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The Unknown Sock Puppet. He is a dynamic speaker, author, talk show host, gourmet chef, caring, dedicated lover, Doctor of Dudeology, and overall good karma person, oh yeah, almost forgot, Dr. Unknown  Sock Puppet is also a twophilofuturist, a new term for a philanthropist/ philosopher/futurist.

Watch for the first YouTube video from the Unknown Sock Puppet very soon on the YouTube Channel, THE UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET. His very first guest MAY be Mark Zuckerberg, one of the founders and current CEO of the giant social and media platform we all know as, FACEBOOK.

The Unknown Sock Puppet and Mr. Zuckerberg will discuss important issues like, Sushi? Joking here, his wife is of Chinese origin.  What some may think is a comedic look at issues and news, like tongue in cheek stuff, will very quickly discover that the issues ARE serious issues, like global warming, starvation, war, etceteras. More on the upcoming interview with Mr. Mark Zuckerberg in Dear. Mr. Zuckerberg 3.

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Dear Mr. Zuckerberg, Let me begin by saying that if you have a hard time understanding me right now, it’s because I am in the middle of having all my teeth (didn’t have many left) yanked out with the eventual goal of getting the permanent teeth screwed in. So, if you ARE having difficulty understanding me, you can go to my Facebook page, “The Unknown Sock Puppet” and get a transcript for just 29 cents plus appropriate tax of course, (after the debut on YouTube, shortly), or if you are REALLY smart, you will just read all of this ON my………FACEBOOK PAGE titled “The Unknown Sock Puppet”. You can also find it on a few lucky websites, posted at the end Continue reading DEAR MISTER ZUCKERBERG

Forward: Just felt like saying this. I think FB is going to go down in history as one of the greatest inventions in our history. For myself, I love FB in SPITE of the fact that FB has punished me many times for doing some things that were supposedly against the “Rules”. The longest ban for me on posting stuff was a whole week.

That was very painful, but not reasonable in my view. Could it be that YOUR punishment is meted out by a fucking computer algorithm? YES! The FB help center is ALSO mostly digital instead of human. In spite of all that, I really believe that FB WILL draw people together, from all walks of life, from all cultures and across all societal and political differences.

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If I were an “Original” living on a “Reservation today, I’m pretty sure I would NOT be carving up a Turkey on Thanksgiving Day (unless of course your tribe has a casino).

First of all, I like to refer to the people that have been here on the North American Continent for thousands of years as “Originals” and not as “Indigenous” or “Indians” any longer. Columbus thought he had reached “India”. He missed that boat.

For many of us, thinking about Thanksgiving makes us think of the First Thanksgiving between the “Originals” and the Pilgrims. There are many versions of this story though, but many of us know the one we are taught in school.  In 1621, America would have their very first Thanksgiving Dinner between the two different groups of people (same species). Today it is celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November.

The very first Thanksgiving was to celebrate a treaty between the pilgrims and the “Originals”. This was a large feast that had enough food to feed everyone for weeks. On the table was foul such as geese, turkey, swans, duck, etc. There was also lots of meat, vegetables and grains provided by both the Indians and the pilgrims. Everyone had a wonderful celebration, and certainly a wonderful meal.  The “Originals” even signed a paper stating that the pilgrims had the right to Plymouth.

Thanksgiving to the “Originals” may not mean the same thing that it did to the white settlers in American History.  To the “Originals”, Thanksgiving would mean a totally different thing. This was the beginning of their end……A time where they had given up their land in return for gifts that were full of disease……Which would kill many of them later down the road.

The White settlers would see this as a friendship being started, knowing that without the help of the “Originals”, they would never have survived the rough winter.  It was a time of celebrating with family and friends and being thankful they were still around to do it.  Today, we celebrate it with our own family with turkey, yams and ham.

Thanksgiving will always be remembered as a time when the “Originals” and Pilgrims sat at a long table and ate together, sharing everything they had with one another.

Here’s a poignant story written by Jacqueline Keeler / Pacific News Service December 31, 1999

For a Native American, the story of Thanksgiving is not a very happy one. But a member of the Dineh Nation and the Yankton Dakota Sioux finds occasion for hope.

I celebrate the holiday of Thanksgiving. This may surprise those people who wonder what Native Americans think of this official U.S. celebration of the survival of early arrivals in a European invasion that culminated in the death of 10 to 30 million native people.

Thanksgiving to me has never been about Pilgrims. When I was six, my mother, a woman of the Dineh nation, told my sister and me not to sing “Land of the Pilgrim’s pride” in “America the Beautiful.”

Our people, she said, had been here much longer and taken much better care of the land. We were to sing “Land of the Indian’s pride” instead. I was proud to sing the new lyrics in school, but I sang softly. It was enough for me to know the difference.

At six, I felt I had learned something very important. As a child of a Native American family, you are part of a very select group of survivors, and I learned that my family possessed some “inside” knowledge of what really happened when those poor, tired masses came to our homes. My mother had friends in Northern Minnesota that invited our family to a funeral of a baby that had died within a week of birth, She was buried in a shoe box.

When the Pilgrims came to Plymouth Rock, they were poor and hungry — half of them died within a few months from disease and hunger. When Squanto, a Wampanoag man, found them, they were in a pitiful state. He spoke English, having traveled to Europe, and took pity on them.

Their English crops had failed. The native people fed them through the winter and taught them how to grow their food. These were not merely “friendly Indians.” They had already experienced European slave traders raiding their villages for a hundred years or so, and they were wary — but it was their way to give freely to those who had nothing.

Among many of our peoples, showing that you can give without holding back is the way to earn respect. Among the Dakota, my father’s people, they say, when asked to give, “Are we not Dakota and alive?” It was believed that by giving there would be enough for all — the exact opposite of the system we live in now, which is based on selling, not giving.

To the Pilgrims, and most English and European peoples, the Wampanoags were heathens, and of the Devil. They saw Squanto not as an equal but as an instrument of their God to help his chosen people, themselves.

Since that initial sharing, Native American (Originals) food has spread around the world. Nearly 70 percent of all crops grown today were originally cultivated by Native American peoples. I sometimes wonder what they ate in Europe before they met us. Spaghetti without tomatoes?

Meat and potatoes without potatoes? And at the “first Thanksgiving” the Wampanoags provided most of the food — and signed a treaty granting Pilgrims the right to the land at Plymouth, the real reason for the first Thanksgiving. What did the Europeans give in return?

Within 20 years, European disease and treachery had decimated the Wampanoags. Most diseases then came from animals that Europeans had domesticated. Cowpox from cows led to smallpox, one of the great killers of our people, spread through gifts of blankets used by infected Europeans. Some estimate that diseases accounted for a death toll reaching 90 percent in some Native American communities.

By 1623, Mather the elder, a Pilgrim leader, was giving thanks to his God for destroying the heathen savages to make way “for a better growth,” meaning his people.

In stories told by the Dakota people, an evil person always keeps his or her heart in a secret place separate from the body. The hero must find that secret place and destroy the heart in order to stop the evil.

I see, in the “First Thanksgiving” story, a hidden Pilgrim heart. The story of that heart is the real tale than needs to be told. What did it hold? Bigotry, hatred, greed, self-righteousness? We have seen the evil that it caused in the 350 years since.

Genocide, environmental devastation, poverty, world wars, racism. Where is the hero who will destroy that heart of evil? I believe it must be each of us.

Indeed, when I give thanks this coming Thanksgiving Day and I cook my native food, I will be thinking of this hidden heart and how my ancestors survived the evil it caused.

Because if we can survive, with our ability to share and to give intact, then the evil and the good will that met that Thanksgiving Day in the land of the Wampanoag will have come full circle. And the healing can begin.

Jacqueline Keeler is a member of the Dineh Nation and the Yankton Dakota Sioux. Her work has appeared in Winds of Change, an American Indian Journal.

So, let us all give thanks, on this wonderful day of Thanksgiving. Let’s be thankful that those first Originals” didn’t have guns. Let’s be thankful that they didn’t just kill off all of the Pilgrim Settlers and go back home with a bunch of scalps in their pouch. Let’s be thankful that the “Originals” DID teach those thankful pilgrims how to farm, i.e., how to successfully grow the foods that we take for granted today.

Let’s just be really thankful. That’s called progress, “Land of the Pilgrim’s pride”, all part of the evolution of our species and planet. AMEN. God bless America, and can you pass the mashed potatoes please.

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

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We all have experienced a recurring dream or dreams. Sometimes our dreams seem so real to us, it’s like living in that moment, almost like you are in a movie. The good karma dreams can be fun, and at the same time, just as weird as the not so good karma dreams, or nightmares.

Some of us who have lived a few years, have had a recurring dream that goes all the way back to a REAL incident or stage, or age in our life. Like for me recently. It came to mind a funny recurring dream that goes back to something I used to do when I was around five years old, only in the dream, there is a slight modification to the actual event or story.

First I’ll tell you the real story, or experience that has stayed with me for 63 years. As a young child growing up on a farm, there were so many things to do, especially in the summer time. All the normal things kids do at five years old, go fishing, build forts out of hay bales in the barn (upstairs), play Cowboys and Indians, chores, like pulling weeds in the garden.

Our garden wasn’t this tiny suburban back yard kind of garden, it was a full acre of land, planted with a lot of different shit. So, anyway, besides all the chores like feeding the chickens and ducks, in the summer, you still had a lot of time on your hands, for things like, pretending to be a SUPER HERO, like Superman.

Which leads me to the activity that stayed with me all my life in the form of this funny dream sequence. On either side of the house, and behind the barn, we had fields that were previously used as grazing land for dairy cows and several horses. This land had not seen a cow or a horse for quite a few years. What we called a “Cow Pie”, cow shit, was fairly abundant, more so than the horseshit. A Cow Pie is green when it’s really just-crapped fresh. It cannot be picked up in one solid piece, I know, from the first time I tried to pick up a fresh one over at Jerry’s place.

When it has sat there untouched for a very long time, it sorta looks like a 12″ diameter, gray, miniature flying saucer sitting on the ground. That’s how Cow shit looks after dropping five feet from the cow’s anus, and it does “age” over time, turning from grass-fed shitty green, to alien gray-skinned gray.

Completely different look from a “Horse Turd”, yes, we called the horses doodoo, turds, almost round, slightly larger than a softball, “depending of course on the size of the horse”. Hey! That rhymes, hahahahaha.

So imagine, if you will, you are five years old, it’s Saturday and you just finished mowing your three acres of lawn. All your chores are done, so you run off towards the pasture, hop the barbed wire fence, and suddenly, you have become a………Wait for it……..SUPER HERO, able to leap over the tallest buildings (cow Pies and horse turds) in a single bound.

Now, the cow Pies that were gray, we’re sometimes quite deceiving. Although alien spacecraft gray was the color of really ancient Pies, if your foot accidentally landed on top of a “not as old as you thought it was”, cow pie, you actually broke through the “crust” and ended up with old, but still squishy dark green (grass-fed) cow shit on your tennis shoes.

Mind you, most of the gray ones were like petrified, they were so old. Completely solid, dried out, safe to pick up and throw like an Olympic Discus thrower, (besides being a super hero, I also was an Olympics Discus thrower with 20 gold medals).

My friends and I had played that same imaginary super hero game many times in active grazing fields, like at Jerry’s place or Warrens, just for the suspense. The cow pies were fresh, and the cows looked at us like we were crazy.

Anyway, back to leaping tall buildings with a single bound. For a five year old kid, I had a wonderful imagination, which most kids do. As I was running and leaping, it FELT like I was traveling through the air hundreds of feet with each leap.

In reality, I was only leaping four or five feet each time with every jump. Now, putting that real activity in to a dream perspective. Imagine my dream, like the one I just had, I’m still five years old, but in my dream, I am REALLY leaping hundreds of feet in the air, and landing hundreds of feet away with each stride and leap forward.

In my dream, I HAVE super powers, that I only pretended I had when I was a kid. In my dream, I can actually fly. In my dream, I never landed on a single cow pie. In reality when I was a kid, I walked in the kitchen door many times with cow shit on both shoes, in spite of how hard I tried to scrape it off.

Did I suffer from Hypo-mania when I was a child? No, I don’t think so. Did I have a good imagination? Yes, just as good as any other kid, although I must say, I was a more enthused Cowboy than I was Indian. Am I currently having a Hypo-mania episode? Yes, maybe, but I don’t care.

I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, and because I do suffer from Hypo-mania, I think this little short story is magnificent. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

What do you think of when you are masturbating? Let’s break this down a little. If you are a woman, do you think of your next door neighbor? If you are a man, do you think of your next door neighbor too?

Let’s break this down even further. If you are a Republican woman, or man for that matter, when you are spanking the monkey, do you think of Donald Trump? If you are a Democrat, do you think of Bernie, or Hillary?

Just a wee bit further in this breakdown. If you are a red necked tattooed greasy haired farmer, male or female, does the very thought of getting a brand new pick-up truck make you Cum all over the Hay Bale?

And, last but not least, if you are a gun toting fully loaded dude that hates all other races besides white, what do you think of when you are masturbating?

Let us allow the audience to answer this one, so in three words or less, what’s the answer?

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One sperm, swimming vigorously upstream in the glob, says to the other sperm swimming just as desperately, “Did you see the look on her face?”…..The other sperm, annoyed by the question responds back, “Not really, I was too busy being ejaculated to notice”. Yet another sperm looks over at the other two as they are now dripping down her left cheek and says ,  “Ahhhh, so that’s why they call it a Facial”.

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My opinion: My opinions stated here are NOT necessarily in agreement with the overall thoughts and opinions of all the war mongering assholes that benefit from the Military/Industrial machine that our politicians and the richest Mother xxxxxxxxx have created over the last three or four generations.

Think about it for a minute. Revolutionary War? Yeah, that one was necessary. Civil War? Maybe. It was good to free people from slavery, but the racist, bigoted attitudes and culture that remained after the fighting was over, sure hung in there for a good hundred years or so. World War One? Yeah, I guess so, we had to get involved, as a follower in that one. World War Two? Okay, there was this dude named Adolf Hitler, AND the Japanese DID attack Pearl Harbor.

Now here’s where we begin to go a little bonkers. Korean War. Nahhhhhhh, We had just experienced what happened as the result of WW2, AND the Military/Industrial machine/complex was realizing that war………created ………. wait for it…………MONEY!!

So, what do we do, we “defend” South Korea from being taken over militarily by North Korea. One could argue that that war was OK too, especially all the primary owners of stock in the…………Wait for it………..Military/Industrial War Machine.

Vietnam War. By this time, there was absolutely NO good reason to be there in the first place. Sure, again, the war mongers sell us on the story of defending South Vietnam from North Vietnam and communism. The French had failed in their colonization attempt. Another fact rarely discussed, the fact that the american oil interests had thought that there were vast offshore oil reserves off the coast of Vietnam. What better reason to send 2 point 7 million of america’s youth to war, with 58,148 returning in body bags, (304,000 were wounded). 75,000 of our young soldiers was severely wounded. Thanks Standard Oil. Where are they (Vietnam) today? I understand that it has become quite the vacation destination.

By the end of the Vietnam War, the greedy assholes that were in control of this great war machine called the United States of America, we’re used to making billions of dollars and America became good at KILLING PEOPLE. As George Carlin said, “We’re good at killing lots of………Wait for it……….BROWN PEOPLE!

Sure, we deterred the Communist Soviet Union to the point of falling apart at the seams. And heaven forbid what God would think if we didn’t give billions to Israel. We started that whole fucking mess in the Middle East when we first started drilling for oil. Ask ARAMCO, which stands for, “Arabian American Oil Company”. Ask STANDARD OIL OF NEW JERSEY (later known as Exxon), TEXACO, and Socony Vacuum (later known as Mobil).

These were the first american companies to succeed where the French and the British just dabbled. These first U. S. OWNED AND CONTROLLED Oil companies (think Rockefeller for one), were the first to successfully get involved with the Saudi Arabian Monarch in extracting the petroleum out of the earth!

To balance the region out, we invested heavily in the war machine of Israel. I guess that’s a good move, if you are a fucking war mongering asswipe, and you want to keep the Arabs in check, and you want to ignore an entire people like the Palestinians. We gave the Arabs LOTS of money, and helped move them out of their Bedouin tents, and into the 20th century. We helped build THEIR war machine too. Go figure.

Now, we are the most powerful country in the world, with the biggest military/industrial war machine on the planet, and we have been lobotomizing our own people into believing that we are “Defending” OUR country, our land, our freedom, and I say, BULLSHIT!

Had we spent all the trillions of dollars on figuring out a way to live in peace with the rest of the planet, I think we could have succeeded. Of course, dictators had to go, like Saddam Hussein, but I would have just sent in a SEAL TEAM. In other words, if you are going to practice what is known as “Regime Change”, that’s okay, just get it done quickly.

I’m not so sure why Saddam was bad enough to go to war with, but not bad enough for a single bullet between the eyes. Hitler, yes.

Think about it folks, how many billions, not trillions do you think it would take to make Putin happy enough to declare himself a citizen of the United States of America, as we take Russia in as, I don’t know, 45 new states? Try to guess what our elections would be if that were the case? (funny thought)

Point is, you throw a party, i.e., put several trillion tons of Gold on the table, and guess what? Putin, and everyone else in the world would join us in abolishing war, hunger, and all kinds of negative shit.

If you haven’t already guessed by now, especially during this election cycle, it doesn’t fucking matter who becomes the next POTUS. The people at the top are even blindsided by their own stupidity and greed. This is ALL part of the evolution of our species on this planet. If some dude comes to your town healing the sick and raising the dead, I say vote for him.

As an Optimist and a Futurist, I believe we will find peace eventually. That’s why I posted last night’s post regarding war, and the stupidity of sending our children and grandchildren to war. It is beyond stupid, it’s insane, give yourself a Lobotomy.

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,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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Some immediate needs. On a volunteer basis for now, we need a WEBMASTER who can work on the ITAD-NAO website, we need a person skilled in “Crowd-Funding” and “Director of Charitable Giving”, we need an attorney to help in the legal matters for ITAD_NAO, including setting us up as a tax-exempt “Church”, we need a Certified CPA to insure the financial integrity of the ITAD-NAO organization, we need a “Chief of Security”, we need a film-maker, first for YouTube, eventually for larger platforms, plus a few other positions. We believe that somewhere down the road, a Billionaire will step up to the plate and write a check for $50 Million or so, which will turn those volunteer positions into paid positions.

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LET’S STOP KILLING EACH OTHER

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AND OUR CHILDREN CERTAINLY SHOULD NOT END UP AS…….WAIT FOR IT………INNOCENT VICTIMS LIKE THESE CHILDREN HERE…..THINK ABOUT IT!

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