Hugh Hefner’s Bathrobe

After the christening of THE UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET, (you know, my 3,678-foot super-yacht with Drone Launcher, Torpedo Tubes, Sushi Bar, Bowling Alley, Craft Beer Brewery and Wine Cellar) I had a small private party the day before the public viewing event with all the media showing up and such.

When I say private, it was about thirty friends and family, mostly friends.

When the deckhands (former MMA Fighters) lowered the main elevators to dock level, the first to arrive to greet me was my two kids, my grandson, and my son-in-law, my ex-wife and mother of our two children, and three of my closest friends.

I had just been in my rear deck “Olympic-Sized” swimming pool, so, I had on my Hugh Hefner Luxurious Bath Robe, you know, the kind that five-star hotels give to each guest that stays in the Presidential Suite. No, you can’t find them on Amazon. And no, I’m not going to advertise the particular hotel in NYC.

Anyway, there I was greeting the first to board in my bathrobe that once belonged to Hugh Hefner. Everyone else was all tuxedoed out. My daughter was wearing a great Giorgio Armani dress.

Everyone was carrying or towing a suitcase for the three day cruise off the Southern California coast.

First half hour in the rear-deck pool was with my three closest friends and my family.

Oh yeah, almost forgot, this is all about my Hugh Hefner Bath Robe.

My baby brother Andy said, “I LOVE that bathrobe of yours. It’s mine when you die, hahahaha”.

Right after my brother said that, my close friend and Yacht Architect Woody whispered something in Andy’s ear, and I couldn’t quite hear what he said.

As the seven of us were enjoying our time in the pool, drinking my Ensenada Sunrise cocktail that I invented, sun bathing, etcetera, it  sure was nice to reflect on my bizarre yet average life I’ve lived so far. Nice for me, and nice for my guests.

From picking cotton in Mississippi to the success I’ve reached and enjoyed.

Of course, all seven of my dearest had heard my stories hundreds of times before. Hahahaha!

Even twenty years ago at my beach pad, either Tommy or Tara would say whenever we were on my patio having a party, “Dad. Come on. We’ve heard this one a thousand times“.

I don’t blame the kids. They’ve been exposed to my schtick all their lives. My friends? A few years.

I guess you might say that with longevity in life comes a little or a lot of wisdom, depending on the circumstances and subject matter. Sometimes no wisdom at all. It’s up to the individual listener to make that assessment, not me.

Back to my one-of-a-kind Presidential Suite Hugh Hefner Bathrobe. My brother would have been in on it but he wasn’t at the gathering of close friends when they all chipped in to purchase my famous robe from a museum in New York City.

He DID chip in $50,000 towards the $385,000 price tag however. Everyone else knew the secret about the robe.

Just before the rest of my friends were allowed to come on board, us five dudes were sitting in the main jacuzzi hitting on the poolside Hookah. The girls were in the gymnasium.

I asked my brother what Woody had whispered in his ear earlier when he had swooned on my robe. Today was the first day that I actually wore it.

He looked at Woody, looked at me and broke out laughing so hard I thought he was going to have a stroke. Woody whispered two words, “Cum Stains”.

He says, “Everyone else knew. There’s a LOT more to Hefner’s robe than one would imagine”. I said, “Tell us Woody, I’m anxious to hear all about it”.

Woody: “Hugh had quite a night one night, and that robe you’ve been wearing has no less than six events documented chemically, you know, that CSI-Miami shit”. There WAS full disclosure on your robe.

Woody continued. “Number One: Of course, lipstick on the collar. All different sizes of lips and different colors/shades.

Number Two: The brown strip of stain where the ass would be in the robe. Looks like SOMEONE had the shits.

Number Three: Cum stains. Only the stains were on the back of the robe about butt height. And this WAS Hugh Hefner’s robe.

Number Four: All the evidence splashed on the front of the robe that can now only be detected by UV light. Even after a thorough dry cleaning”.

It looked brand new when they all had presented it to me at last night’s party at Spagos. We all laughed. Andrew still admires my robe.

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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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    Religions & Wars

    Of all the religions, it appears that Christianity is the most outspoken and quantitative “In your Face” religion of them all as it appears on social media sites like farcecrap. It’s okay though, they believe what they believe and insist on sharing what they call the “Good News” whenever and however they can, posting what they believe is their answer to all of mankind’s woes.

    They are not very good students of history however. They don’t have to go down any Rabbit Hole to discover and understand that “Religion” has had an influence, along with ethnic, social, political, and economic issues, and have been at the root of most wars, misery and death for thousands of years.

    They (the Christians) also think that “Free Speech” is only applicable to them because as soon as a person of another religious belief or a non-believer speaks up, they immediately pounce on, and rebuke that alternative belief.

    An example would be, sharing a post that contains information that scientifically proves as an example, that our world is billions of years old instead of only 4,000 years old as most Christians believe. Sarcastically and/or scientifically proving that belief is ridiculous? Don’t confuse ordinary sarcasm with intellectual sarcasm with added scientific proof that fairytales are, just fairytales.

    I have always believed that everyone has the right to express their religiosity in whatever manner they choose, but, and it’s a BIG BUT, at the same time they are ranting/raving/preaching on behalf of THEIR “Savior” who they think is the ONLY path to “Heaven” (which in my opinion is part of their Fairytale), they need to allow someone who doesn’t believe the way they profess to believe, that same “Right” of freedom of speech to respond back, especially on social media platforms which seems to gather all types of people and beliefs together.

    If a Christian is offended by another friend’s sarcastic comments like, “Hail Satan”, or the “Image/Appearance” of Jesus on a dog’s butt…..offended to the point of ending their friendship, then sadly, perhaps that Christian was not that much of a friend to begin with, or he just has no tolerance for sarcasm. Maybe that religious person was ego-driven or bound by their religious indoctrination to try to save that other person’s “Soul”?

    If a person is going to constantly post their “In Your Face” religious posts, which they have every right to do, they should also be willing to accept and expect some sarcastic comments along with their “Hallelujah, Amen and God Bless You” comments from their like-minded Christian friends and family.

    Sure, the sarcasm runs deep sometimes, like the image of Jesus bungee-jumping off the cross, which I think is really ridiculously, sarcastically funny. But so is that religious person’s entire “Religion”, so get over it.

    I’ve never really had someone whom I considered to be a close friend, tell me that we could no longer be friends because I’m an atheist. If they did, I would simply say, “I DON’T CARE”, and continue on with my life without their friendship. I can accept that we were “Unequally Yoked” in the first place in spite of the fact that I loved them and cared for them as a real friend. Their loss, not mine in other words.

    A close friend of mine likes to comment on another friend’s religious constant posts with the words, “Hail Satan” as purely sarcasm. He doesn’t believe in Satan and he doesn’t believe in the other friend’s God/Jesus/Heaven/Hell dogma/religion either. His “Hail Satan” comments are satirical in nature because he believes as I do, that ALL “Man-Made Religions” are and have been, like a Fairytale for thousands of years.

    People do NOT have to believe in the same “Religion” to be REAL friends. Throughout history, individuals with differing religious beliefs HAVE been real friends. In the Middle East for an example, Muslims have had Jewish friends and continue to do so, Jewish people have had Muslim friends and continue to do so, and they both have had Christian friends, and friends of other faiths as well, and continue to do so.

    In Western cultures, it has been the Christians who have had more difficulty in having real friendships with people of a different faith, although you occasionally do see it.

    The bottom line for me really is the simple truth found in the “Golden Rule”. When people of different religions and folks like me that don’t believe in anything at all can follow that simple truth, we can realize a higher level of awareness of who we are as a species, showing real compassion, love for ALL of mankind, and finally change our world for the better.

    Last thing. I’m not into Astrology at all, but I want the readers of this post to Google two things and what they are defined as, the “Age of Pisces” (Age of Religions & Wars), and the “Age of Aquarius” (Age of Technology & Peace), as the two definitions will give you a little more insight if you have and Common Sense at all.

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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

    For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

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      Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho……Hum

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

       

       

       

       

       

       

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      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

      For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

      Ramblings122922PDFVersion

      If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

      Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

       

      This website is not filled with a bunch of “Click-On” ads for the latest in “Toothbrushes” “Fashion” or “Free trips to wherever” generating millions of pesos in income. If you do decide to donate a few Pesos because you enjoy reading my essays, that’s awesome, and I sincerely thank you. IF, you donate the cost of a Starbucks, it will go towards fixing a few things, NOT, my Golden Statuette. 

      We give awards out for everything from acting to how many Hot-Dogs they can shove down their gullet. What about and award for people that encourage the weary with optimism for THEIR life’s goals and visions, to inspire another person, and believe in THEIR value as a human being? Wouldn’t THAT be groovy? Yes, this essay was not really about me or an imagined trophy, it’s ALL ABOUT YOU! What do YOU want to accomplish in your life?

       

       

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        Evolutionary

        You can agree with me….Or not. I don’t care.

        Technology, as it happens to be in relationship to communication, has taken humanity to a place much different than prior to the invention of computers and specifically, communication via Social Media. Evolutionary!

        Putting aside all the shit that’s been happening around the world in the past twenty years or so, humanity is utilizing technology that they can hold in their hands.

        I have long “preached” about the transition between the Age of Pisces “The age of Religions & Wars” (Google it), and “The Age of Aquarius”, (Google that), the age of technology and peace.

        Despite all the bullshit, humanity is becoming more aware/knowledgeable, about EVERYTHING. I created this Meme because of that fact.

        As an optimistic dude, despite everything that we see happening today around the world, some of humanity WILL survive and enjoy the beginnings of the new age. I say SOME of us because I’m 75.

        My grandson who is 10, will be an older dude and might appreciate the early years of the new age of mankind’s journey on our planet, even if a vast majority of people are wiped out by whatever comes our way.

        Yes, eyes and minds wide open. Golden Rule becoming the replacement for organized religion, and swords turned into plowshares.

        Postscript: I think most people would agree that as a species, we have evolved.

        Since the beginning of time for mankind, there has been good and evil. Evil in whatever mode has plagued mankind.

        Wither it’s the pursuit of land/minerals (like oil), or like back centuries ago when they had wars over religious beliefs, we have had evil in the sense that we have had wars for over 2,000 years.

        I believe that a person cannot be “Born” evil unless they are insane from birth onwards. I believe that we are born with goodness, and that all the negative shit we deem evil is taught.

        What we are going through right now is not what I would call a “Spiritual Awakening”. God knows there certainly are a lot of people that are despicably evil in their hearts. Because of “technology”, mankind is not only learning and sharing the truth, we are beginning to understand the root causes of “Evil”.

        I say that evil people are insane. Some day, in the future, in the fullness of Aquarius, the small percentage of “Evil” (insane) people will be in mental hospitals. Okay, that’s my postscript for this one.

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

         

         

         

         

         

         

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        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

        For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

        Ramblings122922PDFVersion

        If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

        Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

         

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          This land is MY land, this land is no longer YOUR land, from California to the……

          Art depicting the Thacker Pass Massacre by Trav London.

          I was taking a break tonight from my online video poker that I play for relaxation and educational benefits….(free chips action), and more out of curiosity than anything, I started to educate myself about Lithium.

          Specifically, all about the area bordering Northern Nevada and Southern Oregon called the McDermitt Cauldron, which recently has been discovered to contain the largest amount of Lithium in the world. Google it. General Motors has invested in a company called Lithium Americas, which is only one of several mining companies in that area.

          When I first began watching the various YouTube videos, the first one was all pro mining, with very little said about the people opposed to ANY mining in the area. Google Thacker Pass Massacre.

          At first, lacking a full understanding of lithium mining and its impact on the environment and the “Originals” (indigenous people) of that area, I thought, this might be a great long-term investment….White Gold as it’s called. The McDermitt Caldera area where the lithium deposits were discovered is probably the most valuable land in America, the largest deposit of Lithium in the world, and estimated to be valued at over a Trillion Dollars.

          Here’s a link to the first video:

          Then I watched the next video which obviously told the other side of the story. A story from the “Originals” (indigenous peoples) point of view.

          Yes, nobody gives a Rat’s ass about the people who consider that area to be sacred.

          Watch the following video to find out things like how the U.S. Calvary slaughtered men, women and children on September 12th, in 1865. Reminds me of that song by Woodie Guthrie we all sang in school when we were kids.

          “This land is your land, this land is my land…From California to the New York Island, etcetera etcetera…This land was made for you and me…..

          This land is MY land, this land is YOUR land…..unless you’re an “Original” (Native American). If you are, you don’t get shit. Unless you’re tribe has casinos…..I wonder what Woodie thought about the “Originals”? That might be interesting to research and write about.

          Here’s the second video:

          The conclusion that I’ve come to is this. Obviously, progress cannot be stopped when it boils down to the facts of how lithium is used, and how strategically important this is to our country. So, life goes on in the big city as we say. Nothing will halt progress.

          Obviously, the three tribes in that area will never have any “Indian Casinos” because of the remote location, so I propose that all the mining companies pay a small “Lithium Tax” to a fund to support the local tribes, for their own benefit, to be spent on whatever needs they determine. I’m thinking that a 1% “tax” should be no biggie to the mining companies. 1% of a trillion dollars which is what the lithium deposits is estimated to be worth, equals TEN BILLION DOLLARS! Divided by 1,134 tribal members from the three tribes in the area is a heck of a lot more than any casino would give them.

          Not a casino, but income to basically pay members of the local tribes for their long/suffering/suffered history. To enrich their lives in what ever way they deem appropriate. Seems fair to me. That’s my humble opinion. Wither they agree and accept the idea is yet to be determined. What do YOU think?

          Postscript: All of you, my Facebook friends, and those of you that are reading this essay here on my website that DO agree with my 1% Lithium Tax idea, PLEASE, share this idea with your mayors, city councils, governors, and your congresspersons/senators at the state and federal level….AND….You can see it’s a BIG AND, share the idea with the POTUS. Let’s make this happen!

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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

          For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

          Ramblings122922PDFVersion

          If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

          Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

           

          This website is not filled with a bunch of “Click-On” ads for the latest in “Toothbrushes” “Fashion” or “Free trips to wherever” generating millions of pesos in income. If you do decide to donate a few Pesos because you enjoy reading my essays, that’s awesome, and I sincerely thank you. IF, you donate the cost of a Starbucks, it will go towards fixing my A/C and my fridge, NOT, my Golden Statuette. 

          We give awards out for everything from acting to how many Hot-Dogs they can shove down their gullet. What about and award for people that encourage the weary with optimism for THEIR life’s goals and visions, to inspire another person, and believe in THEIR value as a human being? Wouldn’t THAT be groovy? Yes, this essay was not really about me or an imagined trophy, it’s ALL ABOUT YOU! What do YOU want to accomplish in your life?

           

           

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            Beam all of them the fuck out of here Scotty

            There are changes taking place around the world right now that I believe are indicative of things beginning to change like never before in human history and evolution.

            In spite of the shit storm going on currently, the things we see happening right now, what I call “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly”part of our evolution as a species, some things like never ending wars for over a century, actually over the past couple of thousand years, the poverty and despair, and the rage, is in it’s final death throes.

            The current situation with the war in Ukraine and the ongoing conflict and genocide in the Middle East against the people of Palestine, and the wars in several other parts of the world that nobody ever talks about, is all coming to a head like a festering huge pimple that’s about to get squeezed, and go away.

            As far as current affairs, I believe that we will soon see the two-state scenario come to pass, with the recognition of Palestine as a legitimate country with its capital in Jerusalem and the state of Israel ridding itself of zebraism (the Bad)….Real peace in the Middle East.

            I see BRICS as a “Good” thing, but it will evolve and merge with whatever is left of the Western powers, i.e., the United States (the bad), evolving and merging into a new world of a new global economic and social/political system.

            No, not the “New World Order”, the “New Age Order”, a system of worldwide self-governance I call INCLUSIONISM, root word, INCLUDE! Not Socialism, or what we call Democracy, but something that combines all the great features of all positive governance and social systems.

            Call it what you may, I see it as a fruit of the Age of Aquarius. Google it. Key descriptive words…The Age of Technology & Peace.

            Google the Age of Pisces which has lasted approximately 2,300 years. Primary descriptive words, the Age of Religions & Wars.

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

            The whole world is going to eventually adopt Gold as a standard for each country’s currency. However, somewhere in our future the entire planet will be using the same yet unknown electronic currency for trade and commerce.

            Possibly digital at first, like my IRTHKOIN, but I also think that we will evolve to the point where every human being will have the same access to all the goods and services that support a happy healthy life. There will be no “class” distinctions. No Elon Musks, or Jeff Bezos. No more societal separation/segregation.

            Sure, for decisions affecting us globally, like what places in the universe we should travel to, or what we do as a planet, as a member of an Intergalactic community, will be decided from the bottom up to the top elected leaders of our planetary governing body I call, IRTH Council of Elders.

            I say from the bottom up because of the technology that we already have in our hands that most of the world currently uses to communicate, play games, check the weather etcetera.

            Imagine if you will, the Intergalactic Council made up of fifteen planets, is asking for a decision about trade issues with another planet/life form or admitting a new planet into the INTERGALACTIC FEDERATION OF PLANETS, or some other issue requiring a decision.

            You, are sitting there taking a shit or maybe you’re watching the tenth annual Intergalactic Games on your 3-D projected holographic type of image, and your hand-held communication device beeps, asking for a thumbs up or a thumbs down on a given issue. You press on the “Thumbs Up” or the “Thumbs Down” button.

            More than that, prior to that “Vote”, you had the opportunity to digitally submit ideas/proposals long before a final vote is instantaneously recorded and received by the IRTH COUNCILOF ELDERS. Beam me up Scotty. Yes, fiction quite often becomes fact. If this new system I call INCLUSIONISM we’re in effect today, we wouldn’t be deciding whether or not to bomb the fuck out of people.

            Age of PEACE means no more military/industrial complex’s all over the world. All those companies manufacturing weapons/products for wars and killing will instead be combined in developing and creating products for the global good, like Starships (think Star Trek), or providing manufacturing facilities for robots? Who knows.

            Back to the current day bullshit. Once zebraism is eradicated and replaced by Israel’s new system I call HEBRATIC, all those U.S. politicians who have dual-citizenship with Israel will be gone, either voted out or removed by some other means.

            Although all cultures and most countries will maintain their ethnic/cultural identities, there will be no borders or let me say, need for passports for traveling to other parts of the world. We will still identify with our own cultures and countries, but there will only be a handful of separate IRTH regions.

            The United States, Canada, and Mexico will be known simply as NAR for North American Region. Same as SAR for all the countries in South America joined together as the South American Region. WER for Western Europe Region, EAR for East Asia Region, and so on.

            Although you will still be recognized as a citizen of a given global region, like SAR, you STILL will be identified as from Argentina or Brazil, or whatever country you’re from. What I shared in this essay is a culmination of many years of research and writing.

            I’m optimistic that parts if not all of my thoughts and suggestions will eventually be shared and come to fruition. I have been “Preaching” this schtick for years now, (ever since my third stroke near my Pineal Gland) that our species WILL survive whatever shit comes our way be it nuclear devastation, Asteroid impact or whatever and take the correct “Fork in the Road” that we’re coming to soon.

            For additional schtick please check out numerous other essays here on my website. For all of you who don’t suffer from ADHD, thanks for reading, and “Share if you care”.

            Postscript: Certainly, there IS an alternative to the two-state option that’s been around for decades.

            When all is said and done as far as the total elimination of zebraism as a political force in the “State” of Israel is concerned, I can imagine that if a vote was taken amongst all the citizens of that “State”, a vote by all the Muslims, real Jews, Christians, and whatever other religious groups are there, a new “State” would be declared and recognized by the rest of the world, as a “State” which would accept and accommodate ALL people indigenous to the land. A vote also could be held to decide what to call this new “One-State” solution. The people of this new “State” could have a contest and let the children come up with a winning name.

            How about, Palestine like it originally was mapped out in the past few hundred years? Or, Palisrael? Or, how about something from ancient times, like, Palashtu, Peleset, or Pilistu. The first written records referring to Palestine emerged in the 12th-century BCE Twentieth Dynasty of Egypt, which used the term Peleset for the neighboring people or land.

            In the 8th century BCE, the Assyrians referred to the region as Palashtu or Pilistu.

            Or, how about Philistia? The word Palestine derives from Philistia, the name given by Greek writers to the land of the Philistines, who in the 12th century bce occupied a small pocket of land on the southern coast, between modern Tel Aviv–Yafo and Gaza.

            The point is, regardless what that new “country/state” is called, there would be peace amongst ALL the citizens of that country, and harmony between the people as it was for so long before the zebraists from Eastern Europe took control.

            Sounds too good to be true though. I believe that one thing is for certain though. The apartheid regime/political system zebraism will be abolished/eliminated at some point, optimistically in the near future.

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

             

             

             

             

             

             

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            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

            Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

            For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

            Ramblings122922PDFVersion

            If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

            Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

             

            This website is not filled with a bunch of “Click-On” ads for the latest in “Toothbrushes” “Fashion” or “Free trips to wherever” generating millions of pesos in income. If you do decide to donate a few Pesos because you enjoy reading my essays, that’s awesome, and I sincerely thank you. IF, you donate the cost of a Starbucks, it will go towards fixing my A/C and my fridge, NOT, my Golden Statuette. 

            We give awards out for everything from acting to how many Hot-Dogs they can shove down their gullet. What about and award for people that encourage the weary with optimism for THEIR life’s goals and visions, to inspire another person, and believe in THEIR value as a human being? Wouldn’t THAT be groovy? Yes, this essay was not really about me or an imagined trophy, it’s ALL ABOUT YOU! What do YOU want to accomplish in your life?

             

             

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              I AM your GOD!

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

              Here’s Mandy’s post: 

              “Mankind, through various religious concepts, have imagined God to be a “creature-creator” simply because they themselves are “creator-creatures.” Using the tremendous outgoiung energy of being, men have diligently imagined and imaged forth the nature of God, while only the few have apprehended the truth that God is consciousness, and as consciousness he is life, intelligence, will, and love manifest in a rich variety of dimensions and attributes.

              Now I tell you, God is a benign Impersonal Personality, a Personal Impersonality, a Personal Personality, and an Impersonal Impersonality comprising the manifold consciousness of being. He gives of his creative Self to the creatures he has made in the hopes that they will apprehend his purposes and emulate his consciousness to the fullness with which he has endowed them.

              As they grow and mature throughout life, people imitate one another, consciously and unconsciously mimicking the personalities that touch their lives. They dwell in such a sense of un reality that they persist in identifying themselves as vile sinners. They accept not only the accusations of the “accuser of our bretheren” whose machinations are exposed in the twelth chapter of the Book of Revelation, but also the burden of mounting waves of mass condemnation which, like a raging sea, threaten to drown the image of the Real Image of the Higher Self in an ocean of emotion.”
              The purpose of thought and feeling is to form the mold of fruitful and progressive experience which in turn endows mankind with the highest aspects of his Divine Self.”
              “Mandkind, in the mainstream of their influence, have misused the energies of their thoughts and feelings; and, unaware of the consequences of their mental and emotional inconsistincies, irregularities and incongruenties, they have molded Light’s energies descending down into their world into asymmetrical forms which, by reason of their nature, could never produce happiness for themselves or any other part of life.
              The idea of a tempermental, vengeful, or unjust God is abhorrent from the outset. The concept of an arbitrary Diety who would show favoritism is likewise distressing. Hence, according to his awareness of the Diety, man himself becomes the arbiter of his destiny, and, according to his uses of energy, the harbinger of truth or error in his life.”

               

              “Now, it is true that it may be more comfortable, at least temporarily, for mankind to vegetate neath the sun and the moon in an isolated reverie, remote from the challenges of life, without benefit of the sometimes voilent but always disturbing alchemical heat which, as Christic fires, acts to purge mankind of his dross. But I am certain that the soul which desires to climb the hill of attainment to reach the summit peaks will neither find fault with nor reject the necessary chain of experiences that are intended to broaden the mind, sharpen the intellect, exalt the spirit, and test the mettle of a man.

              Saint Germain On Alchemy: Formulas for Self-TransformationBook One. Chapter 9, The Crucible of Being

              My ‘comment” to her post:

              (Unedited) As a published Atheist, I try to explain that in a sense, we ALL are our own individual Gods. When the religious world says that the difference between the human species and all other life on earth is that humans have a “Will” the Shakespearian “To be, or not to be” with the knowledge of good versus bad, and the free will to make the decisions between right and wrong.

              Since ALL of the human race from the first humans seeded by aliens for the third time in two billion years, or, you believe the Garden of Eve fairytale. I teach or treat people with PTSD, to start each day in front of their bathroom mirror and look at (changing POV) at yourself directly in the eyes (or eye. One soldier had a really real looking glass eye) and say, “I AM GOD. I am YOUR GOD”, and I’m going to have a wonderful day!

              Whatever it is that you do or whatever you might be facing (except for a lobotomy, or execution by guillotine which is what I’ve always advocated for. Sorry all you pro-life anti-death penalty folks. There are a very small percentage of the world’s population, and the French got it right even after the French Revolution.

              I digress.

              As an Atheist, and the fact that I AM God just to me and not the rest of the world, I have no need of a “savior”, no reason to believe there is a heaven and a hell. In the seventies I was a Gospel singer which began as soon as I moved to Southern California. I was a regular guest soloist/singer at many meetings of the FGBFI, Full Gospel Businessmen Fellowship International. I was 50-50 on Atheism versus Mankind’s invented “religions”.

              Since man DOES have a free will, it was so easy for me to choose compassion instead of animosity, cruelty, hatred, mercilessness, and indifference. Instead of using our will, “I WILL THIS WOMAN’S LEG TO GROW”, as some Televangelists tried their Healing/Channeling , I just naturally go to every positive and good thing instead of the “dastardly evil” side of me because unlike the religious bullshit that beats into every brain, “We all have been born with sin in our hearts (except for jesus)”……Bullshit!

              My friends that really know me, know I purposely don’t lean towards “The Dark Side”, but rather show compassion and understanding towards everyone including strangers.

              In closing, the primary ingredient to seek for a happy life, for a better world, is the natural ability to truly forgive. I sat on the grass in MacArthur Park in Los Angeles 43 years ago (I was 32) with my stepdad Ed, the maniac who beat my mother to death when I was 15. We sat under a shade tree, eating McD’s, never speaking much, but I knew his mind was jelly as he looked at me and spoke as if I was still 15-year-old Tommy, shit, at one point in this one-sided conversation (with him reminiscing about fishing and other relatively great memories that I remembered), he asked, “How is Evie doing?” That was my mom’s nickname, short for Evelyn.

              Four years later, after Ed froze to death in the winter-snow-covered mountains in Riverside County next to empty booze bottles and all his worldly possessions in a Ralph’s Grocery cart (my “Popsicle Ed Frozen Till Dead story), my baby brother and I found out why Ed was so mentally unstable (unstable? Fuck, as a child from the age of three on, to me he was a monster, a maniac.

              A genius. Worked at Honeywell and had several patents to his credit but not shared by Honeywell in the really early stages of modern day aircraft electronics flight control, In world War Two, an American Spy behind enemy lines IN Germany, was captured by the Nazi Gestapo, spent the next two years, not in a POW camp, but in a German prison in Berlin where he was physically tortured and use as a Guinea Pig for experimental Truth Serums. The man I forgave, the man that murdered my mother,

              WAS A FUCKING WAR HERO that was unacknowledged because of the nature of his job in the U. S. Army’s precursor to the CIA today. I still think all these years later the “Why” forgiveness part was a miracle for me, and Ed’s story, especially the spy shit, could be a blockbuster movie. Note: Spy image created with NightCafe’s incredible AI Art Generator.

              FORGIVENESS, and the ability to throw shit under the bus or bridge also means FORGETTING, not holding a grudge. All the rest flows easy, the empathy, compassion, the love for all mankind, AND……Wait for it…..Acceptance of self.

              Postscript: This British dude has publicly claimed that it’s OK, to have sex with a nine-year-old boy. I wish I could get a face-to-face meeting with him, here in the Mojave Desert with  thousands of square miles of desert, places to dig a hole, or just leaving a body like the Vegas Mafia dudes did, let the Coyote get him first, the Buzzards next, the bugs last.

              https://www.facebook.com/messenger_media/?attachment_id=267835315965708&message_id=mid.%24cAABa9gd3OYiP7p0OS2JvVfCD8ls0&thread_id=100013382800873

              The end. Place those Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and weed in the offering basket. I don’t ask for money and don’t care about money, unlike that “Snake in a shitty toilet you’re taking a dump in”, KENNETH COPELAND who has recently claimed publicly that he is the very first Billionaire Televangelist. I knew him personally back even before my wife was babysitting him & Gloria’s kids. This “Pulling the Wool over the Sheep’s Eyes” has been going on forever since the dawn of time. I’m just sharing from my own life and experience.

              It’s not hard being a GOD.

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

               

               

               

               

               

               

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              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

              Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

              For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

              Ramblings122922PDFVersion

              If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

              Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

               

              This website is not filled with a bunch of “Click-On” ads for the latest in “Toothbrushes” “Fashion” or “Free trips to wherever” generating millions of pesos in income. If you do decide to donate a few Pesos because you enjoy reading my essays, that’s awesome, and I sincerely thank you. IF, you donate the cost of a Starbucks, it will go towards fixing my A/C and my fridge, NOT, my Golden Statuette. 

              We give awards out for everything from acting to how many Hot-Dogs they can shove down their gullet. What about and award for people that encourage the weary with optimism for THEIR life’s goals and visions, to inspire another person, and believe in THEIR value as a human being? Wouldn’t THAT be groovy? Yes, this essay was not really about me or an imagined trophy, it’s ALL ABOUT YOU! What do YOU want to accomplish in your life?

               

               

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                My BRAIN…..NOT my Ego

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                 

                 

                 

                 

                 

                 

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

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

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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

                Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

                Ramblings122922PDFVersion

                If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

                Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

                 

                This website is not filled with a bunch of “Click-On” ads for the latest in “Toothbrushes” “Fashion” or “Free trips to wherever” generating millions of pesos in income. If you do decide to donate a few Pesos because you enjoy reading my essays, that’s awesome, and I sincerely thank you. IF, you donate the cost of a Starbucks, it will go towards fixing my A/C and my fridge, NOT, my Golden Statuette. 

                We give awards out for everything from acting to how many Hot-Dogs they can shove down their gullet. What about and award for people that encourage the weary with optimism for THEIR life’s goals and visions, to inspire another person, and believe in THEIR value as a human being? Wouldn’t THAT be groovy? Yes, this essay was not really about me or an imagined trophy, it’s ALL ABOUT YOU! What do YOU want to accomplish in your life?

                 

                 

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                  “I wanna open up a Bunny Ranch here in this god-forsaken desert”, said nobody

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                   

                   

                   

                   

                   

                   

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

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

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

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

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

                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                  Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                  For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

                  Ramblings122922PDFVersion

                  If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

                  Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

                   

                  This website is not filled with a bunch of “Click-On” ads for the latest in “Toothbrushes” “Fashion” or “Free trips to wherever” generating millions of pesos in income. If you do decide to donate a few Pesos because you enjoy reading my essays, that’s awesome, and I sincerely thank you. IF, you donate the cost of a Starbucks, it will go towards fixing my A/C and my fridge, NOT, my Golden Statuette. 

                  We give awards out for everything from acting to how many Hot-Dogs they can shove down their gullet. What about and award for people that encourage the weary with optimism for THEIR life’s goals and visions, to inspire another person, and believe in THEIR value as a human being? Wouldn’t THAT be groovy? Yes, this essay was not really about me or an imagined trophy, it’s ALL ABOUT YOU! What do YOU want to accomplish in your life?

                   

                   

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                    TLDR

                    TLDR!

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

                    TLDR whoops! ADHD Description:

                    chronic condition including attention difficulty, hyperactivity, and impulsiveness.

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

                    Very common. More than 3 million US cases per year

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

                    Chronic: can last for years or be lifelong

                    Requires a medical diagnosis

                     

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

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

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

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

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

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

                    I DON’T CARE!

                     

                     

                    T-Shirt available for small donation

                     

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                     

                     

                     

                     

                     

                     

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

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

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

                    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

                    Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                    For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

                    Ramblings122922PDFVersion

                    If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

                    Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

                     

                    This website is not filled with a bunch of “Click-On” ads for the latest in “Toothbrushes” “Fashion” or “Free trips to wherever” generating millions of pesos in income. If you do decide to donate a few Pesos because you enjoy reading my essays, that’s awesome, and I sincerely thank you. IF, you donate the cost of a Starbucks, it will go towards fixing my A/C and my fridge, NOT, my Golden Statuette. 

                    We give awards out for everything from acting to how many Hot-Dogs they can shove down their gullet. What about and award for people that encourage the weary with optimism for THEIR life’s goals and visions, to inspire another person, and believe in THEIR value as a human being? Wouldn’t THAT be groovy? Yes, this essay was not really about me or an imagined trophy, it’s ALL ABOUT YOU! What do YOU want to accomplish in your life?

                     

                     

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                      This is really all about Hope Rescue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                       

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                       

                       

                       

                       

                       

                       

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

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

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

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

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

                      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                      Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                      For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

                      Ramblings122922PDFVersion

                      If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

                      Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

                       

                      This website is not filled with a bunch of “Click-On” ads for the latest in “Toothbrushes” “Fashion” or “Free trips to wherever” generating millions of pesos in income. If you do decide to donate a few Pesos because you enjoy reading my essays, that’s awesome, and I sincerely thank you. IF, you donate the cost of a Starbucks, it will go towards fixing my A/C and my fridge, NOT, my Golden Statuette. 

                      We give awards out for everything from acting to how many Hot-Dogs they can shove down their gullet. What about and award for people that encourage the weary with optimism for THEIR life’s goals and visions, to inspire another person, and believe in THEIR value as a human being? Wouldn’t THAT be groovy? Yes, this essay was not really about me or an imagined trophy, it’s ALL ABOUT YOU! What do YOU want to accomplish in your life?

                       

                       

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                        “KICKS ARE FOR TRIBS”

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

                        Bonafide

                        adjective

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         

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

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

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

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

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

                        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                        Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                        For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

                        Ramblings122922PDFVersion

                        If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

                        Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

                         

                        This website is not filled with a bunch of “Click-On” ads for the latest in “Toothbrushes” “Fashion” or “Free trips to wherever” generating millions of pesos in income. If you do decide to donate a few Pesos because you enjoy reading my essays, that’s awesome, and I sincerely thank you. IF, you donate the cost of a Starbucks, it will go towards fixing my A/C and my fridge, NOT, my Golden Statuette. 

                        We give awards out for everything from acting to how many Hot-Dogs they can shove down their gullet. What about and award for people that encourage the weary with optimism for THEIR life’s goals and visions, to inspire another person, and believe in THEIR value as a human being? Wouldn’t THAT be groovy? Yes, this essay was not really about me or an imagined trophy, it’s ALL ABOUT YOU! What do YOU want to accomplish in your life?

                         

                         

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                          “This device goes in your ear, and this one goes in your rear”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                           

                           

                           

                           

                           

                           

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

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

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

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

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

                          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                          Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                          For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

                          Ramblings122922PDFVersion

                          If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

                          Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

                           

                          This website is not filled with a bunch of “Click-On” ads for the latest in “Toothbrushes” “Fashion” or “Free trips to wherever” generating millions of pesos in income. If you do decide to donate a few Pesos because you enjoy reading my essays, that’s awesome, and I sincerely thank you. IF, you donate the cost of a Starbucks, it will go towards fixing my A/C and my fridge, NOT, my Golden Statuette. 

                          We give awards out for everything from acting to how many Hot-Dogs they can shove down their gullet. What about and award for people that encourage the weary with optimism for THEIR life’s goals and visions, to inspire another person, and believe in THEIR value as a human being? Wouldn’t THAT be groovy? Yes, this essay was not really about me or an imagined trophy, it’s ALL ABOUT YOU! What do YOU want to accomplish in your life?

                           

                           

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                            The DOCSAXE Award for being the most optimistic dude on the planet, goes to….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                             

                             

                             

                             

                             

                             

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

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                            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

                            Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                            For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

                            Ramblings122922PDFVersion

                            If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

                            Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

                             

                            This website is not filled with a bunch of “Click-On” ads for the latest in “Toothbrushes” “Fashion” or “Free trips to wherever” generating millions of pesos in income. If you do decide to donate a few Pesos because you enjoy reading my essays, that’s awesome, and I sincerely thank you. IF, you donate the cost of a Starbucks, it will go towards fixing my A/C and my fridge, NOT, my Golden Statuette. 

                            We give awards out for everything from acting to how many Hot-Dogs they can shove down their gullet. What about and award for people that encourage the weary with optimism for THEIR life’s goals and visions, to inspire another person, and believe in THEIR value as a human being? Wouldn’t THAT be groovy? Yes, this essay was not really about me or an imagined trophy, it’s ALL ABOUT YOU! What do YOU want to accomplish in your life?

                             

                             

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                              The King Of Table Talk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                               

                               

                               

                               

                               

                               

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

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

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

                              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

                              Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                              For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

                              Ramblings122922PDFVersion

                              If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

                              Here’s a few Social Media links for sharing, thanks:

                               

                              This website is not filled with a bunch of “Click-On” ads for the latest in “Toothbrushes” “Fashion” or “Free trips to wherever” generating millions of pesos in income. If you do decide to donate a few Pesos because you enjoy reading my essays, that’s awesome, and I sincerely thank you.

                               

                               

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                                CHICKEN NUGGETS WITH BARBECUE SAUCE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                  Be careful dude, my Chihuahua Rosie will tear you apart, limb from limb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                   

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

                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                  Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                                  For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

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                                    Caught between an Outhouse Door and a Rabid Raccoon

                                    So, I’ve been watching the 4th of series of shoot-em’-up drug lord series produced in Columbia. This one is titled, THE SNITCH CARTEL: ORIGINS. Has far less beheadings with a chainsaw, than the first three.
                                    I’m in the middle of episode 18. Beginning at at 22 minutes and 47 seconds, when Leonardo is accidentally confronted in the hospital by his wife, who was there and found out that she is pregnant. He’s standing there with his new lover who was there and found out that SHE ALSO was pregnant. Talk about being caught between an outhouse door and a rabid raccoon!
                                    Ya gotta know the backstory to understand how hilarious this is, and how genius the screen writers are. Did I mention DIALOGUE yet?
                                    At approximately 23 minutes into this episode, Leonardo’s wife explains why SHE’S there….She’s PREGNANT !…..And you could almost see Leonardo’s balls retract into his stomach, from the look on his face at that moment.
                                    Sad for a super-testosterone dude with millions of Sperm gnashing their teeth waiting to be loosed upon society. What do you call a dude with tons of really healthy sperm? Extraordinarily fertile? Super-Virile Dude?
                                    Hmmmm…. I think I just created my next cartoon character, THE SUPER-VIRILE DUDE! Happier than a Hog in shit….Able to defend himself in a bar room brawl…..But cums way to fast. Maybe a characteristic version/cross between Arnold Schwarzenegger and Paul Newman? Columbian version?
                                    I digress, things were finally smoothing out between the two women, and Leonardo was content with his lover. It was what, a few weeks before when Leonardo’s wife had accidentally fallen in love again with him after drinking and watching a Soccer game on TV at his mom’s house? They fucked. She got pregnant. No biggie, right?
                                    THAT’S, what is going through his lover’s mind at that precise moment at approximately 22 minutes and 48 seconds.
                                    I stopped right there two hours ago to write this, as I often do when I’m stoned, so I can’t tell you what happened next. Watch the series yourself.
                                    As I have said in my previous reviews, this ongoing series of series is sooo good, it’s so well produced, directed, and acted, it has been a pleasure watching these four series. The acting, the screenplay/scripts, the music, the sets, the cinematography, the editing, the scenery, the DIALOGUE! And, the subtitling.
                                    Once in a while I DO admit that I’m stoned wilts watching. The Columbian company responsible for these great series is Caracol Internacional. I’m optimistic that you will enjoy this series or a least the genre, and share this review/post on Social Media.

                                    My last word? DIALOGUE!

                                    Postscript: I haven’t done the research yet, but I’m going to find out if any of the films produced by Caracol Internacional has ever won any American awards, Emmys, etceteras? The reason I’m curious is because everting that I’ve seen so far is equal if not better than the vest ever cewated for an American audience.

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

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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

                                    Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                                    For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

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                                      Coffee Freak

                                      Are you a Coffee Freak?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                       

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

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

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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

                                      Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                                      For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

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                                      If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

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                                        The “Lickin” kind of Love

                                        Typically, when I’m stoned, and going to bed at whatever time it is in the evening….or early morning if I’ve pulled an all-nighter, I can generally get into a sleeping position that’s comfortable right away.

                                        Many times, my brain will still be writing when I attempt to call it a night, and occasionally, I end up getting up, and writing whatever I was thinking for fear of forgetting by the time I wake up.

                                        The other night I must have tried 87 different positions before I finally found a comfortable position and fell asleep.

                                        Right side, left side, on my back, on my stomach, left leg crooked up, or right leg up, both legs up in a fetal position, both legs stretched out, 87 different positions. Last night was different.

                                        As I crawled into bed, which seemed somewhat impossible because I was stoned and a bit unstable, groping my way to my bed.

                                        My dog Shelton had already assumed a certain position, and I plopped down in a uncomfortably temporary position that became permanent because of where Max had peed in the center of my bed.

                                        I was lying about 3/4 on my right side with my right knee in the air and my left leg and knee right below my right knee and leg. I hadn’t yet tried the other 86 positions of frustrations.

                                        Now, here’s an interesting observation. Dogs like licking things like your hand, face, or another part of your body. Many people will assume and say that a dog will lick their owner because they love the salty taste.

                                        Shelton is a foot licker, but he only likes to lick my feet at night just as we are trying to go to sleep. Not a day time licker. I usually let Shelton lick until he gets tired of it.

                                        Because of the awkward position I was in, with both feet under the blanket, avoiding the large wet spot, (thanks to Max), Shelton began licking the only thing he could, my blanket-covered right knee positioned about eight inches above the bed in an awkward position.

                                        As he was licking the portion of the blanket covering my right knee, I thought to myself, “He’s not licking my right knee for the salt because it’s covered by my blanket. He’s licking the blanket, and as far as I knew, there wasn’t any salt or cum stains on the blanket.

                                        Note: they say that spermicide is salty. I really don’t know having not ever tasted it. Women have told me to eat lots of Pineapple before they come over.

                                        He licked that spot on the blanket where my uplifted knee was until it was wet, then he proceeded to lick my left knee, which was under the blanket as well.

                                        Again, no salt or cum stains on the blanket. What did this tell me? Proof positive that Shelton was not licking me for the salty taste.

                                        I firmly believe that his licking was his way of showing his unconditional respect, his unconditional love, his total unconditional faith in me.

                                        After he finally finished his licking, he came up to the head of the bed, licked my face once, and fell asleep alongside my head. It wasn’t for the salty taste.

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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

                                        Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                                        For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

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                                        If you just happen to be a REAL publisher of “Books”, you know, hard-bound, or, your rich daddy or uncle is, please contact me to get into the fierce bidding war to place your bid to publish my book. Just kidding, I’m really seeking a Literary Agent however, if you are one or your rich dada or uncle is. contact me.

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                                          Caesar’s Salad?

                                          Paul was asking if I had any bleach. I said no why. He says he needs to bleach my sink after he washes Max’s butt hole. Why? Because Toy Poodles have a LOT of curly hair around their butts, and poop “Turds” sometimes will stick AND dry, and in Max’s case, it was getting out of hand.

                                          The only way to prevent the poop-stickage thing is when you wipe his butt the first sign of poop/turd stickage and/or going to the groomer on a frequent basis.

                                          So, Paul was just being considerate and conscientious asking me if I had any bleach, because it was my sink, he was planning on using, and the distinct possibility that he may have been wondering if I would ever prepare a meal in a kitchen sink. WTF? Spaghetti and Meatballs?

                                          I said, “No big deal brother Paul. It’s not like I’m going to be washing my feet in that sink anytime soon”.

                                          To which Paul immediately responded, “We were just going to toss you a salad in that sink”. I laughed so hard because of the spontaneity of the moment.

                                          We ARE stoned because as Manfred was leaving my Casa an hour ago, he noticed that Paul had forgotten to plug the electric-cooking device back in again. Manfred plugged it in…..AGAIN.

                                          I say again because two hours ago, Paul had filled a large pot with water to heat up, (which he STILL needs) to gently lower Max’s rear end into the sink of heated water to soften up those now petrified dog turds.

                                          Yes, plural “Turds”, because each time Max takes a shit, the turd comes out and is blocked by an earlier turd, buildings visibly recognizable hunk of dog shit.

                                          So, full circle, with the first pot of heated water that Paul poured into the filthy/nasty sink (neither of us have turned on our water heaters), an hour after he poured that hot water into the sink, I got up from my chair and noticed that the water was really nasty, I had told Paul that if I were him, I’d start over again because that sink was nasty filthy dirty because I had not used it as a sink since I moved in here, and personally, I would not stick MY dogs ass in that nasty water.

                                          Of course, Paul agreed. He emptied the sink of the heated, now nasty water, and cleaned it spotless, preparing it for the next pot of water.

                                          Then he fills up the pot again, and goes back to his Casa. Before leaving, he set a timer with Alexa for 15 minutes, and I told him it would take two hours with that amount of water (full pot).

                                          About an hour later, Manfred discovered that the hot/plate cooking device was not plugged in. He plugged it in and I said , “See you in two more hours”. I laughed. It was spontaneity at its best. Third pot heating up now as I write this.

                                          Let’s face it. It takes skill to shave curly hair around a Toy Poodle’s butt hole. Paul bought a dog grooming electric clipper and tried. Couldn’t do it. Time to see Janet the Groomer again.

                                          Postscript at 11:02 PM: Paul finally called me and asked me to turn off the hot plate.

                                          While on our Walkie-Talkies, I walked into the kitchen and noticed that when Manfred had plugged in the plug that Paul forgot to plug in an hour ago, I noticed that the hot-plate was off all that time because the plug was loose. I first plugged it in all the way, then unplugged it after Paul said to turn it off.

                                          I guess he’ll try for the other 50% of what’s left of Max’s turds stuck to his curly-haired butt hole tomorrow.

                                          Postscript 2: Don’t attempt any of this when stoned. If you own a Toy Poodle and you’re a Stoner, you’ll understand.

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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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                                            HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO doesn’t work either

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                            Singing “Merry Christmas” worked. Sounded silly repeated many times like “Holy Christmas”, so that’s why we say Merry Christmas once, followed by a  “HO-HO-HO” three times. The H0-HO-HO came along after Saint Nicholas (Santa Claus) came along. What a scary thing for a small child. A fat guy dressed weird, loudly saying, “Merry Christmas, HO-HO-HO” as your mother is forcing you to sit on this strange fat dude’s lap. Never mind that he smelled weird (whiskey) and his beard scratched your face.

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

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

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

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

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

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                                            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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                                              Fruit Punch

                                              Fruit Punch.
                                              That’s the flavor I’m drinking right now, you know, those little packets of colored-flavored crystalline additives for the cheapest bottled water you can buy at the Dollar General store.
                                              I also grabbed a Little Debbie snack cake which I’m about to open after sitting on my desk for a half an hour because I’m stoned. I have now somewhat relieved the “Gotta have a munchie” feeling
                                              A second after I described how great “Fruit Punch” tastes, I made up this fictitious conversation between two ten year old boys on the school playground….
                                              Bully: “Why’d your parents name you FRUIT! HAHA! Are you gay, hahahaha”….
                                              Fruit Punch: “BECAUSE MY LAST NAME IS PUNCH”, as he punches the bully in the nose, breaking it.
                                              This was Fruit’s first day at this school and apparently the bully hadn’t heard when the teacher called out the name, “Fruit Punch” during roll call.
                                              Now, think about this. Who/what parents would name their little boy “Fruit”?
                                              Think of that Johnny Cash song, “A boy named Sue”. Smart parents. Actually brilliant parents.
                                              They could have named their little boy, John, or Robert, or whatever, and the last name Punch would not have had the same effect.
                                              I’ll just betcha that Fruit had to defend himself and his honor/name countless times beginning in Kindergarten.
                                              The smart one was his father, knowing that his son was not going to be a wimp growing up.
                                              Fruit by the way, had those early years of scrapping with other kids, getting bloodied up sometimes, but by time he was 14, he already had a black-belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu.
                                              Makes me wonder how many people have the last name “Punch”. Any Punches in the audience tonight?

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

                                              Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                Saulk Caulker

                                                “Saulk-Caulker”

                                                Paul and I were sitting at his 6-foot-wide Gaming Console, “Play Station” as I call it, getting stoned, drinking Apple Cider, when somehow, the discussion turned to Denzel Washington in the opening scene of “The Equalizer”.

                                                He is facing odds that he’s either going to get killed in the shortest film in history, 2 minutes and 28 seconds…..Or, he kills all seven badass dudes in just over two minutes and goes on to killing a lot more bad ass dudes for the next two hours. Take your pick. Either way it’s a great movie.

                                                Paul had asked me if I was going to stick around for a while. So, I told him that I didn’t set a timer on how long I was going to hang with him before I made my escape back to my own den of irrefutable spontaneity when I am writing wilts stoned.

                                                That was what reminded me of that first scene.  Camera close-up shot of Denzel setting the timer on his digital watch. I need to watch that scene again to get the actual time. I think it was 2:17, (2 minutes and 17 seconds). At the end of the scene, he was off by a few seconds.

                                                What an absolute genius the screen writer was, or someone else like one of the actors, producers, whoever, coming up with the idea of Denzel setting the timer on his digital watch. Genius!

                                                I explained all that just to say, when Paul was wasting his time looking for that movie, and then ultimately finding it exactly where I told him to look in the first place, (YouTube), in between he suggested “Hey! Let’s watch bla-bla-bla”, I said, “Forget it Cocksucker”, to which Paul bounced back, something that sounded like, “Sault-Caulker”, which I find to be hilarious!

                                                From now on, I shall never ever use the word, COCKSUCKER ever again. Everyone one who knows me knows that I use colorful language all the time, and that there is no intent of malice aforethought in it. Not exactly a term of endearment for some.

                                                Which full-circle’s me to the fact that for a long time, I have utilized the full rights to that “Freedom of Speech” thing. Nixon would be proud.

                                                My two adult children have been telling me forever, to manage my “Filter” better in public, especially with their friends.

                                                Like, going into a restaurant, “Dad, please have your filter on so Tommy and I can enjoy our meal with you”.

                                                Now, THAT was for language that was far less worse than it is today. Words like SHIT, DAM, or an occasional slip of FUCK.

                                                At my age now I have discovered that my mouth really is worthy of getting washed out with Perchloric Acid. My closest friends understand that. My two adult children? No.

                                                So, Paul was teasing me about watching some silly movie (and I knew it). I said, “Cocksucker”, which for me, thanks to my brother Paul and a wonderful Vape Pen, is eternally replaced with SAULK-CAULKER, hahahaha!

                                                Postscript: Then as I finished writing this short story, a close friend/buddy stopped by for a while with some great bud and a wonderful Vape Pen.

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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

                                                Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

                                                For those who have been keeping up with my progress with my new book, “Ramblings of an Old Fart” here’s my latest in PDF format:

                                                Ramblings122922PDFVersion

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