What? Me crazy?

Who amongst us can say that they are 100% “Normal” with respect to our overall state of mind? Based upon my own experience in the distant past with Bi-Polar Type II Disorder and what I have found to be a positive solution for me is the fact that I recognize and accept that positive change comes from within.

For some, it also takes prescription drugs, and/or “Hopes & Prayers”, which I have no opposition to. I always say, “Whatever floats your boat”. I just believe that relief can be accomplished in other ways besides taking mood-altering drugs (Cannabis excluded), and believing that some imaginary dude in the sky is going to solve all your problems in your life in my opinion, is a benign “Passing of the Buck”. If you think your “God” miraculously “Healed” you or solved your problem, that’s okay, but I believe the positive change came from within. I wrote a similar essay recently that you can read at: https://tcsblog.net/2022/01/before-after-and-way-after/

I haven’t had any real issues with BP Type II in a very long time. It’s been several years since I had to deal with it, and at that time, only infrequently. I have been sharing my solution for years now, and it works great for me and I know for a fact that it has worked for others, because they told me so.

When I find myself in a low “Down in the Dumps” state of mind, I write. No, it wasn’t prayers, and no, I didn’t say to myself, “I HOPE I get over this slump “. For me, the positive change takes place from within, when I just decide that enough is enough and I start doing something positive, which for me means, something creative, something that stimulates/exercises my brain.

My writing AND my art projects release those “Feel Good” chemicals in my brain (Google the chemistry). Like I said, change comes from within ourselves. Sometimes all it takes is doing something like playing a little online poker (and winning….or not), starting a beautifully marbled roast in the crockpot, which leads to playing with the two doggies out on my veranda overlooking the Monaco Bay, which leads to…..Wait for it…..WRITING this little essay of “Optimism”.

Ask ANY qualified therapist and they will confirm everything I just wrote, only you’re not laying on my sofa and I’m not charging you a fee. It’s simple facts. Pass them on by sharing this post. Thanks!

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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    Facebook’s Digital Currency, LIBRA

    Tonight, my next-door neighbor Cameron and I were sitting out on the driveway enjoying several bong-loads and talking, as we have several other times before.

    Note: Cameron is a very intelligent young man in his early thirties. His work is involved in financial areas such as investments, etcetera, and he also writes “Code” for financial applications. He knows a LOT about things like digital currency.

    We talked about a lot of different subjects, and the longer we talked (smoked) the more bizarre the subject matter became (in a good way). Bizarrely innovative and inspirational. Maybe even a little prophetical? Look, I’m writing about it now.

    Here’s what inspired me to write this. Cameron mentions that Facebook is going to be coming out with a new digital currency, called “LIBRA”. Think about this. With four billion (or whatever) users/accounts on Facebook, the platform is larger than any country/government, larger than any religion. Like Muslim or Catholicism.

    Do you see where I’m going with this? Facebook, when they come out with LIBRA, you will be required to have a RFID “Chip” at some point, in order to “have” a Facebook account. Now, think about this, this new Digital Currency will be linked/backed by the U. S. Dollar, (not gold by the way). You could care less if you have a Facebook account? Don’t worry, the powers that are currently in place right now WILL pass Federal Laws that will mandate that everyone be “Chipped” anyway for complete control over our lives, and the Facebook account that you get for free will be included in your “Chip”, as THAT will be part of what allows you to eat and breathe, i.e., buy food at your local grocery store, get a haircut or a massage, or buy new tires for your John Deere tractor.

    Because of this, and a few other reasons, the federal government will pass a law that mandates that everyone WILL be “chipped”. Those that refuse to participate in the “chipping” will be sent to one of those FEMA “locations” for “Re-Education”. Of course, it’s just part of all the “Conspiracy Theories” out there floating about on social media that speculate the Feds have been outfitting some buildings like WALMART stores?

    I don’t know, but I think there may be some truth is this conspiracy theory. Which leads me to say, they are already “chipping” employees at many privately-owned companies and if you don’t take the “chip”, “There’s the fucking door dude, adios, get your shit from your cubicle and get the fuck out, you’re FIRED!”

    We all have seen the wonderful Facebook posts that depict having a “chip”, (really a diode looking tube) inserted under the skin in the web flesh between your thumb and your index finger. As I continued to tell Cameron earlier tonight, about the chipping, I took it a little farther.

    What if both your hands are missing? Simple, stick that “chip” in one of the forearms. What if both forearms are missing? Okay, stick that “chip” in his/her bicep. What if, the person had no right or left bicep to work with? I said to Cameron, “OK, so they insert that fucking chip about two inches from where your junk flops, in your right or left thigh. That’s so the perverted government employee and/or soldier that inserts that chip, gets his/her jolly’s off a little. No legs, lower and upper? No problem, they’ll stick that chip in one of your ass cheeks. You have no ass? Dude, you need to reconsider suicide”.

    Anyway, bizarre topic it DID turn out to be. The federal law will mandate that all new-born will be chipped directly after birth. Where? Well, certainly not in their teeny-tiny little hands, arms, or legs that will continue to grow. That “chip” will be inserted in the baby’s right or left butt-cheek, because although that little butt will continue to grow along with the arms, legs, head, the entire body, the ass-cheek is the best area to be chipped, and more than likely have to be re-chipped every five years or so.

    Which leads to the technology part and why this is a critical part of this digital currency thing of Facebook’s. Over a very short period of time, we will see the size change, to a smaller and smaller “Chip”. With today’s current technology that chip is quite small already, about a ¼ inch long tiny tube that many privately owned companies are forcing their employees into……to what will be inserted via a hypodermic needle, i.e., small enough to be immersed in Saline Solution and injected in your arm, leg, or butt, depending on whether you were missing limbs or not, knowingly, and forcedly under threat of “Re-Education” at a FEMA Camp.

    Now here’s where the bizarre part comes. What IF this eventual microscopic array of a digital techno-device is part of a Vaccine? Oh, let’s say like a COVID-19 Vaccine or maybe the next one, the SPASMATICA VIRUS, you know, the one that if effected, a person has multiple, uncontrollable and painful spasms throughout the day, increasing to a constant spasm that eventually kills you. SCARY!!!

    At this point Cameron and I had smoked our last bong-load and said our goodnights, and I go in and start writing this bizarre post for Facebook and for my website. Bottom line? Research Facebook’s digital currency, LIBRA. Prepare? Well, I just betcha there’s a lot of militia-type folks that are already prepared. For what? They really don’t know the depth of it.

    They have some related sub-issues that they are aware of and are preparing for, and they are generalities really, like a “Civil War or Major Uprising of the People”, just because our basic freedoms are slowly being taken away.

    But, and it’s a BIG BUT, what needs to happen that will make the Patriots stop the tyranny,  and overthrow the powers that be, will be ORGANIZATION, like I have continually “preached” for four years now. Without organizing EVERYONE, we would be defeated, chipped, put in a FEMA facility, or eventually hunted down and shot by the so-called “Official” government/military force that we tried to evade for months.

    Final thought, research Facebook’s soon to be released digital currency. Research the technology advances of the “Chip”, and watch as it decreases in size. Watch what they decide to do with this existing COVID-19 Scamdemic. Let’s see if they don’t eventually come out with a virus that does some really serious shit on your body ending up with death. Watch for…..wait for it…… the SPASMATICA VIRUS!

    Want to be a part of ORGANIZING EVERYBODY? Message me. Write to me. Let me know and we can begin by talking about it on a platform like Zoom. I intend to start a YouTube (or other platform) Podcast of my own at some point centered around solutions for defeating PTSD and my thoughts on other subjects, like “What Makes a Marriage Successful or Unsuccessful”. Cameron shared that it might be too sensitive a subject matter on any YouTube podcast-type of platform for many folks. I responded, “My intent is to use the podcast more in a comedic vein, still with serious messages of hope and resolution for many problems/issues that people face”.

    Comedic? How? Just imagine the podcast is featuring a retired Army Major as a guest. You met him at a wedding party after one of those military-type weddings where a bunch of dudes in their dress-whites held their swords over the happy young couple as they ran down the steps of the church.

    At the party, a friend had nudged you in the arm and said, “Tom, see that Major over there? He has some serious PTSD issues, and he won’t admit it. You MIGHT be able to help him”.

    Long story short, after injecting myself into the Major’s conversations at the Wedding party, we become friends, and first meet for drinks one night at a local “Titty Bar” that he had suggested.

    Major Ed eventually began writing in a small note-book as I had suggested that he try. From first thinking it was a sissy thing to do, to starting a daily diary/record, to last year publishing his first novel based on his wartime experiences in both Iraq and Afghanistan. His PTSD? Gone. My first Podcast guest very well could be Major Ed or someone similar. The comedic part? How about my first question be, “Just how young WERE those girls you “Dated” over in Iraq?” His response, “Well Mr. Unknown Sock Puppet, you ought to know because you “Dated” them right after me”.

    Within a minute or so, everyone watching/listening understands that my question was in jest, not serious, as it leads into the Podcast’s format of using off-the-wall comedy touches to talk about serious matters.

    The point in saying all that in the previous three paragraphs? Using the Podcast to help in…….Wait for it……ORGANIZE! So, please, if this post inspires you to join me in doing this, let me know, let’s stop being like a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”.

    Part of this essay was about my desire to help people with PTSD and other serious issues, and part of this was sharing the potential ramifications of the release and infusion of the Facebook digital currency LIBRA. Part of this also is doing a Podcast? Can a podcast as I describe lead to, or be a help to ORGANIZING? We shall see.

    It’s delusional to think that my one little Podcast would ever be as popular as Joe Rogan’s, BUT (see it’s a BIG BUT)…..BUT, it very well could be the beginning of a huge multi-leveled “Joint” podcasting system of True Patriots, combining five to ten “Regional” podcasts that get together on a Zoom type of platform, i.e., a platform where multiple groups of ten or more can get together to ORGANIZE if you will. Groups like, let’s say ALL the Militias, or other types of freedom-loving groups that desire to associate with like-minded groups and organize same? Not just linking/organizing folks here in the USA, but linking like-minded people/groups all over the world. Please write to me if you are serious enough to get involved, to be a part. Thanks.

    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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      My Baby-Brother Johnny

      My brother Johnny and I were as close as brothers could possibly be, up until they buried our Mother that is. Let me explain. I was fifteen, and Johnny was six years old when Mom died. I have always said that at the time of her death, Johnny was young enough, that although her death did have an effect on him, he was young enough to just not quite understand it all emotionally or mentally for that matter, i.e., it went completely over his head, so to speak. Johnny’s issues that he had to deal with, and cope with, had absolutely nothing to do with our mother’s tragic death and everything to do with growing up with a lunatic for a father, although he did say that he missed our mom and felt that her death DID contribute to his overall personage/personality.

      For myself it was a radically almost insane departure compared to Johnny’s coping mechanisms, because at just a few months past my fifteenth birthday, I WAS old enough to fully comprehend, but NOT old enough to cope, at all. I think anyone at that age would have suffered in the same way that I did, a suffering that stayed with me for a very long time.

      We shared the same Mother, but we had different fathers. Mom had divorced my father when I was three and she married Johnny’s father, my step-father, when I was four. Eight years later she gave birth to my “Baby Brother”. I loved that little dude, however, it was a real “Love/Hate” relationship about the time he turned four, because he enjoyed watching me get a whipping, and he was always making shit up, “Tommy hit me Daddy”.

      I never EVER touched a hair on his little head. Sometimes, something would get broken, like the time he tried to ram his little tricycle thru the back-porch screen door. Who can forget the time he took a shit in the middle of the kitchen? “I swear Dad, that’s NOT my poop”. Guess who got blamed for everything? Me of course. Many broken yardsticks……broken over my ass, (mom threw the “Razor-Strop” in the trash early on when I was about five).

      After the funeral I was living with Ed and Johnny, but that only lasted about a month, as my English teacher, my first class of the day, was the first to notice how badly beaten I was, so she sent me to the Nurse’s office. Besides my dual black eyes, I had huge welts across my back, two cracked ribs, and a fractured left arm. Needless to say, I was escorted home by two deputy county sheriffs to pick up my shit. Luckily for them that Ed was at work. I ended up in three different Foster Homes, until the day after my 17th birthday, the day I stood with about 30 other dudes at the Hennepin  County main courthouse in downtown Minneapolis, raising my right hand, swearing to defend the United States for enemies both foreign and domestic as I joined the U. S. Navy.

      My real father, Harold Saxe, signed the paperwork at the Navy Recruiting Office since I was “under age”, and he died two years later, beaten to death by a few other bums, fighting over some woman is what I eventually was told. Although it was obvious that he was beaten to death, the coroner listed his “official” cause of death as Sclerosis of the Liver, that’s what they did back then and that’s what they still do, if you are just some “John Doe” homeless bum, and the evidence shows that you were murdered, they are NOT going to waste their time investigating your death, period.

      I would later find out that he told the authorities that it was I that was abusing him and he was just defending himself, what a fucking joke. Ed was around six foot three, and I was about 5’10” at that time. Hears a “By the Way”, he lied about how mom was injured, telling the local constable, who was also an Elder at our church, that mom had fallen down the stairs, which were about 25 steps up to the second floor where Johnny’s and my bedroom were.

      A little further with this “By the Way”. Over a period of eleven years, from the time I was four until I was just turning fifteen, Ed had put her in the hospital five different times. Spousal abuse back in the 1950’s was not prosecuted like it is today. He liked to hit mom in the stomach because it was easier to hide the damage as there usually wasn’t much to see as far as physical damage/evidence, unlike a black eye or two, or a bruised and swollen face.

      Two of the times she was hospitalized, there was major internal damage. One time the doctors removed her Spleen, and another time her Gall Bladder. There certainly was damage to other organs as well, just not damaged beyond functionality like her Spleen and Gall Bladder. I wasn’t given the gruesome details for a few years, and it was Aunty Alice that had explained why mom had died at so young an age. She died at Saint Mary’s Hospital, the same hospital where she was born. Johnny and I both were also born there.

      Basically what the doctors had told all my aunts and uncles, was due to the fact that mom had  to have her Spleen and Gall Bladder removed years prior to this last “She fell down the stairs” bullshit, this time a Kidney was badly damaged, but the doctors could not operate or do any more “damage control” because due to the years of abuse, “Her insides had so many issues like massive blood-clotting, that they could not do anything to prevent her from dying. She died on the third day of her hospitalization.

      I remember that night. Johnny and I were staying with our Great-Uncle Jim and Great-Aunty Erma. That third evening we were taken to the hospital to see Mom. It was late, like 10 in the evening, and as soon as Johnny and I walked into Mom’s room, I knew that something was up because EVERYONE was there in the room, aunts and uncles, some older cousins, and out Pastor was there.

      There had to be twenty people crowded in there, assholes to belly-buttons as the saying goes. The room was dark and sort of surreal with only the light above Mom’s bed lit. Everyone else were like shadowy figures, and no one spoke a word. Johnny sat on one side of Mom’s bed, and I sat on the other.

      My vivid Memory of her was a look of peace, almost Angelic. We talked, but the only part of the conversation that I remember, was my asking her, “Mom, when are you coming home?” To which she replied, “I’m going home tonight Tommy”. It would take me a few years to figure that one out. No, she wasn’t giving me false hope, which subconsciously for a few years angered me, she was telling me exactly how it was for her, that she WAS going home, to that magical, mystical, heaven that she believed in.

      My Mother was a sincere, and humble Christian, Sunday School Teacher, and loved by EVERYBODY in our little farming community around Ham Lake. When she was buried at the Glen Cary Lutheran Church cemetery, there had to be two hundred people in attendance. Of course, all my relatives were there, which had to be thirty or forty of them, so I figure the entire community was there to pay their respect. Mom WAS loved, as I said. What happened to Ed, my Step-Father you might ask. His parents ended up committing him to a mental institution for about the fifth time for what they called in those days, “Shock Treatments”, goggle that, it’s just a mild form of electrocution. The parts of the brain they fry, the brain tissue, is destroyed and never re-generate. It’s not wonder he got crazier and crazier over the years.

      Back to the earlier part of the story. That day that I was escorted home to get my “stuff” as I said earlier, Ed was at work. Johnny was at school, so the last time I saw him was breakfast several hours earlier, before school, and we did not see each other again for twenty years. We both had parted company abruptly, and we took different paths. I survived in my own way, and learned how to cope, spending the next few years in three different Foster Homes.

      The amazing part for me which I have described in other essays, is that twenty years after Mom’s death, somehow, someway, overnight, I found forgiveness in my heart for my Step-Father, Edward John Elavsky. For two decades, I had sworn to myself, vowed, that if I ever saw him on the street, I would kill him with my bare hands, (and I had added a couple of inches to my height, and beefed up a bit). I would have torn him apart. He died, drunken and froze to death up in the snow-covered mountains above Lake Elsinore, “Popsicle Ed, Frozen til Dead”.

      BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!! One day I woke up from a deep night’s sleep, and the first thing that popped in my head, and stayed there all day, FORGIVENESS! Go figure!  There IS more to that story, but you will have to just go looking for the rest of that story in one of my previous essays. It’s Ed’s story of how he was tortured by the Nazi’s in WW2 for being a spy behind enemy lines, (actually discovered and captured in Berlin). Too long a story for this post, about a true American Hero, you’ll find it elsewhere on my website.

      Back to Johnny, well, this next part is also about Ed. Twenty years had gone by, and I found Johnny. He was living in Orange County, and I was in Ventura County (California), so we were within driving distance. I drove down one day around lunch time to his apartment in the city of Orange, and we talked, and we talked, AND we talked, for hours, and hours, AND hours, emptying a bottle of Yukon Jack and smoking about three bong-loads. We talked into the evening, thru the night, until the Sun came up the following morning. Of course, we reminisced about our childhood, that’s all we had, other than “What kind of work do you do”…..”What do YOU do for a living, Tommy?” I could share the entire conversation with my readers, but that would take a whole other chapter.

      I started this essay with a description of our very different coping mechanisms, and how we managed to survive other Mother’s horrific life and death, our own horror stories, although at his young age, and me filling in as the ultimate example of a “Scapegoat”, the ending of this brief story IS about Johnny. I’ll make it brief so you, as the reader, can fill in the blanks.

      Although Johnny was pampered and spoiled by his father as a child, he did not escape his own bout with evil. That night when Johnny and I met for the first time in twenty years, fueled, and liberated by a few bong-loads and an entire fifth of Yukon Jack, one of the stories Johnny shared with me in gruesome detail was how he and his dad had been living in their car at some park in Long Beach, when Ed had dropped him off at some friends house, telling him that he would return for him in a few weeks. Johnny was twelve years old at the time.

      The two weeks turned into two months which eventually turned into two years. That’s two years as a captive. “Kid, your dad is not coming back for you. Bob and I bought you. We paid your father $250 for you”. Yes, they were a couple of scumbag pedophiles, sharing my Baby Brother, in every way. He was never allowed out of the house, and there was always one of them home while the other asswipe was out shopping or whatever.

      Johnny told me that he was a few weeks shy of his fourteenth birthday when he finally escaped. No need here to describe how he was able to escape, but I can guarantee you that my brother shared enough of a detailed story to convince me. Use your imagination folks.

      Bottom line for me is not who, what, and why, of the pedophiles, it’s the fact that Johnny had an equally horrific experience compared to our Mother’s life and death, and he survived. Johnny died twenty years ago of a sudden Aortic Aneurysm. Moral of the story, a vast portion of our species has had to deal with terrible, horrific chapters in their life, and for many, the suffering continues.

      Many, like my brother and I, had absolutely no help in trying to cope AND survive. In spite of my own horror story, I was able to cope, and overcome. Without any help, Johnny was able to cope, somewhat. When he died, the Riverside County Coroner told me that along with his obesity, (he weighed 390 pounds), his habitual use of illegal drugs also contributed to his sudden death.

      If you feel like you cannot cope with whatever you are dealing with, reach out for help, because going it alone much of the time, fails. For me? I guess I was just one of the fortunate ones, my grief and anger was so intense, I was blind to those around me that were reaching out to ME. So, if you are able to recognize that you DO need help, reach out to those who already have their hand reaching out for yours.

      P.S. What kind of father would sell his own child to a Pedophile? In Ed’s case, there IS more to his story, and the end of HIS story will partially examine why I was able to forgive him. Look for the answer in other essays that I have published here on my website.

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

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

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        First of all I must confess, that I do enjoy being a part of farcecrap’s community, for ONLY two reasons.

        Number One, I have met and made a lot of  REAL friends on farcecrap, and for that, I am VERY grateful.

        Number Two, I primarily use the farcecrap platform for advertising/sharing this primary website of mine. I enjoy writing, and consider “writing” to be a kind of therapy for me.

        Wither you agree or disagree with my opinions and analysis that I share, it is only my opinions and analysis. You can agree or not agree with my various essays that I write and post on my website. If you agree, thank you, if you disagree, well, chill, take a pill, light up your bong, whatever.

        With 619,846 visits since starting this website in January of 2016 (as of today, January 28th, 2020), I am pleased and appreciate the number of people that visit my website on a daily basis. Every day, 60% of my readers are return visitors, and 40% are new visitors, from 153 countries at last count.

        Many of my readers (most NOT from farcecrap) are curious enough to visit on a regular basis to read my latest latest essay, or story. For my friends on farcecrap that click on my “Links”: Whenever I have something to share, it’s usually something that I write that I feel is significant enough to post on my website, and therefore important enough to share as a link on my various farcecrap “Groups” and “Pages”.

        I was inspired to write this brief essay this morning after receiving notice from farcecrap that they have once again, thrown me into the “Dungeon”, this time, not for a week like they have normally done, but for 90 days (three months). As usual, they gave no real reason, and I have to accept it for what it really is. It’s JUST a “Social Media” platform, that like I said previously, I have used to make REAL friends, and “Advertise” my website postings of various thoughts/opinions and analysis.

        Having said that, I normally receive far more visitors every day, than what are promulgated from my “Link” postings on farcecrap, so farcecrap in fact, has been a small portion of my traffic on my website.

        For those of you, my friends on farcecrap that DO visit my website, I sincerely thank you, and appreciate your consistent visits, and readership. I do ask a favor however, if you enjoy reading my essays, please share your experience with others. Even if you disagree with my opinion or position on a subject, please feel free to write to me from my website or via a “Comment” or private message on farcecrap.

        I admit that sometimes I may be wrong or a little off-base with my opinions and positions/analysis on some subjects, but I do have freedom 100% of the time to express those opinions and analysis on THIS website, unlike all the restrictions and censorship that I am subject to on farcecrap.

        I also feel that a vast majority of my essays are the TRUTH, and all I’m doing is sharing what I believe to be the TRUTH. Those of you that agree with any of my postings on my website are encouraged to share on any and all social media platforms. You don’t have to wait for me to post a “Link” on farcecrap to visit my website, just periodically visit my website, as I’m sure you will find a story, essay, or something, that will make you laugh, cry, or inspire you, or maybe even cause a bit of anger. There’s four years of writing to read, something for everybody, wither it’s a serious story about the apartheid regime of Zebrael and their genocide against the Palestinian people, or something light-hearted, like the time a little Sunfish mistook my penis for a worm when I was a toddler.

        So, FUCK YOU FARCECRAP, AND FUCK YOU ZUCKERTURD, TWICE, BECAUSE YOU HAVE ZERO PERCENT CONTROL OVER THIS WEBSITE.

        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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          Veterans Day Message to All

          Veterans Day was originally known as Armistice Day, a day that was established in remembrance of the end of World War One by all the countries that were involved, took part in, fought in, that war. It was meant to be a solemn day with a moment of silence to not only remember the horrors of that first world war, but also to be a reminder of hope for the masses, never to allow a war like that to ever happen again. Urged on by major veterans’ organizations, the United States government changed that day of remembrance to Veterans Day in 1954.

          There has been a rising of thought that we should change it back to Armistice Day. I’m all for the change, but I suggest we call it, “Butt-Fuck Day”. Before I explain why, let me just say for the sake of all those that would get their panties in an uproar, or be offended by my language, stop reading this article right now. My intent is to shock you, not to offend you. If you are okay with my use of offensive language and are not shocked, read further.

          If you are a “Sheeple”, you actually believe the “Shepherd” when he says, ” This ain’t going to hurt a bit” as he grabs your back feet and shoves them into his boots and begins to butt-fuck you. In fact, in spite of the painful abuse, as a Sheeple, you are pre-conditioned to accept the pain as pleasurable.

          Those people that have recognized that it IS abuse, and are constantly sharing this “Truth” with the Sheeple, are doing so first out of disgust, and secondly out of compassion, and thirdly out of concern. Along with this disgust, compassion, and concern, is the overwhelming desire to help rid the world of the “Butt-Fucking Shepherds” and enlighten the masses of Sheeple that they can have a better life “Down on the Farm”.

          I ask the abused Sheeple, who are the Shepherds? We have been telling you for years. If the pain is finally recognized for what it really is, you, the Sheeple, will also recognize that the Shepherd’s words of reassurance that “It ain’t going to hurt one bit”, were for the Shepherd’s benefit only, not yours.

          The leaders of this pack of sodomizing Shepherds in Western “Civilized” countries, controls the vast Military/Industrial Complex (the boots), the Main Stream Media (the words of assurance, “this ain’t going to hurt one bit”) and the Political Machinery (the butt-fuckers).

          Those of us that know the truth cannot simply ignore the abuse that the Sheeple are unknowingly suffering, because we ALSO feel the pain by proxy through the vast amount of dollars being spent supporting the Military/Industrial Complex, i.e., the tax dollars, and the loss of human lives because of wars.

          The ONLY way to stop this insanity is to take the “Boots” off of the Shepherd’s feet by eliminating Imperialistic aggression in foreign countries, and reducing the “Foot-Print” of those “Boots” (closing bases on foreign soil), changing the MSM’s message from one of a “Propaganda Mill” to a message of “Truth”, and finally, chasing the “Shepherd” off the farm.

          Those of us that know the “Truth”, (and some of us have known it for a long time), cannot be satisfied with just yelling out our disgust, compassion, and concern from the fence as we witness this butt-fucking of the Sheeple that’s been going on for decades, we MUST take action to remove the “Boots”, expose and change the “Propaganda”, and kick the “Shepherds” off the farm. To those that know the “Truth”, if you haven’t already felt the pain, you will soon enough because we ALL are getting “Butt-Fucked” by proxy.

          Armistice Day, a day established as a day of remembrance and hope to never have wars like the first world war ever again, was changed here in the good ole’ USA in 1954 by U. S. veterans who stole the day for themselves. It radically changed the very idea of the day into a day to salute our veterans who died and/or survived the wars that they fought in, and killed a lot of Gooks, and Nazis in. The problem is that they also killed millions of innocent men, women and children. “Hooyah”, “Oorah”, and “Hooah”. Here’s another battle scream just for those for those that enjoyed killing innocent people, “Fuck You” (I’m not going to say, “Thank you for your service”). If you are suffering from PTSD, I can help you.

          P. S. The veterans that survived “War” and came home suffering from PTSD, many of them suffer from that terrible affliction BECAUSE they recognized the insanity and horrors of war and their recognition of their own participation in the insanity and horror, i.e., conscious of their involvement. Reminds me of the Colonel Kurtz character played by Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now, “The horror. The horror”

          WAKE THE FUCK UP, SHEEPLE!!…..and “Happy Fuck You Day”.

          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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          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

           

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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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              Calculated Cruelty, Viciousness and Malice Aforethought

              Originally published October 30, 2019, and updated on June 5, 2020

              The human species is just slightly above chimpanzees in that if you have ever watched the interactions between two groups of chimpanzees that are battling each other, you will notice their cruelty. A crude but “Calculated Cruelty” with “Viciousness” that is a naturally instinctive behavior. They literally tear each other apart, instinctively.

              The difference between human beings and chimpanzees? Chimpanzees cannot stop or prevent their cruelty because they have no “Malice Aforethought” and their actions are completely instinctive. They can be cunning when they fight, and viciously cruel to each other, but they do not have the ability to plan ahead with malice aforethought, or let’s say, decide that their cruelty is wrong, suddenly stop fighting, and embrace in some display of compassion or empathy, they are just viciously cruel, it’s part of their instinctive psyche.

              Humans only have a slight edge over chimpanzees because we have the ability to decide right from wrong in everything we do and we have within our psyche, the capability for “Malice Aforethought”. As humans, we have the ability within ourselves to instantly switch from vicious and calculated cruelty to sudden compassion and empathy, chimpanzees do not. The negative difference for us as humans, is that we also can be much more cunning in our cruelty and viciousness towards others because of our “Malice Aforethought”. Just like when someone plans a horrific attack on another person out of revenge, jealousy, or for other reasons, and they planned it for days, weeks, months or even years, they are said to have had, “Malice Aforethought” before they committed their crime.

              When humans are cruel and vicious, like those chimpanzees, they express their cruelty in a calculated, methodical manner, more so than a chimpanzee because their “Calculated Cruelty and Viciousness” includes the ability to have “Malice Aforethought”.

              Humans typically are not considered vicious or thought of as killing someone else with calculated cruelty when they are defending themselves, their families or property, and are said to have responded instinctively. Humans are considered vicious with a calculated cruelty and viciousness when they are murdering prisoners as an example, like videotaping their beheading of a person to show the world that they are in control. Their perverse viciousness and calculated cruelty was obviously with “Malice Aforethought” to express their ideology in an extremely inhumane manner. A serial killer that murders their victims in an especially horrific, vicious, and cruel way, have done so with a perverse and calculated mindset, without any “Malice Aforethought” because they thought what they were doing was “Normal” behavior to them. They usually are considered insane.

              We train our military to carry out their mission and kill the enemy with a calculated cruelty and viciousness. That calculated cruelty, that viciousness including malice aforethought, is seen as heroic, yet in so many cases, our soldiers return home mentally damaged and with a psychosis we call PTSD. Many commit suicide, or kill others, then commit suicide, usually with no malice aforethought because we have succeeded in turning them into chimpanzees, incapable of feeling remorse, empathy or compassion, no longer able to end the madness that has invaded their psyche.

              Some of them are recruited into our various “Law Enforcement” organizations, sadly, with no real Psych Evaluations or proper training. Then, they are sent to the State of “You know What” in the Middle East for training by the IDF, a really bad decision. I’m not saying that the dude that murdered that fellow in Minneapolis was an Ex-Veteran with PTSD, but for certain, he placed his knee on that fellow’s neck with calculated cruelty, and viciousness, including malice aforethought. For that, that Minneapolis Police Officer should be tried by a jury and found guilty of his crime, BECAUSE of his calculated cruelty, and viciousness including his malice aforethought.

              Giving a platoon of chimpanzees AK-47’s is as ludicrous and no different than training a soldier to kill the enemy with malice aforethought, which is calculated cruelty and viciousness, just like those chimpanzees with automatic weapons. The only difference IS that a human can have that malice aforethought, and a chimpanzee cannot. Soldiers, chimpanzees, pretty much the same to me, that’s why I vote for ending all wars and armed conflicts, and one of the many reasons to reduce our military presence globally, and to bring our soldiers home.

              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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                “My Golden Calf is better than your Wooden Monkey”

                WORSHIP

                “Adoration or devotion comparable to religious homage, shown toward a person, deity or principle”

                I like this particular “Dictionary” definition and think that it is the most accurate of all the many dictionary definitions in that it includes the “Worship” of a person. I added the word “Deity” to make the definition complete.

                FAITH

                “Confidence or trust in a person, thing, or concept. In the context of religion, one can define “Faith” as confidence or trust in a particular system of religious belief”.

                My one-word response. Gullibility.

                Throughout our species’ oral and written history, mankind has always worshiped SOMETHING other than themselves. Wither it’s a celestial body like the Sun, Moon, or Stars, an animal like a Snake, Monkey, Goat, a Golden Statue of an animal like the “Golden Calf”, or some other human being like a Pharaoh or a Greek God. Incredibly, even today, in some parts of the world, the person at the top in some cultures is worshiped as a “God”. It’s historically true that mankind’s “Religions” have killed more people than anything else has. Huge numbers of “Gullible” people involved.

                In modern history, some have even created their own “Religion” like that dude, L. Ron Hubbard, a relatively unknown science fiction writer at the time, that cleverly thought of a way to boost book sales by creating Scientology, which was about as real as his science fiction writing. Clever dude he was, and he laughed all the way to the bank.

                I submit for your thoughtful consideration, that our species is at a fork in the road with regards to man-made religions, and our ultimate destiny.

                “If someone can Love (worship) have “Faith” in himself or herself, they can then, and only then, truly love others as he or she loves themselves”.  In other words, make it simple. Cut out the middleman, cut out the “Golden Calf” in your life. I believe that by loving and respecting yourself, by our human nature, you will love and respect others as well.

                It’s exactly as, and encompasses the same principle as the “Golden Rule”. Treat others how you desire others to treat you. By cutting out the middleman (the Golden Calf in your life), you will no longer have a need to compete with someone else’s Goat, Snake, Golden Idol, or whatever they “Worship”. If they also have cut out their “Golden Calf” and love themselves, there would be no more competition for “Adoration or devotion comparable to religious homage, shown toward a person, deity or principle”.

                Think about this for a minute. If you love yourself, without asking or forcing someone else to worship YOU or your idea of GOD, as so many have done throughout history, you will have achieved something that ALL religions have failed to achieve since the beginning of our species’ oral and written history, and that is true love and respect for one another, true peace, happiness, and fulfillment in your life.

                So, I say, start your journey. Eliminate the middleman, the “Golden Calf” or whatever it is that you “Worship”. Love/Worship/Respect yourself always, it’s not that difficult a thing to do. As you do that, you will automatically find that you will love others around you as much as you love yourself.

                Endgame? No more competition creating Wars over different religious beliefs.  Peace, Respect, and Harmony for all. I know, easy to say, hard to do? Especially with all the negative Karma running rampant in our world today. I say begin with yourself first, then as you grow in this incredibly simple journey, others will be doing the same. It will catch on, and do so without all the “Mumbo-Jumbo, Hocus-Pocus, Praise-Be-To-Whatever” gullibility inducing bullshit. Your doctrine is the simplest of them all, love and have faith in yourself, follow the Golden Rule. Works for me, it will also work for you.

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

                TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

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

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

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                  “Grandpa, please tell me again what war and killing people was all about”

                  Let’s look at the honest truth. The facts are this. Zebrael, (new word for the current apartheid regime), has occupied Palestine since the United Nations declaration of recognition in 1948, a realization of the illegal “gift” of Great Britain to the Zebraists in 1917 with the Balfour Agreement.

                  Zebraism kidnapped Judaism a very long time ago. The true, faithful, believers and followers of the Judaic faith were charmed into believing that the Zebraists held the answers to centuries of indignation, rejection and persecution of their faith and its believers.

                  The fact is, the majority of the Zebraists were Eastern Europeans and not of the so-called “Tribe of Israel”. Despite their lack of heritage, the Zebraists just by the sheer numbers, had control of the Jewish heritage and grew in popularity amongst all the Jewish people. Except, for the indigenous Jewish people that DID have a true heritage in Palestine, which was a heritage of centuries.

                  As the influence of the Zebraists grew, since the late 1800’s, one can actually trace the historical rise in power and influence, aided by the dudes at the so-called top of the pyramid, the “Elite”, what Jesus today would call the “Money Changers”.

                  If one would do their due diligence by “following the money trail”, the historical records show that the Zebraists have been very much in control of most of the banking systems throughout the world, for a very long time. Add to that the elements of owning and controlling most of the Main Stream Media (MSM), ownership and control of many of the major industries that either are directly manufacturing weapons and other support products, or they own and control companies that manufacture products that indirectly support the vast military/industrial complex, and finally, ownership and control of the major political systems of the major countries like the United States.

                  One only has to look at the powerful influence of the Zebraists in the United States as an example. Ask yourself, why does our democracy allow dual-citizenship of many in Congress, i.e., citizenship in the USA and Zebrael. What would the general public think if our Congress folks had dual-citizenship, like US/Russian, or US/Cuban, or US/Iranian? Think about it. Again, follow the money trail, observe, if you will, just how much money the politicians in question receive from the Zebraist lobbies and organizations.

                  Putting aside all conspiracy theories, it is blatantly obvious that something is very wrong, and has been wrong for a very long time, and as the truth has been coming out over the past decade, more so in the past five years or so, ironically, via their own (Zebraist) controlled social networking platforms, people are hearing and responding to the truth, a truth that has been there all along I might add.

                  Our present-day situation is like watching a play-by-play of the same old game, only the “players” have been changing every couple of decades. The antagonists think that they can still control the masses, that they still can bamboozle the general populace with more “False-Flag” operations, spewing out “news” that they, the Zebraists want the people to hear and read.

                  I think I hear the “Fat Lady” singing now. Her voice is faint, as she is “Stage Right”, in the shadows, but she is coming towards the center of the stage, and her song is getting louder with each step she takes. What will happen when she blurts out that last refrain in a piercing champagne-glass breaking pitch?  Who knows?

                  I would like to think that the end of Zebraism as we know it, and a complete re-structuring of our world will begin. Re-structure of all of the world’s economic system, re-structuring of our attitudes towards one another, re-structuring of our entire societal systems.

                  In this re-structuring, which I believe will be positive for the human species’ evolution, we will see the elimination of reasons for war, therefore the elimination of the military/industrial complex. We will see the changes in priorities with the monies being spent on total elimination of hunger and famines, the elimination of many of the diseases that currently are still plaguing humanity. Our resources will be directed towards developing clean energy, reversing the effects of climate change, the re-building of so much of our world that has been torn by wars. I just ask you to think of the positive changes that will take place. Our species will become as one family, a family that is loving and caring, kind and generous, and forgiving.

                  Now many will reject this next part. Our species WILL abandon ALL man-made religions, which has been a huge contributor to conflicts/wars of aggression for thousands of years. But how can that be, you might ask? Simple answer. Enlightenment. Discovery. Awakening. Call it what you will, but it is a part of our evolution as a species. We will no longer have a need to claim that our particular “religion” is the true path to glory, to heaven or hell, to Planet Bezos, or whatever.

                  Which brings us back to the beginning of this essay. Predictions being what they usually are, just predictions, the fact is that if you study our evolution as a species, you too will sense that things HAVE to change at some point, and in fact, changes ARE taking place right now. Being an optimist, I prefer to see a future for our species and our planet that is positive, not negative.

                  One thing for certain is what has to take place in order for our species to realize the critical path we are on is fast approaching that “Fork in the Road”. Left fork, the possible extinction of our species, and the “Right” fork, evolution of our species to a new level, never before experienced. For those who wish to have a meaningful discussion on this essay, please feel free to contact me via farcecrap Private Message for now, and ultimately on another platform or by other means.

                  Being that I am an optimist, I believe that I will live long enough to one day hear my grandson say to me, “Grandpa, please tell me again what war and killing people was all about”.

                  Thank you for reading this.

                  P. S. As an Optimist and a Futurist, I believe we will find the peace I write about, eventually, if we can accomplish a miracle or two, or three before we get to that fork in the road. If you agree to all the wars, and you are a shareholder in several companies that manufacture weapons of war, it is beyond stupid, it’s insane, give yourself a Lobotomy. If you are a Zebraist, or support Zebraism, your just due is coming very soon.

                  For 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

                   

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

                   

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                    “I just want to kill a bunch of A-Rabbs”

                    Foreword: OK, so this is my post for Veterans Day. Please take the title for what it is, a sarcastic “Tongue in Cheek” remark about the war machine, and the senseless killing of millions of innocent people, and the displacement of millions of others due to war. Those of you that read my posts on a regular basis know that I am Pro-Palestinian, and an advocate for the end of all wars, an end to killing, and a advocate for peace. The statement is not an imaginary one. It’s a statement that has been made by countless young men who haven’t a clue what they are doing when they are sitting there talking to some military recruiting dude.

                    My opinion:  My opinions stated here are NOT necessarily in agreement with the overall thoughts and opinions of all the war mongering assholes that benefit from the Military/Industrial machine that our politicians and the richest Blood Suckers have created over the last three or four generations.

                    Think about it for a minute. Revolutionary War? Yeah, that one was necessary, the Tax on “Tea” was too high. Civil War? Maybe. It was good to free people from slavery, but the racist, bigoted attitudes and culture that remained after the fighting was over, sure hung in there for a good hundred years or so.

                    World War One? Yeah, I guess so, we had to get involved, as a follower in that one. World War Two? Okay, there was this dude named Adolf Hitler, AND the Japanese DID attack Pearl Harbor.   All wars and “Regime Change” opportunities (as our government sees it) have been funded on both sides by the bankers, some believe the Rothschild Dynasty.

                    Now here’s where we begin to go a little bonkers. Korean War. Nahhhhhhh, we had just experienced what happened as the result of WW2, AND the Military/Industrial Complex was realizing that war………created MONEY!!  The money dudes at the top of the pyramid had been funding both sides of wars for a very long time., So, what do we do, we “defend” South Korea from being taken over militarily by North Korea? One could argue that that war was OK too, especially for all the primary owners of stock in the…………Wait for it………..Military/Industrial machine.

                    Vietnam War. By this time, there was absolutely NO good reason to be there in the first place, and it was the first time our government used a “False-Flag” operation as an excuse to go to war in South Vietnam (Gulf of Tonkin Incident). Sure, again, the war mongers sell us on the story of defending South Vietnam from the “Communist” regime of North Vietnam. We got our asses beat, and they chased us out. Where are they today? I understand that the “Socialist Republic of Vietnam” has become quite the vacation destination.

                    By the end of the Vietnam War, the greedy Assholes that were in control of this great war machine called the United States of America, we’re used to making Trillions of Dollars and America became good at KILLING PEOPLE. As George Carlin once said, “We’re good at killing lots of………Wait for it……….BROWN PEOPLE!

                    Sure, we deterred the Soviet Union to the point of falling apart at the seams. And heaven forbid what “God” would think if we didn’t give billions to Israel. We started that whole fucking mess in the Middle East in 1933 when we first started drilling for oil. Ask ARAMCO, which stands for, “Arabian American Oil Company”. Ask STANDARD OIL OF NEW JERSEY (later known as Exxon), TEXACO, and Socony Vacuum (later known as Mobil). These were the first American companies to succeed where the French and the British just dabbled.

                    These first U. S. OWNED AND CONTROLLED Oil companies (think Rockefeller), were the first to successfully get involved with the Saudi Arabian Monarch in extracting the petroleum out of the earth!  To balance the region out, we invested heavily in the war machine of Israel starting way back in 1949. I guess that’s a good move, if you are a fucking war monger like the USA became, and you want to keep the Arabs in check, send Billions to the zionists. With regards to the Arabs, we gave them LOTS of money, and helped move them out of their Bedouin tents, and into the 20th century. We helped the Saudis build THEIR war machine too. Go figure. We sell more military equipment to more countries than all the other countries combined.

                    We are the most powerful country in the world, with the biggest military/industrial war machine on the planet, and we have been lobotomizing our own people into believing that we are “Defending” OUR country, OUR land, and OUR freedom, and I say, BULLSHIT! Had we spent all the trillions of dollars on figuring out a way to live in peace with the rest of the planet, I think we could have succeeded.

                    Of course, over several decades, our government decided for us that dictators had to go. We failed when it comes to Cuba, remember the “Bay of Pigs”? Then along comes the absolute insane “False Flag” known as 9-11. Our government used THAT to start the last war in Iraq, and eventually kill Saddam Hussein, even though our government knew that Saddam did not have WMD’s. I would have just sent in a SEAL TEAM. In other words, if you are going to practice what is known as “Regime Change”, that’s okay, just get it done quickly. I’m not so sure why Saddam was bad enough to go to war with (the zionists wanted it), but not bad enough for a single bullet between the eyes.

                    Here’s a radical departure from the craziness. Think about this for a second, how many billions do you think it would take to make Putin happy enough to declare himself a citizen of the United States of America, as we take Russia in as, I don’t know, as the 52nd state? Try to guess what our elections would be like if that were the case? (funny thought). We would offer the same deal to Xi Jinping, the President of the People’s Republic of China.

                    Point is, you throw a party, i.e., put several trillion tons of Gold on the table, and guess what? Putin, and every other leader including Kim Jong-un would join us in abolishing war, hunger, and all kinds of negative shit. The only problem with that is, the real wealth is controlled by just a few, and they are not going to give up that wealth very easily, if at all. If you haven’t already guessed by now, especially during the last Presidential Election and the one coming up, it doesn’t fucking matter who becomes the next POTUS. The last real POTUS was JFK, every one since then has been a “Puppet” to the greedy assholes at the top of the pyramid. I view all of this as part of the evolution of our species on this planet.

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

                    Thank you for reading this.

                    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

                     

                    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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                      So, you want to be a “Sniper” Part Two

                      Here’s another re-posting for Veterans Day.  Too many of our young men and women have died, come home from unjust wars for OIL and other really asinine reasons, maimed for life physically and mentally. I’m not “Celebrating” Veterans Day (USN Never Again, 1965-1969). So many of our sons & daughters have died by their own hand, in the past fifty years of insane wars that they never should have been a part of (it’s called Suicide). The numbers, compared to the actual number who came home in caskets, is staggering. Google the numbers yourself. This is just our “Brave” soldiers, so, let’s also not forget the millions of casualties and carnage our brave soldiers left behind.

                      All the deaths and destruction, in the name of Freedom and Democracy, and OiI/Money . It can’t get more insane then that folks. The young people that did take their own life, did so after suffering from mental issues like PTSD, physical AND mental issues, like missing arms and legs, but mostly, they were missing the ability to function as a human being because of the mental issues they struggled with.

                      You shouldn’t be surprised how mentally and emotionally disturbed your son or daughter has become, (or was before their suicide) when they are trained to kill people, and use that brainwashing to end the life of another human being, be it a so-called “enemy combatant” or an innocent man, woman, or child that just got in the way. How sad for the families they left behind. Some not only offed themselves, but they murdered others as well, like their entire families before killing themselves.

                      Our Veterans Administration (VA) and the VA Medical system has failed those young people, and that’s one of the primary reasons so many have, and will continue to, give up. They could not get the proper treatment, so they pulled the trigger, found a strong piece of rope, slit their wrists in a bathtub, and so many other ways of taking their own lives.

                      The insanity of producing a system in our society that basically brainwashes our youth into believing that they honor their families and their country by entering into the military service needs to be changed. Today’s youth are slowly waking up to the fact that WAR, and taking the life of another human being is insanity.

                      So, you ask, what can we do as a species to make a difference and a make a change that will stop this madness? End the wars. Stop investing in the Military/Industrial Complex. If you already have stocks in companies that manufacture ANYTHING used in wars, such as military aircraft, missiles, bombs, and all other items used to kill people, sell those stocks, re-invest in Cannabis stocks, or anything else that is not related to death and destruction.

                      Raise your children to love life, and to love all life in general. Teach them the ways of love and peace, not war. Give them all the love and support they need to grow and become part of society, not food for maggots. By teaching them something so basic as the Golden Rule, your sons and daughters, your grandsons and granddaughters, will still be alive to bury you or to sprinkle your ashes somewhere, someday, when YOU die.

                      I have written much on this subject and will continue to do so until I take my final breath. I believe with all my heart, that my six-year-old grandson will NEVER have to go to.

                      As I have said many times before, our species is coming to a fork in the road. I believe that as a species, we WILL take the “Right” road/path and enter into a new age. Just for the Halibut, let’s call it the Age of Aquarius.

                      In conclusion, try to muster up some “Common Sense”, and use that common sense, (looking at the past few thousand years) to make the right choices in life. Making the right choice will set the stage for our species to enter into an age of Peace, Love, and true happiness in life. This means getting rid of the “old” and nurturing the “new”. What a concept. Think of a world living the Golden Rule as so many wise men and women have been preaching all these years.

                      All of the great teachers and prophets in history have used the Golden Rule as their basic philosophy/teachings. Wake up your Good Karma, shake off your Bad Karma. End of story and the beginning of a new age.

                      If you agree, contact me. Let’s talk. Let’s organize. Let’s stop being like a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”. Join ITAD-NAO. Spread the word. Get involved. For sure let’s stop the insanity. You can choose to continue on the road you are on, or join myself and many others who have already joined. Again, the website is a tool, not a religion, and it is www.itad-nao.com  Feel free to “Private Message” me for further details/explanations, and discussions  that will answer all of your questions.

                      Thank you for reading this.

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

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

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

                      TheDeadArmadilloManuscript110119

                      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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                        Peace & Abide,

                        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                          Happy Fucking 4th of July?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                          Peace & Abide,

                          Dr. T.C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                            The day my car fell into a pothole in Ensenada

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                            Peace & Abide (La paz y la morada)

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

                              PTSD

                              Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                              TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

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

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

                              Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

                                 

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

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

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                                  THE GREAT UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET INTERVIEWS

                                  The Great Unknown Sock Puppet interviews Elmer the Porno Pupsicle (who was slightly toasted)

                                  Charactors:

                                  The Great Unknown Sock Puppet is reminiscent of “The Unknown Comic” from thirty years ago. A small tan sandwich bag, pulled over an athletic sock, pulled over my hand. Two googly eyeballs, and a CGI imposed set of human lips, talking.

                                  Elmer the Porno Pupsicle (who was slightly toasted), is a realistic looking lemon colored popsicle, with a tiny hat slightly resembling the top of a circumcised penis. Elmer also has googly eyes, and a CGI imposed set of human lips, talking.

                                  THE INTERVIEW

                                  The Great Unknown Sock Puppet

                                  “So Elmer, why are you a Pupsicle, instead of a normal Popsicle?”

                                  Elmer the Porno Pupsicle (who was slightly toasted)

                                  “It’s kinda funny you should ask that” (canned laughter). “You see, the only creatures that will suck me and lick me, generally are puppies…….full grown dogs, cats, kittens, rabbits, deer, parakeets, elephants (wild, not circus), etceteras”. (Canned laughter).

                                  The Great Unknown Sock Puppet

                                  “Interesting, (as he turns his head towards the camera), looking back at Elmer the Porno Pupsicle, who was slightly toasted….So do women (or some men), (canned chuckles), ever look at you, Elmer the Porno Pupsicle, who was slightly toasted and say”….”Darn it! If you were a popsicle, I’d lick you and suck on you until you were finished (gone) even if you do have a stick up your ass”. (Tremendous canned laughter).

                                  Tune in next week to my interview with BIG FOOT, yes, I am going to be interviewing a real live BIG FOOT right here on….

                                  OR

                                  THE GREAT UNKNOWN SOCK  PUPPET INTERVIEWS…….screen fades to an intro into a commercial, with a manly man’s voice saying, “And now a word from our sponser”. Commercial follows:

                                  First Scene or portion: A manly man (actually an ordinary man with a slight beer belly) is standing there in front of the bathroom mirror, vigorously rubbing EASEECUM Men’s Medical Miracle Skin Cream on his face neck and arms, then his hairless chest. The camera zooms in on the manly man’s facial skin, with a slight razor rash. The camera continues to zoom in, thru all the microscopic levels.

                                  All of a sudden, the scene is of the manly man lying in bed, squirting a healthy portion of EASEECUM Men’s Medical Miracle Skin Cream on his right hand……….Then the camera sees a blurry shot (“in motion, after all, this is motion picture quality Spoof Commercial”) to the manly man’s hand gripping his penis in a choke hold worthy of WWE, i.e., he’s masturbating, as the celebrity voice for the commercial is saying just as the manly man orgasmatically squirts a huge stream of cum, “EASEECUM will turn your rough, scaly arms and legs into skin so soft and smooth, you will think you are feeling a baby’s butt”. Then at the precise peak of orgasm, the manly man is screaming out, “OHHHHHHHHHHBABYOHHHHA”.

                                  Back to the zoom in of the bottle of EASEECUM, as the main celebrity voice is saying, “Only $9.99 per bottle (plus S & H)…..But wait! There’s more! Order now and receive a SECOND bottle absolutely FREE!!! (just pay separate s & h). Operators are standing by for your call! 

                                  Of course, throughout the commercial, the toll-free number is on the screen for a bit, then it disappears. The cleverness of the disappearing act on the part of the “toll free number”, is that as part of the audience, you think to yourself, “Shit, I should have written that number down”. After a slight pause, you are saying, “Melba, get me a pen and a piece of paper”….Thinks to himself, “I KNOW that they are going to show that number again”.

                                  I would like to actually film this, possibly for YouTube, if I can get help from a few professionals. So, if you are interested in collaborating with me, or you know folks that might be interested, let me know. Thanks.

                                  Strain: SeattlesBest1, harvested September 23rd, 2018

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                                  Peace & Abide,

                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

                                  Memes created on 12/26 &12/27/2018

                                  Wonderful starry night, sitting on my patio up here in the Los Padres National Forest, cup of coffee, Swisher Sweet Grape cigarillo, and some really fine Washington State home grown. I’d love to see the seven UFO’s I saw the other night…..

                                  I suddenly realized something interesting. Staring at this star-filled sky, if you stare long enough (ten minutes or so), the stars seem to appear like many slow moving UFO’s, not really……The stars ARE moving because the earth is slowly rotating……Duhhhhhhh!

                                  Strain: GRANDPASTOEJAM Harvested December 25, 2018

                                  Peace & Abide,

                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe,DD

                                  Here’s another one

                                  Wonderful starry night, sitting on my patio up here in the Los Padres National Forest, cup of coffee, Swisher Sweet Grape cigarillo, and some really fine Washington State home grown. I’d love to see the seven UFO’s I saw the other night…..

                                  I guess tonight’s the night to make a few “Memes”

                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe. DD

                                  Here’s another one

                                  Wonderful starry night, sitting on my patio up here in the Los Padres National Forest, cup of coffee, Swisher Sweet Grape cigarillo, and some really fine Washington State home grown. I’d love to see the seven UFO’s I saw the other night…..

                                  I guess tonight’s the night to make a few “Memes”

                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe. DD

                                  Here’s another one

                                  Here’s another one

                                  NEW YORK, NY – JULY 11: Dancers/TV personalities Karina Smirnoff and Maksim Chmerkovskiy perform at the “Forever Tango” Press Preview at Walter Kerr Theatre on July 11, 2013 in New York City. (Photo by Stephen Lovekin/Getty Images)

                                  Here’s another one

                                  Peace & Abide,

                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe. DD

                                  One last thought. I get a lot of traffic on my website/blog, and because of that, I thought it was time to encourage my friends/readers to visit my other major website www.itad-nao.com. I am serious about what the website says and what it stands for. So, if you got this far on this post, please take a few minutes and visit The International Tabernacle of Abiding Dudeism. Thank you.

                                  Strain: GRANDPASTOEJAM Harvested 12/25/18

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                                  Castiac Inn? Never again!

                                  THIS POST STARTED OUT AS CELLPHONE TEXT MESSAGING

                                  From Tom to Michelle:
                                  9:55pm. Decided to stay at the Castaic Inn down the road

                                  From Michelle to Tom:
                                  Oh wow I almost suggested it
                                  The sign says Jacuzzi tubs in the rooms…lol

                                  From Tom to Michelle:
                                  False advertising. Got here at 9pm, lady said pool & spa is open till 9:30. Put on trunks (didn’t take long to put my “stuff” in the room). Pool right across the parking lot from my room. My magnetic key card and the night desk clerk’s card would not unlock the gate. She calls the maintenance dude. He unlocks said gate.

                                  So, here I go. Stick my right foot in. Ice cold. I actually, after a long day, said “FUCKKKKKK!” out loud. Walk over to the Spa. Stick my left foot in. Another LOUD, “FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!” I walked up to this little bullet-proof window, you know, the window with the tray to exchange money for room card late at night.

                                  Now, the night clerk gal seemed pleasant enough and the maintenance dude was nice. With patience, I told this gal, “I don’t blame you, so don’t take this personal. Please tell the owners of this property that it is inexcusable NOT to inform guests that your “Spa” is not working, and the pool is cold enough for Walleyes to spawn”. Additionally, I told her to tell the owners that I expect to get some sort of remuneration for the false advertising.

                                  The funniest part of this whole story is that the desk clerk had two separate opportunities to inform me of the non-working equipment. First, when I called to confirm the room, and second, when I checked in. What she said when I was at the little window was, “Spa is “Under Construction”. I’m sure what she meant was the Spa and Pool hadn’t worked in years. I actually found reviews dating as far back as 2007, complaining of the non-functionality of the Jacuzzi and Pool.

                                  Also just as hilarious was the maintenance dude opening the gate for me and not warning me that the water was only fit for fish out of Icelandic waters, Hahahaha. He had to be thinking to himself, “Look at this crazy old fart, boy is he in for a surprise”………I think I just wrote a new blog post, Hahahaha.

                                  Postscript:

                                  The owner of this fine establishment is a fellow by the name of Paul Patel. He also owns the Travelodge in Canyon Country, California, south of here near Valencia. I’m at this very moment going to see if I can reach him by phone.

                                  661-993-5228 Paul Patel Cell Phone, left message

                                  The Patel surname is most commonly of Indian origin. It comes from the Gujarati language, an Indo-European language spoken in the western Indian state of Gujarat.

                                  The Hindu name originally translated as “headman” or “village chief.” It can also mean “farmer” from the Gujarati word pat or patlikh, for the owner/tenant of a piece of land. Patel can also be a nickname meaning “little head.” It stems from the word “pate” (head) and “-el” (little).

                                  Patel is one of the most common surnames in India. It is also a very popular in Great Britain, the United States, and Canada. The surname has also been modified to “Patil,” which is found more commonly in the Portuguese regions of India.

                                   

                                  While we are waiting for the owner dude to return my call, here’s some real bullshit from an article, “A Patel Motel Cartel?

                                  By TUNKU VARADARAJAN July 4, 1999, published in the New York Times magazine

                                  ”You must know the ancient Sanskrit phrase, Atithi devo bhava — The guest is God.’ Hospitality is in our culture,” he told me. ”It comes naturally to us. It is inherent in the nature of the Indian. It is natural for us to be in the lodging sector.” If that is so, I asked, how was it that hardly any of these people ran hotels before they came to America? ”It’s all about opportunity and example,” Rama replied sagely, starting into a speech about hard work.

                                  It’s now a few nights later as I finish this post. Mr. Patel returned my call the same day that I called and left him a voicemail. Let me first say, that in spite of the issues I spoke with him about, he was very nice to talk to. He listened, and at the end of our discussion (mostly one-sided, me), he agreed to refund 50% of what I paid for the one night stay. I still will not stay their again, but I do like the fact that Mr. Patel did not interrupt or brow-beat me. He did offer a few lame excuses.

                                  Peace & Abide,

                                   

                                   

                                   

                                   

                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

                                   

                                   

                                   

                                   

                                   

                                   

                                  Strain: SeattlesBest1, harvested September 23rd, 2018

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                                  I WAS ABDUCTED!

                                  I was abducted by Aliens three nights ago.

                                  It was last Friday night, normal routine, after dinner, I watched my favorite show on HBO, REAL TIME WITH BILL MAHR. Great show. It was approximately 10pm, had just won a huge pot playing No-Limit Holdem on my laptop. I cashed out, i. e., left the table, took a leak, went out on the front porch for a bong hit or two.

                                  I guess I had been sitting there, beer in one hand, a cigar in the other, for about fifteen minutes. My porch faces the street where I live, so when this late 70’s Lincoln Town Car pulled up, it was just, you know, weird. Two dudes dressed in black I think, with black hats (it was dusk, more towards early dark, when you can sort of see.

                                  The two strangers, now five feet from my rocking chair, are definitely dressed in black. They both were wearing the same black hats as well, and they both had on the same black sunglasses. I said, “Can I help you two fellows?”. One of the dudes said, “It is important that you come with us”.

                                  Now, I’m not a paranoid type of person, normally, but here I am, in my bathing suit, no shirt, barefooted, and a little stoned. I thought to myself, “Gee, I have no enemies, (that I could think of), maybe they are Cops?”. “Do you mind telling me what this is all about?” I asked. Maybe it’s the IRS? (I thought). “Kinda late on a Friday night for the IRS to be out and about, isn’t it?”, I queried.

                                  Suddenly, the second dude, the one that as yet had not spoken, removed his sunglasses. His eyes were glowing like red fiery coals, (I thought, maybe this is how you die and go to hell?). As He looked at me, I immediately felt weak, and also light. In fact, I felt light as a feather. It felt wonderful, yet strange. I’m actually floating towards the big black Lincoln Continental.

                                  The back door opened. That’s when I noticed it was a stretch limousine. I can only remember a portion of the trip. “On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair”……All the windows were open in the Limo, “Hotel California” a version by Luciano Pavarotti was playing on the radio. We rode for miles, out into the desert. I tried to talk during this road trip. My mind was talking up a storm, but my brain was not transmitting from my mouth (thought I had a stroke).

                                  I still felt like I was in a hazy dream, and as light, and high, as a kite. The high was not like a normal buzz, in fact now it was beginning to feel rather unpleasant, conjoined with the simultaneous terror that I was also feeling.

                                  When we finally stopped and got out of the car, I could see a huge glowing object about fifty yards from where our limo stopped. This was not some blinding light like you see in the movies, just a soft, warm glow, almost golden light coming from the strange object that looked to be saucer shaped, with a slight cigarness to it. Okay, so my UFO had a warm golden glow to it.

                                  The two dudes floated me up a ramp to the entrance of the “Golden Shape”, and from there, part of my memory is gone. The next thing I do remember, is lying on a very comfortable bed in some kind of room. The room was oval in shape, no windows, and the color of an eggshell and an abalone shell in color.

                                  I got out of the bed and walked around the room for a few minutes. “Hey! I’m not floating anymore”. Suddenly I felt that elevator feeling, like losing weight, definitely feeling as if the room was dropping, very fast. I want to say it was some kind of window that appeared, almost the width of the room. It was a port or “window” all right, but nothing I had ever seen. It was as if there was no glass, like I could walk outside. The view was so amazing.

                                  Lifting off the ground, this ship began to accelerate. I’m no rocket scientist, but I’ve seen a few Sci-Fi movies in my time. I am guessing that at that point, we are already past the speed of sound, as I could now see the blue of the ocean, and the entire western third of the United States.

                                  Weird how I felt like I was going down in an elevator, (with that losing weight feeling) when in fact I was in the elevator going up, and should have felt like I was gaining weight, not losing it. Within a minute or so I could see our entire planet, getting smaller, and smaller. Like the changing of a slide, the view changed to a view of our moon, getting closer, rapidly.

                                  Haaa, I knew it! I always thought the moon was a base or colony of ours. Great secret they kept from us all these years. I still had not met an alien. The last dudes I saw were the men in black, so flying on some airship of some kind, and approaching the moon, just made me think that the technology was ours (human), and that we had established a base on the moon.

                                  I also embrace the theory that the “Men in Black” type could be Human/Alien hybrids. The dudes that REALLY control and run things on our planet. Forget the Rothschilds, the Zionists, and the Military/Industrial complex. These dudes with the blazing red eyes are evolved way beyond them, and the Photoshopped reptile eyes on farcecrap are just that, crap. The question was, what the hell do they want with me?

                                  I’m too old to join the Space Force. As we approached, instead of going straight in for a landing, my view began to darken, first slightly, then rapidly as we left the light side of the moon and entered the dark side.

                                  As we got closer, I saw many circles of lights glowing on the surface of the moon. I saw dozens spread over what I assume was several miles. There were structures in between the circles of light, and they also emitted light from thousands of pinprick size holes. I later discovered that these structures were ten to twenty miles high, and those windows were not pin-pricks, but massive when seen up close.

                                  Another window in my room, or in this case, a door opened. I almost peed my pants. There, standing in the opening was Nikola Tesla. “You’re Nikola!” I exclaimed in wonderment. “No, my son, I am called Guntha37. “Come, follow me please” he said.

                                  Later he would tell me about his origin assignment utilizing DNA from Nikola’s grandfather” 250 years ago. Yes, Guntha37 was 250 years old, and one of the first “Human/Alien hybrids. Nikola’s grandfather, Nikita, had really good genes.

                                  Stay tuned to find out more. I will share things that will confirm many, many theories and debunk many as well, some things that we thought were the truth.

                                  To be continued……….

                                  Thanks for reading

                                   

                                   

                                   

                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

                                   

                                   

                                   

                                   

                                   

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                                  One lucky sperm equals a 54 year old child

                                  I just turned 70 a short time ago. I’m sharing this short story on FarceCrap in hopes that by doing so, I might be able to locate the person, (not sure if the person is male or female), that I fathered 54 years ago. I was 16 and the girl was 17. I wish I could remember her name.

                                  We met via my foster-brother, Marvin Jenkins. Marvin introduced me to her because she was infatuated with him, and he thought he could pass her off to me. I guess she bothered him whenever he was working at a Piggly Wiggly grocery store in South Minneapolis. Marvin was about 19, and engaged to be married, so I could see how he wanted to introduce me to her.

                                  Let’s call her “Susie”. Well, to make this a short story, Susie and I hit it off, instantly. The next day I was invited over to her house to listen to 45’s, smoke some weed, and mess around. Very quickly, we were naked in her bed and making love. Being my first time, (yes, I was a virgin), I came so fast, I didn’t think I had inserted my penis yet, and it was a huge load.

                                  Well, I guess our bodies were close enough that some of those sperm made it to their target. All it takes is one. I remember Susie was really wet at the time, so I suppose those little tadpoles had a pretty good stream to swim up. Before I forget, Susie”s parents were on a six week vacation in Europe at the time.

                                  We did not continue to pursue a relationship after that day, I guess because I disappointed her? Her parents came home the following week, and when I tried to contact her, her parents refused to even let me talk to her on the phone.

                                  About 6 weeks passed, and I finally went to Susie’s house. Her father answered the door, told me to leave. Two days later, I found out why I was not allowed to see her. I spoke to her best friend (can’t remember her name either). This friend of Susie’s said, “Well, I’m not supposed to tell anybody, especially you, she’s pregnant. Her parents are strict Catholics. They sent Susie to a Catholic Home for Pregnant Girls, somewhere in Canada. The baby will be adopted, at her parent’s request”.

                                  I never spoke to Susie again. Over the past 54 years, I have had so many different thoughts regarding this experience. If it was me, it was close to an immaculate conception, as far as my “Rocket Man with a Very Short Fuse” performance. Or, what if it was some other kid that got lucky? Or, what if it was Marvin, my foster-brother, after all, Susie was like, “Movie Starlet” beautiful. She was a real sexpot, i.e., liked sex. If you knew her, you might agree that I was seduced by an “Older” woman (one year older, hahahaha).

                                  Over the many years, my ego has convinced me that I’m the one. I’m the father of a 54 year old man or woman who has no idea who their (his or her) biological father is. If Susie is still alive, she probably doesn’t know who the adoptive parents are. That’s how those Catholic homes for pregnant girls worked. If you were giving up your baby for adoption, you were not allowed to know anything about the adoptive parents or their arrangment with the Nuns at the Catholic Home for Pregnant Girls.

                                  Susie, if you are still alive, and if I’m really the father of our child, please know that you both have been in my heart and on my mind for 54 years. Had I been allowed to be the “Father”, I would have loved and cared for the both of you.

                                  If by some remote chance you are a 54 year old person that found out you were adopted, and some part of this short story rings a bell, let me know. It’s probably a 1% chance that you and “Susie” found each other somehow. That’s the only way you would know about me, if your mother had told you this story. There’s a 99% chance that I will never know the answer to this short story. I wonder sometimes.

                                  Peace & Abide,

                                   

                                   

                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

                                   

                                  Strain: Grand-Ma’sBellyButtonLint, harvested August 30th, 2018

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                                  STUDY WAR NO MORE!

                                  SICARIO

                                  SICARIO is a Mexican term for hit-man, deriving from the Hebrew word “Siqariqim” a radical splinter group of Jewish Zealots, who operated during the time of Jesus and after to expel Roman rule from the province of Judea (knives/daggers their main weapon by the way). How about we train all the “Gun-Loving” White Supremacists to train capable, volunteer, Palestinians (and others) to professionally handle SNIPER RIFLES.
                                   
                                  Train five thousand teams of snipers plus their spotters (10,000 experts) and send them back to Gaza and anywhere else in the world where they are needed. For Palestine you could mix the teams up all along the Gaza border, have them “Shoot & Disappear” countless times, never staying in one place, until the world recognizes that the Zionists need to be scattered to the wind, perhaps bringing real peace and an end to Zionism.
                                   
                                  I suppose you could call it a “Revolution” or “Anarchy” if you want to, but it may very well be the catalyst that defeats the NWO, transforming the world into the NEW AGE ORDER.
                                   
                                  Just a thought. We could call them the UNITED SICARIO FRONT (USF) as part of the PEACEMAKERS OF PLANET EARTH (POPE). Trained, yet peace-loving, the USF are against war, against killing innocent men women and children, and are only sent out against the war-mongering.
                                  Peace & abide,
                                   Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                    Blowing up eggs, yes, they do explode

                                    You know you are an old fart, when you are sitting on your couch playing Texas Hold-Em on your laptop, and you smell something that you think at first is your next door neighbor grilling a steak on his patio, that’s for sure what it smelled like…….and then you hear an explosion of sorts in your kitchen and then you REMEMBER that 40 minutes earlier, you had put four eggs in a pot of cold water on the stove to boil for egg salad sandwiches later in the day. Continue reading Blowing up eggs, yes, they do explode

                                    LOVE YOUR PARENTS

                                    I was having a conversation the other day with a friend of mine who was sharing a few things from her heart. We will call her Mary. Mary was speaking, I was listening. She was sharing the fact that her 94-year-old Father was not doing well, and that she visits him every week.

                                    Now, the front part of this is the fact that the love in her life, John, had passed away just a year ago, after a short, painful battle with cancer. On top of that, while John’s cancer was diagnosed, and being treated, Mary also was battling recently discovered cancer. Continue reading LOVE YOUR PARENTS

                                    So, you want to be a “Sniper”……Sub-story, Law Enforcement Training and Psychological/Psychiatric Assessment (LET2PA)

                                    This discussion isn’t meant to be a negative thing about the law enforcement profession, our brave military who have served, or those who are still serving in the military for our country. It is meant to raise the subject up to a level that can be discussed, and inspire a real national debate on potential changes to the vetting process for admission, i.e., recruitment and training in our various branches of law enforcement.

                                    I have put years of thought, and one night (tonight) of writing into this. The recent culmination of my thought process, began with pondering the many recent unjustified killings of people by our law enforcement folks (cops) and the movie “American Sniper” which I am watching as I write this discussion.  To “Splain” this to you, let’s start off by taking this back to the 60’s and 70’s, the Vietnam War era.

                                    Now you may have been some city kid from St. Louis or Los Angeles, or maybe a farm boy Summa Cum Laude from Minnesota or whatever. There is a 99% chance that before you raised your right hand and swore to defend the Constitution and this country, you were just a normal dude. Normal and patriotic. With a normal upbringing, an average education, and a girlfriend who DID wait for you to come home, alive, from the war.

                                    WAR IS HELL

                                    During the Vietnam era, if you were a conscientious objector, you either escaped the draft by going to Canada, or you did what Mohammed Ali did, object, not leave the country, and suffer the consequences. If you were from a wealthy family, you got bone spurs like Trump. 89% of the young men accepted the draft, maybe 10% patriotically enlisted like I did, and 1% had bone spurs.

                                    Apply this same scenario to the Gulf Wars, up to and including the present day conflicts the USA is involved in. Except we have had a total volunteer military force since 1973. The military draft ended in 1973. Registration with Selective Service ended in 1975. So far, so good. THEN in 1980 registration for a possible draft was reestablished for men 18–25 years old.

                                    So the percentage of drafted was 0%, and the military services had to “sell” the glamour of service to country. For many, a large percentage of kids that grew up in the late 80’s into the 90’s  on violent “Shoot’em Up” video games, the prospect of shooting guns and shit was exciting to those generations of high school kids, now a few decades after the almost forgotten Vietnam War. It was for many, a huge carrot on a string. There wasn’t much in the way of protests going on in 1965 when I entered the service. By the end of the 60’s and into the early 70’s the protests took over the narrative at most colleges. The young and dumb had awakened during the era of the protests against war, and then dumbed down again in the late 80’s into the 90’s. Then along came 9-11 and a huge patriotic surge of young people to “Serve our country and get those evil bastards”.

                                    Now let’s take a look at what a “Soldier” is. The fundamental DNA of a soldier comes from his training. The basic part of that DNA that is a learned “Skill”, is how to kill someone with many different kinds of weapons.  A rifle. a pistol, a M2A1 50 caliber machine gun, a shoulder-held rocket launcher, many other types of weapons…..and your bare hands, feet and a #2 Pencil. We don’t train our soldiers to knit sweaters.

                                    The issue isn’t if it’s right or wrong going to war, we haven’t had a legitimate war since the Korean war (and even that one is questionable). Our soldiers who had fought and survived WWII, and the young patriots who were going to war for the first time, were going for real reasons, although the Korean war was not a repeat of the previous world wars, it still was thought of as a patriotic defense of liberty and justice for all, and defeating “Communism”. Who won? The North Koreans.

                                    We did not train our soldiers to knit sweaters. Marines and Army combat soldiers were trained to do one thing and one thing only….how to kill the “Enemy”. The Air Force was trained to drop bombs on the enemy. If you were in the U. S. Air Force, and you were lucky, you spent your entire four-year hitch in Germany or the UK or somewhere other than Vietnam.

                                    Tonight (November 2017) was the first time for me to watch the Chris Kyle story, a full length feature film that came out in 2014, three years ago. I purposely did not want to watch this movie when it first was released because of my personal feelings and thoughts about war, and killing. I decided to watch it tonight because it happened to be on TV, and I was really interested in seeing what my emotions and reaction would be. Watching it tonight, (movie just ended) and now that it’s over, I can say what my thoughts were three years ago, and what my thoughts and emotions reveal tonight. They are the same, in fact the story portrayed in the movie, about a Navy Seal Team sniper that spent multiple tours in combat in the middle east confirms my emotions and position on war itself, and the horrors that it brings.

                                    Let’s go back to the Vietnam era for a minute. For those that survived the war and are still alive, think about the men who served, came back, and at this very moment are mentally unhinged STILL, and homeless STILL. Some of us were lucky enough to survive the war, survive our physical wounds, and survive our mental wounds. Some of the living Vietnam veterans had a good life, became doctors, lawyers and such. They raised families. Some of the lucky ones, a small percentage of them, even though they had a fruitful, successful life, have hidden their mental anguish all their lives, fooling everyone including their spouses. Except for those “successful” veterans (again a small percentage) that have wreaked havoc and violence upon themselves, their family or the public. This product of war is also seen in every war ever fought, and continues with the wars that we are currently sending our children to.

                                    Which brings me to this important message or thought that I hope everyone understands and agrees with. I do not like war, in fact I despise war and killing. I am utterly ashamed that the United States of America spends Trillions of dollars on wartime activities, the continuing development of new weapon systems, for us as well as our allies. How does this relate to what we are discussing right now, you might ask? Think about this, if we didn’t have war, and had no need to develop and procure the latest MOAB’s (Mother of all bombs), and all the other tools of war, we would be spending those dollars on bettering our way of life.

                                    We would be building that new infrastructure that our country so desperately needs, building new Bridges, new Super Highways. We would be developing new sources of energy that didn’t pollute our planet. Health care for all, and I mean healthcare for the whole world would be free. With no war, no weapons, with peace and prosperity, there would be no poverty, no starvation. With no poverty, there would be no more crime, or at least a gigantic reduction in crime. In fact, so little crime that policing would be a communal thing, i. e., no more crime equals no more need for a large law enforcement presence. Think about it for a minute. If you COULD reduce crime down to next to nothing, why would you need police? Oh yes, I forgot, we still need someone to write you that parking ticket.

                                    One of my favorite quotes is “Follow the MONEY”. Another is “Money is the ROOT” of ALL EVIL”.  Think of the huge industrial base that supports and profits from war. Add up the dollars. Now spend that on Universal Healthcare for the Entire Planet. Spend it on Environmentally Friendly Power Sources. Spend it on saving other species on our planet, like the Fish, Animals and Birds. Spend it on the Arts. Spend it on renewing the forests of the world, like in the Amazon.

                                    Eliminate all war. Pretty simple solution, with a difficult path to completion. now back to the thoughts from earlier regarding soldiering, war and the connection to recruitment for law enforcement. If you came back from the Vietnam war, or any other war or combat deployment, and were overheard saying in a bar, “I loved killing those gooks”, or, “I killed over 600 of those goat fucking towel heads”, in my opinion, you are NOT really a good candidate for ANY law enforcement position.  If you happen to enjoy Skeet shooting using small kittens or puppies that are thrown up in the air, you are one deranged MF and need help.

                                    I say this because the real truth of it is that too many of the unjustified “Shootings” or “Chokings” or “Beatings” that result in the unjustified KILLINGS of our citizens, are because that particular officer was able to convince a jury that he or she was afraid for their lives. I’m sure there has been a few unfilmed murders where the law enforcement person “planted” a knife or gun AFTER killing that dude in the wheel chair.  I wonder how many knives are “planted” in Israel after they kill someone.

                                    This brings me to my major point. I am sure that most of our Law Enforcement agencies have a fairly comprehensive vetting procedure for new applicants or recruits. The problem is that it’s not enough.  Whatever they do now to evaluate combat veterans mental conditions or any other applicant’s mental fitness mostly ignore or just miss the combat experience  type of mental conditions that can re-surface during a traffic stop, serving a warrant, or raiding a Donut Shop.

                                    You don’t “accidentally” choke someone to death when they are telling you that they can’t breathe, especially if all Eric Garner was doing was selling “Loosies”. I’m not saying that the officer that killed that dude in New York with a choke hold was suffering from some mental disorder because of his proud service as a combat soldier somewhere, I am saying that regardless of his experience or lack of combat experience, he definitely should have been psychologically screened out and prevented from becoming a police officer in the NYPD. I might get sued for saying that, but I don’t care. If you can go so far as to squeeze someone’s neck until they are dead, for a fucking cigarette, you are sick. There should be special hospitals to treat and care for people that sick. The NYPD had previously banned the use of a “Choke Hold”. Eric Garner’s death was ruled a homicide. The officer was not indicted.

                                    If you shoot someone 14 times, and you don’t have a good reason to do so, you need to find a different vocation, and you need to be helped, preferably in a hospital, not a prison. Prison is not the answer…..For so many things. Yes, someone died. It wasn’t premeditated cold-blooded murder, that’s a whole other subject, but you did cause the violent death of another human being, so instead of punishment, we are going to put you in a mental hospital and cure you. I know, sounds outrageous, but in a Utopian world with no war, no crime, no police, the emphasis would be on “Treating” that police officer, instead of letting him go with a “Not Guilty” verdict.

                                    So, what can we do? What should we do? Strengthen the requirements and the expectations of our law enforcement agencies. Develop tests and procedures to weed out the dudes that should NOT be carrying a gun and enforcing our laws.

                                    The movie I watched for the first time tonight, “American Sniper” and the story it told, did not leave me feeling patriotic or wanting to join the military to become a “sniper”. It did confirm the feelings I have had all along, in fact feelings I have had most of my life. Sure, Chris Kyle was a hero. Sure he deserved a funeral attended by thousands. He was the greatest SEAL Sniper that ever lived. He didn’t die in combat, but he DID die in combat. The dude, Eddie Ray Routh, that killed Chris,  and another fellow, Chad Littlefield, I believe, had real mental issues that supposedly were not the result of combat experience. It is pretty clear in my mind, that he should have been rejected for military service to begin with. So war DID kill Chris Kyle? He was trying to help other veterans, which helped to heal his fucked up mind. I don’t think he should have joined the Navy in the first place. He could have remained a rodeo bull rider. You decide.

                                    The sad part is that he died because of an unjust war. Iraq is/was the prime example of an unjust war, along with the never-ending war in Afghanistan. Some would argue, “He died to save your ass, and to save this country”……BULLSHIT!! Soldiers like him have died for the military/industrial complex. FOLLOW THE MONEY!  If instead, there were soldiers fighting an enemy, foreign or domestic, within the United States, THEY would be justified in going into battle and killing as many of the enemy as he or she could, and they would truly be heroes. Unless you are defending our country, all other war is bullshit.

                                    Big assignment. Stop all war. In the meantime, at least scale it down. Change the world through peaceful attributes and attitudes. In the meantime, stop hiring people with hidden PTSD and other mental afflictions to be our law enforcement, i.e., “Police Officers”. I’m sure if cities and other jurisdictions followed what the FBI does for screening and training, we maybe wouldn’t have as many irresponsible people killing unarmed citizens. Although, the FBI could probably increase their awareness of mental unfitness as well.

                                    In the meantime, how about we put an end to sending various law enforcement personnel to Israel for training. They’re not learning how to fire their weapons. They are learning how to manage crowds (suppress). New techniques in “Storm Trooping” on civilians. I’ve never been on the receiving end of police brutality, but if I am ever stopped, or they break down my door by mistake, the first question I will ask the officer is if he has seen combat. If he proudly says, yes, Afghanistan, two tours, I will politely ask him to call in a supervisor, as well as obey every instruction he gives me.

                                    If they do the research, they will discover that most police violence is caused by the mental and emotional state of the officer, not the victim. It’s rare, but amazing, to see videos of police officers actually talking a person down from a life threatening moment, like a recent video wherein the officer verbally talked a dude with a knife into dropping the knife. THAT officer should get a special medal.

                                    I probably will add to this discussion from time to time with additional posts. For the patriotic type, I am a patriot as well, I just don’t believe in wars and killing people in other countries for their natural resources. If an enemy, foreign or domestic comes rolling down the street here in Phoenix, at 68 years of age, I will pick up my gun and defend our country.

                                    To be continued…..

                                    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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                                      Title: Sometimes I sound like a Motorboat…….Sometimes a Velociraptor!

                                      When I fart I can mimic sounds, thanks to my wonderful sphincter…..Sometimes they’re smelly and some times not, the worst was in an elevator……

                                      Sometimes I sound like a Motor Boat, sometimes a Velociraptor!…..Some people think their shit don’t stink, BUT I think we all know better…..

                                      If you hear me fart, right from the start, you might want to run for the exit…….You might think I’m suffering from Alzheimer’s disease, I call it “Cantrememberathingfuckinitus”…..

                                      Sometimes I sound like a Motor Boat, sometimes a Velociraptor!…..Some people think their shit don’t stink, BUT I think we all know better….

                                      My favorite one sounded just like a gun, and smelled like rotten bananas…..,I remember the time and the place, in a hospital elevator….

                                      Sometimes I sound like a Motor Boat, sometimes a Velociraptor!…..Some people think their shit don’t stink, BUT I think we all know better….

                                      Sometimes it sounds like I’m grinding up food, just like an Insinkerator…..If you listen real close, I think it sounds more like an Alli-gator…..

                                      Sometimes I sound like a Motor Boat, sometimes a Velociraptor!…..Some people think their shit don’t stink, BUT I think we all know better….

                                      That one sounds like a gaggle of geese, there goes an old lawnmower……Trying not to laugh, I pinch my cheeks, and change back to a Velociraptor!

                                      Sometimes I sound like a Motor Boat, sometimes a Velociraptor!…..Some people think their shit don’t stink, BUT I think we all know better…

                                      After putting my hands behind my back to see if my fart really lingered….If you looked at me, I’m trying to be, discrete as I’m smelling my fingers,

                                      Sometimes I sound like a Motor Boat, sometimes a Velociraptor!…..Some people think their shit don’t stink, BUT I think we all know better…

                                      Sometimes it’s LOUD, sometimes it’s not, watch out if I pull my own finger….I warned you before you stepped on aboard, “Take a different elevator”………

                                       Altogether now……..

                                      Sometimes I sound like a Motor Boat, sometimes a Velociraptor!…..Some people think their shit don’t stink, BUT I think we all know better….

                                       

                                      Strain: GrandpasBellyButtonLint, harvested October 23rd, 2017

                                      For those of you that have enjoyed reading my posts and pages, and would like to make a small donation in support of my writing efforts and intentions, I have now set up a PayPal account for you to contribute $1 or so, or you can send some Cannabis, homemade Venison Jerky or Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups , your donation is 100% tax deductible.

                                       

                                      Link to my letter to the Rolling Stones:

                                      Letter to the Rolling Stones

                                       

                                      My favorite patio chair versus “Boxer Shorts”

                                      How many of you have a favorite patio chair? When I had the beach house, I had a fairly nice patio chair that I covered, (completely) with an old Sheep-Skin Seat Cover from one of my old Mercedes When the kids were over with five or ten of their friends, they knew to warn their friends NOT to sit in Dad’s Chair. If I happen to be in the house and come back out, like from taking a leak or something, MY chair was supposed to be empty and available at all times. Continue reading My favorite patio chair versus “Boxer Shorts”

                                      My dog “Willy” died this morning, I’m sooooo sad

                                      “Chat” Conversation in an online poker room about three years ago

                                       

                                      JanetReno1: NH

                                      Me: TY

                                      JanetReno1: YW

                                      CanuckLver: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

                                      Me: “She probably has “Dial-Up”

                                      Me: Hahahahahhahahahaahhaaha

                                      JudyMN72: LOL

                                      Me: My dog Willy died this morning

                                      JanetReno1: Ohhhhhh, how sorry I am for you

                                      JanetReno1: NH

                                      Me: TY

                                      JudyMN72: That’s too bad….How old was he?

                                      CanuckLver: What kind of dog was he?

                                      Me: Willy was 17 years old, one of those Lhasa Apso’s, had him since he was a puppy

                                      JanetReno1: Are you bullshitting us? I don’t think dogs live that long

                                      CanuckLver: Some breeds live a long time. My grandmother had one of those Lhasa’s, and she lived for 14 years. I guess 17 might be the record, ehh?

                                      Me: Willy and I were inseparable. Ever since he was a puppy, he rode in the car with me and went everywhere I went

                                      JanetReno1: My heart goes out to you. How big a dog was he?

                                      Me: Not quite a lap dog, but he was small enough to get comfortable on your lap. He weighed about 25 pounds when the Vet weighed him this afternoon

                                      CanuckLver: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, hurry the fuck up lady!

                                      JudyMN72: Whaaa? Did you have an autopsy done?

                                      Me: Dr. Gulbransen, the Veterinarian had been seeing Willy for darn near 10 years. One time, along time ago, he asked if I would be interested in donating Willy’s body to science, i. e., he wanted to study Willy’s brain as part of a University grant he had to study aging in dogs, and specifically, why breeds like Lhasa’s live so long

                                       JudyMN72: So, you donated Willy’s body, and the Vet cut him up to look at his brain

                                      Me: Yeah, it was cheaper than a doggie funeral

                                      CanuckLver: So, you have us all in suspense now…..

                                      JanetReno1: Yes, tell us, did Willy just die of  “Old Age”?…………NH

                                      Me: TY

                                      Me: So, anyway, this morning I had to stop at my dealers place to pick up some weed. It was my first time to see where/how he lived. Prior purchases were always done at the Fry’s parking lot on 91st and Olive

                                      CanuckLver: So what’s that gotta do with your dog dying, c’mon…..

                                      Me: My dealer, “Hay-Zeus” (Jesus) raised Pit Bulls, and Willy got outa my truck and walked with me up to the front door. Willy could hear the barking out in the backyard as we walked up the walkway to the front door.

                                      Me: Hay-Zeus opened the door, I asked if it was OK to bring Willy in, and he said sure, don’t worry, my dogs are polite……and trained well. I bought a couple of ounces, and Hay-Zeus took us out to the backyard to meet his dogs. 

                                      JudyMN72: Shit! I think I can see where this is going. Did his Pit Bulls kill Willy?

                                      JanetReno1: GH

                                      CanuckLver: TY

                                      Me: Not exactly

                                      JudyMN72: So what happened? You said he didn’t die of old age

                                      Me: Well, it’s really sorta unusual, the way Willy died. “Sally”, one of Hay-Zeus’s female Pit Bulls was in heat.

                                      CanuckLver: LOL. I can see where it’s going now….

                                      Me: Although Willy was 17 years old, sorta senile, and terribly arthritic, blind in one eye, he could still get a woody. It happened so quick, that all Hay-Zeus and I could do was stand there and watch.

                                      Me: GFH

                                      JanetReno1: GH

                                      JudyMN72: TY

                                      Me: Anyway, for a small dog, Willy had a big dick. His little red rocket was huge. He and Sally hooked up immediately. She “acted” surprised, (probably at the size of Willy’s pecker), and started spinning around and around and around, almost like chasing her tail. I think she was trying to shake Willy off. They were stuck.

                                      CanuckLver: LOL

                                      Me: Going around and around in a tight circle, Sally the Pit Bull getting fucked by Willy the Lhasa Apso, around and around, Hay-Zeus says, “maybe I get the hose?”. 

                                      JudyMN72: OhhhNoooooooo!

                                      Me: Anyway, they spun in a circle so fast, still “attached”, that all the blood had drained from Willy’s brain for a minute. As soon as Hay-Zeus introduced the two dogs to the hose, they were free and stopped in their tracks. For Willy, he stopped DEAD in his tracks, cause the Vet said the flowing of the blood back into the brain caused his stroke. The stroke was a major one. Willy just looked up at me, closed his eyes, and dropped dead. Yes, Willy was a good friend. I’m glad he died with his boots on. Wonder what the puppies are going to look like. I think the Vet cut Willy’s dick off and put it in a jar of formaldehyde. Odd?

                                      P.S. I won the game

                                      For my faithful readers that are aware that I’m finally working on “The Dead Armadillo” story, 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”.

                                      DeadArmadilloInManuscriptFormat022521B

                                      Here, for your viewing pleasure, is a recent documentary titled, “The World is My Country” Produced and directed by my friend Arthur Kanegis, this documentary is about the courage and beliefs of Garry Davis, who after serving as part of a U. S. bomber crew during World War Two, recognized the insane futility of wars in general, and gave up his U. S. citizenship, becoming the first person to declare the “World” as his “Country”.

                                      You will be touched and hopefully inspired as well, as it is a film of hope and vision.  it is well worth your effort. Please share.

                                       

                                      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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