“Just how fast do YOU think I was going, officer?”

Here’s a little something that could stimulate thoughts, i.e., exercise the brain’s “thinking engine”, (or not).

I’m sure that the scientists/physicists have already figured part of this one out, as many believe that the “Propulsion System” of “Alien” craft (UFO’s) is some sort of “Anti-Gravity” device, well, it is, but not “Anti”, I would say it is a “Gravitational Amplifier/De-Amplifier – Accelerator/Decelerator” system. These are just my own thoughts that my “Rocking Pipe” inspired me to write tonight.

What if Alien craft (UFO’s) propulsion isn’t “Propulsion” at all, in the sense that we/most Earthlings believe the typical “propulsion” system to be, wither it’s a jet or rocket engine, etcetera. Most scientists/physicists DO say it’s some sort of “Anti-Gravity” system.

Well, tonight as I sit here on my veranda overlooking the early-evening Moon cast its white light over the calm Pacific Ocean, (in a forever straight line from the horizon to the shoreline, up the sand, a fading, dimming Moon light as it streaks through the grass, right up to where I’m sitting, for all you flat-earth versus round-earth folks out there) the proverbial “Light Bulb” went on as I gently set my glass pipe down on the glass-topped patio table.

My pipe has a slight indentation on the bottom of the bowl in order for it to sit in an upright position and not spill out all a person’s fucking home-grown bud. So, I set my glass pipe down on the glass top of my patio table, like I’ve done 1,578,922 times before, and what’s it do, like it’s done 99.9765% of the times before? It rocks back and forth, slowly at first, geometrically gaining enormous speed, clicking the table on each side of the pipe until each sides “Power” (gravitational “pull” from each side of the pipe) gets to where they are equal, canceling each other out as it comes to that centered and equal resting stage.

I’m thinking the faster the speed, the lesser energy used, so when the craft is traveling at these insanely high speeds, with G-Forces way beyond what the human body can survive, they are hardly using any “Energy” at all, energy as we Earthlings know it. Like the opposite poles of a magnet, one way the poles attracting and one way the poles repelling, the craft’s “Engine” if you will, has attraction to the Earth’s gravitational pull (if you believe that gravity DOES exist), and an attraction to whatever other object in space that is nearby, the closest, like, let’s say, the Moon. The “Engine” is switching allegiance from one gravitational attraction to the other, back and forth at speeds so high, they are astronomical.

Like me trying to calculate the speed my “rocking” pipe achieves just before it comes to a rest. The only difference is, the Alien Spacecraft “Engine” never comes to a rest until it physically lands, and even at rest, it never “turns off”. If landing somewhere here on Earth, with the gravitational attraction of Earth at its peak via the “engine’s” “gravitational amplifier”, there is still a slight gravitational pull/attraction from the Moon.

Like pointing one of those Spy-Type microphones at a subject in the distance and then having the ability to turn up the volume and hear what two dudes are saying to each other. The “Engine” is a gravitational “Amplifier” able to “Turn-Up” the “Volume” so to speak, I.e., ramp up the gravitational attraction “Pull” at will between two opposite “poles” (pulls). Hence, getting from “Point A to Point B” and “Point B back to Point A” (etcetera) faster than you can blink an eye.

I never studied “Physics” and I hated Algebra, so I confess, I personally have no clue. So, think about it and report back to me what YOUR thoughts are. If my assumptions are correct, the question is HOW do they do it, i.e., how do they physically increase and decrease the gravitational pulls (plural) between to masses that each have a separate and different unequal gravitational pull?

Perhaps it’s an “Element” or material not found on Earth that when “excited” by another force or element, by rocking back and forth like my pipe, or like a pendulum, or spinning back and forth in some type of enclosure, amplifies one “Pull” (pole) or the other, thereby increasing the “Pull” in one direction or the other, i.e., getting from “Point A” to “Point B” and the reverse. Would that explain the crazy right-angle turns that are seen? Your thoughts?

P. S. Think about, try to calculate, the “Speed” at which two magnets attract to each other, and collide together, versus the opposite “Hovering” or impossible task of trying the same thing when the “Polarity” is shifted, no matter how hard you try, you cannot make them meet together. I think there could be something similar involved.

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,

Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

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    CHAPTER “CANNABIS”

    This chapter which I have decided to include in my autobiography “The Dead Armadillo” that i’ve been writing, was born out of a Sunday night story-telling contest with my next-door neighbor whose name is “Tom” (like me). Enhanced by a bong-load of some really fine Lake Havasu home-grown, we swapped stories.

    The topic of the discussion was to share times when we were totally hallucinate-ibly out of it, due to whatever reason, like, my driving from Minneapolis to Phoenix in less than 24 hours. More to that story, or, “Things” appearing to change size, miraculously, while stoned”. More to THAT story, well, two stories.

    So, as I have been writing my autobiography, mostly stories of survival and fantastically incredible things that I have done and/or experienced in my life, I thought that adding this chapter would be a great way to share as a distraction from my other more serious chapters, using a few light-hearted stories, as “Comic-Relief” as they call it in show-biz.

    Imagine if you will, you are following your cousin on a journey (two vehicles) as you both are moving together, with your “Stuff” packed in your cars, from Minnesota to Oregon. Somewhere in Montana at three in the morning, as you are following your cousin Harry in his Chevy Suburban, your Nissan SUV is having some engine problems, sputtering, not running out of gas, but some issue with the engine that later turned out to be a fucked-up timing belt.

    You flash your lights at Cousin Harry and he sees you slowing down and pulls off to the side of the highway and stops. Your SUV sputters and dies about ten feet behind him.

    Harry walks back, you get out of your vehicle and pop the hood. “Not out of gas, something else is going on that acts like it’s an ignition problem”. So, it’s too early in the morning, as I said, three AM, and you and Harry get in your Nissan and smoke a few joints. “Yup. Let’s sleep. Wait until morning and call AAA” Harry says, and he walks back to his Suburban.

    You are watching your Cousin Harry as he’s getting back in his vehicle, the tail-lights come on, and somehow, as you are staring at his tail-lights, they miraculously are shrinking. What the fuck? You are thinking. Not only are Harry’s tail-lights shrinking, but his whole vehicle is shrinking, (or so you thought for about two minutes as Harry’s Suburban is shrinking, and THEN totally disappears).

    What the fuck? Has Harry been kidnapped by aliens? No. He fucking drove away and left you alone on that highway out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of Montana. THAT’S why his tail-lights were shrinking.

    Harry decided to drive to Bozeman which was ten miles away to get a motel room for the rest of the “night” (early morning). So, you suddenly realize that Harry’s Suburban did not disappear and you climb into the back of your SUV and sleep it all off. Harry DID show up at seven in the morning with coffee and a few breakfast burritos. The AAA tow-truck was there within an hour, and you did get your engine issues fixed that day in Bozeman.

    Here’s my “Shrinking/Enlarging/Shrinking/Enlarging” story.

    My friend Tim Anderson had his own grow in a clearing about a half of a mile into the woods behind his family’s farm. He was able to grow his “Crop” which covered about an acre, without his parent’s knowledge because they were in Sweden for the summer.

    Tim’s plants were seven to ten feet tall, and his bud was some of the best I have EVER smoked in almost sixty years. So, one night Tim and I are in the backyard of my Uncle Bob’s house, blazing it up. We both were so stoned; I laugh even now when I think about it. So, there we were talking, laughing, and as I was sitting in a patio chair and Tim was still standing up, (I think he had just come back from his car with more weed), as we were talking, I noticed that Tim’s head was slowly getting bigger, staying bigger, and then slowly getting smaller, getting really tiny actually. Then getting bigger quickly…then getting smaller, quickly. This seemingly odd, miracle, defying the laws of physics, kept going on for what seemed like a half an hour. This phenomenon, growing, shrinking, growing, shrinking, repetitive event had me laughing uncontrollably for that entire thirty minutes.

    Well, his head wasn’t really shrinking and growing over and over again, he was moving closer as he talked, actually, when he was at his largest, his face was about a foot away from my face, and when it was gradually getting smaller and smaller, he was backing up to about five feet away.

    Tim had one of these huge Cheshire Cat smiles on his face whenever he talked and laughed, huge gaping, laughing smile. I WAS the most stoned that night and nothing to date even compares. The shrinking head, hahahahaha.

    More to be written…..That less than 24-hour drive to Phoenix in another post.

    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,

    Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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      Like a Box of Chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get

      A gun in ANYBODY’S hand when being chased or confronted by a police officer, is “Like a Box of Chocolates”…..You never know what you’re going to get. Sometimes it was a “Squirt Gun” most of the time it’s real. If that 13-year-old DID have a real pistol in his hand, who do you blame? The parent(s) for their failure in raising that child? Well, no. You can be the best parent(s) in the world, it’s still like a Box of Chocolates. After a wonderful childhood of perfect parenting, that child can either end up a “Normal” human being like he or she is supposed to, or he/she ends up being a Serial Killer (or anything else in between).

      Did society fail that child? Quite possibly, with whatever you want to examine as a root cause, if society is to blame, wither it’s the “Programming” our children receive through violent video games, movies, etcetera. Again, it’s like that Box of Chocolates. Some kids grow up with all that negative “Programming” and buy two assault rifles and kill eight people at a FedEx facility. In that case, it’s been reported that the 19-year-old kid who murdered all those people, and then killed himself, had some serious mental issues.

      Most children survive all the negative “Programming” and become normal adults. This is not a statement on “Gun Control”. It’s a statement on what we have become as a society. Bloody ridiculous in my opinion. I grew up in the 50’s playing “Cowboys and Indians”. Sometimes I was an Indian, sometimes I was a Cowboy. I didn’t like it as much when I had to be an Indian after drawing straws because all we knew about Indians back then was what was portrayed in the movies, and what we weren’t taught in school….that is, we were not taught that the “White Man” had subjected the “Originals” as I call them, to much more than what we call, “Apartheid” conditions and treatment. I didn’t grow up hating Indians because my mother had “Indian” friends. 

      Certainly, in the case of Brandon Hole, he was one of those “Chocolates” in the box that had a lot of nuts in it, and the “System” that WAS in place to prevent him from legally purchasing those two assault rifles completely, and utterly failed, 100%. In the case of Adam Toledo, if he DID have a weapon in his hand, as excruciatingly sad as it is for his parent(s), family, and friends, he’s dead because he had a gun in his hand.

      Time will bring out the truth, and if he did NOT have a weapon in his hand, that Police Officer should be charged, because at the very least, he was negligently responsible, homicidally negligent.

      I’ll probably get bashed by the “Right” and the “Left” for this essay, and you know what? I COULD give a “Flying Fuck”. I’m just sharing my OWN thoughts, no one else’s. What are YOUR thoughts and comments? If you ended up here because of my post on farcecrap, please feel free to go back to my farcecrap post and share your thoughts/opinions/suggestions. Let’s start a serious discussion.

       

      Perhaps if we can get enough people sharing their thoughts and opinions, we can eventually come up with the right solution to the problem.

      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,

      Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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        Thought for the day

        Consider this, if you will. There are over 350 dog breeds in the world, however the AKC (American Kennel Club) only acknowledges 195 breeds (sounds a little racist or at least prejudice, to me, just kidding). Each breed has its unique features and qualities and yet, ALL of them are still, DOGS, and we humans CALL them Dogs, not Monkeys, Lizards or Cats. There are 40 cat breeds recognized by the Cat Fanciers’ Association (CFA). Those 40 Cat breeds have their own unique features and qualities and yet, ALL of them are CATS, and we humans CALL them Cats, not Monkeys, Lizards or Dogs.

        Now, the world population can be divided into 4 major races, namely white/Caucasian, Mongoloid/Asian, Negroid/Black, and Australoid. This is based on a racial classification made by Carleton S. Coon in 1962. Seems legit. Then historically, most folks have broken it down further by region or location around the “Globe”, like, “He’s a Norwegian”, or, “She’s a Hawaiian” (or whatever), and yet as HUMANS, we turn it into a totally asinine idea called RACISM, (Spic, Spook, Wop, Chink, Hun, Gringo, Wetback, etcetera) in spite of the fact that we ALL, are HUMANS. Why can’t we simplify it all, like we do with CATS and DOGS, and just simply recognize that we ALL, are HUMAN BEINGS, we ALL are part of the primate species to which modern humans belong.

        Think about this. Slavery has been around for thousands of years and in some parts of our world, it still exists today. In fairly modern history, there was a time when the slave-owners considered their slaves as less than human, as animals to do the bidding of their masters. Then along came freedom, and along with that freedom, in the aftermath of slavery, RACISM became what it is today. We are the only species that have this history of enslaving others, and the racism that freedom brought with it. Our pets, Dogs and Cats specifically, have never had a problem with accepting others of their kind/species. My dog Shelton has “Dog” friends from many different breeds and it’s a lesson in that if “Humans” will just learn to accept others of OUR species like our pets do, we will finally move beyond the cause and effect of racism.

        There IS a portion of the HUMAN RACE that are NOT racist at all, never was, and do NOT look at the color of skin or shape of the eyes, (or whatever), and do NOT consider themselves any higher or lower of a SPECIES. I believe that people ARE beginning to wake up, and one of the great things is the awakening to the fact that we ARE all equal, in every respect, and THAT is what will place RACISM in the history books as a past anomaly of our SPECIES.

        Begin to experience an awakening in YOUR life by following just one thing, THE GOLDEN RULE It WILL make you “Colorblind”.

         

         

         

         

         

         

        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,

        Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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          RJOHNNIE’S BEST (a home-grown “Strain”)

          This is a “Shout Out” to an old friend and coworker that I had lunch with a few days ago. He has his own “Grow”, and had hinted that he had a small “Gift” for me when he called to invite me out to lunch.

          Today, I awakened with a Migraine. Took a pain pill, and it helped, or maybe it was the combination with my blood pressure meds. Anyway, within an hour, my eyesight started getting back to normal, and six hours later, my Migraine was mostly gone.

          The interesting thing is that I had one of best days, as far as content creation (writing). I wrote A LOT, and I credit this wonderful “Herb” for all I accomplished today. Thanks to my old friend and coworker who I hadn’t seen in over thirty years, my Migraine had totally vanished, and I have named his “Strain” (gift), RJOHNIE’S BEST.

          This strain is not harsh at all, it’s very smooth, and the “High” (medicinal value for those who might be offended or with Law Enforcement, should they read this) is a relaxing, yet inspiring one, for me. Also, what my old friend gave me was all bud, and about a ¼ of a large Mason Jar, I’m guessing around a half a pound. Certainly worth $500 to $600 at any “Pharmacy”. Such a wonderful gift.

          The image by the way, is of an oil painting (one in a series of three) that I painted years ago. Sold it to a doctor/friend of mine in Minneapolis. The title, appropriate for this post is, MIGRAINE ONE.

          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,

          Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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            “The ORIGINALS”

            Imagine if you will, if history would have been different for the “American Indians”, whom I prefer to call, “The Originals” because they’re not from India, and the word/term “American” is repugnant to me based on its origin. They certainly suffered from genocidal apartheid treatment just like the apartheid treatment of the Palestinian people for the past 70+ years. Imagine, there was a time in our history when the U. S. guberment was paying about $50 per scalp at one time, and “Americans” thought that was okay.

            Growing up as a “farm Boy” in the fifties, I used to trap the gophers that were ravaging crops, and the local government paid me $50 per gopher (Pair of hind feet). The invading Europeans (the government) treated the “Originals’ like they were animals, seriously folks. What a pathetic history we have as a nation.

            However, what if the Originals had originally banded together as one tribal community and had the financial backing of a Rothschild type of person? What if by this time in our history, the “Originals” had AIPAC types of organizations, bribing politicians? I don’t think that would have happened as I really don’t think the Tribal Leadership of the Originals would have stooped that low as to give the “American” politicians millions of dollars for their support like AIPAC does, as an example.

            Our treatment of people coming across our southern border would have been 180 degrees different in that immigration would have not been an issue. Our environmental issues would have been solved, and not been such a hot button as it is today. Had the Originals had the kind of influence that I’m talking about, they would have made sure that the proper laws were enacted in order to protect and preserve our land and environment.

            Imagine by this time in our history, an “Original” sitting in the White House as our POTUS. Imagine our U. S. Congress filled with “Originals” instead of a handful of wannabe “Indians” when it’s “convenient”. I don’t think we would be at war right now, had the Originals been an influence on our society and political system like I am describing. I REALLY don’t think there would be ANY racism in our country like we have seen for hundreds of years. Oh, and there would not have been any slaves or slavery as well.

            Interesting thoughts tonight. I certainly have always had a deep love and respect for the “Originals” and feel that still today. The manner in which the Originals are STILL treated today is appalling to me. Perhaps some Billionaire will read this and step up to the plate, as I DO have ideas that will help direct us, as a species, towards what I believe WILL be a future of PEACE for all mankind.

            Hey, Mr. Bezos, Mr. Musk, Mr. Buffet, Mr. Page, or Mr. Ellison (forget about Gates), please feel free to contact me at your earliest convenience, I have a plan, and it’s going to require some dinero. P.S. Try searching for an image, cartoon, of an “Original” sitting at the desk in the White House, as POTUS, you can’t find any, so the image of the monument/tribute to Crazy Horse is perhaps more apropos for this essay.

            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,

            Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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              “Dude, you ain’t got the balls to do that”…..

              Imagine if you will, you and a whole bunch of friends are having what we used to call a “Field Party”. That’s about thirty-six to forty teenage kids, seven kegs of Grain Belt Beer, and the mostly Ford pickup trucks that brought them there.

              There was a field, not just any field, a field of “Cultured Sod”, in this case Kentucky Bluegrass /Hybrid mixture. One of the pick-up trucks has a really awesome hi-fidelity sound system with two huge speakers in the truck’s bed. All the chicks have brought sandwiches, chips and dip, and it’s a GREAT Field Party. Imagine the scene if you will, a bunch of kids, dancing, laughing, drinking, eating, a few making out, AND, some of Tommy’s BEST home-grown Mary-Ja-Wanna.

              Now what I’m about to describe, to the best of my knowledge, only happened that one time, and that entire group of kids (who are still living) still talk about it today, 50 years later.

              This lush almost like a carpet, green field where we had that particular Field Party that beautiful Early-Summer Saturday, June 1st 1963, was the only time we used that particular field of cultured sod because Johnnie’s dad, the “Sod Farmer”, said one time was okay, as long as we picked up our trash.

              We all thought that it had been okay because THAT’s What Johnny had said. In reality, we found out that next week at school that it was NOT okay, and Johnny got his ass whooped good. I just figured that Johnny was just really trying to do a one-up-man-ship on the rest of us, mostly me, because although we would have our parties at three other farms/fields, everyone liked my field the best, that is, until we had that fateful “Field Party” that day at Johnny’s farm, we thought, by permission.

              His parents were on a trip to Texas to pick up several head of Angus Cattle. What THAT particular fact has to do with this story now brings up my title, “Dude, you ain’t got the balls to do that”. Next to this twenty or so acres of lush, green, cultured, Kentucky Bluegrass / Hybrid Sod/Grass, (which just a few years prior had replaced the traditional crops like corn, alfalfa, soy beans, etcetera as the new cash crop), was another twenty or so acres of grazing fields with several fence-lines dividing that acreage into several sections. Johnny’s dad was the first farmer to also get involved with raising Angus Cattle.

              Barbed Wire fencing. That ALSO was the long stretch of fence-line separating the “Sod” from the “Beef”. In this case, one lonely looking bull, an Angus Bull, “General Patton”, with a nut-sack that hung halfway to the ground, silently standing about sixty feet from the fence, and the part of the field we were on was about another sixty feet away.

              Now, imagine if you will again, a bunch of partying teenagers, music blasting out of the back of Billy’s Ford Pick-Up Truck, and someone comes up with a brilliant “I DOUBLE-DARE YOU” idea. Daring anyone drunk, stoned, or stupid enough…..or all three, to try to sneak up from behind, i.e., walk up behind, that Angus Bull and whack him in the nuts with this stick.

              There was a financial incentive to this madness, the kids had raised $78.23 as a “Reward” for my “Act of Courage/Stupidity”. I say THIS STICK because there it is, hanging over my mantle, with a nice plaque, stating, “Tommy whacked General Patton in the Nuts and Survived – June 1st, 1963”.

              The wind was blowing the right direction for me that day. I was down-wind from the bull. I could smell the bull (the closer I got), and he couldn’t smell me. All the kids were standing at that fence-line, yelling, waving t-shirts, rags, their arms, trying to keep the bull’s attention. Susie, my girlfriend, was waving my “RED” T-Shirt, as I had taken it off so not to attract the bull’s attention as I was walking way around him, sneaking up behind him.

              One whack. Hit him square in the nut-sack from behind. Bull yells, starts running towards the fence-line about sixty feet away, some of the kids, like the girls, screaming and running back away from the fence at the sight of a raging bull, screaming bull-speak for rage, coming towards them at 50 miles an hour.

              Me? I ran the other direction. It seemed like a second later General Patton looked around and noticing my dash towards the opposite fence, he stopped, turned around, did that pawing in the dirt with his hooves sort of thing, and within what seemed like a few more seconds, was ten feet behind me, surely to gore out a new asshole for me with his horns.

              I made it to, and over the gate, (the only portion of that fence-line that was not barb-wired), just as General Patton crashed headlong into it. What a memory. All my friends cheering, some laughing, Susie crying for joy that I had made it without getting killed. Wanna see the stick?

              P. S. Sometimes, I feel inclined to add a “Disclaimer” of sorts for whatever reason, and in this case, I’m adding one for all my friends and readers who may be dismayed at the “Whacking” of the Bull’s “Balls” in my story. So for all those who are dismayed and/or offended by the thoughts of “Animal Cruelty” portrayed in my story, THAT part of the story is pure fiction. Yes, there were many “Field Parties” that I attended as a teenager, and yes, one time there was a Bull, and yes, I was encouraged, “Double-Dared”, to sneak up on said Bull to whack that Bull in the nuts with a stick, but, no, I did not accomplish that part of my story. In fact, the Bull saw me right away and DID chase me back through a gate that I had walked through. Sometimes, not often, I will remember something from many years ago and “Flavor” the story to make it a more interesting “Read”. Thanks for reading this one. I can see that many people are visiting my website and reading this one.

              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,

              Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

              Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                “COUGH IT UP DUDE! COUGH THAT RUBBER DUCKY UP!”

                My buddy Shelton (West Highland Terrier) and I had just come back from a quick (by Shelton’s standards), “Pee-Pee” walk, and as always, I like to give him a treat after a successful walk to reward him, simultaneously saying “SHELTON WENT PEE-PEE, SHELTON WENT PEE-PEE, GOOD BOY, SHELTON WENT PEE-PEE (same thing for pooping, just insert the words “Poo-Poo” in the sentence)….This time it (the Pee-Pee walk) took all of about 18 seconds, a record.

                So, I admit, when Shelton and I got back up on the deck/patio for the administering/rewarding of the treat ( in this case, some really great soft kinda-meatballs), my senses were a little heightened at that moment due to some really good “Edible” Chocolate that I had consumed about two hours earlier.

                I adopted Shelton when his Ma-Ma Annie died last year in Mexico, and for the past nine months or so, I have NOT had any specific methodology when “Giving” Shelton his treat other than to either “Pop” it in his mouth, or let him “Take” it with his teeth/mouth in a really polite manner (as he’s standing so cute on his hind legs).

                So, tonight, I realized the difference in “Popping” it in his mouth (unintentionally by the way, it just sort of, “Flicks” from my fingers), and, letting Shelton take it gently from my hand with his cute little mouth. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

                I started laughing when I recognized for the first time in nine months that the reason he would act like he was chewing that yummy treat up at first, and then it would appear, out of his mouth on the deck, after it was unintentionally “jettisoned” into his mouth is because it was in the back of his throat and he was gagging, NOT chewing. THAT’S why the treat was on the floor you idiot! He coughed it up you twit!

                He never garfed up the treat when it was gently transferred from my fingertips to his lips! Sooooo, now I know. From now on, no accidental “Launching” of the treat into his mouth and half-way down his tiny throat!

                Anyway, along with the lesson in “Treat Insertion”, I really laughed out loud when it happened, i.e., when I came to that “Fullness of Realization” of “Improper versus Proper Treat Insertion after peeing or pooping”. I hope you enjoyed reading this “True” short story that I just posted here for your enjoyment….Or not.

                Postscript: Before anyone get’s upset and/or judgmental, this, what appeared to me, to be a “Chewing” or movement of his jaw and was actually Shelton trying to gag it out of his mouth only happened rarely, like 10% of the time, so it was not something that I paid that much attention to, UNTIL, my senses where “Heightened” by that wonderful piece of Chocolate. Lesson WAS learned tonight.

                 

                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,

                Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                  REVOLUTIONARY THOUGHTS

                  Is it really a “Revolution” that’s required to make the changes that we all know we need for “America”, and I might add, for the rest of humanity? I say we DO need revolutionary, fundamental changes to our political system here in the USA as it has morphed to, and exists today. What sparked these thoughts and my reaction to, is Bernie’s recent $15/Hour Minimum Wage Speech on the Senate Floor, with absolutely no other politicians there, an empty Senate Chamber except for maybe a few people and the video camera for the live video feed.

                  What initially struck me, aggravated me really, was when he was explaining that his proposed “Legislation” would spread the “Raise to $15 per hour” (Federal minimum wage), over a five-year period. I thought, WTF? What’s he doing? Then I immediately understood that THIS, was how he has to sugarcoat the proposed legislation in order for it to be more palatable for those opposed to ANY increase at all. That is insane.

                  Having to propose something to a bunch of political folks in such a way, that they just MIGHT go along with it without too much haggling and debate?  People of America, these are the same politicians that have for decades, consistently voted to give themselves pay-raises.

                  We, the “PEOPLE”, elect and send them to Congress to SERVE THE PEOPLE, not themselves and all their many industries that give them financial rewards for supporting their agendas. Like the Pharmaceutical Industry, the Oil & Gas Industry, industries that violate our environmental laws, etcetera. Are these politicians really serving us? And these politically “financially-motivated” hacks have the audacity to refuse to increase something so basic to life as the “Minimum Wage”? Absolutely insane!

                  Is there ANYTHING that “WE THE PEOPLE” can do about it? In reality, a BIG FAT NO! A friend recently mentioned the word “Strike”. The reason that it may OR may not be effective is because the politicians serve “Corporate America”, so YOUR employers already are at an advantage going in. Do you honestly think that a general nationwide “Strike” will solve the minimum wage issue?

                  Across America, there ARE a small handful of privately-owned businesses varying in size, that already compensate their employees with a decent wage/living standard then the sought-after $15 per hour. Those company owners ALSO give their employees benefits far beyond the normal that we see today in “Corporate America”. Those company owners are still making a profit on their product and/or service by the way. “Google” that.

                  Guess why the face of the CEO of General Electric (who’s name I won’t mention because like the song, “Everybody knows his name”) was the center of every Dart Board in every bar in Schenectady New York twenty-some years ago. What I’m saying with that question is fact. The management of ALL the major publicly-traded corporations are there to serve THEIR major stock/shareholders, NOT their employees. Busting the unions at the General Electric power-generation turbine factory and moving their production to other states like South Carolina dealt a devastating blow to not just the employees in Schenectady, but devastated the local economy in Schenectady as well. All these years later that asshole’s picture is still on some of the dartboards.

                  That was twenty-some years ago, maybe thirty, and the share/stockholders were pleased and rewarded by the “Union-Busting” move by GE. The employees that were not in positions to be offered and make the move to South Carolina? They’re tending bar, you know, the bars with the picture of the CEO on the dart-boards.

                  So, no, “Striking” probably is useless. Besides, since then, and decades before really, many of the major production factories/facilities here in the good-ole-USA have been closed, jobs eliminated, and we are acclimated to having our refrigerator, radio, television, automobile, jelly beans, underwear, toothpaste, and condoms made in China, India, Japan, South Korea, Mexico, and many other places “off-shore”. If we did see major nationwide strikes, who would we be “striking” against, Burger King?

                  Ultimately, I believe that change will come. How, I don’t know. We need to somehow make changes in how (and who) our political representatives “Represent”. Perhaps a major overhaul is required, like reducing the compensation that “WE THE PEOPLE” give to OUR political representatives. Reduce it to a “Living” wage, whatever that might be, like somewhere around $60K per year? (throw a dart at the dart-board). Another possible change that has been discussed for decades is Congressional term limits, and THAT HAS TO BECOME A REALITY.

                  Eliminate the profiteering off of legislation by passing laws making it a crime to pass legislation that eases environmental restrictions on certain industries, or passing laws making it impossible for victims to seek justice and compensation from the pharmaceutical industry, and other legislation that does not benefit WE THE PEOPLE (and by the way, all the while these life-long professional politicians are receiving millions of dollars in their campaign war-chests for doing serving their corporate masters). In other words, profiting off of attempts to pass legislation that is not in the interest of WE THE PEOPLE, would/should put you in prison.

                  Democracy has been dead and buried for a very long time, listen to Eisenhower’s famous last speech. Many say, (and I agree) that “America” has become the largest, war-mongering, killer of innocent people, in our world’s history, thanks to the “Military/Industrial Complex” that Ike talked about. What we have now is a “Corporation” with sole power, managed by the financial and corporate system, FOR THEM, not for “WE THE PEOPLE”. Money is absolutely absolute in that those in power regardless of their particular level in the pyramid are there to do the bidding of, and to insure that those at the higher levels are satisfied. And you think they care about making sure that you are earning a living wage for flipping hamburgers? Give me a break.

                  Revolution? Or taking part in bringing about revolutionary, fundamental changes to our country, but not just our own country, but world-wide. Global change. Changes that will bring our entire planet together in a new age of peace, prosperity, and happiness for all.

                  Sounds like a dream. Yeah, go ahead, spread that $15/Hour over five years because it will make it easier for the millionaire politicians to swallow. Wake up America! Let’s at least have conversations about this. Maybe TOGETHER, over time, we can do something positive for a change…..And for a REAL CHANGE.

                  As a species, we have finally crossed over the approximate 150 to 200 year threshold between the Age of Pisces-“Wars & Religions”, into the Age of Aquarius-“Technology & Peace”. We will still see, and suffer from, all “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly” that we are known for, as a species. Even my grandson’s grandchildren will still see much turmoil and suffering, but they also will be witness to the greatness that is in our future. I certainly will not be around, but I can still write about, perhaps even sometimes predict, what is in the future for mankind. I forever remain optimistic about the future for all, and our planet.

                  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,

                  Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                    Poker “Tells”

                    For all of my friends that play real Poker, live in person, not the online crap, you probably already know that one of the key factors in being a successful player is “reading” your opponents “Tells”. Those sometimes-easy reads AND the mostly difficult reads, when an opponent’s “Tells” give the other player’s information about the strength or weakness of a hand, I.e., “Reading a bluff” for example, or knowing when to fold because a player’s particular “Tell” is “Telling you and the other players”, that he or she has a “Nut” hand, and a “Fold” of YOUR hand would be advisable.

                    “Tells” can be ANYTHING. The way a player caps his hole cards with his little trinket like a Gummi Bear, or the way a player repeatedly looks at his hole cards as if the cards might have somehow changed, “Yup, my Pocket Rockets are still there”. A “Tell” can be something like, scratching his or her head or nose, or it might be a certain look, like a smirky smile or frown, or an action like pulling the hood on a hoodie over his/her head .

                    You will notice that the best of the professional poker players are emotionless, and very difficult to read, but even with them, they DO have “Tells”, it’s just more difficult to see them and takes repeated exposure to them over time to figure out what their particular “Tells” are.

                    Now, I’m NOT a “Pro”, as I can’t afford the huge tournament entry fees which can be as much as $10,000 for most tournaments. I HAVE won one old-fart Sunday tournament many years ago in Laughlin, and I consider myself to be a fairly good “Texas No-Limit Hold’em” player.

                    Part of my own “Game/Strategy” is telling all the other players right up front at the beginning of a tournament/game exactly what to watch for, as far as MY potential “Tells” COULD be. I say COULD be, because it adds a little confusion when they have to either believe me, take their chances or not, I.e., “Is that REALLY a “Tell”, or not?”.

                    As an example, I’ll tell the table that if they see me leaning slightly to my left, slowly lifting my right butt-cheek off my chair as if to fart (and sometimes I MAY have eaten a greasy burrito prior to the game and I DO release a little gas), that “Tell” is indicating that I have “Pocket Rockets” and the “Flop” was “Ace-King-Three” off-suit. In other words, an extremely likely, very high percentage, “Nut” hand for me (or not).

                    Why I said (or not) at the end of the previous paragraph is because obviously, getting Pocket Rockets (Aces) doesn’t happen very often, so that “Leaning-Fart Tell” can also be used in a bluffing situation when I have a junk hand. This announcement of that particular “Tell” can be randomly used with any “Nut” hand as well. I mix up the “Tells” during a game, and by being up front about it, the other players have to think a little more carefully, “Is he bluffing? Or does he have a real hand?”. I call this strategy “Tell Management/Confusion”.

                    Players are always trying to figure out what other players “Tells” are, so adding a little confusion to the mix by announcing what to look for is fun, and absolutely funny to me. Be very careful with your play/betting action when you see me slightly lift either my left or right butt-cheek off my chair .

                    If you’re going to attempt this strategy, I suggest that you eat really greasy Mexican food prior to the game. Another favorite “Tell” of mine is picking my nose, which I also mention at the beginning of a tournament/game. Friendly reminder, bit of advice, do not, I repeat, do NOT flick that booger at the dealer when he’s not looking. The other players WILL “Tell” on you.

                    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,

                    Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                      VAERS DATA – DEATHS FROM THE COVID VACCINES

                      HERE’S ANOTHER REALLY IMPORTANT PUBLIC SERVICE MESSAGE

                      THIS LINK IS TO THE U. S. GOVERNMENT WEBSITE WHERE THE FOLLOWING EXCEL FILE WAS DOWNLOADED FROM: https://vaers.hhs.gov/index.html

                      IT’S ALL YOU REALLY NEED TO KNOW. IF YOU ARE FAMILIAR WITH MIGRATING AROUND AN EXCEL SPREADSHEET, SCROLL DOWN, AS THE NUMBERS OF DEATHS FROM THE COVID-19 SO-CALLED “VACCINES” INCREASE THE FARTHER THAT YOU SCROLL DOWN. YOU WILL SEE HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE DIED IN THE PAST FEW MONTHS FROM THIS ABOMINATION AND HOW THE NUMBERS OF REPORTED DEATHS ARE INCREASING. FOR THE HELL OF IT ALSO TAKE A READ OF THE COLUMN “I” TITLED “SYMPTOM_TEXT”  THAT GIVES GREAT DETAIL OF THE SYMPTOMS/CARNAGE THAT PEOPLE ARE SUFFERING FROM, I.E., THE SEIZURES, UNCONTROLLABLE SHAKING, SHITTING THEMSELVES, FACIAL PALSY, ABDOMINAL PAIN, NAUSEA, EYEBALLS POPPING OUT OF HEAD, VOMITING, PAIN, HEART ATTACKS, TOTAL BREAKDOWN OF LUNG FUNCTION, PAIN, ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA

                      DIEDandtheDATEDIED

                      I WOULD NORMALLY SAY “GOOD LUCK”, BUT SHEEPLE REFUSE TO BELIEVE THE TRUTH WHEN IT’S STARING RIGHT AT THEM. UNFORTUNATELY FOR THOSE THAT HAVE DIED, THE TRUTH STARED DOWN AT THEM WHEN THEIR CASKET WAS BEING LOWERED INTO THEIR GRAVE-HOLE-IN-THE-GROUND

                      Go ahead, take the “JAB” or WAKE UP!!!

                      P. S. i CREATED THIS “POST” BECAUSE FARCECRAP DOES NOT ALLOW THE POSTING OF EXCEL SPREADSHEETS 

                      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,

                      Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                      If you “Like” this PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT and you want to buy me a cup of coffee for my efforts here, then send me a few bucks via the PayPal link. Thanks!

                       

                       

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                        “We are all getting Blue-In-The-Face repeating ourselves”

                        ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. The real facts are continually being published and seen on a daily basis proving beyond a shadow of ANY doubt that we ALL have been witnesses to the greatest SCAM against mankind in history, the COVID-19 Scam-Demic, which is part of a much broader plan by the “ELITE/CABAL” hereinafter referred to as “THEY”, “THEM” “THEIR”.

                        THEY, (the perpetrators), thought that by coercing medical professionals (Doctors) by threatening to pull their licenses to “practice” medicine, and by threatening other medical professionals like Nurses and other staff with termination of their jobs, that THEY could get away with this “operation” that had been planned and conceived many years ago.

                        At the international level, imagine if you were a leader of a country and was given only two choices, become wealthy beyond your imagination (and live)….or die of a sudden heart attack, or perhaps the “covid” takes you out, or maybe it’s just the threat of a bullet to the head. If you were the leader of a country, which would you choose? YES! The money (and the power/membership). Plus, don’t forget that the majority of the world’s political and financial leadership are members of groups like the World Economic Forum and other related groups, like the Bilderberg Group

                        It’s surprisingly funny that THEY have not yet passed laws in all the participating countries stating that all “Useless Eaters” over the age of 60 shall be exterminated and turned into Girl Scout Cookies. If they DID go to that extreme, I’m sure that the remaining “Useless Eaters-Sheeple-Slaves” would say, “Well, it IS a good thing, for the rest of us”.

                        With the Scam-Demic fairy tale failing to become what they originally intended (a real killer), and since it turned out to be something with a 99-plus percentage survival rate, their next step (planned in advance) is the unprecedented, unproven, and unpredictable “Experimental Biological Agent“ (Vaccine). By “Hook or Crook”, THEY are intent on killing off as many people on our planet as they can. Either people die now, which thousands have/are, or they die over the next five years if they have accepted the “JAB”, that’s the plan.

                        Wars will continue, and famines and all sorts of other unimaginable atrocities and “Natural” disasters will continue, along with this new method of eliminating the “Useless Eaters”. UNLESS, we THE PEOPLE of this planet we call Earth do something about it…..do something to stop THEIR end game.

                        There IS a way to stop all this bullshit. No matter how strong a voice is for TRUTH, THEY are the Master Puppeteers and THEY WILL silence you, just look at the fact that Instagram has recently removed RFKJR’s account.

                        So many Truth-Tellers are being de-platformed simply for broadcasting the TRUTH. The Truth-Tellers are being booted off of every major Social Media platform there is. Well, go figure, platforms like farcecrap are controlled by the Puppet Masters just like the control THEY have over the Main Stream Media (MSM) and all our various guberments.

                        What can we do you might ask? It’s complicated, it’s revolutionary, but it’s not impossible. As I’ve been preaching for a long time, the ONLY way to defeat THEM, is to ORGANIZE, COLLABORATE, and SYNERGIZE.

                        I’ve also stated in the past to start investing in Gold, the “Hold in your hand” kind of Gold. Find a place to bury that Gold, because when the Shit DOES hit the fan, all the Fiat Money like the US Dollar will be “Useless as Wings on a Penis”. Guns? Yes, I believe that the folks who ARE awake will need to protect themselves. Militias? Start organizing amongst yourselves, i.e., ALL like-minded Militias, organize under one banner or flag, please, you WILL BE NEEDED. Food? Start growing your own if you can, and/or join or initiate “Community Gardens”. There is much to do, like I said, defeating THEM is complicated, but not impossible.

                        To be continued…..

                        P. S. If you are seriously interested in DOING something, contact me.

                        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,

                        Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                          “Out Cold Joshua (OCJ)” takes a little nap

                          I remember a particularly pleasing and life-lesson event one time way back in 1959 in Grade School. I was in the 6th grade. Every school had their “Bully”, you know, the asshole that had flunked a few grades and was two years older (and bigger) than all the other kids.

                          It was recess, and as usual, the Bully, Joshua Dingleberrystein, was picking on a different kid than me this time. Joshua was twice the size of this little 5th Grader Billy Sullivan. About five minutes into this oh so familiar, punishing scene, right after Joshua had knocked Billy down with a punch in the nose, another kid, a girl, Alessia, had slipped a pair of Brass Knuckles into Billy’s hand.

                          Joshua had NOT seen the slipping of the Brass Knuckles into the hand move by Alessia, (where she got the Brass Knuckles from is another interesting part of the story). Anyway, Billy got up holding his right hand out of sight, slightly behind his back. Joshua walked up to take another swing at Billy and out of nowhere, Billy landed the hardest punch that I’ve ever seen by a kid in my school and hit Joshua square in the temple. KNOCKED THE FUCKING BULLY OUT!

                          The twenty or so other kids including myself, who had been standing there watching Joshua abuse another kid (and all of us sad for Billy, but glad it was not one of us) CHEERED! Billy had knocked Joshua out cold.

                          The recess bell rang a few minutes later while a few of us were urinating on Joshua’s face (we were only trying to wake him up). Everyone except “Out Cold Joshua” or “OCJ” for short, (his new nickname) went back into the school and to our various classrooms. Mrs. Johnson, my teacher, asked where Joshua was. I said, “We’re pretty sure he’s still out on the playground over by the swings taking a little nap”.

                          Mrs. Johnson left the classroom and left Alessia in charge. We were reading Shakespeare or maybe it was something about Lincoln, I don’t exactly recall. We all got up from our desks and ran over to the windows to watch Mrs. Johnson as she walked over to where Out Cold Joshua was still laying. Someone said, “Geezus, I hope Billy didn’t kill that asshole”.

                          Imagine, Mrs. Johnson, knowing what kind of prick this asswipe Joshua was, the whole school including all the teachers knew that Out Cold Joshua was a ruthless Bullying piece of shit, but there was nothing they could do about it because Joshua’s father, Mr. Dingleberrystein was the owner of the only bank in our community, and NOBODY dared to defy him, or upset his applecart in any way.

                          Everyone, the adults that is, banked there, had loans there, and pretty much were obedient “Customers, of Mr. Dingleberrystein. Mrs. Johnson was successful in waking Joshua up from his nap and walked him in and we reckoned, to the nurse’s office. The school day ended and we all went home wondering what was going on in Joshua’s head, and still laughing about the incident on the playground over near the swings.

                          We didn’t see Joshua for two days. Two days later, I walked into Mrs. Johnson’s class and there he was, sitting there, quietly. His forehead was all puffed out and black & blue which made him look more like a baboon than he already was. “Hey, OCJ, how the fuck are ya dude?” I said with absolutely no remorse or fear.

                          Out Cold Joshua no longer picked on other kids, and apparently, the reason why is because when Mr. Dingleberrystein had sought out the who, what, and why of the Brass Knuckles, he found out that they belonged to Alessia’s father, Mr. Calabrese, who had just moved his family here from Chicago. It was kind of strange but interesting to us farm-kids, you know, the word “Mafia”. Mr. Calabrese had opened up a small grocery store in nearby Soderville. Needless to say, Mr. Calabrese didn’t give a flying fuck what Mr. Dingleberrystein thought, “Yes, those where MY Brass Knuckles, you ugly hook-nosed fat fuck”, (someone said they heard Mr. Calabrese say).

                          The point of the preceding story is to say this. What if some of the ultra-wealthy folks actually pooled their money together and acquired, let’s say, 35,000 packed-for-airdrop (with thousands of cases of ammo) the latest and greatest new Sniper Rifle called the MRAD, (Multi-role Adaptive Design) manufactured by Barrett Firearms Company (design based on their earlier — and wildly popular 98B bolt-action rifle), AND, 2,500 packed-for-airdrop  FIM-92 Stinger MANPADS fire-and-forget missile manufactured by Raytheon Missile Systems, AND 2,000 or so miscellaneous containers,  rigged-for-airdrop, containing medical supplies, water, food (MRE’s), and other items required to sustain an army of normal citizens of Palestine, you know, the people that have been living under apartheid conditions for decades.

                          Zebrael, what do you think? Do you think that you’re still going to fly those F-16’s and F-15’s over the innocent people of Palestine, dropping your bombs, killing people, and do you think you dare send your troops into areas of Palestine that received the aforementioned weapons? You fucking BULLY! Palestine now has a pair of Brass Knuckles you fucking turds!

                          Interesting to imagine, wish for, but I am serious about this issue. Zebrael has been the “School-Yard Bully” for generations and this one-sided aggression could be stopped if the people of Palestine were given a pair of “Brass Knuckles”.  Billionaires, let us pool a small portion of your wealth together and turn zebrael into “OUT COLD JOSHUA”.

                          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,

                          Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                            DRUGS R US – The Inglorious Bastards & Murderers

                            A meeting takes place on some rural country road in Kansas. Two vehicles approach each other in the middle of the night. All the local farmers and their families are asleep. It’s two in the morning. Two men get out of their vehicles. One of the men strips down to his underwear. Good thing it’s Summertime, 80 degrees. The stranger in his underwear has done this before. It’s a precautionary thing, you know, hard to hide a miniature microphone to record any conversation you are having when you’re damn near naked. Did the other dude check his butt-hole?

                            The dude with his clothes on says, “Drop the skivvies, you know the drill”. Only two things are spoken by the dude who still has his clothes on, a woman’s name and her address in San Diego. Immediately thereafter, the almost naked dude pulls up his underwear and without saying a word, puts his clothes back on, gets back into his vehicle. They drive off in opposite directions.

                            A “Hit” was just ordered. No Manila folder with data and photos of the intended victim. No envelope with $100 bills in it. Just a name and address. Two weeks later, no weapon involved, or “broken” brake lines on her car. The eventual method of killing the victim is a “drug” suppository that is shoved up her ass ala Marilyn Monroe style that causes major organ failures yet makes it appear as a long-term illness.

                            Six weeks later, after the lengthy toxicology screening post-autopsy, nothing out of the ordinary is found, and the official cause of death is reported as a massive Liver/Kidney/Spleen/Gall Bladder failure. The victim? She was a former Sales Rep for DRUGS R US, one of the world’s largest pharmaceutical companies with 40,000 employees world-wide and sales of almost $50 Billion for the year ending 2020.

                            She had left DRUGS R US a few years earlier after she had discovered that the management of the company had prior knowledge of one of their newest drugs for reducing Arthritis pain causing the deaths of tens of thousands of patients/users of the drug, and that this knowledge was known a few years in advance of them finally pulling the drug off the market. DRUGS R US was knowingly killing people.

                            She was eliminated, murdered, because of her outspoken “Whistle Blowing”. Life IS cheap and/or worthless, and of no consequence when it comes down to it, especially when you have a corporate identity, stock value and shareholders to protect.

                            The people at the top level of management? Most of the upper management were clueless, other than being made aware that a “Whistle Blower” had unfortunately (or fortunately) died of natural causes. They didn’t even bat an eye, could care less, and continued on with their daily biz of running the company. There WERE two people on the Board of Directors that “Winked” at each other when they heard the news of “Sally” the Drug Seller’s death.

                            Do your own research. It’s easy to figure out the name of the drug company involved and the name of the woman they murdered. It’s also easy to find out who is on their Board of Directors and where they live. Part of my story IS fiction, like the two dudes on some dirt road in Kansas in the middle of the night. Some parts are speculation for now, and some parts are real. I decided to use a fictitious name for the pharmaceutical company that was involved, and a fictitious name for the “Whistle Blower” victim as I do NOT want to end up dying of “Natural” causes because someone shoved a suppository up my ass.

                            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,

                            Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                              Truly, Man’s Best Friend

                              Wither there truly is a “Heaven” or not, I consider my buddy Shelton a “Gift from Heaven”. Many of you may have already read a previous post of mine wherein I described how Shelton became my best friend. I’m reposting a new post because of my newly inspired thoughts this early evening, Thursday, January 21st, 2021.

                              What can I say? Smart? Yes! Although Shelton doesn’t SPEAK my language, I KNOW he understands much of what I say to him. I carry on conversations with him all the time as if he were human.

                              Love, dedication and dependence is what I feel from him, and the feelings are mutual, although the “Dependence” is different. I would suggest the word “Rely” as I rely or feel HIS love, dedication and dependence. Funny, don’t many of us wish that we could love another human, AND be loved by another human, like the love we share with our animal friends?

                              Now the nitty-gritty part of this short story. Shelton belonged to my next-door neighbor, Annie, who was taken from where we lived in Baja, Mexico, to a hospital in San Diego in late May of last year. Consequently, her failing liver issue was due to her drinking problem and they kept her in a re-hab after her initial evaluation by the doctors.

                              Consequently, I watched/kept/ babysat Shelton for almost five months. She returned and took Shelton back. Two days later Annie was in a single-car accident, WITH Shelton in the front seat. They took her to a hospital in Ensenada where she died two days later. I cried.

                              Obviously, her family members said that it was obvious to them that I should keep Shelton. It’s a tragedy and truly a huge loss that Annie died, but at the same time, a true blessing for me AND Shelton. Bittersweet.

                              In conclusion, whoever first coined the phrase, “Dogs are Man’s BEST Friend” certainly knew what he/she was talking about. If there IS a “God”, she gave me a wonderful gift. Shelton will never be anything else but my best friend.

                              Postscript: Shelton is three-years-old this month. The photo was taken shortly after Annie died.

                              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,

                              Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                              Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                “Trees, Fences, Garbage Receptacles, and EVERYTHING on any Grassy area”

                                You know how when you walk your dog (outside) and they never go in the same spot twice? Like they can’t stand the smell their own pee? Gott behüte! (Heaven forbid!).

                                If where you live has a (combined) 3,684 “Trees, Fences, Garbage Receptacles, and EVERYTHING on any Grassy area” (my title for this piece). Silly me, I always walk to the first three trees that he ever pissed on. Shelton sniffs at the first tree. 360 Degrees later (walk around the tree), no pee, and Shelton looks up at me with a slight grin as if to say, “On to thee next tree, stupid”.

                                Same thing second and third tree, except this time, after the third tree, I say out loud what I only thought of at the first two trees, “I guess you can pee when and where you want to, and I can go sit on that fucking  bench over there when I want to”, (as I turn and start walking over to the bench, finally, after the first three trees. No, I can’t just skip the first or last two trees, because that would be defeating my purpose of always starting with the first three trees which are no more than 50 feet away from the kitchen door of the casa.

                                Shelton’s on a leash, because we live so close to that idiot’s house at Mara Lagoo, or whatever it’s called. So, I have to say, Shelton always trots along with me, I never have to yank on his leash as a signal. Well, on to number, 1,872 of all the different things he’s pissed on, “We’re halfway there, dude”, I say to Shelton.

                                Infrequently, I need to find a big tree that I can take a piss behind. I’ve always been lucky the four times in that Shelton and I would be on the south side of our estate where all the really old, huge Oak trees are at. Today, we are on the west side where all the Birch trees are, if you get my drift. Oh, and every time I AM pissing behind one of those Oak trees, I have this crazy feeling that somebody’s watching.

                                The neighbors say that that dude Frump likes to get off on watching dudes pee on MY Oak trees (yes, my two assistants walk Shelton sometimes and have the same issues regarding how many different places Shelton can sniff out and decide to go on to that Water Fountain). Maybe THAT’S why frump is looking at THEM, you know, my two assistants that insisted (requested) that they walk Shelton together. Then they get out there in that forest of really Old Oak trees, and wank each other off or something? Is THAT what frump is looking at with his binoculars?

                                P. S. This story was inspired by my last walk with Shelton, AND….Wait for it…..That single small rectangular piece of “Chocolate” that I purchased earlier today. My son was right. Holy Crapola! Like he said, “Dad, be careful with those edibles. They can really surprise you when they hit, and DON’T take more than one small piece”. I can say that it was a very pleasant, relaxing, and inspiring high.

                                As I finished the above, and published it here on my website, and posted it to approximately 80 different pages and groups on farcecrap, I “Clicked” the switch off on my wireless mouse as I always do when I need to take a break, and it’s ALWAYS a good time to take Shelton out to do his business (craps twice a day. Once in the morning , and then late afternoon-early evening, pees four to five times a day, (that’s a LOT of “Trees, Fences, Garbage Receptacles, and EVERYTHING on any Grassy area”), and Shelton, who WAS sound asleep next to my chair, snapped to like someone lit a match under his big toe. He knows the “click” of that mouse switching-off sound. Anyway, I walked down the hall to the kitchen mixed myself a Martini (shaken, not stirred, with a twist of lemon, a splash of Vermouth,no olives or olive juice), and then I opened the cupboard where I keep all my munchies, and as I thought to myself, “Gee, there’s that “Chocolate” sitting right next to the Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.  Hmmmmm. I grabbed the Reeses.

                                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,

                                Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                 

                                Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                  It’s NOT anti-semitism to abhor zebraism

                                  I viewed a recently posted video by Sarah Silverman wherein she expressed her stance and support of, the BDS movement, and her attempt at distinguishing the difference between the “Average Jewish” people and their apartheid zebraist “guberment”.

                                  I agree with most of what she said, “It’s the guberments, not the people”, BUT (and you can see it’s a BIG BUT) she forgot to mention a few things, like, there ARE many of the “Average People” running over and killing Palestinian children with their cars, tearing down Palestinian homes, (some homes that have been there for a hundred years or more)…..How about the “people” ripping up, destroying Palestinian Olive orchards, doing many other despicable and atrocious things to the Palestinian people, and THOSE zebraists are NOT the “guberment”, they are the regular citizens who for generations have been indoctrinated into a very evil way of life.

                                  Another difference that I have with Sarah Silverman and most of the Jewish people that feel the same way that she does about the apartheid treatment of the Palestinian people; There would not be a need for the Palestinian Authority and/or Hamas to do what they do in resisting and fighting against the zebraists and the apartheid conditions IF the zebraist “guberment” treated ALL people of Palestine as equals.

                                  And that brings me to my final comment. Palestine has always been there, and the audacity for the Colonial “Invading other countries” British to give the country of Palestine to the zebraists via the Balfour Declaration in 1917 was at the very least, ILLEGAL then, continued to be illegal in 1948, and it’s illegal now. Given the history of the area, a two-state solution would be a kind gesture of compromise on the part of the Palestinian people, as that “state” IS and always WAS, the country known as Palestine.

                                  I have my own thoughts/ideas of how that whole cluster-fuck in Palestine and the rest of the Middle East can be remedied. As a species, we are finally entering fully into the Age of Peace (Aquarius) from 2,300 years or so in the Pisces Age, (of Religion & Wars). I AM optimistic that we will survive what we will be going thru in the next hundred years or so. If anyone is interested in discussing this, please PM me. Thanks.

                                  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,

                                  Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                   

                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                    Isn’t “Technology” wonderful? (trainers give race horses a lot of water just before a race)

                                    My trip was well-planned. I had two places that I needed to visit as soon as I crossed the border, AAA and a Verizon store. AAA to get my 2021 sticker for my rear license plate as I had already gone online and paid the renewal fee for 2021. My Verizon visit was to re-insert my original SIM Card with my original cell phone number, a number that I’ve had for over twenty years.

                                    Three months, ago I had removed my old SIM Card and replaced it with a Mexican “Telcel” card, with a Mexican phone number because of cell area coverage issues that I was having with Verizon.

                                    Great advanced planning. Thanks to technology, I had “Google-Mapped” my entire route. Starting point from my home in Playa La Mision in Mexico, first to AAA. Then to Verizon, then on to Laughlin. Easy right? I had estimated that because of the Covid-19 bullshit, that each of the two stops would perhaps take an hour or so.

                                    Imagine if you will, my Google-Map directions in a sweet female voice DID get me to AAA, my first stop. Then, because I DID still have that Mexican Telcel SIM Card still in my phone, as soon as I was ready to leave AAA (because there was a two-hour wait for anything DMV related), my cell coverage was ZERO, i.e., my phone was dead and as “Useless as Wings on a Penis”.

                                    I was in Chula Vista, so lost, I didn’t know North from South, East from West. How in the frick was I going to find the Verizon store without the Google-Map and directions since my phone was dead? For those nerdy techy folks, yes, I know how to remove a SIM card and replace it. The “technical” issue was that I had requested that Verizon suspend my account temporarily while I was in Mexico with that Mexican Telcel SIM Card in my phone, and I HAD to go to a Verizon store to reactivate my account.

                                    Fortunately, while still in the parking lot at AAA, I asked someone if they knew how to get to the Verizon store. This was the third person that I had asked, the first two had no clue. The third person gave me easy directions to the Verizon store that I had Google-Mapped. It was only a few miles away.

                                    Easy, right? Wrong. I get to the location for the Verizon store and it was no longer there, hahahahaha. I drove through a few large strip-malls in the area, searching for a store that no longer existed.

                                    Okay. So this time, outside a Starbucks that refused to allow me to use their restroom, the first person that I spoke with gave me directions that she had “Google-Mapped” on HER cell phone. I finally do get to the Verizon store that WAS still there and took care of biz. By this time I have to pee like a race horse after a race. Shelton had already urinated, twice.

                                    The Verizon customer service person had to get me a new SIM Card, and while turning my service back on, and downgrading my “Plan” that I had requested, there was a slight glitch in getting my cell-phone totally switched back on. Sort of like waking up the dead?

                                    The issue? When I had spoken to Verizon’s customer service agent on the phone three months earlier to “Suspend” my account, i.e., put my account to sleep, I DID NOT tell that improperly trained “Customer Service Representative” in some “Call Center” in the Philippines or India with crappy English to begin with, that my cell phone had been stolen. So, in trying to re-activate my phone, the Verizon system would not activate my phone as it appeared to be, a stolen phone (because that’s what this twit in the call center had done, she checked the box marked “Stolen”).

                                    Thankfully, THIS Verizon store representative in Chula Vista knew what he was doing and by experimenting a little, solved the issue (after telling me that only a “Call” to Verizon’s “Customer Service” would fix the problem).

                                    That part of my road-trip (in Chula Vista) took three and a half hours. My wait at the border crossing was just under three hours (I had thought that early morning on a Thursday would be much quicker). I arrived at my hotel in Laughlin, Nevada at 8:30 PM. That’s 13 frickin’ hours, door to door for a trip that should have been seven hours with the two planned stops. Oh, and I DID pee like a racehorse right after winning the Kentucky Derby as soon as I left Verizon yesterday.

                                    No moral of the story. Just remember that when crossing back into the United States, that your cell phone with a Mexican SIM Card will not work. It will be dead and “Useless as Wings on a Penis. The photo “Post Card” was a pic that I took this morning from my hotel balcony.

                                    I hope you enjoyed my little story. Thanks for reading it.

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                                    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,

                                    Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                      New Bay of Pigs? IDK

                                      The Beginning of the Aquarian Age

                                       

                                      The year was 2022, and what had begun as world-wide demonstrations in the Summer of 2021, quickly gained size and speed by December of that year. The “Snow-Ball rolling Downhill” had become an organized “Snow-Ball”.

                                      People all over the world had begun to wake up beginning in 2015, some earlier, some later, thanks to farcecrap and other platforms, but not only wake up, a very large percentage of the “Awakened” began to ORGANIZE in early 2021 (fulfilling a desire of mine, one that I had been preaching about for several years), and with that organization on a massive scale, came the SYNERGY. Because of that synergy the elite/cabal was taken down, and THAT happened quickly.

                                      As it was no longer just another conspiracy theory, the Puppet-Masters, WERE indeed a handful of families at the top of that elite/cabal pyramid, you know, that pyramid with the “All-Seeing-Eye”, and yes, the Rothschilds were one of the families and it was true that the “Bankers” had been manipulating world events like WARS for well over 200 years.

                                      It’s interesting that platforms like farcecrap, with all the censoring of anything anti-zebraism, ultimately was a huge part in helping people to organize against the elite/cabal and the various guberment systems. In March of 2021, a new platform (APP) was introduced that enhanced in a positive way, what had been happening, the connectivity, on all the pro-zebraist platforms. Whoopsie.

                                      This new platform, enhanced the efforts of the “Awakened” who knew that the primary key to defeating/eliminating the elite/cabal was ORGANIZING, which led to the SYNERGY, which quickly led to the re-boot of civilization, total eradication of the elite/cabal and the zebraist Puppet Masters, and a totally new system of minimal governance, world-wide.

                                      Early on, in the United States, the forty-some U. S. State “Militias” formed one single “United People’s World Militia”, and recruitment was at an all-time high with veterans, law enforcement, and average citizens joining, and training/working together.

                                       

                                      The first attempt by the elite/cabal to quash this phenomenon took place in Los Angeles in January of 2022. At the request of the Governor of California, the President had ordered martial law and the National Guard, to respond first to the uprising in Los Angeles, and then in Sacramento and San Francisco. The National Guard was also sent to seven other major U. S. cities. This phenomenon took place in 25 other countries and in as many cities.

                                      Not just an uprising, but a take-over, not just people marching/protesting, but physically arresting the politicians who were once puppets to the Puppet Masters. There was little violence really, because 90% of all the various law enforcement agencies including the National Guard took part in this “Uprising” of the people, in what would eventually be called, “The Aquarian Uprising” and sometimes referred to as “The Aquarian Revolt”.

                                      Simultaneously, as if it was planned, all over the world in all the major cities, the same phenomenon took place. It wasn’t so much planned as it was the fruit of that ORGANIZATION and SYNERGY that I mentioned earlier.

                                      It wasn’t “Anarchy”, that started that snowball rolling, it was SYNERGY. People from every level, socially, and economically were ORGANIZED into one synergistic entity, and became a fundamental part of the beginning of the “Dawning of the Age of Aquarius”, which changed the world. Rich, including the super-rich, and the poor, including the poorest of the poor, were ORGANIZED and acting with true SYNERGY, world-wide.

                                      Several of the billionaires who were amongst the “Awakened”, suddenly realized the true purpose/nature of their wealth, and that “Re-Distribution of Wealth” thing, that had been the topic of many conspiracy advocates and honest politicians for decades, became a different kind of reality for them.

                                      The super-wealthy that were part of the elite/cabal that remained opposed to this different type of “Re-Set” than what THEY had planned, are now spending the rest of their lives (in luxury) on an island in the South Pacific, where they have had to learn how to grow their own food, raise and tend to their own livestock. Think “Island of Île Saint-Joseph” in the movie “Papillon”, only these remaining rich fucks are happy as pigs rolling around in their own shit, with their mansions, swimming pools and tennis courts in a tropical paradise that have been provided to them for the rest of their lives. The King of the United Kingdom (the queen died) and most of the “Royal” family is on this island, along with a few dozen other former Puppet Masters and leaders who were once part of the elite/cabal. Need I say that the remaining remnants of the Rothschilds, and other families from the once formidable top of the pyramid are also on “Chattel Island”. In total there’s about 120 people on that island.

                                      Our old financial systems based on usury and “Taking” became a new system based on “Giving/Sharing”. The “Universal Income” bullshit is just that, archaic bullshit. Instead, the “System”, one of giving/sharing was developed. “Money”, does not exist, no need for banks, wallets, credit cards, or checking accounts. After grocery shopping, no check-out lines, no cash registers/cashiers, you fill up your grocery cart with what you and your family needs, and walk out. Need your prescription for blood-pressure medicine re-filled? No problem. Use the universal “APP” on your phone or the one built into your medicine cabinet in your bathroom, and your meds are delivered by one of those tiny drone helicopters the same day.

                                      Everyone has a “Home”, a place to raise their families, with no house payments or rent, all the essentials like food and medical care are free, at no “Cost” because the new “System” is based on “Sharing/Giving” rather than “Lending/Taking”. Those that “Have” give/share with those that don’t “Have”, i.e., those in need receive and in turn, they also “Give/Share”.

                                      Whatever your “Job” or “Career” is, you no longer are “Paid” for your skill-set/work, you receive your “Compensation” in the form of having ALL your needs met, and in turn, you share/give to those in your own community. Our planet has become like one gigantic “Commune”. The factories of the military/industrial complex are now manufacturing items to enrich our lives, not to destroy.

                                      Not “Socialism”, not “Communism”, certainly not a “Democracy” or “Bureaucracy” as what had been known in the past. Call it whatever, our new system has proven to be one that is worthy of being called a part of our planet’s “AQUARIAN Age”.

                                      In July of 2022, a new form of world governance replacing the United Nations was established with the creation of the “World Council” at the top, consisting of eight unpaid “Elected” citizens who are the “Shepherds” of the flock, the “World’s People”. These eight individuals are from the northern and southern hemispheres, from the east and west half of our planet and are professionals in various fields of endeavors.

                                      We no longer have “Nation States”. We are ALL inhabitants of this planet we call Earth, no borders, no passports, no problems. With no monetary system, when something needs to be done, like build a new dam, erect a bridge, etcetera, the skilled citizens just do it, using the raw materials that have been turned into the various materials and equipment required to complete whatever needs to be done. Growers grow the food, and the supply chain delivers. Artists are known for their work, not for how much their work is worth in the “Old” financial system. Writers write, musicians perform/entertain. Throughout all walks of life and what used to be called “Occupations”, people are doing what they love, because they love what they’re doing.

                                      It’s amazingly simple. The needs of all people are met, and oh, by the way, we have totally eliminated the use of carbon-based fuels for our transportation needs as new technology in what can be described as almost “Perpetual Motion” and smaller and smaller power storage/batteries were invented.

                                      Technology? You can’t even begin to imagine all the advances we have made in ALL areas of our lives. Life-spans have increased by 15%, and because of advances in technology, it is expected that by the year 2030, people will be living and (have all their physical/mental capacities), at 135 years old due to advances in medical technologies. Vaccines are a page in the history books and the pharmaceutical industry is also history.

                                      One could ask, “What about countries like China and North Korea?” I don’t have an answer for that, yet, but let’s just say that ALL guberments/leadership were either “LOVED” into submitting to the “New Aquarian Age Order” (not the New World Order) or they were living on that island that I talked about earlier.

                                      Along the way to The Age of Aquarius, things happened. Innocent people DID die along the way to PEACE, and some people that deserved their fate, like the zebraists, were literally evaporated off the face of the planet. I saw a map in a recent dream that showed Tel Aviv and the surrounding area replaced by sea water, as if someone, had taken a huge bite out of a cookie. It was an “accidental” detonation of a zebrael nuke that set off several others, that turned that part of the coastline of Palestine into a “Cookie-Bite” part of the Eastern Mediterranean Sea.

                                      That huge bay area is now called, “New Bay of Pigs”. They tried to blame it on Iran, but the “Signature” of the zebrali nukes proved without a doubt that it was zebrael’s nukes. Funny dream. End of zebraism. The Palestinian people in Gaza and all over Palestine survived, and thrived for the first time since 1948, and they were free. One of the volunteers/elected members of the World Council is from Palestine. She is a school teacher.

                                      Ethnic cultures and traditions didn’t change, people still have their cultural identities, but everyone on the planet is happy to be part of this new world, as one people.

                                      I don’t know what’s in store for us in the next thirty years or so. On a personal level, as an optimist, I believe that I will live past 100 and still have all my mental and physical capabilities. What I wrote in this essay is fiction of course, but so was George Orwell’s “1984”. Fiction has a habit of turning into reality doesn’t it. As a “Goy”, I DO believe that zebraism is and has been, as a part of the Pisces Age, an abomination upon the human race. As an optimist, I also believe that zebraism WILL be eliminated from our planet at some point in the near future. How this happens is anybody’s guess.

                                      I have written many essays that describe that “Fork-in-the-Road” that our species is fast approaching. I optimistically predict that our species WILL take the correct road that will lead us into the new age. An age of PEACE. That age of PEACE will be filled with Selflessness and Charity/Love, and although Selfishness and Greed will stick its ugly head up once in a while, it will be toothless, with no more power over mankind.

                                      Selfishness and Greed has been just as much a part of our human nature/psyche as Selflessness and Charity. We can either be a person who is Selfish and Greedy and experience/suffer the eventual Bad Karma, or we can choose to be Selfless and have a giving, charitable spirit, and welcome the Good Karma.

                                      If you were to take a biopsy of human nature and how we have evolved, you will find throughout our history that MOST of our species have won the internal battle against Selfishness and Greed and chosen to be Loving, and Charitable creatures, the Golden Rule kind of thing.

                                      If we are fortunate enough to live a full, long life, in our final moments we can either look back on our life and say, “I have no regrets. I have lived a great life and it’s time for me to go” because we HAVE lived a life that WAS full of selfless love and charity towards others, or on the opposite side of the coin, we have been a nasty, selfish and greedy asshole, and those close to us, perhaps at our bedside waiting for us to finally die, are thankful that we are taking our last breath. You CAN choose to be Loving and Charitable. Don’t be an asshole.

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                                      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,

                                      Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                        How about we ALL create PEACE for a change?

                                        I just have to say this. There is so much controversy and “Conspiracy Theories” about EVERYTHING these days, and thanks to technology like farcecrap and many other platforms, people are sharing their beliefs/opinions, and/or opposing the beliefs/opinions that others express, and it’s a huge CLUSTERFUCK, putting it mildly. Wars, and rumors of Wars, all of the various armies killing generations of innocent people, many soldiers doing so with a malicious and insane evil pride, and many others returning to their homes and families suffering with PTSD, people actually dying of starvation in many parts of the world, pandemics versus plandemics, the apartheid treatment of other people, should I paint my toenails Purple?

                                        Whatever the subject matter, “Do Pinto Beans really cause gas? (asking for a friend)” If you publish ANYTHING, there WILL BE others who don’t agree with you because they believe the exact opposite, and THEY are not afraid to post THEIR opposing views/comments.

                                        “Where’s the proof?” many people write. “Here’s the proof”, someone fires back a salvo. “I don’t believe your documented, written in stone, proof” some else says. Scores of other people get involved in sharing THEIR OWN opinions/beliefs. It’s getting to the point where it’s becoming a joke. Wait for whatever the REAL truth is once it’s irrefutably, undeniably PROVEN!

                                        An example would be a live news conference where the real “perpet-traitors” confess to their involvement in 9-11. Wouldn’t THAT be marvelous.

                                        Personally, I have my own beliefs based on other’s research, and also based on my own life-experiences and research. As an example, I believe that JFK was murdered by a bunch of power-hungry wackos and Oswald was their “Patsy”. I have many more examples of my own beliefs that people have seen me post on farcecrap and on my website, so, I’m NOT going to rewind and play it all back for you.

                                        The analogy would be, for me at least, if some dude suddenly showed up riding a donkey through Jerusalem, and all the religious folks were claiming that the dude is Jesus. Sorry, unless I can poke my finger through the holes in his hands and feet, and he heals my less than 20-20 vision, takes care of the aneurysm behind my right eye, and miraculously heals my heart that has an enlarged aorta, I’m NOT going to be convinced that he’s the “Second Coming” dude that all the religious folks have been waiting for almost 2,000 years.

                                        Forget your “Thoughts & Prayers”. Our world is pretty fucked right now, and the greatest trait that a person can exhibit to others, is OPTIMISM. In addition to optimism, a healthy dose of LOVE & EMPATHY towards others, and conscientiousness would be super-cool.

                                        I’m optimistic that we ARE going to survive as a species, regardless of ALL the conspiracy theories people are constantly arguing about. Be optimistic. Love one another, be kind, actively prove your compassion/empathy and concern for others. How about we ALL create PEACE for a change? We shall see. Period.

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                                        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,

                                        Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                          “I don’t have to hear the entire conversation, do I”?

                                          I think THIS story is funny in a bizarre sort of way.

                                          Tonight, my neighbor Cameron and I were having one of our bi-weekly (sometimes weekly) chats (cannabis involved) and it was a rare one for me. Typically, after a few bong-loads, I get obnoxiously silly. In other words, I entertain mostly myself with the most off-the-wall shit a person could dream up. However, much of the time, really funny shit that could be ALMOST George Carlin-ish funny, yet philosophical in nature, to Robin Williams bat-shit crazy-funny, and everything in between. Much is good, most is obnoxious for people that have known me for a very long time, like my son or daughter, my best friends, etcetera.

                                          Tonight was different though. The subject matter that Cameron initially introduced became a focused discussion for the hour or so that we sat on his roof-deck of his 40-foot Custom-Bus/Coach parked about 30 feet from the high-tide mark on the beach, of the southern side the of Molokai’ facing the Pacific Ocean.

                                          Cameron and I spent the hour discussing the virtues of “Cement” construction and all other materials such as metal/steel, wood, etcetera. The fact is, a home made from poured cement will last longer than the Pyramids of Egypt. Cameron and Michelle have been living in their million-dollar Class “C” Motorhome for two months now, and I have flown in from Nevada once before in the very beginning of construction of their dream home (made from CEMENT).

                                          Cameron had seen concrete construction in Baja, where he and I first met three years ago when we were neighbors. The fact is, that Mexicans build most houses and every other type of use/building out of concrete blocks and/or poured CEMENT. The least expensive is the Cinder-Block, (cement blocks) construction with perhaps if they can afford it, an inch or so layer of cement troweled on the exterior walls, and the interior walls as well. Tilt-Ups as they are called take a lot more skill and finesse to do properly, and therefore are a little more expensive and a little rarer than the cinder-block construction.

                                          Three months ago, Cameron and Michelle had visited me at my castle-like home in the Nevada desert that was built entirely out of CEMENT.  “I nailed it didn’t I Cameron. I told you that I was going to come in to a pretty large sum of money, and it wasn’t the Lotto. One of my oil paintings just sold at auction for 3-1/2 Million dollars last week. I’ve sold 7 others since I started painting again. I’m tickled-pink that you two love my castle, and how it was built entirely out of CEMENT”.

                                          I digress. Cameron and Michelle are building their dream-home on their 10-acre beach-front property on the southern side of Molokai’, facing the Pacific Ocean, and they’re building it out of……wait for it…….CEMENT! And I’m advising them on the design aspect, you know, where to put that custom-built curved, Men’s Latrine off the Game Room (my design idea), and how to build a curved wall out of CEMENT.

                                          So, anyway, after an hour of really serious but Cannabis-Inspired discussion, I went back to my Casita here in Baja (yes, my CEMENT Castle in Nevada and Cameron and Michelle’s  CEMENT Dream Home wherever they decide to build it is three years from now). Once inside and sitting in my office chair, I called my son as he had texted me twenty minutes earlier that he was ready for my phone call (he was on a storyboarding job today (Sunday). I called him, and we discussed, the subject matter that I had been saving for a day which has absolutely nothing to do with this essay/story tonight.

                                          After about five minutes, I was concluding our call by briefly explaining to my son how although normally to him, I get obnoxiously silly, Cameron and I had a fantastic discussion about CEMENT construction for building a home (even boats/ships are made from cement, they’re called “Ferro Cement” boats).

                                          And as I got about 10 minutes into an almost word-for-word discourse of my entire hour-long discussion/session tonight with Cameron, (it would have been an additional fifty minutes on the phone with my son had I continued with my almost uncanny word-for word rewound and repeat,and he hadn’t of stopped me)…..what should have been just a brief sentence or two telephone conversation concluding/ending thought, my son interrupted me, politely, and said, “I don’t have to hear the entire conversation, do I”? “I WAS stoned, funny how that works” I said. We both laughed and we said good night and hung up.

                                          I think it is so funny that tonight the conversation was serious, and not George Carlin philosophically funny, or Robin Williams bat-shit crazy-funny, it was serious (Cannabis was used solely for medicinal value in that it DOES inspire intellectual thoughts and discussions like the one Cameron and I had tonight, about CEMENT construction versus everything else regardless of the environmental location/conditions).

                                          I believe the aforementioned “Story” could be real someday, that CEMENT Castle, Cameron and Michelle’s CEMENT house, somewhere, who knows. I used Molokai’ just for the intrigue in my writing style, making readers think that it was past or present tense, but very well could be future tense/sense.

                                          Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! Share this essay by sharing the website URL “Link” if you liked it. I might use parts of this story in my stand-up routine, IDK.

                                          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,

                                          Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                            I see that train acomin’, it’s comin’ round the bend….

                                            I see that train acomin’, it’s comin’ round the bend….I’ve got a new story to tell you, where do I begin?….

                                            Where do I begin. It all started when the USA bombed Tehran and began what became a feeble and disastrous invasion of Iran. Zebrael got involved when the mossad detonated a small tactical nuke in an area near Shiraz that supposedly housed a nuclear research facility.

                                            Escalating quickly, this new war suddenly ended just as quickly as it began, with a large nuke turning Tel Aviv into a new portion of the Eastern Mediterranean Sea. Some say it was the Russians, some say it was Iran, some thought perhaps it was Pakistan or some other power friendly to Iran. No one really knew for sure except whoever it was, that nuking which wiped out the zebraists brought everything to a screeching halt. What was left of the zebraists were quickly rounded up by the people.

                                            At the same time that all this shit was happening in the Middle East, the people of America had FINALLY taken action. Tired of decades and decades of deception and war, the American people did something about it. Not just the Patriots, and the armed militias, but the average citizens were finally fed up with the way their political leaders had been governing the USA. The Sheeple finally understood what had been going on, and who was responsible, and joined in what became the vast majority of awakened folks that took control and took back the power of governance away from the corrupt asswipe puppets in Washington D. C. who had driven us to the brink.

                                            It all happened so quickly. New governments were established all over the world, replacing those that had previously been puppets for the zebraists/elite/cabal. Almost overnight, western countries/governments were changing out their political systems and methods of governance. In Great Britain, the “Royals” were arrested and tried for crimes against humanity. This same “Changing of the Guard” was happening in Germany, France, Australia, and other western nations. The United States led the way in disposing of the “Old” and bringing in the “New” systems of true “Governance by the People, for the People”. It was not a lengthy process. All of this change for the good of mankind took six months for the complete transformation to take place.

                                            During this six-month period of change/reformation which would be called “The Great Reformation of 2022”, there were many people arrested, tried and convicted of “Crimes Against Humanity”. Politicians, billionaires like Gates, people in the military/industrial companies, leaders in the various media companies as well as other industries like the pharmaceutical companies were arrested.

                                            “We, the People”, had had enough, and we finally organized, synergized our efforts, and removed the cancer that had been destroying us from within. With Tel Aviv now just a spot in the eastern part of Mediterranean Sea, and zebrael and the zebraists just a new chapter in our history books, changes that were once only dreams quickly became realities.

                                            What was the military folks doing you might ask? The irony of all ironies is that beginning with the U. S. military, they quickly understood that their function was now obsolete, and that they were no longer needed to “Defend” the Constitution of the United States of America, that their focus on never-ending wars was a foot-note in the history books. Instead of war, we now had peace, instead of prosecuting these never-ending wars, they now had converted their previous abilities of killing people into saving lives instead. Tens of thousands of young people now joined the “Peace Force”, building infrastructure in third-world countries, repairing/rebuilding our own, responding to natural disasters like the major disaster in South America when a large asteroid hit Buenos Aries.

                                            For the first time in our history as a species we were at peace. Instead of using our resources for wars like we had been for centuries, the human race began solving age-old problems like ending famines, housing the homeless, finding cures for diseases like cancer, continuing the process of making life better for every human being on the planet.

                                            Within a year, the new leadership that had taken control throughout the world participated in forming a “World Council”. This council or cabinet of 12 people-appointed leaders eliminated borders, declaring everyone to be a “Citizen of Planet Earth”.

                                            Instead of the “New World Order” that the elite/cabal had spent lifetimes planning for, we are now well established in the “Aquarian New Age Order”, something that I had dreamt and written about for years, but never thought that I would live long enough to see. As I finish this new essay with my Grandson playing outside with Shelton, I truly am thankful for living long enough to be a part of this monumental change for our species.

                                            Do you, as a reader of this essay think it’s crazy to believe what you just read? Is it crazy to be an optimist, to believe that WE CAN as a species, evolve ourselves into PEACE? If you believe as I do, then stop talking about it, let’s DO something about it. Of course I don’t want to see Tel Aviv become part of the Mediterranean Sea if we as a species, can prevent that from happening. I do expect to see dramatic shit happening at some point, shit that MAY kill a lot of innocent people. I say let’s prevent, circumvent, the bad shit, and collectively as a species, make the changes required in a peaceful manner. But Tom,how do we do that? We can start by ORGANIZING all the “Single Flies, Farting in the WInd”, and then building upon that with SYNERGY, and using that synergy to change the world. If this make sense to you, let’s talk.

                                            Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! Share this essay if you agree with it. I might turn this into a screenplay, IDK.

                                            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,

                                            Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                              This short essay is for my son, Tommy (and Ralf the Mouse)

                                              Story image is for a Lexus commercial.

                                              My next-door neighbor Cameron and I were enjoying the evening, with the great weather, calm starry night sky, and four pipe-loads of really good home-grown Mexican Weed, and I somehow got on the story of when my son Tommy had just turned 14, and he became the youngest comic book artist to be interviewed by Marvel Comics. That was after getting a private tour of Marvel Comics by the Owner/CEO at that time, whose name escapes me right now but I will Google it and find out the dudes name and edit it in later.

                                              Yes, my son’s “Action-Hero / Monsters from Outer Space” art was, at 14 years old (really 13 years, 6 weeks old), PROFESSIONAL! Over all those early years as parents, we both encouraged Tommy with his desire to be an artist, whether it be an “Action-Hero” artist for Marvel Comics, a Graphic Artist in the advertising fields, OR, and you notice, it’s a BIG OR, or, Tommy introduces as his first goal to introduce RALF THE MOUSE.

                                              There was MIGHTY MOUSE and there was MICKEY MOUSE, and now there’s RALF THE MOUSE! Tonight, while chatting with Cameron, I came upon the realization that I have been encouraging my son to keep working and perfecting RALF THE MOUSE for over twenty-five years or so.

                                              About a year-and-a-half ago my son and I were talking, and as best as I can recollect, I said to him, “Ralf, is going to be huge Tommy. Even though you are enjoying the success of being a popular Storyboard Artist, Ralf is going to be what I have been saying all along, that your major success will be in getting RALF THE MOUSE on the Big Screen in an animated cartoon produced by a major studio like Disney.

                                              That was a year-and-a-half ago when I said that within the next two to three years it’s going to happen. Today, that means within this next year, 2021.

                                              How? I even have that answer, although I swear I’m not an oracle or prophet. First let’s think about the potential contacts he has via his Storyboard career, Secondly, it’s much easier to reach mass audiences first through YouTube and similar platforms. It will be ironic when Tommy’s character RALF THE MOUSE is picked up by Disney, and Ralf becomes a sensation, drawing millions of people to watch Ralf and his forgivable shenanigans and acts of good will and mercy. There will be at least three other mice besides Ralf, that get merchandized in the form of every “Action Figure” type of toy or stuffed character.

                                              This is what I envisioned tonight with my brain activated and inspired partially by great cannabis. Watch for, keep on the look-out for RALF THE MOUSE! COMING SOON TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU!

                                              For those of you out of the thousands that enjoy my writing and keep coming back to my website….that’s 60% of you, and for those that are visiting my website for the first time…..that’s 40% of you….Should you just happen to have a friend who has a cousin, who’s uncle has a brother, that works for Disney, perhaps at an executive-level position, and you feel inspired enough by this story about RALF THE MOUSE, that you will not just give your friend a call, you will be in on a few other calls that leads you to a conference call with the CEO of Disney. I can just hear an attorney/counselor to “Chuck (fictitious CEO), saying, You have to see this dudes RALF THE MOUSE character, and see the storyboards and the short B & W video that he’s provided. We are talking major cha-ching here.  Forget the action-hero bullshit. First there was Mickey, than along came Mighty, then…..(wait for it)….RALF THE MOUSE”.

                                              Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! There’s a new Mouse in town and his name is RALF!

                                              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,

                                              Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                              Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                “Let’s wrap all the Conspiracy Theories up in one big bundle for the Holiday Season”

                                                Here’s a “Conspiracy Theory” for you. Why is it that a majority of the world’s political leaders all the way down to the state Governor level and in large cities, the Mayoral level, are so much in lock-step with this COVID19 bullshit, which was/is a planned and simultaneously carried out event that has taken place, and why are they also in lock-step with the “New World Order” and the “Great Reset” as well?

                                                Let’s think about this for a minute. If all the various conspiracy theories are related, interconnected, like the New World Order agenda (one common government body, financial/currency and a religion of some kind), “Eugenics” (the culling/elimination of several billion people), and an obedient people that is left over to be slaves to their masters, there has to be some type of motivation involved.

                                                Here’s what I think that motivation is. Imagine if you were someone at a high level in politics and in industry. You have dutifully been attending annual meetings like the World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland, the Bilderberg Group, Bohemian Grove, and the the Illuminati just to name a few.

                                                You know what the plan is based on, in some cases, decades of careful preparation and planning. You are a Governor of a state, (pick any), and besides having risen to the top like the cream in milk, you are very wealthy as well. You have been raised in a part of society that looks down on the rest of humanity because after all, you ARE special, you are better than the common folks, right?

                                                You are naturally motivated to be a part of this entire plan, the “Great Reset and NWO”. You as a Governor, Senator, President of a country, know that when all is said and done, and the primary goals of the Elite/Cabal are achieved, YOU, will be part of that ruling class of a new type of societal structure that is well taken care of. You also know that your future generations of your immediate family will be “In Like Flynn” as well.

                                                It’s not about money so much as it is about power. Our financial systems that all our economies are based on today are antiquated compared to what the Elite/Cabal has designed for you. Why do you think there is a plan to “Chip” every human on the planet? You have seen the evidence of their plan. Without the “Chip” (which will eventually evolve from that tiny thing surgically implanted somewhere in your body, to a device that will be injected into your blood stream, perhaps altering the structure of your DNA?

                                                Without the device, whatever it ultimately ends up being, a person will not be able to buy food, shelter, fuel, anything. Some folks equate it to the “Mark of the Beast”, I just say it’s the ultimate desire of the Elite/Cabal to wield ultimate power and authority over all of mankind, (a New World Order kind of thing). A “Chip” or whatever, is designed for control, and the Elite/Cabal’s intent is to control the human race, that is, those who are still alive.

                                                Back to the “Motivation” part of this theory of mine. Something has been going on for a very long time prior to this current situation that as a species, we find ourselves in. The “Lock-Step” compliance, and it happening all over the world simultaneously, is too great a coincidence to have happened based on a “Plandemic” that didn’t happen or turn out to be a much of a killer as it was intended to be. The numbers world-wide show a 99.99% recovery/survival rate and the folks that ARE dying are those with weakened/compromised immune systems like the elderly or those with underlying medical conditions.

                                                Although their Plandemic fizzled out, it amazingly is still pushed on the masses by the various governments involved and the Main Stream Media (MSM). The numbers in my opinion are false, witness the sarcasm going around, “Hey, I know a guy whose Uncle was eaten by an Alligator (partially), and the hospital that took care of sewing his remains back together listed COVID-19 as the official cause of death”. “Yummy, yummy, Uncle Joey for the Tummy”.

                                                If you were, let’s say, President of one of the top western nations, and you already had obtained wealth at some level, and had risen to the top of the power structure politically thereby wielding great power over your country and it’s people, and the Puppet Masters said, “Look, you either go along with this plan that has been decades in the making, and once our New World Order is firmly established, we will continue to allow you to wield great power because you will be appointed to the “Great Council of Leadership”, you know, that twenty-member council that will oversee the world for us, (and do our bidding as we dictate it to you)”……OR…..”WE WILL KILL YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY (and make it look like an accident)”. Simple. Promise of continuing/more power, or threat of death, what would you choose?

                                                The truly wealthy, those with billions of dollars and also those farther down the Totem Pole with hundreds of millions, are not concerned about how they continue to increase their wealth (their portfolios), they already have all the mechanisms in place to assure that their wealth continues to grow. What they want most of all is to remain in power over whatever their own little sphere of influence happens to be, and the choice between living and dying is obvious, they choose to fall into lock-step along with their peers. Money, they have already, to remain in the NEW WORLD ORDER with the same amount of power and influence and the promise of more of that power and influence is about as greedy as one can get.

                                                Here’s a few MEMES associated with this essay:

                                                For discussion sake, imagine what percentage of the top ten billionaires, correction, top FIVE billionaires wealth could end world hunger and other atrocities that plague mankind, 2%? Perhaps 1%? And yet when these folks sit there at their annual meetings and forums discussing and planning THEIR future, is that option ever discussed? I don’t think so. Their wealth in most cases is tied to their stock portfolios which their paid professional investment advisors dutifully have invested heavily in guess what? Companies like Raytheon, Boeing, Lockheed Martin, BAE Systems, Northrop Grumman,  General Dynamics, just to name a few, i.e., the “MILITARY/INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX.

                                                Exactly what is discussed at these annual gatherings of the most powerful people on the planet? I can just see it. One dude raises his hand and says, “HEY! I know. What if we end all wars and world hunger?, and someone else says, “STFU! The more that die the better. We need to rid ourselves of all the dispicables. My portfolio increased by 35% just this year alone!”. These people are not concerned about a few million deaths. Sure, they DO discuss humanitarian, environmental, and other issues that ARE important, but they ALSO discuss and plan what’s best for THEM, not us. They have been ramping up on this NWO and Global Reset for at least a decade now, and like a snowball rolling downhill, their overall plans have been accelerating and increasing in momentum. Back to “Chipping” every living human being on the planet. POWER! CONTROL!

                                                Everything else, like the social injustice movements like BLM (Black Lives Matter) are inconsequential to the Elite/Cabal’s BIG picture. The Elite/Cabal could give a flying fuck about ALL the societal issues, in fact, much of it is funded in part by the extremely wealthy as part of their plans. Pretty smart on their part to have the masses at odds with each other all the time over something like, let’s say, electing a POTUS, or finding justice for some poor souls who were gunned down by inadequately trained police.

                                                Other related essays:

                                                Facebook’s Digital Currency, LIBRA

                                                And…..

                                                “Tell me again, who are these people called Sheeple?”

                                                But WAIT! There’s MORE!

                                                “Coronavirus & Global Lockdown” ~ LIVE ROUND TABLE

                                                No matter what side of the fence you are on, for sure we are entering an era that will either put many of us in the so-called conspiratorial FEMA Camps for “Re-Indoctrination”, or we will be culled (killed off) by the next great pandemic, or something else. Do your own research, and by doing that, “FOLLOW THE MONEY”. Research the Army’s Biological Warfare Research Center (that was) in Fort Detrick, Maryland. Research who’s money funded the further research and development at the laboratory in Wuhan, China. Research what you will, and WAKE UP to what is going on. Then join in making real plans to survive what inevitably is coming.

                                                And now, to conclude this essay, In offer a little humor/sarcasm:

                                                Age of Awareness (Aquarius?)

                                                Postscript: One last MEME created the following day that’s appropriate to this essay

                                                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,

                                                Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                  2,500-pound Bull versus Doggie Poop?

                                                  Okay, I admit, and I’m proud to say, that I’m the “Official” Dog-Poop-Picker-Upper-Dude where I’m currently living, long story. Kind of a “George Carlin-ish, Saturday Night Live Skit” inspired by a little Cannabis, that could be a short video or animated cartoon. It’s about dog-poop, so if you’re a little squeamish or easily get offended by words like “Poop” “Crap” or “Shit”. This story is really not for you so don’t read any further.

                                                  Where I have been living for almost eight months here in beautiful Baja, Mexico, is normally home for three dogs, Dagwood, Louie, and Shelton….and sometimes more dogs, depending on whether there are Airbnb guests staying in the other two Casas that Arthur and Molly own.

                                                  When I first began babysitting my wonderful friend and companion Shelton, a West Highland Terrier, Arthur mentioned that HIS two dogs, Dagwood and Louie, were trained to go through a little opening in the fence between the main property to the backyard of the one-bedroom house next door to go poop/pee.

                                                  Before I began baby-sitting, Shelton was familiar with that back yard next door, and did his “business” there, because that’s where he lived, with Annie. The only confusing thing for Shelton when I DID start to take care of him was the little cut-away section of the fence was an unknown factor to him. Sure, Louie and Dagwood knew and used that hole in the fence whenever THEY needed to take a crap or pee, but Shelton had no clue, since he now was staying with me in my Casita. I KNOW that Shelton has pooped on the patio in the past, and he still does, rarely, and I pick it up of course.

                                                  Let’s introduce a few cats, and by all that is holy, those cats strictly use their cat boxes 100% of the time, so, it CAN’T be THEIR poop that is left in the front patio area of the main house, where my Casita also was located (a shared the patio). Plus, having had cats before, I kind of know the difference between cat shit and dog shit, you think?

                                                  I resisted for a few months, never really understanding the real issue at hand, and what I needed to do. I did pick up cat shit that was pretending to be Shelton’s shit, and eventually gave in to the idea that it was ALWAYS Shelton’s shit that I was picking up.

                                                  Over the months that ensued and as Shelton and I became permanent buddies, I began to train him to go potty outside of the property, in a few specific areas, like behind my car, or down the road in a particular spot off to the side that he seemed to get used to.

                                                  Training, as in verbally praising him with a consistent, repeated “Shelton went Poo-Poo! Good boy, Shelton went Poo-Poo!!” and then following up with a “treat” was/is my Modus Operandi. This pattern of repetitive “Praise and Reward” worked, and it occurred to me that that’s what many parents do when they are potty-training their toddlers. “Good Boy, Tommy went “Poo-Poo”. My reward was a cookie. Not an ordinary cookie though….a Milk-Bone Dog Biscuit. I was teething. In the past six months or so, Shelton has pooped “had an accident” only twice in my Casita. Once when I first started taking care of him while Annie was in the hospital, and once about a month ago when I was not feeling feel and slept all day. 

                                                  Those biscuits were hard as a rock, and all I could do is suck on it and gum it a lot, eventually turning portions of it into a mush I could swallow, which was what my Mother intended or purposed that biscuit to do. “Praise and Reward”, just like with a dog. You can’t do that with cats as they have a mind of their own, and WILL repeatedly go back to their cat box….unless of course they happen to be outside, like say, on a patio, and feel the urge….to shit.

                                                  I went from incredulous denial to full compliance in about four months. Even when there were vacationing dogs on the property, I began to feel like it was my sacrificial duty to pick up everyone’s dog shit. I didn’t always see it in time, so sometimes Arthur would say, “Looks like Shelton went potty on the patio again”, “Oh, I got it Arthur, sorry I just woke up, I’ll pick it right up as soon as I put my slippers on”.

                                                  Which leads me to the satirical/comical part. Earlier tonight when I was sitting on Michelle’s and Cameron’s patio next door, as I was sharing my dog-poop story with them, I thought of a funny twist to the monologue (think Carlin here). I envisioned a 2,500-pound Bull breaking through both the wrought-iron gate and the secondary wooden doors at three in the morning. Rampaging around the patio area for a while, this huge bull finally took a huge crap, and then left the property the same way he came in.

                                                  Then I also envisioned waking up later that morning, opening my door to take Shelton for a “Walk”, seeing Arthur up on the Bodega deck, stretching, looking down, “Good morning Tom”. I know he’s staring at this huge pile of “Bullshit” that is there right in front of me in the center of the patio, and as I begin scooping it up with a snow shovel I say, “Got it Arthur. It could not have been Dagwood, Louie, the cats, or the other five dogs on the property. It must have been Shelton”. In my mind, I’m thinking, “BULLSHIT”.

                                                  It’s funny. How we condition ourselves. I had resigned myself to no longer make it an issue when I was told, “Can’t be Dagwood or Louie, they’re trained to go next door”, or, “Can’t be the cats, they ALWAYS use their Cat Boxes”. Having been raised on a farm in the Midwest, I do know the difference between Cat Shit, Dog Shit, Cow Shit, Duck Shit, Racoon Shit, Chicken Shit, Squirrel Shit, AND Bear Shit, and I obviously recognize dog shit that’s totally different than Shelton’s.

                                                  And as far as the visiting dogs five times as big as Shelton, I have picked up a few turds that had these chunks of what could have been whole kernels of corn mixed in with the regular dog shit. Nothing in what I feed Shelton even comes close to that, just saying.

                                                  I want to make it clear that I’m NOT complaining. Arthur and Molly are very sweet, kind-hearted, generous people, and I love them for that, and also for the opportunity that I have had to get to know them. So, what I have written is true and partly satirical. I just get a kick out of what comes out of my brain sometimes when I’m writing under the influence of Cannabis.

                                                  P. S. Another one of Arthur and Molly’s cats has died, leaving one left. I AM truly sad for them as I know they loved their cats (the two who have passed) as much as they love Dagwood and Louie.

                                                  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,

                                                  Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                    “How long have you had YOUR Yīkuài fèiwù?”

                                                    Everything is “Made in China”. I was having dinner at a friend’s house one time. My friend is a Mexican-Born Hispanic USA raised dude that rules over most of East L.A. as the leader of some Biker Gang. Anyway, when we sat down at the table for dinner, and while a “Biker Dude” with some very impressive Tat’s was filling our water glasses (Made in China), and another dude was placing little pats of un-salted Swiss Butter on our bread plates, I couldn’t help noticing that the Place-Mat, you know the place setting mat that many people set on their tables, was a folded over kitchen-size linen hand towel for drying dishes, or wiping the up spilt Tequila off the counter, anyway, the little Tag on that linen Place Mat/Folded Towel was sticking out like an erection and it said…..”MADE IN CHINA”.

                                                    Ironic. Homemade Mexican food at Luis’s house, served on a folded linen towel instead of one of those regular purpose-made “Place-Mats” with pictures of some lovely landscape or a deer walking through a meadow somewhere because after those two biker dudes that had earlier served us the water, butter, rolls, Mexican food, filled my wine glass on a regular basis, after THOSE dudes removed our plates and our silverware…..Luis unfolded his “Place-Mat/Towel”, poured a little water on it (from a glass made in China), and he began to wash his face and hands. I followed his example. I noticed that my girlfriend Susie and Luis’s wife Mary had pink “Place-Mat/Towels” (Luis and I had off-white towels). Susie told me later that hers felt silky so it was probably silk instead of linen like the men had. Nice touch.

                                                    Everywhere you look, at everything you use in your daily life, comes from CHINA, everything. What inspired me to write this essay was a video/animation of a Bar Chart showing the leading thirty or so of all the top countries annual exports in the world. From the 1960’s to 2019. What was cool about the active part of the animation was each year seeing the various positions change near the top sometimes at the bottom and middle, including the estimated dollar amount as it grew or sometimes shrunk throughout each 12-month period, and seeing each decade go by, up to 2019.

                                                    Guess who was at the top at the beginning and for fifty years? Yup, the United States. Below the U. S., were countries like Germany, Japan, France and Great Britain, battling it out in the spots below the USA. Here’s the link to the farcecrap posting of the bar chart. I could not copy a link to the internet source of the video (still looking for the source’s website).

                                                    https://www.facebook.com/pohtiongho/videos/10221632229569519

                                                    Then, all of a sudden China, who hadn’t even shown up on the bar chart for decades, peeks its head up from the bottom of this active list replacing Brazil or whatever, and begins a meteoric rise to guess what folks, THE TOP of the bar chart, replacing the USA as the #1 in exports.

                                                    It was questioned on one of my facebook posts of this bar chart wither or not the various countries exports included military exports. The answer is quite simple, no as far as common sense would tell you, each of the various countries annual exports did not include anything used by any military, excluding the underwear that soldiers were handed in Boot Camp in every country except the USA (Ours are manufactured in Federal Prisons). It would be a totally different bar chart if the chart producers had one already or could make one, showing JUST the military exports. The USA would far exceed the closest competitor in military exports.

                                                    So, taking this ”Made in China” thing one step further. Imagine if you will, someday off in the near future, we see a commercial where two Italian-looking dudes are stopped at a traffic light in Sant’Agata Bolognese where the Lamborghini are built. Both of the Lamborghini/Ferrariesque looking vehicles are the same model, but different colors. One dude looks over from his exotic convertible to the other dude in his convertible and says in Italian, “How long have you had YOUR Yīkuài fèiwù?”. On the screen we see the Chinese Characters for “Piece of Crap”. “I picked up MY Yīkuài fèiwù at the factory in Wuhan”, the other driver proudly says.

                                                    I’m joking really. China has come a long way and in many cases already produce/manufacture a much better product than the USA or anyone else could produce for that matter. So it wouldn’t surprise me if their automotive technology evolved, and they eventually were manufacturing vehicles far superior to any other manufacturers. 

                                                    Everything is “Made in China”. That fake plan-demic called COVID-19 that fizzled out and didn’t kill millions and millions of people like they designed it for? Partially made in China. The original work began 12 years earlier at an Army Biological Weapons Lab in Fort Detrick, Maryland and a few university labs.

                                                    This was the after-effect again of having another patio-chat with my next-door neighbor Cameron over several bong-loads. Our original discussion began with how insane many laws are, like the Mexican laws regarding the handing over legal rights and possession of someone’s dead body so you can give her (Annie) a decent funeral and burial or ashes at sea experience. Annie, Shelton’s previous owner/companion was buried in a “Pauper’s Grave” in Ensenada in spite of all the efforts to get her body released.

                                                    Cameron and I talked about where these laws began, like the USA making Cannabis a Schedule One drug along with Heroin and Cocaine many years ago, and various states now passing state laws making it legal as a recreational substance, i.e., ending up with SOME laws actually being good laws for people, like what Mexicans have recently been celebrating with the legalization an decriminalization of Cannabis in Mexico.

                                                    Then Cameron asked a question, “Do you think we will all be forced to take the vaccination?” to which I responded with a briefing on my last post which went into a quite detailed look at being vaccinated AND “Chipped” as well, by force, either in the hand, forearm, bicep, butt, or an inch away from your junk. Here’s the link to that essay/post.

                                                    Facebook’s Digital Currency, LIBRA

                                                     

                                                    Conclusion. Who REALLY has the ultimate power? China certainly rules the roost as far as annual exports to every single country in existence, which is everything non-military (although the underwear that soldiers in most countries wear is more than likely made in China).

                                                    What matters is who makes and sells/exports the most WEAPONS AND WEAPON SYSTEMS, like fighter jets, tanks, missile defense systems, etcetera….The USA will NEVER lose THAT top spot on the bar chart unless the American People stand up, and do whatever it takes to make the necessary changes that reduces THAT export figure dramatically.

                                                    Which leads to another thought/comment from Cameron, “I don’t think a militia-type/backed revolution will happen. If an attempt was made, the government (troops) would quickly end that kind of shit. The militia-types would be slaughtered, quickly”. I touched on this subject in my last post also, key word: ORGANIZE.

                                                    As citizens of this once great country, and as a people, the only way we can win a fight against the elite/cabal, deep-state, military/industrial complex and the dudes at the top of the pyramid, is to continue the fight, somehow, once we start it. ORGANIZE!

                                                    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,

                                                    Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                      “Who’s” on First? “What’s” on Second?

                                                      WHO’S THE REAL SUPERPOWER?

                                                      This posting from Farcecrap as shared by Fred Mousa Skari is critically important to see. Whomever created this should also create one the shows the leading exporter of everything military, including the underwear that the military folks wear.

                                                      As it’s not publishing as an “active link” on my website, please “cut & paste” the following “link”, or highlight it with your left “mouse button” and with your right “mouse button” select “Go to Webpage”. Thanks.

                                                      https://www.facebook.com/pohtiongho/videos/10221632229569519

                                                      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,

                                                      Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                        Facebook’s Digital Currency, LIBRA

                                                        Tonight, my next-door neighbor Cameron and I were sitting out on the driveway enjoying several bong-loads and talking, as we have several other times before.

                                                        Note: Cameron is a very intelligent young man in his early thirties. His work is involved in financial areas such as investments, etcetera, and he also writes “Code” for financial applications. He knows a LOT about things like digital currency.

                                                        We talked about a lot of different subjects, and the longer we talked (smoked) the more bizarre the subject matter became (in a good way). Bizarrely innovative and inspirational. Maybe even a little prophetical? Look, I’m writing about it now.

                                                        Here’s what inspired me to write this. Cameron mentions that Facebook is going to be coming out with a new digital currency, called “LIBRA”. Think about this. With four billion (or whatever) users/accounts on Facebook, the platform is larger than any country/government, larger than any religion. Like Muslim or Catholicism.

                                                        Do you see where I’m going with this? Facebook, when they come out with LIBRA, you will be required to have a RFID “Chip” at some point, in order to “have” a Facebook account. Now, think about this, this new Digital Currency will be linked/backed by the U. S. Dollar, (not gold by the way). You could care less if you have a Facebook account? Don’t worry, the powers that are currently in place right now WILL pass Federal Laws that will mandate that everyone be “Chipped” anyway for complete control over our lives, and the Facebook account that you get for free will be included in your “Chip”, as THAT will be part of what allows you to eat and breathe, i.e., buy food at your local grocery store, get a haircut or a massage, or buy new tires for your John Deere tractor.

                                                        Because of this, and a few other reasons, the federal government will pass a law that mandates that everyone WILL be “chipped”. Those that refuse to participate in the “chipping” will be sent to one of those FEMA “locations” for “Re-Education”. Of course, it’s just part of all the “Conspiracy Theories” out there floating about on social media that speculate the Feds have been outfitting some buildings like WALMART stores?

                                                        I don’t know, but I think there may be some truth is this conspiracy theory. Which leads me to say, they are already “chipping” employees at many privately-owned companies and if you don’t take the “chip”, “There’s the fucking door dude, adios, get your shit from your cubicle and get the fuck out, you’re FIRED!”

                                                        We all have seen the wonderful Facebook posts that depict having a “chip”, (really a diode looking tube) inserted under the skin in the web flesh between your thumb and your index finger. As I continued to tell Cameron earlier tonight, about the chipping, I took it a little farther.

                                                        What if both your hands are missing? Simple, stick that “chip” in one of the forearms. What if both forearms are missing? Okay, stick that “chip” in his/her bicep. What if, the person had no right or left bicep to work with? I said to Cameron, “OK, so they insert that fucking chip about two inches from where your junk flops, in your right or left thigh. That’s so the perverted government employee and/or soldier that inserts that chip, gets his/her jolly’s off a little. No legs, lower and upper? No problem, they’ll stick that chip in one of your ass cheeks. You have no ass? Dude, you need to reconsider suicide”.

                                                        Anyway, bizarre topic it DID turn out to be. The federal law will mandate that all new-born will be chipped directly after birth. Where? Well, certainly not in their teeny-tiny little hands, arms, or legs that will continue to grow. That “chip” will be inserted in the baby’s right or left butt-cheek, because although that little butt will continue to grow along with the arms, legs, head, the entire body, the ass-cheek is the best area to be chipped, and more than likely have to be re-chipped every five years or so.

                                                        Which leads to the technology part and why this is a critical part of this digital currency thing of Facebook’s. Over a very short period of time, we will see the size change, to a smaller and smaller “Chip”. With today’s current technology that chip is quite small already, about a ¼ inch long tiny tube that many privately owned companies are forcing their employees into……to what will be inserted via a hypodermic needle, i.e., small enough to be immersed in Saline Solution and injected in your arm, leg, or butt, depending on whether you were missing limbs or not, knowingly, and forcedly under threat of “Re-Education” at a FEMA Camp.

                                                        Now here’s where the bizarre part comes. What IF this eventual microscopic array of a digital techno-device is part of a Vaccine? Oh, let’s say like a COVID-19 Vaccine or maybe the next one, the SPASMATICA VIRUS, you know, the one that if effected, a person has multiple, uncontrollable and painful spasms throughout the day, increasing to a constant spasm that eventually kills you. SCARY!!!

                                                        At this point Cameron and I had smoked our last bong-load and said our goodnights, and I go in and start writing this bizarre post for Facebook and for my website. Bottom line? Research Facebook’s digital currency, LIBRA. Prepare? Well, I just betcha there’s a lot of militia-type folks that are already prepared. For what? They really don’t know the depth of it.

                                                        They have some related sub-issues that they are aware of and are preparing for, and they are generalities really, like a “Civil War or Major Uprising of the People”, just because our basic freedoms are slowly being taken away.

                                                        But, and it’s a BIG BUT, what needs to happen that will make the Patriots stop the tyranny,  and overthrow the powers that be, will be ORGANIZATION, like I have continually “preached” for four years now. Without organizing EVERYONE, we would be defeated, chipped, put in a FEMA facility, or eventually hunted down and shot by the so-called “Official” government/military force that we tried to evade for months.

                                                        Final thought, research Facebook’s soon to be released digital currency. Research the technology advances of the “Chip”, and watch as it decreases in size. Watch what they decide to do with this existing COVID-19 Scamdemic. Let’s see if they don’t eventually come out with a virus that does some really serious shit on your body ending up with death. Watch for…..wait for it…… the SPASMATICA VIRUS!

                                                        Want to be a part of ORGANIZING EVERYBODY? Message me. Write to me. Let me know and we can begin by talking about it on a platform like Zoom. I intend to start a YouTube (or other platform) Podcast of my own at some point centered around solutions for defeating PTSD and my thoughts on other subjects, like “What Makes a Marriage Successful or Unsuccessful”. Cameron shared that it might be too sensitive a subject matter on any YouTube podcast-type of platform for many folks. I responded, “My intent is to use the podcast more in a comedic vein, still with serious messages of hope and resolution for many problems/issues that people face”.

                                                        Comedic? How? Just imagine the podcast is featuring a retired Army Major as a guest. You met him at a wedding party after one of those military-type weddings where a bunch of dudes in their dress-whites held their swords over the happy young couple as they ran down the steps of the church.

                                                        At the party, a friend had nudged you in the arm and said, “Tom, see that Major over there? He has some serious PTSD issues, and he won’t admit it. You MIGHT be able to help him”.

                                                        Long story short, after injecting myself into the Major’s conversations at the Wedding party, we become friends, and first meet for drinks one night at a local “Titty Bar” that he had suggested.

                                                        Major Ed eventually began writing in a small note-book as I had suggested that he try. From first thinking it was a sissy thing to do, to starting a daily diary/record, to last year publishing his first novel based on his wartime experiences in both Iraq and Afghanistan. His PTSD? Gone. My first Podcast guest very well could be Major Ed or someone similar. The comedic part? How about my first question be, “Just how young WERE those girls you “Dated” over in Iraq?” His response, “Well Mr. Unknown Sock Puppet, you ought to know because you “Dated” them right after me”.

                                                        Within a minute or so, everyone watching/listening understands that my question was in jest, not serious, as it leads into the Podcast’s format of using off-the-wall comedy touches to talk about serious matters.

                                                        The point in saying all that in the previous three paragraphs? Using the Podcast to help in…….Wait for it……ORGANIZE! So, please, if this post inspires you to join me in doing this, let me know, let’s stop being like a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”.

                                                        Part of this essay was about my desire to help people with PTSD and other serious issues, and part of this was sharing the potential ramifications of the release and infusion of the Facebook digital currency LIBRA. Part of this also is doing a Podcast? Can a podcast as I describe lead to, or be a help to ORGANIZING? We shall see.

                                                        It’s delusional to think that my one little Podcast would ever be as popular as Joe Rogan’s, BUT (see it’s a BIG BUT)…..BUT, it very well could be the beginning of a huge multi-leveled “Joint” podcasting system of True Patriots, combining five to ten “Regional” podcasts that get together on a Zoom type of platform, i.e., a platform where multiple groups of ten or more can get together to ORGANIZE if you will. Groups like, let’s say ALL the Militias, or other types of freedom-loving groups that desire to associate with like-minded groups and organize same? Not just linking/organizing folks here in the USA, but linking like-minded people/groups all over the world. Please write to me if you are serious enough to get involved, to be a part. Thanks.

                                                        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,

                                                        Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                          “No man is an Island”

                                                          “No Man is an Island”. The phrase expresses the idea that human beings do not do well when isolated from others and need to be part of a community in order to thrive. John Donne, a metaphysical poet wrote this as part of a work 400 years ago.

                                                          It is true for me in that if I was on an island all alone, by myself, I surely would be so much better off if I had my dog Shelton as a companion and friend. Humans by nature are relationship animals, just like our animal friends that we love, as they also are relationship animals thriving in their environment when they have another animal or human in their life.

                                                          If a man or woman has absolutely no one, not even a goldfish in a bowl, and end up talking to themselves, staring into a bathroom mirror, or their image in a pond, it often can lead to abnormal psychosis. At best, being alone CAN be a time of reflection and self-healing or a time of self-discovery/awareness, as a person meditates/reflects on his/her life, as long as such a time doesn’t last forever as it eventually can become a psychological issue.

                                                          I was fine by myself, really. I had not reached the point of talking to myself, and answering back, as I have had daily interactions with my friends where I live now, and I have always been fortunate enough to have had “Human” friends wherever I have lived. Then Shelton came along literally by “accident” (a whole other story), and has become my best friend and companion.

                                                          We ALL need someone in our life, wither it’s another human being or a “Shelton”. If you are totally alone with no one in your life, and you want a friend to talk to, I first recommend that you find an animal friend like a dog or a cat through a shelter or whatever (although I prefer a dog). Secondly, I’ll be your friend. We can Skype or whatever.

                                                          “No man is an Island”. Don’t think you can live your life talking to yourself, especially if you argue a lot of the time.

                                                          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,

                                                          Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                            “Happy Thanksgiving Mr. Rogers!”

                                                            Memories of my Thanksgiving Day 2016 and a few thoughts on “Agriculture”

                                                            Sitting here on Thanksgiving Day (2016), watching the Vikings play Detroit Lions. Trying some Blue Dream, just chilling, talking about nothing and the subject got on Cannabis. Mikey (my neighbor) asked about my favorite strain, etceteras, and I happened to answer, I don’t pay much attention to all the different strains that are available today, Blue Dream, Grandma’s Belly Button Lint, whatever.

                                                            Back in the day, WHEN we were young, like the age of those cute young things behind the counter at the typical dispensary, we had one strain as far as I was concerned. In the 1960’s, they had Panama Red/Punto Roja and  Colombian Gold/Santa Marta, but the best as far as I was concerned was ACAPULCO GOLD!

                                                            Mikey and I also chatted about the measurement and pricing language today, versus the 60’s. Eighths, quarters, etceteras. How complicated it is today, with all the strains, and all the different levels of pricing.  compared to a nickel bag of yesteryear.

                                                            A nickel, which stood for five dollars, was what you paid for 3.5 grams of weed, and that was for mostly leaf and stem, with a few buds thrown in. Today, the typical Arizona dispensaries that I have visited, charge medical customers around $10 per gram for the low end bud, which means that the “Nickel Bag” amount of bud, (no leaf) today costs you $45.00.

                                                            Some of the strains can be pretty pricey. For instance, “Grandma’s Belly Button Lint” can go as high as $19.00 per gram. It’s all good as far as I’m concerned, and MUCH better than the famous strains from the 60’s. Long gone are the Nickel bags.

                                                            Another difference from when we were teenagers, and today, is the “Medicinal” angle. Today, we talk of the wonderful medical aspects of all the various strains. One strain is for aches and pains, another strain might be for mood adjustment and control, yet another strain controls seizures.

                                                            Back when I was a kid, you didn’t think about curing some illness. All you thought of was getting high, and most of the shit that I smoked CAUSED………….Wait for it…………Paranoia!

                                                            The stuff I have smoked lately has been pretty darn good, when I compare it to the Acapulco Gold of the 60’s. Very inspiring, this Purple Haze or what ever it’s called. Blue Dream, that’s it.

                                                            Almost forgot about Woodstock. This is funny. Mikey and I are still remembering the good old days, although I am 10 years older. So Mikey and I have been having this conversation about Cannabis, when somehow, I mention Woodstock. The manner in which it came up as a subject, and what I had to say about it, would leave one on the edge of their seat, waiting for me to tell MY Woodstock story, and I’m thinking at that moment, especially my new friend Mikey.  Great time talking to Mikey today, sharing a few bowl loads, drinking a Henry’s Ginger Ale. Later for my “Woodstock” story, which I call, “The Dead Armadillo”.

                                                            Thanksgiving. A day for tons of food. Maybe 50 different menu items. From soup to nuts, as they say, and of course, the turkey. This year I was unable to make it to SOCAL to be with the kids for the holiday. Note: See my last post for what I think of Thanksgiving.at:

                                                            “Grandma! Why are you dumping MY Turkey Gravy down the garbage disposal?”

                                                             

                                                            So, my new friends Linda and Mikey, during our trip to the pot store yesterday, politely and graciously said that they were going to bring me a “Plate”. I said quite honestly, just save me a piece of DARK MEAT. So today, when Mikey brought it up again, and I repeated my response, “It’s not necessary to bring me a plate of food, really. My microwave doesn’t work even if you brought me a plate, so just a small piece of DARK MEAT would be awesome”.

                                                            Right after I said that to Mikey, the thought took off as I said, “In fact, if you bring me that small piece of DARK MEAT, I’ll have it BRONZED! Hahaha”. To remind me of my Thanksgivings past.  When the kids were younger, fighting over the DARK MEAT.

                                                            I was always the last to sit down at the table, and although we did wait to eat until after blessing the food, before I made it to the table with the last item, the hot gravy in the gravy serving thingy, the family had already served up, piled up, their fucking plates with food.

                                                            Yes, we were all polite and Normal,  “Pass the mashed potatoes please”. Not really. By the time I made it to the table, everyone else had filled their plates. Every year, it was my son taking almost ALL the fucking DARK MEAT, and leaving me with NONE! “Tommy, that’s not fair, you took all the DARK MEAT, you big prick”.

                                                            I really liked it when we went to Modesto for Thanksgiving. There were so many people, all related to my ex. One time there were at least 40 of us. When it was time to eat, we all got in line cafeteria style, which split off into two lines which passed both sides of the food tables.

                                                            It was cool, I didn’t have to butt in front of Cousin Sara, whoever she was, no matter where you were in line, there always was………….Wait for it……….DARK MEAT. Those are memorable times.

                                                            The Modesto Thanksgivings were at least ten turkeys with plenty of leftover meat to pick over. So, the bronzing part of the story is fiction, but my saying that to Mikey the neighbor as we were sharing a couple of bong loads today, made me think of how precious that dark meat was at OUR house on Thanksgiving. I’ll end this when Mikey and Linda delivers my piece of DARK MEAT this afternoon (hasn’t arrived yet).

                                                            Movie idea: 1959 to 2017 In closing, I think I’ll write a new story/synopsis. About what the world would be like today if Cannabis had been “normal” from the early 1950’s on to today. The opening scene is typical 1959. Black and White film, kid riding his bicycle on the street in front of his home, fall leaves on the ground, cameras from different shots showing different locations on Thanksgiving day, a backyard, a gas station, someone yelling to a neighbor across the street, “Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Rogers”, etceteras etceteras etceteras.

                                                            Then, two minutes into the film, a camera zooms in from outside Jimmy’s house, all the way through the kitchen where mom is grabbing the bowl of mashed potatoes, and Dad is just finishing up the gravy, camera moves slowly into the dining room.

                                                            Now we are actually experiencing the end of Thanksgiving dinner, the audience isn’t expecting what happens next. Grandpa is taking a big hit on the family bong, and passes it on to Cousin Mary. The audience thinks, “Whoa now, where the fuck is this going?”.

                                                            No one at the dinner table is telling Grandma not to forget to take her evening pills as she takes a hit off the bong. Grandma’s 137 years old. Great Uncle George over across the table is 164 years old, and this is in 1959.

                                                            The beginning of the discovery of cures for illness and disease began in the early 1930’s. By the time your grandson was born, people are living past 200.

                                                            Note to self: That whistling sound you have been ignoring for the past two minutes? That’s your brand new teapot whistling at you from the kitchen. Oh yeah, I remember now, I purchased a teapot because I sometimes boiled my sauce pot of water down to bone dry, almost to that pot is melting smell. French Press, the ONLY way to brew coffee. Break time.

                                                            Use your own imagination on where this film is going. MAYBE, if pot had always been a normal part of our lives on this planet, there wouldn’t have been WW1, WW2, Korean War, Vietnam, all the fucking wars going on today. After this, I hope you go on to read a not so brief history of Cannabis/Hemp. Many scientist believe that it was the very first agricultural product that our species raised. Think of that!

                                                            What if the film shows our progress in areas such as science and medicine continually advancing to the point where in 2016, there are no wars, Cancers have been defeated, people love one another with no bigotry, racism and hatred. The “Police” are just a small token of what we really have today, and they don’t carry guns. What police that we do have, are really looked upon as servants to the community.

                                                            Since there are no wars, there are no armies or military/industrial complex. There is no such thing as “overpopulation”, after all, this planet is HUGE. there are no “Green House Gases”. No pollution. The oceans are full of fish. Everything is cool.

                                                            In this imaginary modern age, power is generated 100% environmentally clean. Food is plentiful. Life is good. I guess what I am suggesting here folks, is much bigger than Cannabis, and our national holiday called Thanksgiving.

                                                            This is off the subject, but it’s MY blog. The “Golden Rule”, what many think is attributed to Jesus, and maybe a few other people, has been around since our species first had free thought and free will, and that’s tens of thousands of years ago. The people that got it right the first time lived good lives regardless of their life paths and outcomes.

                                                            My wish is for a world like the one I paint in this little short story of how I celebrated Thanksgiving this year (2016) which started the whole process of thinking of what the future COULD be like. That little piece of DARK MEAT? I’m not going to bronze it, I’m going to…………Wait for it………Eat it!

                                                            Opinion: Cannabis/Hemp has been around forever. It’s NOT a drug, it’s a plant.   It was the FIRST agricultural crop mankind ever cultivated. Take it off the Drug List now! It’s medicinal purposes far outweigh any dangers to society.

                                                            10,000-year History of Marijuana use in the World

                                                            I am not responsible for ANY mis-spelled names, or words in the following, well I DID try to correct a few myself and gave up. The following is taken directly from: http://www.advancedholistichealth.org/history.html

                                                            The oldest known written record on cannabis use comes from the Chinese Emperor Shen Nung in 2727 B.C. Ancient Greeks and Romans were also familiar with cannabis, while in the Middle East, use spread throughout the Islamic empire to North Africa. In 1545 cannabis spread to the western hemisphere where Spaniards imported it to Chile for its use as fiber. In North America cannabis, in the form of hemp, was grown on many plantations for use in rope, clothing and paper.

                                                            8,000+ BCE Use of hemp cord in pottery identified at ancient village site dating back over 10,000 years, located in the area of modern day Taiwan. Finding hemp use and cultivation in this date range puts it as one of the first and oldest known human agriculture crops.

                                                            As explained by Richard Hamilton in the 2009 Scientific American article on sustainable agriculture “Modern humans emerged some 250,000 years ago, yet agriculture is a fairly recent invention, only about 10,000 years old …

                                                            Agriculture is not natural; it is a human invention. It is also the basis of modern civilization.” This point was also touched on by Carl Sagan in 1977 when he proposed the possibility that marijuana may have actually been the world’s first agricultural crop, leading to the development of civilization itself (see 1977, below).

                                                            6,000 BCE Cannabis seeds and oil used for food in China.

                                                            4,000 BCE Textiles made of hemp are used in China and Turkistan. 2737 BCE First recorded use of cannabis as medicine by Emperor Shen Neng of China.

                                                            2,000-800 BCE Bhang (dried cannabis leaves, seeds and stems) is mentioned in the Hindu sacred text Atharvaveda (Science of Charms) as “Sacred Grass”, one of the five sacred plants of India. It is used by medicinally and ritually as an offering to Shiva.

                                                            1,500 BCE Cannabis cultivated in China for food and fiber. Scythians cultivate cannabis and use it to weave fine hemp cloth.

                                                            700-600 BCE The Zoroastrian Zendavesta, an ancient Persian religious text of several hundred volumes refers to bhang as the “good narcotic.”

                                                            600 BCE Hemp rope appears in southern Russia.

                                                            700-300 BCE Scythian tribes leave Cannabis seeds as offerings in royal tombs.

                                                            500 BCE Scythian couple die and are buried with two small tents covering containers for burning incense. Attached to one tent stick was a decorated leather pouch containing wild Cannabis seeds. This closely matches the stories told by Herodotus. The gravesite, discovered in the late 1940s, was in Pazryk, northwest of the Tien Shan Mountains in modern-day Kazakhstan. Hemp is introduced into Northern Europe by the Scythians. An urn containing leaves and seeds of the Cannabis plant, unearthed near Berlin, is found and dated to about this time. Use of hemp products spread throughout northern Europe.

                                                            430 BCE Herodotus reports on both ritual and recreation use of Cannabis by the Scythians (Herodotus The Histories 430 B.C. trans. G. Rawlinson).

                                                            200 BCE Hemp rope appears in Greece. Chinese Book of Rites mentions hemp fabric.

                                                            100 BCE First evidence of hemp paper, invented in China.

                                                            100-0 BCE The psychotropic properties of Cannabis are mentioned in the newly compiled herbal Pen Ts’ao Ching.

                                                            0-100 CE Construction of Samaritan gold and glass paste stash box for storing hashish, coriander, or salt, buried in Siberian tomb.

                                                            23-79 Pliny the Elder’s The Natural History mentions hemp rope and marijuana’s analgesic effects.

                                                            47-127 Plutarch mentions Thracians using cannabis as an intoxicant.

                                                            70 Dioscorides, a physician in Nero’s army, lists medical marijuana in his Pharmacopoeia.

                                                            100 Imported hemp rope appears in England.

                                                            105 Legend suggests that Ts’ai Lun invents hemp paper in China, 200 years after its actual appearance (see 100 BCE above).

                                                            130-200 Greek physician Galen prescribes medical marijuana.

                                                            200 First pharmacopoeia of the East lists medical marijuana. Chinese surgeon Hua T’o uses marijuana as an anesthetic.

                                                            300 A young woman in Jerusalem receives medical marijuana during childbirth.

                                                            570 The French queen Arnegunde is buried with hemp cloth.

                                                            500-600 The Jewish Talmud mentions the euphoriant properties of Cannabis.

                                                            850 Vikings take hemp rope and seeds to Iceland.

                                                            900 Arabs learn techniques for making hemp paper.

                                                            900-1000 Scholars debate the pros and cons of eating hashish. Use spreads throughout Arabia.

                                                            1000 Hemp ropes appear on Italian ships. Arabic physician Ibn Wahshiyah’s On Poisons warns of marijuana’s potential dangers.

                                                            1090-1124 In Khorasan, Persia, Hasan ibn al-Sabbah, recruits followers to commit assassinations…legends develop around their supposed use of hashish. These legends are some of the earliest written tales of the discovery of the inebriating powers of Cannabis and the use of Hashish by a paramilitary organization as a hypnotic (see U.S. military use, 1942 below). Early 12th Century Hashish smoking becomes very popular throughout the Middle East.

                                                            1155-1221 Persian legend of the Sufi master Sheik Haydar’s personal discovery of Cannabis and his own alleged invention of hashish with it’s subsequent spread to Iraq, Bahrain, Egypt and Syria. Another of the earliest written narratives of the use of Cannabis as an inebriate.

                                                            1171-1341 During the Ayyubid dynasty of Egypt, Cannabis is introduced by mystic devotees from Syria.

                                                            1200 1,001 Nights, an Arabian collection of tales, describes hashish’s intoxicating and aphrodisiac properties.

                                                            13th Century The oldest monograph on hashish, Zahr al-‘arish fi tahrim al-hashish, was written. It has since been lost. Ibn al-Baytar of Spain provides a description of the psychoactive nature of Cannabis. Arab traders bring Cannabis to the Mozambique coast of Africa.

                                                            1271-1295 Journeys of Marco Polo in which he gives second-hand reports of the story of Hasan ibn al-Sabbah and his “assassins” using hashish. First time reports of Cannabis have been brought to the attention of Europe.

                                                            1300 Ethiopian pipes containing marijuana suggest the herb has spread from Egypt to the rest of Africa.

                                                            1378 Ottoman Emir Soudoun Scheikhouni issues one of the first edicts against the eating of hashish.

                                                            1526 Babur Nama, first emperor and founder of Mughal Empire learned of hashish in Afghanistan.

                                                            1532 French physician Rabelais’s gargantua and Pantagruel mentions marijuana’s medicinal effects.

                                                            1533 King Henry VIII fines farmers if they do not raise hemp for industrial use.

                                                            1549 Angolan slaves brought cannabis with them to the sugar plantations of northeastern Brazil. They were permitted to plant their cannabis between rows of cane, and to smoke it between harvests.

                                                            1. 1550 The epic poem, Benk u Bode, by the poet Mohammed Ebn Soleiman Foruli of Baghdad, deals allegorically with a dialectical battle between wine and hashish.

                                                            1563 Portuguese physician Garcia da Orta reports on marijuana’s medicinal effects.

                                                            1578 China’s Li Shih-Chen writes of the antibiotic and antiemetic effects of marijuana.

                                                            1600 England begins to import hemp from Russia.

                                                            1606-1632 French and British cultivate Cannabis for hemp at their colonies in Port Royal (1606), Virginia (1611), and Plymouth (1632).

                                                            1616 Jamestown settlers began growing the hemp plant for its unusually strong fiber and used it to make rope, sails, and clothing.

                                                            1621 Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy suggests marijuana may treat depression.

                                                            1600-1700 Use of hashish, alcohol, and opium spreads among the population of occupied Constantinople. Hashish becomes a major trade item between Central Asia and South Asia.

                                                            1753 Linnaeus classifies Cannabis sativa.

                                                            1764 Medical marijuana appears in The New England Dispensatory.

                                                            1776 Kentucky begins growing hemp.

                                                            1794 Medical marijuana appears in The Edinburgh New Dispensary.

                                                            1798 Napoleon discovers that much of the Egyptian lower class habitually uses hashish. Soldiers returning to France bring the tradition with them, and he declares a total prohibition.

                                                            1800- Marijuana plantations flourished in Mississippi, Georgia, California, South Carolina, Nebraska, New York, and Kentucky. Also during this period, smoking hashish was popular throughout France and to a lesser degree in the US. Hashish production expands from Russian Turkistan into Yarkand in Chinese Turkistan.

                                                            1809 Antoine Sylvestre de Sacy, a leading Arabist, suggests a base etymology between the words “assassin” and “hashishin” — subsequent linguists study disproves his theory.

                                                            1840 In America, medicinal preparations with a Cannabis base are available. Hashish is available in Persian pharmacies.

                                                            1842 Irish physician O’Shaughnessy publishes cannabis research in English medical journals.

                                                            1843 French author Gautier publishes The Hashish Club.

                                                            1846 French physician Moreau publishes Hashish and Mental Illness

                                                            1850 Cannabis is added to The U.S. Pharmacopoeia.

                                                            1850-1915 Marijuana was widely used throughout United States as a medicinal drug and could easily be purchased in pharmacies and general stores.

                                                            1854 Whittier writes the first American work to mention cannabis as an intoxicant.

                                                            1856 British tax “ganja” and “charas” trade in India.

                                                            1857 American writer Ludlow publishes The Hasheesh Eater.

                                                            1858 French poet Baudelaire publishes On the Artificial Ideal.

                                                            1870-1880 First reports of hashish smoking on the Greek mainland.

                                                            1890 Greek Department of Interior prohibits importance, cultivation and use of hashish. Hashish is made illegal in Turkey. Sir J.R. Reynolds, chief physician to Queen Victoria, prescribes medical marijuana to her.

                                                            1893-1894 The India Hemp Drugs Commission Report is issued. 70,000 to 80,000 kg per year of hashish is legally imported into India from Central Asia.

                                                            1906 In the U.S. the Pure Food and Drug Act is passed, regulating the labeling of products containing Alcohol, Opiates, Cocaine, and Cannabis, among others. Early 20th Century Hashish smoking remains very popular throughout the Middle East.

                                                            1910 The Mexican Revolution caused an influx of Mexican immigrants who introduced the habit of recreational use (instead of it’s generally medicinal use) into American society.

                                                            1914 The Harrison Act in the U.S. defined use of Marijuana (among other drugs) as a crime.

                                                            1916 United States Department of Agriculture (USDA) chief scientists Jason L. Merrill and Lyster H. Dewey created paper made from hemp pulp, which they concluded was “favorable in comparison with those used with pulp wood” in USDA Bulletin No. 404. From the book “The Emperor Wears No Clothes” by Jack Herer the USDA Bulletin N. 404 reported that one acre of hemp, in annual rotation over a 20-year period, would produce as much pulp for paper as 4.1 acres (17,000 m2) of trees being cut down over the same 20-year period. This process would use only 1/7 to 1/4 as much polluting sulfur-based acid chemicals to break down the glue-like lignin that binds the fibers of the pulp, or even none at all using soda ash. The problem of dioxin contamination of rivers is avoided in the hemp paper making process, which does not need to use chlorine bleach (as the wood pulp paper making process requires) but instead safely substitutes hydrogen peroxide in the bleaching process. … If the new (1916) hemp pulp paper process were legal today, it would soon replace about 70% of all wood pulp paper, including computer printout paper, corrugated boxes and paper bags. However, mass production of cheap news print from hemp had not developed in any country, and hemp was a relatively easy target because factories already had made large investments in equipment to handle cotton, wool, and linen, but there were relatively small investments in hemp production.

                                                            1915-1927 In the U.S. cannabis begins to be prohibited for nonmedical use. Prohibition first begins in California (1915), followed by Texas (1919), Louisiana (1924), and New York (1927).

                                                            1919 The 18th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution banned the manufacture, sale, and transportation of alcohol and positioned marijuana as an attractive alternative leading to an increase in use of the substance.

                                                            1920s Greek dictator Ioannis Metaxas cracks down on hashish smoking. Hashish smuggled into Egypt from Greece, Syria, Lebanon, Turkey, and Central Asia.

                                                            1924 Russian botanists classify another major strain of the plant, Cannabis ruderalis.

                                                            1926 Lebanese hashish production is prohibited.

                                                            1928 Recreational use of Cannabis is banned in Britain.

                                                            1930 The Yarkand region of Chinese Turkistan exports 91,471 kg of hashish legally into the Northwest Frontier and Punjab regions of India. Legal taxed imports of hashish continue into India from Central Asia.

                                                            1933 The U.S. congress repealed the 21st Amendment, ending alcohol prohibition; 4 years later the prohibition of marijuana will be in full effect.

                                                            1934-1935 Chinese government moves to end all Cannabis cultivation in Yarkand and charas traffic from Yarkand. Hashish production become illegal in Chinese Turkistan.

                                                            1936 The American propaganda film Reefer Madness was made to scare American youth away from using Cannabis.

                                                            1937 U.S. Congress passed the Marijuana Tax Act which criminalized the drug. In response Dr. William C. Woodward, testifying on behalf of the AMA, told Congress that, “The American Medical Association knows of no evidence that marijuana is a dangerous drug” and warned that a prohibition “loses sight of the fact that future investigation may show that there are substantial medical uses for Cannabis.” His comments were ignored by Congress. A part of the testimony for Congress to pass the 1937 act derived from articles in newspapers owned by William Randolph Hearst, who had significant financial interests in the timber industry, which manufactured his newsprint paper.

                                                            1938 Supply of hashish from Chinese Turkistan nearly ceases. The U.S. company DuPont patented the processes for creating plastics from coal and oil and a new process for creating paper from wood pulp.

                                                            1940s Greek hashish smoking tradition fades.

                                                            1941 Cannabis is removed from the U.S. Pharmacopoeia and it’s medicinal use is no longer recognized in America. The same year the Indian government considers cultivation in Kashmir to fill void of hashish from Chinese Turkistan. Hand-rubbed charas from Nepal is choicest hashish in India during World War II.

                                                            1942 U.S. scientists working at the Office of Strategic Services (OSS), the CIA’s wartime predecessor, began to develop a chemical substance that could break down the psychological defenses of enemy spies and POWs. After testing several compounds, the OSS scientists selected a potent extract of marijuana as the best available “truth serum.” The cannabis concoction was given the code name TD, meaning Truth Drug. When injected into food or tobacco cigarettes, TD helped loosen the reserve of recalcitrant interrogation subjects.

                                                            1945 Legal hashish consumption continues in India. Hashish use in Greece flourishes again.

                                                            1951 The Boggs Act and the Narcotics Control Act in the U.S. increases all drug penalties and laid down mandatory sentences.

                                                            1960 Czech researchers confirm the antibiotic and analgesic effects of cannabis.

                                                            1963 Turkish police seize 2.5 tons of hashish.

                                                            1965 First reports of the strain Cannibis afghanica and was used for hashish production in northern Afghanistan.

                                                            1967 “Smash”, the first hashish oil appears. Red Lebanese reaches California.

                                                            1970-1972 Huge fields of Cannabis are cultivated for hashish production in Afghanistan. Afghani hashish varieties introduced to North America for sinsemilla production. Westerners bring metal sieve cloths to Afghanistan. Law enforcement efforts against hashish begin in Afghanistan.

                                                            1970 The US National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML) forms. That same year the Comprehensive Drug Abuse Prevention and Control Act repealed mandatory penalties for drug offenses and marijuana was categorized separately from other narcotics.

                                                            1971 First evidence suggesting marijuana may help glaucoma patients.

                                                            1972 The Nixon-appointed Shafer Commission urged use of cannabis be re-legalized, but their recommendation was ignored. U.S. Medical research picks up pace. Proposition 19 in California to legalize marijuana use is rejected by a voter margin of 66-33%.

                                                            1973 Nepal bans the Cannabis shops and charas (hand-rolled hash) export. Afghan government makes hashish production and sales illegal. Afghani harvest is pitifully small.

                                                            1975 Nabilone, a cannabinoid-based medication appears.

                                                            1976 The U.S. federal government created the Investigational New Drug (IND) Compassionate Use research program to allow patients to receive up to nine pounds of cannabis from the government each year. Today, five surviving patients still receive medical cannabis from the federal government, paid for by federal tax dollars. At the same time the U.S. FDA continues to list marijuana as Schedule I meaning: “A high potential for abuse with no accepted medical value.”

                                                            1977 Carl Sagan proposes that marijuana may have been the world’s first agricultural crop, leading to the development of civilization itself: “It would be wryly interesting if in human history the cultivation of marijuana led generally to the invention of agriculture, and thereby to civilization.” Carl Sagan, The Dragons of Eden, Speculations on the Origin of Human Intelligence p 191 footnote.

                                                            1977-1981 U.S. President Carter, including his assistant for drug policy, Dr. Peter Bourne, pushed for decriminalization of marijuana, with the president himself asking Congress to abolish federal criminal penalties for those caught with less than one ounce of marijuana.

                                                            1980s Morocco becomes one of, if not the largest, hashish producing and exporting nations. “Border hashish” is produced in northwestern Pakistan along the Afghan border to avoid Soviet-Afghan war.

                                                            1985 Hashish is still produced by Muslims of Kashgar and Yarkland in Northwest China. In the U.S. the FDA approves dronabinol, a synthetic THC, for cancer patients.

                                                            1986 President Reagan signed the Anti-Drug Abuse Act, reinstating mandatory minimums and raising federal penalties for possession and distribution and officially begins the U.S. international “war on drugs.”

                                                            1987 Moroccan government cracks down upon Cannabis cultivation in lower elevations of the Rif Mountains.

                                                            1988 U.S. DEA administrative law Judge Francis Young finds, after thorough hearings, that marijuana has a clearly established medical use and should be reclassified as a prescriptive drug. His recommendation is ignored.

                                                            1992 In reaction to a surge of requests from AIDS patients for medical marijuana, the U.S. government closes the Compassionate Use program. That same year the pharmaceutical medication dronabinol is approved for AIDS-wasting syndrome.

                                                            1993 Cannabis eradication efforts resume in Morocco.

                                                            1994 Border hashish still produced in Pakistan. Heavy fighting between rival Muslim clans continues to upset hashish trade in Afghanistan.

                                                            1995 Introduction of hashish-making equipment and appearance of locally produced hashish in Amsterdam coffee shops.

                                                            1996 California (the first U.S. state to ban marijuana use, see 1915) became the first U.S. State to then re-legalize medical marijuana use for people suffering from AIDS, cancer, and other serious illnesses. A similar bill was passed in Arizona the same year. This was followed by the passage of similar initiatives in Alaska, Colorado, Maine, Montana, Nevada, Oregon, Washington, Washington D.C., Hawaii, Maryland, New Mexico, Rhode Island, and Vermont.

                                                            1997 The American Office of National Drug Control Policy commissioned the Institute of Medicine (IOM) to conduct a comprehensive study of the medical efficacy of cannabis therapeutics. The IOM concluded that cannabis is a safe and effective medicine, patients should have access, and the government should expand avenues for research and drug development. The federal government completely ignored its findings and refused to act on its recommendations.

                                                            1997-2001 In direct contradiction to the IOM recomendations, President Clinton, continuing the Regan and Bush “war on drugs” era, began a campaign to arrest and prosecute medical cannabis patients and their providers in California and elsewhere.

                                                            1999 Hawaii and North Dakota unsuccessfully attempt to legalize hemp farming. The U.S. DEA reclassifies dronabinol as a schedule III drug, making the medication easier to prescribe while marijuana itself continues to be listed Schedule I as having “no accepted medical use.”

                                                            2000 Legalization initiative in Alaska fails.

                                                            2001 Britain’s Home Secretary, David Blunkett, proposes relaxing the classification of cannabis from a class B to class C. Canada adopts federal laws in support of medical marijuana, and by 2003 Canada becomes the first country in the world to approve medical marijuana nation-wide.

                                                            2001-2009 Under President G.W. Bush the U.S. federal government intensified its “war on drugs” targeting both patients and doctors across the state of California.

                                                            2005 Marc Emery, a Canadian citizen and the largest distributor of marijuana seeds into the United States from approximately 1995 through July 2005 was on the FBI #1 wanted drug list for years and was eventually indicted by the U.S. DEA. He was extradited from Canada for trial in the U.S. in May 2010.

                                                            2009 President Obama made steps toward ending the very unsuccessful 20-year “war on drugs” initiated during the Regan administration by stating that individual drug use is really a public health issue, and should be treated as such. Under his guidance, the U.S. Justice Department announced that federal prosecutors will no longer pursue medical marijuana users and distributors who comply with state laws.

                                                            2010 Marc Emery of Vancouver, BC, Canada, was sentenced on September 10 in a U.S. District Court in Seattle to five years in prison and four years of supervised release for “conspiracy to manufacture marijuana” (eg. selling marijuana seeds).

                                                            2010 Proposition 19 to legalize marijuana in California is placed back on the ballet (named The Regulate, Control and Tax Cannabis Act of 2010). Current voter poles suggest that the proposition has about 50% population support and will likely win or loose by a margin of only 2%.

                                                            Oct 2010 Just weeks before the November 02 California election on Prop. 19 Attorney General Eric Holder said federal authorities would continue to enforce U.S. laws that declare the drug is illegal, even if voters approve the initiative, stating “we will vigorously enforce the (Controlled Substances Act) against those individuals and organizations that possess, manufacture or distribute marijuana for recreational use.”

                                                            Nov 2010 California Proposition 19, also known as the Regulate, Control and Tax Cannabis Act of 2010, was narrowly defeated by 53.6% of the vote. This would have legalized various marijuana-related activities in California, allowing local governments to regulate these activities, permitting local governments to impose and collect marijuana-related fees and taxes, and authorizing various criminal and civil penalties.

                                                            Nov 2012 The States of Colorado and Washington legalize marijuana / cannabis for recreational use; promises are made to the people that these new initiatives will have no impact on medical marijuana in those states. The country of Uruguay legalizes marijuana / cannabis for recreational use. The US District of Columbia decriminalizes personal use and possession of marijuana / cannabis.

                                                            July 07, 2014 Cannabis City becomes Seattle’s very first legal marijuana shop for over-the-counter purchase & recreational use. This generated world-wide media attention and a serious discussion over the legalization of marijuana and a possible end to the American “drug war.” The first purchase, by Deb Green a 65-year old marathon-running grandmother from Ballard, is part of the collection of the Museum of History and Industry in Seattle, Washington.

                                                            Nov 2014 The States of Alaska and Oregon legalize marijuana / cannabis for recreational use; the States of California, Nevada, Arizona, Hawaii and Massachusetts all begin to draft legalization legislation.

                                                            July 24, 2015 With the passage of Senate Bill 5052 Washington State medical marijuana comes fully under the control of the newly re-named Washington Liquor and Cannabis Board (LCB).

                                                            Well, back to my Thanksgiving story. I feel “how” the Indians feel, now that I know it’s just another American holiday. I AM thankful this evening anyway, for the wonderful day I had. I did miss my family, but I think I wrote a hell of an interesting post this afternoon and early evening.

                                                            Those of you that DID make it all the way to the end of this, I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this, especially my thoughts on…………Wait for it……….DARK MEAT. Oh, and Cannabis has ALWAYS been a big part of our evolution as a species.

                                                            HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE IT. If you want to read the Indians point of view, go back to my last post at:

                                                            “Grandma! Why are you dumping MY Turkey Gravy down the garbage disposal?”

                                                             

                                                            If anyone has some leftover DARK MEAT and would like to send me some, please contact me for my mailing address

                                                            American Dollars Spent, and American Citizens Arrested, Because of the Dubious “War On Drugs” THIS Year Alone, go to this link, it’s live and ticking

                                                            http://www.drugsense.org/cms/wodclock

                                                            Let’s just be really thankful for whomever was the first of our species to discover that inhaling the smoke from a plant that was accidently thrown on the firepit, magically transformed them from a ferocious caveman into a relaxed dude that would go on eventually inventing the wheel and all sorts of other shit. That’s called progress. All part of the evolution of our species and planet. AMEN. God bless America, and can you pass the mashed potatoes please?

                                                            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,

                                                            Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”

                                                            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                            For those who have been keeping up with my progress with “The Dead Armadillo” story, here’s my latest:

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