going to perish and/or die outside the Casa, because EVERYTIME for the past four years that I have had to leave him in my air conditioned Casa, wither it’s 30 minutes or five hours, he always acts like I had left him, was gone, forever.

So, right after his treat, he jumped with his front paws on the sofa cushion, and I lifted him up….

I said……Actually sang, these words, as I was petting him….

“You’ll be with me when I die, snuggled up close, against my face, licking me behind my ear, as I take my final breath“. (or substitute, ” or another hit upon the bong”…..).

Going to turn this into a Country/Western song in the style of George Jones, I’ve included a “Link” to the song that has the PERFECT melody for my song about Shelton and I. See below.

Full circle back to Shelton. Isn’t it amazing the love our dogs have for us, and that special relationship that we share with our dogs that makes us say, he or she is our best friend.

Shelton is not a “Guard Dog” like many people have to protect their property. He’s a West Highland White Terrier. Your buddy Gomer, a Weiner Dog, is not considered to be a “Guard Dog” breed either, etcetera.

Like four Dobermans that WILL kill even its owner if he suddenly modifies his habitual/automatic schedule with his dogs.

True story from the 70’s? 80’s? In that case, they were not “pets” in the same sense that we use the word.

I’m sure they all had names, and I’m sure the gas station/car repair shop owner had his favorite that received most of his attention.  His favorite, a female Doberman named Bessie, joined in with the other three dogs and ripped his throat out as soon as he opened the door to get his wallet.

That’s not to say that every junkyard dog, or the four Pit Bulls that someone might have on their two/acre ranch that are outside dogs that spend as much time inside as they do outside, and are individually loved and pampered (loved), and are sweet to me and compete with each other to lick my face every time I visit for a smoke sesh, would STILL rip my heart out if I climbed the fence at two o’clock in the morning. Their best buddy in the whole world has them for that dual purpose, to love them as I love Shelton, and, to guard his property when he’s gone.     

Anyway, anyone that has suggestions for more lyrics add them in the comments section on Facebook or in a website message here. Thanks.

Postscript: George Jones is one of my all-time favorite Country- Western artists/songwriters.

Postscript Too: This AI created image of mine of a dude with his best friend, is a small file on purpose, and IS available in very high resolution suitable for printing on anything from a coffee cup to a giant billboard in Hollywood. 

 

This essay was brought to you by those wonderfully visionaries at IRTHKOIN. The Evolutionary Crypto-Currency coming soon to your laptop, computer, and cellphone, stay tuned for news.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Visit my Spotify Channel for my AI created music as well, distributed by Distrokid to Amazon as well as 20 other platforms, here: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1ChRyiBPXTVraeCw6lpLKx

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Are you a Coffee Freak?

If you’re not a Coffee-Holic, going through four pots a day, when someone comes over and the pot is empty, do you make a full pot knowing that the neither of you are coffee freaks? Or you’re just not sure so you make a full pot.

So, what do you do? You purchase one of those fancy coffee makers that drip, spit and sputter your single 8-Ounce cup of the finest coffee ever made.

We were discussing/discovering the cost difference between a traditional brewed cup of coffee, and the finest most expensive pod coffees out there.

Do the math. I don’t care that my $200 Coffee Machine (not maker) has the Pod device to accommodate those $9.00 per pod/cup of coffee imported from Italy. Compared to the average commercial pod like Starbucks, or? Let’s investigate.

The world’s most expensive coffee pod comes from Singapore as exported by Medano Gold Coffee. This coffee company holds the official Guinness world record for the world’s most expensive coffee pod because it’s infused with 22kt gold dust to be precise. Coffee drinkers of this special brew describe its taste and texture to be rich thanks to the infusion of the gold dust. This pod is also available without the infused gold. You can buy these limited-edition coffee pods in packs of 5 packs and they sell upwards of approximately $77.60 Singapore dollars per pod. That’s . Talk about an expensive coffee pod! See image.

Here’s a rather inexpensive pod, maybe not the cheapest. You would be surprised how great some of the lesser expensive coffees DO taste. Amongst some of the shittiest that is. This one is from Nescafe. It’s $.50 per pod/cup. See image.

This Nescafe offering is $.37 per pod on Amazon. If you are a coffee fanatic, you’ll pay for whatever your budget allows to have a great cup of coffee if you have a coffee machine *not maker) in your kitchen. If you have one, you’re not necessarily wealthy enough to afford expensive coffees.

If you are a traditionalist/serious aficionado, and you frequently have friends over to get high, you’ll be using a French Pot like I do, using my coffee grinder to grind for a 20-ounce pot using mid-range-priced whole coffee beans. I like a particular bean from Hawaii, see image.

I also enjoy this next one from Italy which is not too bad a price.

I still prefer my French Press over ANY other method. They’re not that expensive if you want to experiment and have the best cup of coffee in your life regardless of what your favorite bean is.

No, this is not a paid advertisement for the various companies depicted/cited in the images. It’s just me. Stoned, and writing an essay about coffee…..Titled, COFFEE FREAK

 

My second choice would be to try a Coffee Machine from another planet. The ending image is one that I created  using 100% AI.

Thanks for reading my little essay on coffee. Stay tuned on my YouTube channel WANDERINGS OF AN OLD FART for the video of that chapter from my book.

Here’s my YouTube channel link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFKWtPdQ6pxi0LzUibYLqlA

 

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