I’m going to do this as fast as I can………….

It seems like EVERYTHING and EVERY TIME I post and try to cross-post tonight, FB is “Blocking” me. In addition, one of their notices said I’m in “Jail” until the 29th 0f July (it’s the 23rd today).

So tonight, I was able to go back to all of these incidents on the FB Support Inbox Page and keep sending the same “Appeal”, over and over and over again, thinking, “They hit me all of the time with those irritating things that sometimes pop up if the FB Algorithm thinks you are a “BOT” because you are going too fast.

That is, you are “Sharing” your post with every “Group” that you belong to (I’m in about 50 groups I think, and many of them related, like the Pro-Palestine Groups that I’m a member of). In my case, I happen to be really really quick at pressing the buttons, clicking my mouse, and “Sharing”, hence, why I get those annoying “Pick out all the dead sea scrolls you see in the pictures” test.

The reason of course is that I believe that if you cross-post not only on every group that you belong to, but have multiple groups of your own to cross-post to you are presenting your “Stuff” to a wider audience. In addition to that, I have nine different “Pages” that are also mine that I cross-post to.

There are many Facebook users that do the same thing that I do, and about an equal number of people that do absolutely no cross-posting at all because they are using FB strictly as a communication method with just their circle of “Friends and family.

They don’t cross-post to their “Friends” pages obviously, and they’re not interested in designing a clever Meme to share with the world.

Why you are asking? Because if it’s true that our posts only reach 5% of our “Friends” and who knows the small percentage of the “Public”, I have a belief that with the cross-posting method, there is a multiplying factor of sorts. The more you are posted to, the more folks see your stuff. Makes sense to me. Just remember to go slow because the Algorithm will think you’re a BOT.

Also, I do have the limit of “Friends” at 5,000, so my 5% = a larger percentage of folks will be seeing my posts.

So, back to the Appealing Procedure. There I was “Appealing” multiple times as fast as I could as I sang, (click on video file now) “I’m going to do this as fast as I can, I’m going to do this as fast as I can, I’m going to do this as fast as I can, FUCK YOU FACEBOOK”.

The “Point” of that whole story (with video), and why I used a Hamster running on one of those circular things, never getting anywhere, is because that’s how I feel, and probably how the majority of other FB users feel. Like Hamsters, running but never getting anywhere, i.e., wasting our precious time filing those fucking “Appeals”.

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NEWS FLASH!! Pedophile Jeffrey Epstein, no longer a viable “asset” for the Mossad, found dead in his cell.

Well, actually, for real, yesterday they found him semi-unconscious with some sort off marks/injuries on his neck. Either self-inflicted or “Bubba” inflicted.

Even if they put him in “Protective” custody, he’s either going to have a sudden “Heart Attack”, or they find him “Hanging” in his cell, that is if someone in his Little Black Book, like Clinton, Trump, or someone else gets to him before “Bubba” does.

What’s more appropriate than a convenient heart attack? Death by ‘Bubba”, and that can be far more punishing. Most “Cons” hate Pedophiles & child killers.

I can see the headlines now, “The Pedophile Jeffrey Epstein has been found brutally murdered in his cell, Raped, Choked, Stabbed to death and left in a pool of his own blood, with a Baseball Bat shoved up his ASS, (dry, no KY) (and his Testicles viciously ripped from his body and shoved down his throat).

I know that sounds really nasty, and “Vengeful”, but it’s not vengeance, it’s called KARMA. It should be the normal punishment for dudes like this. No human should wish the death of another of our species, but as a species, we do condone the appropriate punishments for certain criminal acts. I believe that the fictitious story about “Prison Punishment” as I have presented. is purely my response to the “Crimes” committed, and the Bad Karma that follows such crimes.

Just woke up, and while I was sleeping, farcecrap through me in jail again. If ANYONE reading this has an answer as to why farcecrap keeps doing this to me, please comment or PM me and let me know. Even the feature of “Appealing” their actions would not work for me when I tried to file an appeal.

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Ants! The strongest little critters on our planet

Ants. We have ants, teeny-tiny ones. Not a huge infestation, like they are going to carry away your refrigerator, but just enough to be an occasional nuisance, scrambling around hither and thither on the kitchen counter mostly by the sink.

This morning I was taking my meds and I noticed one single solitary ant, in the cupboard, way up high where I keep my multiple bottles of my meds. I guess what you would call this little fellow an expeditionary scout/explorer type.

It started me thinking, now this little bugger is the equivalent of a zillion miles away from home, like from Planet Krypto, so he’s a zillion miles away from the other sixty-ka-zillion of his family, buddies, and all the others. Just how in the fuck does that single solitary ant find his way back from here to tell everyone that he/she has found my Hershey’s Dark Chocolate Bars? And, why the fuck am I still up at 5:52AM writing about this single solitary ant in the first place? Do they somehow communicate by mental telepathy? Or scream at a pitch that humans can’t hear?

Think about it for a minute. If left alone, that single solitary ant will either travel all those zillions of miles back home, or send out a telepathic message, or scream loud enough for all the other ants to hear? Because if that happens (and it always does) you eventually see first ten to twenty more, then thirty more, and then, if left long enough to their incredible ways, your bar of Hershey’s Dark Chocolate disappears, wrapper and all.

How do I know this? I watched them over a period of four weeks slowly move a dead spider on the window sill, a thousand times larger then them, over to the tiniest of cracks in the corner of the window, and over the six-week period, bit by bit, they totally dismantled the spider and carried the now microscopic bits and pieces through the tiny crack and home from there. It all started with one single solitary ant, an expeditionary explorer/scout type ant. Amazing!

The ant, and my brain. Get that first bugger, and any other expeditionary scout/explorers that appear early on (there’s always at least ten more that show up, probably guided by that mental telepathy or high-pitched screaming I mentioned earlier. I need to buy some ant traps I keep telling myself. I also need to go to bed. Just before I woke up this morning, I had this eerie sensation of a hundred kazillion tiny little ants, lifting my body off my bed and hauling me away. Just a dream of course.

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“Please leave a message after the tone”

I’m standing here at my kitchen counter, grating some REALLY good “Ensenada Smoothie”, loading my handmade “Driftwood” pipe that I made a few years ago from a piece of very hard, well no, “Hard Enough, (as in what Susie said to me last night) gnarly twisted, piece of driftwood that I found in 1995 (24 years ago) on the beach directly in front of my beach pad on Silverstrand Beach in Ventura County, California.

As I’m now loading my home-made driftwood pipe, I say to my friend on the other side of the kitchen counter chopping something, “This is my Operating Room”. Then I instantly turn that thought into a Doctor’s Message on his Answering Machine and Cell Phone……..

BEEP!!!!! “Howdy, this is Dr. Saxe, I am either currently in surgery, at a Dodger game and I have my cellphone off, or I might be sleeping, or I might be taking a shit, so leave a message at the sound of the beep. I promise that I will return your call. If you need surgery, and you are “Price Shopping”, PRESS ONE FOR LIVER REMOVAL, PRESS TWO FOR FOOT SURGERY, PRESS THREE FOR INGROWN TOENAIL REMOVAL, PRESS FOUR FOR A HEART TRANSPLANT, PRESS FIVE FOR PENIS EXTENSION OR REMOVAL (if you currently are in the process of changing your sex, “From Male TO Female”, PRESS SIX IF YOU WANT TO HAVE YOUR PET DOG, CAT OR SPOUSE SPAYED OR NEUTERED, PRESS SEVEN TO RETURN TO THE MAIN MENU. Thank you, I will get back to you shortly with a “No Frills Cost Estimate”. BEEP!!!!

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You win the Big Fat Cigar, Asshole

Christianity, in all its sometimes-bizarre iterations, is the most radicalized and subsequently the most ridiculous religion of them all. To so adversely and perversely change the intent of a prophet’s words of Love, Compassion and Forgiveness into a religion that condones apartheid actions by others, (and sometimes because of their own actions), is, and should be, a “Wake-Up Call” for our entire species.

Many religions have their own percentage of Wackos, killing people because of the perverse radicalization of their beliefs, but Christianity wins the Grand Prize, the Big Fat Cigar. Just study the history of our species folks. I have, and I still do. Just like the so-called Pentecostal Revivals over just the past one hundred years or so.

As it morphed over the years, it spawned so much bad shit I don’t know where to begin describing the absolutely insanity. We could start with the “Prosperity Preachers”, you know, the ones who laugh all the way to the bank with your “Tithes & Offerings” as they place their order for their new Gulfstream G650 and their third Rolls Royce.

Or we could have a discussion about the rampant sexual abuse of children by Catholic Priests.

Or we could just talk about the so-called “Christians” who lead double lives, pretending to be “Holier than Thou” when in actuality, they are the biggest “Hypocrites” of ANY religion.

Zionism, the radical distortion/theft of a religion shares the Big Fat Cigar by the way., and they’re laughing all the way to their bank as well. Just ask ANY true follower of the Hebrew faith.

I’m sure some of you “get it”. Those of you not only know what I am talking about, you can add to these comments of mine.

Time is bringing us to a fork in the road. You can follow all the rest of the sheeple down the left path, or, if you DO get it, come with me as I take the “Right” road into the age of Aquarius.

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I prayed, and God “Answered My Prayer”

Whatever you desired, a healing, some sort of financial “miracle”, the death of your worst enemy or your mother-in-law, whatever you prayed for, you have a 50/50 chance of it happening, or not. I suppose your “prayers” have better odds then at the Crap Table.

You say, “But I saw a woman who was paralyzed from the waist down get up and walk at one of the Reverend Hocus-Pocus Faith Healing Services last night”. Listen gullible ones, if people could be “cured” by some dude swinging and hitting you with his $3,000 suit jacket, all the hospitals in the world would be empty.

You say, “Oh, but it was the woman’s “faith” and “God’s” will that she was “healed”…….or not. It still was a 50/50 chance that God had anything to do with it. One thing’s for sure, Reverend Hocus-Pocus took $187,654 to his bank the next day, and I’ll just bet you that woman is back to cruising around in her wheelchair…..or not.

“Faith” is nothing more than your gullible belief that you are going to roll a “7” or “11” each time you throw the dice. The same thing is true with everything in life, be it our religious beliefs or anything else for that matter.

You say, “Ahhh, but my faith in God is believing in the unseen” which I respond, “Go for it, there’s a 50/50 chance that you are wasting your emotional and mental well-being in vain. Still better odds than any game of chance”.

What is Faith? A word we hear all the time. “Keep the faith”, “Walk in faith”, “Having faith”. So, what is faith? Faith has several different definitions. Let me address the definition most used by religions.

“Faith” (insert gullibility here) is an absolute belief in a God or Gods, in the doctrines of ANY religions, based on spiritual apprehension RATHER THAN TRUTH OR WHAT IS SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN TO BE A FACT.

With something we call “Common Sense”, which is really not common at all, you will discover a far greater truth and wisdom. You will no longer have a fear (in the case of many religions) of going to Hell, or even of dying for that matter. You WILL embrace the simplest of truths, that we all know as the “Golden Rule”, “To treat ALL others as we ourselves desire to be treated”.

I’m not trying to attack or criticize anyone’s particular “faith” or belief system in WHATEVER it may be. They can believe whatever they feel they must believe in. Our universe and everything in it may well be a “creation” by some supreme being, and our universe may just well be an experiment in some Petri Dish across all time and space.

Whatever your beliefs are, it’s not going to prevent others, like myself from believing differently. For myself, I have discovered true peace, and wait for it……Forgiveness. For having the ability to truly forgive is the number one ingredient in the practice of following the Golden Rule.

That’s what I believe, and continue to “preach” and I can tell you from first-hand experience in my own life, understanding and believing the foregoing is what has truly rewarded me with a permanent, true peace, in my mind and in my heart. Give the dice a toss folks, try the Golden Rule.

P. S. So, I just posted this post, minus my Post Script just I am now adding, (I sure hope I can convince people to come back to read this), and I’m sitting on my patio overlooking the entire bay of Ensenada, (and the “Ensenada Smoothie” has kicked in). I decide to change the music from ”Ella & Count Basie” to “Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young”. As I’m super-chillin’, this song of theirs begins playing, and I got the following thought, in other words, how the words inspired an entirely different, sort of strange interpretation of their words…..

I am yours; you are mine; you are what you are, and you make it hard

What have you got to lose?

Put those words into a sort of strange light by thinking of the words of the “Golden Rule”.

“I am yours” as in, I would give my life and all history of my existence, for you.

“You are mine” as in, if you follow the same path as I do, you will do the same for me.

“You are what you are” as in, it really doesn’t matter to the both of us, what we believe in, as long as we both can truly live the “Golden Rule”.

“And you make it hard”, as in, the way you treat me with sacrificial love and compassion, I would be hard-pressed to go back to what I used to be.

“What have you got to lose”, speaks for itself.

Thank you for reading this.

P. S. Being that I am an optimist, I believe that I will live long enough to one day hear my grandson say to me, “Grandpa, please tell me again what war and killing people was all about”. I believe we will find peace eventually if we can accomplish a miracle or two, or three. If you agree to all the wars, and you are a shareholder in several companies that manufacture weapons of war, it is beyond stupid, it’s insane, give yourself a Lobotomy. If you are a Zebraist, or support Zebraism, your just due is coming very soon.

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French Pot (Coffee) Story

So, I don’t know what I did wrong tonight but I just made the shittiest pot of coffee I’ve ever made.

Now, my French Pot is small, maybe three cups? I instantly remembered seeing a much larger French Pot at someone’s for dinner one time, can’t remember who with. Like maybe double the size of MY French Pot, six-cupper?

A split second later, I’m seeing a French Pot that’s so big, as the camera pans up from this gigantic 500 gallon French Pot, past the top of the plunger knob, (that happens to have a huge easy chair affixed to the top of the knob), the camera finally settling on this huge fat Sumo Wrestler, who a split-second later is dropped down on top of the Huge Easy Chair/Plunger combo, pressing the coffee instantly.

A few minutes later, as I’m writing this, I’m thinking, “It was really hard to press tonight, I hope I didn’t fuck up my French Pot”. So, I take one more sip of the shittiest coffee I’ve ever made, stop typing this and I’m getting up now to go see if I fucked up my friend’s French Pot (some people steal silverware or ashtrays, I like French Pots).

Nope. French Pot is fine, no damage. Note to self: “Take the plunger apart and clean it like you normally do when it’s hard to press. Oh, and don’t put as much coffee in the pot as you just did. You put in WAY too much”.

P. S. When a French Pot or actually the REAL name, French Press, is used properly, it produces the absolute best that a cup of coffee can be.

P. S. S. “Another thought, “Don’t make coffee when you are stoned”.

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The real burial site of Jesus was found where?

Archaeologists have recently discovered the burial site of the man that the world has known for over 2,000 years as Jesus of Nazareth, the Jesus of the New Testament. On an expedition in January of this year, an International Team of Archaeologists discovered a large under-ground cavern in the Rawok Lake region of Eastern Tibet (China). With painstaking patience, they uncovered and excavated this large cavern containing ancient writings/scrolls, pottery of various sizes, carpenters’ tools, and the mummified remains of five adults and one child.

The writings, some on Gandhara Birchbark scroll and some Palm-leaf manuscripts, are from the 1^st Century BCE and are said to be the earliest Buddhist writings in existence. The archaeologists also discovered scrolls of parchment written in Aramaic. One scroll has been determined to be similar to a “Last Will & Testament” possibly written by Jesus. Hand-writing analysis has confirmed that all the other Aramaic scrolls were written by the same person who identified himself (signature), as “The Jesus of Nazareth”. From the “Last Will & Testament” scroll, researchers have determined that Jesus was married, and had three children and one grandchild at the time of the writing.

Earlier scrolls, now called the “Jesus Scrolls”, document his decades of travel in the Far East, to what is now known as India, Vietnam, Japan, Northern China, and the Korean Peninsula. Researchers have noted that the “Jesus Scrolls” were almost like a travelogue, noting the different cultures and religious beliefs, along with touristy descriptions of places like Mount Fuji and the Great Wall of China.

Five of the large clay pots, approximately 55 gallons each, held the dried remnants of a liquid that after testing and analysis, was determined to be wine at one time. Yes, Jesus loved his wine. Several of the smaller pots contained Fish Bones, Unleavened Bread, and Olive Pits. The rudimentary carpenter tools were similar to those found in the Middle-East during Jesus lifetime.

After months of careful excavation and study of this archaeological site and the ongoing study of the various artifacts and writings, it has been determined that in fact, what has been discovered there is from the time when Jesus was supposed to have been crucified and buried 2,000 years ago.

One of the early Buddhist writings has been determined to be a sort of obituary, documenting the death of the man they called Jesus. With careful examination and testing of the mummified remains of the body that more than likely was the body of Jesus, the team of Forensic Pathologists have recently determined that Jesus probably died of food poisoning. The “Buddhist Obituary” as it is now referred to, describes Jesus as having a fever and extreme stomach pain after eating Yak, then he died. According to the “Buddhist Obituary” Jesus was 87 years old when he died.

Now, all of the preceding was written as, and intended to be fiction, to make one point. We ALL have a RIGHT to believe in something. Whatever it is that you believe in, that’s okay, but ask yourself, just how gullible are you, really, if you had any inclination to believe what I previously wrote? Seek the truth in everything. Do research as much as you are able to, and I hope, don’t accept everything out of ignorance or blind faith.

Show me the masses of our species suddenly being healed from whatever afflicts them, and I may begin to see a different light myself. It’s not going to happen. The world, trust me, has been ravaged through history, MOSTLY by mankind’s religions, and their differences. The dawning of the “Age of Aquarius” is upon us now. Just for the halibut, try something different for a change. Try the Golden Rule. Try treating ALL others the way YOU want to be treated.

P. S. For those of you that get it, here’s a little comic-relief after all you have been through reading my post. One of MY best friends being interviewed on his Tour Bus by Jimmy Fallon…….. https://youtu.be/J9pfuI8nzOw

P. S. S. So, just as I had finished posting my “The Body of Jesus has been found in Tibet” story, I thought to myself, “Some folks are going to be intelligent enough to know that even though it “looks” real, they automatically know it’s a joke. But the idiots are going to see the realistic image that I modified in Photoshop looking like that famous news dude and REALLY believe it’s a real photo of that famous news dude announcing the discovery of Jesus body in Tibet. So then guess what? The very first comment on this Facebook post of mine and it’s some dude expressing his “I told you so” typed remark…….OH….KAYYYYYY! (without actually reading the story, i.e., following the link to my website). I laughed at this dude’s stupidity until I almost cried.

P. S. S. S. Some, actually I suspect many, folks won’t get to the last paragraph which is the moral behind the story, the real message. It’s a shame.

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The slow demise of “Religion”, and the rise of “Consciousness”

This was originally published on July 12th 2019, updated October 9th, 2020.

It is comforting, and a feeling of gratification that I have lived long enough to not only witness, but feel a small part of this “Great Awakening” portion of our evolution as a species. It has taken decades, with the advent of the age of technology, computers, the internet, and social media, for ordinary people with extraordinary common sense to begin to wake up to this “New Age”, which IS part of the beginning, i.e., “The Dawn of the Age of Aquarius”. We have been in the “Doorway”, walking across the threshold from the “Age of Pisces” which was the age of “Religions”, into this new age called “Aquarius”, an age of technology, for perhaps 100 years or so, and I believe that we will still be crossing over the threshold for at least another two hundred years, i.e., we don’t get there overnight, it takes time.

God is NOT dead. News Flash! He just never existed in the first place, and people are waking up and recognizing that. In place of religion, a new sensibility is emerging, watering the flowers on the graves of “Religion” in their own minds and hearts. This new awareness really isn’t new, it’s been there all along. It’s just more enhanced and “Shared” because of technology.

Along with mankind’s insanely archaic religiosity, what is dying a slow death is everything related to it; Wars, Human Suffering, and so many other negative attributes that our species has been a slave to for thousands of years. To be just a small part of this significant change/process is humbling and reassuring to me.

On one hand, it certainly is pathetic how the so-called modern day “christians” are reacting to the world around them. How can one not be appalled by the recent FB post wherein a so-called “pastor” said, “Immigrant detention centers are good for kids because they can still have church services”. Or how can a normal human being who claims to be a Christian be OK with, justify, and be a part of the apartheid treatment of the Palestinian people? Oh, yeah, I forgot, it’s all part of THEIR plan according to “Bible Prophecies”. Guess what! Jesus is not coming back.

The “Light of Aquarius” has begun to shine brighter and brighter on the malignity with our species that has been there all along, just look at the news. Epstein? He has lived out his usefulness to the Mossad and it won’t surprise me if he conveniently and covertly dies of “Natural Causes”. If the headlines read, “Epstein found hanging in his cell with a baseball bat stuck up his ass”, it won’t be suicide, it’ll be death by “Bubba”. If it REALLY appears to be an unfortunate death due to a “Heart Attack, that will be one of his elite clients hiring a professional “Hit-man”. If he mysteriously disappears, along with his money, he will be living out the remainder of his life in the Zionist s so-called State of Israel. Speaking of the The Middle East? Shit’s going to start happening that the zionists are not going to be happy with. Update 10/09/20: Epstein IS either dead now, or one a beach somewhere.

On the other hand, our species HAS been in the early stages of a great awakening as we evolve. Religions of ALL kinds and types are slowly dying, some religions will take a little longer to become just a footnote in our history as a species, but for sure, we are evolving into a different, more honest and humane species.

One of the first to go? Christianity and especially the evangelical zionist christians. Along with them, hand in hand, we will also see the zionists who will be flushed down the cesspool of mankind.

“It’s not over until the Fat Lady sings? Guess what folks, the Fat Lady is singing now” Sorry the image of the T-Shirt is so pixelated. The actual image and verbiage on the T-Shirt is sharp, in case you are interested in one.

More about this “Great Awakening”, feel free to comment on this post, and if you have something you feel adds to this, PM me and I will add your thoughts to the post on this website and on the itad website.

P. S. Being that I am an optimist, I believe that I will live long enough to one day hear my grandson say to me, “Grandpa, please tell me again what war and killing people was all about”. I believe we will find peace eventually. If you agree to all the wars, and you are a shareholder in several companies that manufacture weapons of war, it is beyond stupid, it’s insane, give yourself a Lobotomy and divest yourself of all the Military/Industrial Complex shares in your stock portfolio. I have a new website which is dedicated to re-training people that are involved in the manufacture of weapons of war. You can visit the new website here:

https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

For those who have been keeping up with my progress with “The Dead Armadillo” story, here’s my latest:

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Thank you for reading this.

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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I saw someone post a related photo today, and because I couldn’t find the posting again, I was inspired to write this, and include a video. A young woman, leshia Champs, a mother of five passed her bar exam. So, you are thinking, why is this a big deal? Let me tell you.

This fantastic event took place late last year in 2018, but is still relevant today, and will continue to be relevant I hope, for years to come. What a great inspiration for everyone who strives to do better in life, especially those that DO IT despite difficult, or what may seem to be, impossible odds. Earlier this year, Ms. Champs was selected to be assistant county attorney for the Children’s Protection Practice Group of Harris County. WOW!

Congratulations! We are ALL proud of you leshia, and I believe that you will inspire thousands of people over time. I myself had to take pause and think about it, as I didn’t start writing until three years ago, and I’m going to be 71 in a few weeks. I certainly have not given up on my writing, I’m DOING it.

Here’s a link to a video, and my thoughts/Meme, inspired by leshia’s wonderful story……..

https://youtu.be/nx2tjd2V7L4

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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Here are my thoughts on “Success” and “Karma”

What is “Success”? What is “Karma”? What is the relationship, if any, between the two? Do you think ALL Billionaires and Millionaires, and people who make at least $200,000.00 per year (or more) are ALL “Happy-Go-Lucky” and are Good Karma people? If you are the richest mouther-fraccker on the planet and you are a Bad Karma person, would you truly be “Successful”?

Success doesn’t mean wealth. Success is based on that individual’s true perception and acceptance of their “Station in Life”. Their happiness, their love, their peace of mind, their acceptance of others…….is their Karma, in this case, Good Karma. Yes, just a small percentage of those at the top of the financial heap are Good Karma people.

In spite of their egotistical display of their wealth disguised as generosity, the Bad Karma Assholes are either publicly known for their lifestyle of really bad shit, or in most cases, known apparently for their public persona of pretend happiness and “nar·cis·sis·tic” generosity, which in this case, a small percentage of us can tell that underneath the staged happiness, they are still vicious/malicious/malodorous mother-fuckers, i.e., Bad Karma people.

A vast majority of those extremely successful people, those Insanely Monstrous Mudder-Fuchsia’s would poison their own grand-mother to get at her wealth quicker. Those people whose wickedness is right out there in the open too, exposing the true nastiness of Bad Karma, versus the minority of those financially successful people that are Good Karma people through to their bones.

Back to True Success. As I said “Success” is not measured in terms of wealth. I have known people that had very little in terms of financial wealth, but they were Good Karma people that were happy with their “Station in Life”, which equals “True Success” in my book. They were Good Karma people in spite of their lack of wealth because wealth has nothing to do with our perception of “Success”.

You can point at someone and say, “That’s a tough life that dude is living” and you think he lacks success in his life, when in fact, just the opposite, that person IS successful in my opinion, because of his Good Karma. Is he successful you ask? Knowing that he is a Good Karma person, go ask him if he truly is happy with his “Station in Life”. If he is, then he is “Successful”.

In finishing this thought tonight. You can’t be both types of Karma at the same time, or have 80% Good Karma with 20% Bad Karma thrown in, or the opposite or some other ratio. You’re either 100% Good Karma or 100% Bad Karma. No in-between. Are you born that way? Were you raised that way? Who knows? Generally speaking, Bad Karma people come from generations of atrocious assholes before them.

Regardless of their financial status or the perception of their happiness and success. Bad Karma is shared between the Village Idiot AND the well-educated, and everywhere in-between. Good Karma people, regardless of I. Q., or wealth are just people that are “Truly Successful” with their “Station in Life” regardless of external influences (like money). They’re known as Good Karma people and a very large percentage of them are “Successful”.

Are you a Bad Karma person? You should know if you are, except most of you are blind to your Karma. You are totally blind to your fucking black-hearted life and lie. Good Karma people know the effect they have on others, and the feeling they experience because of the reciprocal nature of Good Karma. I believe only a Good Karma person can recognize a Good Karma person. It would be nice if Bad Karma could have more reciprocality to it, if you know what I mean.

Due to the fact that our evolution as a species is now including the fact that people are beginning to hear the wake-up call, there is some bad shit (Bad Karma) going to start occurring, and begin to escalate with the Bad Karma crowd……And it’s not going to be pretty.

Final thought. For the Good Karma people, “Payback is Success”, for the Bad Karma people, “Payback’s a Bitch”.

For those who have been keeping up with my progress with “The Dead Armadillo” story, here’s my latest:

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

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PMS – “Patriot’s Military Services”

Had a great thought tonight, after smoking a bowl. For what I’ve been “Preaching” for so long is to happen, then we are going to need a “Well-Trained Militia” ARMED, and the name for it is PMS (and not premenstrual stress). PMS is the synonym for “Patriot’s Military Services”. We need to design this patch or trademark/logo, so any artists who are like-minded with this effort we are making, then please submit your designs by Private Message.

If this is intriguing to you because you have read a lot of my posts including my posts on my website, and know where I stand, and what it is I believe in, then as much as I hate war and killing, I have to ask if there are any of you out there with military training and background that believe in what we are doing, and want to “Get Involved” please Private Message me.

P. S. If you are against Zionism because you know it’s a political form of government and believe that is the most evil organized mob in history that want’s to rule over you, and the world completely, then this is an organization for you, regardless of your talent. Thanks.

We sometimes think it is hopeless and against all odds, but hey, we are part of the 99% against the 1% that currently have absolute control. We can and shall overcome the odds, but only if we truly ORGANIZE. Otherwise, we are all just as a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”. Some thoughts on possible miracles/solutions can be found on the following GOFUNDME page. If you have questions, suggestions, comments, etcetera, again, please feel free to contact me. You can contact me by farcecrap PM, send me an email or fill out the contact form below. Thank you.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/like-a-single-fly-farting-in-the-wind

ITAD-NAO Home

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

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Most important video you will see to date on 9-11

It’s as if we ALL are laying in our own separate beds, awake, and there is this one really pesky fly buzzing around our bed. It dive-bombs at our head and we take a swing at it trying to slap it down, without success. Then, this annoying little fly hovers a foot in front of your face and you take another swing at it, and it lands on the blanket near your crotch. You take another slap at it, miss, and you’ve accidentally hit yourself in the balls which pisses you off even further.

This is frustrating it is when over the years, we see millions of “9-11” FB posts/comments/discussions, on social media websites like Facebook, Twitter, etcetera. Videos, books, the social media as I have mentioned, ALL have a common truth that we now know, that 9-11 first of all, was a “False-Flag” operation and that the buildings were brought down with controlled demolitions. That the perps were NOT a handful of Saudi dudes committing an act of terrorism on behalf of Osama Bin Laden, but in fact were the “Intelligence” agencies of the Zionist Outlaw regime from the so-called “State of Israel”, along with the United States CIA and other unnamed enablers. With ALL of this knowledge and the massive sharing of this truth, we are still so much as that single fly, which by the way, when it landed on your blanket near your crotch, it farted, but you could not hear it. This is why I have been saying for a few years now, “We are all like a single fly, farting in the wind. No one hears it”.

Watch this video as this IS the best concise summation. 34 minutes and 44 seconds short, based on years of research that you need to see. Even MY posts of THIS on my own websites and on Facebook will STILL BE, like a single fly, farting in the wind. It is time to gather all like-minded folks (fly farts) together and come up with a plan to actually do something with our knowledge. In order to do something, we MUST first organize, i.e., gather all of our individual “Fly Farts” into one large fart, so to speak. By organizing, I don’t mean having demonstrations, marches and rallies, those are merely individual fly farts as well.

Many of you are already members of itad-nao.com, which I established a few years ago. It is, and will become, first an internet gathering of voices, and then eventually “Brick & Mortar” locations throughout the world, where we can meet in mass, in our “Tabernacles”, communicate, form leadership roles/functions, and begin to truly devise a plan to first bring the 9-11 criminals to justice, eliminate the ties with the Zionist so-called State of Israel, rid ourselves of the Zionist supporters in our U. S. government, and defeat this horrid aspect and influence on our lives that started a long, long time ago.

We are looking forward to the first billionaire that truly has seen and knows the truth, and that at least as an act of his/her conscience, signs up and helps fund this “Gathering together” of ALL the like-minded folks that believe, and desire action.

It’s not too late to “Congregate”.

Here’s the link I mentioned. It’s an interview of Christopher Bollyn by Sean Stone (son of Oliver Stone, the film maker). This interview took place on March 10^th, 2015.

https://youtu.be/Kc1lGqIGYSA

Here’s a link to The International Tabernacle of Abiding Dudeism www.itad-nao.com

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISH

For those of you that have enjoyed reading my posts and pages, and would like to make a small donation in support of my writing efforts, I have now set up a PayPal account for you to contribute $1 or so, or you can send some homemade Venison Jerky or Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups , your donation is 100% tax deductible. The preceding request for donations has always been my half-hearted attempt to make a little money from my writing. A few friends/relatives HAVE sent small donations, I even received some really good Venison Jerky one time from my Cousin Barry. No Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups however. I now add that IF you are like-minded and in agreement with this post, please donate to the cause. The monies will be used for things like hiring a professional web designer for the itad-nao website, and related needs. Thank you very much.

What the 4th of July means or doesn’t mean to me

I can remember when my two kids were young, every 4^th of July someone would go up and down the streets of Simi Valley planting those little sticks with the American flag in the ground, usually in the grass close to the curb near the mailbox. It was so cool to see the flag at every house on our block, and I imagine there were literally millions of these little flags planted all over America back in the 1980’s. I forgot who was doing the “planting” in Simi, but I’m sure it was a Veteran’s group of some kind.

One year, after walking out in the front yard and patriotically admiring our little flag early in the morning, I think I had the garage door open, and I was tinkering around with my 1972 Corvette, when I looked out towards the end of the driveway, I noticed that our little flag was gone. Looking up our street I noticed that ALL the neighbor’s flags were “missing in action” as well. I didn’t put a whole lot of thought into it other than thinking, “Well, someone must really love our flag, our symbol of Democracy and Freedom.

The next year on the 4^th of July, just like the years before, I spotted our little flag stuck in the soil by the mailbox. Just as I was about to go back in the house, down the street I could see this Hispanic dude on a bicycle plucking every single flag out of the ground at my neighbor’s houses. Since he was coming my direction, I walked out to the curb and stood next to this 6” by 4” flag on a 12” stick. As he was stealing the flag from the next-door neighbor, I yelled out to him as he approached on his bicycle, “Get the fuck outa here man, leave our flags alone. He flipped me the finger and said something in Spanish as he rode away, and out the end of our street, turning on Avenida Simi.

All these years later, I’m sitting on my deck overlooking the ocean here in Ensenada and it dawned on me. After thirty years, I suddenly realized WHY that dude was ripping off all the tiny little flags. I laughed to myself as I thought, “Shit, now I know the dude was collecting those flags so that he or someone else on his team could stand at the major intersections from Simi to San Diego and elsewhere to wave the flag and sell them to motorists stopped for a red light. Pretty fucking clever I have to admit. Wither it was a fixed price like a dollar bill, or a donation that could bring less or more than a dollar, cumulatively, each flag was worth a ton of money in the grand scheme of things.

I guess the thought that triggered this old memory in part, was that when you are driving on a main road here in Ensenada, like Avenue Reforma (Highway 1) almost every time you stop for a red light at a major intersection, these dudes selling shit like lollipops or whatever, walk past your vehicle selling their stuff.

So, think about that dude from forty years ago, the dude stealing all the free flags that suddenly appeared stuck in the ground by the mailbox every 4^th of July. Just how many flags could a person rip off in several hours in the morning, 100? 500? 1,000? How many OTHER dudes were on their bicycles doing the same thing in Simi Valley? Three? Ten? Thirty?

That day, and every 4^th of July, there were millions of flags being pulled out of the ground by dudes on bicycles, all over the country, and thousands of men & women selling these same flags on every major street in America. Kind of sounds like something Gypsies would think of. Pretty fucking smart if you ask me. If I’m ever in that situation again, instead of yelling at the dude on the bike in protest, I’ll be standing there, waving the good ole Red White & Blue and hand it to him as he rides by so he doesn’t have to stop.

Now to the nitty-gritty. America HAS changed, and it is just not the same. With the advent of the computer and all the social sharing sites like Facebook, more and more people, all over the world, are being bombarded with thoughts, opinions, suggestions and information. Information that in many cases is false and in many cases are true. I have formed my own opinions on a wide range of subjects over a long period of time, going as far back as 1963 when they killed Kennedy. I was 15 at the time.

I share an opinion is all, take it or leave it. This year (talking about 2019) there is a massive amount of folks that have been sharing just how hypocritical folks are to celebrate the 4^th of July, with the awakened mind they have discovered just how murderous our society is. The numbers are staggering. The number of innocent people that have been killed by our Military/Industrial complex alone is staggering. Add to that, the deaths that other governments are responsible for as well, and you want to wave a fucking flag while watching the fireworks down at the local park?

There was a time when the celebration of the 4^th of July really was in remembrance of the Revolutionary War and the founding of our country. THAT, I still respect and keep in mind every 4^th of July. Watching a Jackass standing on his decorated platform saluting the Tanks, and troops as they walk by? So fucking disgusting I feel like WANTING to puke.

For you young men and women in our Armed Forces, don’t take it personally, but I think ALL of you have your heads up your ass and need a little re-indoctrination. WAR IS HELL. WAR IS NOT A GOOD THING. KILLING OTHERS FOR DEMOCRACY AND FREEDOM? I say Bullshit. Do your homework. Find out why, as an example, we even went to war in Vietnam. Then work forward on the timeline from there. False Flags Smalsch Flags, it is now a known fact that our country (the leadership/puppets) have been taking us to war for a very long time for……Wait for it…….PROFIT. If Henry Ford had invented an automobile that ran on hemp, we would be much farther along the road in the evolution of our species, and I don’t think we would have had so many wars and conflicts over oil.

This year (2019) especially, considering the mess we are in and the constant threats of more war, think of the 4^th of July ONLY as a tribute to the gain of our Independence from the British Monarchy and the founding of our nation.

In closing, today our founding fathers have again, flipped over in their graves and turned their backs on some of you. If you agree with this little homage to the 4^th of July, share it, If you don’t agree with my opinions, so fucking what, I could give a flying fuck what mindless sheeple think….BUT, this is America, and you have every right to disagree with anyone, and express your own thoughts and opinions.

Now I think I’ll go light the charcoal, I’m having a really nice, well-marbled Porterhouse, Grilled Veggies, and glass of Chianti. Not because it’s the 4^th of July, but because I’m hungry and got a really awesome deal on these steaks.

P. S. Remember, it’s called “Independence Day”, NOT “Let’s Bomb the Shit Out of Another Country Day”

Postscript July 3rd, 2023: I’m what they call, apolitical. Left wing, Right Wing, same bird (vulture?). It’s interesting that my original post of the “Link” on my website of this man’s rant from the summer of 2019 received so much commentary. Viral compared to most. This is before the Left Wing took over, now look where we are. Trump was proven to be right in many decisions, and wrong in a lot as well. The deep state military/industrial complex and elites/bankers like Blackrock who owns them are laughing all the way to the bank as they watch today’s typical political farce, going back a few years now.

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

Tequila Sunrise versus an Ensenada Sunrise

We all know what a Tequila Sunrise is, you know, the drink. An Ensenada Sunrise is when you are driving on ANY major street at dawn, in this case, you’re going North on the Avenue Reforma (Highway 1) at 5:57 am towards the main city portion of Ensenada and you can’t quite see the road surface. You want to be there when the largest Swap-Meet in Baja opens up their gates at 6:30 am, hoping to score a nice, slightly used sofa and some weed.

When all of sudden, and it’s not that you don’t see them in time, it’s because you fucking didn’t see them at all. The mother-fucking POTHOLES. No, I didn’t imply that there was just ONE POTHOLE by putting an “S” on the end of the word POTHOLES.

As implied, two deep and sharp-edged potholes, one immediately after the other, in rapid, fully automatic action. The two sudden violent assaults against my vehicle bounced me 8 times in one and a half seconds, like I was a kid on speed bouncing in one of those bouncing castle things the rich kids have in their backyard on their birthdays.

Then you FEEL the damage happening to your car, your tires, your Degenerative Arthritic back, injured in Vietnam over 50 years ago. The two potholes tore up both my right front tire and left rear tire, and later on I would find out from the dude at the tire store, “Both of your rims have sustained considerable damage, dents into the rim enough that we will have to refuse to sell you the two tires that you require, if you ask us to do so. In fact, we refuse to sell you the two tires you require in any circumstance because you might just walk out the door carrying those two tires you desire and go home and have Mike your neighbor assist you in mounting them. We cannot be a part of that.

If you somehow do something to get a good seal, stuff banana leaves filled with donkey shit or whatever, in the gap where the air seems to be escaping from between the Magnesium Wheels and the tires, and you are driving down some populated section of this Beautiful City of Ensenada, and those two tires suddenly deflate, sending your vehicle into a crowd of tourists that had just disembarked from the “Red-Light Special” Cruise Ship from Tijuana, filled with a lot of gringos from San Diego (and within a 200 mile range of San Diego, basically all of Southern California and the South-West portion of Arizona, and two dudes from Colorado) we would feel liable. Worst yet, what if you actually hit a Mexican? OMG! Think of it. So good bye, have a nice day, no tires for you, Vamoosee!” That, is an Ensenada Sunrise………..Versus a Tequila Sunrise…….

Which you probably had several of that day after killing 12 gringos and maiming-for-life five other tourists from the cruise ship, the “Red-Light Special” out of Tijuana…….Oh, and the one Mexican dude that was hawking flags to this crowd of gringos looking for a good time. The Mexican vendor was waving cheap little miniature American “Stars & Stripes” flags and some really nice Mexican flags of three different sizes when you splattered him all over the pavement at 5:57 am this morning.

But how can it be that you weren’t arrested on the spot, blood on your front bumper, hood and windshield and all the dead and soon to be dead, strewn all over the sidewalk, and instead, you would be sitting at home when the Federales burst through your front and back doors, and you are wasted, because you had consumed six Tequila Sunrises and three bowls of really good Mexican weed after walking ten miles to get home. Thinking to yourself, “Oh well, it’s Mike’s car, not mine. I might have enough time to pack my bags and skeedaddle back to San Diego. I think the next bus is at 5:00 pm tonight.

So, you get home, have a Tequila Sunrise, and start packing your bags. Not even finished with the packing of the first of three suitcases, you light up a bowl of that wonderful Mexican weed. About 7.36 minutes later you think to yourself, “Hey! I can’t carry three bags walking! You had originally arrived with the three suitcases two years ago on the Tijuana Cruise Ship, the “Red-Light Special” and decided to look up an old acquaintance from back in Los Angeles, Mike. You stayed with him a few months, and then rented your own house two houses away from Mike. You mix another Tequila Sunrise and sit there contemplating the price of pencils in Moscow.

The vehicle you were driving at “Sunrise” this morning belongs to your good neighbor Mike who told the police about 12 minutes ago, when he got home from work, that he had loaned you his huge Ford Dually 4WD to you so that you could bring a sofa home. Now add the sound of 5 Federales crashing through your front door. THAT is an Ensenada Sunrise versus a Tequila Sunrise.

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISH

Happy Fucking 4th of July?

I recently made the following comment in response to a video post by Frank Schafer (see link below), wherein he described how he felt that the celebration we all take part in called the 4th of July was no longer a holiday that meant what it was originally supposed to mean, and that although his son served as a Marine in Afghanistan, our country (and a good portion of the planet) has gone done the shithole so much and so deep, that he no longer feels it is appropriate to celebrate the 4th of July. Here’s my response.

Unfortunately, this past 150 years or so, the awkward growth in our civilization has seen the “Good, the Bad, and the Ugly”. The good being our scientific and medical advances (make a list), the rise of what we all thought was “Demoncracy” (I purposely spelled it with an added “n” even though I don’t believe in any of the religious hocus-pocus, including Demons).

We all can agree that there have been/are so many things that have been a “Bad” part of the evolutionary process. Make your own list. The downright “Ugly”, you can make your own list for that as well. My list includes shit that’s been happening in the last 150 years or so. So, let’s all celebrate the wars and killing of so many innocent people. This ALL brought to you by the Military/Industrial Complex, the top 1% of the Ultra-Wealthy Elite, i.e., the Bankers & NWO folks.

Our evolutionary track that the human species has been on, is coming to a fork in the road folks. We can either take the “Left Road” or the “Right Road”. As we approach that fork, the “Left Road” will lead to the destruction of our species as we know it, perhaps a few might survive, and if we take the “Right Fork”, as a species, we will enter into what some call, the Age of Aquarius, which I believe will bring Peace on Earth, Good Will Towards ALL of our species.

The first mistake, in my own opinion, that all of the fathers of military sons & daughters make, wither it’s here in the US of A or in other countries, is to allow their children to even join a war-mongering group that TRAIN them to be killers in the first place.

More and more now, we see folks actually waking up (again, part of our evolutionary process), waking up to the facts, waking up to the truth, waking up to what we all need to do to enter into a new age. An age of Peace.

Here’s the link to the video post by Frank Schafer https://www.facebook.com/reallyamerican/videos/483907389034006/?t=163

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T.C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

Chicken Shit? Nahhh, better eggs? Yes

If this sounds trivial, then so be it. Since I have been living here now (for a month) in Ensenada, I have noticed something that has brought back some childhood memories. The “Eggs”. The eggs here have a more vivid, orange color to the yolks (more protein?).

The eggs I’ve been used to a good portion of my adult life have had a less vividness or color to the yolks in comparison. Perhaps the more vividness of the yolks here in Mexico are due to a better diet/food that the chickens are fed?

Anyway, so as I’m eating this simple but delicious three-egg omelet this afternoon, a childhood memory came to mind. I grew up on a farm in Minnesota. Along with the typical barn and various other sheds and buildings, we had a huge, empty Chicken Coop, I’m guessing around 1,500 square feet of floor space with roosts, and places for the chickens to lay their eggs built along two of the walls of the structure.

In the spring of the first year there on the farm, Mother decides “We are going to get some chickens for our Chicken Coop”. Back in the day, and this was about 1953 (I was five years old), you basically could buy ANYTHING out of the Montgomery Ward’s catalog. Mom bought about 250 chicks, and I mean baby chicks form “Monkey Wards” as I called it.

Of course you just can’t throw them into the Chicken Coop when they are just hatched little chickens, so what folks did, and it’s what my parents did, was to build what’s called a “Brooder” and strategically put it in one of the upstairs bedrooms which happen to be next to mine. The only way to describe a brooder is to imagine a huge platform bed-like structure, larger than a king-size bed, with about a dozen or so large light-bulbs inserted through the platform, so that the little chicks would have warmth while they peeped (imagine 250 little chicks “peeping” right next to where I slept, or tried to. Now imagine the smell, yes, along with the ever constant peeping, there was eating of the prescribed little chick food, and along with the eating came…….Guess what?,,,,,, 250 little chicks shitting 24/7.

The reason for the brooder, to allow them to grow to a size where they could survive in the chicken coop, I can understand that, I just think it would have been okay to throw all them fucking little chicks in the chicken coop on day one. Now, by the time they were large enough to move them out of that room next to MY bedroom, many of the little chicks, growing ever larger, (more feed, more shit), had died of I guess natural causes, so we managed to move about 200 of the original 250 into the chicken coop. The persistent Weasels is a whole other story.

Yes, we had the best eggs then, and I believe that same quality of egg is what I just finished eating, my three-egg, simple omelet with cheese. I will be buying the same brand of eggs in the future. Memories, mostly of the noise and the smell next to my bedroom.

Peace & Abide, (La paz y la morada)

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD. RSISHE

Turkish Spy knows, everyone knows

WAKE UP AMERICA AND ALL OTHER ZIONIST CONTROLLED COUNTRIES! THE FACTS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THERE, SUPPRESSED BY THE PYRAMID OF POWER. THIS PYRAMID OF POWER CONSISTING OF, THE RULING CLASS, INCLUDING BUSH/CHENEY, THE ZIONISTS/MOSSAD, THE MILITARY/INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX (WORLDWIDE) AND OUR OWN CIA IS GUILTY AS CHARGED. NOW, WHAT DO WE DO ABOUT IT? I SAY, CONGREGATE ALL OF OUR EFFORTS TO BRING THE GUILTY PARTIES TO JUSTICE, OTHERWISE WE ARE STILL, LIKE A SINGLE FLY, FARTING IN THE WIND. – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE www.itad-nao.com

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It’s called a “Light” Switch for a reason

Most of our species live in the dark, because they don’t have enough common sense to figure out what the light switch is for. They oppose that person with common sense that flips that switch and turns on the light. Exposing the truth is that light, sometimes bright enough, that the blind see,,,,,the TRUTH. Sometimes too bright, and some ignorant fool flips the switch off, with a bullet, returning the mass of ignorant fools into the darkness again. The few who flip that switch on disturb the rulers of the darkness and are eliminated, and thus, silenced forever, until the next “enlightened” person flips the switch back on. Eventually the switch will be guarded by an ever increasing number of people that have been enlightened by the truth. Then and only then, will the rulers quiver in the light of the truth, a light that can no longer be switched off. – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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The day my car fell into a pothole in Ensenada

El día que mi carro se cayó en un bache en Ensenada.

I’m just joking with my title for this article of course. On a serious note however, this is a quick story of my own recent experience, comments and suggestions.

The reason I have to replace one of my tires today isn’t because of the roads here where my Casa de Hippie is, it’s because of the main roads in Ensenada.

The dirt roads in our private gated community of Rancho Packard are not so bad that they can cause tire damage, with all the dips and furrows caused by the rain over the years. The potholes of Ensenada, now that’s a different issue.

The first couple of days driving into the city from our little community, I had no fuckin’ clue just how bad the city streets are. Even at fairly low speeds, like 25 to 30 MPH, a few really bad cavernous holes in the road took me by surprise. Sudden, and sharply deep enough that even the humongous tires on a 4WD truck would cry out in pain. That’s how bad the public roads are in Ensenada, and probably most major cities in Mexico.

I quickly have learned how to navigate these treacherous trenches of evil. I’ve always kept several car lengths between myself and the vehicle in front of me. NOW, I observe what is happening to the vehicle in front of me. If I see that the person that I’m following is swerving (to avoid the craters), or I see their vehicle undulating, rockin’ and a rollin’ as they drive right through a pothole without a care in the world, or were taken by surprise, I know right then and there that a big one is coming, and it’s coming, QUICKLY. I slow down, swerve to avoid if it’s safe to do so, or a slow down to a point where my vehicle can crawl over the chasm safely. One thing I also should mention. Drivers down here, for some reason, tailgate, and honk their fucking horns. Keep calm, flipping them the bird will get you nowhere.

My suggestion? That dude Carlos Slim, number two or three, sometimes number one richest dude in the world, COULD donate what would be pocket change from his vast wealth and fill ALL the potholes in Mexico. Think about it Mr. Slim, if you happen to read this little essay. While you’re at it, please pave the roads here in Rancho Packard, thank you for your kind generosity. Hey Mr. Slim, just think of all the jobs you would create, and all the families you would help.

Peace & Abide (La paz y la morada)

How many years must the Cannon Balls fly, before they are forever banned?

PTSD

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

Hit a tree going down some “Bunny Slope” in Aspen and broke both legs? I doubt if you will experience PTSD.

You are tortured for two days by an enemy and they finally cap that off with breaking your legs with baseball bats? You just MAY develop PTSD after that, if you survive to even think about it.

You are at Fort Stewart, Georgia as part of the 3^rd Infantry Division, being trained to operate a M1A1/2 Main Battle Tank. You are clumsy enough to have your left foot in the wrong place and a tank runs over that foot severely crushing it during a training exercise. Back home on leave you, with your left foot in a cast, are sitting in a bar with some friends from High School, and you tell them, and some hot looking chick that you were wounded by an IED in Afghanistan. You poor little thing, your fake PTSD isn’t really fake after all, it’s childhood PTSD from growing up in a violent home. You beat the shit out of that hot looking chick that night because she refused to suck your joystick. Recognize it for what it is. Childhood PTSD, (with all due respect to your “service”), IS real, and there should have been a through mental evaluation before you even “volunteered” to go “Kill Some Camel Jockeys”.

The point is, the military, all branches, SHOULD have a system of screening the mentally unstable, preventing them from ever enlisting in the “Armed Forces” in the first place. But wait! Mentally unstable dudes make good cannon fodder, just look at what the military sent to Vietnam. Many of the young dudes that were “drafted” and sent to Vietnam were the poor and middle-class dudes that were dispensable, many already strung out on dope, some avoiding prison sentences for various crimes against society. I guess if you’re going to sacrifice young men and women, it may as well be the undesirables. Right?

In recent history, Iraq and Afghanistan, the problem is that many of the dudes enlisting were normal when they joined, then in boot camp, we trained them to kill like a crazy man, and these crazy ones return even crazier. When they return from the killing, they go into “Law Enforcement”. Now, our society probably deserves that, right?

A vast majority of the “Sheeple” really believe that it is an honorable and respectable thing to go to “War”, to sacrifice yourself or your children for “Freedom & Democracy”. Here’s a thought, maybe Trump should send HIS children into some foreign country with weapons in their hands. Oh wait, we have an all “Volunteer” Army/Navy/ Marine Corps/ Air Force, right? No draft. If we DID have a draft, Trump’s children, and the children of many other rich fucks would suddenly have “Bone Spurs”.

The truth is, ever since Vietnam, there has been a growing population of Veterans who have learned the truth about war and killing, and have joined many anti-war groups like “Veterans Against War”. What is it they discovered? They learned, after serving the Good Ole USA and the fight for Democracy & Freedom, that it was all about OIL and the financial gain of the few, the elite at the top of the pyramid.

Now back to PTSD. If somehow, we manage to eliminate wars, in other words, eliminate reasons for sending our children to wars, that takes care of a large percentage of decent young men & women that enter the various branches of the military as normal people, and return, maimed for life, physically and mentally. Eliminating the need to send our children to other countries to kill and be killed, will allow us, as a species, to concentrate/focus on those who are seriously fucked up due to childhood PTSD. Make sense? I think so.

Gee, what if we spend the billions and billions of dollars that we currently spend on the huge war machine commonly known as the “Military/Industrial Complex”, on re-building our infrastructure, various things like bridges, roads, etcetera. What if we use that ungodly amount of dollars to fund research and development of cures for all diseases? What if we also use that money to defeat starvation, homelessness, etcetera? What if we spend those insane dollars on further development of mass transit and space exploration? Makes sense, right?

My Grandson is going to be seven-years old this month. I DO NOT want to see him going to war when he’s 19. Think about it folks, that is all I ask of you, is to think about it. If you have ANY common sense at all, you will wake up and realize that what I have been preaching, and what other like-minded folks have been preaching for a long time now, is the truth, and “The TRUTH shall set you free”.

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The Cigar Store Indian

My conversation today at a shop in Ensenada that I THOUGHT was a Cigar Shop. I was taken there by my iphone map app. What turned out to be…….

Me: “Do you have small cigarillos”

Spanish Translation: “tienes cigarillos pequeños”

(I do NOT speak a lick of Spanish, the preceding translation, like all of the following, are purely for educational purposes…..perhaps I might learn a little Spanish?)

Store Clerk/Artist: “No tenemos cigarros de ningún tipo, señor”

English Translation: “We have no cigars of any kind, senor”

Me: “Then what’s that Cigar Store Indian doing outside the door as I walked in?”

Spanish Translation: “Entonces, ¿qué está haciendo el indio de la tienda de cigarros afuera de la puerta cuando entré?”

Store Clerk/Artist: “Señor, creo que ese es el abuelo de José, el hombre que posee la tienda de cigarros que se mudó”

English Translation: “Senor, I think that’s the grandfather of Jose, the man that owns the cigar store that moved”

Me: “Why is he still here?”

Spanish Translation: “Por qué sigue aquí?”

Store Clerk/Artist: “Jose lo olvidó”

English Translation: “Jose forgot him”

Me: “He looks like a gnarly old wooden statue to me, and why is he standing so still then?”

Spanish Translation: “A mí me parece una vieja estatua de madera, y ¿por qué está tan quieto entonces?”

Store Clerk/Artist: “Tiene 107 años. También te verías así si trabajaras en los campos de Agave durante 90 años. Sí, él se queda bastante quieto cuando está estreñido”

English Translation: He’s 107 years old. You’d look like that too if you worked in the Agave fields for 90 years. Yeah, he does stand pretty still when he’s constipated

Me: “Does he ever move from that spot?”

Spanish Translation: “Alguna vez se mueve de ese lugar?”

Store Clerk/Artist: “Solo una vez al día cuando se caga el pantalón”

English Translation: “Only once a day when he shits his pants”

The Cigar Store had obviously moved, and the reason I tagged on the “/Artist” is because it was now a Tattoo Shop, with a Constipated Cigar Store Indian hanging around outside, and I was speaking with a “Tattoo Artist”.

Of course, the previous story is purely fiction, except the true part is that the Cigar Store HAD moved, and there really WAS a Tattoo Shop there in its place, this is what I discovered after driving through the heart of Ensenada from the very south end, to the very north end of the city of Ensenada, letting my iphone map thingy guide me turn by turn, pothole by pothole, taking me to the street address and a store that used to be the location of Habanos Cigar Shop at 335? Avenue Primera, Zona Centro, 22800 right next door to Papas & Beer Event Ticket Office, according to my iphone.

I confirmed with the nice young senorita working the ticket office for Papas that, indeed, there used to be a cigar store next door. The tattoo shop was closed. At home this evening I discovered with someone’s help, that Habanos Cigar Shop was now at 1096 Avenida Blancarte, Zona Centro 22800. I’ll be going there at some point to check the place out, and hopefully get my cigarillos.

What really happened is spread over several days in my hunt for “Cigarillos” those thin little cigars made by Swisher Sweets and other manufacturers. I know they are not healthy for you either, but I switched to the little cigars in 2012 after being a cigarette smoker most of my life. No chemical additives I tell myself.

In various trips into town, everywhere I happened to be shopping at, mostly for food, I asked for my cigarillos. The two Walmart stores, two different grocery stores, etcetera. I also purposely stopped at three 7-11 Stores (same logo) and three various gas station ‘Marts”. Every place I looked, plenty of cigarettes, no cigarillos. I was beginning to see a pattern here, what it was still puzzles me. Not a single store, not even the liquor store close to the Tattoo Shop, had anything other than cigarettes.

The very last 7-11 on the way back home didn’t have cigarillos either, but while I was in line waiting to ask the question, I asked the dude behind me if he spoke English. He did. A young dude from Texas. He had been down there in Ensenada for a while, and he and I had a small conversation about the lack of certain types of tobacco products, which turned into a brief discussion about the easy access to weed, which turned into my following him to his truck, which turned into the nice dude sharing a little of his bud with me.

So, to cap this story off, I finally made it to the actual location of Habanos Cigar Store in the north end of Ensenada. Not without getting lost again, thanks to BOTH map/direction apps on my iphone leading me astray. The map/direction apps, the ones that have the pretty female voice saying things like, “At Los Angeles Avenue, make a right turn”. It’s okay in a town like Simi Valley, but when you are ON the correct street/avenue and the algorithm tells you, “Your destination is on the right”, obviously when you are driving, and looking for a small “Hole in the Wall” place like this cigar store I’d been looking for, you are looking to the right, looking for that storefront that you previously saw in the mapping/direction image.

Well, both the Goggle Map and the mapping system that comes built-in were WRONG! I finally made some common sense decisions and made a U-Turn and went the opposite direction towards the harbor. Mind you, I followed the map lady’s (voice) precisely. “Turn left, go straight, turn right”, and it STILL took me in the opposite direction. Even when I was now going in the right direction, even when my vehicle was directly in front of the cigar store, the frickin’ “Voice” was saying, “Your destination is on the left”. So, I looked to my right, and BEHOLD! I AM REALLY THERE! Must be Karma, because just as I looked to the right, a vehicle was backing out of a parking spot directly, and I mean if you measured it with a measuring tape, directly in front of the door of the cigar store.

Habanos Cigar Shop, at Avenida Blancarte Number 10, Zona Centro 22800, Ensenada, B. C. was worth the two days of searching. I bought some Mexican-Made cigarillos, and chatted with the owner, Martin, for about 30 minutes or so. His store has a walk-in Humidor, the kind you see in all good cigar stores, and his English was excellent. His store moved from the Tattoo Shop location six years ago. It’s real close to where all the tourists depart the cruise ships for a day of shopping. Unless someone comes up with a better suggestion, I highly recommend that you stop by Martin’s store.

Peace & Abide (La paz y la morada),

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

The Gatekeeper

On my first day here, when I first followed Roy and his wife Esmeralda to see the house, I was busy driving behind their pick-up, and as Roy pulled up to this simple chain-link gate, it opened for him and I to drive thru, I thought to myself, gee, I’ll probably get my own “clicker” to open this gate, it’s nice that Roy has installed one of those “Automatic Gate Openers”.

About two hours later, as we were coming back from dinner (I was in the front passenger seat), when we pulled up to the gate and it “automatically “ opened, I said, “that’s cool, I didn’t see you click a clicker, the gate just “automatically” opened”. I momentarily thought maybe his “automatic” gate was opened by some sensor in his vehicle. Then Roy pointed over to this dude sitting there with a rope in his hand, which was attached to the gate, which he pulled open for us.

The “Gate Keeper” was sitting in a rudimentary shanty, a portion of it being a small travel trailer, to protect the dude from the sun. How efficiently Mexican is that? I plan on stopping sometime to say hello to the Gate Keeper, maybe bring him a basket of fruit or something, and a thermos bottle of my world famous “French Press” coffee.

Peace & Abide (La paz y la morada),

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

It all came together like a “One-Piece Jigsaw Puzzle”

Casa de Hippie I call it. This incredible life-changer for me started only two weeks ago. I had one hell of a good “Brain Fart”. I had finally moved back to Southern California in November of last year to be closer to the kids and my grandson. I realized that no matter where I lived in the “Good Ole USA”, the fact was, that it was just too expensive to have any comfortable life living on just my Social Security. Like ten million other folks just like me, I had no choice but to leave the country that I love dearly. We are called, “XPATS”, (expatriates).

I began my search into countries like Panama, Costa Rico, Portugal, etcetera. Then it came to me like a vision. Why not Mexico? Specially, Rosarita Beach or Ensenada. I began researching both areas on the internet.

I picked Ensenada. I’d been there only twice. Once when I was 26 years old (a great story for another time) and once on a Cruise Ship with my ex-wife before the kids were born.

Now I have soooo many reasons to detest farcecrap but I still use it as a communication platform primarily to draw folks to a few of my websites. Whenever I publish a new post on my primary, and most important website, tcsblog.net, I also post the link to my story/thought/opinion/stand-up routine on farcecrap. Since I was now focusing my research on housing in Ensenada, I joined a few Ensenada specific groups and posted a brief statement of what I was trying today to accomplish.

What I stated that I was looking for in my post on those two groups was that I was looking to partner with another person on leasing a house. I think it was the second day that my posting on farcecrap was up, and I received a PM (Private Message) from a person that would become my compadre in my search for a house, my sister.

Within a week, after much googling, and many responses from folks that had places for rent, I received a PM from Esmeralda. Her and her husband Roy had a house for rent in a little community called Rancho Packard, which first established as a campground by Roy’s grandfather in 1948 (the year I was born) making the little private community 70 years old. Esmeralda sent photos and I eventually spoke with her husband Roy.

Well, after fast-tracking my Passport on May 28th, I drove down to Ensenada and took the house. The photos that Esmeralda had sent me were very nice but nothing compared to what it really is. The only word to describe Casa de Hippie is AMAZING!

Part of the AMAZING part of course is what we are paying for a two-bedroom house. All I can say is that it is a third of what I was paying just to rent a frickin room in Simi Valley California, plus, utilities are also significantly less expensive.

Roy and Esmeralda are amazing people. So generous in so many ways. The main thing a person needs to be a generous person is not, the act of giving money or “Stuff” to those less fortunate. People can appear “generous” when in fact, they give what amounts to a wee pittance out of their vast wealth, ego and selfish reasons, to be noticed and appreciated, and that, folks, is Narcissistic behavior.

Real generosity is what Roy and Esmeralda have, a natural “spirit” of generosity, i. e., something that is inside a person, that some folks have, and some folks don’t. Roy and Esmeralda have it. I attribute that natural ability/sense “Generous Spirit” to something everyone has heard of but most people don’t exhude, and that’s Good Karma, the “Golden Rule”, treating others how you want to be treated. The few that I have encountered over my lifetime didn’t even recognize that they had that kind of spirit about them.

Tonight as I’m sitting here on my deck overlooking the ocean, still writing this, a few songs popped into my head. The first is “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door”. The second song is “Like a Rolling Stone”. Both songs were written by the greatest poet/songwriter of all time, Bob Dylan. The ONLY songwriter in history to be awarded a Nobel Prize for Literature, category, “Poetry”. Amazing! Take a listen to the songs on “The Essential Bob Dylan “Revised Edition“ released in 2000, the turn of the Century.

Before I conclude this post,I also have to share another result of my huge Brain Fart. As I was going along in my search for a house, I responded to a posting on farcecrap. A reporter from the San Diego Union Tribune had posted in the Ensenada farcecrap groups that she was looking for folks Expating to Mexico to interview for a series of stories on the subject. Her and I communicated by email (I dangled a carrot) and she wants to interview me. I am sure that part of this post will be used as inspiration for her article about my incredible journey.

Then, I had a related, secondary Brain Fart. What if I could get a professional videographer to film my entire transition to becoming an Expat in Mexico. I communicated with two different videographers and dangled a different carrot. The primary thought? Developing a series, first for YouTube and then moving over to either A & E Network, the VICE channel, or HBO. Name of the program? EXPATS R US.

Following my debut segment will be stories of Expats all over the world, beginning with countries like Panama, Costa RICO, Columbia, etcetera.

The fact is that there are ten million people, U. S. citizens, living all over the world as Expats, mostly to make the most out of their retirement years in a country that is more affordable than The Good Ole USA. That number is growing, and I believe the timing is right for my series. A sort of Anthony Bourdain style of show, but instead of focusing on food, EXPATS R US will focus on the people who migrated and the indigenous peoples of the countries the show visits. We will also be highlighting the major differences economically, between the USA and, in my case, Ensenada, Baja, Mexico.

Neither one of the two videographers were available on such short notice, but both have indicated that they definitely want to be involved with the production of EXPATS R US. Since they both were already booked, the three of us agreed that we will film my first story as a re-enactment of my journey, but still in documentary style. By the way, Roy and Esmeralda have agreed to be in this first episode. Stay tuned folks.

In conclusion, this life-changing move of mine was made possible by three important people in my life, my son, my daughter, and her boyfriend. It all began two weeks ago with the best “Brain Fart” I’ve ever had, and now I am here, sitting on our patio of the home I have named “Casa de Hippie”, having a seventh cup of my world famous “French Pressed” coffee, listening to Bob. My transition has just begun, so I’m sure by time we film the re-enactment, there will be many other interesting experiences to share when we film.

P. S. Watch for a separate but related posting titled, “The Gate Keeper”

P. S. S. If you fart in the Grand Canyon, does it echo? Just asking for a friend. By the way, the bathroom in the new house would make a great Recording Studio.

P. S. S. S. Dangling a carrot here for those long-time readers of my website as well as for the new readers. If you enjoyed this post, please share it.

P. S. S. S. S. Here’s a little scripted scene for the documentary that we are going to film as part of the re-enactment of my transition to becoming an EXPAT.

Add this scene for comic relief

Holding my cell phone as I film myself, with a US Border Agent behind me in the scene, my car is ten feet in the background behind the officer, as I say, “Yes, here I am, at the main border crossing into Tijuana. The officer has allowed me to film this as he’s about to ask me to put my hands behind my back so he can cuff me for his claim that there was two pounds of weed in my suitcase, found as a result of their very thorough inspection of my automobile, and all of the contents there of.

Disclaimer; This video contains footage shot in real time and some filmed as a re-enactment of the event, including some footage added strictly for comic relief. All footage is copyrighted by “Dead Armadillo Films”, copyright 2019

When I actually do get to the border, should I ask the Supervising Officer if I can film the above scene? I could write and print out a “Release” form for whoever (Officer) actually is in the scene make-believe scene.

Well folks, I changed my mind, did NOT do this in real time. My vehicle and all my personal effects were clean as a whistle. Might be funny to do as part of the “re-enactment” if I can get the proper governmental approval.

This post was written entirely on my iPhone. If you enjoyed reading it, please share the link.

One last “Postscript”. As I’m sitting here having breakfast and transferring what I wrote using my iphone memo thingy this past few days, I thought to myself, I must write a short review of the restaurant I am sitting in ((for their WiFi). All I can say is every meal I have had here is like dining in the best French Restaurant in France. What I am having this morning is absolutely the BEST Eggs Florentine I have ever had in my entire life! The French Toast I had a few days ago, filled with a creamy cheese and topped with a Strawberry sauce was to die for. If you ever get to Ensenada you MUST make this a priority stop in your travels. The name of the restaurant is, “The Restaurante La India Bonita”, translated means “The Pretty Indian Restaurant” (Indian as in, Kimosabe). This wonderful place is located at: Kilometer 6 La Bufadora Road, Ejido Sanchez Taboada, Ensenada, Baja, California.

Peace & Abide (La paz y la morada),

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

Ensenada here I come

Re-enactment of my trip

Originally, and it’s only in this past week, I had a brain-fart and thought, wouldn’t it be cool if I could get a videographer on such short notice to film my trip as a “Soon to be Expat” to Mexico, specifically Ensenada in Baja. Well, it was too short a notice, but I did find two videographers that do want to get involved in the near future in filming a “re-enactment” of my journey south, and everything that is about to happen in the next couple of days. Scenes like, crossing the border, the drive to Ensenada, getting established in my new house, going grocery shopping in a new country, etcetera. Capping the video off perhaps with a scene in a local Expat hangout, drinking a Margarita.

This will be the first episode of a new series titled, “EXPATS R US”. I see it as sort of an Anthony Bourdain travel-type documentary style program. Beginning with my story, continuing with future episodes filmed in Costa Rica, Panama, Portugal, and all the other countries that encourage and accept Expats, and the affordability aspects for those of us that can’t afford to live in the Good Ole US of A anymore. I thought to myself, wouldn’t it be an interesting episode from Thailand, interviewing some sick asshole that likes little boys (or little girls).

So, then last night, I came up with this brain-fart to add a scripted scene for comic relief, which I first contemplated doing as a “selfie” video when I cross the border this initial trip down.

Here’s the scripted scene:

Holding my cell phone as I film myself, with a US Border Agent behind me in the scene, my car is ten feet in the background, as I say, “Yes, here I am, at the main border crossing into Tijuana. The officer has allowed me to film this as he’s about to ask me to put my hands behind my back so he can cuff me for he claims was two pounds of weed in my suitcase by their very thorough inspection of my automobile, and all of the contents there of”.

Thought to myself: When I actually do get to the border, should I ask the Supervising Officer if I can film the above scene? I could write and print out a form for “Release” for whoever (Officer) actually is in the scene to have him sign.

Again, I thought to myself when I woke up this morning: Changed my mind, NO FUCKING WAY! I’m not going to do this in real time. Might be funny to do as part of the “re-enactment” however.

P. S. I am NOT bringing any Cannabis in my vehicle as I cross the border, just so you know.

Ensenada here I come!

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

Strain: ENSENADABLOWHOLESHIT, harvested May 31st, 2019

Controlling the camera

A buddy of mine and I were watching several YouTube videos on different types of mining last night. Different videos on mining for Opals, Turquoise, Rubies, Gold, etcetera.

While watching one in Australia, where this dude is digging for gold, surprisingly in the topsoil using a metal detector, pick, and his hands to move the dirt/clay (no shovel).

From time to time, the dude moves his tripod with his video camera for the close-up shots of the small hole he’s been excavating by pick and hand.

This hole he’s been pain-stakingly digging, is two feet deep and three feet in diameter in a medium red-brownish clayish hard-packed soil.

Of course at the end he finds a nugget of “Australian Gold”. It is amazing that his metal detector was able to blow it’s “Flute”, (the sound a metal detector sort of makes when you are watching this particular YouTube video). I laughed to myself when at one point, my brain actually was fooled into thinking that there WAS a flute playing in the video background.

Then as my buddy is fast-forwarding through the really repetitive and boring parts of digging (pick & hand), for about 52 seconds, I thought he was controlling the “Fast-Forward” on this dudes video camera. I even looked over at him and told him that he was doing a great job in controlling the camera. At the 53rd second I realized that what he WAS in control of, was the fast-forward of the YouTube video we were watching.

Awesome home-grown from Washington State.

Could be modified for Stand-Up

Related, my buddy reminisced this same night about how he and two other dudes, back in the day of VCR, were watching Cheech and Chong”s movie “Up in Smoke”. All three of them were high on Acid. Right at the end of the video, one of the dude’s sister happen to come in the room. Noticing that the VHS player was doing that fluttering thing they sometimes did she fixed the flutter saying, “Didn’t you guys notice it was fluttering?”, as the ending credits are playing. The three dudes looked at each other with the proverbial question mark look on their faces. They had just watched two hours of a fluttering video. All three of them were afraid to tell the other two that the VCR was fluttering. When they came back from Psychedelica Land”, they rewound the movie and watched it again.

It’s noteworthy to mention that if you google the movie “Up in Smoke”, most, if not all sources does NOT list Cheech Marin as a Cast Member. The fucked up reason? And you won’t find it on the Internet, at some point, Mr Cheech Marin, who made tons of money off his role in that 1978 movie as well as many more after that, no longer wanted to have his name associated with that movie. Further research is required to see if he also requested his name to be removed from the other movies. All their movies have grossed a total of half a billion dollars. That’s ok, I always considered him to be the side-kick to Tommy Chong’s main character portrayal anyway.

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

Strain: ENSENADABLOWHOLESHIT, harvested May 31st, 2019

“The Bartender”

The DUDE, as a bartender

“So, what are you having tonight buddy?”

“I’ll have a Vodka Martini, shaken, not stirred please”

“You’re getting a White Russian”

Next, a woman walks up to the bar,

“What is your pleasure young lady?”

“Oh, let me have a glass of Chardonnay “

“OK, let me get you a White Russian”

A rough looking biker walks up to the bar….”Give me a Miller Lite”

“White Russian? Coming right up”

Each time the DUDE bartender confirms “…………. a White Russian”, in his next breath he says, “Just kidding, let me get you your drink, be right back”…….He comes back and sets down their drink, which is…..take a guess, a fucking White Russian

“Hey! I thought you were kidding, can I have my drink I ordered, now?”

Each time, the bartender proceeds to slam down the White Russian in one swallow, walking away saying, “Suit yourself “

Another person who has been waiting patiently to order his drink has been observing this unusual behavior by the bartender and when he is asked what he wants, he smiles and smartly says, “I’ll have a White Russian”

The bartender comes back with a tray of drinks and sets down a Vodka Martini, a glass of Chardonnay, a Miller Lite, and a White Russian, slams the White Russian and walks away leaving the last customer in jaw-dropped wonder.

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

Strain: ENSENADABLOWHOLESHIT, harvested May 31st, 2019

Met her in a bar, how smart he are

Story of how Musk met his 2nd wife, Talulah Riley in a bar. How fucking romantic. Inspired tonight by a full-length YouTube Documentary on Elon Musk

Elon Musk, the Billionaire of PayPal and Tesla fame, met the British Actress/Model/Porn Star Talulah Riley in a bar, (I’ll explain the “Porn Star” part in a minute).

She claimed she had never heard of him or his wealth, or his companies prior to meeting Elon. SURE….She’s either the stupidest woman in the world, or she knew all about him, studied his every move, researching him on the Internet, watching and waiting for the right moment to “accidentally” meet Him in a bar.

Six years later, Elon Musk and Talulah Riley Musk divorce for the second time in six years of their Fairy-Tale Fucking Marriage. We promise, soon as Elon gets into financial difficulty again, like back in 2008, he will come out with an Infomercial selling “Talulah & Elon”, Volumes 1-2 Sex Tapes, and titles like, “Talulah and the Gardener” “Talulah and the Neighbor”, “Talulah and the Dude from Mercedes Benz USA. But wait!! There’s more! Buy the entire collection of fifteen DVD’s for only $39,95 and we’ll include “Talulah and the Sons of Trump” PLUS the rare, “Talulah does the Donald!”.

Here’s what really happened. Yes, she stalked him. Their initial one-way conversation in the bar? Elon Musk: “OK, I know all about you, you fucking slut. Don’t you think a tech savvy geek like me, who also happens to be a fucking billionaire, wouldn’t have one of the best security teams in the world? I knew about what you were up to since you first texted your girlfriend Susan a year ago that you were going to catch me and take me for all I’m worth? Listen, you’re nothing but a two-bit whore to me. I have to hand it to you though, you’re a very smart woman, and if you can fuck like you look, I will continue the charade”. Her response? “I’ll suck your dick riding in a Tesla, fuck your dog in the swimming pool, as long as we have an understanding, dollars & cents wise”. Note; In their final settlement, she got pennies in comparison to his billions. Her compensation for sporadic fucking & sucking? $16 Million and some stock in SpaceX. Probably what a billionaire WOULD pay a hooker that accepts PayPal.

Let’s face it, she made far more money getting hooked up with Elon Musk, then she would have made as an actress or model. At that time, Elon was so wrapped up in all his efforts to save and build up his companies and various projects, he not only had no time to build a relationship with Talulah, he didn’t have enough time for his five sons from his first marriage. Bottom line? She got what she wanted, Elon had a great piece of ass for a while, which was a pleasant distraction from saving and building up all his businesses. Since the divorce Elon’s net worth has gone from $17 Billion to $40 Billion. I haven’t researched how much Talulah’s SpaceX stock has increased in value.

P. S. Just my opinion, but I think Elon Musk is one of the most brilliant thinkers and businessmen alive today. To bad he doesn’t run for political office

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

Strain: ROCKETFUELTWO harvested May 5, 2019

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“Getting the Munchies”

So, I’m sitting down at my lap-top just now, I had no idea what time it was, I knew it had to be late. 1:45 AM I say to myself as I look at my watch……Oh! It’s 12:30 PM, it’s earlier than I thought it was….That calls for a celebration! Hey! I know! I’ll have a piece of Dark Chocolate!…Now THAT is “Getting the Munchies” in its purest form.

You’re expected to get the munchies when you are still sitting in your Man Cave watching the YouTube video of the diamond mining in Zimbabwe. But you have come to your laptop on the desk right by the bed. You’re tired. I’ll check out my email before I hit the hay.

As I said before, just sitting down at my lap-top just now, I had no idea what time it was, I knew it had to be late. 1:45 AM I say to myself as I look at my watch……12:35 PM, it’s earlier than I thought it was….That calls for a celebration! Hey! I know! I’ll have another piece of Dark Chocolate!… Now THAT is “Getting the Munchies” in its purest form. Repeat several times.

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

Strain: SEATTLESNOWCAP, harvested October 12, 2018

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Fuckin’ Canary!

Tonight, I was watching a YouTube video about this dude (taking us, the audience), into a really old abandoned gold mine. It was JUST interesting enough for me to watch all 29 minutes of it. The dude really did do a great job, describing his (John’s) trip into this huge hole in the side of the mountain. Hundreds of feet into the mountain through extremely hard rock filled with Quartzite, shining/reflecting off the helmet lights, (after only ONE bowl of Snow Cap from Snohomish County, Washington) I get a thought, which turned into an inspiration for writing this short story. Here’s that first thought all the way to the end.

First Thought: “Who’s filming this?

A Split Second Later: “Of course there is a narrator, and another dude. The videographer (camera dude)

Another Split Second Later: “Naaaaaaah, it’s just the one dude, the narrator “John”, filming the entire video on his Apple iPhone 11.

A Split Second Later, now fully inspired, I wrote: Now, if John IS alone in that mine, at least the length of a football field, what if the air gets so thin, that John passes out. He’s by himself, filming this nice little video with his cellphone for folks like myself to watch on YouTube. Of course, he didn’t pass out and die in that abandoned gold mine near Bermond Station, Nevada because we are watching his video, duuuuuuu.

Final Thought a Split Second Later: “Okay, what if John DID have a second person (we’ll call him Mike) filming this short video titled TAKING YOU IN THE SHAFT, as opposed to GOING DEEP IN THE HOLE, which is a “whole” different video which lasts for two hours.

Same scenario, John the pleasant narrator is in front, leading the way, doing his narrating thing, passes out, you know, the lack of enough oxygen to his lungs. Mike, the cameraman has just filmed John passing out and crumpling to the ground. Mike gently lays his camera down, and begins to pick his buddy John the Star of his own video, up. Slight hesitation, Mike looks at his camera, looks back at John, drops John, picks up his camera, and runs towards the entrance of the mine (and AIR). A half a minute or so, Bob, who was waiting his turn to go exploring in the mine, and knew John, expecting him to have been the one leading the team of two out of the mine, says, “Where is John?”…….Mike the cameraman says, “We shoulda bought that Fuckin’ Canary!”.

Conclusions: Yes, John should have bought that Canary from Bob. Potentially, had Mike tried to rescue John instead of his camera, they both could have died before Bob, Judy, and Cheri, waiting outside the mine, could realize after a few hours that John and Mike were in trouble, and attempted a rescue mission. Can you hear Bob? “John said he would be out of there in 42 minutes or so”. No one passed out and died. It was only John, with his Apple iPhone 12 that went into that abandoned gold mine. So, Mike was just part of this story. John didn’t die because I’ve been watching his interesting and inspiring video on YouTube.

Final Thought: Brave? Or stupid. John could have passed out and died, and never been found…..Until the next brave or stupid dude decided to venture in to that mine to film a 32 minute video for his YouTube channel.

Postscript: The thoughts for this story took a few minutes, took me longer to write it. I hope you enjoyed it.

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

Strain: SNOWCAP, harvested December 25^th, 2018

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