“When I’m elected POTUS……….”

When I get elected, I’m switching out Air Force One. I’m opting for a Stealth Fighter. I don’t need to carry around a bunch of staff and press people. They can still take the old plane. Give me the best TOP GUN pilot there is. We will get to our destination every time, safely, and very quickly. Oh, and yes, I already have my own coffee mug, got it from my buddy Obama the last time I flew with him on Air Force One. Just give me a box of “Sushi to go”, I’ll be happy. Hahahahahaha!

 

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IF YOU REALLY THINK ABOUT IT

Our species has reached an inglorious stage in our evolution. Mankind has always warred with each other over one thing and another, mostly religion. Worldwide, mankind has managed to reach a point of spending Trillions and Trillions of dollars every year on the infrastructure of war, what we call the “War Machine”. Think about it. The HUGE amount of worldwide spending on weapons, and use of those weapons, to kill others of our own species.

Less than 1% of those Trillions are spent on humanitarian causes, or any other causes for that matter. Do the math. What does that say to us as a species? We are our own worst enemy. Other animal, plant and ocean species are being killed off by our selfishness, and we are doing a fairly good job at killing off each other.

Think about what our world would be like if we spent those Trillions of dollars on humanitarian causes, like feeding the hungry, giving water to the thirsty, giving shelter to those less fortunate, curing diseases, building and rebuilding infrastructure. Peace? Anyway, I hope you get the point. I believe we CAN overcome ourselves, in spite of ourselves. We have to start somewhere. Where do we start? Knowledge. Spread the Good Karma. Love one another.

I am an optimist. I believe that as a species, we are about to face a fork in the road of our evolution. I believe that we will take the right path that leads us to a better world, with no war machines, with no more wars, a better life for all.

What is our society coming to that we have a person like Trump as the official Republican nominee for POTUS? And, the polls are so close, it’s crazy. It’s as crazy as me thinking that people are going to “write” my name in on voting day. I can understand why Hillary is running. She’s been a politician most of her life.

The day she left the White House with Bill way back on January 20th, 2001, she said, “One day, someday, this will be my office, and I’ll have my own little Intern under the desk, hahahaha!”…..On the other hand, Trump has been and probably still is, a huge asshole.

You don’t have to be a career politician to run this country! You don’t have to be a television star/businessman to run this country either!

You do have to have “Good” Karma and common sense. ANYONE, I repeat ANYONE, with Good Karma and common sense can gather together a team of like (good karma) people with the right skills to not only run this country, but to also insure that we can, as a species, help the rest of the world strive for peace for all of mankind. Think about it.

We all know what “Branding” is. Coca-Cola, Wheaties, Trump. The use of the name “Kleenex”. Think about politics described as an aircraft, it’s “Left Wing”, “Right Wing”, and both wings are full of gas (shit). I suppose the “Libertarians” are another part of the plane, like the tail-end, the “Green” candidates are like the brakes or whatever. “Redneck Racist Bigots” (and KKK), are another part of the plane, like the toilets (filled with shit). “Black Lives Matter” and ALL groups opposing racial injustice is another section of the plane, like the lighted aisle-ways and overhead storage bins. The average non-prejudiced dudes like myself, we might be the “Fasten Your Seat-belt Signs”…………..

AND for the last eight years, a black dude (Obama) was the first African-American to pilot our plane we call the USA. Obama did a good job piloting our “plane” for the past eight years, in spite of the fact that this plane needed some work done to it to keep it flying. In fact, the last pilot, Bush, left this plane in pretty bad shape.

Folks, more work needs to be done to keep this plane from crashing into the side of some mountain. As a dude who is interested, and concerned about our planet Earth, and the evolution of our species, I hereby ask for your write-in vote on election day. I am confident that I can pilot the USA on to a brighter future for us and future generations.

Oh, and here’s a random photo of someone running for public office who has a very loose sphincter muscle for lips.

 

One “Funny Face” away from the “Funny Farm, and that’s “Funny as Hell”

When you hear someone say, “THAT WAS FUNNY AS HELL”, or, “IT’S FUNNY AS HELL, AS WELL”.   Is Hell supposed to be funny? Think about it. What’s the oxymoron of it? “IT’S SAD AS HEAVEN”???? Tough question.

The way I used it in a sentence tonight made me ponder…..In a text message to my son I said, “Tonight’s post just might be one of the best posts that I’ve ever written, plus, it’s funny as Hell, as well”.

I tried to look this phrase up tonight, and I defy my friends and readers to find the origin of that phrase. My guess is that it was a popular phrase used in sermons long ago, like, “So you think a monkey trying to masturbate while riding on the back of a Donkey is funny? It’s funny as hell!!”, the priest says.

The preachers are saying, that Hell is NOT funny at all, it’s a dreadful place to go if you spank your monkey in the boy’s bathroom at school, (or you are caught spanking some other boy’s monkey).

Or, the preacher was sermonizing on the evils of adultery and fornication, “You think it’s funny that I caught my wife fucking Dorny Osmont? It’s funny as Hell, my children, let us pray”.

Quietly, the pastor really is thinking, and smiling to himself.  He had been spanking his own monkey for years because his wife no longer loved him, and he was trying to find an excuse to leave the tub-o-lard anyway.

We all may be just one “FUNNY FACE” away from the “FUNNY FARM”, and I think that’s “FUNNY AS HELL”……

I actually wrote part of this in my sleep, and was able to remember, and write those thoughts down when I woke up this morning, and I think that is…………..Wait for it………..Funny as Hell!

So, the next time you are with your friends, and you see something really funny, say the words, “NOW, THAT’S FUNNY AS HELL!!”, then think about the origin of those words. I can guarantee you it WILL start a great conversation, cannabis or no cannabis.

What is our society coming to that we have a person like Trump as the official Republican nominee for POTUS? And, the polls are so close, it’s crazy. It’s as crazy as me thinking that people are going to “write” my name in on voting day. I can understand why Hillary is running. She’s been a politician most of her life.

The day she left the White House with Bill January 20th, 2001, she said, “One day, someday, this will be my office, and I’ll have my own little Intern under the desk, hahahaha!”…..On the other hand, Trump has been and probably still is, a huge asshole.

You don’t have to be a career politician to run this country! You don’t have to be a television star/businessman to run this country either!

You do have to have “Good” Karma and common sense. ANYONE, I repeat ANYONE, with Good Karma and common sense can gather together a team of like (good karma) people with the right skills to not only run this country, but to also insure that we can, as a species, help the rest of the world strive for peace for all of mankind. Think about it.

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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    The photos ALONE speak to ALL of mankind, no written words needed in this post

     

     

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    Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness is supposed to be free

    Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness is supposed to be free. Free from politics, free from religion, free from hatred, free from anarchy and bigotry. Whatever your beliefs, if they do not stifle or prevent someone else’s beliefs, or their pursuit of, Life, Liberty, and Happiness, you should be OK.

    Obviously we are talking about the normal, not the abnormal. Mental illness aside, As soon as your NORMAL beliefs prevent other people from enjoying THEIR “Life”, THEIR “Liberty”, and THEIR “PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS”, you have failed the basics of humanity. If your religion persecutes people that worship differently than you do, you have failed the basics of humanity. If your system of government does not allow people their human rights and liberties, it has failed the basic tenants of humanity.

    Our founders envisioned a new, free, nation, under GOD (whatever your beliefs), indivisible, with LIBERTY and JUSTICE for ALL. What do you think was their idea of the “Pursuit of Happiness”? It is absolutely absurd how far we have come as a species. The absurdity is how negative, as well as how positive.

    Landing on the moon and returning to earth (some still think it was filmed on a sound-stage in Hollywood). The eradication of diseases like Polio. And we can still strategically bomb the shit out of some dude with a pilot-less drone. Did they say that it was a strategic air strike? Yes. Was it strategic? Only if you don’t include the thirty or so innocent women and children who also were in the house you vaporized a minute ago, when you pulled the trigger from a couple of thousand miles away.

    The world is full of good people and a few bad apples. I tend to believe that the Rothschild’s, Rockefeller’s and the small handful of families that are in the top 1% of the 1% could be pulling a few strings here and there, but in fact, I think they could care less what is going on in our world. Just don’t try to take away their stockpiles of gold. Why do you think China and Russia are buying tons of gold right now?

    I would like to think that the descendants of the elite will wake up someday and decide to do a Warren Buffet and give their wealth back to ordinary people, in specific ways, like food for the starving, things like clean water, shelter, medicine, etceteras.

    Does it really matter that if on paper, you own a few acres in Kansas, or a few million acres of land in Montana or Zimbabwe? Soon as the real collapse of our societies begins, you better have a massive army to defend your Life, Liberty, and Pursuit of Happiness, Or at least a self-sustaining underground bunker (didn’t work for Adolf Hitler however).

    The elite, if there is such a thing (NWO) has slowly been lobotomizing mankind via the Military/Industrial complex, the Pharmaceutical industry, giants like Monsanto, and extremely clever (and dangerous) propaganda machines feeding us the “News”, (add others here).

    I can’t leave out mankind’s obsession with GOD. As I have mentioned in previous posts, throughout known history, our species has been split among many different religious beliefs, and the greatest of them have conquered and killed millions of opposing religious groups in the name of “Their” God.

    If only the American Indians would have had a few tactical ERW’s (Enhanced Radiation Weapons). Then there are the few that “Lived” non-violent lives, and taught us how to love and respect ALL people, (place names here). The words of love and peace that have remained undistorted throughout our history, are the words all mankind should hope for and live by.

    Whether it’s in a war-ravaged part of the world like Syria or your hometown of Billings, Montana, our goal as a species should be to end all wars, to love all people, to care for each other and to care about our planet. It’s not about the re-distribution of wealth as we know it, it’s about the sharing of ourselves with one another without malice aforethought.

    If you are in a position to give to those less fortunate than you, you will find tremendous satisfaction in doing so. Contribute to our species in positive lasting ways without expectations of reward. You may not be a wealthy person when your body gives up, but you will be a happy person.

    When I’m elected (Pun Intended), I promise a non-invasive, nonsurgical Lobotomy for every man and woman who doesn’t vote for me. “Lobotomidicin” the single pill, single dose alternative for people who really need a Lobotomy, but didn’t know it.

    “Here Billy Bob, take this tiny little pill, it’s HUGE! You will feel GREAT again”, “By the way, see that bus coming this way? That bus will take you to your new town”, “Nahhhhhhh, You don’t need to pack a lunch, I promise”. “Just follow the red line there on the ground, get on the bus, you’ll do fine, say hello to the Donald for me”.

    In other words, look around you, look at where we are as a species, and seriously ask yourselves if this is where we should be at in this place in our history. Is there something you can do about it? Three answers. Yes, no, and maybe, you decide. To be continued………..

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    All we need is ONE filthy-rich donor who doesn’t have his/her head stuck up their ass to fund the itad-nao website, several “Brick & Mortar” locations around the globe, and about 1,000 or so of those para-military dudes. Thank you very much.

    Postscript September 15, 2019

    We sometimes think it is hopeless and against all odds, but hey, we are part of the 99% against the 1% that currently have absolute control. We can defeat the nwo, but only if we truly ORGANIZE. Otherwise, we are all just as a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”. This is about the survival of our species. Some thoughts on possible miracles/solutions can be found on the following GOFUNDME page. Please visit and read this entire GOFUNDME proposal before you make any judgement, comment or decision. If you have questions, suggestions, comments, etcetera, please send me an email or fill out the contact form below. Thank you.  Thank you. Here’s the link:

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      Continuing on with the evolution of our species, “Let’s blow up the whole fucking world while we’re at it!”

      What inspired me tonight was the news article stating that the British have given their pilots permission to shoot down Russian Military aircraft that is being naughty. Not sure if it’s true, but the fact is, these idiots in Russia and Great Britain are discussing it. Want to start World War III? Shoot down the other dudes plane. That is one way of doing it.

      The subject that I most care and write about is the “Evolution” of our species. When I look back, at mankind’s known history, and try to look forward, as a Futurist, it’s obvious that for the last 100 years or so, the military/industrial complex, and the globalists are closer today than they have ever been, to changing the path that we as a species have been on for thousands of years.

      From Sticks and Stones, to Spears, Arrows, to Muskets and Cannons, to Mark 42 Guided Bombs, to Nukes………..Oh, and God loves us! What has history taught us so far? Human’s stuff gets more and more sophisticated, i.e., we can KILL a lot more people at one time, and more precisely, with the weapons we have today versus just 100 years ago.

      The good thing about evolution, and science, especially medical knowledge and science, is how we have found cures for diseases, the knowledge and capability to cut out tumors, transplant living tissue organs, and artificial organs, culminating in an increase in our species lifespans. Talk to one another via cell phone, thousands of miles apart. Land on and return from……..Wait for it………The Moon! Oh, and God loves us!

      Scientists are at this very moment, discussing how we are going to go to Mars. Think about it. We are almost at a fork in the road. We can kill everybody off and kill the planet as well, or……….We can change things. Change minds and hearts. Evolve! Evolve to a higher state of being, JUST by being nice to one another.

      Unfortunately, part of our evolution more than likely will include the cleansing of our planet. I’m not a warmonger, I detest war, but surgical strikes to remove all the bad dudes? I’d vote for that, if we could be precise enough to eliminate them like a cancerous tumor and let the people (flesh around the tumor) live.

      An alternative, and much nastier cleansing might include a really large, final “World War”.  Unfortunately, that type of cleansing WILL remove many of the common peoples along with the dictator dudes. I’m not advocating war, but I would go along with surgically removing all the negative assholes, including some of the assholes right here in the good ole USA. Oh, and God loves us, and wants you to keep your AR-15. If the end justifies the means.

      I am enough of an optimist to believe that what will remain of the human race WILL be a much more intelligent species. Imagine living 200 years from now, in peace, disease free, hunger free, living longer, loving one another. With technology that takes us to other galaxies and back, and recognized by all, as one people, one kind, (human), and one species (earthlings).

      Read between the lines folks. Think about it. Dudes like Putin, Assad, whoever you want to add to the list, the good and the bad however we judge them, they all are participating in this game we call life. Some of them, actually, all of them are completely clueless. If they were of a higher intelligence and heart, they all would be kinder, gentler, more loving, more forgiving, more Gandhi like, less Hitler like.

      So, the end result may, just may, justify some suffering and death for our species. When I say justify, what I am saying is that 200 years from now, our descendants will “Look Back” and be thankful for the sacrifice of innocents in spite of the horrible suffering they had to endure.

      If you took a baby from every corner of the globe, and raised all 100 of them together under a team of parents from all parts of the globe as one big family, underline the word, “Team”, in a non-religious environment, the children and the parents WOULD feel as one big family. There obviously would be some differences to adjudicate when there are arguments, but it would be ONE “Family” as we think of today as a family.

      Interesting thought for the scientists to ponder, the comedy film, “The Jerk” where the white dude, Steve Martin, was adopted and raised in a black family. Pretty funny stuff, but also pretty serious stuff if you read in between the lines.

      Two hundred years from now, who knows what color our skin will be. I don’t care. I have to admit that I do have some Redneck racist relatives that will not agree with my point of view. However, as an Optimist, and Futurist, I really don’t care what color our skin is in the distant future, as long as we evolve into something good, i.e., positive.

      I’ll be happy, for our species. Well, to be specific, I’ll be dead and gone, but I believe that some dude two hundred years from now will read this and say, “WOW! This dude back in 2016 was correct! We did survive. We did choose the correct path, even if we did have a few bumps in the road (Thermonuclear War or Strategic Eliminations)”. Oh, and I seriously don’t think our species will be still waiting for a messiah to come back.

      Our species, and religiosity, has been evolving for thousands of years, from Sun worship, Golden Cows, to hocus pocus magic crap. Two hundred years from now, humans will look back on mankind’s religious phase with fondness, like watching old Mickey Mouse cartoons. If anything “comes back”, for all we know, it might be our distant cousins from Planet Reesespiecesupuranus.

      Postscript. I’m not the only person on the planet that thinks this way. Some of you might think I’m a little, or a lot, crazy, and I am. I’m crazy to love all people. I’m crazy to forgive. I’m crazy to even think that our life on this planet could be better.

      I encourage all of you to get involved with saving our planet, and our species. Climate change IS REAL! Get involved. What is happening to our planet’s inhabitants, of all types including humans, is reversible. Stop the extinction of ALL life, plant and animal.

      To bad the truth based on facts, isn’t something that can easily be shared, like a bowl of rice, or clean drinking water. Even though I paint a semi-gloomy picture, with regards to the possibility of war, etceteras, I think it will be over quickly, and the human race will enter into a new age. Millions dead. Millions alive.

      One last thought related to this. In the meantime, the wealthy WILL spread their financial wealth over a broad spectrum of needs that will benefit mankind and help us evolve. Someone has to fund our growth in science and technology, and our continuing evolution as a species.

      There are people that haven’t been born yet that will invent and create things beyond our wildest imagination. Oh, and God still loves us. The “Giving” will start from the top. Giving that continues to fund education, and medical research, and all the sciences.

      Two hundred years from now, humankind will remember some people. People like Hitler will be a few paragraphs of history, not even a photo, while people like Gandhi, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., and Warren Buffet will be looked upon as visionaries of their time. How do you want to be remembered?

      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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        “Law & Order, Crime & Punishment”, According to all the Rich White Dudes, and…..All the rest of us, of all races, colors and creeds that are tired of being your slaves

        How come we don’t hear more about perverts or pedophiles that are NOT “Christian”. I’m sure there are some, but you never hear about the Atheist or the Muslim perverts, or the Buddhists perverts and pedophiles because they are all alone, and not a pastor or priest of some church. The only Mormon perverts you HEAR about, are those dudes fucking 12 year old girls, on an altar (bed) in the front of their “church”.

        They are out there folks, many in prison (some should be medically institutionalized), and probably just as many of them standing in front of you at the grocery store check-out line. Just the same, there ARE scores of perverts and pedophiles standing in churches all over the world as I write this, waving their hands back and forth, eyes closed, heads lifted up, singing, chanting, speaking in some unknown (but widely mimicked) “Tongue” or “Language.

        Don’t let that friendly young man (who says he’s planning to go to a seminary) standing next to you, babysit little Johnnie. Just saying, we only hear about the “Christian” dudes (church leader dudes) who garner all the publicity when they are caught with a hooker, like Jimmy Swaggart, (what’s wrong with that, really?) or the pastor who is caught on camera, sucking on some other dude’s dick, (really, what’s wrong with that?), if it’s love, so be it.

        Now, we obviously draw the line at perverts and pedophiles. If some dude rapes and kills a child, male OR female, that dude deserves the maximum penalty that we can assess as a society. If he is a priest, and he loves, literally, young boys OR girls in a pedophilic manner, my vote would be to place him with all the non-pastoral pedophile dudes in a mental institution. Let them figure it out from there. Not in a general prison.

        We all know what happens to the perverts and pedophiles in a regular prison. Eventually, some semi-normal dude, that’s only shot three people to death over a package of Twinkies, will stick a shiv in that child Fucker. So be it, but I really think that these perverted and pedophilic tendencies are desires devised out of a mental deficiency or disorder, i.e., it’s not NORMAL.

        So don’t put Father Lenczycki, OR Jose, in a cell with Bubba, who is twice their size, and lost a son in Iraq. You may as well give that pervert or pedophile a knife so he can cut his own throat.  Even if you give the dude a life sentence, please, put him in a mental facility, NOT a prison. Now, if that semi- normal dude happened to choke the shit out of 37 women, and used their skin to make slip covers for his furniture, he’s really NOT semi-normal, is he, he’s fucking nuts! Stick him in the Booby-hatch. That’s what they should have done with Dahmer. He was one CRAZY dude.

        The “Real” prisons should be filled with real criminals, not people caught with some dope. Secondly, “Real” prisons should be paid for, perhaps, with some kind of tax on people making in excess of, pick a number, one million Dollars? After all, it was partially the fault of all the rich fuckers that the poor people have to rob a gas station in order to feed their families.

        Let me splain that a little. Rich Fucker owns a sweat shop in Queens manufacturing women’s bras, time comes when he has to “Lay Off” half of his employees. Mamasita just lost her $7.47 cents per hour job, her flaky husband’s unemployment ran out 2 years ago, and they have six kids, all under 12.

        Jose, who really isn’t a career criminal, happens to be Hispanic, or African American, or WHATEVER, JUST NOT WHITE. He wakes up one morning and says to himself, “Self, I really don’t need a gun to rob the 7-11 down the street”. After all, Lakshay, his pot smoking buddy from India who clerks the store after midnight every night except Thursday, will certainly hand over all the money, right?

        No. Lakshay by the way, even though his name means, “Target”, and in spite of giving you free beers at night when you and a few buddies are smoking a little weed in the back room, feels a little betrayed, so he hits you on the head with a short baseball bat (kiddie size) and KNOCKS YOU OUT! You wake up in the back seat of a police cruiser.

        Your buddy, Lakshay, pretends he doesn’t know you at all, despite all the great Cannabis you have shared with him, and the deep deep discount you gave him on weed, “Officer, I really don’t know him. Yes. He does shop here, but I never thought I would be robbed by him. Yes. I hit him with my little bat”, all this said in an excellent Indian or Pakistani accent.

        Now, Jose, who truly has never committed a robbery in his life, (sold some weed however), is given 15 years and sent to a “Real” prison, where he learns how to be a “Real” criminal. Think about it. That’s how the justice system works in America.

        Those rich fuckers that I mentioned earlier, they never have to worry about having to earn a living, because they OWN the fucking factory, wither it’s a factory making clothes, dish soap, or Cheerios, the rich don’t have the same worries as the working poor. The rich do not have to worry if their son or daughter is caught dealing H or perhaps they just killed three people while driving intoxicated, or your Football hero son just got away with raping an unconscious Co-Ed at a Frat party.

        They have the MONEY for the good attorneys, PLUS they’re WHITE. Go figure. So yes, our entire outlook towards “Crime and Punishment, and our justice system needs an overhaul. Again, the perverts and pedophiles belong in the same nut house you just sent Father William to for fucking little boys.

        What about Jose you ask? Why should you care? Except when he gets out six years later, “rehabilitated”, having learned from the best of them (criminals), goes out a week later, and robs that same 7-11 store, this time by gunpoint, and shoots his old buddy Lakshay in the head with a 12 gauge, sawed-off shotgun, messy, but effective.

        Remember now, that Jose originally wasn’t a bad dude. Lazy? Yes. Criminal? Not really, until he first stepped over the line and got a huge knot on his head as a result of his first robbery attempt. Could Jose have come out of prison, still a good karma dude? Of course. Let’s pretend he did. His 12 year old daughter, Alexandria, is now 18, and pregnant, his wife Angelina still loves him, even though she WAS fucking Jose’s cousin Albert while he was in prison those six years.

        Even in whatever negative situation Jose comes home to, regardless of wither he found Jesus or not, the odds are against him if he’s a nice dude, but still a lazy Fucker. Teach people GOOD skills while they are in prison. How about Bill & Melinda Gates donating towards prison programs that teach people enough for a four-year degree in Information Technology, and a Microsoft Certification?

        Wouldn’t that be cool for all the Jose’s and Jeremiahs, and Johnsons, and……You get the point. Think about it. Don’t just create jobs for America’s main population of jobless. Use prison labor to help repair our roads and infrastructure, some of those “closed” factories might just reopen. Our bridges would be updated, repaired, even rebuilt. Our transportation systems would be reconstructed. And above all, while doing all this, our prison populations will be reduced, and crime will be reduced.

        More and more people will be back to work. Poverty, hunger, all the things we despise as a human species, will be reduced dramatically. Back to the perverts and pedophiles, stick them in a Mental Hospital environment, NOT a prison. More than likely, for the “Real” crazies, they can never really adjust to society, so leave the really incurable crazies, perverts and pedophiles hospitalized.

        Think about it. More jobs. Train the Bubba’s to be guards, AND therapists. Imagine if you will, a dude who really is a good karma dude, but made a mistake and served six years in San Quentin. Under my system, he has now re-entered society as a guard AND a licensed therapist for the perverts and crazies at the local Booby-hatch.

        There is much to be done, with so many things in our societies and cultures, can we lead the world in making positive changes to benefit ALL mankind? YES. Just my thoughts tonight, inspired by another persons post on Facebook. Part of my ongoing series about the evolution of our species.

        Strain: Bubbadust 2,  harvested September 12, 2016

        P. S. Again: I felt it was important for people to read this particular comment from Stephen Waters on Facebook. This is what my blog is all about folks, sharing opinions, thoughts, brain farts, and especially comments like the following

        Stephen Waters Interesting read. I love your narrative writing style. It’s just descriptive enough to take you there. I fully agree with therapy for pedophiles, studies indicate their attraction to children may have a biological basis and trauma sourced Origin. I also think every person that goes to prison should earn a college degree including people that will never leave prison. Learning does incredibly good things to both how the brain functions and the student’s outlook on life. Unfortunately many people do earn degrees in prison, some rather advanced, and still can’t find employment because of the stigma having served time carries. But instead of making them prison guards, make them paralegals and attorneys. Could you imagine how drastically different our legal system would be if most lawyers and even some judges were veterans of the big house? They would truly understand what rehabilitation is all about in America. Keep writing! Too many people accept what they cannot change when they should be changing what they cannot accept. Note October 2018: Thank you Stephen, wherever you now are, be at Peace. Stephen passed on some time after he had made this comment. I didn’t stay in touch with him because farcecrap had deleted my original profile/page back in August of 2018 (along with my “Friend’s List”).  If you click on his name/link above it will take you to a “Memorial” page.

        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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          “Popsicle Ed frozen till dead”, “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray………….”and “Tent reading my Mad Magazine”

          As a young child, five, Six years old, I’m surprised that I didn’t  suffocate to death in my sleep. When Mommy tucked me in at night, and we said that age-old children’s prayer, once the lights were turned off and Mommy had closed my bedroom door, I always did a little “Tent” reading. Flashlight, comic book,  and my blanket pulled over my upright knees, and my “tent” held in place by inserting the top end of my blankie under the back of my head.

          Perfect! I actually thought that nobody would know that I was reading. Mom would come check on me after watching the  Ed Sullivan Show or whatever. I would hear my bedroom door creaking open, and she would say, “It’s getting late now Tommy, turn the flashlight off, and go to sleep”.

          Mom only occasionally said this, because I could remember many other times that I would hear my door creak open, then creak shut, without a word being said.

          I’m guessing now that I look back and think about it, that my step-father was the one who allowed me to live in the fantasy land of reading a Superman comic with a flashlight, with the covers pulled over my tent knees and held tight by my tent stake noggin.

          I used the “Tent” method for reading for quite a few years, until one day, I just thought, “Fuck it!” I don’t need the blanket tent anymore. Too bad I was reading Comic books instead of Homer’s Odyssey, Shakespeare, or History of the World Part One. Okay, maybe the Bible also would have been more nourishing than Batman eats Robin’s Shorts, part 12.

          This gets us to the main part of the story. Once the flashlight was turned off, and I put my legs down in a sleeping position, I ALWAYS kept my head covered until I fell asleep. I always woke up with part of my head “uncovered”, the part that does the breathing when you are sleeping, i.e., head still covered, mouth and nose exposed to the Boogeyman. I never suffocated, and I was never eaten by the Boogeyman. Hahahahaha. Go figure.

          Fear makes you see strange shit at night, only at night. You can have the crap scared out of you during the day, hence the phrase, “That scared the living daylights outa me!”, but you more than likely are not seeing a Boogeyman. Perhaps a scary monster on TV, or the giant man-eating ants from the 1954 movie “Them” at the movie theater.

          As a young child, the “Demons” in OUR house were my fear brought on by a crazy dude, my step-father, who had suffered horrendous things during World War Two. As a child, I had little to no understanding what Dad had gone through, or why he was struggling to maintain some form of sanity.

          As I have written about before, my childhood wasn’t just one of living in poor circumstances or a bad part of town. We lived on a farm. I didn’t grow up with a Crack whore or prostitute for a mother. My mother was a kind soul, giving and loving towards other people. She just didn’t live long enough in my humble opinion.

          My step-father? He was fucked up crazy as they come. One of the absolute turning points in my life wasn’t “learning” how to forgive him, it was just plain and simple, forgiving him…………..With no undue expectations on my part. I simply forgave him, for being responsible for ending my mother’s life.

          Now this brings me to the religiosity hocus pocus part of my story. As a child who was so afraid to go to sleep at night, that I felt “protected” by covering up my head when “I lay me down to sleep”……What scared the hell out of me, was not Ed’s demons. He certainly was fucked up, but demons didn’t do that to him, the fucking Nazi’s did that to him.

          My mother and I? We were just as much victims of World War Two as he was, and I was born AFTER the war, in 1948. My mother knew, somewhat, what Ed was struggling with, but in the end, she just was not able to help him. No one was. Not even the idiot doctors who gave him shock treatments from time to time.

          When Ed died, I wrote about this before, he didn’t go to Hell, as many good Christians would believe, he simply DIED, froze to death. The Riverside County Coroner said when they brought Ed’s body in, he was frozen solid, like a fucking ice cube. Folks, he just died, drunk, and slowly froze. That’s it.

          He suffered from what we now call PTSD. You can only imagine what the Nazi’s did to him during three years of captivity. Did I use to wish that he would eventually go to Hell? Of course, that’s what I was taught in Sunday School. Bad people go to Hell.

          The simple, surprising act of forgiving my step-father changed my life in a wondrously positive way. Do I think he went to Hell? NO! Looking back on my real father’s life, he also was a victim who lived his “Hell on Earth”. As a homeless, “Sleep under Cardboard” wino/bum, whatever you want to call him, he was a true alcoholic.

          When he was on a binge, which lasted for weeks, even months at a time, he saw his own demons, you know the “Rat’s crawling on the Ceiling” shit, along with a few pink elephants or two. My mother really didn’t have a choice when she divorced Harold.

          She made a bad choice when she hooked up with Ed though. So, as I now perceive life,  these two dudes whose lives had an obvious influence on my life, didn’t go to hell, they were just as much victims as anyone else could be. Where did they go? They died. That’s it. They did live what we could call, “Hell on Earth”, they just didn’t get the help they so desperately needed.

          Being able to simply forgive my step-father was a miracle for me. What I try to write about now, are these experiences and the positive things I learned, like forgiveness, that helped in changing MY life, and my spirit, if you can get my gist.

          Ed’s story alone will make a great film someday. A dude that risked his life every day, as a U. S. spy behind enemy lines. A dude that was tortured by the enemy, and carried his experience back home with him when the war was over.

          Think about it. My real father’s disease, alcoholism, was also because of war related trauma, only he became the lowest form of alcoholic there is, a “Gutter Drinker”.

          Today, there are thousands of individuals walking among us with PTSD, and other mental disorders, some brought on by the horrors of war, some conditions, life long illnesses. We incarcerate many of these people, when they should be helped in a medical or clinical setting.

          Institutional settings? Yes, for some, that’s what they need. If they are suffering from ANY mental disorder or disease that makes them a threat to themselves, or others, or they are simply living their own version of “Hell on Earth”, they need professional care, not loose change handed out of the window of your vehicle.

          There ARE good people that volunteer their time and energy at shelters and so on, and they deserve every bit of thanks AND support that we, as fellow citizens can give them. I woke up in the middle of the night with these thoughts, I sincerely hope that people will get something positive from this post.

          If you know someone, a family member, a friend of a friend, that is suffering from PTSD or some other mental condition or illness, find out what you can do to help that person live a good life NOW, while they are still alive. Speak to a professional. Find out what you can do.

          If you are a Bill Gates type, direct some of your fortune to helping these people. Help fund further education and solutions to these issues. Shelters for the homeless are one thing, shelters for the homeless that also suffer from a wide range of mental issues, that’s a whole different ball game.

          For those of you that are suffering from PTSD specifically, don’t fight that battle alone. Seek help, through what ever means you can. Start writing down your thoughts, and share those thoughts, with your spouses, your children if they are old enough, and with whomever you see on a professional basis.

          I am just beginning to understand and appreciate the good things in my life, and how I can pass along some good karma, rather than bad karma. Keep in mind, that regardless of what your spiritual or religious beliefs are, you CAN live a good life while you are here, in spite of the fact that you believe in a place called Heaven.

          You don’t have to believe the “Hell Fire & Damnation” crap that have stirred up your fears all your life. How can you believe that you are going to Hell if you live your life filled with love and forgiveness towards other people, while you are still among the living?

          If you decide that for you, you want to continue to believe the way you do believe, that’s okay, just don’t be a hypocrite at the same time. It was hard to do, but I have forgiven the hypocrites in my life. Pass along good karma, reject the bad karma. Love one another. Peace, abide.

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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,

          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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            “Here kitty kitty kitty”………… “Where’s my sister you big asshole?”

            And now, a short story. In the small town of Golden Hairball, Oklahoma, there’s an old museum. In a bullet-proof glass case, in the center of the main entrance lobby, sits a very strange, yet very interesting object. This object is called, “Golden Hairball and Silver Needle”. When you push the play button the lights in the case flare up, as the song, “Silver Thread and Golden Needles, cannot mend this heart of mine”, as sung by Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn, and Tammy Wynette, starts playing.

            As the story goes, this Golden Hairball and Silver Needle were supposedly used to sew together the pieces of human skin that made up the underwear/diaper of the great God Pandorkio , who descended from Elk River in Minnesota on a flying rabbi’s foot.

            The elders of Golden Hairball, Oklahoma, those who had lived there all their life, some for more than eighty years, all say the same thing, that the museum centerpiece, the Golden Hairball the town was named after, had been there before them, and before their great-grandmother’s great-grandmothers, grandfather’s mother.

            Whose skin was it, and where did the Golden Hairball come from? Of course the human skin part was just an old wives tale, since no one had ever seen the underwear/diaper that was supposed to have been worn by the dude called Pandorkio. The hairball was intriguing however. It sure looked like real 24K gold. Really thin hair, but a huge hairball looking ball of it, about two feet in diameter, and glistening gold.

            Did some ancient culture spin that hairball material into thread or yarn? Imagine having a pair of socks knitted out of this stuff. Shit! Imagine if these ancient people really did think some dude was a god, but he shit his pants all the time, so they made him the underwear/diaper out of human sacrificed skin (just the buttocks skin) sewing it together with the Golden Thread, made from the Golden Hairball, using that particular, magical Silver Needle?

            What’s with the Dolly, Loretta and Tammy shit? Perfect! I couldn’t have come up with a better song.  I’m sure they were laughing as hard as I am right now when they thought of it. Hahahahaha. I actually own, the world’s ONLY Golden hairball, which I will someday take a photo of, and put on my blog site, under “Credentials”. Along with my Doctorate of Dudeology and my Ordination Certificate from “The Church of the Later Day Dude”.

            I’ve seen some strange shit before, but this Golden Hairball and Silver Needle, in Golden Hairball, Oklahoma takes the Blue Ribbon, that’s for sure. Back in the day, I wonder how the individual or individuals, assigned the task of washing Pandorkio’s underwear, got the stains out. The ancient ones didn’t have Clorox Bleach in those days.

            Anyway, if you happen to be traveling through Oklahoma, stop off of County Road 18 in Washita County and drive north on Highway 7 until you get to the town of Golden Hairball. Tell them I sent you, and you’ll get a free cat, including the cat’s hairballs, when you visit the museum.

            Now today’s thoughts on sphincter muscle usage. You have to pass a very stringent “Sphincter Muscle” test when training to become an Astronaut. Think about it. In space, you are weightless, including that turd that you are struggling to pinch off with no gravity assist. If you can successfully pinch one off in a simulated gravity-less environment, you are good to go, to space that is.

            Plus, the Space Toilet has a suction action to it to help you when you are pinching one off, and also to prevent that six inch turd from floating back out of the toilet when you stand up. I suppose you could try to play “Outer Space” ping-pong with a little turd, after all, there’s no gravity (it would have to be a semi-hard turd however). Where does all the crap go when they flush? Does it just float around in space forever? No, they bring it back to Earth in a bag, go figure. Curious. Do Astronauts masturbate in space? Do they save their sperm when they cum? For scientific research of course.

            For all of the patriots out there. I have nothing but awe and respect for the men and women of our armed forces. We all appreciate your sacrifices you have made, and continue to make for our great nation.

            But, and this is a BIG BUT, if you are currently serving in a war zone, or any zone for that matter, and you get a kick out of throwing little kittens or puppies in the air for target practice, you are a seriously fucked up asshole.

            In other words, “You are NOT, a Moon Crater”. Think about how fucked up you are dude, and seek help. Yes folks, there are SOME serving our country that are bat-shit fucking crazy.

            That’s why I’m against war in general, and think that as humans, we are going through a very tough phase in our evolution.

            Most of us dream of a world free from war and violence, starvation and neglect, hoping that one day, someone will wave a magic wand, or descend from the sky, and make our lives pure and innocent. The truth is, you can do that now, by giving YOUR good karma an opportunity to prove the world IS worth loving and caring for one another, and NOT throwing that kitten in the air and pulling the trigger.

            Hate, Bigotry, Prejudice, Selfishness, Unforgiveness and overall Evil, are all in the Bad Karma camp. Think about it. Practice the opposite every day. Let the Good Karma become part of your life.

             

            I’m not talking about mankind’s concepts, philosophies, and practice of religions, to each his or her own, and all their combined rituals. No matter how religious and pious you are, if you still have an ounce of bad karma left in you, you are still one fucked up dude or dudette.

            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

            ITAD-NAO Home

            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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              “The Creature from the Black Lagoon”, and instead of Tupperware parties, how about………Wait for it……… “BongDong” parties, Hahahahahahaha

              Continue reading “The Creature from the Black Lagoon”, and instead of Tupperware parties, how about………Wait for it……… “BongDong” parties, Hahahahahahaha

              “Out of sight, out of mind?, No. Out of sight, out of your fucking mind!”, or “You’ve got to be kidding me, you didn’t fucking know what Aleppo is?”, and “Doc, why do I have this sudden urge to fuck my Refrigerator?”

              A post for people who have lost memories, forgotten healthy patterns in their life, and things we call, Executive Management Skills, due to a stroke or major brain trauma. EMS, “Executive Management Skills” is a term first used by my shrink during my first session with her. It includes simple things, as well as major things in your life.

              Simple things like, vacuuming your carpet, or washing the dishes. If you have had a traumatic brain injury or a stroke, and you are going through the recovery and healing process, and you haven’t seen a shrink, I highly recommend that you give it a whirl. It has had a tremendously positive effect on me as I continue to recover from my stroke (July 2015).

              I can say that I have probably needed therapy for years, regardless of having three strokes. At 68 years young, I’m finally seeing a shrink. Good thing. It’s extremely important for you, if you decide to “talk” to a therapist,  to find the right kind, and find the therapist that you recognize, is helping you with your issues, whatever those issues might be.

              My first “Session” was a huge mistake. The doctor was just a pill pusher, even though he did have a “couch” in his office. I had my suspicions as I sat in the lobby waiting area along with 20 other “patients”. The average “session” seemed to be lasting about two minutes, as “patients” were getting called in to see the “Doctor”, (to get their prescriptions refilled).

              When it was my turn, I sat on the couch, and within a minute, the “Doc” was writing me a prescription, explaining, “Oh, I don’t do “Talk” therapy. I’m not here to tell you how crazy you are, but I will give you a prescription for some Valium or Xanax, if you need some”. I said no thanks. I already get my prescriptions from my PCP (Primary Care Physician). I think I was in his office for less than two minutes.

              Yes, he was a MD doctor, specializing in psychiatry. He was NOT a therapist  (shrink). I looked for two more months to find a therapist that was covered by my Medicare. I am so glad that I found Dr. Pawtucket. Not only is my one hour a week with her covered by my Medicare and supplemental health insurance coverage, she really is helping me.

              So, yes, find someone that DOES talk therapy, and you know is helping you. If at first you don’t succeed, try another therapist, i.e., if you just don’t like him or her, seek out or ask for another therapist.

              During my first session, Dr. Pawtucket, mentioned that some people DO have strokes in the area of the brain that is responsible for what she called, our EMS, the part of the brain generally known as the decision making portion. In a second I will explain mine.

              A little commercial here. For my readers who have PTSD, or have had a major traumatic brain injury or stroke. I DO NOT smoke weed to get “High”, I use Cannabis because it really does have therapeutic qualities and outcome for me.

              I had a stroke in late July of 2015. In my MRI (Magnetic Resonance Imaging) results, the good doctors at the Mayo Clinic in Phoenix discovered two previously undetected strokes.

              Fuck undetected. I remember the second stroke. This discovery was just a month or two PAST the Minnesota Statute of Limitations for that type of medical malpractice lawsuit.

              I remember that previous, second stroke, because the emergency room doctor ordered a “Cat Scan” (Computed Tomography, fancy x-rays) NOT a MRI. After looking at the results, the doctor discharged me, sending me home, with a “Really Bad Migraine”. Duuuuuuuu! Had they done an MRI, they would have potentially found the “Infarction”, cerebral stroke in other words.

              Had they discovered that second stroke, perhaps they would have started me on a regimen of blood thinners or other methods or medicine to prevent the stroke I had last year. Yes, I would have had good cause for a lawsuit against that hospital, and that doctor.

              A cerebral infarction is the ischemic kind of stroke due to a disturbance in the blood vessels supplying blood to the brain. It can be atherothrombotic or embolic. Stroke caused by cerebral infarction should be distinguished from two other kinds of stroke: cerebral hemorrhage and subarachnoid hemorrhage. Cerebral infarctions vary in their severity with one third of the cases resulting in death.

               

              Back to my symptoms. For the past couple of months, I have been rediscovering little things, and big things, that the last stroke took from me. Last year, the doctors had suggested that I might experience something much different, but similar to what we all call, depression. This is a much different funk. I still have the traditional depression from time to time, you know, sleeping all day, attending your funk party by yourself.

              Political observation for the day: Not all politicians, political parties, political advisers, news pundits, and voters are stupid. On both sides of the fence, you do have some really really smart people. Some even have common sense. The problem is that SOME  of these smart ones are driven by really bad karma. Smart people still doing or saying really stupid things because of their bad karma. Which brings the thought, if you are the type of person that dwell in, and constantly dream up conspiracy theories, this election cycle may be ripe for 1963 type of incident. Too bad that we have evolved to this point, but you do have to admit that there are a lot of crazy folks out there that have the capacity to wish bad things upon the “other” candidates. And that is nothing new. People and organizations have been eliminating opposing individuals for thousands of years. I just think the atmosphere stinks right now, in other words, I smell a rat.

              So, back to what I lost due to last year’s stroke, and what I am regaining due to talk therapy with my shrink , Cannabis,  and…………..Wait for it…………..Writing! I know I’m repeating myself right now, as I have stated this in previous posts. Writing IS therapeutic for me, and can be therapeutic for you as well.

              Another commercial: This particular post was inspired directly from today’s therapy session with Dr. Brenda Pawtucket, PhD. (name changed until I get her permission to use her real name).

              I admit that I have been suffering from, (confirmed by tests), “Long Term Depression”, and of course, if you keep up with my blog, PTSD. Both of these I have been able to combat in a healthy way, most of my life.

              Forgiving my step-father was a major hurdle and a positive influence on my life, and my character, as a member of the human race. Secondly, I reckon that I have been fortunate most of my life that when dealing with my “normal” depression, I haven’t medicated myself, i.e., no illicit drugs.

              EXCEPT, there was a period in my life that I admit was an alcoholic haze. No, I wasn’t a medically diagnosed “Alcoholic”. I know what that is because my real father, Harold Saxe, WAS a real alcoholic. He eventually was beat to death by three other bums. Some dispute over a woman.

              That drinking period in my life was part of my being “Social”. I drank because everybody else was drinking. I sang because the bar had Karaoke. Hahahahaha. In reality, it was a kind of twisted form of therapy I subconsciously prescribed for my life.

              Of course I look back and realize that I was treating my depression with the wrong kind of pill, Booze. Fast forward to today. I love my “Virgin” White Russian concoction, (five foot one, 103 pounds) that I drink. I also had a weird experience with my favorite whiskey, Jameson.

              About six months ago, while on my first visit to see the kids after my February surgery, when the glass of Jameson over ice touched my lips, I got extremely ill, almost like an allergic reaction. I have stopped what had been, my occasional drink of hard liquor.

              I know sometimes I can get a little long-winded in my posts, so if you are one of those who like my writing, but find it a bit of a chore to read my posts when they are this long, take a break, go Google something else. Take a break, but please come back and finish reading.

              For those of you that got this far and you’re thinking, “When the fuck is this asshole going to shut up”, it’s okay, obviously my blog is not for you, so go in peace, abide. No harm, no foul. Go read your new issue of “Guns R Us”, or “how to fuck a sheep”. It’s amazing what you can find on the World Wide Web (Internet).

              I sought out a therapist first because I recognized that it MIGHT help, and secondly, because my children suggested it. At issue for me? Not your typical depression.  Since last year’s stroke, I really became a mess, literally.

              Prior to the stroke, I did things that normal people do. I vacuumed the house when it needed it. I kept a tidy, clean kitchen and bathroom, and bedroom, and living room, and office.

              In February of this year, while I was in the hospital for the life changing surgery, (you can read about it in previous posts), my daughter hired a HAZMAT crew (house cleaners) to come in and clean my home for me. Whoopee! That’s all I have to say about that, besides thanks to my daughter, her boyfriend, my best pal Phil, and the entire cleaning crew that came in and fixed me up with a clean house.

              Here’s my point, prior to last year’s stroke, I kept a fairly clean house, for a bachelor pad. Now, some would say that I just wasn’t motivated to keep my home clean. The issue was that I certainly wasn’t motivated to remove six months worth of trash from the spot next to me on the couch.

              Trash you ask? Candy bar wrappers (mostly Reese’s), empty Pringle’s potato chips cans, and every other kind of empty snack bags and containers you can think of. Every room in the house was a disaster area. I should have asked for FEMA money.

              I did not have this problem prior to my stroke, so if you are experiencing the same kind of issue in your life, it’s not your fault, and YES, you CAN blame it on you stroke, despite what your family may think. Recognizing the cause for your ailment, and it IS an ailment, will help you overcome it.

              Now, if you have had a stroke or traumatic brain injury and all of a sudden you have strong urges to fuck your refrigerator, you need a different kind of help. Were Pedophiles heads squeezed to hard coming down the birth canal? They genuinely are crazy fuckers. Who knows, might be something for neurologists to research. I know they have studied the brains of serial killers and crazies, why not take a look at other fucked up brains?

              So, besides the issues I have been experiencing, I discovered a few things that in fact, we’re very revealing to me. For instance, instead of keeping my candy and snacks besides me on the couch, a week ago I discovered that if I leave the three bags of Lindor’s Truffles on top of the fridge, they last a lot longer than one or two days. In fact, they lasted 8 days.

              Hence the title for this blog post, putting a snack or object out of sight, was to put it out of mind. Putting the Lindor’s on top of the fridge was putting it out of sight, therefore out of mind. When they were watching TV with me, they lasted two days at the most.

              Again, prior to my stroke, I ALWAYS left the goodies in the kitchen. Not just IN the kitchen, but in a kitchen cabinet or the refrigerator. Holy discovery! Not only will my snacks last longer, I’ll save money, and MAYBE lose some weight.

              Once in a while, I will get a hunger for ice cream. Since the stroke, when I do have my favorite,  Tillamook Oregon Strawberry, I have been putting a whole container of raspberries and lately, also cut-up strawberries on top of the ice cream.

              Without even thinking about it, when the berries were depleted, and 99% of the time the berries ran out before the ice cream, I would just finish the rest of the ice cream. Nothing wrong with that, eating an entire bowl of ice cream in one sitting, except you might gain weight, quicker.

              What did I do before the stroke you are thinking. If there was any ice cream left in the bowl, I put it in the freezer, always. Brainstorm? Nah, I just suddenly got back one of my Executive Management skills. I vacuumed the other day. For me, that was gaining back something my brain had somehow lost.

              Some would ask, “Why should I care about you vacuuming your fucking carpet?” My blog’s not for you, sorry. Go buy some new violent video games. Sharing my experience with people is bound to help someone. That’s one of the reasons why I write. To be a help or inspiration to others.

              So, as I continue on this journey of rehabilitation, I’m going to continue writing, AND sharing with you. Who knows, maybe I’ll one day have a Nationally Syndicated Radio Talk Show named, “The truth as I know it” or “Talk about it why don’t ya”.

              I’m sure as I’m sitting here now, someone out there in Internetland will not only appreciate my posts, but will actually feel the good karma I’m trying to spread. I already have had a few combat veterans write to me and tell me that my blog has had a positive influence on them, so skeptics, go masturbate or whatever.

              In other words, here’s my card. “You are NOT a Moon Crater”. Those of you who read my posts on a regular basis will know what I mean by, “Not, a Moon Crater”, Hahahahahahahhaa.

              I conclusion, we all know there are a lot of people out there that are NOT “Moon Craters”, of course we know they’re not “Angels” either. And to the Air Force Combat Veteran that I spoke with face to face today, I hope you get something positive from my blog, and thanks again for your service.

              One final thought. Writing. I keep harping on, suggesting, writing. Writing can be Religious or Spiritual, like “Now I lay me down to sleep…………”. Writing can be purely entertaining. Think about any book you have read recently that entertained you, (other then a XXX rated book on how to…….Wait for it…………”Raise” Sheep!. Writing can be purely informational, like reading your worn out Wall Street Journal because you really ARE the last person on the totem pole in your office, and management will not approve your WSJ subscription, and you are too fucking cheap to buy your own. So you get to pretend that you are an expert in your field, or a successful stock guru, as the 58th person to get this particular copy. Normal newspapers are both informational, and entertaining. Entertaining because of the cartoon section. Of course the Wall Street Journal ALSO can entertain, without a cartoon section. Your favorite stock just went up a zillion points and you came in your pants. Or you just like jacking off to the fucking Wall Street Journal. How fucking weird is that? Maybe you need to see a therapist Hahahahahahahhahaaa! Last is my kind of writing. My writing contains everything. Spirituality, (abide dude). Entertainment (funny captions?), Information, Yadayadayada. The best thing I feel my writing represents is the desire I have to help others via my writing.

              almost forgot:

              Strain: Baaaaaaaaa2, great shit, harvested March 10th, 2016

              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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              For those of you that would care to get involved with me on this project, as I intend to hire a professional screenwriter at some point, and produce a feature film, I have recently been approved for a KICKSTARTER campaign where you can contribute. Here is the link to the KICKSTARTER campaign.

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