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

https://www.dailysabah.com/turkey/2019/06/14/retired-turkish-spy-claims-he-warned-cia-about-911-attacks-40-days-in-advance

This was too important NOT to post on my website. Please read about this at the above link.

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

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.

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.

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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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    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

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

    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.

    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.

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

    TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

     

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

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

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      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)

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        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 3rd 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”.

        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.

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

        TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

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

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

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          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

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            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

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              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

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                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”.

                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, 2019

                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

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                  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

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                    “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

                     

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                      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

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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

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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

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                            “My Mind is as Sharp as a Tack”

                            My mind is as “Sharp as a Tack”.  After losing my cell phone while watching another Gold Rush episode, after looking through the couch, (when I first thought it might fall from my belly/chest area, or from my zippered hoodie, falling and crashing on the hardwood floor) but, it didn’t fall, because it was not there.

                            So, anyway, I stood up, no phone fall, so I walk out side, phone not on the patio table. As I was coming through the patio doors into my Man Cave, Tim suggests, “Maybe you left in your bedroom?”.

                            SNAP!!!!! My brain went, instantly remembering that I had left it on the kitchen counter next to the refrigerator which is where I keep my Green Apple Cider Beer. Here’s a thought…..What if we put those two words together, CIDERBEER. Sounds like some kind of animal, “Hey, do you have any of that, CIDERBEER?”.

                            So, I found my cellphone, right where I left it, on the kitchen counter next to the fridge. An hour later, it was “lost” again, only to be found……”Maybe you left it in your bedroom”. It took an hour, but Tim was finally right. “My mind is as sharp as a Tack…..a Tic-Tac”.

                            Peace & Abide,

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                              So, these three Turds walk in to this bar (version two)

                              So, these three turds walk in to this bar, well, two stroll in, one floats in. Jesus is already there, playing pool and drinking a Virgin Bloody Hail Mary. The first turd is a really huge, hard as a fucking rock, turd, named Arnold, (you know, as in Schwarzenegger). Arnold waves at Jesus saying, “Hey JC, howse youse been hangin’? Jesus replies as he knocks in the number 14 Ball, “I knew it! I should have added a few more dudes to my entourage”.

                              Right after Arnold walked in, the second medium-sized, but smaller turd walks in. Sorta average, a little on the squishy side, the second turd preferred to be called Jeffery, (as in Cosmetologist/Fashion Designer swishy). Jeffery just waves, limp-wristedly, at Jesus.

                              Right behind Jeffery, flowed a large brown pool of the nastiest brown shit (excuse me, I think I’m going to puke, it smells so bad). Everyone stayed their safe distance from the third turd, a tiny little turd floating in the pool of diarrhea nicknamed “George”, as in George Burns, because he’s burned a lot of assholes before”.

                              “What have you three turds been up to lately?”, Jesus asked. Arnold is the first turd to respond, “Well, you remember that Little Miss Muffet and her fucking Tuffet? I tore her a new asshole this morning, I think she still might be bleeding a little, and I KNOW she’s going to have to sit down gently on that fucking Tuffet for at least a week”.

                              “How about you, Jeffery? What was your day like?”, Jesus asked. As Jeffery begins to answer, JC has just accidentally hit the eight-ball in……..”God Dam it, I hate scratching, that’s the third time I’ve scratched in three days” Jesus yells. So, after that little outburst, (JC was known to get a little angry once in a while, like that time he chased a bunch of money-grubbing zionists out of the temple”.

                              “Well”, (Jeffery continues), “Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary was out in the back yard this morning, you know, seeing how her garden was growing (I think someone asked her), and she dropped her fucking pants right there in the Cockleshell patch next to where the Silver Bells were hanging. Anyway, she didn’t even grunt once”, Arnold cuts in saying, “Shit! I had Little Miss Muffet grunting so much, she started to quiver, sweat and turn blue in the face”, Jeffery continues after the slight interruption, “I slid out of her ass, so gently, so calmly, but right at the jumping off point, Mary sphictered off a little bit. Four flushes and lots and lots of toilet paper……….Ohhhh, and by the way, did I say painless yet?” as Jeffery smiled at Arnold.

                              Now George finally catching up with Arnold and Jeffery. He swims up to the bar in that nasty brown pool of diarrhea murmuring almost unintelligibly, “I got everybody beat on this one. Remember Alice? (as in Wonderland) her roomie was pissed at her for some reason and mixed some Ex-lax in with Alice’s cookie dough that she kept in the refrigerator. She ate two pounds of that cookie dough time-bomb last night…..Need I say more? There I was, one tiny little turd floating in this brown pool, I came out of her asshole like a wild banshee and the rest of me sprayed all over the fucking place, on the toilet seat, her pajamas, on the wall, and all over the floor, you might say, the shit hit the fan. Everyone in the bar including Jesus, laughed.

                              I know, a warped sense of humor some might say. Sometimes you have to take the Ugly & Bad along with the good.

                              Thought for the day:

                              It’s as if humanity closed their eyes for just a second, as we went from “Sticks & Stones, broke a lot of bones”, to Nuclear Weapons. – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD,

                              Peace & Abide,

                              Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                              For my faithful readers that are aware that I’m finally working on “The Dead Armadillo” story, like say, a Producer, or a Director, or a Screenwriter or someone or a company that desires to option my novel, you can contact me at any time, night or day. If you are a one of those faithful readers that wish to read and follow my progress as I work on this novel, I will be posting updates as a PDF file on every new post on this website/blog. Here’s the latest of “The Dead Armadillo”

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                              “And on the Third Day, they pulled a Rabbit out of a Hat”

                              Yesterday as I was walking to my car to get something, I almost stumbled over a cute little Bunny Rabbit in the driveway. I continued walking, and she/he, (the little Bunny) kept hopping along and then it disappeared through a small opening in the north gate into the side yard, and I thought, Ohh, oh, Cleatus and Ellie, the two wiener dogs are going to have fun chasing this bunny around the back yard, I hope they don’t actually catch it. Through the day, into the evening, I kept asking Cleatus and Ellie if they had seen the little bunny. There was no blood or fur to be found so I figured that they hadn’t.

                              Fast forward, now it’s the following morning, and I’m having my morning coffee on the patio. Cleatus and Ellie are jumping on me competing for attention and loving, which I gave them, when I asked them again if they had seen the little bunny rabbit. Well, that little bunny rabbit obviously out-smarted TRICKED them, and was able to escape.

                              Immediately it led to this thought. What was the first time someone ever pulled off the “Pulling a Rabbit Out of a Hat, Trick”? Well it happens to be Easter Sunday morning, probably the holiest day on the Christian Calendar. I chuckled a little, here’s a new story to write. The first time that pulling a rabbit out of a hat was the story written centuries later, how this dude, OK Jesus, “Rose from the Dead” or perhaps some dudes removed his dead body.

                              This is going to sound very sacrilegious to all the so-called christians, but I would rather be thought of as sacrilegious than hypocritical, and believe me, I have known many a hypocritical asshole that presented themselves to the public as being pious christians, including the famous televangelist caught with a hooker in a motel room, the preacher (the one who preached against homosexuality) caught giving another man a blow-job in an airport bathroom, the countless catholic priests who were/are sexually abusing young boys & girls (it’s called Pedophilia). So many instances of Christianity in its full glory.

                              Wither those disciple dudes stole the body or not, or the whole fucking story was just made up from the beginning. It WAS the first time a rabbit was pulled out of a hat. A trick? You bet, and for 2,000 years they (organized Christianity) have been convincing the “Sheeple” that it was not slight of hand. Give me a fucking break.

                              Judaism and other organized religions like worshiping a Golden Calf had been around for a while. There was your basic run-of-the-mill pagan monotheism, including cults like Gnosticism, Dionysus, Neoplatonism, Mithraism, and Manichaeanism. The original origins of Hinduism began in India between 2300 B.C. and 1500 B.C. Buddhism as an organized religion got it’s kick-off around 483 B. C. The Muslim religion began back in the 7th century A. D. There certainly was a lot of competition for “Souls” back in the day.

                              All of mankind’s religions have this bullshit narcissistic belief that THEY are the only path to heaven/nirvana/moksha/paradise. Pick ME, Me, Me Me! We are the only way! THE ONLY TRUE PATH IS TO FOLLOW THE GOLDEN RULE! DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM DO UNTO YOU! Think about it.

                              The Catholic church, as it evolved probably pulled off the best magic trick of all, i.e., “Pulling a Rabbit out of a Hat” by creating this impossible story of a man dying on a cross and three days later, rising from the dead. It grew, parts of the story were re-written and edited, and became what the Sheeple believe today.

                              I sure am glad that I was not living with my lack of religiosity during the inquisition, which began in France in the 12th century when the government system of the Catholic Church was torturing people to death to combat religious dissent. This horrid practice continued up through medieval times (15th century).

                              Throughout mankind’s history, religion of some kind WAS the governing system/institution in the different cultures/societies. In some cultures, they threw you off of a cliff somewhere as a “Sacrifice”, In some cultures, they chopped of your head, or dismembered your body, burned you on a stake, hung you upside down on a cross. In some cultures, the Witch Doctor would do the evil shit to you if you were “sacrilegious” or just pissed off someone in power. It’s no wonder that our founding fathers here in the USA purposely wrote into our Constitution, the separation of “Church and State”. Some very smart dudes with a lot of common sense they were then. Now, 200 years later, all of our governmental systems are just as evil as the “Inquisitions” because of greed. We CAN change that.

                              The human species has evolved to where now it’s okay to kill someone just because they worship THEIR god differently. Folks, we really haven’t changed much since the time when religion also functioned as a governmental entity, killing each other because it was one religious culture and belief system against another one that didn’t have the same story/structure.

                              We are entering the “Age of Aquarius” and we need to get our shit together. As a species, we need to stop ALL aggression and war against each other. There is a whole lot of folk, like myself, that are awakening to the REAL TRUTH, that we no longer have to be Sheeple, that there IS something far much better for us as a species on the horizon.

                              So, wake up! Smell the fucking roses! Open up your mind to one very simple thing that I have been teaching for three years now. The Golden Rule. If you have no idea what that is, google it. Once you truly discover that one simple truth, practice it, let IT become your guiding light, let IT be YOUR “Magic Trick”. You WILL find Peace within, and Honesty, and Compassion, and Empathy, and Love, for others around you. Myself? All these wonderful things have replaced things that I used to suffer from, like PTSD, Anxiety, Depression, Anger, Pride, and all the other Bad Karma shit. I grew up and have lived a good portion of my life sort of believing there was a wonderful place to go after death called Heaven, and a terrible place to end up in called Hell. I really never bought in to that bullshit in a serious way (I tried). I did have a slight fear of actually dying some day, but I conquered that ridiculous fear back in February 2016 after I survived my last surgery.

                              In conclusion, for all of you Sheeple out there that believe the “Pulling the Rabbit out of a Hat” trick, Happy Easter! I’m sure that somewhere, some preacher is also adding a little bit of “Fire & Brimstone” to his/her Easter Sunday sermon. Now, let’s sing, “Just as I am” while the ushers pass the offertory plates/bags to pay for my 5th jet aircraft and my new vacation home in Hawaii.

                              By the way, Cleatus and Ellie never did catch that little Bunny Rabbit.

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

                              TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

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

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                                Grandpa’s Bumper Sticker

                                Did you folks see the moon tonight? Full moon, absolutely beautiful. Got me to thinking of the time, I was 16, riding with a couple of friends. We had just left the A & W Drive-in, driving down County Road 242 when we pulled up behind a Studebaker with a Grandpa and Grandma type doing half of the 45 MPH speed limit.

                                So, what do we do? We pull up along side them in the left lane (no on-coming traffic ahead) I roll down the right-side rear window, Perry rolls down the front passenger window, and FULL ON MOON THIS COUPLE. Grandpa & Grandma glances over, well, Grandma was staring intently probably getting a good look at our junk hanging down, and Grandpa steps on the gas and speeds ahead of us.

                                So, Billy, driving our vehicle, steps on the gas and catches up with Grandpa’s car. By now, Perry and I have pulled our pants up, and we both have whipped out…..wait for it…..our squeeze bottles of ketchup and mustard that we stole from the A & W. Billy pulls to the left side of the Studebaker, and it’s FIRE AT WILL. Perry and I squirt our ketchup and mustard all over Grandpa’s car.

                                Billy hung in there along side the Studebaker for a few minutes, speeding up as Grandpa began speeding up. Eventually we are a few hundred yards away, when all of a sudden, here comes the Studebaker. Grandpa is FULL SPEED AHEAD.

                                Well, guess what, Grandpa pulls to his left, and just as he got along side of Billy’s 1956 Chevy 2-door post with a fuel-injected 409, Grandma’s window rolls down and she, I swear to god, is pointing a sawed-off 12-gauge shotgun at us.

                                Two shots. One at the engine area of our left front fender, which seemed to explode, and one shot at our left rear tire which disintegrated the tire (it was a double-barrel). Our last view of the Studebaker as we began to slow down (due to the hole in Billy’s engine and the lack of a left-front tire), was Grandpa and Grandma, laughing their fucking asses off as they sped away. Moral of the story? I’m really glad she didn’t pull out that shotgun when Perry and I had our two asses hanging out the window. Grandpa’s Studebaker was now a speck in the distance as we stood there, watching Billy’s Chevy now consumed with fire, and then exploding. We didn’t notice Grandpa’s bumper sticker (see image).

                                I hope you enjoyed this story, inspired by the full moon tonight

                                Peace & Abide,

                                Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                  Wiggling your Titties versus a “Loaded Diaper”

                                  Double-Standard? Nahhh, not really. My daughter and her significant other are currently at the Coachella Music Festival held every year about this time. It is a HUGE gathering of people including celebrities from every genre imaginable.
                                   
                                  While looking at various “Stuff” on farcecrap, I noticed that he, (the significant other) has posted for his farcecrap friends to see a compilation of some things they are/have experienced at the festival (nothing wrong with that).
                                   
                                  One thing that caught my attention in his brief montage, was a really brief video clip of my daughter in a hardly covers her chest T-Shirt, wiggling her little titties (nothing wrong with that either). It only lasts for a second or two, but it did catch my attention.
                                   
                                  Now, let me set this straight. The short video I just mentioned, did NOT upset me in any way what-so-ever. It is what young people do at a music festival, hell, some of them even walk around completely naked. OK, so THAT was Woodstock, probably not at Coachella? Hahahahahahaha
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                                  My instant reaction? I just found it ironic. It’s OK to wiggle your tits in a public venue, but NOT okay when dad tells a joke (via private text, which included my son and her significant other) based on a real memory. In this case, comparing a dog’s fart, (we can blame it all on “Cleatus”, the Wiener Dog) to a memory of changing a baby’s diaper, one that really WAS smelly because she did not take to nursing and drank nothing but formula.
                                   
                                  I indeed changed many a stinky diaper when my daughter was an infant. Hahahahahahaha. Double-Standard? Wiggling your little titties versus the smell of a baby’s diaper?

                                  In case your wondering, yes, my daughter will never see this post, and I WILL NOT purposely share it with her, ever. So, I am safe from her wrath. She probably will not see me do my routine at the Comedy Store in Hollywood either. She may have a change in her attitude towards me someday and watch my very first HBO Special. I DID share this with her “significant other” though, because he DOES get it, and sees the irony in this, and understands the humor of it all.

                                  P. S. Happy 4/20 Day folks

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                                    You are a Fucking Redneck if…..

                                    I use the term “Redneck” loosely in this writing. You don’t have to be a typical Redneck, just a person, male or female, with a lower than normal IQ with no “Common Sense”, or an unfortunate human being with a higher than normal IQ and no “Common Sense”, so for that category, we will just refer to you as a “Redneck”. If you possess a lower than normal IQ, an average IQ, or you are a fucking genius, and you DO have “Common Sense”, well then, this subject doesn’t apply to you folks, and 9 times out of 10, you DO comprehend and agree with most of what I am about to say. Help me add to the list. Send me your additions either by comment or private message on farcecrap, or by email. I will add them to this list.

                                    You are a Fucking Redneck if…..
                                    You support OUR COUNTRY or any other country going into another country with full military force as part of our/their government’s policies and excuses like, REGIME CHANGE, desire to take over and control another area of the world for the resources, like OIL & GAS.

                                    You are a Fucking Redneck if…..
                                    You have a hard time understanding the plight of third-world and/or second-world countries that DON” T enjoy the everyday freedoms that you THINK we have here in the USA and other first-world countries that consistently support the USA, militarily and otherwise. Example: Our government refuses to recognize the plight of people in places like Palestine, Yemen, and a few other areas of our wonderful planet.

                                    You are a Fucking Redneck if…..
                                    You are completely fooled by the political systems that control every aspect of our lives, i.e., supporting ANY political party or entity that loves WAR, the suppression of ANY parts of what we call FREEDOM, like true freedom of the press, etcetera.

                                    You are a Fucking Redneck if…..
                                    You enjoy killing ANY species of creature that you also see in a Zoo.

                                    You are a Fucking Redneck if…..
                                    You believe that there is a heaven, a hell, and that YOUR god is the only pathway to either place, and you believe everything else spewed from the mouths of your so-called shepherds.

                                    “Sheeple will eat whatever grass their shepherd leads them to” (one of my favorite quotes)

                                    You are a Fucking Redneck if…..
                                    You are BIGOTED or RACIST towards (or just passionless) towards another human being because of their race, the color of their skin, their culture, their spoken language, their religious beliefs, their sexual preference/orientation (except for “pedophiles, who need serious help with their mental disorder).

                                    You are a Fucking Redneck if…..
                                    Add your thoughts here

                                    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.

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

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

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

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                                      Something new (below meme) posted by Darren Halstead on April 21, 2019:

                                       

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                                      And people think that Christians are any better than muslims, they make illegal wars, and kill millions, the Muslims kill one person going where they shouldn’t have been… considering what our country is doing to them. “ILLEGAL WAR” 911 INSIDE JOB, OUR COUNTRY IS ALL BUT EXTERMINATING THEM OVER LIES, RAPING THEIR RESOURCES, FORCING THEM TO OUR WAY OF LIFE….
                                      WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF THE TABLES WERE TURNED AND YOU WERE THEM…?
                                      THE HATE IS MEDIA ORIENTED NOT FACTUAL… THEY HAVE REASON TO BE VERY PISSED, WE ATTACKED THEM.. THEY “DIDN’T ATTACK US FIRST” KEEP THAT “FACT” IN MIND BEFORE YOU CHOOSE TO TRUST THE MEDIA PROPAGANDA….
                                      WE STARTED WAR WITH THEM…. “OVER LIES:…
                                      If you think our government and media is the truth, there is no saving you… you are terminally stupid…
                                      911 was an inside job, a wag the dog to get us in to a war for Gold, Oil, Drugs…
                                      If you think any different then your an idiot… the proof is obvious, it was a controlled demolition, and any one that has seen a real building fall from an explosion (not controled) knows that the building topples, it doesn’t fall straight down, it would have slid off to the side and took out more building’s but it fell neatly in to it’s own profile… that would “NEVER” HAPPEN…
                                      jet fuel has no chance of melting the steal in that building as it is, but the fact that 30,000 gallons of it could do it is even more ludicrous when you consider that wouldn’t even fill one office in the building…
                                      Facts:
                                      30,000 gal cubic ft displacement is 4666.71sqft anyone that has a 10000sqft house can see that that wouldn’t even be enough to set a Walmart on fire for long… and even the biggest Walmart is less than 1/30th of the size of the building at 179,000sqft of the 3millon sft of the total building it supposedly brought down one floor was 43,680 sqft not to mention that most of it blew out the side and burned off in a few seconds…
                                      Use your common sense please… this idiocy has to stop.. our government is wrong to have even been there to begin with… without a doubt…
                                      Went back and got the actual numbers, and did the math…. it’s called resesrch… and telling me that less than 30,000 gallons of jet fuel took down a 3million sft of building… is laughable
                                      And while jet fuel could weaken steal rebarb, the beams in the building were A36 steal…
                                      And even if it weakened the steel… it would only reach temperatures to do so on one side of the building… that means it would topple, not fall straight down…. and there is not one bit of science to prove it, if there were they would use it to bring down all buildings up for destruction because it is very much cheaper than… it cost $40,000 to $80,000 per 10,000 sqft…. so it would only take 156,000 dollars to bring down 3million sqft…. that’s a bargain if I ever seen one.

                                       

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                                        “I want to be a Fashion Designer when I grow up”

                                        I watched a MeTube, TheyTube…..Ahhhhh, YouTube tonight, we don’t watch Main Stream Media on TV in our house anymore for good reason, I’ll get into that one another time. What I was randomly watching was some teacher, Miss Carlson, interviewing a handful of third-graders, asking one specific, simple question. Sitting there in a semi-circle facing the teacher was Mary, Alicia, Sally, Jeffery, Billy, Josephine and Albert.

                                        The teacher asks Mary, “Mary, what do you want to be when you grow up?”. Mary responds with a big smile on her face, “I’m going to be a Nurse, just like my Mommy”. Miss Carlson looks at Billy next, “Billy, what do you want to be when you grow up?”, to which Billy responded, “I plan on being a Short-Stop for the Los Angeles Dodgers” (he’s a jock, big-time, been playing little league baseball since he was five). Wow, very good Billy Miss Carlson says. Next, she looks at Alicia, same question, “Alicia, what do YOU want to be when you grow up?”. Alicia, who is mature for her years (they watch a lot of CSPAN at her house), I’m going to start with being a Junior Congresswoman from Santa Barbara, and who knows, someday be President of the Unite States”. WOW! That is wonderful Alicia, the teacher says. As an audience, we find out that Jeffery wants to be a Fashion Designer, Sally an Attorney, and Josephine a Cosmetologist. Now Miss Carlson asks Albert, “What do YOU want to be when you grow up”. Albert, who has been playing a video game on his “Smart” phone, and is interrupted says, “What did you say Miss Carlson, I thought you were talking to Billy”. Miss Carlson: “I told everybody to turn off their phones, because this was serious business here this afternoon, and we are filming it as well”.

                                        Now in all fairness, Miss Carlson had not noticed Albert staring at his “Smart” phone, fingers twitching like he had some sort of palsy or something because she started at the right half of the semi-circle, Albert was sitting in the last seat on the left side of the semi-circle. So, now looking directly at Albert, Miss Carlson repeats the same question, “What do YOU want to be when YOU grow up, Albert?”. Slight pause, and the cameraman has come in for a close-up of Albert, chest up. Albert staring directly in to the camera says with a snarl on his face, “I’m going to be a bad-ass mother-fucking soldier when I grow up, and I’m going to kill ALL of those fuckin’ Camel-Jockeys, cause my Dad said I should”.

                                        Moral of the story? First of all, if you don’t get it, you’re pretty fucking stupid if you ask me.

                                        Desensitizing and Conditioning. Modifying, SOME, and I mean some, of these innocent children’s mentality, thought processes, to their detriment, and the detriment of society as well. Albert grows up, becomes a soldier, already filled up with hatred for whatever people his parents talked ill about, and the aspirations of wanting to “Kill” people. Why? Could we obviously agree that his home environment had something to do with his choices in life? Yes, of course. The other major factor is the types of video games he was allowed to play, on his phone and at home on their 80” TV with fantastic surround sound. In fact, Albert and his Father play a lot of those really violent shoot-em-up military inspiring WAR GAMES………Wait for it……..TOGETHER!

                                        Albert returns from war in the Middle-East and becomes a…..wait for it…….Police Officer. Did he leave the war, and war games in his past? NO! He’s come back with issues, whatever they may be, PTSD, whatever. I say he also came back with some of the same issues he had before he ever signed up to be a BAD ASS FUCKING MARINE, and he’s going to make a terrific Cop now? Think about it. If you notice as your child is growing up, that they evolve from simple games, like “Chase the Blue Unicorn” or whatever like my 5 year-old Grandson plays, to….ANY video game that depicts killing and maiming, slicing and dicing of an opponent in a simulated medieval period game, that perhaps evolves to the simulated War Games as he gets older, guess what, you are party to the destruction of any decency and normalcy that your child could have had. Not to forget, the role violent video games have played in the perverted minds of these sick (white) individuals who have gone into a school and killed innocent children. End of commentary, open for your comments on this. Thank you.

                                        Postscript: Please, if ANYONE is offended by the image I have used of a Fashion Designer, or my writing that Jeffery stated that he was someday going into that field as a career choice, understand that I was not trying to offend. I have absolutely no ill thoughts towards the Gay Community, whatsoever, but I am glad that years ago waking up in that hospital bed after being in a “Medically Induced” Coma for ten days, (Bullshit, George Carlin would have said, “Morphine Induced Coma), that I didn’t have a bloody asshole. Pedophiles? Whole different story. I don’t think there has EVER been a child, when asked that question “What do you want to be?” EVER said, “I’m going to be a Pedophile someday when I grow up and fuck a lot of little boys”. De-Sensitizing and Conditioning. There have been little boys that as children, were abused by some Pedophile or another, and as an adult, became one. There’s not many out there, but there are a few I’m sure. Bottom Line? Put some thought into what you are teaching your child, and what you are allowing your child to be consumed with. Find out what the symptoms are of ANY less than normal activity.

                                        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.

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

                                        TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

                                         

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

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

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                                          Taco Wrappers

                                          The first time doing my routine at the Comedy Store in Hollywood, and I think I’m doing some really good shit in the very beginning.

                                          “Do you ever wonder why they chose to use a Frog, Kermit the Frog that is, as the other leading character and love interest of Miss Piggy? Imagine if it was a Toad, Teddy the Toad, or a Pit Bull, Peter the Pit Bull. How about Gonzo the Goose? They already named another character Gonzo anyway. It doesn’t make sense, a Toad fucking a Pig. Suuuurrrrre (sarcastically), it always works, a Frog fucking a Pig? A teenie tiny frog penis, and an overweight pig’s huge pussy?” I don’t know, anything other than two pigs fucking? How about a Pit Bull humping a Fire Hydrant? Now, potentially, that could be funny”.

                                          Five minutes into my routine, I stop for a moment and thank the audience, because they really have been great so far, laughing (all except for the one dude in the back who’s been unsmilingly staring at me for the last five minutes) So, as I’m politely clapping my hands, I say, “Wow! You folks have been so nice to me so far, I LOVE this audience! Thank you!” Which takes me to my bit about Audience Types.

                                          “So, anyway, let me share with you the different types of people that make up an audience like you wonderful people here tonight”. I go on. “Speaking of audiences. There are several types or categories of people that I place my audience in. The first type, I call Passive Virgins. Passive, because they just paid $25 to see me, so they’re not going anywhere. Virgins, because they have never heard my shit before, plus they will laugh at anything because they may be either stoned, drunk or both. Hey, the other day I saw a homeless person driving a Ferrari”. Hahahahahahaha the audience laughs.

                                          “Then there’s the Passive Aggressives, slightly sober, takes a few jokes to get them going, plus they may have heard your shit a few times before. That’s why they came, because they enjoy my shit, heard I was in town, but they came out tonight because they want to hear some of my new shit”.

                                          “And then there are the Rudely Aggressive, usually only one dude, sitting in the back, unsmilingly staring at you. He wouldn’t laugh if his life depended on it, plus he was dragged here by his wife or Significant Other, as they say nowadays, and he would rather be at his favorite Sports Bar, watching the Dodgers play the Yankees.

                                          “Let me explain it another way with a different type of audience. I’m having one of my famous weekend parties at my beach house with close friends and some borderline friends. Borderline friends, i.e., Passive Virgins, are the best, because as I mentioned before, they’ve never experienced my sometimes-bizarre sense of humor. So, there’s a mixed crowd of say, a dozen people sitting on my patio, beach-side. Dinner was excellent, now everyone has migrated to the patio to watch the Sun go down and drink Margaritas”.

                                          “During the varied conversation, people are talking about a host of subjects and someone tells a one-liner joke, Hey, did you hear the one about……… Door is opened, and I am On-Stage. Time for me to share one of my bits. Now, when it IS a mixed crowd, of your close friends and first-timer Passive Virgins attending one of my frequent get-togethers, even though you KNOW that your close friends have heard most of your shit before, they ARE polite enough to keep their mouths shut, smilingly, and let you finish your bit for the benefit of the Passive Virgins sitting there”.

                                          “Now, if it’s just your close friends (no virgins), and they have heard that bit before, smilingly, AND politely, they will let you know that they HAVE heard that one before…..Great one Tom. I remember this one, laughed my ass off that last time you shared it, as they are trying to get you to stop as politely as possible, but they let you finish the entire story anyway”.

                                          “Sort of the same thing when your kids and their friends are having a party at your house as this was the ultimate place to party for thirteen years. Of course, I feel a part of THEIR party. It’s my fucking house isn’t it? What do you think I’m going to do? Go shopping at the Mall or go see a movie while the kids are having a great time?”

                                          “It’s sunset, we are all on the patio, and there ARE Passive Virgins in the crowd of 14 or so. They are talking in general about many topics, and someone tells a joke, Hey dudes, did you hear about the time when we were driving to Rosarita Beach, and Billy had to use Taco wrappers to wipe his ass?…..The kid continues telling a really funny story, which I also have told many many times before”. It involves three ferocious Pit Bulls, Montezuma’s Revenge, and a hand-full of Taco Wrappers”.

                                          “The door is now open for me. As soon as I begin sharing my Dead Armadillo Story, even though there are several Passive Virgins who have never heard my shit before, mixed with a few of my children’s close friends who HAVE, my son, politely & smilingly keeps his mouth shut and lets me continue. However, if there are no Passive Virgins at the party, (because there are only five of them INCLUDING my kids, and they ALL have heard it before, right at the beginning of my joke or bit, my son looks at me, UNSMILINGLY, and says, Fuck this shit Dad, we’ve heard your crap a thousand times before”, as he rudely begins to talk about what a great wave he caught earlier in the day”.

                                          I credit Cleatus and Ellie for this inspiration today

                                          Stay tuned, I’m working on more material like this

                                          Peace & Abide,

                                          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                            Glasnost, Perestroika, Vodka and FEMA Camps

                                            Originally published in April 2019, updated October 2020

                                            I was watching a documentary tonight, of sorts……A film made by VICE, a so-called purveyor of truth. The film was an in-person narrative and interviews of the independent freedom fighters of Ukraine, battling the “Fuckin’ Russians”. “There you go again, by golly” (famous one-liner, guess which president said that?).

                                            The Commies are at it again, trying to take back something that used to be theirs. Oh, but wait, it’s not the USSR anymore, and I don’t think you could regard them as Communists anymore either.

                                            From 1991, when the USSR ceased functioning as a communist country, the world just began to call it the Soviet Union instead of using the initials USSR. Many people nowadays just call it Russia. Three of the former “Soviet States”, Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia, had already declared their independence from the old USSR prior to Christmas of 1991, when the old flag of the USSR was raised over the Kremlin for the last time. Pop Quiz: How many readers know what the NEW Russian flag looks like?

                                            As I watched this Anti-Russia, Pro-Ukraine film, I began to notice the general age of these Ukrainian dudes being interviewed in the film. They ALL were of an age, that either they weren’t even born yet, or at best, they were three years old when the United Soviet States of Russia (USSR) bit the dust, (or is it “United States of Soviet Russia”).

                                            It’s only in recent history that any of the Eastern European countries have been known as being independent, (who declared their independence after Christmas of 1991) like these others, Ukraine, Georgia, Belarus, Armenia, Azerbaijan, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Moldova, Turkmenistan, Tajikistan and Uzbekistan.

                                            Before the collapse of the USSR. In most minds, we never really thought of them as separate from the USSR, because they weren’t. News casters would refer to them like, “A Soviet YAK-40 just crashed in the bla-bla-bla-blaistan region of the…….wait for it!…..USSR!”.

                                            So, as I’m watching this mutual aggression taking place between the people in the eastern part of the Ukraine, supposedly aided by Russian troops, and the National Army of the Ukraine aided by the freedom fighters in this film, I see all these young dudes being interviewed and filmed, and I remember a few “Russians” that I knew years ago that are my age, well, one of them is 78 now, 8 years older than I am.

                                            We used to talk over a few beers, and I remember both of them (at different times, different bars, tell me that things were not all that bad, even when it WAS the USSR. What they described as life in the USSR, (specifically the Ukraine, and the other dude was from Kazakhstan) was not a bad life. Sure, they may have lacked some of the things we take for granted, like fancy sports cars and wine from Northern California, but they had the best Vodka in the world.

                                            My point is this, let’s not get all judgmental and opinionated over what is happening 4,475 miles away along the Russian western boundary. The older folk have not seen much of a change from their perspective, in fact, they claim they were from Russia. One friend even told me, “Yes, I grew up in what used to be called, the USSR. I came to the USA after the Glasnost and Perestroika started in 1985 because I didn’t like some of the changes the new government was making at the time”. Boris, the one from the Ukraine continued, “Gorbachev was cutting back on a lot of the spending on military equipment, and as a small business, (machine shop owner), I depended on the military equipment spending as my bread & butter. I closed down, thru a dart at the dart-board, it stuck in Southern California, so I moved here”. Boris went on to tell me how he packed up some suit cases, and he and his wife Anya left Russia and landed at LAX, back in 1989.

                                            My point is, all over the world, in First-World countries especially, our governments and media have been feeding us a line of bullshit for far too long. So long, that our very mentality has been configured to only believe what we are being told, bombarded with, every fucking day. Most is untruths about what is happening in the First-World’s neck of the woods, and so far from the truth it’s pathetic.

                                            “Sheeple will eat whatever grass their Shepherd leads them to” – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

                                            The lies began when JFK was eliminated/assassinated and the lies have been escalating ever since then. All the reasons for wars since then have been lies. Sure, let’s say we are going to Democratize “Tim-Buck-Two” (an imaginary third-world country). Our government sends our CIA into a country and funds/arms one faction or the other. Of course, we are going to support whatever faction who’s willing to sign over the mineral rights, like Oil & Gas deposits in exchange for “Democracy”. What a fucking joke.

                                            Continuing on past the lie about Saddam Hussein/Iraq, and Afghanistan, after 9-11. The on-going lies about Iran and Syria. The TOTAL sell-out to the zionists who are destroying a whole nation, Palestine. Other than the constant wars in the Middle East over OIL. There are and always has been, internal conflicts in what we lovingly call, “Third-World Countries”. Have you ever stopped for a moment and thought, “Who are the Second-World countries”?

                                            Many of these conflicts are one religious faction trying to exterminate another religious faction. Do we send in the CIA? No. Do we take sides militarily and try to end the conflict? Sometimes, but only when there is OIL, GAS, GOLD, SILVER, URANIUM, and all that other good stuff the government likes. If you don’t have shit, you don’t get shit, that’s how the world works, on a personal basis as well as a whole nation is concerned, like in places like Burma. The words, from the White House and Congress? “Let those Mother-Fuckers kill each other, we could care less”. The Middle East? Now that’s a horse of a different color, isn’t it.

                                            So, the Soviet Union (Russia) has invaded and annexed Crimea? SO FUCKING WHAT you turd. The people that live there are Russian Speaking, RUSSIANS. It’s like the USA taking Florida back. What has been happening recently, is how the fucking retards running our government choose the side of the former Russian states, militarily and economically. Can’t you see this? Most of the folks my age can only call themselves Russians, who happen to live in area that used to be territorially connected to……wait for it…….RUSSIA!

                                            The title of my conclusion is, DO YOU REALLY KNOW WHAT OUR GOVERNMENT AND THE ZIONISTS ARE UP TO?

                                            “Money isn’t necessarily the root of all evil, but GREED is” – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

                                            (insert any word you want in place of “Money”……OIL, GAS, GOLD, SILVER, URANIUM, on and on and on, the quote still works)

                                            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.

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

                                            TheDeadArmadilloManuscript062120

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

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

                                            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                             

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                                              Laziness as opposed to Selfishness

                                              Laziness can be miss-interpreted to also include some degree of selfishness. When in fact, Selfishness is a personality trait, and the truly selfish people are selfish and generally NOT Lazy, i.e., Selfish people work hard to earn what they have and to keep it all for themselves. Whereas Laziness truly is not selfish at all. The Lazy people that I’ve known throughout my life have been the types of people that would give you the shirt off their back, if you needed one and they had one to give, so to speak. Laziness usually occurs in people that never fully matured in certain aspects of their lives. It is also a “choice” that is brought on by conditioning, or acceptance in your own mind that the lifestyle is perfectly normal, when it isn’t. Not a good thing if you are lazy your entire life.

                                              At first glance, one would think that there is an element of Selfishness in Laziness, but there’s not. A lazy person will still give you the shirt off his/her back, that is, if he/she had an extra shirt. When this laziness has consumed a person to the point where he feels no desire to do ANY work, like mowing your friend/host’s lawn, or cleaning up after yourself in the friend/host’s kitchen, and your friend/host has graciously allowed you to “Couch Surf” in their home for an extended period of time. When the only thing you wipe is your ass. Wipe the kitchen counter? That’s work! That takes precious time away from whatever activity you indulge in.

                                              Selfish? Some may think so. I don’t think so. Lazy? Yes, to the extent that it’s on the fringes of a psychosis of some sort, with some of the ingredients possibly being PTSD and possibly depression. Forget lack of self-esteem, there may be a little bit of that as well, but PTSD, depression and lack of self-esteem is not the main root cause, they just contribute to it. In fact, you can be mind-healthy in all other aspects and still be the Laziest Person on Earth.

                                              Let me be perfectly clear here. PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Schizophrenia, or any other mental imbalance or psychosis is NOT the cause of Laziness. They MAY exacerbate a condition, but not cause it. Women who suffer with Postpartum Depression is a great example. The husband, who doesn’t understand it, comes home and finds the dishes not done, the home in disarray, the baby sitting there with a load of shit in its diaper that’s several hours old, and the husband says, “You LAZY bitch, get out of bed and do something”. Well, Mr. Husband, that’s NOT laziness, that’s depression, your wife is not lazy.

                                              I myself had spent much of my life suffering from PTSD and deep depression. Certifiably Bi-Polar Type 2 I WAS, leaving everything undone except for sleep, a perpetual state of depressive sleep. My only relief from the deep depression was the occasional Bi-Polar “High” when I thought I could save the world on my own. Shit was still left undone, piling up, dirty dishes in the sink, unwashed clothes, etceteras. I eventually discovered what I had to do to overcome/defeat it. During those periods in my life prior to my healing, I was NOT a Lazy person. I didn’t get to where I am today, mentally and emotionally cured, from being Lazy that’s for sure. Feel free to ask me how I was “Healed”.

                                              The main root cause of “PUREFUCKINGLAZYITUS”, which is difficult for most of us to comprehend, is the “conditioning” and choice that people accept. We don’t understand it for the most part, and we feel totally helpless in trying to deal with it when we see it manifested in a friend’s lifestyle. I believe a person’s choice to live that way is a mental condition/illness, that I call “PUREFUCKINGLAZYITUS”.

                                              Our homeless veterans that suffer from PTSD, most of them, are NOT lazy. If they are given the opportunity, and with the proper counseling for their PTSD and related symptoms like depression, will in most cases, take a job, perhaps begin a career in order to better their lives. On Skid Rows across America, there are four types of people, the ones who are truly suffering from one psychosis or another and should be treated as such (Mental Health disorders and treatment), the people suffering from PTSD can be classified with the first group as that is a real psychosis, there also are people (mostly families) who are down on their luck, lost their home by default because the factory where they worked shut down, they couldn’t pay the rent or mortgage forcing them into homelessness, and then there are the Lazy ones, who are homeless because they choose the lifestyle.

                                              Of the Lazy, there are people like Bob, who never had a chance straight out of the “Starting Block”, pre-conditioned if you will. It too should be classified with the first group except there is not a single thing you can do for them. They suffer from “PUREFUCKINGLAZYITUS”, and there is no magic pill or cure. The homeless need our help. Does our “couch-surfing” friend? We continue to help a friend in any way we can because he IS a friend, and he would give YOU the shirt off HIS back. If we are truly a friend, and if we are by nature, “Giving” people, we will let that friend stay in our homes, eating our food, using our home like it was his, like the phrase “Mi Casa su Casa”, what’s mine is yours. And we do this with no expectation of any kind of return.

                                              The difference with those truly afflicted with this “PUREFUCKINGLAZYITUS” is that we (as givers) are shocked beyond belief that our friend is unable to comprehend that it’s NOT payback that the givers are seeking at all if he is purely “Lazy”. It’s just shocking to those around him, especially shocking to the “Givers” that the friend doesn’t take it upon himself to help with even normal chores around the house.

                                              The fact is, laziness does consume a person to the point that the act of just doing something is NOT as a remittance of a gift given, it’s WORK. If all you can do is put hand to mouth for the insertion of food and liquid nourishment, sleep, shit and wipe your ass, and do nothing substantial towards making your station in life better, or even seeking a job at MacDonald’s, then I say you are ill, you suffer from “PUREFUCKINGLAZYITUS” and are beyond help.

                                              Beyond help because there is nothing you can do or say to change that friend into a normal healthy human being. So, we continue to help, in spite of the fact that the friend we are helping does not have the where with all to change his lifestyle. Most of his/her friends do not have the intelligence to recognize that he/she is living an extreme lifestyle that does not include WORK, and they continue to give him help in every form imaginable. A much smaller portion of close friends DO try to speak/teach that special friend that the lifestyle that person been living has been chosen, i.e., his/her CHOICE and that they CAN CHOOSE to make their life better, beginning with getting a job, any job. These attempts to “Help”  fall on deaf ears, and every excuse in the book.

                                              Ever hear of a person saying’ “I think I want to be LAZY for the next two months, then after that, I’m going to do whatever is necessary to find a job, or really train for a career”. There are normal people that will do that, and do it purposely calling it a “Time Out” or sabbatical from normal life. They will make a decision that they are going to purposely NOT work for two whole months, or whatever time period for various reasons, BUT they will use that time planning, or at least thinking about what they are going to do when that sixty days of “Fasting” from work is over. The difference between that person just described, and someone who suffers from “PUREFUCKINGLAZYITUS” is that he/she never, ever finds a career, or a job, as they keep living the semi-homeless life, at your house and scores of other friend’s houses. Yes, we can say it’s a CHOICE, but I say it’s a choice coupled with some other really nasty issues. So, I call it as I see it, a person with “PUREFUCKINGLAZYITUS” is SICK, and beyond help.

                                              To summarize “Laziness”, compare the friend, stricken with “PUREFUCKINGLAZYITUS” with another friend of the host, whose home was recently burned to the ground in the Santa Barbara fires and needs a temporary place to stay, we’ll call him John. John is a normal dude, either working, or not, if not working he’s actively seeking work in his area of expertise. First thing, day one in the host’s home, he says he is willing to help around the house, do whatever needs to be done. The common areas like the kitchen for example are cleaned and kept clean. John mows the lawn. John does whatever it takes to reciprocate for the host’s kindness……Because John is not Lazy, or Selfish. The act of reciprocation is not just a choice (like choosing to be Lazy) it’s a natural part of John’s being and is the norm for most people that are NOT Lazy or Selfish.

                                              Now, just a few words about true “Selfishness”. Selfishness is NOT by choice, it’s a “Personality Trait” you either have it, or you don’t. I have known some of the most selfish people on this planet, and I have to say, I believe it is part of their Bad Karma Genetic Makeup. Somehow, when Selfishness was handed out, they asked for three scoops instead of one. Number one, they are Selfish from day one. Number two, they are NOT Lazy people. They strive/work for gain, they strive to be successful, but only for themselves. They generally do not believe in reciprocating, for ANYTHING. Not even if it effects their own family. The term “Generosity” is not in their vocabulary. There is no, “Itus” for selfishness, i.e., no “Selfishitus”. There is no cure, because there is no mental affliction involved. There is no class or course to teach a Selfish person how to become “Unselfish”. They remain Selfish their entire lives, affecting those around them, at work, close family and friends.

                                              So, we have discussed the two unrelated types. People who suffer from “PUREFUCKINGLAZYITUS”, and all the un-named people you might know, who one could say are the most selfish people on the planet. The only thing in common between these two types is that you can’t help either one. The first one is sick in my opinion, being accustomed to that lifestyle, and the second one, SELFISHNESS as a personality disorder/trait, that will be carried to the grave and also can never be changed. What’s this mean for the rest of us? Sadly, we will continue to help our lazy friends, hoping that the “Light-Bulb” will turn on at some point in their miserable lives, and we will continue to be disgusted with the Selfish people that have absolutely no fucking clue that their “Personality Trait” negatively affects others.

                                              Conclusion: I am an optimist, believing that “PUREFUCKINGLAZYITUS” can somehow be reversed. I am also a pessimist thinking that pure unadulterated Selfishness cannot be changed. My intent with this writing is to give some clarity to the two unrelated issues in hopes that at least for the Lazy ones, that a light-bulb might turn on in their minds initiating a positive change in their lives. Selfish people, you are on your own. When you are buried, people might remember you as, “That ASSHOLE was the most selfish person I have ever known”.

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

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

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                                                Here’s a little bit of my “Stand-Up” bits

                                                I often think that some of my “Brain Farts” could be part of a “Stand-Up” routine, so here we go, here’s a few examples.

                                                 

                                                “It’s a little Nippy out”

                                                So, earlier today I was having a cup of coffee at Starbucks, sitting outside by myself on their patio. It was a little chilly out, so I said to myself, “It’s a little NIPPY out here”. Immediately it got me to thinking,”, “Gee, I wonder where that saying came from”. I immediately answered myself, “The first dude, perhaps sitting out on a patio somewhere, and there happened to be a few other people sitting there as well, happened to catch a glance at a woman’s nipple getting hard underneath her flimsy silk t-shirt because of the cold air and commented, IT’S A LITTLE NIPPLE POKING OUT THERE!”. The woman reacted saying, “What the FUCK did you just say?”. The dude corrected himself, “It’s NIPPY, you know, cold out here”. Thereafter we all say “It’s a little nippy out here”.

                                                 

                                                “Fog Art”

                                                My daughter texted a photo she had just taken from the Freeway near Carson, and I had to download it, blow it up, to actually read the sign. She was suggesting a place to take my grandson for a family outing some day. When I asked what it was, (after blowing it up to see for myself), I texted, “Ahhhhh, I had to squint….fogarts”. Fogarts was an honest typo, so I text, “Go-Carts”. It got me to thinking, just what is fogarts, then I split the word up, what is Fog Art? Hahahahahahaha. So I text, “Fog Art is when you paint a beautiful landscape, and you can’t tell where or what it is because the fog is so dense. FOG ART.

                                                 

                                                “Drawing Blood”

                                                So, I went to have my blood drawn this morning, you know, to check my blood sugar, cholesterol, and shit, and my PCP added the PSA test to check my prostate for cancer. Something all of us old farts need to do at least once a year.

                                                Now, I have Medicare and a very good supplemental insurance that covers the normal tests, but the PSA test is NOT covered. I sometimes wonder why. Why do I have to pay $214.83 to have them check my PSA. What’s the 83 cents for? I just find it odd that the PSA test is not covered by insurance. After all, 86 deaths per day due to Prostate Cancer, that’s and 31,620 this year. You would think that with that many dudes dying every day, that the test would be included under Medicare.

                                                For those of you that are not aware, PCP in my case stands for “Primary Care Physician” not “Angel Dust”.

                                                SO, I’m a big boy, not too overwhelmed by a stranger sticking a needle in my arm, but I have had a few instances that were just plain un-necessary pain when some fat old nurse in a hospital kept jabbing and sticking that needle in, twisting and poking, until you finally ask what the fuck is going on. She says, “I’m kinda new at this, sorry”.

                                                So, based on those few bad experiences, I sit down in the chair with the folding arm rests expecting the worst, hoping for the best. This morning, my Phlebotomist is this cute little Filipino gal that’s preparing to take my blood, with a needle.

                                                Based on my few bad experiences. The first thing I always say regardless of who it is that is going to be sticking that needle in my arm is, “I’m a little scared of needles”. She comforts me, saying, “I will be very gentle with you”.

                                                Of course, she was careful, and afterwards explains the scenario that my insurance MAY not cover the PSA test. A few hours later I’m at home chillin” and the following thoughts come to mind.

                                                I swear, every time I’ve had my blood drawn (besides the fat nurse in the hospital). It’s been a cute little Filipino gal that’s done the task. So, I started thinking of something nice to say BEFORE your cute little Phlebotomist sticks that needle in your arm. Start out innocently by saying, “Gee, you are very pretty”, She smiles and thanks you of course. “How tall are you? You can’t weigh more than 100 pounds”, to which she replies, “I’m four foot ten and I weigh 98 pounds”. Stop right there, don’t say another word.

                                                But NO, you go on to what I call the “Hail Mary question if because you are a gambler and a glutton for punishment.  “Do you like to spin?”. Now if she is truly innocent, (only 26 years old) she will smile and not really know what the fuck you are talking about, so you say, “I’d spin you like a Merry-Go-Round”. If she still smiles, because she has no fucking clue, you’re good to go. If she has understood every word you said, she’s going to stick that needle in your arm 18 times, maybe twist the needle a little as well before she finds a vein. Try it sometime. Today it was only one jab of the needle, didn’t feel it at all. She was clueless.

                                                P. S. For those of you that might be offended, I really didn’t say this to Mary the Phlebotomist, it was an after thought hours later.

                                                 

                                                “Three Turds walk into a bar”

                                                Sooooo, these three turds (well, two turds and a giant pool of nasty looking shit) walk into this bar. The obvious leader was the biggest turd I’d ever seen, what I call the “Arnold”, (make a bodybuilder pose), in a Schwarzenegger voice say, “I am de biggesttt baaadest Tuurd alive!!”. The medium-sized Turd right behind “Arnold” we will call “Richard” (said in a gay British way). “Richard” is sorta squishy whishy TURD. Not too soft, not too hard, a “Just Right” kinda Turd (flail of the arm). “Richard” was a medium-soft Turd because Alice ate a banana every day). The nasty smelling pool of diarrhea’s name is “Mary”, you know, as in MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB and it was flowing right behind the two Turds, “Arnold” and “Richard”

                                                Soooo, Arnold, Richard, and Mary, were mid-way through their first round, drinking and talking. Side comment: Have you ever heard a TURD talk? Well I have! One very scary night, a very long ago, really sick-drunk at 2:17 AM at some party. It’s funny, I remember the exact time I stuck my head in the toilet to begin a conversation with the log I had just dropped, but I don’t remember what bar or club I was at. Shit, I can’t even remember what state I was in. TURDS DO talk if you’re drunk enough to listen.

                                                Sooooo, picture in your mind, if you will, the two Turds and the pool of shit are sharing recent accomplishments. Listen in, as we now hear the “Arnold” Turd sharing, “I ripped Little Miss Muffet a brand-new asshole this morning. Her boyfriend Jake has nothing on me. She screamed like a Banshee, and grunted like the fat old hog she is. When I finally dropped, I splashed water back up on her bleeding asshole. Little Miss Muffet has to sit down slowly and gently on her “Tuffet” until her butthole heals.

                                                Now “Richard” the squishy whishy Turd shares, “No big deal here, no major earth-shattering news, Alice just sat down, gave out a slight little grunt and push. I just squeezed out like cookie dough from its wrapper. Landed politely in the water, and floated there for just a little bit until she flushed because I was a polite one-wiper turd.

                                                Lastly, “Mary”, the brown pool of stinky diarrhea spoke, “Someone played a trick on Betty. They lacing her Hershey’s Chocolate bars with EXLAX. She ate at least a half a pound’s worth watching “I Love Lucy” re-runs. I sprayed all over the place, the wall, the floor, and some made it in the toilet. I am the embodiment of the phrase, “When the shit hits the fan”.

                                                Back to my experience. Just as I was completing my sentence, “Ohhhh!! I think I’m going to be sickkkkk, what do you think of that! You sorry piece of shit!!!”, I swear I thought I heard my Turd chime in, helping me complete my sentence……..“Piece of Shit”, but adding, “Take a deep breath and hold it”, just as I started throwing up my Sushi.

                                                Postscript: It’s a nice morning, Thursday the 4th of April, 2019, and I’m sitting here taking a dump. My thoughts are wandering, you know, I’m not thinking about anything serious, like World Peace, etceteras, and my thoughts, (sometimes out loud), are of NOT being constipated since the good doctors at the Mayo Clinic hooked my anus back up (during the surgery in 2012, for a life threatening case of Diverticulitis, had removed around eight feet of my lower colon),

                                                I digress, anyway, I was just having a pleasant time taking a normal shit, when all of a sudden, I remembered the BIGGEST TURD I had ever seen in my entire life. I was in the 1st Grade at Soderville Elementary School when this happened. It’s a normal day in school, when all of a sudden, the teacher makes this huge announcement in front of the whole school (typical one-room school house).

                                                She says, “Kids, you HAVE to come and see this”….She leads all of us curiosity seekers to the bathroom in the front hallway, and then says, “Johnnie” a second-grader, (I’ll use that name because I can’t think of his real name), Johnnie, I know it was you that left this little surprise for all of us to see”.

                                                In the wintertime, we kept buckets of water next to the toilet to pour in and flush, so the teacher, Mrs. Crazy as Batshit, was using Johnnie as an example I guess, to show us all how important it was to “Flush” the toilet after use.

                                                Anyway, what Johnnie left in the toilet bowl without flushing was, still today, THE LARGEST TURD I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. It had to be four inches in diameter and at least 14 inches long. How a little kid could drop a log that big was amazing.  She should have contacted the Guinness Book of World Records. Johnnie, I’m sure was embarrassed, and after that occasion, we never again saw an un-flushed toilet.

                                                 

                                                “It goes WITHOUT saying”

                                                It goes without saying, there is a certain amount of discretion one must use in our language around certain types of people, like little kids or some adults. Have you ever said something that at the time, you just were not thinking clearly and really did not intend on embarrassing yourself, or you were just one really strange mother-fucker after all, like, for instance, you are listening to your grandmother as she is describing, for the tenth time, her hip replacement surgery she had five years ago, and you say, “I just want to come in your room tonight and fuck you in the ass”. Good thing she’s deaf and can’t read lips. Bad thing however, I didn’t notice the nurse that walked in the room at that precise moment and was standing behind me when I said it. They don’t let me visit granny anymore. You just don’t say shit like that to your grandmother. It’s perfectly okay to say something like that to your children’s mother, and in the right circumstances, somewhat okay to say that to your girlfriend’s mother……….My girlfriend’s mother is a hottie……..It goes without saying.

                                                 

                                                Here’s a “One-Liner”

                                                 

                                                I will be adding to this post from time to time, so stay tuned folks, i.e., to be continued…….

                                                Postscript: Reason for the image of a Pope? I think ALL preaching is a “Joke”, i.e., Stand-Up Comedy

                                                Peace & Abide,

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                                                  “Sheeple”

                                                  Please put aside whatever your opinions and Religiosity aspect/associations you may have, and try to garner just a bit of COMMON SENSE if you can. Consider the possibility that what is presented here today COULD BE part of our evolution as a species. Interpret whatever you want, use whatever methods, religious writings or books you want for your own conclusions/opinions, there is information already available as “Facts” out there.

                                                  These FACTS show that the NWO elite (Rothschilds, all Zionists, etceteras) have been planning this for a very long time. Their first target HAS to be the tearing down of the USA (the supposed leader of the free world) and everything we as citizens hold dear, like our FREEDOM.

                                                  What has evolved along with their plans is also the technology, like the implanting of a RFID chip, who the FEMA Camps are really for, yadda yadda yadda. Watch the entire video. https://youtu.be/3zmonA5cP7s

                                                  After watching the full video, ask yourself (while looking in a mirror), if you think you just might be a “Sheeple”.

                                                  Peace & Abide,

                                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

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                                                    Age of Aquarius? or “One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest”

                                                    Folks, I have said many times that we are coming to a fork in a “fork-in-the-road” as a species. What has been happening for the most recent past, beginning with a banking system in the early 1800’s by Mayer Amschel Rothschild, up to today’s events, has been preparatory for the end game, what they call the New World Order. Google his name or click on this link to Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rothschild_family

                                                    Please watch the attached YouTube video (link at the bottom). It is the third in a series. This one lists the various laws that have been created by EXECUTIVE ORDER (by whoever was president) beginning with Jimmy Carter in 1979. Then look at who and when these laws were created that GREATLY EXPAND the POWER when they were created and “signed” in the past 15-20 years.

                                                    Prior to FEMA, JFK had established the Office of Emergency Preparedness which was a good thing, but unfortunately became the Bastard Child called FEMA that Carter originally created as a good thing, that went Cuckoo’s Nest crazy.

                                                    I am not going to list the Executive Orders here in this communication because I want you to watch this video, take notes, burn them into your memory, whatever because what has been happening over the recent decades is all part of the Rothschild and the Elite plan for a New World Order.

                                                    ALL leaders of the “Free World”, let me re-phrase that, ALL countries that are part of the World Banking System as established by the Rothschilds Family and a few of the Elites have been merely “Puppets” to their Masters. At the very top, if you want to picture it as a Pyramid, is the Rothschild Family.

                                                    Do your own research. It is all part of the “END GAME” so to speak, the desire by a few to establish a ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT, they call the NEW WORLD ORDER, For sure we are but “sheeples”, at the middle and very bottom of the pyramid.

                                                    What I wrote in my previous post is purely speculation on my part, but it’s not out of the realm of possibilities. You can read THAT at this link: https://tcsblog.net/2019/04/06/the-big-red-dragon-drops-a-preemptive-turd/

                                                    What has been happening for the past almost 200 years is like a very long game of Monopoly, only the Rothschild/Elite are in the game, and THEY are the BANKER. Queen of England and her Royal Family? Puppets, but part of the Elite. Presidents and governing bodies like our Congress? Puppets, but dispensable. Putin? He’s a puppet as well, and dispensable. Every major leader in the world and their governing counter-parts? Puppets and dispensable. Zionism is at the very heart and soul of the Rothschilds very long game of Monopoly, but INDISPENSABLE! That is the Zionist goal, to rule the world, WITH their bastard, distorted child they think is Judaism. Ask a REAL person of the Hebrew Faith what they think of Zionism, go ahead, ask them.

                                                    So many different conspiracy theories, not enough time to go over all of them. For anyone who has studied mankind’s evolution as a species like I have, you already possess the same knowledge that I have. All I am hoping for is that this knowledge, based on REAL HARD FACTS is spread throughout the world as quickly as possible. Do your part, those of you that have the knowledge, share this on farcecrap, and other platforms like Twitter. “Knowledge isn’t necessarily a sign of strength, but the right knowledge can strengthen, the wrong knowledge can weaken – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD.

                                                    Wrong knowledge is what the majority of sheeple have, because of the fact that they are missing the tools, some lacking in the IQ department, and some very highly educated people lacking COMMON SENSE. The sheeple believe, for the most part, everything that the Main Stream Media (MSM) has been instructed to tell the world, wither it’s from the Right or left, Far Right or Far Left, it’s all the same. The powers to be, start at the Rothschilds and work down from there, WANT people to be divided. They want division for their little game to work.

                                                    I will be adding to this for sure with follow-up posts, if I don’t all of a sudden have a convenient “accident”. I purposely kept this brief in order to introduce you to the following video. I’m surprised it hasn’t been taken down yet. Watch it, be informed or not. If you feel informed and enlightened, please share. Here’s the link: https://youtu.be/3zmonA5cP7s

                                                    Note: It’s a long video, but a MUST WATCH if you want the TRUTH!

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

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

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                                                      “Sucky-Fucky-Two Bucky”…..and bringing home the “Cultural Cuisines from Wars”

                                                      So, tonight I was having dinner at my favorite Chinese Buffet, and I happened to get seated close to a group of elderly folks, men & women. The whole group of them was around 25 people or so, ranging in age from mid to late 70’s to early 90’s. Note, it’s amazing just how good the sushi is at this Chinese Buffet, compared to my favorite Sushi Bar.

                                                      It got me to thinking about food as it relates to different periods in our history, and the veterans of each era (that are still alive today). As an example, one of the gentlemen, sitting close to me looked old enough to be from the WW2 Era. He was, at 96 years old. If he had fought the Germans in Europe, he potentially brought home a French bride, or most likely, if he did, a British bride. If he didn’t bring home a “War Bride” because he was already married to a gal in the US, he most certainly brought home the love for French cooking, English cooking, not so much. If he fought in the Pacific (ordinary GI Joe), there wasn’t a whole lot of choice sitting on a remote island like Iwo Jima. At any rate, after World War Two, American Cuisine began to add recipes from Europe, very little from the Pacific Campaign. It took some Red Tape and time, if you were in Europe, but it was fairly a simple process to bring a War Bride home.

                                                      Now, the veterans of the Korean War, they had to suck it up and eat Kimchi. If they were officer rank, and was fortunate enough to R & R in Japan, I assume they fell in love with Japanese Cuisine, especially Sushi.

                                                      Yes, many of our troops brought home Japanese and South Korean War Brides. The cuisine came with them as well.

                                                      Fast forward now to the Vietnam War. Japanese, and Philippine women & cuisine (Subic Bay was where the US Hospital Ships were). If you were an officer, more than likely, married or not, you were able to take R & R in Hawaii. Many GI Joes also left their sperm there (in South Vietnam and the Philippines), resulting in many half-breed children which are now adults. Some of the most beautiful women in the world are half-Vietnamese and half-white or black. It’s really a fucking shame that in most cases, the GI Joe was either killed in action, or returned to the USA without a clue, totally unaware that they had knocked up their “Sucky-Fucky-Two Bucky” girlfriends. Of course, I can understand that if they were wearing a “Raincoat” and an “accident” happened, but if not, give me a break, they knew what they were doing, and chances are they knew their little bạn gái or “boom-boom girl” was pregnant before shipping out for the states as a REFRAD. If you were a GI Joe versus an officer, you brought home a hell of a lot more Venereal Disease ) VD). Almost forgot about the food. Sushi (Japanese) and Kare-Kare (Filipino).

                                                       

                                                       

                                                       

                                                      Both Gulf Wars (some continuing). Very few GI Joes have brought home a War Bride from Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria. Maybe a few from there R & R, wherever that may be. So, I can’t really talk about the cultural cuisine coming here to the USA. I’m sure there have been a few War Brides from the Middle East, so here’s a plate of Middle Eastern food.

                                                       

                                                       

                                                       

                                                       

                                                      A few things in conclusion: It doesn’t matter what race(s), culture(s) or religion(s) you are made of. If you happen to be of a mixed culture, as a gift from some GI Joe, wither you know who your father is or not, LOVE your heritage (both of them). Be PROUD of your ancestry (both of them). For all the still living GI Joes, wither you know your child, or have never had contact with your child or (children in some cases), LOVE them. Think about them. I happen to LOVE sushi.

                                                      Postscript: Amazing how I can be inspired from a simple thing like having dinner at my local Chinese Buffet.

                                                      Postscript2: Quick Quiz. Can you guess which Era I;m from? Which war? First person to “comment” back with the correct answer gets to smoke a bowl with me sometime.

                                                      Peace & Abide,

                                                      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

                                                       

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                                                        The Big Red Dragon drops a Preemptive TURD

                                                        Prelude: The following came to me last night almost like a “Vision” (or it could have been the “Strain” I was smoking last night)

                                                        First fun fact. The country that the good old US of A owes the most money to, i.e., debt owed? CHINA. I will explain this as it relates to the Rothschild Family (and Central Banking System), the Middle East, more specifically the area some call Israel, and most call Palestine. You can take this as crazy talk, opinion (mine), or a prophecy. The world will survive what I am about to describe, but I estimate that only 15% of the world population will survive.

                                                        If you look at the list of three countries not controlled by the Rothschild Family (the World Bank), it’s currently North Korea, Cuba, and Iran. Some would think that Russia and China would be on the short list with Iran. Well, even though both countries are on the vast list of countries that do have Rothschild’s Central banking, China and Russia are on opposite poles, if you will, as far as the degree of control by the Rothschild Family.

                                                        Question: Is Bezos really the richest man on the planet? Amazon is a great marketplace to buy everything from soup to nuts, but the Bezos success and money is a necessary evil for the RF, and a drop in the bucket. He still counts his money in Billions, not Trillions. Many believe the rumor that Putin is the richest “Single Person, NOT Family” person in the world. I believe this to be true. But guess what, Putin’s wealth is a drop in the bucket also, compared to the wealth of the Rothschilds “Family”.

                                                        What does this tell you? It tells ME that although Putin is 180 degrees from the USA’s goals (which include the support of the zionist israel), Putin is getting his money from the Rothschilds Family. Why? I’ll just call them RF from here on, RF has always backed both sides, when in the long-term RF still wins in the end. Even though Russia’s policies in the Middle East, and who they are supporting, are 180 degrees from the USA Coalition, which has been shrinking in size, not growing, Putin is doing EXACTLY what the RF has been telling him to do for a long time now.

                                                        If Russia were to be told to support whatever the USA Coalition wants, as an example, supporting Zionist Israel, there would not be two sides, there would be one, i.e., the RF can’t make any money from PEACE, they only make money if there are two opposing sides, either at war, or at least the constant threat of war. There would be no “Nuclear Arms Race” between Russia & the good old US of A, and without THAT, no proliferation of Nuclear Weapons. What that means to people with a lack of math skills, is that no one would have Weapons of Mass Destruction today. Get it? You can’t make a handful of individuals and families ANY money with PEACE.

                                                        So, getting to the other side of the coin, China, although they are on the list of countries that have Rothschild’s Central Banking, it’s not like Russia, where you could give the leader let’s say, five billion dollars as long as he poses to be an opposite form the USA and all other (small list) countries that do whatever the fuck the RF want, which includes supporting the zionist state of Israel (not caps on purpose) dick that’s been UP our asses for quite a while now. The only other choice that Putin has, is all of a sudden, “Paper, Paper, read all about it, Putin dies of a massive stroke at his summer residence. Putin was discovered this morning in his swimming pool, and according to the official Russian News Release, had a massive stroke”. All of Russia is in mourning as they hear the news. Some called it Putin’s Palace, officially it was called the Palace on the Idokopas Cape. Vladimir’s lovely summer home is on the Baltic Sea near the village of Praskoveevka”.

                                                        He would be replaced immediately by another puppet if he didn’t do exactly what the RF wants him to do, and you can bet your bottom dollar that the RF would not have any difficulty in replacing him. So, what choice does Putin have? It’s all been “Smoke & Mirrors” folks, going back to, I believe, the assassination of JFK, (who was planning to eliminate the Federal Reserve). Here’s a trivia type question: How long do you think Trump would last if he signed an Executive Order eliminating 100% of the aid (cash hand-outs, weaponry and assistance) to israel? Here’s another “News Flash”, “Trumps motorcade has just been attacked, while on their way to Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida. Preliminary information is that terrorists yelling SAVE IRAN! DEATH TO THE WARMONGERS! (in Persian) were responsible for the attack. We don’t know any other details at this time, or if President Trump is safe. We just received word that the President’s Limousine has exploded into a ball of fire. Stay tuned. We now are getting information as it happens from our reporter on the ground in Palm Beach”.

                                                        Of course, it’s just imaginary scenarios that I just described, and it also could be just the right “False Flag” that the RF orders. :News now reports that President Trump did not survive the attack (toasted Cheetos)”. Vice President Pence, a christian zionist is sworn in as President and immediately declares war on Iran. Just a week prior to the attack, the Trump administration designated Iran’s Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps as a foreign terrorist organization to escalate the American pressure campaign against Tehran.

                                                        We all know now for sure that 9-11 was also a False Flag operation planned and executed by the Mossad and the CIA ordered by the RF. Now, think of this for a moment. Scenario: The USA led Coalition is days away from wiping Iran off the map. China refuses to join the coalition. The RF have already replaced Putin, the USA and its coalition have their heads up the zionists ass so far, they can’t see any light.

                                                        Here’s the Big Red Dragon’s Turd. China in a preemptive strike, launches the first volley of Nuclear Missiles. They have basically told the RF to go fuck themselves regarding Iran, whom China has always supported, and decides that the RF and everyone under them needs to be stopped. Minutes after the Chinese have launched, from their Nuclear Submarines in position all over the globe, the USA Coalition countries that have Nuclear weapons launch against China. China has targeted the major population and technology centers in the good old US of A, Europe, and the Middle East. They purposely have NOT targeted Russia, since Russia has not joined in on the planned attack on Iran.

                                                        Technology being what it is today, and due to the fact that the USA had previously allowed any Tom, Dick, or Harry, i.e., CHINA, to invest in the United States, (google the shit that China owns here in the USA), things like major parts of our power grid (owned by China) are shut down by the Chinese at the same time that they are launching their preemptive strike. If you were the Chinese, and had just told the RF to go fuck off, and you saw the hand-writing on the wall regarding Iran, israel and the whole Middle East, what would you do?

                                                        Here’s another fun fact for you: Why China Is America’s Biggest Banker. The U.S. debt to China is $1.12 trillion as of December 2018. That’s 28 percent of the $3.9 trillion in Treasury bills, notes, and bonds held by foreign countries. The rest of the $22 trillion national debt is owned by either the American people or by the U.S. government itself. Feb 25, 2019 from money/cnn.com Sure, China is part of the World Bank, but they are NOT fully controlled by the zionists, therefore NOT controlled totally by the RF. In fact, there is very little control over China, it’s leadership, and the 476 Chinese Billionaires, (USA has 585).

                                                        Think about this. The growth of China, economically, has been on a curve upward for the past 40 years, and in many instances, their technology and abilities have surpassed the Good Old USA and global partners.

                                                        Many of the Missiles launched by the USA led coalition, aimed now at China, are destroyed in mid-flight by China’s space-based weapons platforms, which were a tightly guarded secret up until this nuclear scenario. Of course, the USA, Great Britain, Germany, and France have similar capabilities. Although many missiles never reach their intended targets, cities like Washington DC, Houston, Los Angeles, Seattle, Newport News, in the USA, London, Paris, Tel Aviv, Tehran, Rome, Berlin, Moscow, Beijing, Shanghai, Tianjin, and several other strategic targets are vaporized. A vast portion of the Middle East is now part of the Mediterranean Sea.

                                                        This war, if you will, only lasts three days. When all the smoke clears, what is left are remote areas, as an example in parts of the Northern Mid-West like Montana, North Dakota, Minnesota, Idaho, and Canada. I know it get’s cold in the winter there, just wait and see how fucking cold it is going to be during the Nuclear Winter in the months and years after this three-day Nuclear catastrophe. All communication systems and platforms throughout the world are shut down, and since most countries populations are centered in and around the major target areas, 85% of our species is killed off in the largest single mass de-population event in the history of mankind. Henry Kissinger is laughing in his grave.

                                                        The hopes and vision of the RF and the zionists for taking over the world someday are shattered, what’s left, the 15% of us, will start over in what I call the New Age Order. We have had, prior to this Nuclear cleansing of our planet, time to prepare. Those of us that saw the light years ago, moved away from the cities I mentioned, (got out of Dodge) and prepared ourselves for the inevitable.

                                                        Recently, someone said, “The greatest threat to the world? It isn’t North Korea, Russia or China, it’s zionist israel”. Guess what, the Chinese figured that one out a long time ago. The REAL threat is CHINA.

                                                        DO your own research or not, the facts are there to support many scenarios. I have given you my opinion and imaginary picture of what I believe is coming. Along with the make-believe, I have also presented facts that support my beliefs. Do your own research.

                                                        This posting is going to remain unfinished, as I am sure that I will be adding to it and editing grammatical errors and such in the near future. Please feel free to post your comments as well, as add some to this post as well. Negative and positive comments, will be added to this post on my website and a few other platforms.

                                                        P. S. I purposely used an image, screen-shot, of the Amazon website. One may ask the question, “What happened to people like Bezos”……My answer? “From Dust to Dust, Ashes to Ashes”. No more Internet, no more Amazon, and no more Bezos.

                                                        P. S. 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.

                                                        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

                                                        For my faithful readers that are aware that I’m finally working on “The Dead Armadillo” story, like say, a Producer, or a Director, or a Screenwriter or someone or a company that desires to option my novel, you can contact me at any time, night or day. If you are a one of those faithful readers that wish to read and follow my progress as I work on this novel, I will be posting updates as a PDF file on every new post on this website/blog. Here’s the latest of “The Dead Armadillo”

                                                        TheDeadArmadilloManuscript101019

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

                                                        https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/thedeadarmadillo/the-dead-armadillo

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

                                                        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                        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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                                                          Help!!!! I’m Drownnnnnnning!!!

                                                           

                                                          Brain & Eye, working together

                                                          I ripped this Meme off of farcecrap tonight and I’m posting the “Comment” I wrote to the original poster person……..Thought it was funny, the Meme and my comment.

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                                                          LMAO because at very first glance, enhanced by some really good cannabis, you are focused on the dude first, to see who the lucky fucker was to get a babe to give him :mouth-to-mouth” resuscitation, and less than a fly-fart later as you are still reading and get to…”the girl on the right”, the “it’s” right before it isn’t even recognized UNTIL you SEE the babe on the right, trying to suck the life out of him while the first babe is trying to blow life saving air IN to him. Hahahahahahahahahaha P. S. Isn’t it interesting how the Brain & the Eye work together? In my case, my eye caught the babe on the left first, nano-second later, the dude, nano-second later as my Brain was analyzing the words, “the girl on the right” and I realized there were TWO babes in the picture.

                                                           

                                                          Strain: HELPIMDROWNING, harvested April 2nd, 2019

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