Author: Hippie Tom

For my own “Patting Myself On The Back” routine, I think SOMETIMES, I come up with the best (ok, cleverest) image and title that is totally different from my original farcecrap posting of the exact same story.

The reason I purposely try to do that, is because if I used the same image that I used for my farcecrap post, my friends and others that MAY have actually read it, would naturally think my website post is the same when they come across my posting, that is the “Link” to the story as posted on my website…..That “I’ve read this already” kind of moment. I WANT folks to visit my website, and I purposely use farcecrap as a means of getting folks to actually go there. Then when they DO “Click” on the link, thinking it’s a completely different story, and they begin reading, and they have that “I’ve read this already” kind of moment, perhaps they will stick around my website and read other schtick. So, for those that read this far, and DID have that “Been there, done that” kind of moment, stick around and check out the almost six years of writing on my website that has accumulated over a million visits from 181 countries (at last count) so far. For those that did not read my original farcecrap posting, please read on, as I think you’ll like this one. Thanks!

Here’s the Meme posted by Brigette Arias to the farcecrap “Group” ATHEISM SWARM  that inspired my essay  (that originally was my “comment” on the farcecrap her post).

True Story. Forty years ago, during the second or third redux of the Evangelical movement in 125 years or so, first regurgitating amongst the non-denominal group, then the Holy Roller portion of the protestants, and then eventually the Catholics, jumped on board the “Crazy Train”.

I personally knew several pastors/evangelists who would interrupt their semen, whoops, “Sermon”, and start literally, talking to god, “YES GOD! I HEAR YOU. NO, I HAVEN’T SPANKED THE MONKEY TODAY. MARY’S FINE. YES, I’LL TELL HER THAT YOU SAID HELLO……WHAT! WE’RE GOING TO BUILD THAT WING ON THE PARSONAGE NOW? WOW GOD! THANK YOU!…..Then the Pastor would like, snap out of it, face the audience (congregation) and say, “WELL, YOU HEARD IT MY DEAR BROTHERS & SISTERS, STRAIGHT FROM GOD TO MY EARS ONLY! GOD WANTS US ALL TO WRITE A BIG CHECK SO WE CAN BUILD THAT NEW ADDITION ONTO THE PARSONAGE”. Actually, it’s a 1,500 square-foot addition onto the existing MASTER-BEDROOM SUITE THAT’S ALREADY THERE.

I knew many personally because back in the day, I was a gospel singer. Young and dumb, I really tried hard to believe these assholes. I sang because I was fairly good at it, and enjoyed the accolades and worship myself, made a little extra spending money, met some chicks, life was good.

FYI, at the time I was teaching “Voice” in Junior College, eventually blew off a scholarship to Juilliard and stayed in Nashville instead. I was driving to NYC from California and stopped in Nashville to visit friends, and ended up staying. Point of explaining all that is to say, I was good enough for them (the evangelicals), so I sang.

It wasn’t long after that, that I realized what a scam all religions are, in one way or another. The ONLY scam that I applaud is the idea behind the founding of a particular “Church” by L. Ron Hubbard. What a FUCKING GENIUS that dude was! Here’s a dude that could not sell a book to a blind drunk thinking it was a bottle of 125-year-old Scotch instead of a book.

Just imagine, there he is, moping around as usual, and the proverbial lightbulb came on, “Shit all I write are shitty science-fiction novels. I think I’ll use my science fiction shit to start a new religion and call it….wait for it……SCIENTOLOGY! What a fucking genius! ANYWAY, in conclusion in my rather lengthy response to the Meme, “Only fools believe the foolish, and talking to “GOD” is about as foolish as it gets”. – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

P. S. If you are interested in reading more of my schtick (wind range of subjects), go to my website at tcsblog “dot” “net”. Thanks!

The image I used was from “God Told Me To” (released in some theatrical markets as Demon) is a 1976 science fiction/horror film written and directed by Larry Cohen.

I love the interaction/discussion/texting when I’m playing Texas Hold-‘Em Poker online. I only play the “Free” chips games. Clubwpt is the best, try it sometime. My “Handle” is DOCTCS.

Today, I had a comfortable stack, third from leader, and there was what we call, a “Donk” sitting to my left. Sitting to my left means that I always bet before him.

I’m a patient, conservative player. I will most of the time, fold, until I happen to catch great hole-cards. Every hand, this Donk on my left would raise before the flop. Not a minimum raise which will get most players that have something they want to see a flop for, and calling, including myself, but a huge pre-flop raise, which DOES get 90% of the players to fold. So, the Donk drags over just the blinds sometimes, depending on his position, sometimes he actually gets lucky and wins a big pot.

Now, I’ve been playing on the same website for a long time. On this website, I’ve made a lot of friends. Like ANY other gaming website that has the chat feature, you “Chat” with other players, especially the players that you run into at a whatever table you happen to sit in on.

That was the case today. There were several players that I recognized, and one in particular that I have always chatted with, and became friends with over time. When Sam87 joined the table, I gave her a heads-up on who the good players were (there were two). I ALSO warned her about the one and only Donk at this 9-player table.

I had eaten a small piece of one of my Chocolate “Edibles”, so I was starting to get the munchies. Since I was third from chip leader, I was okay with leaving the table and banking, to maybe return later.

Sam and other players that know me, know when I say, “DOG IS TELLING ME HE NEEDS TO GO FOR A WALK”, I’m departing the table soon. Then, after catching really great hole-cards, like Pocket Rockets (AA) or whatever, I’ll say, “WHOOPS! TOO LATE! THE DOG JUST PISSED ON MY SLIPPERS”. My friends know that means two things. (1) I’m sticking around for a few more hands, and (2) I probably have great hole cards, hahahaha.

Then, a few hands later, I tell my friends, “OKAY, ONE MORE BUTTON“ which means I want to wait until I have the “Button: one more time before I leave the table.

Now, remembering what I told you about the Donk to my left, always betting after me with outrageous pre-flop bets, I had him all figured out after watching this Donk play for about 25 minutes or so.

I was on that last button before cashing out and leaving to get my munchies and a tumbler of my world-famous French-Pressed Coffee with Hazelnut Creamer and a small scoop of Chocolate Ice Cream.

Since I had the “Button”, the Donk was in the Small Blind position, which is second to last in the bidding order. A few players had folded, five players had anted up, before it was my turn to put in my ante.

The players that know me, know that I NEVER raise before the flop. I went ALL-IN!! Hahaha!! Guess what the Donk did? He called my all-in bet. Everyone else folded.

There have been many times when I know that win or lose, I’ll do a “Donk” and risk losing all my chips on a “Last Hand” effort just for the Halibut, or just tag along with minimum calling effort. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose. It’s free chips, so I don’t really care, because my “Bank” is 1,000% higher than when I first played on this website.

On those last-hands, it doesn’t matter what my hole-cards are, good, great, or shitty, I play whatever I’m dealt. THIS last all-in hand I had the worst two cards in poker. I had a 9-2 off-suit.

Sure enough as Godiva is my witness, the flop was two nines and a duck (2). In poker lingo, I had what is called, the “Nuts” or “Nut Hand”. I took ALL the Donk’s chips. Afterwards, I told my friends, “I JUST WANTED TO TEACH THE DONK A LITTLE LESSON IN ODDS”. The Donk typed, “it’s 50/50 on all flops”.

I saw his response right after I had left the table. Here’s the point of my story. Had I NOT left the table, I would have said, “THAT, WAS NOT THE ODDS I WAS TALKING ABOUT”. THE ODDS I WAS REFERRING TO WAS BECAUSE OF YOUR PLAY. I KNEW THAT THE ODDS WERE THAT YOU WOULD CALL MY ALL-IN BET, HAHAHAHAHA” YES, THE PRE-FLOP ODDS ARE 50/50. I JUST GOT EXTREMELY LUCKY ON THE FLOP AND CLEANED YOU OUT! HAHAHAHAHA”.

If I’m lucky, perhaps I’ll run into this Donk again sometime. Hahahahaha!

 

 

You know that ONE person that not only THINKS he is a “Tech Savvy” dude, (not quite “Computer Geekish”) and in a few, just a few technology arenas, he IS a Matador, like in Photoshop or Social Media. In the majority of the various technologies, he’s really not even a novice, (I hate to use the words “Idiot” or “Buffoon”, because I’m speaking of myself.

I learned something new today that I should have known ten or fifteen years ago? I just finished setting up my new iPhone13 this morning. Nothing much has changed in all those years as far as “Tapping” on a few buttons and LO AND BEHOLD, I’ve made the text size BOLDER so I can read the stuff I type and receive, and everything ON my screen is BOLDER and easier to read!

Had I known that amazing technology ten to fifteen years ago, I wouldn’t have been complaining every time I got the newest technology cellphone, ”Ya, these phones are great, but I wish that someday, they would make the “Type/Font” size larger, bolder, so I can read it easier”.

Funny thing about all this, I’m thinking about the various conversations over the years when the general subject of cellphones came up. I guess everyone that has heard me complain over the years about this “Type/Font” size issue, add up to maybe 100 people…..ALL of them were “Idiots” or “Buffoons”? Otherwise, had any of them been “Tech Savvy”, they would have told me the extremely simple steps of making the “Type/FONT” on my cellphone easier to read. My educated guess is that 80 out of the 100 people or so, WAS just as ignorant as I was.

Another funny observation. Out of those hundred or so people that have heard me ask the type/font size question, over the years, many of them were not friends, they were just in the group or crowd of people trying to get a word in edgewise.

I’m a pretty good judge of a stranger’s character even if they don’t speak, just from observing them, looking at their demeanor, and their eyes, so I can safely say that at least 50% of that 20% of them were assholes because they KNEW, and didn’t tell me the

aforementioned simple procedure to change shit on my phone. The other 50% of the 20% of them really WANTED to tell this old fart, this not so techie buffoon that I am, the simplicity of changing the aforementioned “Text/Font” size, BUT, they couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

 

Here’s an old but true cliche. “Our eyes are the windows to our Soul”. Clearly, this is when another human looks into our eyes, really looks, and if they REALLY look, they can observe who we REALLY are as a person. If we are kind and compassionate towards others and everything else on our planet, we will see it in that other person’s eyes. So, when another person really looks into our eyes and they “See”, recognize goodness, they feel comfortable, not fear, or anger, or some other negative emotion.

Likewise, if we look into the eyes of an “Evil (bad)” person, most of the time, most people will say to themselves, “This is ONE evil motherfucker”. Then there are the eyes, that with just glance at them, those eyes tell you that the crazy-eyed dude talking to you is 100% genuinely fucking nuts.

Yes, the “Eyes ARE the Windows to the Soul. Tonight I had one of my continuations of thought with the help of a little bit of Cannabis. In the reverse, our eyes are ALSO like a “Camera/Recorder” witnessing the “The Good, the Bad/Evil, and the Downright Fucking Crazy” of this world we are living in.

In other words, instead of someone gazing into OUR eyes and REALLY seeing OUR inner “Soul/Spirit, our outward gaze with our “Eyes” are the “Camera of the Soul”…..and how we respond to the images our “Camera” sees, ALSO tells others around us what are inner spirit is all about.

What pics are you taking with your “Soul’s Camera?” Do you see suffering and feel compassion or some other positive reaction? Like when we “SEE” the people, mostly children dying every day from starvation in Yemen and other places around the world, most people DO feel the compassion, empathy, concern, etcetera. That’s because, and it’s just my own belief, that people are born good, not born evil. Evil is not something that’s part of the package when we are born.

I believe that “Evil” is a learned attribute and in many cases, are in the certifiably “Crazy” category along with being “Evil/Bad”, in other words, mentally, not normal, “Crazier than a dog in a hubcap factory”. I know I MAY get some flak for that belief. The religious types would not agree with me on this because they are still clinging to the bullshit idea that we were “born sinful”.

Then there are the “Nuttier than a port­a ­potty at a peanut festival” people, like my step-father. About seventeen years or so after he had beat my mother to death, he and I sat in McArthur Park in Los Angeles eating McDonald’s, as I had purposely searched for, and found him.

Found him not to take revenge, although as an adult and for most of the seventeen years I had sworn that if I ever saw him again that I would kill him with my bare hands. I found him to tell him that I forgave him, although his mind was so far gone, I didn’t say the words. My HEART expressed it. Point is, when I looked into his “Eyes” that day, I KNEW that I was looking at a person who was too far gone mentally. He actually asked, “How is Evie doing?” Evie was my mother’s nickname.

Then there are the “Evil-Eyed” folks. What do you think they feel when they “See” the news stories about people being killed every day in Palestine, or many other places around the world? What do those evil people see? They don’t “See” the starving and the misery. They don’t see the misfortunes of others; all they see is themselves. And it’s not about fame, or social status, or success, or lack thereof, or anything else. I have met my fair share of truly evil/bad people in my life, and they cover the entire spectrum of people.

What pics are you taking with your “Soul’s Camera?” Do you see suffering and feel compassion or some other positive reaction? If you are indifferent, you need help. If you are indifferent and go out of your way to hurt others, you are “Evil/Bad” and your time is coming. Many of the people that are in this category go to their graves that way and escape justice, but just as many are punished for their “Evil/Badness”.

It’s hard defining “Evil”. Evil certainly exists. The religiosity of “Good versus Evil”, the “God/Good” versus the “Satan/Evil” aspect, and then there is the simple recognition that there will ALWAYS be the “Good, the Bad, and the Bat-Shit Crazy. Gee, call me an optimist, I like to believe that there are an overwhelming, (and has always been), number of people that ARE “Good” compared to the “Evil” ones, which of whom always seem to be those that are the “Functioning Psychopath Overlords/Puppet Masters” that wreak havoc on our planet. Complacency is on a rapid decline so I fully and optimistically believe that “Good” will eventually overcome “Evil”.

I wrote this on my cellphone just after my “Eyesight/Vision” had returned to normal after a migraine, AND after a few “Willys” on the pipe. So, if this post gives YOU a headache, take a pill, smoke a bowl or joint, and chill.

 

I want to nip something in the bud, make it absolutely clear, as an Atheist, I REALLY don’t care! When I say that to a religious person that has been offended by one of my posts, offended to the point of anger, that person’s rudeness and anger in response proves my point.

 

If you ask me the simple question, “What DO you believe in?”, my answer is just as simple, “Nothing…..Other than the Golden Rule”, which principles, i.e., fundamental truth, far too many religious folks fall far short of, and even ignore.

As an Atheist, I still feel love, compassion, and empathy for all people regardless of their beliefs that surely differ from mine. I still believe in “Freedom of Religion”, and do not oppose any religiosity, whatever floats their boat (or Ark). 

However, I do appreciate the same freedom NOT to believe in anything. So, if you are moved by some emotional or mental health issues to respond in a rude and angry way, like one dude did today, all I can say in response is, “I don’t care”. I DO care for that individual and feel a natural compassion and empathy for him, I just don’t give a flying fuck about his rude and accusatory comments, or his opposition to my posts, and I certainly have no inclination born out of emotional distress or anger to prove ANYTHING. If a religious person were to tell me I’m going to hell unless I accept their “God”, guess what? Since I do not believe there IS a “Heaven” or a “Hell”, I DON’T CARE! And, that’s the end of the discussion.

Here’s a portion of the dude’s comments “Italicised” My responses are in “BOLD” type:

that’s why he is here being a preacher, a terrible one, but a preacher no less.

His sermons are weak and intend to divide.

In his header he says he is optimistic.

My response? Preacher? I don’t claim to be a “Preacher”, I’m just sharing my thoughts and what I believe, which I have a right to do, that’s all. Sermon? Thanks for the compliment, I have never considered my writing to be “Sermonistic” in nature. Intended to divide? What a joke. The world’s “Religions” have divided mankind for at least the 2,300 years or so, of the Age of Pisces. History shows us that over the past 2,300 years or so,  “Religions” have divided, and killed more of our species than any one other phenomenon or activity. Optimist? YES! I AM an optimist!

“He don’t care”, then why is he here doing what he does?

He only cares that people drift away from the truth the way and the life.

He has no concerns for where information comes from/ originated.

And if he wasn’t here misleading the herd so careful, he could actually learn something.

He could learn how to correlate the messages, but that is not his aim.

His goal is to create divisions and bash the billions of people standing in the streets against the dirty politicians. What a foolish thing to say, to say that I’m “Bashing” billions of people…..”Dirty Politicians”, They ALL are guilty. I guess you would have to label me as an “Anarchist” of sorts, although I have my own definition of that word. In the USA, the two major political parties are two wings of the same bird, in this case a Vulture, owned and manipulated by the elite/cabal and bankers/zionists, and the military-industrial complex. Eisenhower DID warn us. Our guberment here in the USA starting going to hell in a hand-basket back in the 1950’s and certainly escalated the shit-show when they murdered JFK. So, don’t even think of engaging in a conversation with me about “Politics”, you will lose.

Discredit billions of good people, because he can’t put two and two together.

So lost in his own thoughts and conclusions, that only his version should be listened to.

Because his goal is to divide the people, I haven’t unfriended him. This statement is so ridiculous, it defies all logic.

I hope many others can see through his bullshit.

It’s why he is so busy with all these other groups posting this crap and has no time to respond to the people interacting with him here.

He don’t know why cows shit patties and horses shit clumps when they both eat the same thing, yet he feels qualified to speak about God, when he doesn’t know about shit.

I hope to inspire many more to make a stand against crap like this. Good luck with that!

If he don’t care, this won’t offend him. I’m not in the least bit offended.

He won’t mind this opposing view. I DON’T CARE, so I don’t mind!

He won’t mind me persuading people to view this absurdity. Good luck with that.

“He don’t care”; God is much harsher on preachers and I would imagine not many listen to his preaching and that why he has to push it so far and wide.

Hope he sees some signs of this soon, as long as he is here misguiding the herd. I’ll be here making sense to the herd of his mistakes. HIS HERD? Of what? Sheeple? Hahahahaha.

I’d guess he won’t like that and would assume his opposition would be silenced.

We shall see if he allows me to stay here and argue against his thoughts and assumptions (in this post he made). Of course you can stay, I’m enjoying your rude comments believe it or not, as they have inspired me to write this “Nip it in the Bud” article, which I hope you read.

My final response to all the preceding? I love being inspired. As far as the person who inspired my “Nip It In The Bud” essay, and anyone else that gets their panties in an uproar over my writing, chill, take a pill, smoke a joint, whatever…….You are NOT going to win any debates with me because I JUST DON’T CARE!  WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT (OR ARK).

 

Tonight my roommate Paul and I were sitting on the front porch shooting the shit, sharing a few bong loads…..well, maybe it was five, I can’t remember. I happen to be wearing a T-Shirt that was the starting point and inspiration for my Steve Garvey Story. The T-Shirt that I was wearing was my Minnesota Twins World Series Championship T-Shirt from 1991 when the Twins won the World Series. Paul inquired about the T-Shirt so I stood up so he could see the front of my shirt clearly.

Paul: I see that you are wearing a new shirt I haven’t see you wearing before……

Me: (Standing up) Oh, this is the T-Shirt celebrating the Minnesota Twins winning the World Series in 1991. The Twins gave me serial number 1 for singing the National Anthem for that final series winning game……

Paul: You sang the National Anthem? Wow….at a World Series?! I knew from other stories that you were a singer; I remember you had briefly mentioned singing at Dodger Stadium”.

Me: Just kidding. A cousin of mine from Minnesota sent it to me for Christmas that year. I DID do the anthem at Dodger Stadium and it’s an interesting story that will surprise you in an unexpected way. It’s what I call my “Steve Garvey Story”, so this story is not titled “I sang the National Anthem at Dodger Stadium” story. Here’s why.

It’s kinda interesting, how I managed to be invited to do the National Anthem in the first place. A vendor of mine at that time had a daughter that worked for the Dodger’s front office. My vendor Bob, knew that I sang pretty good because he and I and a few other friends would do the Karaoke thing once in a while. I reckon I’ve always had a singing “Voice” that was recognised by others. At five-years-old I sang “We Three Kings of Orient are, tried to smoke, a Rubber Cigar” in church at Christmastime”, taught “Voice” in Junior College, and did a little singing in Nashville when I was a young man. One day he asked me if I had any interest in maybe singing at a Dodger game sometime. I responded with curious excitement, “Well, I think that would be awesome. Why do you ask?” Bob then explained about his daughter working for the Dodgers front office and said that he had mentioned me to his daughter Susan at dinner a few nights earlier. All Susan needed was a Demo on a cassette tape. I gave Bob a tape within that week, and a week later, I think it was late May or early June, I received a call from the Dodgers, and a date was set for me to sing a few months later. August 13^th, 1981. That was the day that I will never forget. I sang the National Anthem that day, and met most of the Dodger players and the team Manager Tommy Lasorda, coaches, and other staff.

My son Tommy was just a few days past his one year birthday, so here we were, my wife Trudy, my son, and myself. Trudy and Tommy were seated in a section in the stands behind Homeplate that was reserved for all the players wives. Trudy was sitting with Steve Garvey’s wife Cyndy, and all the other player’s wives. After the anthem I would eventually take a seat with Trudy and Tommy to watch the game. Later, my wife would share with me how she had held Tommy up to see me singing, and just before I started singing, she exclaimed with much exuberance, “Look Tommy! There’s your daddy! He’s going to be singing our National Anthem!” Knowing my wife at the time, I’m sure she screamed it out loud enough that folks in Torrance could hear her, hahahahaha. Good for her. It was a proud moment for her. I should have bought her one of those battery-operated megaphones.

I had what’s called a “Dugout Pass”. It basically let me go anywhere in the stadium. I was escorted under the bleachers eventually ending up under the centerfield bleachers/seats. I noticed that as my escort and I were getting close to the center of the centerfield area under the outfield seats, there were about 50 to 60 people, adults and kids, gathered along a line just before that part of the stadium where the thirty foot wide double field gates were, the gates that were the entry/exit point for the vehicles and large equipment. The gates that would be opened for me to walk out to the microphone in deep center field. Those 50 to 60 people were there every game, seeking autographs from whomever big star or celebrity that had just sang the anthem, like a Tom Jones, Cher, Elvis, etcetera.

Now, the way the Dodger management did the anthem singer bookings is this. 90% of the year/season, it was a major star/celebrity that sang, and those were booked well in advance for the entire year/season. The other 10%, was what they called “Public” bookings. 99% of the “Public” bookings were generally small groups, like the “Singing Cadavers” Barber-Shop Quartet from some retirement “Old Folks” home in Pasadena, or a bunch of Girl Scouts from Hawaii, or whatever. That 1%, was THE only, solo gig that year in the “Public” category, and that was me. It was not common to just let anybody, any dude like me, sing the National Anthem. What an absolute honor and thrill it was.

At that time, there was a Dodger second-baseman named Steve Sax. My last name is Saxe. Remember all those fanatics under the centerfield bleachers? They could not see the huge screen over centerfield where a live shot of me was played with my name “Tom Saxe” as I was about to sing. All those dedicated autograph seekers could only “Hear” my name when Vin Scully announced, “Now here to sing our National Anthem is….Tom Saxe”…..(booming applause). Now, the folks in the stadium that COULD see the giant TV, SAW my last name had an “E” on the end of it, making me NOT Steve Sax’s brother. All those dedicated fans waiting for celebrities to sing and come back by them in the tunnel every week? They only “Heard” my last name, and assumed that I was Steve Sax’s brother. Of course, they’re going to want my autograph. I was Steve Sax’s brother. Who knows if it might be worth a lot of money some day.

After doing a pretty good job with the anthem, as I was escorted back and through this crowd of 50 to 60 fans, I think I signed my “Autograph” for at least 35 people, more or less. I purposely signed my name, “TOM SAX”, hahahahahahaha. That was the comedic nature I had back then that I continue to enjoy today. I purposely wanted all those people to continue believing that I was Steve Sax’s brother and hold that autograph of mine dear to their hearts. I think it would have been a huge disappointment for them and myself if I had tried to explain that I was not related to Steve Sax, that there was an “E” at the end of MY “SAX”. They may have shown their disappointment by a lack of enthusiasm, if not downright saying, “Who the fuck are you?”, So, I signed my name, TOM SAX, just like Vin Scully had announced it, with a silent “E”. Over the years, some people have mispronounced my last name and made the “E” like a separate part of two words, TOM SAX-EEE, as it would sound.

After getting through the crowd, my escort and I eventually ended up in the bleacher section where my wife and son were. Alice, my escort had suggested that we first go up in the bleachers to get Tommy, before heading for the dugout for the photo-op part. How awesome was that? I’m now in the Dodger dugout getting their autographs, posing for photos with several of the Dodger players. That’s where all the celebrities would go to get their photo-op with the players. I was doing the same. Photos, and chatting with the players prior to the start of the game.

It was great, like I said, something in my life that I did that I will never forget, and tonight, I’m writing this story to share publicly for the first time. God knows that over the years since, I have verbally shared this story probably hundreds of times with friends. Tommy’s friends, my daughter’s friends, and anyone that brought up the subject in a hotel bar because I used to travel a lot for business back in the day.

Here’s where the “Steve Garvey” part of the story begins. If you are old enough to remember that era, you will remember that during that period of time, you never heard one bad thing about ANY sports figures, baseball, football, basketball, golf, tennis, swimming or professional basket weavers. They were ALL just wonderful examples of human beings that were role-models that our kids could look up to and emulate, that most adults admired, and a few people that were downright fanatic about, even to the point of stalking, by the “I want to bear Jack Perciano’s child” stalker type of fanatic.

Steve Garvey was one of those sports figures that was ALSO well known beyond the baseball world, appearing on talk shows etcetera. At least for California folks, Steve and his beautiful wife Cyndy Garvey were like a Prince and Princess, viewed by the fans and the general public as Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes-Do-No-Wrong and his beautiful “Every Woman wants to be her”, Princess, Cyndy.

I ALSO admired Steve Garvey, like everyone else did. I hadn’t heard about their impending divorce shit yet. I mentioned earlier that I was able to spend some photo-op time in the Dodger dugout prior to the game. During that fifteen minutes or so, I had an absolutely wonderful time meeting the players, getting several photos and autographs.

It was interesting to me that the players and coaches (and maybe some fans) had a superstition that if some celebrity had botched the National Anthem, they felt that they were surely going to lose that game. If the anthem singer did a good job, they would win. Weird superstition. I received a lot of compliments, so I figured I must have done a good job, so the Dodgers would win. Incidentally, they won that night. I’ve forgotten who they beat.

All this time Steve Garvey was out in that grassy area where there was a chalked circle where you see players warming up prior to going up to home plate to bat.  Towards the end of the photo-op time, with my son Tommy in my arms, I walked up to Steve Garvey who was exercising in this “Warm-Up” circle.

Steve had his back towards me when I said, “Mr. Garvey, can I get a picture of you, with my son and I”? Without turning around, he said, “Get the fuck away from me “. WOW! This blew me away. My instant reaction was one of shock. This was the “Saintly” Steve Garvey! A microsecond later I was thinking, “What a rude fucking egotistical asshole HE is”.

At that moment in time, I was one of the few people in the world that knew what an outrageous egotistical prick he was. The other few people were people close to him, like his beautiful wife Cyndy, some of the players, coaches and other staff. Although Cyndy may have had a few things that she did wrong in their marriage that led to their divorce, you know, the old saying, “It takes two to Tango”, Steve and Cyndy were already embroiled in divorce proceedings that would go on for a few years, because he WAS a big prick. Maybe the divorce shit was part of the reason he was so nasty with me.

The public opinions of Steve were in a slow decline in 1981 because of Steve filing for divorce, and because of the little bit of information about their private lives that was slowly getting out into the public. Except for myself and a few of my close friends and family, for the next few years however, the general public would still continue to admire, worship, and wish they could fuck Steve Garvey. Funny.

In later decades, the public relations folks could no longer protect all the asshole sports figures, with stories getting out about the ones who were arrested for spousal abuse, smuggling Cocaine, raping a 12-year-old boy, or whatever the nasty news was. By the time of the Garvey divorce really started  hitting the major media, TV, Radio, magazines, and newspapers, I reckon I had shared my “Steve Garvey Story” with perhaps fifty people, so in addition to the millions of adoring fans, Steve also had a small but growing number of people that had a completely different view of who Steve Garvey really was as a person.

From that day back in August of 1981, I no longer had the same feelings about baseball, and sports in general. I guess you could say I experienced something that was unique at the time, AND, an eye-opener. That’s why what I would normally title, “The day I sung the National Anthem at Dodger Stadium” is titled, “My Steve Garvey Story “.

P. S. August 13th, 1981 was a “Friday”, “Friday the 13th” and that’s why the anthem was not being performed by a famous celebrity. No one wants to sing on a “Friday the 13th” and potentially be dragged through the media sewage if they screw it up. That was a lucky day for me AND the Dodgers (I sang, and they won). Hahahaha!

 

 

Have you ever been in a conversation wherein you feel like you are in total, 100% agreement with the other person, spouse, friend, whatever, and in spite of saying to that person that you ARE in total agreement with them, (that THEY are right/correct), they continue to argue their point, battering you in a somewhat belittling manner? WTF you think, right? What drug is THIS person on anyway?

You keep agreeing point-by point with your spouse, friend or co-worker 100% with what they are saying, and they keep telling you that you’re wrong, that you really don’t understand…..that you’re an idiot or something. And that experience is totally bewildering to you. “Don’t you understand? My bra straps are digging into my skin”….”I agree, perhaps you should switch from a Double D cup to a Triple E”. Let me explain the front end of this experience.

I’m a writer in my retirement. I don’t play Golf because I HAVE been told on a few occasions to choose a different activity, like “Fly Fishing” or Solitaire. I’m not a wealthy man so cruising the world on a 200-foot yacht as an extracurricular activity is definitely out of the question. What I do is write. About everything.

I have a website/blog of my own that I use as a platform for publishing my writing. I’ve had my primary website (I have several) since January of 2016 which was originally intended to be a platform to just share stories of things like my childhood, growing up on a farm, etcetera, with my two “Adult” children. I first started writing to my children because the following month, February of 2016, I was scheduled to have some really gnarly surgery and I knew that I was going to die on the operating table. Obviously, as you can see, I lived.

In addition to my website/blog which now has over one million visits from about 179 countries at last count, I’m very active on farcecrap. I say very active because in addition to my farcecrap home page, I have 41 other “Pages & Groups” of my own that I publish to, in addition to 40+ other groups that I belong to. It’s my sole extracurricular activity, and I totally enjoy it.

Many of the stories/essays that I publish on my website (plus sometimes the Memes that I create along with those stories”, I also publish on farcecrap as a “Link”. Many essays are of a serious nature/subject, and many stories are about my best buddy Shelton, my West Highland White Terrier, and just as many stories are my attempt at “Stand-Up” or in my case, “Sit-Down” comedy. I intentionally publish my writing to farcecrap as a way of directing traffic to my website, plus I have made a lot of real friendships there.

So, instead of playing golf, fly-fishing, shooting ducks and/or deer, or bowling, I write. With as many various groups and pages that I do have, and because I’m always at the set limit of 5,000 friends on farcecrap, publishing my writing does take time, and sometimes seems like a full-time job. Because of that, I don’t always respond in an expedient manner to the many comments and “Private Messages” that I receive on farcecrap because of the amount of traffic I receive.

Some people, mostly people who are NOT on my “Friends List” (real friends that know me), get upset if I don’t respond right away. Recently, there was such a person, who commented on one of my serious posts, and I felt inspired to write about it.

Here’s a Meme and a few paragraphs of my essay to give you an idea what my post was about:

“HERE I COME, TO SAVE THE DAY!”

For something or someone to eventually appear as the “Anti-Christ” and show it’s/his/her agenda, you also would have to believe that Jesus or some other kind of “Savior” is ALSO going to eventually appear. As an Atheist, I don’t believe in ANY of that “Religious” mumbo-jumbo. What I DO believe is that TECHNOLOGY will eventually lead mankind into the fullness of the Age of Aquarius, the “Age of Technology & Peace”.

One only needs to see what technologies like computers and the “Internet” have accomplished so far. People are able to instantly communicate on a wide scale with others who are “Like-Minded” as well as take part in discussions with people and groups that don’t think or believe in the same concepts/notions/theories/objectives.

Here’s a small portion of the dude’s first response “comment”:

I can’t believe you can’t relate “what I do”, in the very first paragraph. That is the god in you, that is going to make all the difference. Shake out of it man!!! The master liars avoid us using technology, to beat them! May I introduce, censorship and algorithms and community standards!!! Let’s talk about the lack of organizational and collaboration and correlation!!! You say not one person or group can change the world, as you bash what stands for good and let the bad guys off the hook, by aiming your energy in the wrong direction.

I didn’t respond right away, so what does he do? He comments again, this time asking me why I had not responded to his original comment. I saw it, and after a few days responded back, politely, thanking him for his comments, explaining politely the number of friends on my “Friends List”, the number of groups & pages that I publish to, etcetera, and that I certainly WOULD respond to him at some point in time.

Now, he comments again, beginning with:

No response Tom Saxe? Am I not worth your time?

And again:

He wrote: Your avoidance is very telling and I hope your followers, can see that clearly.

Multiple comments, to which I politely wrote back to him with a re-hash of my previous comments to him. To be honest, I pretty much told him again and again that I was in agreement with most of what he was trying to convey to me, telling him that the two of us were singing out of the same hymnal. I had suggested a few times that he read the various essays on my website that dealt with the subject matter of my post in a deeper fashion.

Then a final repeat from him which was like a book, again. Here’s just a small portion:

 He wrote: I can’t believe you can’t relate “what I do”, in the very first paragraph. That is the god in you, that is going to make all the difference. Shake out of it man!!!

These very lengthy, multiple comments from him finally convinced me that he had no fucking clue, as far as understanding what my responding comments to him were……that I AGREED with him. It was beginning to feel like a situation wherein you are telling your spouse friend or co-worker that THEY were right…..but he or she STILL wanted to argue, POINTLESSLY I might add.

This dude kept saying that I really didn’t understand, implying that I needed to be schooled on HIS beliefs/thoughts/philosophy, whatever…..and I kept clicking the “Like” button, and responding in a polite, sociable manner, but his comments kept getting more and more bizarre, and negative.

Now, my friends know that I’m an atheist, and that generally, I state that people can believe in whatever floats their “Religious” boat, as long as I’m allowed the same freedom to NOT believe in anything at all.

After reading his last repeated comment which said, That is the god in you, that is going to make all the difference. Shake out of it man!!!”, I politely responded back telling him that I was no longer going to continue the farcecrap conversation with him. I wasn’t angry or upset, I was just tired of it all, like the person who had been repeatedly telling his or her spouse, friend, or co-worker, that their spouse, friend, or co-worker WERE RIGHT…..In my case, I kept telling him that I agreed with 99% of his schtick. That he and I WERE on the same page of the hymnal. He just wasn’t listening.

As comic-relief for myself I thought, maybe what I finally should have written/said was, “Take YOUR God that is in YOU, and stuff it up your Ass”, (but I did refrain from typing that). Quite frankly, I DID appreciate and understand much of what the dude said, I just got to a point where I felt that he was on an acid trip or something. I have not “Blocked” him like I do with the Zionist trolls and other negative people. I’m just bewildered and tired of the conversation with him. I MAY or MAY NOT accept a “Friend Request from him, (leaning towards not).

“The Death of Religions”. In the future, I believe rather than a death taking place, it’s will be an evolution and mixture of at least the main three or four religions of our world today, a morphing/combining of all the necessary parts of the top most popular religions plus potentially bits & pieces of other religions, that is going to take place over time……

Resulting in, golly gee-whiz, a new, PEACEFUL “RELIGION”. A religion that is not hypocritical, is not envious, IS truly LOVING of ALL people wither others may have clung on to their old faiths/doctrine/protocols, or they don’t believe in anything at all, like myself.

I believe that this Aquarian-Age “Religion” will be in the majority with possibly 57% of the people world/wide as “Members”, with 41% of us Atheists that really don’t care, and perhaps 2% of the people still clinging to, (and allowed to), maintain their own archaic beliefs, religious practices, and “Churches”.

I do foresee our species taking the “Right” road when we come to that “Fork in the Road” that some of us can see on the distant horizon. I believe that even though we will take the “Right Fork in the Road”, as a species, we AND our planet will still go through/see some really bad times as we transition fully into the Aquarium Age (purposely miss-spelled, as I often do).

I was inspired to write this essay based on a “Sit around the Campfire” sort of night with a few of my buddies. Most of our cannabis-fueled conversation was centered on (dare I use the word), “Religion”.

One tiny part of our conversation was based around a question Douglas asked me, that lasted one minute and forty-three seconds in its entirety, both question and answer.

Douglas: “Can you provide undeniable proof that there is no God?”, to which I responded, “I don’t care. I don’t feel the necessity of explaining my lack of belief to you or the need to answer your question. You see, I really don’t care if YOU are religious, in any way shape or form, as long as you allow ME to NOT believe, in ANY of what I consider to be man/made religions, thoughts/ dogma, etcetera…..We’ll be fine, and I know that both of us will respect each other’s rights to believe……or not”. Quite simple. End of THAT topic.

Now here’s where it gets REALLY interesting and the reason for this essay. Tonight, my friend Douglas proceeded to get into a lot more detail on the “What, the Why, and the How” of what he believes, and although I’m an atheist, I told Douglas that I would help and support him 100% in what he believes, as it is brilliant, it’s his beliefs and it’s only his, not part of some organized group…..AND, what I believe just MIGHT be the embryonic seed of what I envision for the future, as far as religiosity is concerned.

Mind-Blowing? For me yes, for you the reader, potentially and deservingly so. These are the three primary ingredients of this future belief system that came out our “Fire-Side” chat tonight (no longer will I use the word religion).

Now, sort of similar to the Trinity God thing, there are three distinct parts to this new way/idea/thought. The first is an ancient word in the Hebrew/Judaic faith called NASAH, to test, or be tested and in Christianity, basically is centered around…..Matthew 4:1: “Then was Jesus led up of the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil”. But wait! Was Jesus “Tempted” or “Tested”? Abraham’s faith was “Tested”, he wasn’t “tempted” by God. Many bible scholars now assert/believe that Jesus wasn’t “Tempted” by the Devil, he was “Tested”, i.e., God was “Testing” Jesus (himself?), that Satan, in that case, was only sent there BY God, to “Test” Jesus. Where it falls apart for me is soon as you say “God the Father, God the Son, God, this weed is awesome, etcetera”. IF Jesus was also God in the flesh, then he was testing himself, right? A “Self-Test”. That’s IT! Let’s always “Test” ourselves.

And this led me to the thought that if we “Self-Test”, ask ourselves in our daily lives, if what we are doing is, (in the case of religious folks), pleasing to God, then they/we are on the right track.

Just like for an Atheist like myself, I believe it is a part of our human nature to be loving and kind to ALL people, compassionate, charitable, in other words, following the basic principles of the “Golden Rule”, you know, that “KARMA” thing. Which in effect, is in direct opposition to being naturally sinful & evil, needing help from something external, like a God, only Atheists have eliminated God and any of his middle men like Satan.

Ancient Religious folks had added a few twists to it, like the going to Heaven or Hell part of their belief structure, and the Hebrew dogma Yetzer Harah (the “Evil” inclinations/tendencies) and the Yetzer Ha-Tov, (the”Good” Inclinations/tendencies), along with the Christian version, “Doctrine of Original Sin” (teachings by Augustine of Hippo).

As an example, I believe that a person is not born with “Original Sin” nor with Yetzer Harah. For example, the “evil” malignancy we call “Racism”, is taught, and generally learned from an early age. I always love to see the photos of two young children with different skin colors, embracing each other totally unaware of their physical differences. I think this blows these ancient “religious” teachings clear out of the “Holy” water.

Murderous behavior is a mental illness in my opinion. Violently raping another person (Man, Woman or Child) is an act of a deranged, mentally ill person in my opinion. Pick any abnormal deviant behavior and it’s either “Learned” and acceptable to those teaching it, or an illness of the mind. If we truly perform NASAH on ourselves as part of our constant Modis Operandi, we will eventually stop “testing”, judging others, and we can allow the “Yetzer Ha-Tov” to be manifested in all of us. If a person is “evil”, they are also “sick” and should be treated as such. Sometimes that “evil” is beyond treatment, think Hannibal Lecter, (that WAS a mental institution depicted in the movie).

If we are not subjugated to, and/or “Taught” “Evil”, I believe that we can live a “Good” life, in that if we are looking internally to what I believe is a natural tendency to be “Good”, the Yetzer Ha-Tov, and have the ability to recognize the goodness we all have, internally “Spiritually” with looking internally at who we each are, the NASAH, our world WILL be a better place for ALL humans.  

The second part of the “Trinity” is the use of a “Bible” that does not include ANY of the Old Testament (sorry) and has eliminated several books in the New Testament as well, maybe added a few books that were taken out eons ago, still, a much shorter book to read.

Yes, certain stories of Jesus remain, so the new “Faith” still includes Jesus and he is still believed to be a “Savior and God’s Only Begotten”, but gone are the “You’re going to Hell if you don’t accept Jesus as your Savior” parts. Instead, his teachings of love and respect, charity and forgiveness are what is “Preached” on Thursdays, Tuesday, or another day, depending on the year (see section three of the Triad). Then again, there may not BE any “Jesus” in the new “Faith”. 

This much shortened “Book” leaves out all the blood & gore of the Old Testament and all the questionable things in the New Testament, like all the “End Times, Rapture” bullshit. No need to be reminded of all the nasty shit, plus it becomes a much healthier message to preach and share with others (that 3% still clinging to their old religions should hear). No need to preach to the Atheists, because they just don’t care.

 it sure makes a lot of sense to get rid of the “Hell, Fire & Brimstone” and replace it with the good shit. Think about it for a moment, wouldn’t it be awesome if you could include all the good stuff from the Koran, the New Testament, the Torah, and the good parts of other beliefs/writings, and throw away all the nasty shit? A dude by the name of Marcion of Sinope (in the year 144) may have been onto something. He totally rejected the Old Testament in it’s entirety. See the following:

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcionism

What I believe might be the new belief system/ideology will be something very simple to understand and believe in. A simpler “Operating Manual”. As an Atheist however, I just don’t think it really matters, but I added the previous thoughts on what could be a “New” form of Christianity that MIGHT remain as a comparison. If one doesn’t believe in Heaven or Hell, and doesn’t believe some dude up in the sky created a creature with characteristics that include “Original Sin”, but follows the “Golden Rule”, what else is there to refute that? 

The third part of this “Trinity” of beliefs is based on some obscure-forgotten practice of selecting the “Sabbath” by making it the XX day after XX religious holiday, which changes every year. Here’s the info, just”click” on the “link”: https://www.thecreatorscalendar.com/?fbclid=IwAR1hCpg_0ekJMKp9qMS4ZF05Fn9_XB5QMvWn7PKd__5dyIiKhs6_v-QsP0o

How each year there’s a different day of Sabbath established. It could be a Wednesday it could be a Friday. I think we’re going to need a LOT more Golf Courses. Imagine all the men that HAD to go to church on Sundays with their families that NOW could join their buddies on the Golf Course on a , wait for it……a SUNDAY! Unless of course it just happened to be a year when the Sabbath was on a Sunday.

Name of this new belief/faith? Really, I have no clue and really don’t care, so, I have temporarily named it, “THIS AIN’T YOUR MAMA’S CHURCH…..(AND CANDY STORE)”. At the end of that name, instead of Candy Store for a moment I thought, “Homeless Shelter”, but in the future that I foresee, there will be no homelessness. Candy Store? Well, on days other than the Sabbath, the “Brick & Mortar” place of “Worship” will be a store with healthy, non-sugar-based candies and treats for the children, maybe even a Petting Zoo and Pony Rides, along with the adult part of the store with Herbal/Potion products, Cannabis-Based Oils, great Brownies and of course really good bud.

In conclusion, since the Age of Aquarius is referred to as the “Age of Technology & Peace” as opposed to the Age of Pisces, referred to as the “Age of Religions & Wars”, each “Age” lasting approximately 2,300 years (give or take a few), I  believe that “Religion” as we know it today will be non-existent at some point in time. So, the thought of something like I have described in this essay, a “Newer, more Friendly version of “Christianity”, will in all likelihood eventually fade into the Sunset, along with “God” AND “Jesus” who might be part of that one last phenomenon and attempt at religiosity. As an Atheist, I really don’t care.

P. S. I sometimes wonder if perhaps if there IS a “Creator”, he/she/it might be, at this very moment, gazing through a microscope of some sort, looking at our vast universe in a Petri Dish, saying, “Look at this! How cool is that. Hey! Let’s take a look at another Petri Dish, you know, that one filled with a Junga-Quad-Dillion other atoms.

P. S. S. As an additional somewhat related thought, inspired by a podcast interview this morning, I’ve added the following at 4:00PM the day after my original posting:

 “HERE I COME, TO SAVE THE DAY!”

If this appeals to you, and you feel like you could become a member of “THIS AIN’T YOUR MAMA’S CHURCH…..(AND CANDY STORE)”, get in touch with us.

So it’s about eight O’clock in the evening and I’m playing a little poker on the Internet. I consider myself to be the “King of Table-Talk”, both live-action and on these Internet platforms like this one tonight, which is my favorite site to play on.

So, as you can see from the image, this site uses emojis instead of a player-selected photo of his/herself, or a photo of their fucking ugly dog “Miffie”, and on another site that DOES use player-provided photos, I HAVE seen some great photos AND some really horrible ones.

So, for tonight’s “Conversation” as usual, I try to think of completely insane ideas, subject matters or a goal that I want to achieve with my “Talking/Chatting” which is simply typing my “conversation” into the “chat” box.

When I first sat down at the table there was someone I perceived to be a woman, because the emoji image was of a beautiful blonde woman, BUT, a CARTOON image, hahahahaha. I think her name was “LUANNEA1940”. Now seeing the year 1940 started me thinking…..older, possibly beautiful still, or ugly woman in real life, so I’m sure that on that other site I mentioned, she used a photo of the jar that was filled with the ashes of her dearly-departed dog “Miffie”, I digress.

So, in the “chat” I type in as follows,

DOCTCS:  I ALWAYS GET EXCITED. LIKE COLD SHOWER EXCITED, WHENEVER I HAPPEN TO BE LUCKY ENOUGH TO GET A SEAT AT A TABLE THAT LUANNEA1940 IS ON. TODAY, OH BLESS THE GODS, I HAVE A SEAT RIGHT NEXT TO YOU. HOW ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT, GOORGESS ONE? (authors’ note: I sometimes WILL purposely miss-spell some words just to entice responses to my spelling “errors”)

Now, mind you, I am the only person communicating at this time, and nobody has typed in a direct response. Many times, I’ll get the typical “lol”. Tonight? No response. It’s as if I’m playing against people from other countries and they do not understand/read “English” because that IS the language on this particular website. Once in a while, there will be a little “Chat” going on because like in my case, I know many of the players just from repeated table seating with each other, but the “Chat” is somewhat limited to, NH, TY, GL, etcetera. Occasionally, someone will say, “How have you been Doc?”. THAT’S why I enjoy coming up with something far out of the ordinary, to entertain them and myself, which is what it turned out to be, another “essay” for my website. I even took a screen clip of the table that I was playing at..  So I continue “Talking/Chatting”…..

DOCTCS: IT’S REFESHING TO SEE A BEAUTIFUL FACE OF SOMEONE LIKE LUANNEA1940, BECAUSE QUITE FRANKLY FOLKS, SOME-O-U ARE B U T T U G L Y.

DOCTCS: WHOOPS! LUANNEA1940 IS GONE! WIPED OUT! TOO BAD. I WANTED TO GET TO KNOW HER BETTER. SHE ALWAYS SEEMS TO LOSE BIGTIME WHEN I AM AT THE TABLE

DOCTCS: SOME OF YOU LOOK GREAT HOWEVER, LIKE WMPEREZ1952, DUDE, GREAT PHOTO, LOVE THE BEARD….I’M SORRY BUT DUDE JAHOUSE1, THAT’S A TERRIBLE PHOTO OF YOU BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU LOOK TOO MUCH LIKE A WOMAN IN MY OPINION, AND A SOMEWHAT U G L Y WOMAN AT THAT.

Now, keep in mind that my “Goal” is to convince those other players who at least do read the “chat”, that my eyesight is so fucking bad, the emojis appear as photos of real people, instead of a cartoon image that we all use and see. Hahahahaha. Still, no responses in the Chat Box, so I continue.

DOCTCS: THAT’S WHY I USE A SITE-PROVIDED EMOIJI IMAGE OF A KING OF HEARTS INSTEAD OF A PHOTO OF ME OR MY 2021 CORVETTE, OR MY 85 FOOT YACHT DOCKED 100 FEET AWAY FROM MY MARINA-FACING VERANDA. THERE ARE SOME REAL U G L Y PEOPLE ON THIS PLATFORM, BUT I LOVE THIS SITE, WHICH IS MY FAVORITE OF THEM ALL, AS I HAVE SOMEWHAT FIGURED THEIR ALGOS OUT.

Finally, I get a response.

Luv2Limp: Hey grandpa, put your reading glasses on, they’re just emojis, lol!

Just the kind of response I desired, hahahahahaha

 

Much of China’s REAL power was handed to them on a Silver Platter over the past three decades or so. There was a time when the American citizens were using stuff made right here in America, 99% of the stuff, BECAUSE those same American citizens were actually employed in the thousands of factories here in America making the stuff they bought. Radios, televisions, refrigerators (although the higher end shit DOES come out of Japan and South Korea still to this day).

Everything else? It’s made in China, because the American companies’ “Corporate Boards” deliberately moved all their manufacturing operations TO China because the “Labor” factor here in America was getting out of hand BECAUSE the UNIONS told potential members that if they joined the “Union”, they would double their wages and benefits.

SOOOOOOOOO, the fact is, it’s not China’s fault that the majority of labor-intensive goods were moved there for the benefit of the “Stock Holders” of those companies, said “Corporate Boards” also gave the typical CEO a multi-million dollar bonus every year. “Google” just what percentage of “stuff” that WALMART sells, is made in CHINA.

So, MUCH power is handed to those who accept it, in China, it’s been a decades-long evolution. P. S. That type of power, the money involved, has also driven their own industrial growth, their scientific advances, their own innovation now, instead of just being a source for cheap outsourced labor.

Tie all of that to the overall agenda of the elite-cabal, and they would say that they are on track and on schedule, and China’s just as subordinate as they need to be.

The following portion via Betty Hanson on farcecrap, if she’s not the original writer, then the source is unknown at this time.

In the future China will employ millions of American workers and dominate thousands of small communities all over the United States. Chinese acquisition of U.S. businesses set a new all-time record last year, and it is on pace to shatter that record this year.

The Smithfield Foods acquisition is an example. Smithfield Foods is the largest pork producer and processor in the world. It has facilities in 26 U.S. states and it employs tens of thousands of Americans. It directly owns 460 farms and has contracts with approximately 2,100 others. But now a Chinese company has bought it for $ 4.7 billion, and that means that the Chinese will now be the most important employer in dozens of rural communities all over America.

Thanks in part to our massively bloated trade deficit with China, the Chinese have trillions of dollars to spend. They are only just starting to exercise their economic muscle. It is important to keep in mind that there is often not much of a difference between “the Chinese government” and “Chinese corporations”. In 2011, 43 percent of all profits in China were produced by companies where the Chinese government had a controlling interest in.

Last year a Chinese company spent $2.6 billion to purchase AMC entertainment – one of the largest movie theater chains in the United States. Now that Chinese company controls more movie ticket sales than anyone else in the world. But China is not just relying on acquisitions to expand its economic power. “Economic beachheads” are being established all over America.

For example, Golden Dragon Precise Copper Tube Group, Inc. recently broke ground on a $100 million plant in Thomasville, Alabama. Many of the residents of Thomasville, Alabama will be glad to have jobs, but it will also become yet another community that will now be heavily dependent on communist China.

And guess where else Chinese companies are putting down roots? Detroit. Chinese-owned companies are investing in American businesses and new vehicle technology, selling everything from seat belts to shock absorbers in retail stores, and hiring experienced engineers and designers in an effort to soak up the talent and expertise of domestic automakers and their suppliers.

If you recently purchased an “American-made” vehicle, there is a really good chance that it has a number of Chinese parts in it. Industry analysts are hard-pressed to put a number on the Chinese suppliers operating in the United States.

China seems particularly interested in acquiring energy resources in the United States. For example, China is actually mining for coal in the mountains of Tennessee. Guizhou Gouchuang Energy Holdings Group spent 616 million dollars to acquire Triple H Coal Co. in Jacksboro, Tennessee. At the time, that acquisition really didn’t make much news, but now a group of conservatives in Tennessee is trying to stop the Chinese from blowing up their mountains and taking their coal.

And pretty soon China may want to build entire cities in the United States just like they have been doing in other countries. Right now, China is actually building a city larger than Manhattan just outside Minsk, the capital of Belarus.

Are you starting to get the picture? China is on the rise. If you doubt this, just read the following:

# When you total up all imports and exports, China is now the number one trading nation on the entire planet.

# Overall, the U.S. has run a trade deficit with China over the past decade that comes to more than 2.3 trillion dollars.

# China has more foreign currency reserves than anyone else on the planet.

# China now has the largest new car market in the entire world.

# China now produces more than twice as many automobiles as the United States does.

#After being bailed out by U.S. taxpayers, GM is involved in 11 joint ventures with Chinese companies.

# China is the number one gold producer in the world.

# The uniforms for the U.S. Olympic team were made in China.

# 85% of all artificial Christmas trees the world over are made in China.

# The new World Trade Center tower in New York includes glass imported from China

# China now consumes more energy than the United States does.

# China is now in aggregate the leading manufacturer of goods in the entire world.

# China uses more cement than the rest of the world combined.

# China is now the number one producer of wind and solar power on the entire globe.

# China produces 3 times as much coal and 11 times as much steel as the United States does.

# China produces more than 90 percent of the global supply of rare earth elements.

# China is now the number one supplier of components that are critical to the operation of any national defense system.

# In published scientific research articles China is expected to become the number one in the world very shortly.

And what we have seen so far may just be the tip of the iceberg. For now, we will just leave you with one piece of advice: Learn to speak Chinese.

Postscript: Not Doom or Gloom, this China thing that I have described has been is, and will continue to be, just another part of the evolution process that we have been migrating through for thousands and thousands of years. Changes are coming. I predict that the United States will crumble away from within, slowing at first. Texas will be the first “State” to secede from the Union. Soon after that, Texas will absorb the northeastern portion , about 2/3, of Mexico thanks to a pre-secessation agreement with Mexico’s President Gomez. Next to secede is California, which will absorb Nevada and Arizona shortly after. With new names or not, these new “Republics” will soon see record growths in all areas.

Originally, our government based on the U. S. Constitution was designed to be small, whereas the “States” were to have more autonomy. There WAS a time in our history when ALL government was small enough that there were no “Federal Income Taxes”, and what taxes you did pay were paid to your local city or town government, for basic services. law enforcement and such. Look what happen. Our federal government is so large, it’s become the number one largest spender/consumer of everything, as an example, the Federal Government which includes the military, consumes more petroleum based products that ANYONE else in the world including other countries.

Shrinking the “Fed” down to a fraction will result in the eventual elimination of the need to have a “Federal” government. Those sections on a future map that show how a total of six groupings of area seceded now have totally un-stately sounding names, like, LEFTCOAST for California/Nevada/Arizona. Texan’s overwhelmingly will vote to retain the name TEXAS.

I’ll stop here for now. Basically, what I’m saying if you can read between the lines, is that instead of a “New World Order” like the elite/cabal had planned for, I believe it will be what I call, a NEW AGE ORDER. We will evolve to ALL being WORLD CITIZENS. No boundaries, no passports required. You can find more of this type of thought in many of my earlier posts here on my website.

One final thought, something that I have said many times. Everything we see happening around our world today, all the wars, the Middle East bullshit by the zionists and their puppets like the USA, the growth in China as I just wrote about, EVERYTHING, is indicative of our species crossing over from the Age Of Pisces (Age of Religion & Wars) which has lasted about 2,300 years, into the Age of Aquarius, (the Age of Technology and Peace), think Startrek/Starwars here.

The “IS” being just about everything that is important to us as human beings on this planet we call Earth. I believe that the DEEP STATE has its roots beginning shortly after WW2, and it’s something that evolved from the military/industrial complex of Eisenhower’s presidency (he DID warn us) to what it is today. The “Elite/Cabal” has been around for quite a bit longer, evolving from its early beginnings in the late 19th Century with the early stages of “Central Banking” and has total control over what we now call the “Deep State”.

That evolution of both the Elite/Cabal and the Deep State has taken us up to today with all the needless and insane wars, with no end in sight for those millions of innocent people in every part of the world. That is insane when you also add all the other aspects of the ever-growing, and seemingly unstoppable AGENDA of the DEEP STATE / ELITE CABAL. The absolute control that these relatively few people at the top of the psychopathic pyramid have slowly gained over just the past 60+ years is mind-boggling, let alone it’s evolution over a few hundred years (and/or more).

The Deep State, (and the Elite/Cabal which control them), seem to be unstoppable. Why? Because there is still a large percentage of the world’s population that are just along for the ride, trusting EVERYTHING that their guberments and the mainstream media tell them. Those millions of folks are referred to as the SHEEPLE. Quite frankly, the SHEEPLE are people from every part of our planetary society, from the highly educated to the not so educated. From the wealthy to the poorest, the one thing they lack is “Common Sense” in my humble opinion. It has nothing to do with intelligence.

Even with the millions and millions of people “waking up”, the Elite/Cabal and their puppets, the Deep State, still feel oblivious (safe) and superior to ANYTHING that COULD threaten them and THEIR way of life, and their decades-long, planned agenda. They feel untouchable BECAUSE of the control they DO have, control over our guberments, control over the MSM (mainstream media), the monetary systems, and every industry including the Pharmaceutical/Medical industry, along with all manufacturing associated with the Military/Industrial Complex.

Postscript Up Front: I’ve decided to pitch this as a beer commercial, preferably Coors Light. Final scene at the end ties it all together.

I wrote a new bit for my “Stand-Up” routine. This white dude, a “Cable Guy” that stopped in for his first time, on his way home (for a beer after a long day installing satellite dishes, which was the rage thirty years ago), was sitting at the bar in the Walk Right Inn. The way it got the name? It was named after a Chief from back in the mid-1800’s, Chief Walks Right because when he walked, he never walked in a straight line. He always leaned to his right when walking, so even just crossing a Wagon Trail just trying to get to the other side, it wasn’t easy for him, it would take him a little time, longer than normal, i.,e, abnormally longer than normal. He WOULD get there eventually.

Anyway, this nice little neighborhood”Reservation” bar named for that old Chief, was opened in 1954, and was the only decent place to go. The Walk Right Inn was packed being a Friday night, and the only non-Indian dude in the place was Chester the “Cable Guy”. In between nakareokanana songs, which in Indian means “Karaoke”, Chester’s cell phone goes off (incoming call), “DAADAADADATTTDADAAA!!!”,  the sound  of a Cavalry Bugle Horn blasting out, CHARGE!!

Needless to say, you COULD hear a fuckin’ pin drop. The silence, which lasted for another four seconds, now was replaced with about eight or nine BIG INJUNS voices getting louder, which escalated to one of them saying, “Kimosabe, yes you with the yellow hair, you have less than ten fuckin’ seconds to get out of here alive “, and a split-second later, about 35 Indians……Sopranos, Bass, and Tenor voices, in beautiful three-part harmony, yell out, “DAADAADADATTTDADAAA!!!”.

Needless to say, Lester did a Gold Medal Olympic performance dashing to the door. The photo for the Meme is one taken last night from my front yard. I said, “So beautiful, maybe I’ll paint that (thinking oil painting). Hey! I know. I’ll add a little Indian on a horse….Hey! I know! I’ll add some Calvary Soldiers chasing the Indian!”. To which my roomie simply made the Bugle sound for “Charge”….“DAADAADADATTTDADAAA!!!”. So, not an oil painting, a Meme. to go along with the “Routine”. hahahahahaha

Postscript: Camera pans in on Chester the “Cable Guy” just before he sprints for the door, as he slams down the full glass of beer that’s sitting in front of him on the bar. Narrator: “When you’re in a hurry, and you HAVE to leave, make sure that beer your slamming down is a COORS LIGHT”.

Postscript 2: If you read between the lines, this is a wonderfully positive commercial (and message) for the “Originals” as I prefer to call the descendants of all the various peoples who were here long before the “White Man” ever stepped off of a boat onto land here in America”. If I wanted to piss off the “White, Rednecks”, I would have made Chester “The Cable Guy” character some fat dude with his butt-crack showing. If I wanted to piss off the LBJYQ or whatever they are called, I would have written Chester as a sort of flamer. Instead, Chester “The Cable Guy” is just an average white dude, probably in his mid to late thirties. The fact that his cellphone plays the Cavalry Trumpet call when it rings is just his ring regardless of any intentional racism because it pictorially represents the fact that a very large percentage of the population in “America” has been indoctrinated for generations into a false sense of superiority over many races, not just the “Originals”. The ending is was it is, the triumph over all of our wrongly applied philosophies, ideas, and habits over the past 400 years or so.

Here’s a little something that could stimulate thoughts, i.e., exercise the brain’s “thinking engine”, (or not).

A gun in ANYBODY’S hand when being chased or confronted by a police officer, is “Like a Box of Chocolates”…..You never know what you’re going to get. Sometimes it was a “Squirt Gun” most of the time it’s real. If that 13-year-old DID have a real pistol in his hand, who do you blame? The parent(s) for their failure in raising that child? Well, no. You can be the best parent(s) in the world, it’s still like a Box of Chocolates. After a wonderful childhood of perfect parenting, that child can either end up a “Normal” human being like he or she is supposed to, or he/she ends up being a Serial Killer (or anything else in between).

Did society fail that child? Quite possibly, with whatever you want to examine as a root cause, if society is to blame, wither it’s the “Programming” our children receive through violent video games, movies, etcetera. Again, it’s like that Box of Chocolates. Some kids grow up with all that negative “Programming” and buy two assault rifles and kill eight people at a FedEx facility. In that case, it’s been reported that the 19-year-old kid who murdered all those people, and then killed himself, had some serious mental issues.

Most children survive all the negative “Programming” and become normal adults. This is not a statement on “Gun Control”. It’s a statement on what we have become as a society. Bloody ridiculous in my opinion. I grew up in the 50’s playing “Cowboys and Indians”. Sometimes I was an Indian, sometimes I was a Cowboy. I didn’t like it as much when I had to be an Indian after drawing straws because all we knew about Indians back then was what was portrayed in the movies, and what we weren’t taught in school….that is, we were not taught that the “White Man” had subjected the “Originals” as I call them, to much more than what we call, “Apartheid” conditions and treatment. I didn’t grow up hating Indians because my mother had “Indian” friends. 

Certainly, in the case of Brandon Hole, he was one of those “Chocolates” in the box that had a lot of nuts in it, and the “System” that WAS in place to prevent him from legally purchasing those two assault rifles completely, and utterly failed, 100%. In the case of Adam Toledo, if he DID have a weapon in his hand, as excruciatingly sad as it is for his parent(s), family, and friends, he’s dead because he had a gun in his hand.

Time will bring out the truth, and if he did NOT have a weapon in his hand, that Police Officer should be charged, because at the very least, he was negligently responsible, homicidally negligent.

I’ll probably get bashed by the “Right” and the “Left” for this essay, and you know what? I COULD give a “Flying Fuck”. I’m just sharing my OWN thoughts, no one else’s. What are YOUR thoughts and comments? If you ended up here because of my post on farcecrap, please feel free to go back to my farcecrap post and share your thoughts/opinions/suggestions. Let’s start a serious discussion.

 

Perhaps if we can get enough people sharing their thoughts and opinions, we can eventually come up with the right solution to the problem.

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,

 

 

 

Think about this. Slavery has been around for thousands of years and in some parts of our world, it still exists today. In fairly modern history, there was a time when the slave-owners considered their slaves as less than human, as animals to do the bidding of their masters. Then along came freedom, and along with that freedom, in the aftermath of slavery, RACISM became what it is today. We are the only species that have this history of enslaving others, and the racism that freedom brought with it. Our pets, Dogs and Cats specifically, have never had a problem with accepting others of their kind/species. My dog Shelton has “Dog” friends from many different breeds and it’s a lesson in that if “Humans” will just learn to accept others of OUR species like our pets do, we will finally move beyond the cause and effect of racism.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a “Shout Out” to an old friend and coworker that I had lunch with a few days ago. He has his own “Grow”, and had hinted that he had a small “Gift” for me when he called to invite me out to lunch.

Today, I awakened with a Migraine. Took a pain pill, and it helped, or maybe it was the combination with my blood pressure meds. Anyway, within an hour, my eyesight started getting back to normal, and six hours later, my Migraine was mostly gone.

The interesting thing is that I had one of best days, as far as content creation (writing). I wrote A LOT, and I credit this wonderful “Herb” for all I accomplished today. Thanks to my old friend and coworker who I hadn’t seen in over thirty years, my Migraine had totally vanished, and I have named his “Strain” (gift), RJOHNIE’S BEST.

This strain is not harsh at all, it’s very smooth, and the “High” (medicinal value for those who might be offended or with Law Enforcement, should they read this) is a relaxing, yet inspiring one, for me. Also, what my old friend gave me was all bud, and about a ¼ of a large Mason Jar, I’m guessing around a half a pound. Certainly worth $500 to $600 at any “Pharmacy”. Such a wonderful gift.

The image by the way, is of an oil painting (one in a series of three) that I painted years ago. Sold it to a doctor/friend of mine in Minneapolis. The title, appropriate for this post is, MIGRAINE ONE.

 

 

 

 

 

Imagine if you will, if history would have been different for the “American Indians”, whom I prefer to call, “The Originals” because they’re not from India, and the word/term “American” is repugnant to me based on its origin. They certainly suffered from genocidal apartheid treatment just like the apartheid treatment of the Palestinian people for the past 70+ years. Imagine, there was a time in our history when the U. S. guberment was paying about $50 per scalp at one time, and “Americans” thought that was okay.

Growing up as a “farm Boy” in the fifties, I used to trap the gophers that were ravaging crops, and the local government paid me $50 per gopher (Pair of hind feet). The invading Europeans (the government) treated the “Originals’ like they were animals, seriously folks. What a pathetic history we have as a nation.

However, what if the Originals had originally banded together as one tribal community and had the financial backing of a Rothschild type of person? What if by this time in our history, the “Originals” had AIPAC types of organizations, bribing politicians? I don’t think that would have happened as I really don’t think the Tribal Leadership of the Originals would have stooped that low as to give the “American” politicians millions of dollars for their support like AIPAC does, as an example.

Our treatment of people coming across our southern border would have been 180 degrees different in that immigration would have not been an issue. Our environmental issues would have been solved, and not been such a hot button as it is today. Had the Originals had the kind of influence that I’m talking about, they would have made sure that the proper laws were enacted in order to protect and preserve our land and environment.

Imagine by this time in our history, an “Original” sitting in the White House as our POTUS. Imagine our U. S. Congress filled with “Originals” instead of a handful of wannabe “Indians” when it’s “convenient”. I don’t think we would be at war right now, had the Originals been an influence on our society and political system like I am describing. I REALLY don’t think there would be ANY racism in our country like we have seen for hundreds of years. Oh, and there would not have been any slaves or slavery as well.

Interesting thoughts tonight. I certainly have always had a deep love and respect for the “Originals” and feel that still today. The manner in which the Originals are STILL treated today is appalling to me. Perhaps some Billionaire will read this and step up to the plate, as I DO have ideas that will help direct us, as a species, towards what I believe WILL be a future of PEACE for all mankind.

Hey, Mr. Bezos, Mr. Musk, Mr. Buffet, Mr. Page, or Mr. Ellison (forget about Gates), please feel free to contact me at your earliest convenience, I have a plan, and it’s going to require some dinero. P.S. Try searching for an image, cartoon, of an “Original” sitting at the desk in the White House, as POTUS, you can’t find any, so the image of the monument/tribute to Crazy Horse is perhaps more apropos for this essay.

 

 

 

 

 

Imagine if you will, you and a whole bunch of friends are having what we used to call a “Field Party”. That’s about thirty-six to forty teenage kids, seven kegs of Grain Belt Beer, and the mostly Ford pickup trucks that brought them there.

There was a field, not just any field, a field of “Cultured Sod”, in this case Kentucky Bluegrass /Hybrid mixture. One of the pick-up trucks has a really awesome hi-fidelity sound system with two huge speakers in the truck’s bed. All the chicks have brought sandwiches, chips and dip, and it’s a GREAT Field Party. Imagine the scene if you will, a bunch of kids, dancing, laughing, drinking, eating, a few making out, AND, some of Tommy’s BEST home-grown Mary-Ja-Wanna.

Now what I’m about to describe, to the best of my knowledge, only happened that one time, and that entire group of kids (who are still living) still talk about it today, 50 years later.

This lush almost like a carpet, green field where we had that particular Field Party that beautiful Early-Summer Saturday, June 1st 1963, was the only time we used that particular field of cultured sod because Johnnie’s dad, the “Sod Farmer”, said one time was okay, as long as we picked up our trash.

We all thought that it had been okay because THAT’s What Johnny had said. In reality, we found out that next week at school that it was NOT okay, and Johnny got his ass whooped good. I just figured that Johnny was just really trying to do a one-up-man-ship on the rest of us, mostly me, because although we would have our parties at three other farms/fields, everyone liked my field the best, that is, until we had that fateful “Field Party” that day at Johnny’s farm, we thought, by permission.

His parents were on a trip to Texas to pick up several head of Angus Cattle. What THAT particular fact has to do with this story now brings up my title, “Dude, you ain’t got the balls to do that”. Next to this twenty or so acres of lush, green, cultured, Kentucky Bluegrass / Hybrid Sod/Grass, (which just a few years prior had replaced the traditional crops like corn, alfalfa, soy beans, etcetera as the new cash crop), was another twenty or so acres of grazing fields with several fence-lines dividing that acreage into several sections. Johnny’s dad was the first farmer to also get involved with raising Angus Cattle.

Barbed Wire fencing. That ALSO was the long stretch of fence-line separating the “Sod” from the “Beef”. In this case, one lonely looking bull, an Angus Bull, “General Patton”, with a nut-sack that hung halfway to the ground, silently standing about sixty feet from the fence, and the part of the field we were on was about another sixty feet away.

Now, imagine if you will again, a bunch of partying teenagers, music blasting out of the back of Billy’s Ford Pick-Up Truck, and someone comes up with a brilliant “I DOUBLE-DARE YOU” idea. Daring anyone drunk, stoned, or stupid enough…..or all three, to try to sneak up from behind, i.e., walk up behind, that Angus Bull and whack him in the nuts with this stick.

There was a financial incentive to this madness, the kids had raised $78.23 as a “Reward” for my “Act of Courage/Stupidity”. I say THIS STICK because there it is, hanging over my mantle, with a nice plaque, stating, “Tommy whacked General Patton in the Nuts and Survived – June 1st, 1963”.

The wind was blowing the right direction for me that day. I was down-wind from the bull. I could smell the bull (the closer I got), and he couldn’t smell me. All the kids were standing at that fence-line, yelling, waving t-shirts, rags, their arms, trying to keep the bull’s attention. Susie, my girlfriend, was waving my “RED” T-Shirt, as I had taken it off so not to attract the bull’s attention as I was walking way around him, sneaking up behind him.

One whack. Hit him square in the nut-sack from behind. Bull yells, starts running towards the fence-line about sixty feet away, some of the kids, like the girls, screaming and running back away from the fence at the sight of a raging bull, screaming bull-speak for rage, coming towards them at 50 miles an hour.

Me? I ran the other direction. It seemed like a second later General Patton looked around and noticing my dash towards the opposite fence, he stopped, turned around, did that pawing in the dirt with his hooves sort of thing, and within what seemed like a few more seconds, was ten feet behind me, surely to gore out a new asshole for me with his horns.

I made it to, and over the gate, (the only portion of that fence-line that was not barb-wired), just as General Patton crashed headlong into it. What a memory. All my friends cheering, some laughing, Susie crying for joy that I had made it without getting killed. Wanna see the stick?

P. S. Sometimes, I feel inclined to add a “Disclaimer” of sorts for whatever reason, and in this case, I’m adding one for all my friends and readers who may be dismayed at the “Whacking” of the Bull’s “Balls” in my story. So for all those who are dismayed and/or offended by the thoughts of “Animal Cruelty” portrayed in my story, THAT part of the story is pure fiction. Yes, there were many “Field Parties” that I attended as a teenager, and yes, one time there was a Bull, and yes, I was encouraged, “Double-Dared”, to sneak up on said Bull to whack that Bull in the nuts with a stick, but, no, I did not accomplish that part of my story. In fact, the Bull saw me right away and DID chase me back through a gate that I had walked through. Sometimes, not often, I will remember something from many years ago and “Flavor” the story to make it a more interesting “Read”. Thanks for reading this one. I can see that many people are visiting my website and reading this one.

 

 

 

 

My buddy Shelton (West Highland Terrier) and I had just come back from a quick (by Shelton’s standards), “Pee-Pee” walk, and as always, I like to give him a treat after a successful walk to reward him, simultaneously saying “SHELTON WENT PEE-PEE, SHELTON WENT PEE-PEE, GOOD BOY, SHELTON WENT PEE-PEE (same thing for pooping, just insert the words “Poo-Poo” in the sentence)….This time it (the Pee-Pee walk) took all of about 18 seconds, a record.

So, I admit, when Shelton and I got back up on the deck/patio for the administering/rewarding of the treat ( in this case, some really great soft kinda-meatballs), my senses were a little heightened at that moment due to some really good “Edible” Chocolate that I had consumed about two hours earlier.

I adopted Shelton when his Ma-Ma Annie died last year in Mexico, and for the past nine months or so, I have NOT had any specific methodology when “Giving” Shelton his treat other than to either “Pop” it in his mouth, or let him “Take” it with his teeth/mouth in a really polite manner (as he’s standing so cute on his hind legs).

So, tonight, I realized the difference in “Popping” it in his mouth (unintentionally by the way, it just sort of, “Flicks” from my fingers), and, letting Shelton take it gently from my hand with his cute little mouth. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I started laughing when I recognized for the first time in nine months that the reason he would act like he was chewing that yummy treat up at first, and then it would appear, out of his mouth on the deck, after it was unintentionally “jettisoned” into his mouth is because it was in the back of his throat and he was gagging, NOT chewing. THAT’S why the treat was on the floor you idiot! He coughed it up you twit!

He never garfed up the treat when it was gently transferred from my fingertips to his lips! Sooooo, now I know. From now on, no accidental “Launching” of the treat into his mouth and half-way down his tiny throat!

Anyway, along with the lesson in “Treat Insertion”, I really laughed out loud when it happened, i.e., when I came to that “Fullness of Realization” of “Improper versus Proper Treat Insertion after peeing or pooping”. I hope you enjoyed reading this “True” short story that I just posted here for your enjoyment….Or not.

Postscript: Before anyone get’s upset and/or judgmental, this, what appeared to me, to be a “Chewing” or movement of his jaw and was actually Shelton trying to gag it out of his mouth only happened rarely, like 10% of the time, so it was not something that I paid that much attention to, UNTIL, my senses where “Heightened” by that wonderful piece of Chocolate. Lesson WAS learned tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

For all of my friends that play real Poker, live in person, not the online crap, you probably already know that one of the key factors in being a successful poker player is “reading” your opponents “Tells”. Those sometimes-easy reads AND the mostly difficult reads, when an opponent’s “Tells” give the other player’s information about the strength or weakness of a hand, I.e., “Reading a bluff” for example, or knowing when to fold because a player’s particular “Tell” is “Telling you and the other players”, that he or she has a “Nut” hand, and a “Fold” of YOUR hand would be advisable.

“Tells” can be ANYTHING. The way a player caps his hole cards with his little trinket like a Gummy Bear, or the way a player repeatedly looks at his hole cards as if the cards might have somehow changed, “Yup, my Pocket Rockets are still there”. A “Tell” can be something like, scratching his or her head or nose, or it might be a certain look, like a smirky smile or frown, or an action like pulling the hood on a hoodie over his/her head completely hiding his “I’ve got the nuts” grin.

You will notice that the best of the professional poker players are emotionless, and very difficult to read, but even with them, they DO have “Tells”, it’s just more difficult to see them and takes repeated exposure to them over time (sometimes years) to figure out what their particular “Tells” are. That’s why THEY are millionaires, and you’re not.

Now, I’m NOT a “Pro”, as I can’t afford the huge tournament entry fees which can be as much as $10,000 for most of the largest tournaments. I HAVE won one old-fart Sunday tournament many years ago in Laughlin, and I consider myself to be a fairly good “Texas No-Limit Hold’em” player.

Part of my own “Game/Strategy” is telling all the other players right up front at the beginning of a tournament/game exactly what to watch for, as far as MY potential “Tells” COULD be. I say COULD be, because it adds a little confusion when they have to either believe me, take their chances or not, I.e., “Is that REALLY a “Tell”, or not?”.

As an example, as soon as I sit down, and before the first hand is dealt, I’ll tell the table that if they see me leaning slightly to my left, slowly lifting my right butt-cheek off my chair as if to fart (and sometimes I MAY have eaten a greasy burrito prior to the game and I DO release a little gas), that “Tell” is indicating that I have “Pocket Rockets” and the “Flop” was “Ace-King-Three” off-suit. In other words, an extremely likely, very high percentage, “Nut” hand for me (or not).

Why I said (or not) at the end of the previous paragraph is because obviously, getting Pocket Rockets (Aces) doesn’t happen very often, so that “Leaning-Fart Tell” can also be used in a bluffing situation when I have a junk hand. This announcement of that particular “Tell” can be randomly used with any “Nut” hand as well. I mix up the “Tells” during a game, and by being up front about it, the other players have to think a little more carefully, Is he bluffing? Or does he have a real hand? I call this strategy “Tell Management/Confusion”.

Players are always trying to figure out what other players “Tells” are, so adding a little confusion to the mix by announcing what to look for is fun, and absolutely funny to me. Be very careful with your play/betting action when you see me slightly lift either my left or right butt-cheek off my chair .

If you’re going to attempt this strategy, I suggest that you eat really greasy Mexican food prior to the game. Another favorite “Tell” of mine is picking my nose, which I also mention at the beginning of a tournament/game. Friendly reminder, bit of advice, do not, I repeat, do NOT flick that booger at the dealer when he’s not looking. The other players WILL “Tell” on you.

Additional content added on Father’s Day, June 20th, 2021:

Occasionally, but rarely, someone raises your substantial bet that you placed after the “River” card from the “Button” by going “All-In”. They either have been checking all the way through the hand with the “Nutz”, or they are trying to bluff you off the pot. You have a decision to make. Either call the “All-In” bet….Or “Fold”, either losing to the Nutz hand and leaving that table, or winning big-time. The related analogy as a continuation of this MEME/Story is the maid suddenly unlocks your hotel room door, walks in, and catches you “Spanking the Monkey” after the Hooker has left.

I either end up distracted and lose, (or accidently win) big hands, or I end up distracted and accidentally spill a little fresh bong water on my…… Laakm&enjo%nepw…..(laptop is ok now). OK, OK, I’ve never been addicted to Porno, but who hasn’t watched “Debbie does Dallas”, or some 8mm B & W porno made back in the sixties by some dude named Harvey Fleischman in New Jersey or New York? P. S. at 72, I’m much better at playing poker or refilling my bong, just sayin’.

The “Nutz” Hand

I’m the “Table-Talk” Champ. 

Thanks for reading this little essay. Let’s play some poker!

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,

 

 

 

 

HERE’S ANOTHER REALLY IMPORTANT PUBLIC SERVICE MESSAGE

THIS LINK IS TO THE U. S. GOVERNMENT WEBSITE WHERE THE FOLLOWING EXCEL FILE WAS DOWNLOADED FROM: https://vaers.hhs.gov/index.html

IT’S ALL YOU REALLY NEED TO KNOW. IF YOU ARE FAMILIAR WITH MIGRATING AROUND AN EXCEL SPREADSHEET, SCROLL DOWN, AS THE NUMBERS OF DEATHS FROM THE COVID-19 SO-CALLED “VACCINES” INCREASE THE FARTHER THAT YOU SCROLL DOWN. YOU WILL SEE HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE DIED IN THE PAST FEW MONTHS FROM THIS ABOMINATION AND HOW THE NUMBERS OF REPORTED DEATHS ARE INCREASING. FOR THE HELL OF IT ALSO TAKE A READ OF THE COLUMN “I” TITLED “SYMPTOM_TEXT”  THAT GIVES GREAT DETAIL OF THE SYMPTOMS/CARNAGE THAT PEOPLE ARE SUFFERING FROM, I.E., THE SEIZURES, UNCONTROLLABLE SHAKING, SHITTING THEMSELVES, FACIAL PALSY, ABDOMINAL PAIN, NAUSEA, EYEBALLS POPPING OUT OF HEAD, VOMITING, PAIN, HEART ATTACKS, TOTAL BREAKDOWN OF LUNG FUNCTION, PAIN, ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA

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I WOULD NORMALLY SAY “GOOD LUCK”, BUT SHEEPLE REFUSE TO BELIEVE THE TRUTH WHEN IT’S STARING RIGHT AT THEM. UNFORTUNATELY FOR THOSE THAT HAVE DIED, THE TRUTH STARED DOWN AT THEM WHEN THEIR CASKET WAS BEING LOWERED INTO THEIR GRAVE-HOLE-IN-THE-GROUND

Go ahead, take the “JAB” or WAKE UP!!!

P. S. i CREATED THIS “POST” BECAUSE FARCECRAP DOES NOT ALLOW THE POSTING OF EXCEL SPREADSHEETS 

 

 

 

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. The real facts are continually being published and seen on a daily basis proving beyond a shadow of ANY doubt that we ALL have been witnesses to the greatest SCAM against mankind in history, the COVID-19 Scam-Demic, which is part of a much broader plan by the “ELITE/CABAL” hereinafter referred to as “THEY”, “THEM” “THEIR”.

THEY, (the perpetrators), thought that by coercing medical professionals (Doctors) by threatening to pull their licenses to “practice” medicine, and by threatening other medical professionals like Nurses and other staff with termination of their jobs, that THEY could get away with this “operation” that had been planned and conceived many years ago.

At the international level, imagine if you were a leader of a country and was given only two choices, become wealthy beyond your imagination (and live)….or die of a sudden heart attack, or perhaps the “covid” takes you out, or maybe it’s just the threat of a bullet to the head. If you were the leader of a country, which would you choose? YES! The money (and the power/membership). Plus, don’t forget that the majority of the world’s political and financial leadership are members of groups like the World Economic Forum and other related groups, like the Bilderberg Group

It’s surprisingly funny that THEY have not yet passed laws in all the participating countries stating that all “Useless Eaters” over the age of 60 shall be exterminated and turned into Girl Scout Cookies. If they DID go to that extreme, I’m sure that the remaining “Useless Eaters-Sheeple-Slaves” would say, “Well, it IS a good thing, for the rest of us”.

With the Scam-Demic fairy tale failing to become what they originally intended (a real killer), and since it turned out to be something with a 99-plus percentage survival rate, their next step (planned in advance) is the unprecedented, unproven, and unpredictable “Experimental Biological Agent“ (Vaccine). By “Hook or Crook”, THEY are intent on killing off as many people on our planet as they can. Either people die now, which thousands have/are, or they die over the next five years if they have accepted the “JAB”, that’s the plan.

Wars will continue, and famines and all sorts of other unimaginable atrocities and “Natural” disasters will continue, along with this new method of eliminating the “Useless Eaters”. UNLESS, we THE PEOPLE of this planet we call Earth do something about it…..do something to stop THEIR end game.

There IS a way to stop all this bullshit. No matter how strong a voice is for TRUTH, THEY are the Master Puppeteers and THEY WILL silence you, just look at the fact that Instagram has recently removed RFKJR’s account.

So many Truth-Tellers are being de-platformed simply for broadcasting the TRUTH. The Truth-Tellers are being booted off of every major Social Media platform there is. Well, go figure, platforms like farcecrap are controlled by the Puppet Masters just like the control THEY have over the Main Stream Media (MSM) and all our various guberments.

What can we do you might ask? It’s complicated, it’s revolutionary, but it’s not impossible. As I’ve been preaching for a long time, the ONLY way to defeat THEM, is to ORGANIZE, COLLABORATE, and SYNERGIZE.

I’ve also stated in the past to start investing in Gold, the “Hold in your hand” kind of Gold. Find a place to bury that Gold, because when the Shit DOES hit the fan, all the Fiat Money like the US Dollar will be “Useless as Wings on a Penis”. Guns? Yes, I believe that the folks who ARE awake will need to protect themselves. Militias? Start organizing amongst yourselves, i.e., ALL like-minded Militias, organize under one banner or flag, please, you WILL BE NEEDED. Food? Start growing your own if you can, and/or join or initiate “Community Gardens”. There is much to do, like I said, defeating THEM is complicated, but not impossible.

To be continued…..

P. S. If you are seriously interested in DOING something, contact me.

I remember a particularly pleasing and life-lesson event one time way back in 1959 in Grade School. I was in the 6th grade. Every school had their “Bully”, you know, the asshole that had flunked a few grades and was two years older (and bigger) than all the other kids.

It was recess, and as usual, the Bully, Joshua Dingleberrystein, was picking on a different kid than me this time. Joshua was twice the size of this little 5th Grader Billy Sullivan. About five minutes into this oh so familiar, punishing scene, right after Joshua had knocked Billy down with a punch in the nose, another kid, a girl, Alessia, had slipped a pair of Brass Knuckles into Billy’s hand.

Joshua had NOT seen the slipping of the Brass Knuckles into the hand move by Alessia, (where she got the Brass Knuckles from is another interesting part of the story). Anyway, Billy got up holding his right hand out of sight, slightly behind his back. Joshua walked up to take another swing at Billy and out of nowhere, Billy landed the hardest punch that I’ve ever seen by a kid in my school and hit Joshua square in the temple. KNOCKED THE FUCKING BULLY OUT!

The twenty or so other kids including myself, who had been standing there watching Joshua abuse another kid (and all of us sad for Billy, but glad it was not one of us) CHEERED! Billy had knocked Joshua out cold.

The recess bell rang a few minutes later while a few of us were urinating on Joshua’s face (we were only trying to wake him up). Everyone except “Out Cold Joshua” or “OCJ” for short, (his new nickname) went back into the school and to our various classrooms. Mrs. Johnson, my teacher, asked where Joshua was. I said, “We’re pretty sure he’s still out on the playground over by the swings taking a little nap”.

Mrs. Johnson left the classroom and left Alessia in charge. We were reading Shakespeare or maybe it was something about Lincoln, I don’t exactly recall. We all got up from our desks and ran over to the windows to watch Mrs. Johnson as she walked over to where Out Cold Joshua was still laying. Someone said, “Geezus, I hope Billy didn’t kill that asshole”.

Imagine, Mrs. Johnson, knowing what kind of prick this asswipe Joshua was, the whole school including all the teachers knew that Out Cold Joshua was a ruthless Bullying piece of shit, but there was nothing they could do about it because Joshua’s father, Mr. Dingleberrystein was the owner of the only bank in our community, and NOBODY dared to defy him, or upset his applecart in any way.

Everyone, the adults that is, banked there, had loans there, and pretty much were obedient “Customers, of Mr. Dingleberrystein. Mrs. Johnson was successful in waking Joshua up from his nap and walked him in and we reckoned, to the nurse’s office. The school day ended and we all went home wondering what was going on in Joshua’s head, and still laughing about the incident on the playground over near the swings.

We didn’t see Joshua for two days. Two days later, I walked into Mrs. Johnson’s class and there he was, sitting there, quietly. His forehead was all puffed out and black & blue which made him look more like a baboon than he already was. “Hey, OCJ, how the fuck are ya dude?” I said with absolutely no remorse or fear.

Out Cold Joshua no longer picked on other kids, and apparently, the reason why is because when Mr. Dingleberrystein had sought out the who, what, and why of the Brass Knuckles, he found out that they belonged to Alessia’s father, Mr. Calabrese, who had just moved his family here from Chicago. It was kind of strange but interesting to us farm-kids, you know, the word “Mafia”. Mr. Calabrese had opened up a small grocery store in nearby Soderville. Needless to say, Mr. Calabrese didn’t give a flying fuck what Mr. Dingleberrystein thought, “Yes, those where MY Brass Knuckles, you ugly hook-nosed fat fuck”, (someone said they heard Mr. Calabrese say).

The point of the preceding story is to say this. What if some of the ultra-wealthy folks actually pooled their money together and acquired, let’s say, 35,000 packed-for-airdrop (with thousands of cases of ammo) the latest and greatest new Sniper Rifle called the MRAD, (Multi-role Adaptive Design) manufactured by Barrett Firearms Company (design based on their earlier — and wildly popular 98B bolt-action rifle), AND, 2,500 packed-for-airdrop  FIM-92 Stinger MANPADS fire-and-forget missile manufactured by Raytheon Missile Systems, AND 2,000 or so miscellaneous containers,  rigged-for-airdrop, containing medical supplies, water, food (MRE’s), and other items required to sustain an army of normal citizens of Palestine, you know, the people that have been living under apartheid conditions for decades.

Zebrael, what do you think? Do you think that you’re still going to fly those F-16’s and F-15’s over the innocent people of Palestine, dropping your bombs, killing people, and do you think you dare send your troops into areas of Palestine that received the aforementioned weapons? You fucking BULLY! Palestine now has a pair of Brass Knuckles you fucking turds!

Interesting to imagine, wish for, but I am serious about this issue. Zebrael has been the “School-Yard Bully” for generations and this one-sided aggression could be stopped if the people of Palestine were given a pair of “Brass Knuckles”.  Billionaires, let us pool a small portion of your wealth together and turn zebrael into “OUT COLD JOSHUA”.

 

A meeting takes place on some rural country road in Kansas. Two vehicles approach each other in the middle of the night. All the local farmers and their families are asleep. It’s two in the morning. Two men get out of their vehicles. One of the men strips down to his underwear. Good thing it’s Summertime, 80 degrees. The stranger in his underwear has done this before. It’s a precautionary thing, you know, hard to hide a miniature microphone to record any conversation you are having when you’re damn near naked. Did the other dude check his butt-hole?

The dude with his clothes on says, “Drop the skivvies, you know the drill”. Only two things are spoken by the dude who still has his clothes on, a woman’s name and her address in San Diego. Immediately thereafter, the almost naked dude pulls up his underwear and without saying a word, puts his clothes back on, gets back into his vehicle. They drive off in opposite directions.

A “Hit” was just ordered. No Manila folder with data and photos of the intended victim. No envelope with $100 bills in it. Just a name and address. Two weeks later, no weapon involved, or “broken” brake lines on her car. The eventual method of killing the victim is a “drug” suppository that is shoved up her ass ala Marilyn Monroe style that causes major organ failures yet makes it appear as a long-term illness.

Six weeks later, after the lengthy toxicology screening post-autopsy, nothing out of the ordinary is found, and the official cause of death is reported as a massive Liver/Kidney/Spleen/Gall Bladder failure. The victim? She was a former Sales Rep for DRUGS R US, one of the world’s largest pharmaceutical companies with 40,000 employees world-wide and sales of almost $50 Billion for the year ending 2020.

She had left DRUGS R US a few years earlier after she had discovered that the management of the company had prior knowledge of one of their newest drugs for reducing Arthritis pain causing the deaths of tens of thousands of patients/users of the drug, and that this knowledge was known a few years in advance of them finally pulling the drug off the market. DRUGS R US was knowingly killing people.

She was eliminated, murdered, because of her outspoken “Whistle Blowing”. Life IS cheap and/or worthless, and of no consequence when it comes down to it, especially when you have a corporate identity, stock value and shareholders to protect.

The people at the top level of management? Most of the upper management were clueless, other than being made aware that a “Whistle Blower” had unfortunately (or fortunately) died of natural causes. They didn’t even bat an eye, could care less, and continued on with their daily biz of running the company. There WERE two people on the Board of Directors that “Winked” at each other when they heard the news of “Sally” the Drug Seller’s death.

Do your own research. It’s easy to figure out the name of the drug company involved and the name of the woman they murdered. It’s also easy to find out who is on their Board of Directors and where they live. Part of my story IS fiction, like the two dudes on some dirt road in Kansas in the middle of the night. Some parts are speculation for now, and some parts are real. I decided to use a fictitious name for the pharmaceutical company that was involved, and a fictitious name for the “Whistle Blower” victim as I do NOT want to end up dying of “Natural” causes because someone shoved a suppository up my ass.

 

You know how when you walk your dog (outside) and they never go in the same spot twice? Like they can’t stand the smell their own pee? Gott behüte! (Heaven forbid!).

And, if where you live has a (combined) 3,684 “Trees, Fences, Garbage Receptacles, and EVERYTHING on any Grassy area” (my title for this piece) you know what I’m saying. Silly me, I always walk to the first three trees that he ever pissed on. Shelton sniffs at the first tree. 360 Degrees later (walk around the tree), no pee, and Shelton looks up at me with a slight grin as if to say, “On to thee next tree, stupid”.

Same thing second and third tree, except this time, after the third tree, I say out loud what I only thought of at the first two trees, “I guess you can pee when and where you want to, and I can go sit on that fucking  bench over there when I want to”, (as I turn and start walking over to the bench, finally, after the first three trees. No, I can’t just skip the first or last two trees, because that would be defeating my purpose of always starting with the first three trees which are no more than 50 feet away from the kitchen door of the casa.

Shelton’s on a leash, because we live so close to that idiot’s house at Mara Lagoo, or whatever it’s called. So, I have to say, Shelton always trots along with me, I never have to yank on his leash as a signal. Well, on to number, 1,872 of all the different things he’s pissed on, “We’re halfway there, dude”, I say to Shelton.

Infrequently, I need to find a big tree that I can ALSO take a piss behind. I’ve always been lucky the four times in that Shelton and I would be on the south side of our estate where all the really old, huge Oak trees are at. Today, we are on the west side where all the Birch trees are, if you get my drift (Oak trees big, Birch trees thin). Oh, and every time I AM pissing behind one of those Oak trees, I have this crazy feeling that somebody’s watching.

The neighbors say that that dude Frump likes to get off on watching dudes pee on MY Oak trees (yes, my two assistants walk Shelton sometimes and have the same issues regarding how many different places Shelton can sniff out and decide to go on to that Water Fountain). Maybe THAT’S why frump is looking at THEM, you know, my two assistants that insisted (requested) that they walk Shelton together. Then they get out there in that forest of really Old Oak trees, and wank each other off or something? Is THAT what frump is looking at with his binoculars?

P. S. This story was inspired by my last walk with Shelton, AND….Wait for it…..That single small rectangular piece of “Chocolate” that I purchased earlier today. My son was right. Holy Crapola! Like he said, “Dad, be careful with those edibles. They can really surprise you when they hit, and DON’T take more than one small piece”. I can say that it was a very pleasant, relaxing, and inspiring high.

As I finished the above, and published it here on my website, and posted it to approximately 80 different pages and groups on farcecrap, I “Clicked” the switch off on my wireless mouse as I always do when I need to take a break, and it’s ALWAYS a good time to take Shelton out to do his business (craps twice a day. Once in the morning , and then late afternoon-early evening, pees four to five times a day, (that’s a LOT of “Trees, Fences, Garbage Receptacles, and EVERYTHING on any Grassy area”), and Shelton, who WAS sound asleep next to my chair, snapped to when I “clicked” my wireless mouse off….like someone lit a match under his big toe. He knows the “click” of that mouse switching-off sound. Anyway, I walked down the hall to the kitchen mixed myself a Martini (shaken, not stirred, with a twist of lemon, a splash of Vermouth,no olives or olive juice), and then I opened the cupboard where I keep all my munchies, and as I thought to myself, “Gee, there’s that “Chocolate” sitting right next to the Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.  Hmmmmm. I grabbed the Reeses this time.

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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