“Funny how a kiss stays on” has absolutely nothing to do with Potty Training

I was spending some “Grandfatherly” time with my Grandson the weekend of his third birthday. He was in the early stages of his Potty Training, so like a loving grandfather, I told him that I would give him a dollar for every turd that he dropped in the toilet, instead of in his diaper. I thought, how much should that cost, couple of Turds a day for a few months? Couple hundred turds/dollars, no big deal, right?

During a visit six weeks later, I asked my son if it was okay for me to remind Owen about the deal his Grandpa had made with him. The response was negative in that both parents had agreed NOT to use that type of psychology on their son. So I told my son that I agreed not to offer any more bribes for Turds.

A minute later I had this hilarious thought, which of course I shared with my son. The thought? The image of my Grandson Owen coming to me in 20 years saying, “That’s  $687,429.00 you owe me Gramps, I counted every turd”.

Quote for the day: “Funny how a kiss stays on”  Send me a comment if you think you know who said this without doing a google search.  I’ll post the answer in my next post along with the name of the winner. The first person to answer correctly will receive a…………….Prize that will also be revealed in my next 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,

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    Hitting the Blackboard with a Booger is 10 points, hitting the back of the teacher’s dress as she walks by is 20 points

    Is anyone old enough to remember the old wooden desks with the lift top, with that storage area to warehouse all your books and stuff n the desk? In my school, Glen Cary Elementary, the desk you were assigned was the desk you kept all school year.

    The first day of  school, when you sat at your desk for the first time, you did two things. First you lifted the desktop up to look inside for buried treasure, pennies sometimes , gum wrappers usually, and if you happen to get Sam’s desk like Billy did this year, empty condom wrappers, ewwwww.

    Sam was in the last row of desks this year, sixth grade, and Billy was now a fifth grader. Sam used the condoms in the typical teenager way. Blowing them up like balloons when Mrs. Anderson wasn’t in the room. I always laughed the most when Sam pulled a condom over his head.

    Back to the desk inspection procedure. The second thing you did after the treasure hunt was to feel the undercarriage of your desk. Mostly gum, hard as a rock, from the mouths of generations of children that had previously sat at that desk. The really old stuff seemed to be part of the desk bottom, welded in place over a millennia of time.

    Some gum, wads from last year, was semi-hard, but you could manage to pull at them and set some free, throwing them in someone else’s desk when they weren’t there. You also always found dried up boogers and hardened, frozen-like, streams of snot that had been painted on the bottoms of desks by many fingers.

    Not every loving mother gave their sweet little idiot a handkerchief to use. If you were really curious, before you tried to scrape anything off with your ruler, if you even had one, or your fingernails, you got down underneath like a mechanic to inspect all the boogers, gum wads, and hardened snot flows.

    It was whispered around that Sam, the sixth grader, ate the dried boogers and snot from under his desk like crunchy candy. Only tried it once on a dare, kinda rice crispies crunchy, sorta like deep fried ants, didn’t like it. Like every other kid, I tried a gum wad, didn’t like that either, almost broke a tooth.

    Also, I do know, cause I watched him, whilst sitting at his desk, Sam would casually blow a load of snot between his index finger and his middle finger. His mind preoccupied with what ever book he was reading, he would casually slurp the snot resting between his two fingers.

    One pastime every dude enjoyed was booger flicking. A booger had to be of a certain consistency however. Soft and rubbery, with a little stickiness. If the booger was too sticky, it was hard to launch when you flicked your finger. If you rolled it around a little more you could get it to premium launch quality. We had a point system. Blackboard, 10 points, back of someones head, 15 points, back of the teacher’s dress as she walked by, 20 points.

    No sound, just a flick of your finger and you could stick it on the blackboard as you walked by. Easiest targets were the girls. Especially easy if you had a girl sitting right in front of you. If you managed to get one in her hair, at recess the boys would identify the successful targets and we would walk around inspecting the backs of the heads of our victim, saying, “Hair booger!”.

    The girls would run away screaming, as they frantically pulled at their hair. If you were in the earlier grades, like me in the second, you never spoke to, or talked about “Snot Eating Sam”. If you did, Sam would open up a can of kickass on you during recess.

    It was also rumored that Sam did dirty things with sheep. It was known that Sam was a few years older than the other sixth graders, so at 12 or 13, the teenaged adolescent hormones had already found their way to his penis.

    Looking back, I believe that Sam was slightly retarded as well, so he couldn’t help being a bully, an idiot, and an asshole. There is normal stupid, and then there is retarded stupid. I wonder what kind of person he is today, good karma or bad karma.

    That summer, a few of us were able to sneak our way up to one of the barns where Sam’s dad sheared the sheep. We were able to look in a window and observe Sam without him seeing us. I can testify that it is possible to fuck a sheep.

    Never attempted it myself, but what you do is stick the sheep’s rear legs in your knee high rubber farmer’s boots so they can’t run away. I’ll never be able to erase that image in my mind of Sam plunging and moving back and forth with his bare ass quivering. I have heard a female sheep baaaaaaaa loudly. I have never eaten my boogers, well, I did try one of those “under the desk” boogers just once (in the second grade).  I did blow up a condom like a balloon many years later (as an adult).

    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:

    TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

     

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

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

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      “Blame it on the Bossa Nova, and all the fucking idiots”, also, “Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing!”

      The woman crying out, “Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing! was either the thunderous prayer that God will react to,  or that message in and of itself, that miraculously will begin a healing that spreads worldwide. For me, it was simple, yet brilliant, not subtle, but very strong.

      This world seems like it’s on a tragic course, no matter who’s God you worship. However, the evolution of our species, from cavemen with clubs, to that really cool secret Laser weapon orbiting our Planet Earth right now, is evolving where evolution unfortunately intends to be. Deadlier, and perhaps not smarter.

      SMARTER? I smelled it! I momentarily dealt it! We will evolve, or we will become extinct. Little Bunny Rabbits will inherit the earth! Maybe because no one will be here to turn them into semi-automatic weapons. Here in the good ole United States we can begin by starting the train to an eventual weaponless world. Wouldn’t that be nice? Couldn’t that be possible? Imagine a world without violence. A world without gun violence anyway.

      How about that Utopian world of love and peace? Evolution promises that will happen! If we as a species, continue down the wrong track, we will certainly perish. If we do survive, it will only be so if we Love, Forgive, Learn, and Evolve.

      Check out this recent post with some futurism thoughts:

      https://tcsblog.net/2016/07/06/the-day-before-bernie-or-trump-was-elected-i-saw-a-bright-flash-of-light-on-the-eastern-horizon-i-was-going-to-vote-for-bernie/

      I’m so glad I interfaced with other humans tonight on Facebook. It truly inspired me. I also have to give a little credit to that bowl I smoked three hours ago. I also give a lot of credit to Mrs. (I’ll insert her name here when I find it) for yelling, “Stop killing! Stop killing! Stop killing! on some news network on TV. Also on TV, that one dude was right today in saying something like, “it not about guns, it’s about attitudes”. Once we change (evolve) our attitudes, and I add, our spirits, we won’t NEED the guns anymore.

      Think about it. If you are a good “Christian” living in a gunless world, would you need a gun? Gandhi didn’t have or need one. I feel bad that he had to walk around barefooted all the time though. We may just wipe out our species with World War Three, but some will survive. And I will bet you it will be the Intelligent folk that survive, not the stupid ones. Also look at one of my previous posts wherein I share more of my Futurists thoughts https://tcsblog.net/2016/06/19/can-you-spot-mickey-mouse/

      Strain: “Sweat off Gandhi’s balls”, harvested “A Velly Velly long time ago”

      Gun enthusiasts may say, “You can take away my 30-Round clips, but you ain’t taking my AR-92”. The correct response is, “Keep the Bunny Rabbit, you can’t get bullets for that thing anyway”. If you are using the butt of your pistola for a hammer, make sure it’s not loaded. Wouldn’t that be cool if we evolved to the degree that we all thought a pistol WAS a hammer. Potty time

      Afterthought Title: Jesus at the Tittie Bar and the Dudeist Priest

      A Rabbi, a Catholic Priest, a Buddhist Priest, and an Atheist are all having drinks at a Tittie bar, I know I know, having a strong discussion about what really are, “The Wages of Sin” and the meeting really was at the bowling alley where the Muslim Amman and the Lutheran Minister were hot at it (bowling). In walks a Transvestite Jesus wearing a tattered old bowling shirt with a big “J” on it. Did I mention he walked thru the wall?

      In unison, the Catholic Priest, the Buddhist Priest, the local Butcher, the Muslim Amman and the Bar Tender, the Rabbi, the Atheist and the Lutheran Minister said, “We’re Fucked!”.

      The dude wearing a Dudeism T-shirt sitting at the back of the bar says, “Wow man, it’s Jesus! How abide is that? Come on in dude, I hope you brought you’re bowling ball with you! Hey Joe, give Jesus a Virgin Bloody Mary!”.

      Lastly, a few quotes from a dude

      “Innocence does not play with Madness for very long, Forgiveness does however” – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

      “You can consider a man wise until he opens his mouth to speak, then you listen, and reconsider your original consideration” – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

      “Intelligence tends to shy away from Stupidity. I don’t have many stupid friends, I’ve met a lot of stupid people however” – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

      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:

      TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

       

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

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

      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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        “The day before Bernie or Trump was supposed to be elected, I saw a bright flash of light on the eastern horizon. I was going to vote for Bernie”

        Rising from the ashes, not Trump, not Bernie. Clinton had to drop out of the race because of the email scandal. The asteroid that hit the earth on November 7th, 2016, (the day before the presidential election), wiped out most of the northeast coast of the United States. The rock the size of Manhattan hit Boston with such force, it moved  the earth off it’s axis. The new North Pole is somewhere in Iceland. At least it’s not in Phoenix.

        Bernie was on his way back to his home in Vermont from Oregon, when he and the rest of the folks on his plane saw the bright flash in the eastern skies.  The pilot did a 180 and left the bright flash in his rear view mirror. If they survived or not is part of another chapter.

         

        The Donald along with close friends and family were in New York City the night the big rock hit. Bill and Hillary were with the Trumps having dinner.  They never knew what hit them.

        Forty-five million people were vaporized immediately, with another one point six billion people worldwide dying in the initial shockwave, and the aftermath of the incident over three long unbearable months. Ice caps melted quickly, raising the sea levels by thirty feet. What was left of the northeast portion of the United States was now ocean. The initial shock wave reached as far as California, British Columbia, and Central America.

        The impact triggered earthquake activity all over the world. The tsunami that hit Europe and the northern portion of the western coast of Africa was three hundred feet high. No part of the earth escaped the effects of the asteroid hit. The skies were darkened and dusk-like for two years. The risen seas began to freeze and the global average temperatures eventually dropped to 48 degrees Fahrenheit. The least effected geographic areas of the globe were Asia and Australia.

        The survivors, wherever they popped up, found that they were now without any means of communication with the rest of the lucky ones. Your cell phone was useless in the mountains of Switzerland and Colorado. No longer were there reporters describing the news of the day or any other news, wither it was the BBC in London, CNN from Atlanta, or your local station in San Antonio. However, survivors with short-wave radio sets were able to contact others and share their horror.

        End-time “Preppers” in remote areas that survived, began to communicate with each other. If you happened to live in an area of the United States that survived  most of the disaster and it’s aftermath, you had no idea what actually happened. “Billy-Bob said it was the Russians. They nuked us, those rotten bastards!”. “Brother, how’s your food and ammo holding out?”. Yes,  a vast majority of mankind heard the news pundits discuss the approaching rock,  along with the experts that claimed that the asteroid, by their calculations, was going to miss our planet by 12 million miles. The experts were wrong. “Hey Billy Bob? Maybe it was that asteroid thingy that they were talking about?”.

        By the time the scientists (astronomers) figured that their calculations were off a few percentage points, it was too late.  Most of the smart ones walked out of their observatories and sat on the grass, (or maybe smoked some as well), and waited for it. How glorious they must of felt to witness their first asteroid impact. If you happen to be in Manhattan, when the sky started getting darker you had 30 seconds to look up before the impact. Enough time to say to yourself, “Those asshole scientists were wrong!”

        At any rate, there certainly were competing theories to talk about around the campfire if you were a survivor, including an Alien invasion from outer space. Government in the United States  and Canada is nonexistent,  as well as in most of Europe, northwestern Africa, and the northeastern part of South America.

        There is so much destruction worldwide in the aftermath, most surviving governments are  limited to the process of helping their own peoples. Religious groups are claiming different things, like the “Second Coming”. The Vatican survived, but even the Pope was having thoughts of extraterrestrial invasion.

        Wars and similar conflicts are over. International terrorism is nonexistent. People killing other people for food and water? Yes. Ungoverned Anarchy? Yes. Are you happy that you live in Alaska instead of Los Angeles? Yes. Do we as a species survive and prevail? Yes. After all the aid that the world had received over the years from the United States, countries that somewhat survived begin to send aid to what’s left of the western hemisphere.

        Pockets of survivors eventually form rudimentary local governments.  The dudes with the most guns and bullets become our re-founding fathers. Life itself becomes more precious than ever. Here in “America”, the new symbol, new flag is a single white star on a black background.

        What’s left of regional and international travel by air and other means is severely limited to those parts of the world that suffered the least damage.  People from these parts of the globe are at first hesitant to travel to the most damaged parts of the earth mostly out of fear,  and lack of information.

        Eventually it’s a plane full of explorers and aid from South Korea that fly over the wasteland that once was Southern California and lands in Arizona. Although decimated by earthquakes and fires, they manage to find a place to land on the outskirts of what once was Phoenix.

        To be Continued.

        About two hours after publishing this post I decided to have a few puffs on my vape (first time after writing the above post), this wonderful John Denver song came to me, or maybe it was the background music for a commercial on TV?

        You fill up my senses, like a night in the Boobyhatch, Come fill up my senses, with Dimethylheptylpyran againnnnnnnn

        Strain: “R2D2” harvested last night

        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:

        TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

         

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

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

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          “Should I get the hell out? Or become a General some day?” “How about a mandatory psych evaluation?”

          I heard the term , “Military Intelligence” on the news tonight which inspired the following. War is STUPID! If you are a WARRIOR, you’re stupid! You’re just as stupid, or psychotic, or both, as that dude that killed 49 people at that Gay nightclub in Orlando. You’ve heard the term, “Military Intelligence?” I wonder if anyone has ever independently given an IQ test to every single man and woman wearing a uniform for our country? No, has never happened.

          How about we give that IQ test and a “Psychiatric Evaluation” when they first enlist, the day they retire or exit the “Service”, and every fifth year of service. Why so soon you ask? You can always dodge the IQ test if you choose to do so, just by exiting the military

          when your four year hitch is up. We figure it’s a good thing to find out if you learned, increased your “Intelligence Quotient” in four years, i.e., or are you that stupid that you signed on for another four years.

          Why every fifth year of service? Do the math, unless you are bare-foot stupid. Like in the fifth year, you really want to know if that person increased their IQ? Or that person is still just as stupid. If that person exits the service he is obligated to take the test regardless. Unlike the “smarter” dude that got out after four years. We have to consider that the dude increased his IQ. Even if it is only by a few percentage points, he got smart enough not to re-enlist.

          I would really like all the data compiled into a graph chart and keep collecting the data for twenty years or so. The interesting part would be to actually find out if killing other humans increases your intelligence? Or your chances of having PTSD? Think about it! Is that retiring Four-Star General any smarter than he was the first day of boot-camp?

          In all fairness to ALL officers that went through academies or schools, We expect that you will naturally be smarter than that grunt with a high school education that you just commanded to “Charge!”. You happen to be smart enough out of West point to be, and you are, THE order GIVER, NOT, the order TAKER. You are at a high enough rank that precludes you from actually aiming and pulling a trigger. Killing Someone! If you became a civilian soon after killing the enemy, just one other human being, I’d say you got a little smarter, even if only by a point or two.

          Even if you started out as an officer and you were the smartest person in your school,  the first time you kill, and like it, you are just plain fucking STUPID! Catch my drift? The ability to pull a trigger and take someone’s life, does not require intelligence.

          photo by D. Myles Cullen, U.S. Army. (Released)
          photo by D. Myles Cullen, U.S. Army. (Released)

          Maybe training with firearms and missile launchers, and how to stick another dummy or used tire, with a bayonet? I don’t think so.

          I really am convinced that we have always been savages, since the beginning of time. The fact that as a species, we have evolved, gained, “Guess what?”. Enlightenment! Intelligence! What I am saying is that a fairly good portion of humans are possibly, just possibly, smarter than that idiot with a gun. Smart enough to comprehend that killing someone is just plain old stupid.

          I also think that should we survive as a species, we will continue to get smarter, and purposely taking another person’s life will eventually be obsolete. For the stupid ones, no more war!

          It took years and a growth in intelligence before man invented the bow and arrow. We and our technology have evolved to the point where we can be sitting in a secure building a thousand miles away, operating that drone that just took out dozens of people.

          I think today’s modern deer hunter using a bow is much smarter than that dude with the AR-15 hunting that same deer. I will bet you that my Cousin Barry and his daughter Sam, would never invite Cousin Jack and his AR-15 on their hunting trip.

          Reminds me of another whole story. Comparing the hunters that wait for the deer to come to the salt block (lick) while they sit in their deer stand, and a bow hunter that starts at the edge of the field and woods, with camping gear as well, in case they have to or plan to, spend a night or two, until they have their deer. Or a week because  that’s how they planned their hunting trip. Canoe and all. You would think my cousin and his daughter were part Chippewa.

          I hope my grandson will still be alive when people stop killing other people. It sure as hell isn’t going to happen why I’m still alive. I’ll be lucky I guess, if I witness an Asteroid wiping out all of mankind, or full out Nuclear War, which some of us will survive. The sooner we evolve, the happier I’ll be.

          I’m really not an anti-gun activist. I’m an anti-multiple round clips dude and part-time philosopher. I had a NRA patch or whatever they gave you when I was pre-teen and barely had any pubic hair. The second amendment does not give you the right to own your own shoulder-held missile launcher. I will give you a single shot rifle. Your choice of caliber or gauge. Maybe a 3-round clip for your AR-15.

          Which comes right back around to our discussion about intelligence or the lack thereof.

          How about an IQ test before that person is allowed to purchase or possess a gun?  I would add that mandatory psychiatric evaluation.  Think about it! ANY person that has “Common Sense” is potentially smarter than that idiot over there with the PHD, and especially the ones that have M.D. after their name.

          I am not talking about all Doctors. My former brother-in-law is a pretty smart dude. He makes millions of dollars making balding men and women hairy in the right spots. I once asked ”Uncle Bob” if he had ever transplanted a man’s pubic hair to his upper lip (the dude couldn’t grow a mustache). Once the procedure was finished, the patient kept yanking on his nose, HAHAHAHA! (LOL!)

          Certain studies may naturally come with more common sense and exhibit a higher intelligence than say, a PHD in Hotel Management. Compare the PHD in Accounting, with the dude with a degree in Quantum Physics. I have met a lot of highly educated morons.

           

          My baby brother, rest his soul or energy source, never finished the eighth grade, and he was one of the smartest human beings I’ve ever known. I pretty sure this self-taught voracious reader named Johnnie had a much higher IQ than your average politician in Washington, DC. He was super smart and died way too soon and instantly, of an Aneurysm.

          Final thought. Next time you happen to see someone entering or leaving a recruiting office, or for that matter, a gun store, think about doing a survey. Three questions. How far did you get in school? Do you know what common sense is? Do you have any guestimate what your I.Q. is? Right it down, make me a chart. If you are stupid, and pass the Psych Test, you’re OK for gun ownership. If you are stupid or smart, and you tortured your neighbor’s cat to death when you were 15, guess what, you ain’t getting a firearm. You more than likely failed the Psych Test.

          I got a chuckle tonight, actually 4:15 in the morning, as I was turning off the lights and going to bed, I noticed that I had taped a 8 1/2 by 11 sign next to the A/C thermostat that read, “Turn Off” I did this as a reminder to myself when I go to Los Angeles to visit my kids and grandson, which is usually for at least five days. All lights turned off, and the A/C turned off I jumped in the sack.  In the Summer, here in Phoenix, I try to remember to turn the A/C off because at night, I’m not going to lose much of the cool air, at least for several hours.

          I started to lay down to go to sleep, and thought to myself, at least I haven’t posted a sign in the bathroom above the toilet that reads, “Wipe Ass”. That would be real “Oldtimers” disease. I did find out that I’ll have to tape up a sign in the bedroom that reads, “Turn Living Room Light On” in large easy to read letters, before I have to navigate over to my couch, as I did so this morning just before dawn in the dark, knocking over a half glass of juice onto the carpet. All because I just HAD to write this thought down as a memo on my cell phone. I LOVE the creative writing process.

          Then, once I was finished, I thought I may as well add this to my blog post this morning because at 4:49, I’m still wide awake. I’m not knocking anything over because daylight is streaming past the shutters at 5:30 in the morning. I think I like this post. Ten revisions by 5:30 am.

          One last thought for the day at 6:08 am, “Those of you that are free from sin, cast the first stone please”.

          Strain: “Double Dream”, harvested May 4th, 2016 (I have to remember this strain) Its was a mild, comfortable, hardly high inspiring strain.

          It’s 11 in the morning. After five hours,  I  discover that I should have left the A/C on. When I  turned it off at 5:45 AM, it didn’t take long for the inside temperature to catch up with the outside. Thermostat says 91 degrees. Lesson learned. Usually if I’m not writing, I’m in bed by no later than 9:30 pm and the house stays cool thru the night.

          It’s  interesting to take note that when I finally did  go to bed at 6:00, the arthritic pain in my right hip had receded quite a bit. I believe due to that marvelous strain I vaped last night. Hallelujah!

          And you had thought that you were finally going to bed  at 6:45 in the morning. You reach for and click the switch on the lamp on your nightstand, and turn the frickin light on because you were momentarily fooled by the full on sunlight. You quickly turn the light off and laugh at yourself. You also notice that the medicinal effects of that very good strain have  worn off.

          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:

          TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

           

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

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

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            “Overpopulation” Can you spot Mickey Mouse?

            Starts out with scenes 100 years from now, of certain portions of the world deemed unlivable due to the war to end all wars. World War Three, named for the fact that it only lasted for three hours. The surprise nuclear attack by the United Americas (no longer just the United States) devastated much of China, Russia, and the Middle East. This was a huge factor in combating overpopulation of mankind. The person that pushed the red button? Her last name is Trump (great-great-great-grand daughter of the Donald) how bizarre is that? Yes, women are pretty much in control of things by the year 2116. Not so bizarre. Women choose mostly to artificially inseminate when their number is drawn, and men “Spank the Monkey” mostly for the money, if they are selected. The bar is set pretty high if you want to become a “Donor” with things like, intellect, health, physical attributes, etceteras.

            Humans have learned how to feed more efficiently, with chemicalized food. No longer cooked, (eaten at room temperature) and no longer grown in the ground. Not pills. That’s too “Sci-Fi”. Future food will look real, taste real, but all food will have the same shitty feel as you bite down. In other words, that Filet Mignon you just ordered will have the same feel in your mouth as that Reese’s Peanut Butter cup. I could get used to the funky texture as long as my steak still tasted medium-rare. Thank God that we eventually learned how to replicate raspberries, and spices like garlic. Water rationing is a normal part of life.

            So we have eliminated starvation and famines. One reason for the growth in the world’s population. People are no longer starving to death because we have learned how to manufacture our food quite quickly, and quite inexpensively. Mankind surely could get used to that I guess. Since the whole world has adopted the “one child per couple” law, to help win the war on overpopulation, we all consider life as a very beautiful thing and treat each other kindly.

            Which leads to the other reason the planet has become overpopulated. As we evolve and this kindness towards one another becomes the norm, humankind has finally eliminated war and conflict. No wars, no dying. I think one of the other causative factors in the extinction of war, was the eventual coming together as a people, with a one-world system of government. Oh yeah, and World War Three.

            Just think. With no more wars, we no longer have the need for…….Let’s say it together, “Weapons of War”. Which means that we have evolved to the point, that weapons no longer exist, all except for the two flintlock pistols (single shot) that are protected like the Holy Grail and used in the “A-MAZE-ING Fight” matches. That means no competing stadiums or arenas, because there are only 2 pistols in existence. It is the only WORLDGOV sanctioned “A-MAZE-ING Fight”, and it moves from city to city all across the globe every two years. Just like the World Olympics used to do many generations ago..

            What inspired this post was a few things. The first was something that I heard on a newscast this afternoon. The dude being interviewed stated that (7) million people are born every month on planet Earth. I let that sentence rest for a few hours. Then I opened up my calculator App (you notice I didn’t say I grabbed my calculator, they don’t exist anymore.)  So anyway, I tap in the numbers and equations to get to these numbers. 233,333 births every day, 85 million every year. Through-out known history, every so many years, we have a major war or conflict that helps to reduce the rising world population. Natural disasters help as well. I believe that cataclysmic disasters have wiped the planet clean of all life many times in the last billions of years. Wiped the planet clean except for……

            Wars and natural disasters are not fun. Perhaps we can come up with a spectator sport that would also help to keep our planet from becoming over-populated? Kill two birds with one stone. Create something that will help balance the increasing population, and give people something to bet on, and to satisfy their inborn lust for blood.

            People have been fighting each other for sport ever since the beginning of time. I’m sure that the combatants back in Cave Man days, each had their own sides cheering them on, “Ughh Raggah Daggah!” which translated means, “Kill that Asshole!”.

            It’s interesting to see the evolution of boxing from bare-knuckle in the old days, to modern day boxing with gloves, back to bare-knuckle fighting in backyards, with home-made boxing rings, and amateur as well as professional Mixed Martial Arts matches on prime time TV and pay-per-view filling huge arenas.

            Instead of a MMA cage, how about we put two dudes in a bulletproof thermo-plastic enclosed, lucid maze “box” the size of a football field. The walls and ceiling of the maze itself would be made of this clear, bulletproof thermoplastic, so the two competitors could see each other at all times. Hand each fighter a single-shot Revolutionary War type pistol, a baseball bat and a flyswatter. The dude that walks out of the other end of the glass box, alive, is the winner. You not only can fill the football stadium with paying spectators, the “Pay- Per-View” money would be huge.

            I bet you will ask, “Who’s going to be brave enough to do that?” Convicts with sentences of 25 years or more. United Americas North certainly has the prison population to sustain thousands and thousands of matches. Tell them that not only are they going to be paid millions, they’re going to have their sentences reduced to time served, and their record expunged if they win. The murderers, rapists and pedophiles and republicans would not qualify for this sport.

            Two things this will do. It will slowly reduce the prison population, and it will satisfy our bloodthirsty nature. When you think of it, you could televise these matches 24/7, 365 days a year. Have you ever heard the screaming during a MMA match? “Punch him. Kick his ass!” Kill that  Dude! Rip his head off!” Imagine the audience screaming, “Go left! No, Your other left!” as the spectators are trying to guide their fighter thru the plastic-walled maze. Lots of dead ends, and running into walls, “Go back you idiot and turn right this time!”.

            Halfway through the match, the audience starts screaming, “Let loose the flies” as the Fly Handlers start pumping millions of Horse Flies into the maze from both ends. The convicts, excuse me, “contestants”, know that they not only have to get close to each other, they have to make sure there’s no bulletproof sections of plastic between them when they shoot their pistol.

            If one dude shoots and misses, it could be all over, unless the other dude misses as well. Then, what you have left, is two dudes with a baseball bat, a flyswatter, and empty pistols. If you shoot first and miss, and decide to try to run back to the beginning of the maze, that would be entertaining in itself. Imagine the dude banging into the almost invisible walls and swatting at the flies, as he’s trying to retreat. The audience yelling at him, “Don’t give up that way”, or,  ”Watch out for the ”flies”.

            You see, this dude has two choices. Face his opponent and pray that he’s a lousy shot also, and hope that you do better with your bat than he does, and maybe live. If you do live, but you chicken out and make it back to the beginning of the maze without getting shot, they catch you in a net and put you back in prison to serve out the rest of your “25 to life” sentence. There would be plenty of action, a chase scene, perhaps some romance, as the next two contestants have conspired to try to escape instead of play the game. One dude gets netted right from the start. The other contestant, the hero of the story, escapes and a pursuit by the authorities is on.

            What got me thinking about the futuristic sport, i.e., my other inspiration, was a documentary that was on tonight called, appropriately, “Backyard Dawgs”. It’s worth watching, if just to get the gist of what I am saying. In a mostly black, impoverished suburb, men are fighting bare-knuckled, bloodying each other up, and literally knocking each other’s teeth out. One dude lost a gold tooth, and someone in the crowd found it and gave it back to him. Brutal. How far did that gold tooth fly?

            So, do the math, use your calculator App. Average match lasts 45 minutes. Add 15 minutes for commercials. They are run 24/7 which is 24 matches a day (24 winners, 24 losers a day). Out of the 24 losers, 20 die by gunshot wound or baseball bat. That is a reduction of 7,300 people in the worlds population every year. It could work. Point of my story. Can we learn to NOT fight? Can we lose our appetite for violence and blood? Lets’ just see how we evolve. Will our innate hunger for violence and blood evolve in the wrong direction? Just how blood-thirsty do we want to get?

            If it was me 100 years from now, I would prefer that we were less violent, but still enjoyed the “A-MAZE-ING” show. For the right reasons.  Reducing our prison population, keeping population growth manageable, and for the sport of it.

            Strain: “Gone Nuclear” harvested January 8th 2116

            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:

            TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

             

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

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

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              Bazookas and Shoulder-Held Rocket Launchers versus the Deer Hunter with a lifetime membership in the NRA

              If REAL lovers of killing animals, wither for the “thrill” of it, like sport hunters (trophy hunters) or for the hunters who actually eat what they kill. There are the hunters that shoot a deer not just for the “Joy” of the kill, but also for the delicious food that Bambi’s father provides to them (or venison jerky, like my cousin Barry sent to me ONE time, hint, hint).

              Here’s the if. A “Real” hunter will tell you that they prefer to hunt a deer with a single-shot rifle, hence the name “Deer” rifle. A vast majority of them will be using a scope however. Which I’m okay with as long as they understand that a “Really Real” hunter will use a single shot rifle WITHOUT a scope. The “Really Really Real” hunters will be using a Bow and Arrow, or maybe even a musket, which I have mentioned before in an earlier post.

              deer-caught-in-headlights

              Single shot from a scope-less rifle. If you miss, that deer just disappeared so quickly, you don’t  know if that 12-point buck ran right or left. That’s part of the “sport” or challenge of it. Obviously, if you are not a real hunter, and you are sitting in that deer stand with an AR-15 semi-automatic weapon, and you missed with the first pull of the trigger, you still have a chance of killing that deer with a few more pulls of the trigger, you know, (bang bang bang bang bang, said quickly).

              The ultimate in “Hunting”, is to draw back your bow, letting one arrow go. lf you happen to be a lousy shot, and missed with your first arrow and hit a tree standing behind that huge buck, there is some potential that buck will still be standing there, staring at you because all it heard was a slight swoosh or swish, as the arrow went behind and over it’s head.

               (U.S. Air Force photo)
              (U.S. Air Force photo)

              ”Target” range dudes. It’s more or less their hobby. Go to a target range. Walk up to the first redneck you find firing his assault style weapon. Ask him when he last went “Deer” hunting. If you happen to be at a range that is nowhere near a deer hunting state, ask him to show you his ”Deer” license or permit. That redneck, bus driver, doctor or lawyer, that waitress or school teacher, police officer or future terrorist, will give you similar stories.

              “Oh, I want to be prepared to fight off the enemy, both foreign and domestic.” Another common response is just stating, “The second amendment gives me the “Right” to own this AR-15″. When they say that, you respond by saying that you hear that they are going to make Bazookas and Rocket Launchers legal. Is that what our founding fathers intended? I don’t think so. Give everybody a musket.

              No matter how good you are at hitting a target with a semi-semi-automatic rifle, you are not going to be able to compete in the Olympics. Shooters trying to win the Gold Medal are shooting a single bullet. The majority of the citizens want a ban on assault weapons. Our lawmakers need to follow what the majority of us are asking them to do.

              I wish to take it a step further. Ban all clips that hold more than three rounds, INCLUDING pistols. The likelihood of a Bad Guy trying to rob a bar with a three-bulleted semi-automatic pistol is pretty remote, especially if all the patrons in the bar have their own pistols, and they’re not semi-automatic three-shooters, they’re six-shooters, “revolvers”. What about the revolvers, i.e., six-shooters you ask?

              Why limit the semi-automatic pistols to only three bullets, and not change the revolvers? Who would want a semi-automatic pistol if the clip could only hold three bullets? Basically, by limiting the number of bullets that can be fired before reloading, you decrease the amount of deaths and wounded, and increase the number of survivors. Of course, there also has to be a change in our way of thinking, about a lot of things.

              All of the assault weapons that function in a similar way to the original AR-15 (M-16) invented by the late Eugene Morris Stoner, Jim Sullivan and Bob Fremont at the firearms manufacturer Armalite in the late 1950’s, was originally designed to hold a twenty round clip.  Now the arms manufacturers are designing weapons to hold as many rounds as possible. Twenty, thirty-round capacity clips, forty-round clips that can be duck-taped together to afford the quickest possible reloads.

              This is beyond our founding fathers wildest dreams, as their intent was, via the second amendment was to allow all the citizens to carry a single-shot pistol and have a, guess what? A single-shot………Musket! Give them bazookas and rocket launchers too!

              For that dude looking to kill that elephant with whatever kind of rifle he has, give him a spear. Let’s see who lives. I think the odds are 50/50 that the elephant could win against one spear. That’s why the hunters of  our not so distant past and our prehistoric relatives, hunted large prey with packs of hunters. Okay. That’s kind of harsh. Instead of a spear, give that hunter a musket, and plenty of powder, and bags and bags of lead balls. If that hunter is a crack shot, the elephant has less chance of winning.  The shooter that is so bad, he couldn’t hit the road with a rocket-launcher, even if he was aiming down, is going to get trampled to death.

              I’ve got a suggestion for all the War-Mongers. Let’s teach chimpanzees to operate, at least in the beginning, “Fully Automatic” assault weapons. Once we have our distant cousins trained to fire and reload the weapons (costing us millions of bananas), and we go to war somewhere, we can drop the chimps out of airplanes over the enemy. Yes, we have to teach them to remove their parachute harness when they hit the ground.

              Now that makes as much sense as you NEEDING a semi-automatic assault weapon with a twenty-round clip to go deer hunting, rabbit hunting, or any other kind of hunting. As far as protecting your home and loved ones, how many families really want a weapon meant for killing our enemies during wartime, in their home? Well I suppose. If your neighbor has a bazooka, you gotta have a rocket-launcher. Again I say. Give everybody a musket.

              I think there is a healthy portion of National Rifle Association (NRA) members who are real hunters,  who will agree that they really don’t need an assault weapon to go deer hunting, or varmint hunting. I suspect, if they did an honest survey, they would discover that the vast majority of NRA members have never shot a deer, or any other animal. That vast majority of members fall in a category which include the target tin-can shooters,  the far right-wing militias and the nut that wants to see how many people are going to die before he sees his 97 virgins, or whatever number they have been told their going to get.

              It just seems senseless to me that people have to have a weapon meant for war, no matter how it physically looks. Let’s design the next assault rifle to look like you’re holding a furry little bunny rabbit in your hands, thirty-round clips and all. Bottom line, I was a NRA member when I was a kid. I had to take a course and pass a test. I was proud of my membership in the NRA. The organization was different before the invention of assault weapons. It was all about gun safety with simpler weapons.

              It’s still about gun safety and education today, it’s just the “RIFLE” in NRA has changed dramatically. Think about it! A great commercial for the ban of assault weapons is a video of a father, son, and grandfather during deer season, tracking a deer the old fashioned way. Opening scene. They are crouching behind trees, and the grandfather looks back at the camera and says, “I taught my son the proper handling and use of a deer rifle when he was a kid, and he’s passing that education onto his son”.

              View in the camera switches to the huge 14-point buck in the distance, snorting the cold November air. View of the father, looking into the camera, as he says, “We wouldn’t own a semi-automatic rifle, even if they were free”.

              Last view in the camera, the grandfather and grandson holding the massive buck’s head up while the father takes a picture with his cell phone, and the grandson say’s, “I’m proud to be a member of the National Rifle Association, and so glad for everything I have learned about being a good  hunter and safe rifleman”.

              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:

              TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

               

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

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

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                Reflect on Memorial Day, why it’s not a “Happy” day

                 

                This was originally posted Memorial Day 2016, and I re-post it every year.

                We place flags on graves and remember the “Brave”  who have given their lives for their country. In other words, you are NOT going to be “Memorialized” until you’re dead. Of course we appreciate our military men & woman who are still living, from the limbless Marine propped up in a wheelchair, to the veterans both male & female who have come home with the hidden injury we call PTSD. We honor and thank you particular folks on “Veterans Day”. Please understand, I don’t “celebrate” therefore I don’t say, “Happy” Memorial Day! I swear, I did not steal that from an old George Carlin routine.

                Tonight, the day before Memorial Day, I was watching the UFC fights live on television from Las Vegas. I noticed that the two or three fighters who mentioned the holiday during their victory speeches, saying “Happy Memorial Day”,  were speaking to “Living” military folks who have come back from a conflict injured and uninjured i.e., the Middle East.  ”God Bless our Troops” people say, as they wave their miniature flags at the soldiers walking in the Memorial Day parade. The only symbol we have left is if the news show pictures of soldiers planting flags next to the headstone in a military cemetery. Headstone. Sort of a slang term for a, wait for it”…………..a “Monument”, something made from a material that won’t rot and blow away. Granite.

                Although I admit that for most of my life, it’s just been another holiday that gives me a three-day weekend, I was really struck by the fact that most people will include the living veterans when they are remembering the military dead. Ask the parents who have given sons and daughters who they think of on Memorial Day. If you are a Veteran, you are still alive! As I was growing up, Memorial Day was fun. Even when we were planting flags next to the graves at church on Sunday for Memorial Day. I was scolded one day for taking a flag from a soldiers grave. He was ninety when he died, and wanted to be buried next to his wives ( Mormon soldier). Pretty fancy monument with an Angel on top.

                Mom caught me pushing the General’s little flag into the ground at my sisters grave. I went and stuck it back in where I found it. That I was scolded isn’t entirely correct. My mother explained the true reason for Memorial Day. Remember, we didn’t have  60″ Televisions and Facebook when I was growing up. As I grew older, I always remembered and took to heart how we should honor the millions of people who have given their lives for their country. Veterans Day we do honor the living. Those that have come back home with injuries, and those who came back unscathed. Maybe today’s generation needs to be educated. Maybe we should have a ”Wounded Veterans” day? For those of us that survived a war and came home, Memorial Day is the day we honor and remember our buddies that didn’t make it home alive.

                Memorial Day is not supposed to be a happy day. It’s not supposed to be a sad day either, except for the parent or child of someone who has made the ultimate sacrifice. If you have a normal experience of memorializing a loved one, you also remember the happy times, as you watch home movies or look through family photo albums. People who have lost a loved one, can laugh as well as grieve. For the rest of us, that’s all of the people that did not lose a loved one, it should be a day of solemn reflection, honoring all military who have died during war.  Just don’t confuse Easter with Christmas. Think about it. The memorial holiday was created to remember and honor the fallen, i.e., to memorialize those that were killed in battle.

                Although as a veteran, if you die at 98 Years old, you can be buried in a military cemetery. I think that should be changed. They should only bury soldiers who have died in combat or as a result of their wounds, in military cemeteries. Even if you are wounded in any way but live to be ninety, you should be buried in a civilian cemetery. The government should provide that same simple white headstone that you would have received for your government burial. Your family could use the simple white monument, a really fancy one that costs thousands, or both. The Veterans Administration would also cover the cost of the civilian cemetery plot.

                Don’t worry veterans, we will remember and honor you when you die. On Veterans Day. Not, Memorial Day. If you are still breathing, we will shake your hand, honor and thank you for your service and sacrifice, on Veterans Day.

                So, along with those surviving parents and children, let’s all remember our fallen heroes. If you give your life for your country, no matter how fucked up war is, you are our heroes.

                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,

                Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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