Hugh Hefner’s Bathrobe

After the christening of THE UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET, (you know, my 3,678-foot super-yacht with Drone Launcher, Torpedo Tubes, Sushi Bar, Bowling Alley, Craft Beer Brewery and Wine Cellar) I had a small private party the day before the public viewing event with all the media showing up and such.

When I say private, it was about thirty friends and family, mostly friends.

When the deckhands (former MMA Fighters) lowered the main elevators to dock level, the first to arrive to greet me was my two kids, my grandson, and my son-in-law, my ex-wife and mother of our two children, and three of my closest friends.

I had just been in my rear deck “Olympic-Sized” swimming pool, so, I had on my Hugh Hefner Luxurious Bath Robe, you know, the kind that five-star hotels give to each guest that stays in the Presidential Suite. No, you can’t find them on Amazon. And no, I’m not going to advertise the particular hotel in NYC.

Anyway, there I was greeting the first to board in my bathrobe that once belonged to Hugh Hefner. Everyone else was all tuxedoed out. My daughter was wearing a great Giorgio Armani dress.

Everyone was carrying or towing a suitcase for the three day cruise off the Southern California coast.

First half hour in the rear-deck pool was with my three closest friends and my family.

Oh yeah, almost forgot, this is all about my Hugh Hefner Bath Robe.

My baby brother Andy said, “I LOVE that bathrobe of yours. It’s mine when you die, hahahaha”.

Right after my brother said that, my close friend and Yacht Architect Woody whispered something in Andy’s ear, and I couldn’t quite hear what he said.

As the seven of us were enjoying our time in the pool, drinking my Ensenada Sunrise cocktail that I invented, sun bathing, etcetera, it  sure was nice to reflect on my bizarre yet average life I’ve lived so far. Nice for me, and nice for my guests.

From picking cotton in Mississippi to the success I’ve reached and enjoyed.

Of course, all seven of my dearest had heard my stories hundreds of times before. Hahahaha!

Even twenty years ago at my beach pad, either Tommy or Tara would say whenever we were on my patio having a party, “Dad. Come on. We’ve heard this one a thousand times“.

I don’t blame the kids. They’ve been exposed to my schtick all their lives. My friends? A few years.

I guess you might say that with longevity in life comes a little or a lot of wisdom, depending on the circumstances and subject matter. Sometimes no wisdom at all. It’s up to the individual listener to make that assessment, not me.

Back to my one-of-a-kind Presidential Suite Hugh Hefner Bathrobe. My brother would have been in on it but he wasn’t at the gathering of close friends when they all chipped in to purchase my famous robe from a museum in New York City.

He DID chip in $50,000 towards the $385,000 price tag however. Everyone else knew the secret about the robe.

Just before the rest of my friends were allowed to come on board, us five dudes were sitting in the main jacuzzi hitting on the poolside Hookah. The girls were in the gymnasium.

I asked my brother what Woody had whispered in his ear earlier when he had swooned on my robe. Today was the first day that I actually wore it.

He looked at Woody, looked at me and broke out laughing so hard I thought he was going to have a stroke. Woody whispered two words, “Cum Stains”.

He says, “Everyone else knew. There’s a LOT more to Hefner’s robe than one would imagine”. I said, “Tell us Woody, I’m anxious to hear all about it”.

Woody: “Hugh had quite a night one night, and that robe you’ve been wearing has no less than six events documented chemically, you know, that CSI-Miami shit”. There WAS full disclosure on your robe.

Woody continued. “Number One: Of course, lipstick on the collar. All different sizes of lips and different colors/shades.

Number Two: The brown strip of stain where the ass would be in the robe. Looks like SOMEONE had the shits.

Number Three: Cum stains. Only the stains were on the back of the robe about butt height. And this WAS Hugh Hefner’s robe.

Number Four: All the evidence splashed on the front of the robe that can now only be detected by UV light. Even after a thorough dry cleaning”.

It looked brand new when they all had presented it to me at last night’s party at Spagos. We all laughed. Andrew still admires my robe.

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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    Isn’t “Technology” wonderful? (trainers give race horses a lot of water just before a race)

    My trip was well-planned. I had two places that I needed to visit as soon as I crossed the border, AAA and a Verizon store. AAA to get my 2021 sticker for my rear license plate as I had already gone online and paid the renewal fee for 2021. My Verizon visit was to re-insert my original SIM Card with my original cell phone number, a number that I’ve had for over twenty years.

    Three months, ago I had removed my old SIM Card and replaced it with a Mexican “Telcel” card, with a Mexican phone number because of cell area coverage issues that I was having with Verizon.

    Great advanced planning. Thanks to technology, I had “Google-Mapped” my entire route. Starting point from my home in Playa La Mision in Mexico, first to AAA. Then to Verizon, then on to Laughlin. Easy right? I had estimated that because of the Covid-19 bullshit, that each of the two stops would perhaps take an hour or so.

    Imagine if you will, my Google-Map directions in a sweet female voice DID get me to AAA, my first stop. Then, because I DID still have that Mexican Telcel SIM Card still in my phone, as soon as I was ready to leave AAA (because there was a two-hour wait for anything DMV related), my cell coverage was ZERO, i.e., my phone was dead and as “Useless as Wings on a Penis”.

    I was in Chula Vista, so lost, I didn’t know North from South, East from West. How in the frick was I going to find the Verizon store without the Google-Map and directions since my phone was dead? For those nerdy techy folks, yes, I know how to remove a SIM card and replace it. The “technical” issue was that I had requested that Verizon suspend my account temporarily while I was in Mexico with that Mexican Telcel SIM Card in my phone, and I HAD to go to a Verizon store to reactivate my account.

    Fortunately, while still in the parking lot at AAA, I asked someone if they knew how to get to the Verizon store. This was the third person that I had asked, the first two had no clue. The third person gave me easy directions to the Verizon store that I had Google-Mapped. It was only a few miles away.

    Easy, right? Wrong. I get to the location for the Verizon store and it was no longer there, hahahahaha. I drove through a few large strip-malls in the area, searching for a store that no longer existed.

    Okay. So this time, outside a Starbucks that refused to allow me to use their restroom, the first person that I spoke with gave me directions that she had “Google-Mapped” on HER cell phone. I finally do get to the Verizon store that WAS still there and took care of biz. By this time I have to pee like a race horse after a race. Shelton had already urinated, twice.

    The Verizon customer service person had to get me a new SIM Card, and while turning my service back on, and downgrading my “Plan” that I had requested, there was a slight glitch in getting my cell-phone totally switched back on. Sort of like waking up the dead?

    The issue? When I had spoken to Verizon’s customer service agent on the phone three months earlier to “Suspend” my account, i.e., put my account to sleep, I DID NOT tell that improperly trained “Customer Service Representative” in some “Call Center” in the Philippines or India with crappy English to begin with, that my cell phone had been stolen. So, in trying to re-activate my phone, the Verizon system would not activate my phone as it appeared to be, a stolen phone (because that’s what this twit in the call center had done, she checked the box marked “Stolen”).

    Thankfully, THIS Verizon store representative in Chula Vista knew what he was doing and by experimenting a little, solved the issue (after telling me that only a “Call” to Verizon’s “Customer Service” would fix the problem).

    That part of my road-trip (in Chula Vista) took three and a half hours. My wait at the border crossing was just under three hours (I had thought that early morning on a Thursday would be much quicker). I arrived at my hotel in Laughlin, Nevada at 8:30 PM. That’s 13 frickin’ hours, door to door for a trip that should have been seven hours with the two planned stops. Oh, and I DID pee like a racehorse right after winning the Kentucky Derby as soon as I left Verizon yesterday.

    No moral of the story. Just remember that when crossing back into the United States, that your cell phone with a Mexican SIM Card will not work. It will be dead and “Useless as Wings on a Penis. The photo “Post Card” was a pic that I took this morning from my hotel balcony.

    I hope you enjoyed my little story. Thanks for reading it.

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

    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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      2,500-pound Bull versus Doggie Poop?

      Okay, I admit, and I’m proud to say, that I’m the “Official” Dog-Poop-Picker-Upper-Dude where I’m currently living, long story. Kind of a “George Carlin-ish, Saturday Night Live Skit” inspired by a little Cannabis, that could be a short video or animated cartoon. It’s about dog-poop, so if you’re a little squeamish or easily get offended by words like “Poop” “Crap” or “Shit”. This story is really not for you so don’t read any further.

      Where I have been living for almost eight months here in beautiful Baja, Mexico, is normally home for three dogs, Dagwood, Louie, and Shelton….and sometimes more dogs, depending on whether there are Airbnb guests staying in the other two Casas that Arthur and Molly own.

      When I first began babysitting my wonderful friend and companion Shelton, a West Highland Terrier, Arthur mentioned that HIS two dogs, Dagwood and Louie, were trained to go through a little opening in the fence between the main property to the backyard of the one-bedroom house next door to go poop/pee.

      Before I began baby-sitting, Shelton was familiar with that back yard next door, and did his “business” there, because that’s where he lived, with Annie. The only confusing thing for Shelton when I DID start to take care of him was the little cut-away section of the fence was an unknown factor to him. Sure, Louie and Dagwood knew and used that hole in the fence whenever THEY needed to take a crap or pee, but Shelton had no clue, since he now was staying with me in my Casita. I KNOW that Shelton has pooped on the patio in the past, and he still does, rarely, and I pick it up of course.

      Let’s introduce a few cats, and by all that is holy, those cats strictly use their cat boxes 100% of the time, so, it CAN’T be THEIR poop that is left in the front patio area of the main house, where my Casita also was located (a shared the patio). Plus, having had cats before, I kind of know the difference between cat shit and dog shit, you think?

      I resisted for a few months, never really understanding the real issue at hand, and what I needed to do. I did pick up cat shit that was pretending to be Shelton’s shit, and eventually gave in to the idea that it was ALWAYS Shelton’s shit that I was picking up.

      Over the months that ensued and as Shelton and I became permanent buddies, I began to train him to go potty outside of the property, in a few specific areas, like behind my car, or down the road in a particular spot off to the side that he seemed to get used to.

      Training, as in verbally praising him with a consistent, repeated “Shelton went Poo-Poo! Good boy, Shelton went Poo-Poo!!” and then following up with a “treat” was/is my Modus Operandi. This pattern of repetitive “Praise and Reward” worked, and it occurred to me that that’s what many parents do when they are potty-training their toddlers. “Good Boy, Tommy went “Poo-Poo”. My reward was a cookie. Not an ordinary cookie though….a Milk-Bone Dog Biscuit. I was teething. In the past six months or so, Shelton has pooped “had an accident” only twice in my Casita. Once when I first started taking care of him while Annie was in the hospital, and once about a month ago when I was not feeling feel and slept all day. 

      Those biscuits were hard as a rock, and all I could do is suck on it and gum it a lot, eventually turning portions of it into a mush I could swallow, which was what my Mother intended or purposed that biscuit to do. “Praise and Reward”, just like with a dog. You can’t do that with cats as they have a mind of their own, and WILL repeatedly go back to their cat box….unless of course they happen to be outside, like say, on a patio, and feel the urge….to shit.

      I went from incredulous denial to full compliance in about four months. Even when there were vacationing dogs on the property, I began to feel like it was my sacrificial duty to pick up everyone’s dog shit. I didn’t always see it in time, so sometimes Arthur would say, “Looks like Shelton went potty on the patio again”, “Oh, I got it Arthur, sorry I just woke up, I’ll pick it right up as soon as I put my slippers on”.

      Which leads me to the satirical/comical part. Earlier tonight when I was sitting on Michelle’s and Cameron’s patio next door, as I was sharing my dog-poop story with them, I thought of a funny twist to the monologue (think Carlin here). I envisioned a 2,500-pound Bull breaking through both the wrought-iron gate and the secondary wooden doors at three in the morning. Rampaging around the patio area for a while, this huge bull finally took a huge crap, and then left the property the same way he came in.

      Then I also envisioned waking up later that morning, opening my door to take Shelton for a “Walk”, seeing Arthur up on the Bodega deck, stretching, looking down, “Good morning Tom”. I know he’s staring at this huge pile of “Bullshit” that is there right in front of me in the center of the patio, and as I begin scooping it up with a snow shovel I say, “Got it Arthur. It could not have been Dagwood, Louie, the cats, or the other five dogs on the property. It must have been Shelton”. In my mind, I’m thinking, “BULLSHIT”.

      It’s funny. How we condition ourselves. I had resigned myself to no longer make it an issue when I was told, “Can’t be Dagwood or Louie, they’re trained to go next door”, or, “Can’t be the cats, they ALWAYS use their Cat Boxes”. Having been raised on a farm in the Midwest, I do know the difference between Cat Shit, Dog Shit, Cow Shit, Duck Shit, Racoon Shit, Chicken Shit, Squirrel Shit, AND Bear Shit, and I obviously recognize dog shit that’s totally different than Shelton’s.

      And as far as the visiting dogs five times as big as Shelton, I have picked up a few turds that had these chunks of what could have been whole kernels of corn mixed in with the regular dog shit. Nothing in what I feed Shelton even comes close to that, just saying.

      I want to make it clear that I’m NOT complaining. Arthur and Molly are very sweet, kind-hearted, generous people, and I love them for that, and also for the opportunity that I have had to get to know them. So, what I have written is true and partly satirical. I just get a kick out of what comes out of my brain sometimes when I’m writing under the influence of Cannabis.

      P. S. Another one of Arthur and Molly’s cats has died, leaving one left. I AM truly sad for them as I know they loved their cats (the two who have passed) as much as they love Dagwood and Louie.

      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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        “Let’s go together to get our Butt-Hair Waxed”

        This is either an example of “Controlled Opposition” or unbelievable stupidity and utter lack of common sense by two dudes that I love to listen to whenever they get together (really entertaining as far as I’m concerned). The following is my “Comment” that I made on the YouTube video of this particular JRE Podcast, which STILL was very funny and entertaining as they both slowly get stoned/drunk during this marathon 5 Hour, 19 Minute and 38 Second show. I have posted the link to the podcast for those of you who have never heard of, or listened to these two dudes before. I recommend watching this show in several pieces, as I have.

        To Joe and Duncan, who I KNOW will never read this: I absolutely love watching and listening to both of you, and with all respect for your own personal beliefs and philosophies, I have said this numerous times before in other comment strings, as soon as the subject of 9-11 is even remotely touched upon, you BOTH prove to me (and I’m sure to many of your “Awake” fans), that you MUST be getting some sort of remuneration of some kind to NOT acknowledge the truth about 9-11 and the government’s role in deliberately and publicly initiating and supporting a deliberate cover-up. Plus, you both deliberately make statements/comments during your brief 9-11 conversation that also indicates that perhaps you BOTH are being paid to be SHILLS in making comments that can only be described as CONTROLLED OPPOSITION. I love the entertainment value of your discussions on JRE, But, and it’s a BIG BUT, I DO feel obligated to say what I have just said, even though neither one of you will ever read my “Comment”, let alone respond to it. I love the entertainment, but I also feel sad AND very disappointed in BOTH of you. If you DO happen to read this, I have one simple request that will rescue you from your lies (pretending that it was a bunch of terrorists with fucking box-cutters who were responsible)…..and that is have a joint podcast/show with several guests that ARE “Awake” and DO know the TRUTH about who was responsible for the planning and execution of the greatest FALSE-FLAG OPERATION in human history. Stick THAT in your fucking bong and smoke it!! I patiently await your non-response.

        P. S. I posted this because as public figures / Entertainers with a massive following, Joe and Duncan should be held accountable for either their deliberate lies or their astounding stupidity.

        P. S. S. Yes, it is very funny and entertaining to watch two dudes slowly get stoned/drunk as they discuss everything from “The cost of tea in China”, to, “Going together to get their butt-hole hair waxed”, and everything in between.

        P. S. S. Joe says to Duncan, “After our butt-holes are “waxed”, let’s shove some DMT up our ass!”

         

         

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          Fingerprints and Assholes, no two are the same

          Opinions are like assholes, just like fingerprints, no two assholes are the same, just as everyone is allowed to have their own opinion. Just don’t be an asshole when sharing your opinion with me

          The “Heart” of a person speaks louder than his words, written or spoken….

          There’s a dude on farcecrap that I WAS “Friends” with for several months, someone that I had a private chat with once, that is a superb, gifted, writer. He absolutely has a command of the English language, and he has a wonderful narrative/oratorical writing style. I have always enjoyed reading his posts, and the tons of “comments” that he always gets back. He gets these tons of responses back on his posts because he has a ka-jillion “Followers”. His main topic is ALWAYS Anti-Trump, which I enjoy because I don’t particularly like Trump either.

          His writing/ranting is hilarious 99% of the time, and fun to read, and sooo way out there with his hatred of Trump that I’m surprised that the Secret Service or the FBI hasn’t knocked on his door yet. Then a few times, I had “commented” with a different opinion/view of a particular political direction he was going with his strong Anti-Bernie stance, and he “Un-Friended” me.

          He unfriended me NOT because I called him a “douche-bag illiterate prick”, or “Illegitimate child of a Swamp Rat”, or any other demeaning and childish names that he normally calls people that oppose his views/opinions, he unfriended me, more than likely, because he doesn’t want to see/hear my opposing comments, and/or he doesn’t want his zillions of followers to read my comments, even if my comments potentially could have made a lot of sense to many of his followers.

          For the longest time I have had a suspicion that he was either a Zebraist-Jew or a Non-Jewish Zebraist supporter. I only felt my suspicions after watching a few of his personal videos on his page showing him in a synagogue for whatever, a funeral, or Bar-Mitzva or something, and another video in his living room with a female friend/associate (roommate?) saying, “Molsotov”, sounds Jewish to me.

          Now, I must add here, there is nothing wrong in being a believer in the Judaic religion minus the really fucked up bullshit they call the “Talmud”.  If you are a follower of the Talmud, you are one evil mother-fucker, and if you ALSO are a hard-core zebraist, that’s even worse. So, the bottom line is, he has every right to “Friend” or “Un-Friend” whomever he wants, I really don’t care that he unfriended me, I just don’t get his posts (which I enjoyed) on my newsfeed anymore. In fact, I don’t care one teeny-tiny bit that I was “Dumped” because I happened to comment in a manner that was displeasing to him, IF that WAS the case. The only thing I really miss more than his great oratorical writing, is seeing how many of his friends and followers were responding with Pro-Zebraist comments to his posts, because I loved responding to THEIR asinine comments.

          Which brings me to the title of my post…..The “Heart” of a person always speaks louder than their words, written or spoken….This dude, as brilliant as he thinks he is (and I think he’s brilliant as well), is either a Zebraist-Lover because I know from his own words, that he is not Jewish and that he was raised in an other-than-Judaic religion, and that he does support the dementia-rattled asswipe Joe Biden (Biden has publicly proclaimed his Pro-Zebraist position)……Or this dude is a complete idiot lacking common sense in spite of his obvious intelligence and wonderfully skillful writing ability.

          People with closed minds generally have a heart that is less giving, and less FORgiving, and their actions speak louder than their gift of speech, written or oral. The only time that I have “Unfriended” someone was when their comments were directed at/to me in a vile and disgusting manner. Bam! Don’t let the door hit you in the ass when you leave.

          I never unfriend someone just for sharing an opposing viewpoint to one of my posts when they have done so in an adult manner. I wouldn’t mind it a bit if Thomas Clay Jr. sees this post of mine, so those of you that are my friends, and also are friends with this wonderfullofhimself writer, sorry, Freudian slip there, please feel free to share this post with him. His “Heart” speaks louder than his words, and although he normally is brutal with his penmanship when refuting someone’s opposing comments most of the time, he has never said one thing to me in response to my many comments, either on his posts, or in response to someone else’s comment on his post, and quite frankly, it’s not the kind of heart that I particularly care for.

          I always say to my friends that MIGHT offer a different take on my posts, “It’s ok, we can, as gentlemen, agree to disagree” works well for me. When someone is obnoxious in a rude fashion, I usually do one of two things. Completely ignore the person and not respond at all and “Delete” them if they happen to be on my “Friends List”, and/or I respond with a Meme, like “Sometimes sharing Common Sense with a Sheeple is like giving a dead man a Flu Shot”, or another favorite Meme of mine that I sometimes use is, “Death or Stupidity, only your friends know if you suffer from either affliction”…..then I unfriend them because of their childish, immature vitriol.

          Our actions speak louder and reveals much more of our true character/nature than a mountain of words (written or spoken). Many of us have become accustomed to using social media platforms such as farcecrap to share our voices, our messages, as if we were in a Town Hall Meeting, communicating with others about a given subject.

          Being the nature of the beast, I try my best to be open to hearing the differing views from other people, and honest and polite as I can be with my own “Words” (I know I do fall short of that goal once in a wile). We all need to remind ourselves that it is what it is, a social media platform for sharing our thoughts, our ideas, our responses, to a myriad of different subjects from politics to you name it. If we can do so without raising our blood pressure, or someone else’s blood pressure, it’s a Win/Win situation.

          As far as Thomas Clay Jr. “Unfriending” me? Check out his writing, it’s an awesome gift that he has, and his postings are sometimes brilliantly brutal in his attacks on what he perceives to be, his enemy, and especially his rantings on Frump. So if you abhor Frump, please check out Thomas Clay Jr’s farcecrap page. Personally, I will not miss his writing now that he has revealed his true heart. Sayonara, don’t let the door hit you in the ass.

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            “Hey ASSHOLE, why don’t you pass that fucking joint, you FUCKING BOGART”!

            Tourette (too-RET) syndrome is a disorder that involves repetitive movements or unwanted sounds (tics) that can’t be easily controlled. For instance, you might repeatedly blink your eyes, shrug your shoulders or blurt out unusual sounds or offensive words.

            I could really tell at what point in the podcast, that Adam Curry’s general persona, facial expressions, etcetera, began to change, AFTER they both had partaken of the ganja.  Good thing, the change that I saw. First, Adam seemed much more relaxed or at ease than he was in the first hour, perhaps because this was his first appearance on the JOE ROGAN EXPERIENCE, so he may have been a little nervous, (“Oh my GOD! I’m on the fucking Joe fucking Rogan podcast!!!!”), and that may have contributed to the facial tics, however slight they were, but still so strong compared to the change later in the podcast when the tics have, for the most part, disappeared, (which I will describe in a bit.

            In the beginning of the podcast, Joe was not nervous, but apprehensive because he was face-to-face with “The Pod-Father himself!” (the dude that had the internet’s very first podcast). Then as the discussion went on, Joe loosened up and was back to his normal self. It was funny to watch HIM change after a little ganja.

            Now, secondly, Adam’s facial tics, even as slight as they were, (or at least how I perceived them, cause I am stoned right now). So, you can see right before your very eyes, the positive/therapeutic/medicinal effect that Cannabis has on our bodies. Adam’s facial tics had almost disappeared entirely (or that’s just my perception because I AM stoned right now). I vote for the changes in Adam’s persona were due to the fact that he had, by that point, smoked two joints and had a few puffs on that blunt. Great podcast by the way.

            Funniest part was at two hours, ten minutes and forty-seven seconds in, a “Scene” that I have titled, “Fuck, it’s smoky in here all of a sudden!”. The fun part is seeing the slight change in Joe’s persona, as I could see him go from slightly aggravated, to aggravated, to pissed off just a little, from that HUGE puff of smoke from that blunt blown in his face by Adam Curry was similar to that famous clip of Willy Nelson in his bus, being questioned by that talk-show dude (Jimmy Kimmel), where at the end, Willy just lets out 7 and a half lungs worth of, full of, smoke, hahahaha. Joe, I don’t blame you at all, any normal human being would have reacted in that manner. Oh, and Adam? Not a very cool thing to do, on purpose, straight into Joe’s face! Now, that was fucking stupid, and a good indication that you are reacting to a strain that has turned you into a prick. I’m sure that you are a nice dude on other strains. Maybe you should ask your new wife what strains are safe for you, i.e., what strains DON’T turn you into a PRICK when she’s around, she would know, right? I would recommend staying away from that strain that you have been smoking there on Joe’s show as much as humanly possible.

            Here’s another funny micro-second at two hours, thirty-six minutes and seventeen seconds in, I could read Joe’s mind as he was thinking,“Hey ASSHOLE, why don’t you pass that fucking joint, you fucking Bogart”!  The double-take on Joe’s part nails it.

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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,

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              I wonder just how old that dog turd really is?

              It’s now 12:30 AM on Thursday, and I started getting creative yesterday morning around 4:00 AM, and I’m still going like one of those bunny rabbit batteries. No NAP for a change! I spent a lot of time re-doing many of my various “Group” and “Page” Cover Images, and last night I decided to watch the debate, and I’m glad that I did. The following is my “Take” on what went down.

              With an All-Star Cast of grown-ups acting like they were six-year-olds in a sand-box, all fighting over a….

              The Democratic Debate in Las Vegas, Nevada at the Paris Theatre and Concert Hall, the same venue used for the “America’s Got Talent” show, which made me chuckle because it’s like a oxymoron, (living death is an example of oxymoron).

              I like to break it down further just by separating the two words – “Oxy”, and “Moron”. I suppose the excuse could be made that they are all morons because they were deprived of oxygen while they were still in their mother’s womb because she was snorting so much cocaine that it fucked up her system, thus depriving Joseph R. Biden Jr., Michael R. Bloomberg, Pete Buttigieg,  Amy Klobucha, Bernie Sanders, and Elizabeth Warren of oxygen, which effected their ability to understand what “Common Sense” was.

              Yes folks, having a ton of money, prestige, high political office, the ability to cheat your employees out of having a normal life by paying sub-standard wages, does not necessarily or automatically give you “Common Fucking Sense”.

              It doesn’t take “Common Sense” to be a ruthless asshole.The performers on stage tonight are certainly not getting the old “hold my lit lighter in the air” thing from me.

              So here we go, it’s Wednesday the 19th of February 2020. who likes to gamble? We’re in Las Vegas after all, for this debate that could be a great debate, or another shit-show like they have had in the past

              The moderators are Lester Holt and Chuck Todd of NBC, Hallie Jackson of NBC and MSNBC, Vanessa Hauc of Noticias Telemundo (whose reporting has often focused on climate issues) and Jon Ralston of The Nevada Independent.

              In the “Sand-Box” tonight were the following in alphabetical order:  Joseph R. Biden Jr., Michael R. Bloomberg, Pete Buttigieg, Amy Klobucha, Bernie Sanders, and Elizabeth Warren.

              I still am a little bothered that Tulsi Gabbard was not on the stage. The establishment and the Main Stream Media (MSM) has deliberately ignored her, and in some of the previous debates, they had candidates on stage that no way in Hell, were they as “backed” by the people as Tulsi was, yet, she was not invited, and I’m not even going to discuss the one debate that she WAS invited to, that she boycotted. I say, good for her, well, good for her in that she had the integrity and guts to wave a middle-finger at the media and the Democratic Party assholes. Not good for her that she doesn’t have a fucking chance. The only option for her is if someone, well, specifically Bernie were to actual win the Democratic nomination, she could be a great VP pick if I were in his shoes, certainly and at the very least, considered for Secretary of State, with her experience in war and such.

              Somewhere around 7:21 PM PST, the shitshow started getting ridiculous. It was becoming a fucking sand-box with six six-year-olds fighting over a petrified dog turd.

              The back and forth, back and forth, not even answering the questions they were asked, going off on their memorized talking points from hundreds of speeches, hurtling some really nasty verbal jabs at one another, literally calling each other names, “You fucking Commie!”, “You fucking billionaire asshole!! interrupting each other, first one on one, then another kid enters into the fight making it a three-some, interrupting each other, than a fourth, than a fifth kid, than all six are yelling at each other. I’m glad the internet channel that I was watching on MSNBC had short commercials because I started laughing so hard trying to write this. So, I’m stopping right now to re-load my bong, hahaha.

              Someone must have spoken to all six of those selfish little kids through that ear-plug audio thingy that each one of them are wearing because eight or nine minutes into this tug-o-war with a piece of dog-shit……whomever it was said through their ear-plugs, “Alrighty here kiddies, CUT THIS SHIT OUT!! and get back to answering the fucking questions, OK?” So, it immediately calmed down, as if a parent had walked up to the sand-box and threw a bucket of warm horse piss on all of them.

              The first thing that struck me, (and I had missed the first 30 minutes or so because I had to take a PEETOKEFARTANDASMOKE) was that some of the potentials on the debate stage had what seemed to be rehearsed answers, i.e., for some of them not all, the dudes in the seats of power gave a few people on stage prior to the debate, what the questions would be, every fucking question. So, I ask of you, if you are at all politically inclined enough to care, listen/watch the best freak show in the history of debates going all the way back to Abraham Lincoln.

              For the most part, it was almost as enjoyable as watching an old Jerry Lewis movie. Oh shit, I forgot to make popcorn!  The fact that this was six adults fighting, sometimes viciously, was reason enough for me to first write about it, second to compare them with six six-year-olds fighting over this huge hard as a rock (still nasty) Saint Bernard turd about seven inches long and two inches thick. Okay, it WAS petrified. Funny shit tonight.

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                Pick me!…..Pick Meeeee!

                Well, here I am again, running for POTUS. When I get elected, I’m switching out Air Force One. I’m opting for a Stealth Fighter. I don’t need to carry around a bunch of staff and press people. They can still take Air Force One. Give me the best TOP GUN pilot there is. We will get to our destination every time, safely, very quickly, and before everyone else. Oh, and yes, I already have my own coffee mug, got it from a buddy the last time I flew with him on Air Force One (many years ago, (see pic). Just give me a Dos-XX, and a box of “Sushi to go”, I’ll be a happy camper. Hahahahahaha!

                Let me say, if you think this is absurd! I TOTALLY agree! If you think this is not all that crazy, I TOTALLY agree! If you find grammatical errors? SO FUCKING WHAT? It’s just a story at best, right?

                Write-In your VOTE FOR DR. THOMAS CHARLES SAXE for President of the United States of America on Election Day, Tuesday, November 3, 2020.

                Our species has reached an inglorious stage in our evolution. Mankind has always warred with each other over one thing and another, mostly religion. Worldwide, mankind has managed to reach a point of spending Billions and Billions of dollars every year on the infrastructure of War, what we call the “War Machine”, the “Military/Industrial Complex”. Think about it. The HUGE amount of worldwide spending by ALL countries, on weapons, and use of those weapons by a few Bully Countries, to kill others of our own species.

                Less than 1% of those Billions are spent on humanitarian needs/causes, or any other causes for that matter. Do the math. What does that say to us as a species? We are our own worst enemy. Other animal, plant and ocean species are being killed off by OUR selfishness, and greed, and we are doing a fairly good job at killing off each other as well.

                Think about what our world would be like if we spent those Brillions (a Brillion is a number you use when you’re not quite sure of the real number, and you’re too fucking tired to google it), anyway, Brillions of dollars on humanitarian causes, like feeding the hungry, giving water to the thirsty, giving shelter to those less fortunate, taking proper care of our veterans and our elderly folks, curing diseases, giving the citizens free health-care for all, tuition-free state colleges and universities, building and rebuilding infrastructure, raise the Federal Minimum Wage Guidelines to “Livable” wages. How about Peace?

                If I sort of sound like a Bernie Sanders type to you, I’m OK with that as I agree with much of his platform that he’s running on. Anyway, I hope you get the point.  I believe we CAN overcome ourselves, in spite OF ourselves. We have to start somewhere. Where do we start? Knowledge. Spread the Good Karma. Love one another.

                I am an optimist. I believe that as a species, we are about to face a fork in the road of our evolutionary process. I believe that we will take the right path that leads us to a better world, with no war machines, with no more wars, a better life for all.

                What is our society coming to that we have had to suffer as a people, because of a syphilis-degenerated person like Donald Trump as our POTUS for over three years now. And, the polls are so close on the Democrat side of the gutter, it’s crazy. It’s as crazy as me thinking that people are going to “write” my name in on voting day.

                You don’t have to be a career politician to run this country! You don’t have to be a television star/businessman to run this country either! What you DO have to be is a person with Common Sense and Common Decency (Karma).

                You do have to have “Good” Karma and Common Sense. ANYONE, I repeat ANYONE, with Good Karma and Common Sense can gather together a team of like-minded, (Good Karma) people with the right skills to not only run this country, but to also insure that we can, as a species, help the rest of the world also strive for peace and prosperity for all of mankind.

                 Think about it.

                We all know what “Branding” is. Coca-Cola, Wheaties, Trump. The use of the name “Kleenex”. So, think about politics described as an aircraft, it’s “Left Wing”, “Right Wing”, and both wings are full of gas (shit). I suppose the “Libertarians” are another part of the plane, like the tail-end, the “Green” candidates are like the brakes or whatever. “Redneck Racist Bigots” (and KKK), are another part of the plane, like the toilets (filled with shit). “Black Lives Matter” and ALL groups opposing racial injustice is another section of the plane, like the lighted aisle-ways and overhead storage bins. The average non-prejudiced dudes like myself, we might be the “Fasten Your Seat-belt Signs”…………..

                Many folk believe, (due to decades of the general public’s frustration at the hands of a small band of deceitful, ruthless, and in many cases, ILLEGAL criminals within many levels of our government), that our “System” is no longer a “Two-Party” system (at least the two major political rivals), that it’s a “One-Party” system, that the major elected offices from U.S. Congress and U.S. Senate, right up to and including who becomes the new POTUS are “Selected” NOT “Elected”.

                Many believe that foreign entities have gained major foot-holds, via “Lobbying”, I say “Claw” holds on our government, our legislative processes, our major media outlets, our banking institutions, and our lives, through decades of meticulous and patient methods, some clandestine, and some right out in the open, like AIPAC.

                Folks, more work needs to be done to keep this plane from crashing into the side of some mountain. As a dude who is interested, and concerned about our planet, and the evolution of our species, I hereby ask for your write-in vote on Election Day. I am confident that I can pilot the USA on to a brighter future for us and future generations.

                Wouldn’t it be a hoot if the entire, admittedly bizarre idea of voting for me went viral, and I actually won the election? Be sure and vote, and when you do, just write in THOMAS CHARLES SAXE.

                Let’s talk about Platform & Issues for a moment

                My very first “Executive Order” on my very first day in office will be a “Declaration” that the Formal/Legal name of THAT shit-load of Zionists disguising themselves as real Jewish people, because of them, the official name will be, “THE APARTHEID STATE OF ISRAEL”, when referring to them publicly.

                Call them whatever the fuck you want in private. When found guilty, a person shall pay a fine of up to, but not exceeding $95,000 and receive a 5 to 8-year mandatory period of incarceration in the most violent Federal “Penal” Institutions we have, and it shall be the farthest prison away from their family. Now, there’s an “Oxymoron” for you (for those that have been following my “Comments” on farcecrap), “PENAL” Institution., is that a “Verb” or “Adverb” of the word, “Penis”? Next time you are spending a few days in jail for a DUI or whatever, if there happens to be a career-criminal type in your section awaiting trial for beating a few dudes to death in a bar-room brawl, and his name happens to be “Bubba, Shirley, Tom, Dick or Harry”, ask HIM if he likes it in the “PENIS Institution”. I promise to send flowers to your funeral.

                For those who haven’t grasped onto my “Oxymorons”, here’s what I had to say about “Oxymorons” as a comment on a recent farcecrap “post”: I AM curious to see if the once “Nazi-Owned” automobile manufacturer (VW) (that recently opened up a new factory in Rwanda), is paying their Rwandan employees shit wages, or “Living” wages. “Living” Which is sort of one of those “OxyMORONS”, of course you normally would not employee a “Dead” person (maybe “work” them to death). My guess is that the average employee (slave) is being paid the equivalent of U. S. $1.79 per hour (949.22 Rwandan francs) can someone goggle that for me? “Oxy-Moron”, is like a “Sheeple”, a person that is deprived of “Oxygen” if he lives, he probably is somewhat incapacitated/imbalanced mentally, i.e., a “MORON”. Another name for them would be “Clueless” or “Brain-Dead”, Sheeple.

                Don’t forget to vote, and ask me how you can donate to my campaign. (I’m half-serious by the way). Want REAL CHANGE? Donate $20 and I’ll give you $5 back. Can you help in other ways? Let’s talk about it. At the very least, if you are interested enough, we can talk about the survival of our species.

                Here are a few more parts of my “Platform” if I ever did see a situation that raised me to the highest political office in the world:

                Along with the first Executive Order that I just mentioned, first and foremost, changes have to be made to eliminate the stranglehold that Zionism has had on our country. This is NOT “Anti-Semitism. It’s a known fact that Zionism and Judaism are two very separate things, like Apples and Oranges. There WILL BE a reversal of ideologies in government, business, and religion within the next five years or so. More Christian-Zionists are beginning to wake up, and abandoning their Pro-Zionist positions. Laws will be enacted against Dual-Citizenship with ANY foreign country, for those folks holding public-elected office, starting with Israeli Dual-Citizenship. Just how in the Flying Fuck can an elected politician in the USA swear allegiance to two different countries? Easy answer, it’s called MONEY! Those in Congress that already are dual USA/Israeli citizens will have a simple choice, you will be “Fired. No second-guessing, take your fucking Israeli Passport and your shit and move to Palestine because your days of “Public Service” here in the United States are OVER! In a sister “Bill”, we will seek and successfully legislate “Term-Limits” for ALL “Elected” officials.

                Abandoning “Imperialism”, another wonderful goal and a strong part of my platform. Shutting down military bases, and bringing soldiers home. Spending the dollars that would have been spent on the Military/Industrial Complex on free health-care for all, revamping our educational systems, like providing tuition-free upper education and training for/from non-private colleges and universities, repairing and building new infrastructure. Spending the dollars on more medical research, lowering the cost of prescription pharmaceuticals, more scientific research in areas like alternative energy, there is so much more that can be done just with the dollars that would have been spent on military budgets, wars (Imperialism) and killing people.

                We need to return to the Gold/Silver Standard like JFK attempted to do. We need to shut down the Federal Reserve and eliminate the stranglehold that the Elite/Cabal’s Central Banking System has had on our republic. If I had anything to say about it, I would put JFK on a new, gold-backed $100 bill and Gold Coin.

                Look at the recent proposed changes suggested by Putin for Russia, (that must be voted on by the Russian people), the one that I find to be the most interesting, and something that the U. S. should consider as well, is Putin’s proposal for a Constitutional change  that will require that ALL pending legislation be reviewed by the Russian Supreme Court for constitutional legality BEFORE a President signs it into “Law”.

                Imagine, if our Supreme Court did the same thing here in the USA, and imagine the Hundreds of Millions of Dollars, perhaps Billions,  that this, as a constitutional “law making and approval process”, would save the American tax payers if we did the same thing.

                As our system currently exists, if a piece of legislation is passed by our Congress (House and Senate), and then becomes the “Law of the Land” after a POTUS signs it, when lawsuits are brought against any given Federal Law, millions of dollars are spent in our lower court systems before it even gets to the Supreme Court to adjudicate its constitutional legality, IF they even hear it. Millions of dollars and years of legal battles would be saved.

                Re-vamping, re-structuring certain government functions/roles like the CIA. There will always be some nasty dudes trying to rape and steal a country’s wealth, but I have a perfect way to deal with the occasional tyrant/misfit. Ask me about it.

                Total Separation between ANY religion/cult, and government

                Back to the “Awakening” process. Along with a growing number of Christians “Waking Up”, true followers of the Judaic religion, some on the right, and some on the left, but both far opposite from the Sabbatean-Frankists-Ashkenazi Cult, the fakers that migrated to Palestine from Eastern Europe & Russia, are waking up as well. Well, it’s really not a matter of “Waking Up” since the apartheid ruling-class in Israel have been belligerently right out in the open for decades, right in-your-face with their nasty, selfish, murderous natures.

                Here’s where the front-gate to Hell opens up for the traditional Jewish Zionists and the Christian Zionists, and they all think it’s Heaven’s Gate that is opening up for them. Here’s where I suggest that you take a break from reading this, and watch the video in the following link:

                https://youtu.be/_JyDayMOK-g

                 

                Getting back to our discussion (I hope you enjoyed the video), if you do your own research and just do the math, it will become alarmingly  apparent to you that the Sabbatean-FrankistsAshkenazi Cult  didn’t just disappear, and that they have morphed over time, into the most vile, most evil, and secretive cult on earth. Posing as good Jewish Zionists, this small handful of cultists control the government of the State of Israel, and have a huge amount of control over the U. S. political system, and political systems in other major countries throughout the world. They control International Banking and the Monetary System (Rothschild), the Main Stream Media (MSM), Social Networking Media/Websites, Hollyweird, and all the major entertainment outlets/people.

                Excerpt from Wikipedia: Frankism was a Sabbatean Jewish religious movement of the 18th and 19th centuries, centered on the leadership of the Jewish Messiah claimant Jacob Frank, who lived from 1726 to 1791. Frank rejected religious norms, and said his followers were obligated to transgress as many moral boundaries as possible. At its height it claimed perhaps 500,000 followers, primarily Jews living in Poland and other parts of Eastern Europe.

                Folks, again I ask you, just do the math! They just didn’t all die off and disappear (see the number above). Their goal IS the subject of many different variations of the same conspiracy theories in that they are methodically, and quite patiently, working towards their end goal, which is the enslavement of mankind under a “New World Order / One World Government” system that will have its central seat of power and authority in Israel (Jerusalem to be specific). I happen to believe as Henry Ford believed, that the “Protocols of the Elders of Zion” is a REAL document, that somehow slipped out o the hangs of a drunken Zionist in a Whore House one evening, a long time ago.

                If what I am suggesting here is not some Cannabis-Induced conjecture on my part, not just another variation of an existing “Conspiracy Theory” but is found to be the “Gospel Truth” at some point, or even a good portion of it, just what can we do about it?

                For starters, there already is a massive portion of the “Awakened” folks that KNOW that the shit going on in the world today stinks (we can’t quite put our finger on it yet), but we know that the evil part of Zionism is to blame. I believe they are the Sabbatean-Frankists-Ashkenazi Cult. In addition, there is a very large portion of the Jewish people, mostly younger folks, that are also against the apartheid treatment of the Palestinian people to begin with, and against many of Israel’s other Zionist policies, and they are slowly beginning to educate themselves, becoming “Awakened”, and realizing that much of the shit going on really does stink.

                The only way to combat that handful of (let’s call them) Satanic asswipes, the Sabbatean-Frankists-Ashkenazis,  is to further expose them, to expose their wickedness, and to spread the truth far and wide. The more people that become “Awakened”, the more difficult it will become for these Elite/Cabal/Cultists to carry out their plans.

                 

                As for those that read my essays on a regular basis, this is repetitive, as I say this again. We MUST ORGANIZE, and do so soon, and do so OFF of farcecrap and all other social media owned and controlled by the Elite/Cabal.

                The most ironic part is that most of the various layers of the Elite/Cabal directly under the Sabbatean-Frankists-Ashkenazis are totally clueless themselves, and unknowingly are being used for the Sabbatean-Frankists-Ashkenazi Cult’s end goals. Perhaps even many of the Elite/Cabalists who are not part of the Sabbatean-Frankists-Ashkenazi Cult will be “Awakened” to the truth as well.

                Research the Sabbateans-Frankists-Ashkenazi Cult separately on your own. Bottom-Line? As POTUS, I will NOT allow ANYONE to give me their religious bullshit advice as part of the governance of our country. That includes ALL religions.

                As the truths are being discovered, (and I’m not talking about your Grandma’s secret recipe for Potato Pancakes), people are waking up and realizing that they no longer have to be like mushrooms being fed a ton of bullshit as has been the case for generations. Like the official government stories about major events that in many cases decided the fate of entire countries were outright lies/deceptions fed to the masses LIKE the proverbial bullshit fed to the mushrooms by the MSM.

                One great example is the discovery of overwhelming evidence that the assassination of President Kennedy WAS a covert operation by the “Deep State” and NOT the result of a “Lone Gunman”. The culprits still have not been brought to justice,   some have died of Old Age issues, many may have been “Clintonized”. Another great example that was really known from day one, and touted as just a “Conspiracy Theory” for many years, and has gained real momentum recently because of the research, and widely shared truth regarding 9-11, debunking the government’s “Official” story, again, the culprits have yet to be brought to justice.

                Quoting a much-used line, “Everything has been a Rich Man’s Trick” is the gospel truth. The fact is, every day, more and more people are being “Awakened” to the truth about serious shit that has affected the people all over this planet, and that “Awakening” is also like that “Snow-Ball”, rolling down-hill. Millions of people have died, and Trillions of dollars have been spent on that Military/Industrial Complex based on lies.

                There were no Weapons of Mass Destruction in Iraq, and I believe that the lies and deception, the fabricated stories, began before JFK was assassinated. President Dwight D. Eisenhower publicly warned us about the Military Industrial Complex when it was in its infancy, compared to the monster it has become in the past fifty-nine years since his dire warning in his farewell address to the nation on January 17th, 1961.

                Well, it IS your “Right” to exercise your “Freedom of Speech” in many parts of the world, so you can continue with your posts and comments about “Anti-Vaxxing”, “Pubic Hair Waxing”, “Vegan Deer Hunter”, “My wife’s a Grunter”, or “Round versus Flat-Earth”, “Your Poodle just gave birth”, or “Your Grandmother just knitted you a really ugly sweater”……”Santa Claus IS Real”, “You Once Fucked Shaquille”, “Let’s all MAGA”, or the “Clinton/Epstein Dead or Alive Saga”……or WHATEVER boat you’re floating. Just keep in mind that old saying, that “Money Makes the World go a’round”. It’s the “Money Trail” that you need to aim your flashlight at as our species comes to the “Fork in the Road”.

                Those who have done the research, and are “Awakened” no longer need a flashlight to see the truth. We ARE sharing the truth with you however, and if you will just calm down, even for a second, and really use whatever common sense you MAY have and listen to us, you MIGHT just learn the “Truth”, and what the correct fork in the road is, to continue your journey on this planet.

                We, the “Awakened”, already know which “Fork in the Road” to take when we get to it. We have been holding out our hand to guide you, constantly sharing the truth with you, but we will not drag or force you to follow us once we do come to that “Fork in the Road”. The choice has to be yours, and yours alone. You can only decide for yourself once you have been presented the “Truth”, and accept it.

                Once you discover what makes governments kill and steal, you WILL understand that ALL other pet-peeves, causes, and other curiosities that you spent so much energy on, pale in comparison. Then, and ONLY then will you have the knowledge to defeat the Elite/Cabal, and by knowing, you WILL desire to actually DO something with that knowledge, instead of posting pics of your sister’s boobies.

                The dudes at the very top of the Pyramid have allowed a whole sewer-full, entire “Families”, of “Goy” to participate in the “Game” and they, the “Goy”, also willingly, sometimes unknowingly, share the “Shame”. As “Puppet Participants”, the “Goys” have received a tiny share of the “Game $$” that THEY, laughing at us, take to the bank.

                Just follow the money. Take a good look, do the research yourself. Just how many Billions of $$ have gone to the Non-Jewish “Goy Puppets” over the past 100 years. Then think for a moment, just how wealthy the top families, at the very top of the Pyramid are. The British Royal family alone is said to be worth close to $100 Billion, close, but no cigar compared to, many believe, the Rothschilds. The Rothschild wealth is off the chart, many say, somewhere in the Trillions.

                The top “Goy’s” wealth? Pocket change in comparison to the Cum-Stains at the top of the Pyramid, even with their measly Billion or two. The Amazon dude, Jeff Bezos, supposedly with a net-worth of $160 Billion, might seem impressive to you, but I can assure you, it’s also nothing more than pocket-change, and in reality, he’s also just a “Puppet”, a very wealthy one, but he’s controlled, just like all the other wealthy puppets.

                One major reason why our entire species has been suffering for so long from divisions, injustice, and inequality is quite simple. We used to have three classes in society, the “Upper Class”, the “Middle Class”, and the “Lower Class”. It was ALWAYS just a fiction of our imagination and fed to us with a “Silver Spoon”. For generation after generation, we, “John Q, Public” ate that shit up like a baby eating mushed sweetened Banana baby-food.

                Many of us have been knowledgeable or awakened a long time to the fact that there never were three classes. It has always been two classes, the rich and the not so rich. There is the top, the rich, and the bottom, the not so rich. 85% of the world’s population falls in the “Not So Rich” category, and the other 15% are the rich. Much has been said over the years of a need for the re-distribution of wealth. I don’t think so, at least not in a manner that most people spend hours discussing. It’s quite simple. Create a fair and equitable system of taxation that taxes the ultra-wealthy individuals and corporations at much higher rates, and gives a vast majority of the “Lower” class an almost tax-free environment to raise their families in.

                Churches, or ANYTHING resembling a religious or cult-like entity? No more exemption from taxes on religious grounds. No tax either, just a “Church Operation Licensing Fee” of 45% up to 75%, depending on their size in relation to their “Humanitarian” Programs/Efforts. We will have Strict guide-lines on what is considered to be “Humanitarian” Efforts. A Gulfstream G650ER twin-engine Private Jet to ferry your fucking Pastor around in because he just can’t fly with “possessed” people on a commercial aircraft? Does NOT qualify for the “Humanitarian” discount on your “Church Operation License Fee”.  Sending 100,000 tons of food, medicine, etcetera to another part of the world that desperately needs it? Now THAT will get your “Church” a yet-to-be determined discount off your bi-annual “Church Operation License Fee”. Pipe-Dream? Socialistic? Communism? None of the above.

                The United World Citizens Militia

                Here’s a thought. Our “Founding Fathers” intent when it comes to the second amendment was that each State, each local government in each State, County and City, would have their own “Militias” that I have named the, “United World Citizens Militia” (for lack of a better name), hereafter referred to as the UWCM, for the sole purpose of protecting the citizens of this country of ours, wither it be an “Invasion Attempt” from outside by a foreign power, or an attempt to invade, or change our country from within, or find and arrest the dude that broke into your garage and stole a bunch of shit from you last night while you were at “Church”.

                Since that was and IS what was intended in our constitution, let’s eliminate the need for our various national military branches, perhaps keeping a very small portion for training and support of our “Localized Militias” and take our tax dollars and use it to build, train, and arm those militias at the State, County (Law Enforcement), and City (Law Enforcement) levels, for the sole purpose of “Defending Our Shores and Writing/Issuing Of Parking Tickets”. Again, wither it’s an attempted invasion from outside or inside, our militias would put a very quick end to any invasion attempt, I guarantee.

                Think about this for a minute, I think ANY invading foreign military would be defeated very quickly by “Patriotic Militias”. Our “Militias” would have all the same materials and weapons that our military currently has or will have. As an example, my next-door neighbor whom happens to be a trained pilot, could very well be a “Militia Pilot” trained to fly, let’s say, an F-22 Stealth Fighter. As another example, the “Militia Navy” and all its military ships, would be manned by Militia members from many states. Your insignia or patch would include the name of the local militia that you are from, so each crew on say, a Missile Frigate or Submarine, would be crewed and operated by people from many States.

                Next, let’s close down ALL military installations in other countries and bring our soldiers home. Perhaps we can give those abandoned military bases on foreign soil to the United Nations, in case they need them. In addition, let’s bring ALL of our Naval fleets home as well.

                In other words, throughout the United States, each State’s Militia would be organized at the State, County, and City levels, with ALL Militias dedicated solely to “Defending” our country from foreign invaders and internal sources, and to ticket people who park illegally in a “Clearly-Marked Handicap Space”.

                Along with eliminating the military branches at the Federal level, we would also eliminate the Imperialistic wars that have plagued our country for decades. All “Drugs” shall be de-classified to misdemeanor level offenses for shit like Heroin, Cocaine, Cannabis and Shrooms, which actually has proven to reduce overall crime and addiction in many other countries. What does that mean? Less fucking crime equals less chances that your friendly neighborhood liquor store is going to be robbed at gunpoint while you’re taking a piss in back of the building. Less crime also means you are less-likely to get caught taking a whizz behind the liquor store because it’s not getting robbed at the time, so no “Police” car is going to come roaring up with their sirens blaring, guns drawn, just as you begin to piss out two six-packs. Less crime so you don’t have to explain to the cop that you were just taking a tinkle. Less Crime! Get it?

                If there is some uprising or civil war type of conflict elsewhere in the world, the United Nations would send in troops organized, staffed, and managed by all the “Member Nations”. The United Nations “Peace-Keeping” forces would include volunteers from EVERY nation, from every “United World Citizens Militia”, I say “Volunteer” in the true sense of the word even though they shall still receive a paycheck from their Town/City, County, or State that they originate from.

                Their sole purpose? To put a quick end to whatever uprisings or civil wars have been, at that point in time, or will be initiated in the future. If the country in conflict has leadership that is obviously in need of replacement, the armed forces, the “Peace-Keepers” the militias, would do just that, like removing cancerous tissue from your asshole, probably very quickly because there will be a lot of Ex-Marines and Army Infantry dudes and dudettes who will naturally migrate from “Armies of War”, to the “United World Citizens Militia”  Peace-Keepers.

                Now, we ALL know that in the past 50 years or so, the wars that the major powers have been involved with, the war machine itself, which we call the “Military/Industrial Complex”, have been about three things, (1) Oil and other natural resources, (2) Maintaining and increasing the size and strength of the “Military/Industrial Complex”, (3) Increasing the wealth of the top one percent of the human race. Let me add a fourth to this, many of us firmly believe that all three of the items that I have listed, are all part of the top one percent’s plan for our species, and that is, to eliminate a large percentage of us, leaving those who are left in control, and the remaining “Sheeple” to do their bidding, with the Elite/Cabal’s version of a New World Order.

                This idea for a new way of protecting our OWN nation, would have an immediate effect of greatly downsizing our Federal Government. This means that the government of the United States would ALSO have to undergo a drastic overhaul. First by giving the real powers of governance BACK to the people at the local levels. I suggest, like so many others believe, having term-limits in Congress as a start. Giving each state the powers and control over the areas of our lives that affect us, wither it be environmental, human rights, drug laws, education, or other areas.

                I also believe that the changes in our ways that I am suggesting will eventually bring about a natural elimination of “Borders”. No more “Passports” or permissions required for travel OR migrations of people to other countries, world-wide. You might ask, “Well, what do we do with regimes like North Korea?”. Simple answer, by including ALL peoples, regardless of origin, in the same basic rights that we all desire, like Peace & Freedom, the powers that need replacing, COULD be replaced, but in all fairness and reality, I don’t think that would be necessary. If I were to have the opportunity to sit down and have a discussion with Kim Jung-un and explain that he was no longer going to be a target of imperialistic countries like the United States, that he would be given the resources and technology to improve and assist him in making positive changes for his country and his people, he would jump at the opportunity to cooperate and change.

                Monetary System

                Changing the world’s monetary system. Of course I don’t have all the answers…..yet. Here’s a few thoughts however. Let’s say, you are a huge factory in Los Angeles. Regardless of wither you are a factory that is privately owned, or part of an International Conglomerate, each “employee” would be given a “Living Wage” to begin with, and not only would you, as an employee, receive “Dividends” from the profits, each and every citizen, man, woman and child, living in that town or city where said factory is located, would receive a fair-portion, “Dividend” on the profits of the factory, NOT the shareholders. This WILL eliminate the need for “Share Holders” and the “Stock Market” as it exists now. No more “sharing” of the wealth with just a few, but “sharing” of the wealth with everyone.

                There still would be a need for “Money” obviously, how do you buy that loaf of bread or carton of milk. It’s structure and how it’s controlled would be vastly different. No longer controlled by the top one percent, i.e., the Bankers/Investors, Stock Market, and the top one percent. Perhaps this would be another function of the United Nations, a World Currency, no longer based on investments and manipulations, but based on productivity of the people themselves.

                Since real wages are being given, along with the sharing of profits, people in general will have more productive and full-filling lives. Taxes being what they are meant to be, would be much lower, and spent on all the things I previously mentioned, at their local level. If you have a brilliant idea that becomes a product that people need or want, your new company from start-up to maturity would share the wealth with employees and everyone in the locale where you build your business.

                Population Control

                Bullshit! 95% of our planet’s population is concentrated on 10% of the land, and that concentration is in and around 8,500 major cities throughout the world, plenty of room for everyone that is here now, and everyone whom is yet to be born. Our future will include thousands of new cities and urban areas. With the continuing advances in technology, eventually factories will become more and more automated, and the average person will be wondering on any given day, which golf course to play next. There no longer will be a vast equality gap in financial terms, and folks, instead of punching a “time-clock” every day, will be concentrating more on their physical fitness, i.e., things like eating healthier, living what some would term, a “Utopian” life, spending their days in tending to their gardens, creating art, music, literature, or perhaps spending their time creating new cures for whatever diseases remain, or teaching children how to be humans.

                THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE TOTALLY CLUELESS…..

                The “Bad”? They are very few in number, they aren’t even on the same road, and they haven’t been on our road for a very long time. Their road has no “Fork” in it, and it leads them straight to “Hell”, (if you believe there is such a place). There is no turning back for them. Their road has been, and still is, a “Road” of “Enslavement, Wars, Death and Destruction”, and they have been traveling that road, dragging the rest of the mostly clueless human race (Sheeple) along with them, for a very long time.

                The millions of “Good” people (the Awakened), jumped across the ditch, jumped over the barbed-wire fence, ran through the corn fields, and discovered a different road a while back and are now traveling down that different road in the opposite direction, a road that leads towards Peace, Harmony and Prosperity for all mankind. With technology like the Internet, (while it is still available), we will continue to present the evidence and the “Truth” to those of the “Totally Clueless” that will listen to us, in our efforts to try to save them as well. Time is of the essence as they say, we know we are on the right road and no longer have to guess which fork in the road to take as we approach it. We know the road so well now, we don’t need flashlights to see it.

                The “Totally Clueless” still have to be educated with the “Truth” and discover/accept it just as we did. The “Truth” will tell them which way to go when they come to that “Fork in the Road”. If they STILL are “Totally Clueless” when it comes time for them to make a decision, they will be facing only  two choices, either to take the road that will lead them unknowingly back to the road that the Elite/Cabal are on, ultimately to a disastrous end for them, or the correct road with us, the road towards real Peace, Prosperity, and Harmony for all mankind.

                I’m convinced that we WILL be successful in defeating and displacing the “Bad”, the Elite/Cabal, with the “Good” and along the way I believe we have the power in numbers to convince millions of the “Totally Clueless” to come with us as we arrive at that “Fork in the Road”.

                You might ask how you can help, how you can take part in this journey. Write to me and I’ll share what I believe you can do to become a part of this endeavor. Or you might happen to be one of the “Totally Clueless” folks, and something in this essay/message has lit a small candle of thought in your brain that requires more information. Private message me on farcecrap while I’m still on there, or write me a message using the form on my website, we can exchange email addresses, and I will try my best to answer your questions.

                Pick me” Pick Meee!

                I remembered so vividly tonight as I write this. My Church Softball Team’s Grand Championship Final Game back in the Summer of 1976. Our church was large enough to have six teams. On a scale of one to six, one being the best, Team One consisted of mostly adults from 25 or so, to 40-years-old, the very best athletes that money could buy, if they were professionals, and Team Six being the worst, the unwanted kids who nobody ever picked (but only picked on). I was “Coach Tom” for Team Six, which consisted of all kids, The youngest on our team was Andy, at 12, and the oldest, a chubby dude, Harry who was 21.

                That kid that DIDN’T yell out, “Pick Me”! was a mentally and physically challenged, and very shy young dude. If I remember correctly, he was 14. Through-out the season, we struggled and Billy, the young kid I just mentioned, he struggled as well. I played him in Right Field usually at least three innings in each game (we had more kids than positions, so it was necessary to “bench” kids so everyone got an opportunity to play). Billy NEVER got to first-base on either a hit or a walk. Our entire team consisted of the over-weights, the skinny kid with glasses like the bottoms of a couple of old Coca-Cola bottles, and other kids that nobody wanted on their team. 

                Well, it’s the end of the season, and by some miracle, (certainly not because of my coaching skills), we found ourselves playing against, sure enough, Team One with all the Bad-Ass “God Bless You, Brother”, Macho Dudes. It’s the bottom of the 9th, Team One has the bases loaded, two outs, and the batter at the plate is Cisco, an Ex-Marine, the count is 3 and 2, I knew he was going to hit a home-run like he did twice before in that game. If he did hit another homer, it was going to be a loss for Team Six, by three runs. Cisco swings, hits the ball so far in the air, a pop-up so high, I lost track of the ball in the Sun for a second.

                Guess where he hit the ball? Yep, deep in Right Field, and it looked like it was going to come down right on top o Billy, (the physically/mentally challenged young teenager). The entire bleacher sections on both sides of home-plate were on their feet, yelling, “CATCH IT BILLY!!” almost like a chant, although the ball was only in the air for about three or four seconds. Well, BILLY CAUGHT THAT FUCKING SOFTBALL, ONE-HANDED!!  Game over, WE WON!! Team Six had just won the Season Championship by ONE Run! Our team went wild! Yelling, cheering, (a few “Fuck this shit” from Team One dudes. Our entire team ran out into Right Field to join Billy, including me, I was so jazzed for Billy, who had a look of bewilderment on his smiling face. No moral of the story here, other than I had always told my kids on Team Six to have fun, not to get disappointed when we did lose, and to always be happy for the winning team, whomever it was……IN LIFE!

                Anyway, you and I both know that the chances of me actually winning the Presidential Election are worse odds that me getting struck by lightning while sleeping in bed. I know that, you know that, but let’s have a little bit of fun with this, who knows, maybe I will get read by some magazine editor (Rolling Stone Magazine would be nice), and I sign a contract at 71-years-young to be a “Contributing Writer”.

                Thanks for reading this essay, and be sure and VOTE! PICK ME!……PICK MEEEE!! Write in my name, THOMAS CHARLES SAXE. On a serious note, I think I have shared some fairly common-sense issues and suggestions.

                Hopefully, enough for YOU to actually THINK about where our species is today, and the different directions we can go from here. Or just be thoughts for your next drunken chat with your friends. Only one bong-load contributed to this effort, spread over the past two days of writing. Hahahahahahahaha!

                 

                 

                Who am I kidding? “Selection” NOT “Election”, that’s what we have had for decades

                Wake up folks!

                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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                  I suppose that because I keep writing about the subjects that I write about, the “Flying Fucks” do take a back seat to the empathy that I have for humankind as a species, even though everything that I write or say is still, like a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”, or like I sometimes like to say, “As Useless as Wings on a Penis”, I will continue to share my thoughts, hoping that my message, which really IS a message of “Hope”, will be heard.

                  Wake up folks!

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

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                    Don’t light a match near a “Whale Farting”

                    “The day my car blew up in Ensenada” (not really)

                    It could have been written by someone else in the “Obituary Column” and said, “The day Tom’s car blew to Smithereens in Ensenada”

                    As normal, I left this morning at 10AM, on my once-a-month major grocery shopping excursion. I’ve pinned it down to two stores, Smart & Final, and Walmart (when I need more of my meds), normally a two-hour round-trip.

                    When I first moved here the end of May last year, every time that I ventured out was a real adventure for me, but now almost eight months later, I’ve memorized all the really bad damage-causing “Pot-Holes” (ask my three tires that I had to replace), and the trip into town has become somewhat mundane. I needed groceries, so I had to make the now easy journey.

                    Added to the itinerary today was a stop at the propane dude down the hill from me. I had done this once before, putting the empty propane tank on the floor on the front passenger side of my vehicle, no biggie.

                    About a block from my first destination, “Smart & Final”, I did not see, (since my eyes are constantly scanning the road in front of me for pot-holes), but I heard this almost explosive-gaseous-like whoosh from the passenger side. It only lasted a split second. At first I thought perhaps my water-jug was burping, as IT was sitting upright on the front passenger seat, as if guarding the propane tank on the floor in front of it.

                    So now I’m a little concerned, (more than just curious). Was it the propane tank that made that sound like a huge momentary whale fart? As soon as I pulled into the parking lot of Smart & Final and turned off my ignition, I got out of my car, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, took the propane tank out, set it on the ground, took my index finger and covered the little whole where the “Pressure Relief Valve” is supposed to be. Not only could I feel a slight pressure on my finger, (of the escaping propane gas), I could actually SEE the fine mist of the propane gas slowly escaping.

                    Now, for those who are NOT aware, propane tanks have what’s called, a “Pressure Relief Valve”, a valve that normally doesn’t function in ambient temperatures, and it is there primarily to release propane if the temperature is increased to the point where, due to the heat surrounding the tank, the “Pressure Relief Valve” functions as it’s name, it relieves the pressure that has built up because of the tank being heated and the “Gas” expanding. That’s why you DO NOT want to seek shelter near your propane tank if your house is on fire.

                    Well, my guess is that when the propane dude was filling up my tank, and opening and closing the “Pressure Relief Valve” with a tiny screwdriver, (a test?) he failed to tighten that screw properly.

                    Back to the Smart & Final, and to make this long story shorter, eventually the Ensenada Police arrived, who called the Ensenada Fire Department, who eventually called the particular propane gas company, who eventually showed up with a tiny screwdriver to tighten that tiny little screw that opens and closes that “Pressure Relief Valve”, which was more than likely only loosened enough to cause it to “Blow” a little, loosening the screw just enough for it to have constant leakage. My 30-45-minute normal shopping trip at the Smart & Final turned into a 2 ½ hour visit.

                    Moral of the story, (for me at least) in two parts:

                    1) I shall always make the propane stop, the last stop instead of the first.

                    2) Think about this for a second. Had I indeed waited and made my propane stop last, instead of first, and arriving home, hooked my little tank up to my space-heater, got warm and cozy, went to bed, NOT hearing that slightly loosened “Pressure Relief Valve” screw cause the valve to “Blow” perhaps in the middle of the night, releasing all five gallons of its contents into my house, you all might have been reading a different story tomorrow morning, after the lighting of my stove to make my first pot of “French Press” coffee. “Large explosion rocks the coastline of Ensenada, one person missing”. Of course, I’m sure that I would have smelled something “fishy” in the morning, unless some small spark blew me to “Kingdom-Come” in the middle of the night.

                    P. S. I LOVE living here, and tonight as I am eating some store-broiled chicken breast, I have to say, the chickens here in Mexico are so good, they remind me of how tasty chicken was for me as a child growing up on a farm in Minnesota. For sure the chicken here is 1,000 percent better than the chicken in California.

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

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                      THE COURIER – 2012 – A must see movie!

                      THE COURIER – 2012

                      Link to the movie on YouTube is at the end of this review

                      From Wikipedia:

                      The Courier is a 2012 American direct-to-video action film directed by Hany Abu-Assad and produced by Michael Arata, starring Jeffrey Dean Morgan as a courier who specializes in delivering high-risk packages.

                      DIRECT TO VIDEO! WHAT THE FUCK? Something REALLY fucked up here, because this movie was awesome, and Oscar worthy. Oh, I know why. Because it wasn’t made or supported by the powers in control of “Hollywood”, you know, the Zebraists!! Another reason the Zebraists turned their backs on this film back in 2012 is because the Director, Hany Abu-Assad (Arabic: هاني أبو أسعد‎; born 11 October 1961) is a Dutch-Palestinian film director who received two Academy Award nominations: in 2006 for his film Paradise Now, and again in 2013 for his film Omar. HE’S NOT A ZEBRAIST! From Production through Advertising through Film Distribution all the way to the Major Theatre Chains and so-called Professional Movie Critics, ALL controlled by the Zebraists! FUCK THEM! This was an awesome movie!

                      Cast:

                       

                      Reception:

                      Robert Kolarik of the San Antonio Express-News wrote that the film start off well but loses its way once it starts to fill in the courier’s back story. Gabe Toro of Indiewire rated it D+ and wrote that the film “almost seems embarrassed by its content”. Tyler Foster of DVD Talk rated it 1.5/5 stars and wrote, “The Courier is a tired thriller, filled with tired actors playing tired characters, wrapped up in a tired story.” Gordon Sullivan of DVD Verdict called it “a thoroughly average B-action-thriller” of interest only to Morgan’s fans.

                      WHAT FUCKING MORONS! THE PROFESSIONAL MOVIE CRITICS WERE JUST WRONG. EITHER HAD THEIR HEADS UP THEIR ASSHOLES, OR DIDN’T LIKE NOT BEING PAID FOR A REAL MOVIE REVIEW. SHAME ON THEM!

                      From Arclight Films Website:

                      A million bucks, just to deliver a briefcase…

                      The catch is delivering it to a killer as elusive as a nightmare and so feared the entire Underworld trembles at the mention of his name.

                      But THE COURIER (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) is no ordinary carrier. In a business that asks no questions he’s the best there is, and with the life of his only friend held to ransom there’s no way he’s missing the drop, come hell or high water.

                      Hounded by hitmen and hustlers, double dealing feds and double crossing accomplices, the Courier embarks on an impossible search for the bogeyman of the underworld, a search that unravels his own murky past.

                      And if he ever makes the drop, the best in the business at finding people will discover why it’s so tough to find the best at making them disappear.

                       

                      My own list of credits taken from the film itself:

                      Director: Hany Abu-Assad

                      Produced By: Gary Hamilton & Mike Gabrawy

                      Producer: Conroy Chan

                      Producers: RC Everbeck, Dale Poniewwaz

                      Executive Producers: Carsten Lorenz, Andrew Ooi, Jason Hewitt, Avram Butch Kaplan, Victor Syrmis, Jeffrey Kranzdorf, Ryan Gilbert, Wai But Tang, Michael Arata, John Calhoun, Patrick Calhoun, Will French, Stephen Roberts, Todd R. Slack,

                      Co-Executive Producers: Jon Scanlon, Stuart Sutherland, Michael Leow

                      Associate Producers: John Kim, Brian Beckmann

                      Co-Producers: Joel Morrish, Robert Orr

                      Writers: Pete Dris & Brannon Coombs

                       

                      REVIEW BY DR. SAXE, DD, RSISHE

                      First of all, the dude that uploaded this movie, kirov2000, to YouTube deserves some kind if award, like “Best YouTube Movie Upload Ever” award. It was the highest resolution ever so far, and excellent sound. Bravo to the dude that uploaded this!

                      This scene from 23 minutes and 30 seconds to 25 minutes and 58 seconds, into the movie, is in itself an Oscar winning scene. In fact, it was slightly hard to choose between four or five other scenes. That’s how frickin good this movie is.

                      This is such an amazing thing written and acted in the movie. We see the transition of “The Courier”, the main character, wonderfully portrayed by Jeffrey Dean Morgan where the “Courier” instantly transitions from this hard-core dude with no outward displays of humor, empathy, love, etcetera, into this new dude, that is suddenly exuding the first sign of emotion, and the audience would be having difficulty trying to figure out what that emotion was. Was it love? Was it because right at that moment, he had an enormous Woodie? That transitions in the “Smell of your perfume” bit from “Love” or “Horniness”, into perhaps the perfume reminded him of a woman that he loved a long time ago, and THAT makes you think that perhaps that love of his life was dead, which turned him into a almost zombie-like unfeeling dude.

                      That’s it. That’s as far as I’ve gone in the movie so far, 25 minutes. So, excuse me while I go watch some more. I’ll possibly be stopping again somewhere in movie to write some more.

                      I have not started the movie again yet. I went outside to have a smoke, and I began talking to myself, out loud that is. That’s when I transitioned from slightly stoned, too really stoned. Everything I thought, i.e., every thought was being verbalized. Even my last utterance “Out Loud” was, ” That’s when I transitioned from slightly stoned, too really stoned. Everything I thought, i.e., every thought was being verbalized.  FUCK! Now I can watch more of the movie, maybe the entire movie. Except the funny feeling that I’m going to be stopping again to write about another 28 seconds of the movie. I’ll be back. Then I look down on the floor alongside the couch here and see my can of Dos XX that I forgot all about. Josie Ho, the actress in that scene that plays Anna, just 5 seconds of her thoughts/emotions went from a sort of, oh well, to a sudden empathy or compassion as she all of a sudden offered to help him with his wound. That five seconds alone was played so well, she deserves an Oscar, as well as the Director, Hany Abu Assad, for that entire scene (and the movie), as he was able to give direction to the two actors in that scene, as a direct and accurate interpretation of the screenwriter’s (story originator) intention for the characters emotional transitions. Which means that the screenwriters Pete Dris & Brannon Coombs both deserve an Oscar, and if they were just screenwriters interpreting from someone else’s novel, or story, THAT dude deserves a Pulitzer Prize AND an Oscar.

                      This dude the “Courier” is a fucking MacGyver in the interrogation scene when the fat deputy leaves the room.

                      44 minutes and 44 seconds in is the next contender for “Best Scene” Oscar. Where Ana (Josie Ho) comes in saying, ” I can’t find Stitch”. In the scene we see the “Courier” (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) tell her that Stitch is dead, just with the tiny changes in his facial expressions. Superb acting!  All I have to say about this scene is “a kiss out of compassion, not sexual at all” how well performed and how real that kiss is, .

                      That dude the “Courier” is a Sherlock Holmes and the original writer/story teller is a frickin William Shakespeare. Oh, and my “Open Face Peanut Butter & Jelly Sandwich” which I just invented is awesome. Like Pancakes or Waffles with PBJ smeared on heavy, only it’s just two slices of un-toasted bread. I need to add this to my book, “Gourmet Recipes for the Toothless”.

                      Here’s the clincher for the Pulitzer Prize for the writer. Beginning at 1 hour, 18 minutes and 15 seconds into the film, where the “Courier” and the audience receives the revelation at the same time. “Evil Sivle” spelled backwards is “Elvis Live”.

                      More “Executive Producers, Co-Producers, Producers, and Associate Producers than Campbell’s has “Soups”.

                      A most bizarre but wonderful experience tonight, taking 3 hours and 45 minutes to watch a movie that’s an hour and a half long. Tomorrow night I’m going to watch it again. This time all the way through without stopping.

                      THE END

                       

                      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”

                      TheDeadArmadilloManuscript111919

                      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.

                      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

                      ITAD-NAO Home

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

                      Strain: ENSENADA SMOOTHIE, Harvested June 2019 (My own strain. Yes. I was slightly stoned when I wrote this review, HAHAHAHAHAHA)

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                        My Ex’s Grandmother loved me best

                        I was inspired by this Meme on farcecrap tonight. Here’s my original “comment” to Twisted Adult’s Humor +21 posting:

                        “At your ex-wife’s grandmother’s funeral. I’m writing a skit about it as we speak. Any comedy writers out there that would like to join in on my fun, and collaborate with me, jut PM me and we’ll form a small “Chat Group”. Hell of a thought, there’s a story about how I got invited there (to the funeral) in the first fucking place, then another background story involving those time when you were still married, and would take “Grandma” out for Sushi (or whatever). etcetera etcetera etcetera”.

                        Here’s what I wrote for my posting here on my website:

                        My answer? At my ex-wife’s grandmother’s funeral. You must wonder how in the hell did I get invited to my ex-wife’s grandmother’s funeral? Or did I “Crash” it, just for the “Shits & Giggles” of it? Well, in my case, when I was married to old “what’s her name”, we used to visit her grandma once every couple of months.

                        I have to admit, when I first met Grandma, I was annoyed, impatient, and thought she was the “Seedling Bitch” for the three women that followed her footsteps, my Ex’s mother, what a fucking bitch she was. My Ex? Hell yes! She wins the big fat cigar for being the Biggest Bitch IN THE WORLD! Our ten-year-old Daughter, Susie? Time will tell.

                        I think the love between Grandmother and I really began this one day that I took her to her Doctors appointments, and later, for Sushi. My Ex had a meeting at work that she couldn’t excuse herself from.

                        Knock, knock, knock. “Who is it?” grandma yelled from the other side of her door. “Hey Mrs. Jefferies, it’s Tom. I’m here to take you to your doctors’ appointment”. Mrs. Jefferies, as I called her, as my Ex didn’t think it was kosher for me to call HER grandmother anything other than, Mrs. Jefferies.

                        As soon as I walked in, she gives me a huge grandmotherly hug and says, “Thank GOD, that you are picking me up by yourself. I’ve always liked you, and how you have treated me, and it’s nice to see you alone without that bitch of a grand-daughter of mine, although, my daughter is a really close second-place (my ex-mother-in-law).

                        Wow! This hit me like the Dodgers winning the World Series. Shock and amazement, and revelation. Shock at first, because she has always “acted” rather bitchy at times, so I thought she was the inspiration for all the generations that followed her. Then amazement and revelation all at once. “Maybe she isn’t such a “Bad Grandma” after all. On the way to the Doctor’s office, we began a great conversation. One of those kinds of conversations that makes you turn off your car’s radio.

                        As we pulled out of her driveway, she touched my arm for a second, and just started talking. One thing I had learned from my experience as a Sales& Marketing professional, was what it takes to be a great conversationalist, the ability to “Listen”. You have to develop the “skill” to REALLY listen to the other person when they are talking, without interrupting. People “interrupt” because they are NOT listening. While you are talking, the other person, instead of listening, they are thinking, trying to formulate in their mind, what THEY want to say. Wither it’s related to the subject of your conversation or not. It’ s particularly annoying/frustrating when you are an older person with short-term memory loss issues. So, be a good “Listener”, and you will be a GREAT “Conversationalist”.

                        Back to Grandma. She started sharing pieces of her life that I think she had been holding inside of her for decades. Things about her marriage, about her husband George, who had died in Korea. She shared how tough it was raising two daughters on her own, while working two jobs while going to school. Stories of her career, first as a Chemist specializing in Biochemistry, then later as an entrepreneur, starting a company that invents and produces laboratory equipment that today is a business, and industry worth billions of dollars a year.

                        Yes, Mrs. Jefferies although retired, still owns controlling interest in BioLabEquipped, Inc., which last year had sales of 6. 3 Billion Dollars, and ships their product to over 125 countries.

                        One would think, “Why are you taking her to her Doctor appointment instead of a chauffeur?” A few things, although I knew she had SOME money, I never thought that it was as much as she really was worth. I knew about her company; I just always had the thought that perhaps she had sold it off a long time ago. I never asked my Ex about it after she shut me down the first time, I asked a question about it, as my Ex said it was none of my fucking business.

                        The second interesting fact is that although Grandma could buy and live in a huge mansion in Beverly Hills, she lived quite humbly in the house where she first lived and raised her two daughters. The same house in San Pedro that her and her husband first bought in 1946. It still is a nice home’ on a slightly hilly section of the town, bordering on Palos Verdes South. Nice view of San Pedro and Long Beach. When I had first met her ten years earlier, she drove a Ford sedan. Nothing billionaire about that either. Our conversation that day was so interesting, Mrs. Jefferies and I stayed in my car, talking, for ten minutes when we arrived at her Doctor’s office.

                        That day we became friends, and she was no longer Mrs. Jefferies. She insisted that I call her Grandma from that day forward. Back to the funeral. Her grand-daughter and I (my Ex) divorced about two years later, and Grandma and I continued to have our own little “Dates”  right up until she passed away.

                        Grandma had written in her will, that I be in attendance at her funeral. Much to EVERYONE’S shock and amazement, grandma left the bulk of her 15 Billion Dollar Estate to……You guessed it……Me! The way she wrote it made sure that I also was responsible for her charitable foundation, which really was where all of her assets were anyway. What I was given that was separate from the foundation was ALL of her shares, 52%, of her company, and the chairmanship of the Board of Directors, which my Ex and her mother still have a seat on.

                        Ohhh the irony of it all, the Karma. I truly loved Grandma, she knew it, and now as I’m sitting here listening to my Ex give a rather embarrassing eulogy, (she really didn’t know her grandmother at all, like I did). Like I said Karma, and THAT’S why I was invited to my Ex-Wife’s Grand-Mother’s funeral. Last part, to answer the original question. Yes, worst place to get horny, during your eulogy (Grandma had insisted in her “Last Will and Testament” that I participate in her funeral). Person inducing my horniness? One of my Ex’s cousins whom I had met only one other time while I was still married to the Battle-Ax.

                        If there is a “Comedy Writer” out there that would like to collaborate with me in writing Sit-Com type sketches with me, let me know.

                        Postscript: Ideas for a Sitcom

                        First episode is the funeral. Throughout the series of episodes, Grandma only appears in “flashbacks” of my interactions with Grandma, some with my Ex and many more flashbacks with just myself and Grandma.

                        Opening scene is at the funeral, as we (the audience) listen to the eulogy by my Ex, then my brutally honest eulogy afterwards.

                        My Ex’s eulogy: To be written

                        My eulogy: “Many of you, to your shock, amazement, and dismay, found out to your last Thursday why I’m here today eulogizing our Grandmother.

                        Insert flashback scene of the reading of the will at a special meeting of the Board of Directors. I am already seated at the huge executive boardroom table when Tracy, my ex-wife, walks into the room, “What the fuck is he doing here”, (pointing at me) as she asks Mr. Fitzgerald, the corporate attorney.

                        “Mr. Anderson is here at my request, according to Mrs. Jefferies wishes as stated in her Last Will and Testament” as you will see in the copy provided. Miss Hathaway, please distribute everyone’s copy, thank you kindly”.

                        My ex’s mother, Alice pipes up, “This is a bunch of bullshit, and you know it”.
                        In addition to the few family members, the entire non-family members of the board are present as well. Everyone is now quiet as mouses in a Church, as Mr. Fitzgerald begins to read the fairly brief will.

                        Haven’t written the actual “Reading of the Will”  part yet, but use your imagination for now.

                        I continue with my eulogy. Yes, I know some of you are gritting your teeth right now in anger and resentment, but Mrs. Jefferies, Grandma to all of us, wanted me to participate in this occasion. I can call her Grandma because she truly had become like a real Grandmother to me. In a way, a Grandmother I never had, because my real Grandmothers had died long before I was born.

                        Grandma and I had a special relationship that began about two years before I was kicked out of the “Family” when Tracy and I divorced, and that special relationship continued for four years after. Of course, it was a secret relationship. Grandma wanted it that way. We had many fun times together, talking, going out to eat. I took her places that you, her “Loving” children and grand-children, couldn’t take her. I’m sure some of you wanted to, and there were several times when Tracy and I did take her to the museum or to a play a few times, but the truth is, she thought all of you were nothing but a “Bunch of Bitches”, waiting for her to “Croak” so you could get your hands on her money (insert flashback here, of one of the Great-Grand-Children asking Grandma, “What does Croak mean, Grandma? I heard Mommy ask Daddy one day, I wish Grandma would jut croak now”).

                        Grandma and I even went on a Mexican Cruise last year and you didn’t know she was even gone for a week. What’s that say about YOUR relationship with Grandma. I can tell you, when I first met her, fifteen years ago, I really thought she was the “Seedling Bitch” that some of you came from. She acted that way in your presence not because she WAS a bitch, but because that was her fucking (excuse the expression), persona she had to invent just to survive all the bitchiness she was surrounded with. I got to know her for real, for who she really was, in her mind, and in her heart. She really loved her Great-Grand-Children, all three of you. It’s obvious in how she has not forgotten you in her will. She had told me on numerous occasions that she was only sorry that she didn’t have the opportunity to see you and spend more time with you. Someday you will understand why your Great-Grandmother was not allowed more time with you.

                        She was a sweet woman, and I thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent with her. She was funny too. You should have seen her last year when we went on that Mexican Cruise, (which I paid for, by the way). She tried riding a Donkey in Ensenada. It was hilarious, (insert flashback of Grandma riding a donkey on Av Adolfo López Mateos Avenue in Ensenada, yelling, “VIVA MEXICO!”, with a big Cuban Cigar sticking out of her mouth). In conclusion, I loved Grandma, and I truly believe she loved me. She will be greatly missed, by all, I’m sure. RIP Mrs. Jefferies, we all love you”.

                        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”

                        TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

                         

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                          We sometimes think it is hopeless and against all odds, but hey, we are part of the 99% against the 1% that currently have absolute control. We can and shall overcome the odds, but only if we truly ORGANIZE. Otherwise, we are all just as a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”.

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

                          TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

                           

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

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

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