Author: Hippie Tom
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………..
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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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:
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,
Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE
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Trump/Clinton Debate and, a line of Syrian refugees facing two doors, sign on door number one says, “Waterboarding”
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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,
Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE
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.
And now for an unpaid advertisement:
For my faithful readers that are aware that I’m finally working on “The Dead Armadillo” story, like say, a Producer, or a Director, or a Screenwriter or someone or a company that desires to option my novel, you can contact me at any time, night or day. If you are a one of those faithful readers that wish to read and follow my progress as I work on this novel, I will be posting updates as a PDF file on every new post on this website/blog. Here’s the latest of “The Dead Armadillo”
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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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“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.
New Drug advertisement for TV. Do you have moderate to severe “Shit For Brains?” Try Sticadicolopodine, the once a day suppository that you hold under your tongue all day. It smells kinda shitty, and makes you talk funny, like you are afflicted with and suffer from, Shitforbrainsitus. Pronounced “Sheet-4Brain-ITUS” (Hispanically). So instead of the painful and rather embarrassing surgery they used to call………..Wait for it………a Lobotomy, take the once a day medicine, Sticadicolopodine. Your breath will smell like shit, and you will be talking like you already had 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
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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Mormons, Arabs, Prostitutes and plain old Slutty Whores, and TRUE LOVE!
Enemas, Brain Farts, and MRI time again? and, “What does Mel Gibson have to do with my former Ostomy?
“This joke deserved a second chance, and a post of it’s own”
“Read this, you Redneck Watermelon killers!” and “Pinching and Chest Bumping, a cultural history”
“My favorite cookie as a child?” plus “Put the cheeseburger down, zip up your pants, and get out of the vehicle Mr. Clinton”
I love my new Bong, and ” Let there be light…………12 hours later he was saying, Whoops my bad, as the Sun starts going down”.
“Hey, Facebook, delete and ban me for this image, you excretions from the rectums of Piss Ants, and, I’m really NOT mad at at you Facebook, I just think it’s a funny statement”
I have left out the other 5,897 well known profane or politically incorrect words or phrases in 15 different languages, and ETERNAL FIERY HOT AS A MOTHER FUCKER HADES
“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
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.
And now for an unpaid advertisement:
For my faithful readers that are aware that I’m finally working on “The Dead Armadillo” story, like say, a Producer, or a Director, or a Screenwriter or someone or a company that desires to option my novel, you can contact me at any time, night or day. If you are a one of those faithful readers that wish to read and follow my progress as I work on this novel, I will be posting updates as a PDF file on every new post on this website/blog. Here’s the latest of “The Dead Armadillo”
TheDeadArmadilloManuscript102019
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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“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,
Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE
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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Creating new Facebook (FB) groups, and, “A little bit of lipstick, and a little bit of blush”
Tillamook Oregon Strawberry Ice Cream, and “Whose Anus is it anyway? If you squint, you can almost see a Big Spider”
“Look’s like Chevy Chase has been eating too many donuts!”
“The Canonization of Mother Teresa, another Sphincter story, and Phoenix at night”
Racism and bigotry are alive, and there is only one remedy
“Evolution of our Species”, and “What the Fuck did you just say?”
FB groups. I create two Facebook groups earlier today. The first group is called, “Evolution of our Species”. NOTE: THESE GROUPS NO LONGER EXISTS AS FARCECRAP TOTALLY DELETED MY ORIGINAL PAGES/GROUPS IN AUGUST OF 2018. THE REPLACEMENT IS NOW A GROUP CALLED “INSTITUTE FOR THE STUDY OF HUMAN EVOLUTION”.
“Institute for the Study of Human Evolution” is a group dedicated to exposing/sharing the good shit and the bad shit that is or has, contributed to the evolution of the human species. Like the new technology that allows a dope addict, or someone addicted to an opium based drug, to get their “Fix” on a regular basis without using a needle or swallowing a pill, or sticking suppositories up your butt hole. An implant that gives them daily fixes “Doses” of their particular drug, as prescribed, and surgically inserted in the arm beneath your skin.
Shuddderrred for a second, imagining a penile implant for dysfunction. Ouch! Perhaps discussions on what effect our “Inventions” have on the rest of the planet, i.e., species. Also what effect you might think a new philosophy, or idea, or whatever, might have on our evolution. The invention of gunpowder, or GMO’S?
My first share to get things going, is the invention of the electric motorized “Hoverboard” compared to the old “Skateboard”. Today I saw a dude motoring down the sidewalk on his hoverboard, and I thought to myself, “At least with the skateboard, one leg got exercised”. LOL This invention has eliminated “Walking”, go figure.
The other Group I created is named, “What the fuck did you just say?” ALSO NO LONGER EXISTS, DELETED BY FARCECRAP IN AUGUST OF 2018. THE REPLACEMENT “GROUP IS, “FLY FARTING? I DON’T HEAR YOU”.
The following are comments as originally posted here in my article:
“Is there a polite or Politically correct way to ask some dude if he’s a FAG? Fag, the word itself, is rude and disgusting at the same time. Why, you ask, do you even have to ask the dude if it’s obvious?
You know without asking, don’t you? He’s got earrings in both ears, he’s wearing a pink shirt, and you can tell that he has just a little bit of lipstick and blush on. Of course you’re not talking about THAT dude, you are referring to that Macho Looking, Six Foot Four, must be a Professional Football Player dude over there on the dance floor with another dude.
There is no polite or Politically Correct or……………….Wait for it, SAFE way to ask that “Silly” question, (as you wave your wrist in their direction). If you EVER see two dudes dancing, ANYWHERE, keep your big mouth shut! Especially if one of the dudes IS, a Macho Looking, Six Foot Four, 320 Pound, Just Looks Like He Could Be A, Football Player.
Makes a whole lot of sense to keep your fucking mouth shut. Especially if you are straight, and you are just meeting some friends, at a Gay Bar. Certainly if you WERE, Gay, asking that question would never enter your mind, right?
As for me, I’m a straight dude, have been for 68 (now 71) years so far, and I cannot recall one time in my life that I was prejudiced or bigoted towards any race, color creed, gender, or sexual orientation, except, and it’s a big EXCEPT, Pedophiles, sorry to a very small percentage of you out there with that affliction, I don’t like you, and if that sounds prejudiced, then so be it, because you are sick.
There are a few other things that are beyond my comprehension and mental ability to embrace. Like people that are sexually promiscuous with animals. I don’t like what THEY do, but I’m not so prejudiced that I won’t sell some dude a birthday cake for his favorite sheep, if I were a baker. Baaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
I’m not prejudiced against culture, philosophy or religious beliefs, and I have learned to tolerate stupid people. Now try to apply that to differences in skin color. There should be no conscious thought even entering your mind. Who cares what color my skin is?
Obviously, there are a whole lot of people out there, millions and millions, of all skin colors, that think differently. Why would a person walk up to me and ask if I’m a “WHITE” dude? Why would I walk up to someone of color and ask if they were “AFRICAN AMERICAN? Or just African.
The problem is that for a couple of hundred years, “White” man, thought the “Black” man was less than human, certainly not equal. So began the name calling. Use your imagination, because I am NOT going to dignify the bullshit names and titles we all have been calling each other.
But to just finish by saying, as stupid as asking an LGBT person if they are gay or not, asking what color a person is……………is just as fucking stupid. Be kind to one another, ALL OTHERS, and abide.
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
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.
And now for an unpaid advertisement:
For my faithful readers that are aware that I’m finally working on “The Dead Armadillo” story, like say, a Producer, or a Director, or a Screenwriter or someone or a company that desires to option my novel, you can contact me at any time, night or day. If you are a one of those faithful readers that wish to read and follow my progress as I work on this novel, I will be posting updates as a PDF file on every new post on this website/blog. Here’s the latest of “The Dead Armadillo”
TheDeadArmadilloManuscript102019
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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How to eat Lindor’s Chocolate Truffles to the tune of the “Deafening Silence”, and asking Bill Clinton for his Drivers License
“Jesus, give me a break!”, or “Keep it under a bushel NO! I’m gonna let it shine, shine, shine”
A King or Queen sits in judgment over some poor soul and screams, “Off with his head!”. Same thing today. People in power are quietly saying to their minions, “He has to be stopped”, 
and that poor soul is run over by a train. Suicide they said. Or it’s some evil asshole who doesn’t want the truth to be known, so he has someone eject you from a Sunday morning worship service.
Someone from my distant past responded privately on Facebook today to my comment to a post of his about the higher price of gas in California, blaming the Democrats.
This is a dude, who at the time in 1977 was a youth pastor at the church that I had attended before my two year visit to Nashville. Upon attending a Sunday morning worship service at my home church for the first time in two years, this particular “Youth Pastor” was instructed to show me the “Love of Jesus”, and to eject me from the church service, i.e, show me where the door was, physically if necessary. I went quietly without a struggle on my part.
More and more today, I think that stupidity is genetic, and possibly linked to Religion, or eating too many Twinkies, 
or both. I have known far too many “Christians” that have publicly portrayed a Jesus-like persona, while deliberately fucking up other people’s lives, doing shit that they KNOW they can wipe away simply by asking “God” to forgive them.
Never mind that they demonstrated evil incarnate to other people, these Assholes made themselves feel good, AFTER the evil (Insert Bad Karma here) simply by crying their “Sin”, away. Good example, that famous televangelist caught with a hooker. Getting caught with a hooker in a motel Room? Who cares.
Our concern with that particular evangelist should be, what else has he done with his Bad Karma? I could care less who sucks his dick, 
as long as HE is paying for it, but I bet the $200 for the hooker came from the offering plates. Yes, good Christians, YOU paid for that blowjob!
Good Karma, Bad Karma. So, this private message from this so called “Christian”, If it would have been me responding to my comment, I would have kept it in the string of PUBLIC comments.
Instead, he thought he would give me his “FEELINGS”, privately, so no one else could see it. At that moment, I felt like that expression, when Mr. T said, “I pity the poor fool”. Is he afraid that if this private conversation was public, that many folks out there would agree with me?
Here is the beginning chain of comments along with the image he posted. Mind you, I believe that everyone is free to express their particular beliefs, right or wrong. I left their spelling and grammar errors in.
The original author said, (Names changed to protect the innocent)
Pastor BlaBlaBla: Gas price in Arizona $.50 a gallon cheaper than California. Time to run Democrats out of office in Sacramento!!
First Respondent: Why blame only Democrats Pastor. How can you forget the construction of the Government, the body consists of Democrats, Righteous Republicans and Independent. Do you think as a whole, democrats are the problem for all the societies illness. Hiding under the second amendment …….anything constructive do the Republican brings to the table to help the society. Sorry Pastor, we still love you and respect you. Blessings.XXXXXXX
Pastor BlaBlaBla: I know XXXXX that many of California’s problems were made with bipartisan votes, easing regulations on divorce and pro-abortion but since Democrats took over they have single handedly raised gas prices, taxes and put us in a debt that will bankrupt us. They have put so much regulation on business that we have become the least friendly state in which to do business. Are you happy paying $10 more per tank than our neighbors while Brown is pushing for another $8 per tank. The biggest thing Republicans try to do is keep reasonable limits on spending. They are the only ones that ever talk about balancing the budget. You and I have to, why does government get to keep spending more than they take in?
First Respondent: Dear Pastor. We are in 2016…Good old days of Regan Era is vanished, the population has changed. Only rich get richer. Is it because of Democrats, why the middle class is vanishing. I am nearing 70, still working, pay check to pay check…it is high to blame one party or the other. The country lost God’s favor. Tell me Pastor, what Jesus will do in this situation. Does He shoe compassion or throw everyone to the ocean or burn everyone who do evil or does He show some Love and Mercy. I am sure He will intercede for them, restore them. Bigotry and isolation only incite fear and instability. Let us pray for our country rather than hate and discrimination and drive away people to do evil. Politicians ONLY POLLUTE THE SITUATION, INSTEAD OF PROVIDING LEADERSHIP. When people loose hope they do evil things. So, letbus unite and pray for our country and leaders whether they are Democrat or Republican. God is in control, He appoint to lead and dispose them when they are not in His will. Things will take place according to His plan and purpose. Just pray always. Love. and Blessings.
Pastor BlaBlaBla: Just throwing more money to people who don’t try to earn it is not compassion. Jesus would say, “If a man doesn’t work he doesn’t eat.” Democrats create more and more dependency. Truth is that it not just the rich who get richer in America, it the poor who chose to work who get richer all the time. If politician only pollute why vote?
2nd respondent to Pastor BlaBlaBla: you need to move to Texas is great here:) And lower taxes and cost of living.
Me, to First respondent: Basically, being a “Christian” does NOT necessarily prevent you from being an extremely evil asshole. I knew one many years ago. He was an elder at XXXXXXXX Lutheran Church in San Pedro. He was as about as evil as they come. It’s not about who or what you worship, it’s truly about how you treat others you come in contact with, and how you treat the planet. tcsblog.net Watch, Pastor BlaBlaBla is going to delete my comment.
Pastor BlaBlaBla indeed DID delete my above comment. So much for honesty, transparency, and showing the love of Jesus.
Here is the text of Pastor BlaBlaBla’s private message to me:
Pastor BlaBlaBla: Of course I’m going to delete public slander. If you want to bring up something horrible from your past I’m open to hear your concern but there is a right and wrong way to have a discussion
My response, privately: You can’t handle the truth
Pastor BlaBlaBla: Try me
My response, privately: You can read all about it on my next blog post
And he said I was slandering? How is telling the truth slander?
The “Christians” I am referring to, would say, “Tom needs to forgive those who have transgressed against him”. It’s not about forgiveness at all. I forgave the person that killed my mother. It IS about the karma thing, and the ridiculous notion that people have that they can publicly declare themselves followers of Jesus, or any other good karma dude, and at the same time, continue to privately be, Assholes.
In closing, I am reminded of an old children’s Sunday School song, “Keep it under a bushel NO! I’m gonna let it shine, shine, shine”.
Postscript: A person who exercises their power or superiority over another person, or a whole group of people, or a whole country of people, becomes a Tyrant if he or she decides that your opinion doesn’t matter to them. Even more, is the Tyrant who believes that a whole country of people doesn’t matter any more.
The only people the Tyrant cares about are the few that follow, even worship, and does their bidding. Take a look throughout history at all the leaders who had the power to say, “Off with his head!”, to the poor soul that expressed his opinion in front of the King, or Dictator, Pope, Drug Kingpin, or Youth Pastor, or whomever was reveling in his or her own power.
Likewise, you can listen to ANYONE who is denying someone else’s rights, someone else’s opinion, and waddayaknow, you’re listening to a Tyrant. If all you are doing is peacefully sharing your feelings and opinions about something, and they throw your ass in jail, or at the very least, spray you with their chemicals, right then you know you are facing tyrants.
If all you are doing is purposely exposing a dude for being not only a hypocritical asshole, he’s a hypocritical criminal asshole 
who knowingly bought stolen goods from some LA harbor longshoremen. Your reward for being honest? Being physically removed from your church.
While you are physically being shown the door, all the good “Christians”, good flock (sheep) that they are, look away, ignoring you, because as the Elder told you privately, “Nobody will believe you, look at you. Look at me, I’m an elder. This is MY church”.
Two years earlier, in this private meeting with the Elder, you sheepishly bring up, “What do you think Jesus would say about you being a hypocritical thief?” And this holy elder says, “Fuck Jesus! I don’t believe in that religious bullshit, and no one is going to believe you! I’ll make sure you never step inside MY church again!”
So you go to Nashville for two years. When you come back, you are physically ejected from HIS church.
Don’t forget, if you are not an Angel, think about it, “You’re NOT, a Moon Crater either”. (Insert mental image of your own butthole, anus/asshole here, or go back and look at the “Unknown” Asshole in my previous post).
Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,
Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE
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.
And now for an unpaid advertisement:
For my faithful readers that are aware that I’m finally working on “The Dead Armadillo” story, like say, a Producer, or a Director, or a Screenwriter or someone or a company that desires to option my novel, you can contact me at any time, night or day. If you are a one of those faithful readers that wish to read and follow my progress as I work on this novel, I will be posting updates as a PDF file on every new post on this website/blog. Here’s the latest of “The Dead Armadillo”
TheDeadArmadilloManuscript102019
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.
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/thedeadarmadillo/the-dead-armadillo
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The Marine Corps Hymn has absolutely, NOTHING to do with a “Shiny Clean Anus”, or a Moon Crater either
“One thing we all can agree on. War is hell. We can despise “War”. We can despise the War Mongers, but we can love our Brothers and Sisters, our Fathers and our Mothers, and our Sons and Daughters, our Nephews and our Nieces, and our Grandchildren who sacrifice their lives, living and dead, honor them in death, help them in their life” – T. C. Saxe
From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli, We will fight our country’s baaatttlless, And kill every fuckin’ thing we see, First to fight for right and freedom, And to keep our conscience clean; I should have stayed home with Mommy, Because Now I’m A Wild Eyed Brainwashed Bad Ass Crazy Mother Fucker Gonna Kill Everything I See,
I mean no disrespect here, and my version of the above song IS meant to stir up passion. Don’t tell me that throwing a little kitten in the air like a Clay Skeet Target, and shooting same kitten with your fully-automatic weapon is the sane thing to do while you are on patrol. I have seen some crazies that were not born that way, their mental condition and behavior was the result of war, regardless of their training. Let’s face it. Those that PROFIT from war are the real assholes.
Direct whatever passion you are feeling towards helping our combat veterans assimilate back into society with sanity and pride. Direct that passion also towards peace, love, and compassion for the millions of innocents who are ravaged by war. Direct that passion towards finding and supporting peaceful and merciful causes that save lives, not destroy lives.
This all began as a previous post wherein I reported the wonderful event that happened recently (in February) 
wherein the amazing Doctors at the Mayo Clinic performed some amazing surgery on me (see previous post).
So tonight, I was having a “Text” conversation with my kids, writing to tell them about my new business card for my blog, which I still think is pretty darn funny and an idea that I came up with today, not yesterday. Try to follow this:
It is difficult sometimes when you are carrying on two separate text conversations, on two different subjects, at the same time. My first a text to my son about the Marine Corps Hymn, and the second was a group text which said, “I created a new business card for “Special” people, for my blog”.
On the group text, my daughter responded back with a sad face emoticon,
Next I responded, “It’s a good Karma thing……..You all are 
GOOD karma people. Plus it’s meant to be a joke as well, so please don’t be too hard on me. It’s just one of those creative moments”.
Separate from that string of text, but happening around the same period of time, give or take 20 minutes or so, my son had started a string of text wherein he said, “Bad idea, that’s very crude and disgusting. You have to work on that filter we talked about”,
I had just written a separate text to just my son about an entirely different subject, (the Marine Corps Hymn). He replied back, “??”, as he was responding to my individual email telling him to look at his email, I thought it was my daughter responding back on that other conversation string, wherein I wrote about it being about karma.
Hahahahaha, so, thinking that I was responding to her in the group string of text, in actuality I was responding to only my son, saying, “Sorry Tara, would it be better with a photo of a Donkey, you know, Jackass?”.
Then I wrote, “Sorry Tommy?.
Then I wrote, “Was that you? You sounded like Tara”.
Remember now this is two separate strings of text, one to just my son, and one to as a group text, to Tommy, Tara and Danny. Suddenly discovering my mistake, I texted Tommy what I THOUGHT was going in the group conversation,
“Found the image on the Internet yesterday, just Googled “Anus”, and I thought to myself, “Hey! A polite way to tell someone that they’re an Asshole. Hahahahaha! I had to do a little Photo Shop magic, you know, change it to Black & White, shave all the butt hair off”.
Of course I was joking, it was a perfectly clean anus that I found in my Google search. No more responses from the kids.
To me, the whole sequence of events is funny. My original Google search yesterday had absolutely nothing to do with the idea for a new business card, which I thought of tonight, which is why I also had to write it as a post. In fact, tonight, I used a variant of the same anus from yesterdays post. Yesterday, the theme and use of an anus image was entirely a different thing.
So, designing a probably crude, but polite way to call someone an asshole, is to say, “Think about it, you’re NOT, a Moon Crater”. In other words, “You’re a fucking asshole!”. Now I think that’s original, and hilarious. It’s original intent in yesterdays post was just an image to tell the bad karma people that they all were assholes, which later turned into something to actually hand to somebody, “The next time you are having a difficult conversation with someone over Religion or Politics, hand them this business card. One thing led to another, yesterdays post, the text conversation with the kids, after the invention of the new business card.
So, I came up with the business card idea, yes crude, rude, but subtle, if someone is smart enough to figure out the ‘Asshole” i.e., “Backside” of the card. I just had to share this one tonight. Don’t forget, when someone with bad karma calls you a bad name or dirty word, say back to them,”And you’re NOT a Moon Crater”. That will certainly confuse the hell out of them.
Oh, and if we do happen to “Despise” war, and the Warmongers, don’t worry, it’s all Good Karma coming from us. Bad Karma has absolutely no idea what Good Karma is, and what we are trying to accomplish.
Strain: Mooncrater2, harvested August 2, 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,
Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE
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.
And now for an unpaid advertisement:
For my faithful readers that are aware that I’m finally working on “The Dead Armadillo” story, like say, a Producer, or a Director, or a Screenwriter or someone or a company that desires to option my novel, you can contact me at any time, night or day. If you are a one of those faithful readers that wish to read and follow my progress as I work on this novel, I will be posting updates as a PDF file on every new post on this website/blog. Here’s the latest of “The Dead Armadillo”
TheDeadArmadilloManuscript102019
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The Human Race as a species, and my happy Sphincter Muscle w/Butt-Hole, or Anus if you prefer
Will you go to Harvard Law School? Will you someday have a family and live in the suburbs in that cute little house with the white picket fence?
500,000. Think about that number for a minute. Not 500,000 dollars, which is half of what it takes to be called a “Millionaire”. No. 500,000 people who have died in the Syrian conflict. Not 500,000 soldiers. 99% of the deaths are civilians. Innocent men, women, and children. Shame on mankind. Who made most of the bombs and bullets that slaughtered all these people?
Imagine for a moment, you are a five year old little boy or girl, playing with your toy cars or your dolls in your bedroom. All of a sudden, with a deafening horrible sound, your house disintegrates all around you in a massive fiery explosion from a bomb dropped from 20,000 feet by a warplane you never heard or seen.
Buried in the rubble, you are still alive as your lifeblood is draining from your body. Remember, you are five years old. Somehow you survive. You are rescued from the pile of rubble that once was your home, and you awake in a filthy excuse for a hospital. Your left leg and arm are gone, but you are one of the lucky ones, you survived. Your sister, mother, two brothers and your father? Dead. They only found parts of their bodies. Enough to bury though.
What will be your story as you grow Up? Will you go to Harvard Law School? Will you someday have a family and live in the suburbs in that cute little house with the white picket fence? Not if you are that five year old little Syrian boy waking up to the horror as you realize that you can still feel pain as if your amputated arm and leg were still there.
As a species, we have been killing each other since the beginning of time. Why should we have or feel any emotion now? The violence towards one another is almost like it’s part of our DNA, which is probably a fact. Most of us DO feel the sadness and despair, but all we do is write about it, take photos and video of it, and maybe talk about it at the local Bar & Grill during commercial breaks, as the live football game is more important than a dead Syrian boy. Or a dead Afghan child. Or a dead person ANYWHERE, ravaged by war or famine.
Isn’t it wonderful that the most advanced nations on our planet are home to the most advanced development and manufacture of the very devices that are built solely to destroy things, and people? Oh sure, you say, that’s the price AND the cost of freedom. BULLSHIT! When you look at the profit versus death ratio, the military/industrial complex, worldwide, are literally making a “Killing” in the marketplace.
Evolution of our species is responsible? Probably. Can we evolve into a species that doesn’t kill itself off? Probably not, but we have to try to convince ourselves that a world without war, violence, starvation, and disease, is possible. At the same time, let’s also get rid of bigotry, prejudice, fear and anger, hopelessness and poverty, drug addiction and Brussel Sprouts.
I believe that the good karma will transcend the bad karma. Maybe not in my lifetime, but possibly for my grandson’s grandson’s generation. Throughout our history there have been the Peacemakers, Prophets and the occasional Saviors. Our species has managed to distort much of their combined messages into excuses to kill one another, i.e., in the name of “God” or “Allah”, or whomever was being worshiped at the time.
Our established places of worship mostly try to teach the lessons handed down by the Peacemakers, and at the same time, cheer on the people that carry on these missions of murder (war). People put money in the offering plates on Sunday mornings that come from the dividends they earned from investments in the very companies manufacturing the devices and materials of war. During the offertory, sing a polite, peaceful hymn about how our God loves us.
Think about that the next time your stock broker recommends an investment in a company manufacturing “Smart” bombs. Look in the mirror, hold up that photo of a bloody, mangled body of ANY victim of war, and ask yourself if that was a “Smart” investment. If you did invest, go fuck yourself, politely.
What can we do as individuals to change our species? At least allow the option of love and forgiveness, charity, kindness, and peace, to reside and abide in your minds and hearts. Main photo purposely left in “Living” color. To be continued. I approve this message – T. C. Saxe.
Answer to question in last post: Humphrey Bogart, in the 1947 movie “Dead Reckoning”
Congratulations to the Winner, Mrs. Mary Bailey of Saginaw, Michigan for being the first person to answer the question correctly. She is the winner of brand new 2017 Harley Davidson and an AR-15 with a 30 round clip.
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 and shall overcome the odds, but only if we truly ORGANIZE. Otherwise, we are all just as a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”.
For those who have been keeping up with my progress with “The Dead Armadillo” story, here’s my latest:
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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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