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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

Here’s the “Link” to the podcast:

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

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You should have seen the pandemonium when someone sneezed at Walmart today

Joe Rogan Experience #1447 – Tom Segura, Mar 25, 2020

The “Cover” image which I thought was was kind of funny, I swear, happened accidentally, as I hit pause at that precise moment, so I created a Meme out of it, hahahahaha. The following image “Quote”, was an alternate choice. Vote on which one you think is funnier.

Well it looks like I’m going to be writing a review on this episode. I wonder how may days THIS one is going to take? OK, off the bat, the discussion about the gruesome shit, (dude’s faces getting chewed off by a Bear, etcetera), is NOT that entertaining at least for me, and perhaps not that entertaining for a majority of your fans, so get off of that shit, you both are too funny not to be entertaining,

Joe, you’ve been coughing a little bit this past week or so, go see your doctor, and please cover your mouth when you sneeze in your local Walmart.

Here’s what happens when someone sneezes at Walmart

 

Joe, Italian IS a “Beautiful Language” and it’s known as one of the “Romance” languages, along with Spanish (Castilian in my opinion), Portuguese, French, and Romanian (believe it or not). Here’s a funny video of a bunch of Mayors in various Italian towns admonishing their people”

 

Have you heard about the new virus, “Moronovirus?”

 

Here’s a new “Made in Italy” virus, “The WOP-a-Rooni” virus

 

How about the “Kikel-Tov” virus

 

Then there’s the “Wasi’chu Flu”, Very few will understand this one. It really depends on what “Native” language you speak/understand.

 

Let’s not forget the “Cohee-Itus” Flu

 

And finally, a Meme about the most horrible disease of them all. A fairly large percentage of people of the Judaic religion as well as most of the rest of humanity abhor this disease. More people have died directly and/or indirectly from this terrible disease than all other transmittable diseases combined.

 

Don’t fret, here’s one last Meme from tonight,

 

 

Joe, you’re show is never just a “Distraction” for me, as you can see, that is IF you  ever come to my website and actually read my reviews of your show, I have been inspired quite a bit by things you say, and things your guests have said, or the “Topic” at any given moment in your podcast, and I thank you for that.

Joe, this particular episode, I noticed that when your assistant has pulled up a video that you are talking about, you didn’t show the video to your audience like you usually do at least 99% of the time, specifically, the “Rocket Flat-Earther Dude” this time. I do like it when you do give your audience a screen-shot of whatever you are looking at, at the moment because at least if we can’t find it, we’ll have at least seen it on your program. I know you probably will never read this review, but if by some remote chance you do, please take note of what I just said, thanks.

With regards to your brief conversation about Tom Hanks, Steven Spielberg, the Hollyweird “A” List and “Pedophilia, I think both of you are certainly allowed to express your own opinions, but until shit like that is either totally proven or disproven, you should not be lumping everyone into one big pile of what you call, “Morons”.

Obviously, there IS some shit that’s been going on for a very long time, and guess what, Weinstein is not the first and only case of abuse, in his case, it was against women. Pedophilia is real, and who’s to say who’s been fucking who in Hollyweird. That little girl-star that was a Spielberg actress in “Poltergeist”, Heather O’Rourke, was fucked in the ass and died of Intestinal Stenosis! If you or anyone else were to look up the cause of Intestinal Stenosis, they would find the following…Any trauma to the anal canal. In women, childbirth is a common cause. Other causes include the insertion of a foreign object, and anal intercourse. Not sure what anyone else thinks but my bet is she did not come to her demise after giving birth to a child. So, hold your own fucking coffee on that one because we really don’t know the truth regarding Hanks, Spielberg, or anyone else in Hollyweird for that matter. Like I said, unless you KNOW the truth and can share it with the world, I don’t think you should be lumping all the people that DO believe there is something to this “Hollyweird Pedophilia” shit into “your” predisposed judgement/viewpoint as you label those people as “Morons”.

I’m sort of glad that the Pedophilia discussion was close to the end, cause I have to say, for this show being two fellow stand-up comics chatting, this entire show was mostly depressing, and not entertaining, as far as the direction your conversation was going, and that, for an entire Two Hour, forty-One Minute, and Eleven Second Show. My rating? Two and a half “Stars” out of Five. Pretty much, not funny, and I was expecting funny. Sorry. I did have fun creating my Memes though, so, thank you for that.

P. S. It only took me three hours to watch and review this particular episode. I can see why Joe cut it an hour short, as his shows are normally three hours. He probably felt the bad vibes about the whole thing as I did. Thanks for making it only a two-hour show Joe.

P. S. S. I find it kind of interesting, and telling, to see the differences between a person that IS funny, but perhaps only funny when he or she is performing their memorized “Routine” as I would imagine that so many professional “Stand-Up Comics” ARE quite capable of doing.  Funny on stage, and MAYBE a little funny during a real/normal conversation, like tonight as I watched this episode with Tom Segura. He was okay, made some funny comments, but compared to Duncan Trussell who is a really super-intelligent dude, and naturally funny, Tom Segura was duller than a Popsicle stick. No offense Tom, I’m sure you are hilarious on stage, but you did not come off as a “Naturally Funny” dude without your script in front of you. I might be wrong, maybe you or Joe, or both of you were not feeling well during the “Live” taping, which if that was the case, I hope you paid a visit to your doctors. The other real possibility is that with all this Corona Virus shit going on, and the “Self-Isolation part of it, maybe that’s what has affected you dudes? Anyway, as far as I see it, the comparison, and forever “Bar” that people need to reach for as far as I’m concerned is Duncan Trussell. He is a person with I’m sure a “Genius Level IQ”, has a “Natural” gift for conversation over an extremely broad range of subjects, and says some really funny shit along the way, that’s the difference between someone like Segura and Trussell. Some may really enjoy this particular episode, so enjoy.

Here’s the link to the episode, if anyone is still interested:

 

ATTENTION!!

If you are reading this review and you happen to be a real friend of Joe Rogan, or you have a great connection to him, please share the following with him, as I think the “Timing” is right, and the opportunity to interview John Barbour live, on stage in Las Vegas is an awesome idea!

I have just decided to “Executive Produce” the following. This has become a priority project for me when I get back to LA. Executive Producers: John Barbour, Joe Rogan and yours truly.

The “Joe Rogan Experience” live, on stage in Las Vegas, with John Barbour as the premiere/inaugural  guest. I think the entire concept should be appealing to Rogan, and with John being the inaugural guest! Such a deal!

Project will plan for a two and a half hour show with one intermission which will allow the sole advertiser to sell it’s brand new mid-engine iconic sports-car (guess who and what that is. I want mine in Black with Red Leather interior).

The “Intermission”, 12 minutes in length, will not be presented to the live audience in attendance. The network that carries the program “Live” as well as the DVD and Internet version, will present this “Advertisement” for an iconic world-class super-car, equivalent and superior in many ways, to exotic automobiles costing at least twice as much, or more. An “Oscar-Worthy” documentary-style short film/advertisement that will keep most people glued to their TV’s for the duration of the Intermission, “Hey Martha, please grab me a beer and some more Reeses Peanut Butter Cups and Venison Jerky while you are in the kitchen”.

This show will be set in a small Las Vegas theater, perhaps at the Bellagio, with no more than 75 people in the audience so it remains intimate for them as well as for John and Joe @ $75/per person. A one-off show that turns into a contract for 12 more at one show per month with the most intriguing guests that can be procured.

This “Live Audience On-Stage” podcast in front of Joe’s peers, i.e., (an audience filled with his comedian and MMA friends as well as friends of John Barbour) will be a first, which is why HBO or Netflix will buy the rights to it as we intend to market/auction the “Idea” of the first “Live Podcast” to HBO, Netflix, and others.

The set. We intend to duplicate the look of Rogan’s own little studio/man cave as much as artistically possible, but on a stage. The “Desks”, will be facing each other, but at enough of an angle that Joe and John will still feel like they are facing each other, and the audience will feel like John and Joe are facing them as well. The co-joined desks, forming a triangle, will place Joe and John at at a 90-degree angle with the base of the triangle facing the center of the theater audience. The back-drops behind the two desks will be similar to Joe’s studio/man cave so those who watch the taped-video version on-line who are fans of Joe’s YouTube podcast, will see/feel the familiarity and feel right at home.  

Here’s an announcement to the audience towards the end of this first show, “The DVD of John’s JFK documentary is available at the tables in the back”. (Along with T-Shirts and other good shit) Hahahaha. Along with copies of Dr. Saxe’s new book, “How I turned a Brain-Fart into a Las Vegas Show”. Autographed copies, of course. Anyone interested in joining the team, please do not hesitate to contact me.

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

TheDeadArmadilloManuscript062120

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.

 

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

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Fingerprints and Assholes, no two are the same

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Click on the following link:

https://youtu.be/NaPKrZTUoUs

 

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”

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

www.itad-nao.com

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I wonder just how old that dog turd really is?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Think about it.

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

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

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

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

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

Let’s talk about Platform & Issues for a moment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Total Separation between ANY religion/cult, and government

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

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

https://youtu.be/_JyDayMOK-g

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The United World Citizens Militia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monetary System

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

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

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

Population Control

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pick me” Pick Meee!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

Wake up folks!

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

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

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“Roasted Marshmallow”

This little story is for all the “Old Farts” out there, or other unintentional victims of the same issue. I suppose I could also add this to my “Stand-Up” routine.

You know this can happen to you, or perhaps it already has happened to you. It’s two o’clock in the morning, and you are finally getting ready to go to bed. In my case, I’ve been writing literally all day and night. As I’m standing there a thought goes through my mind that I will share in a moment.

So, I lay down, get all snugly with my blankie and full-body pillow between my legs, and I reach back just to scratch an itch on my ass. While I have my left hand down there, I non-nonchalantly or maybe habitually, explore the actual anus with three of the fingers on my left hand.

Now, 364 out of 365 nights out of the year they come back clean as a whistle (not that I would EVER take a casual whiff of those three fingers), I just instinctively have known by touchy-feely that my anus WAS clean as an unused Adult Depends.

Well, this time, by touchie-feelie, I can tell right away that I have a teeny-tiny piece of cookie-dough-soft poop on my finger. So, what do I do? I momentarily think, “I’ll just wipe my fingers off on my sheet” and go to sleep. Immediately rejecting that thought, realizing that sometime during my sleep, I MIGHT just scratch my face, or nose, in spite of being warmed and snuggled by my blankie, I got up and walked a few feet to the bathroom.

Now, first of all, I have to confess, I did smoke a bowl of my Ensenada Sunrise tonight, and as I’m standing there, after turning the light on to reveal this “Roasted Marshmallow” consistency shit smeared on the tips of three fingers, I reached for the toilet paper and used up that last three sheets on the “Active” roll, after struggling of course to detach that last three sheets from the roll, because that last sheet IS attached to the roll with super-glue. It barely put a dent in the crap on my fingers, which is now smeared by your efforts.

Grabbing another roll would have been easy if the rolls were already out of the fucking package and sitting on the shelf in front of me, BUT NO! You have to maneuver the package with three rolls (was a 4-roll package) with one hand and a knee because the three rolls are still snugly wrapped in their plastic package, and your left hand is as “Useless as Wings on a Penis” at that point.

Now it gets even stranger, and as this next “Act” unfolds, the new roll that is finally now in your right hand ALONE, is being a little stubborn. Try peeling off the starting sheet on a fresh roll of TP, it’s not that easy, one-handed (left hand waiting in the wings, so to speak).

So, I finally accomplished getting the “First Sheet Start” task completed, and as I rolled off about ten sheets, it all came off in narrow a ribbon-sort-of configuration. Because it was a two-ply TP, I now had twelve to fifteen “Confetti-tized” strands of that inaugural TP in my right hand……..try using THAT one-handed.

Using that for starters as I start wiping off the three guilty fingers on my left hand and now laughing out loud to myself , I thought of that first time that I was going pee-pee, before going to bed, as I finished taking my final pee and “shaking it”, I thought to myself, “I should wipe before I go to bed”. It’s been about three hours, maybe four, since I had my last bowel movement, and I know that I was clean as Jeffrey Epstein’s Beach Pad in Tel Aviv because with his money I’m sure he has a maid, (yes, I think he’s still alive)  then, but ok, so I did fart a few times over the course of the evening after my BM, so, oh well”. I went to bed without my routine “Anus Check/Wipe”

Point is obviously, it was a bit more than just my routine farts. That was the first thought that occurred to me as I was laying there, all comfy and cozy, with the slight hesitation, “Wipe on sheet? Get your ass out of bed and go to the bathroom, it’s a small turd”. I was still laughing at myself when I finally went to bed.

The moral of the story. Everyone, not just old farts like me, (this post is really directed to the men, because we all assume that women wipe both front and back holes after urinating) all men who pee standing up should check their anus before going to bed.

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

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THE COURIER – 2012 – A must see movie!

THE COURIER – 2012

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

From Wikipedia:

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

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

Cast:

 

Reception:

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

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

From Arclight Films Website:

A million bucks, just to deliver a briefcase…

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

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

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

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

 

My own list of credits taken from the film itself:

Director: Hany Abu-Assad

Produced By: Gary Hamilton & Mike Gabrawy

Producer: Conroy Chan

Producers: RC Everbeck, Dale Poniewwaz

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

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

Associate Producers: John Kim, Brian Beckmann

Co-Producers: Joel Morrish, Robert Orr

Writers: Pete Dris & Brannon Coombs

 

REVIEW BY DR. SAXE, DD, RSISHE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END

 

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

TheDeadArmadilloManuscript111919

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

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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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.

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

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My Ex’s Grandmother loved me best

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Postscript: Ideas for a Sitcom

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

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

My Ex’s eulogy: To be written

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

 

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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My Father’s favorite song, “To all the Girls I loved before”

Our Father, who art in Heaven (he was a door-to-door bible salesman)……Hallowed be………the fact that he left us all with 47 brothers & sisters, all from different mothers. I guess he was a really busy dude because, according to MY mother, he was hung like a horse, at least 14” she said.

Just because it took me my entire lifetime to find all my brothers & sisters, AND my entire fortune I might add, means the joke was on all of us (and Dad got the last laugh) because I know for a fact that 29 of my brothers & sisters ALSO spent their life’s earnings to search for, and find, all of us siblings like I did.

My sisters Mary, Susie, Josie, Marla, Rachel, Alice, Wendy, Lorraine, Jennifer, Martha, and Cindy, pretty much look like sisters, and my brothers Eddie, Ralph, Richard, Harry, Michael, Freddie, Phil, and Thomas, really DO look a little like me. It’s kind of hard to tell with the 27 other, darker-skinned siblings, and the ones with the oriental eyes. My Aboriginal sister from “Down Under” definitely has Dad’s nose though. We are definitely the proverbial, “Melting Pot”.

Out of the 47 known brothers & sisters, every skin color, race, sexual preference, and religion is represented. Thirty-eight of our mothers are still alive, so when we had our last little get-together, there was 85 of us.

Out of the entire “family” of us brothers & sisters, plus our mothers (those that are still alive), it’s remarkable that there is only ONE Trump supporter, and we don’t invite her anymore to our family gatherings. Our last get-together was under a circus tent. I guess we COULD have rented some elephants or something.

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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

All we need is ONE filthy-rich donor who doesn’t have his/her head stuck up their ass to fund the itad-nao website, several “Brick & Mortar” locations around the globe, and about 1,000 or so of those para-military dudes. Thank you very much.

 

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Ants! The strongest little critters on our planet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There still is time for the rescue of our species from the Ants, zionism, and the nwo elite. Join “The International Tabernacle of Abiding Dudeism” at www.itad-nao.com

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

TheDeadArmadilloManuscript101019

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

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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

 

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French Pot (Coffee) Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TheDeadArmadilloManuscript101019

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

 

Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание, Pace e Abide, 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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Tequila Sunrise versus an Ensenada Sunrise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISH

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thought for the day:

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

Peace & Abide,

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Wiggling your Titties versus a “Loaded Diaper”

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

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

P. S. Happy 4/20 Day folks

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, RSISHE

Strain: SOMEGOODSHITFROMMYBACKYARD, harvested April 20th, 2019

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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:

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

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

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

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

 

“It’s a little Nippy out”

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

 

“Fog Art”

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

 

“Drawing Blood”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

“Three Turds walk into a bar”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

“It goes WITHOUT saying”

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

 

Here’s a “One-Liner”

 

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

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

Peace & Abide,

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THREE TURDS WALK INTO A BAR

Read this as part of a “Stand Up Routine”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peace & Abide,

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

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