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Most of the time, when I post an essay to Facebook, it’s either 100% serious or 100% Satirical/Comedic. Never in between. (unless it’s about my Westie, Shelton). This time I have written about a serious subject matter, phenomena but added a satirical/comedic portion/routine as in “Stand-Up” routine as the preamble or “Forward” to the serious subject matter and still relating the satire to the subject matter. Whew! That was a long paragraph.

Let’s just say it’s an experiment on Facebook to see how many friends and others will read this post in its entirety. Some folks can’t get past the first few paragraphs if they detect comedy, and vice versa, some folks can’t get/read beyond the first few paragraphs if they detect that I’m posting something serious.

For myself, I consider this essay to be MY “Mother of all Essays” in that I believe that with a ton of research and years of study, I have discovered something that WILL help lead our species into an age of peace, with no more wars, with no more apartheid treatment of people, with no more starvation, etcetera. Take a full read when you have time, then, if your curiosity or commitment is peaked, Private Message me for more information. We intend to use Technology, this particular technology, to benefit our species. “Beam me up Scotty”.

THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT on Disney WILL BLOW YOU AND OWEN AWAY! I just finished watching Episode 3, and it’s amazing to me how from the 1st episode, to the end of the 3rd, the episodes did a Crescendos thing, getting better (2nd episode), to an INCREDIBLE third episode. THIS, is what I texted to my son and my eight-year-old grandson today.

Using the Star Wars theme, Lucas Films has created a series that is BETTER than all the Star Wars movies combined in my humble opinion. What is incredibly interesting to me is that the genius’s behind this wonderful movie-quality production is that it has absolutely no storyline connections to ANY of the Star Wars family of films. It’s completely different yet still maintaining the Star Wars look with familiar creatures like the HUTTS.

The other amazing feature of this series so far is how we, as an audience, are able to see the clever use of “Flash-Back” as we see the dreams of Boba Fett and the present-day experience. The dreams as we see him in suspended whatever, seem obvious that it was past experiences that we were viewing/enjoying. After all, it wouldn’t make sense if it was dreams of his future.

This series is on the Disney Channel and if you have it, I highly recommend that you AND your children watch it. If you don’t have the channel, THIS series is reason enough to buy it.

This review brought to you by those wonderfully visionaries at IRTHKOIN. The Evolutionary Crypto-Currency coming soon to your laptop, computer, and cellphone, stay tuned for news.

 

 

 

 

 

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,

 

You know, that warm fuzzy feeling that only happens with our furry friends and with our human babies….Our toddlers like when I used to sit in my recliner watching TV with my one year old son sleeping on my chest, and years later with my daughter, asleep in the same comfort of my unconditional love.

I’ve included separate photos of Max and Shelton as a Meme only (for FB) because I obviously could not capture the real moment of them asleep next to me on my cellphone camera tonight.

Yes, I’m a Drug Addict, I’m addicted to UNCONDITIONAL LOVE and all the good chemicals released in my brain that makes me feel the way I do, happy.

That kind of love has no boundaries. Not religious, nor social, racial or political. I truly believe that as a species, we already have the natural capacity to love one another with that innocent unconditional kind of love. Our species will eventually evolve to that kind of love for ALL our fellow citizens of this wonderful planet we call Earth.

 

This post brought to you by those wonderfully visionaries at IRTHKOIN. The Evolutionary Crypto-Currency coming soon to your laptop, computer, and cellphone, stay tuned for news.

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,

From Wikipedia: On August 1, 1966, after stabbing his mother and his wife to death the night before, Charles Whitman, a former Marine, took rifles and other weapons to the observation deck atop the Main Building tower at the University of Texas at Austin, and then opened fire indiscriminately on people on the surrounding campus and streets. Over the next 96 minutes he shot and killed 15 people, including an unborn child and one final victim who died from his injuries in 2001. Whitman also injured 31 others. The incident ended when a policeman and a civilian reached Whitman and shot him dead. At the time, the attack was the deadliest mass shooting by a lone gunman in U.S. history, being surpassed 18 years later by the San Ysidro McDonald’s massacre. It has been suggested that Whitman’s violent impulses, with which he had been struggling for several years, were caused by a tumor found in the white matter above his amygdala upon autopsy.

My thoughts: Maybe besides the possibility that he had a brain tumor, how about PTSD? Point of the Whitman story, nobody was running around back then organizing the anti-gun bullshit as it’s known today. Interesting that the Whitman shooting took place three years after the deep state/elite cabal murdered JFK. The anti-gun BS wasn’t born out of that either. The image used in this post is of Charles Whitman’s arsenal.

I’m buying a “Special” Tropical Island just for them and their families, oh, and about 567 other people/puppets manipulated by the elite/cabal/zebraists. Anyone want to guess the total number of asswipes that will be “placed” on that lovely tropical island for their own protection? (Well, they will just wake up one day on that island from an administered mandatory “Sleepy Time”).

“THEY WILL OWN” their mansions, swimming pools, vehicles (EV only), their Bagel Factories, movie theaters, porno stores (200 of them), their delicatessens, and 7-11’s…..and, everything else to satisfy their sick/twisted needs…AND…..Wait for it…..THEY WILL BE HAPPY!

Only one fantastic problem (for them). They will never ever escape, they will live out their lives until they are dead and cremated (no in ground burials or toss their ashes in the sea bullshit allowed, we don’t want them contaminating the island or the ocean around them).

37 Citizens Militia Patrol Boats with SHOOT TO MAKE SHARK FOOD Orders will assure that the elite/cabal and their puppets will be safe from harm. Carnival “Weight Guessing Time” again. How many CITIZEN’S MILITIA PATROL BOATS DO YOU THINK WILL BE REQUIRED?

 

HELLO, WE ARE BUILDING OURSELVES A NEW SYSTEM CALLED INCLUSIONISM and you’re not invited to participate. If you happen to feel the Anarchy Fly buzzing within you, it’s no longer a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind” WE, those who are not amongst the ASLEEPLES, are finally ORGANIZING! Contact us for how to join and become a part of history for our grandchildren. Inspired by a post by Ed Plute on farcecrap.

This post brought to you by those wonderfully visionaries at IRTHKOIN. The Evolutionary Crypto-Currency coming soon to your laptop, computer, and cellphone, stay tuned for news.

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,

I saw this post on farcecrap tonight which was a photo of Mick Jagger and his name, Sir Michael Philip Jagger. Formally dressed in a Business Suit, probably a $15,000 suit looking spiffy. Either real short hair or pulled back into a Manbun. A very distinctive and professional look for the “Knighting Ceremony”. Nice photo.

There was a pathetically and pathologically warped “comment” that caught my attention…..fbDude 1: “He’s just a singer in a rock and roll band”. ……For me, when I read that, it smelled a little like sarcasm.

Many people here on farcecrap seem to get their jollies off writing something sarcastic or blatantly inaccurate, just to see the responses to their comments….”Just for the Halibut” in other words. Any other type of person who would seriously write something like that is just an Asshole. The sarcastic dude is just having fun with it, you know, “Pulling your leg”.

So, a fan (obviously) responded to the sarcastic comment thinking that fbDude1 was an illiterate hillbilly from Arkansas. Here’s his response:

fbDude2: “I know what’s the big deal he just happens to be the best rhythm and blues singer this that side of the pond”.

Now in all sincerity, if you ARE a Stones fan, you can understand the deep-felt love & admiration that we “Stoners” have for the greatest band of all time, (when defending their honor.

Yes, the first dude was using sarcasm just to throw a monkey wrench into the post for the reasons I mentioned. I mean, WTF, Mick’s wearing a suit because that was the day he was “Knighted” by the Queen of England, you know, the tapping of the ceremonial sword on Mick’s shoulders. Which by the way, if people knew the history of that ritual, they wouldn’t be so excited about the whole thing.

In medieval times, sure, the town squares had the old blood-stained “Chopping Block” which you leaned over from a kneeling position and placed/laid your head (with neck) “On the Chopping Block”. But, and it’s a BIG BUT, what about the dudes that got executed out of town, like, let’s say, in the woods somewhere? Look around for a tree trunk to use as a CB? NAAAAA…..

The unfortunate dude that is getting his head cut off is on his knees, hands tied (if he had hands), and the Queen’s Agent for Goodness & Mercy just takes a swing at it, wait for it…….HORIZONTALLY, NOT VERTICALLY! Now, here comes the historical ritual-ness of “Knighting” as we know it today. Someone already famous and filthy rich gets honored by the Queen of a country that is responsible for the deaths of hundreds of millions of people.

Back to the woods in 1387. No tree stumps in this “neck” of the woods. The dude doing the “Chopping Off of the Head” says to the soon to be headless man, “Okay, just to help you prepare for what I’m going to be doing next, I’m going to be tapping on your shoulders six times, and there will be no seventh tap for you. Then, tap, tap, tap, swooooosh goes the sword, off goes the head right after the third tap. It soon became well known as the “Knighting”. “Yeh, my buddy got Knighted” the other day and he got as far as number four”.

I digress, the point of the story? I responded with the following comment fully expecting to get a response:

Me: “and the fact that they just might hold the record for longevity, oh, and Mick paid for my surgery 26 years ago”.

Did Mick pay for my surgery? Of course not! What am I doing? I’m commenting in such a way to illicit responses. Why? For the Halibut and to generate further discussion. I AM a writer, so the entire essay was really to say, okay, for me, the Rolling Stones have been my all-time favorite group, the Medieval “Knighting” part of the story I made up along the way.

Can you imagine Queen Elizabeth in the glory of senility, doing a 1..2…Swoooosh on somebody? Anyway, I love the Stones and would like my essay to reach them, and for them to instruct their primary Public Relations people to hire me as an “Official Correspondent” on their next tour.

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,

I came up with this simple T-Shirt “Message” based on how I react when some religious type starts going into full-on missionary-mode in trying to convert me and question/prove that my lack of belief in their religion is wrong.

Our “I DON’T CARE” slogan will go viral, like a few of those political slogans….“Make America Great Again (MAGA)” and “Build Back Better” (author’s comment: Just give us back what we had).

The I DON’T CARE T-shirts will become highly collectible, with one, the author’s original T-Shirt, signed, selling at auction at Christie’s in London for an amazing $297,000 in August of 2022.

You have already read what the original intent is, now here are the three targeted audiences. First target audience is ALL religious types who either does the “Missionary” shit and knocks on doors to give the homeowner a preachin’ to, and/or the occasional drunk at a bar, sitting next to you, talking about how wonderful Jesus is, or your Crazy Uncle George who says you’re going to Hell every time he comes over for Thanksgiving potluck dinner and brings his usual crock-pot of Beans & Onions.

The other side of the “Koin”(go to www.irthkoin.com for a remotely linked project to this T-Shirt), are people like myself who don’t believe in ANYTHING, that can shut down the three Mormon chicks that I invited in the other day because one of them was REALLY CUTE…because those three words, “I DON’T CARE”, can be repeated many times, maybe only once if that Mormon chick turns out to be REALLY STUPID and you stand up and welcome them to leave, or perhaps you repeat our wonderful slogan 17 times, because that really cute Mormon chick has been coming on to you (you think).

If worn in public, like walking down some crowded boardwalk, the design of our shirt is meant to give a “Sign” to those walking behind you. Regardless if those people behind you are angered, just really curious, or the third type, that really religious dude that says to his wife, “Mother, watch this. I’m going to bring him to Jesus”, they will inevitably speed up their pace to catch up to you to either “get in your face”, or out of curiosity, they just want to see your face, or begin evangelizing the hell out of you. All three of these types will see the slogan on the front of your T-Shirt, I DON’T CARE!

Your Crazy Uncle George, Missionary Bob or just some drunk in a bar: “But you do know, that unless you receive Jeebus Bhist as your Lord and Savior, you’re going to burn in Hell”, to which I respond, “I don’t care. Just as you have the freedom to believe in your “Fantasy God”, please allow me that same freedom to NOT believe in ANY of the man-made religions & gods. As I said, I DON’T CARE”.

If worn in public, like walking down a crowded Venice Boardwalk, the design of our shirt is meant to give a “Sign” to those walking behind you. Regardless if those people behind you are angered, just really curious, or the third type, the really religious dude that says to his wife, “Mother, watch this. I’m going to bring him/her to Jesus”, they will inevitably speed up their pace to catch up to you to either “get in your face”, out of curiosity, they just want to see your face, or begin evangelizing the hell out of you. All three of these types will see the slogan on the front of your T-Shirt, I DON’T CARE!

SHELTON’S ON FIRE! SHELTON’S ON FIRE! Paul accidentally whilst pulling the bowl out of the bong, dropped the ember on Shelton’s back which started to smoke….Paul quickly leaped to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water yelling “SHELTON’S ON FIRE! SHELTON’S ON FIRE!” and leaped back and poured the water still yelling on Shelton’s back “SHELTON’S ON FIRE! SHELTON’S ON FIRE! FIRES’S OUT!

Most people would be pissed if someone set THEIR dog on fire. Not me. What did I do after initially yelling, “HOLY FUCK”? I laughed. It’s a more interesting Modis Operandi to live by instead of all the negativity, like anger.

Many of my friends know the story of how and when I was able to forgive my stepfather for beating my mother to death when I was a young fifteen- year-old kid who had just turned fifteen. That ability to forgive is THE MAJOR FACTOR in living a good life. Without religion by the way, I’m an Atheist.

So, unless the use of a mouse which happens to be THE Mickey Mouse deeply offends and/or scars a person for life, I intend to stick with it for its simplicity and “Signal” that it gives. In other words, We can care, perhaps ramp up our emotions if something takes place that we either like or dislike, but the proof in the pudding is when you can see the forgiveness when we need to (coming and going), and also see the Pure Joy when something good happens, sooooo, chill out, life’s to wonderful to bitch about the small stuff. That’s why when Susie sheepishly tells me she ate all my fuckin’ Chocolate Ice Cream, I can immediately respond back, “I DON’T CARE”.

For anyone desiring one of these high-quality Premium T-Shirts of their own, you can contact me by Message or send an email to theunknownsockpuppet@gmail.com and let me know the size and quantity and I will give you a price. Only available in Black for now. Thanks. Don’t feel pressured, because if you don’t buy one, “I DON’T CARE”, hahahahahaha

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,

 

 

To all my friends on farcecrap, my real friends and family, and my other “Friends” who are on my farcecrap “Friends List” because we all believe in the same things, like love for others, compassion, forgiveness, mercy, justice, etcetera.

I have been scammed by a Nigerian Scammer in what is probably the most ingenious/sophisticated scam ever devised. The scammer identified himself as a leading expert in Crypto Currency, a widely known expert by the name of Teeka Tiwari whom I thought I was communicating with.

In the initial contact via Twitter, MR. NIGERIAN SCAMMER had responded to a Twitter Tweet that I had sent him (with me thinking he was the real Teeka Tiwari) wherein I had solicited him regarding my idea for a revolutionary new idea for a Crypto Currency, my IRTHKOIN. The scammer’s Twitter account for Teeka seemed legit, using Teeka Tiwari’s profile since 2013, with 16,700 followers.

In his first response on Twitter Messenger, the scammer requested continuing the “Conversation” on WhatsApp, which we did. Over the course of the past three weeks, on WhatsApp, I gave the scammer a tremendous amount of detailed information regarding my IRTHKOIN idea, which I am deleting from WhatsApp.

What wonderful enthusiasm the Teeka-scammer had, telling me how great my idea is, telling me that he was going to set up a Brokerage Account for me to begin the process of attracting major investors (which he was going to do being an ex-Wall Street dude), telling me that another business associate of his, a CEO of a major Crypto company was on board with my idea as well.

Through all this, I was convinced and elated that I was actually communicating with the real Teeka Tiwari, and that IRTHKOIN was on its way to becoming a major, life-changing, crypto currency. If you are interested in finding out what my IRTHKOIN is all about, click on this link:

https://tcsblog.net/irthkoin/

Within the first few days during this ongoing communication with “Teeka”, he instructed me to do a few things to facilitate the setting up of the Brokerage Account for me, which was supposed to attract the millions of dollars required to create all the infrastructure for IRTHKOIN. One of the things the scammer (as Teeka) instructed me to do, was the setting up of a Coinbase account, which I did.

In order for him to set up the Brokerage Account, the scammer (pretending to be Teeka) required that I give him access and control TEMPORARILY, of my Coinbase account. Not to worry, I was fully convinced that Teeka was the real deal. The scammer transferred/bought Bitcoin using my bank account. When I saw that transaction in my checking account, he said, not to worry, that it was part of setting up what was required to establish a Brokerage Account for me, and that I would see that money being deposited back in my account in four days. That did not happen.

Then, yesterday I received an email from Coinbase indicating that a transfer of another sum of money from my checking account had failed due to insufficient funds, and THAT’S what started me on my mission to determine if I had been communicating with the real Teeka Tiwari, or a SCAMMER.

Last night the scammer said he was sending $2,000 to me via my PayPal account, and that this morning at 7:00AM, we were going to have our first video conference by Zoom to discuss the next steps in bringing IRTHKOIN to life. Neither of those two things happened.

How did I determine that this dude was a scammer? His ISP Address on his cellphone as an additional access phone on my Coinbase account said it was a Nigerian ISP Address. His WhatsApp phone number is a landline in Rhode Island.

How do I feel after discovering that it was all a very elaborate, and successful scam? One would normally feel deep disappointment and anger, right? No, not in my case, as many of you know that I’m the Poster Child for optimism. Why? Because in this past two three weeks this whole scamming process has really inspired my thoughts and creativity around the IRTHKOIN idea. Was the inspiration worth the $$$ being scammed? We shall see.

I WAS scammed, lost $$ which really hurt the pocketbook as I’m living on just my Social Security, but on the positive side, I have been super-inspired as well. What I ask now is for just a little help from my friends here on farcecrap. If you feel charitable and compassionate, please, even if it’s only a few dollars, send the cost of a Starbucks coffee to my PayPal account at tsaxe7211@hotmail.com thank you so much. You can also click on the PayPal link below.

Postscript: I’m going to continue promoting my IRTHKOIN Project to those folks that are in the crypto currency world, plus continue reaching out to the real Teeka to let him know that a scammer has been using his identity since 2013.

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,

I call this one “The Verizon music when you are on hold versus DEAD SILENCE” routine. You know those times when you are speaking with Verizon’s “Customer Service” for three hours six minutes and twenty-eight seconds on what SHOULD be handled in 14 minutes at most, on a simple thing like changing, lowering, your “Verizon Cell Phone Plan” and ordering a “Free” iPhone13 on one of their promos, and you have spent nine different times on hold wherein the “Hold Music” is that all too familiar music, “Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da…..Da Da Da Da Da Da” that over time, like the twelve years or so, because you have been on Verizon Hold 1,578 times, you have that little tune running through your head at odd times, like when you are taking a shit. You’ve even written short songs, funny lyrics, to that soooo familiar, simple, repetitive tune.

The fifth person now and tenth time on hold, rather than the familiar Verizon Customer Service Hold Music, there’s just dead silence, the kind of silence that makes you wonder if this fifth Customer Service person is still on the phone, or if your call was “accidentally” disconnected. So, after about 16 minutes on hold, and you are just getting ready to hang up from your end, the Verizon dude comes back online, “Velly solly rat u hav to weet on holid so long”.

After speaking with dudes and gals that were obviously in call centers in the USA because you could detect the Texas accent that one gal had, the dude with the Jersey accent who was absolutely the rudest asshole you had ever had the displeasure of speaking to, etcetera, you definitely feel that you are now speaking with some dude in Southeast Asia, in his bedroom which he shares with three other people, who works for a giant Asian company that provides “Customer Service Representatives” to American companies like Verizon.

Okay, so this last dude is in a Call Center in the Philippines or somewhere else in Southeast Asia. He is in spite of his accent, actually easy to speak with and take care of the business at hand, It took him 14 minutes with an additional 14 minutes on hold, three different times, three different times without the familiar Verizon Customer Service On Hold Music! Dead Silence!

Right at a weird but precisely stoned moment at the end of the call, I thought of an idea for a skit.  Split screen just as you now can see me on one side of the screen sitting at my desk in my office with the huge window giving me a view of the Bay of Monaco, speaking/holding/speaking/holding/speaking with the Asian Verizon Customer Service dude sitting in a folding metal chair in what appears to be a bedroom with a few stacked concrete blocks for a desk, sorting through stacks and stacks of Asian Music CD’s trying to find SOMETHING he can use in place of not having the Verizon Customer Service On Hold Music, “Da Da Da Da Da Da Da”

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,

The Shit’s been hitting the fan for a long, long time. Sometimes that fan is set on high, sometimes on low, but mostly on medium speed. It’s soon going to be set on super-high speed,

A recent post by a friend on farcecrap: “doing good things collectively is the same as communism, which in the end will come, it is inevitable just from a scientific/management of resources; schemers,  scammers, parasitic system will die along with the evil criminals, and I’m not talking about the one’s in prison now, but the one’s aren’t that should be”

My friend’s post/statement got me to thinking, and here was my “Comment” back to him:

I believe that the eventual system of “Guberment” throughout the world will be unlike everything else that has ever existed, in that what is coming will be a hybrid, morphed system that doesn’t have a name yet.

My own belief from a lifetime of study, plus being the optimist that I am, I believe that instead of a “New World Order”, we are heading towards the “New Age Order”.

The Age of Pisces (google it) has been the “Age” of “Religions and Wars”. The “Crossing of the Threshold” between this passing “Age” and the “Age” we are entering, began approximately 150 years ago, crossing over to the “Age of Aquarius” (google it), the “Age of Technology and Peace”.

I believe as a species (not a Nation State, Country or local Pub), before we enter fully into “The Age of Technology & Peace”, we will come to a “Fork in the Road”. We can choose (or be forced) to go to the right or left at the fork. I believe that LOVE COMPASSION KINDNESS EMPATHY SYMPATHY (have I left anything out?), will prevail, and the so-called “Evil Ones” will lose, and fail at establishing THEIR “New World Order”.

Based on the “Saxe Theory of Prevailing Shitty-ness”, that “Shit’s been bad in the past, the forecast is for continually Shitty-ness in the foreseeable future because Shit doesn’t stop on a dime”. What this means is that our species, our planet, and every living thing, is STILL going to see/experience what may be the Shittiest of all times in our near future.

That “Fork in the Road” that I mentioned is possibly at a point in our near future where the human race is a fraction of what it is now, OR, it’s at a point in time where we as a species, have made the “Right/Correct” choices at that fork in the road, preventing all-out Nuclear War, or preventing any other “Evil” to come upon us in a way that wipes out most of mankind and nearly destroys our planet. I believe the latter shall happen. Last but not least, the only “Rule” to live by, is the Golden Rule, trust me on that one.

Postscript: This image is of a flag that I designed which I call the “IRTHFLAG” spelled as one word. In the fullness of the new age we are entering, there will be no boundaries. We will all be equal citizens, IRTHEANS of one united world which I call IRTH.

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,

I MIGHT get some flack from the environmental folks or Plumbers, but I don’t care, it’s just a comedy routine, spoofing those, “Let’s raise somebody from the dead today” kind of hocus-pocus evangelical christians. Not purposely mocking all those bound by their wheelchair.

I’m going to try to mimic an “Electronic” sounding voice through the entire routine. SOME people WILL be CONVINCED that I AM really handicapped, and believe that when I suddenly jump out of my wheelchair after “Twitching”, “Speaking in Tongues” and the chair going crazy.

 

 

Sometimes, when I’m stoned, I play on-line poker. Tonight I was playing Texas No-Limit Hold-‘Em, and the various hands, LOSING hands might I add,  were hands that defy all odds.

Let me share with you, an example of unbelievably insane and unreal series of hands that was making me laugh so hard that I spit out my Martini (shaken not stirred) and couldn’t take a hit off my bong I was laughing so hard.

Here’s the first hand. I’m sitting at a six-player table, just joined. Blinds are $500-$1,000. I have Ace-King suited, Hearts as “Hole Cards”. Someone bet $1,000, a few folded, a few called, and I was the Big Blind so I already had an investment in the pot.

So, I called. Now the flop (three cards). The flop is Ten of Hearts, Queen of Hearts, and a Three of Spades. WOW! I’m thinking, I have not just a flush draw, I have a ROYAL FLUSH DRAW! And….an inside draw is what it’s called.

First bet, a Donk, as they’re affectionately called, bets $5,000, two others besides myself have called. One dude folded. Now, when you look at the Flop, anyone else with two Hearts is going to call, for sure. Maybe the Donk, the dude that first bet has two Hearts.  They may also have a Ten or a Queen as Hole Cards, or, they have both for Two-Pair on the Flop. NO ONE really pays much attention to that lonely little Three of Spades, no one.

Donk now ups his game, and bets $25,000. The other two players and myself just call. Here comes the “Turn” card…..a Nine of Clubs. No help to anybody except one dude now has a Straight Draw.

Here comes the “River Card”. ANOTHER FUCKING THREE! And, it’s a fucking Three of Hearts giving me the “Nut Flush” with my Ace of Hearts, and another dude with a Heart Flush as well. Momentarily you wonder if some dude has a Three, giving him “Trips”.

Guess who won the pot with Quad Threes, the fucking DONK! He had a pair of Threes as Hole Cards!!

That was my first hand, “All-In” hand I might add. I had a lot of “Outs” and I love to gamble, “take chances”. Let’s just say the next five hands were just as crazy so I won’t spell them out for you. As a postscript to this paragraph, some, not all, of us that play online poker now it’s not the same thing as playing “Live” in person, at a poker table where you can see the various “Tells” that players have. The real difference is that the online poker DOES use algorithms, so it’s not really random. I once played for four hours straight and saw hands repeat themselves, you know, like seeing that same two-nine off suit that you had, the one that you folded before that would have given you a full-house, you now play, and get the same full-house and win a huge pot with? Those kinds of repetitive bullshit hands. It IS JUST a game.

I thought of a new song tonight, “Donks to the right of me, donks to my left, stuck in the middle with myself (instead of you).

Today was great. Got a lot accomplished. Dinner was awesome, and the after-dinner bong loads were lovely. I played a little poker, online, and wrote this little story on my veranda overlooking the Monaco Bay. Wrote it on my iPhone. Thanks to all my readership, friends and strangers, for visiting my website and reading this story. Hang around, read more if you like. There are tons of other stories here.

For my own “Patting Myself On The Back” routine, I think SOMETIMES, I come up with the best (ok, cleverest) image and title that is totally different from my original farcecrap posting of the exact same story.

The reason I purposely try to do that, is because if I used the same image that I used for my farcecrap post, my friends and others that MAY have actually read it, would naturally think my website post is the same when they come across my posting, that is the “Link” to the story as posted on my website…..That “I’ve read this already” kind of moment. I WANT folks to visit my website, and I purposely use farcecrap as a means of getting folks to actually go there. Then when they DO “Click” on the link, thinking it’s a completely different story, and they begin reading, and they have that “I’ve read this already” kind of moment, perhaps they will stick around my website and read other schtick. So, for those that read this far, and DID have that “Been there, done that” kind of moment, stick around and check out the almost six years of writing on my website that has accumulated over a million visits from 181 countries (at last count) so far. For those that did not read my original farcecrap posting, please read on, as I think you’ll like this one. Thanks!

Here’s the Meme posted by Brigette Arias to the farcecrap “Group” ATHEISM SWARM  that inspired my essay  (that originally was my “comment” on the farcecrap her post).

True Story. Forty years ago, during the second or third redux of the Evangelical movement in 125 years or so, first regurgitating amongst the non-denominal group, then the Holy Roller portion of the protestants, and then eventually the Catholics, jumped on board the “Crazy Train”.

I personally knew several pastors/evangelists who would interrupt their semen, whoops, “Sermon”, and start literally, talking to god, “YES GOD! I HEAR YOU. NO, I HAVEN’T SPANKED THE MONKEY TODAY. MARY’S FINE. YES, I’LL TELL HER THAT YOU SAID HELLO……WHAT! WE’RE GOING TO BUILD THAT WING ON THE PARSONAGE NOW? WOW GOD! THANK YOU!…..Then the Pastor would like, snap out of it, face the audience (congregation) and say, “WELL, YOU HEARD IT MY DEAR BROTHERS & SISTERS, STRAIGHT FROM GOD TO MY EARS ONLY! GOD WANTS US ALL TO WRITE A BIG CHECK SO WE CAN BUILD THAT NEW ADDITION ONTO THE PARSONAGE”. Actually, it’s a 1,500 square-foot addition onto the existing MASTER-BEDROOM SUITE THAT’S ALREADY THERE.

I knew many personally because back in the day, I was a gospel singer. Young and dumb, I really tried hard to believe these assholes. I sang because I was fairly good at it, and enjoyed the accolades and worship myself, made a little extra spending money, met some chicks, life was good.

FYI, at the time I was teaching “Voice” in Junior College, eventually blew off a scholarship to Juilliard and stayed in Nashville instead. I was driving to NYC from California and stopped in Nashville to visit friends, and ended up staying. Point of explaining all that is to say, I was good enough for them (the evangelicals), so I sang.

It wasn’t long after that, that I realized what a scam all religions are, in one way or another. The ONLY scam that I applaud is the idea behind the founding of a particular “Church” by L. Ron Hubbard. What a FUCKING GENIUS that dude was! Here’s a dude that could not sell a book to a blind drunk thinking it was a bottle of 125-year-old Scotch instead of a book.

Just imagine, there he is, moping around as usual, and the proverbial lightbulb came on, “Shit all I write are shitty science-fiction novels. I think I’ll use my science fiction shit to start a new religion and call it….wait for it……SCIENTOLOGY! What a fucking genius! ANYWAY, in conclusion in my rather lengthy response to the Meme, “Only fools believe the foolish, and talking to “GOD” is about as foolish as it gets”. – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

P. S. If you are interested in reading more of my schtick (wind range of subjects), go to my website at tcsblog “dot” “net”. Thanks!

The image I used was from “God Told Me To” (released in some theatrical markets as Demon) is a 1976 science fiction/horror film written and directed by Larry Cohen.

I love the interaction/discussion/texting when I’m playing Texas Hold-‘Em Poker online. I only play the “Free” chips games. Clubwpt is the best, try it sometime. My “Handle” is DOCTCS.

Today, I had a comfortable stack, third from leader, and there was what we call, a “Donk” sitting to my left. Sitting to my left means that I always bet before him.

I’m a patient, conservative player. I will most of the time, fold, until I happen to catch great hole-cards. Every hand, this Donk on my left would raise before the flop. Not a minimum raise which will get most players that have something they want to see a flop for, and calling, including myself, but a huge pre-flop raise, which DOES get 90% of the players to fold. So, the Donk drags over just the blinds sometimes, depending on his position, sometimes he actually gets lucky and wins a big pot.

Now, I’ve been playing on the same website for a long time. On this website, I’ve made a lot of friends. Like ANY other gaming website that has the chat feature, you “Chat” with other players, especially the players that you run into at a whatever table you happen to sit in on.

That was the case today. There were several players that I recognized, and one in particular that I have always chatted with, and became friends with over time. When Sam87 joined the table, I gave her a heads-up on who the good players were (there were two). I ALSO warned her about the one and only Donk at this 9-player table.

I had eaten a small piece of one of my Chocolate “Edibles”, so I was starting to get the munchies. Since I was third from chip leader, I was okay with leaving the table and banking, to maybe return later.

Sam and other players that know me, know when I say, “DOG IS TELLING ME HE NEEDS TO GO FOR A WALK”, I’m departing the table soon. Then, after catching really great hole-cards, like Pocket Rockets (AA) or whatever, I’ll say, “WHOOPS! TOO LATE! THE DOG JUST PISSED ON MY SLIPPERS”. My friends know that means two things. (1) I’m sticking around for a few more hands, and (2) I probably have great hole cards, hahahaha.

Then, a few hands later, I tell my friends, “OKAY, ONE MORE BUTTON“ which means I want to wait until I have the “Button: one more time before I leave the table.

Now, remembering what I told you about the Donk to my left, always betting after me with outrageous pre-flop bets, I had him all figured out after watching this Donk play for about 25 minutes or so.

I was on that last button before cashing out and leaving to get my munchies and a tumbler of my world-famous French-Pressed Coffee with Hazelnut Creamer and a small scoop of Chocolate Ice Cream.

Since I had the “Button”, the Donk was in the Small Blind position, which is second to last in the bidding order. A few players had folded, five players had anted up, before it was my turn to put in my ante.

The players that know me, know that I NEVER raise before the flop. I went ALL-IN!! Hahaha!! Guess what the Donk did? He called my all-in bet. Everyone else folded.

There have been many times when I know that win or lose, I’ll do a “Donk” and risk losing all my chips on a “Last Hand” effort just for the Halibut, or just tag along with minimum calling effort. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose. It’s free chips, so I don’t really care, because my “Bank” is 1,000% higher than when I first played on this website.

On those last-hands, it doesn’t matter what my hole-cards are, good, great, or shitty, I play whatever I’m dealt. THIS last all-in hand I had the worst two cards in poker. I had a 9-2 off-suit.

Sure enough as Godiva is my witness, the flop was two nines and a duck (2). In poker lingo, I had what is called, the “Nuts” or “Nut Hand”. I took ALL the Donk’s chips. Afterwards, I told my friends, “I JUST WANTED TO TEACH THE DONK A LITTLE LESSON IN ODDS”. The Donk typed, “it’s 50/50 on all flops”.

I saw his response right after I had left the table. Here’s the point of my story. Had I NOT left the table, I would have said, “THAT, WAS NOT THE ODDS I WAS TALKING ABOUT”. THE ODDS I WAS REFERRING TO WAS BECAUSE OF YOUR PLAY. I KNEW THAT THE ODDS WERE THAT YOU WOULD CALL MY ALL-IN BET, HAHAHAHAHA” YES, THE PRE-FLOP ODDS ARE 50/50. I JUST GOT EXTREMELY LUCKY ON THE FLOP AND CLEANED YOU OUT! HAHAHAHAHA”.

If I’m lucky, perhaps I’ll run into this Donk again sometime. Hahahahaha!

 

 

You know that ONE person that not only THINKS he is a “Tech Savvy” dude, (not quite “Computer Geekish”) and in a few, just a few technology arenas, he IS a Matador, like in Photoshop or Social Media. In the majority of the various technologies, he’s really not even a novice, (I hate to use the words “Idiot” or “Buffoon”, because I’m speaking of myself.

I learned something new today that I should have known ten or fifteen years ago? I just finished setting up my new iPhone13 this morning. Nothing much has changed in all those years as far as “Tapping” on a few buttons and LO AND BEHOLD, I’ve made the text size BOLDER so I can read the stuff I type and receive, and everything ON my screen is BOLDER and easier to read!

Had I known that amazing technology ten to fifteen years ago, I wouldn’t have been complaining every time I got the newest technology cellphone, ”Ya, these phones are great, but I wish that someday, they would make the “Type/Font” size larger, bolder, so I can read it easier”.

Funny thing about all this, I’m thinking about the various conversations over the years when the general subject of cellphones came up. I guess everyone that has heard me complain over the years about this “Type/Font” size issue, add up to maybe 100 people…..ALL of them were “Idiots” or “Buffoons”? Otherwise, had any of them been “Tech Savvy”, they would have told me the extremely simple steps of making the “Type/FONT” on my cellphone easier to read. My educated guess is that 80 out of the 100 people or so, WAS just as ignorant as I was.

Another funny observation. Out of those hundred or so people that have heard me ask the type/font size question, over the years, many of them were not friends, they were just in the group or crowd of people trying to get a word in edgewise.

I’m a pretty good judge of a stranger’s character even if they don’t speak, just from observing them, looking at their demeanor, and their eyes, so I can safely say that at least 50% of that 20% of them were assholes because they KNEW, and didn’t tell me the

aforementioned simple procedure to change shit on my phone. The other 50% of the 20% of them really WANTED to tell this old fart, this not so techie buffoon that I am, the simplicity of changing the aforementioned “Text/Font” size, BUT, they couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

 

Here’s an old but true cliche. “Our eyes are the windows to our Soul”. Clearly, this is when another human looks into our eyes, really looks, and if they REALLY look, they can observe who we REALLY are as a person. If we are kind and compassionate towards others and everything else on our planet, we will see it in that other person’s eyes. So, when another person really looks into our eyes and they “See”, recognize goodness, they feel comfortable, not fear, or anger, or some other negative emotion.

Likewise, if we look into the eyes of an “Evil (bad)” person, most of the time, most people will say to themselves, “This is ONE evil motherfucker”. Then there are the eyes, that with just glance at them, those eyes tell you that the crazy-eyed dude talking to you is 100% genuinely fucking nuts.

Yes, the “Eyes ARE the Windows to the Soul. Tonight I had one of my continuations of thought with the help of a little bit of Cannabis. In the reverse, our eyes are ALSO like a “Camera/Recorder” witnessing the “The Good, the Bad/Evil, and the Downright Fucking Crazy” of this world we are living in.

In other words, instead of someone gazing into OUR eyes and REALLY seeing OUR inner “Soul/Spirit, our outward gaze with our “Eyes” are the “Camera of the Soul”…..and how we respond to the images our “Camera” sees, ALSO tells others around us what are inner spirit is all about.

What pics are you taking with your “Soul’s Camera?” Do you see suffering and feel compassion or some other positive reaction? Like when we “SEE” the people, mostly children dying every day from starvation in Yemen and other places around the world, most people DO feel the compassion, empathy, concern, etcetera. That’s because, and it’s just my own belief, that people are born good, not born evil. Evil is not something that’s part of the package when we are born.

I believe that “Evil” is a learned attribute and in many cases, are in the certifiably “Crazy” category along with being “Evil/Bad”, in other words, mentally, not normal, “Crazier than a dog in a hubcap factory”. I know I MAY get some flak for that belief. The religious types would not agree with me on this because they are still clinging to the bullshit idea that we were “born sinful”.

Then there are the “Nuttier than a port­a ­potty at a peanut festival” people, like my step-father. About seventeen years or so after he had beat my mother to death, he and I sat in McArthur Park in Los Angeles eating McDonald’s, as I had purposely searched for, and found him.

Found him not to take revenge, although as an adult and for most of the seventeen years I had sworn that if I ever saw him again that I would kill him with my bare hands. I found him to tell him that I forgave him, although his mind was so far gone, I didn’t say the words. My HEART expressed it. Point is, when I looked into his “Eyes” that day, I KNEW that I was looking at a person who was too far gone mentally. He actually asked, “How is Evie doing?” Evie was my mother’s nickname.

Then there are the “Evil-Eyed” folks. What do you think they feel when they “See” the news stories about people being killed every day in Palestine, or many other places around the world? What do those evil people see? They don’t “See” the starving and the misery. They don’t see the misfortunes of others; all they see is themselves. And it’s not about fame, or social status, or success, or lack thereof, or anything else. I have met my fair share of truly evil/bad people in my life, and they cover the entire spectrum of people.

What pics are you taking with your “Soul’s Camera?” Do you see suffering and feel compassion or some other positive reaction? If you are indifferent, you need help. If you are indifferent and go out of your way to hurt others, you are “Evil/Bad” and your time is coming. Many of the people that are in this category go to their graves that way and escape justice, but just as many are punished for their “Evil/Badness”.

It’s hard defining “Evil”. Evil certainly exists. The religiosity of “Good versus Evil”, the “God/Good” versus the “Satan/Evil” aspect, and then there is the simple recognition that there will ALWAYS be the “Good, the Bad, and the Bat-Shit Crazy. Gee, call me an optimist, I like to believe that there are an overwhelming, (and has always been), number of people that ARE “Good” compared to the “Evil” ones, which of whom always seem to be those that are the “Functioning Psychopath Overlords/Puppet Masters” that wreak havoc on our planet. Complacency is on a rapid decline so I fully and optimistically believe that “Good” will eventually overcome “Evil”.

I wrote this on my cellphone just after my “Eyesight/Vision” had returned to normal after a migraine, AND after a few “Willys” on the pipe. So, if this post gives YOU a headache, take a pill, smoke a bowl or joint, and chill.

 

I want to nip something in the bud, make it absolutely clear, as an Atheist, I REALLY don’t care! When I say that to a religious person that has been offended by one of my posts, offended to the point of anger, that person’s rudeness and anger in response proves my point.

 

If you ask me the simple question, “What DO you believe in?”, my answer is just as simple, “Nothing…..Other than the Golden Rule”, which principles, i.e., fundamental truth, far too many religious folks fall far short of, and even ignore.

As an Atheist, I still feel love, compassion, and empathy for all people regardless of their beliefs that surely differ from mine. I still believe in “Freedom of Religion”, and do not oppose any religiosity, whatever floats their boat (or Ark). 

However, I do appreciate the same freedom NOT to believe in anything. So, if you are moved by some emotional or mental health issues to respond in a rude and angry way, like one dude did today, all I can say in response is, “I don’t care”. I DO care for that individual and feel a natural compassion and empathy for him, I just don’t give a flying fuck about his rude and accusatory comments, or his opposition to my posts, and I certainly have no inclination born out of emotional distress or anger to prove ANYTHING. If a religious person were to tell me I’m going to hell unless I accept their “God”, guess what? Since I do not believe there IS a “Heaven” or a “Hell”, I DON’T CARE! And, that’s the end of the discussion.

Here’s a portion of the dude’s comments “Italicised” My responses are in “BOLD” type:

that’s why he is here being a preacher, a terrible one, but a preacher no less.

His sermons are weak and intend to divide.

In his header he says he is optimistic.

My response? Preacher? I don’t claim to be a “Preacher”, I’m just sharing my thoughts and what I believe, which I have a right to do, that’s all. Sermon? Thanks for the compliment, I have never considered my writing to be “Sermonistic” in nature. Intended to divide? What a joke. The world’s “Religions” have divided mankind for at least the 2,300 years or so, of the Age of Pisces. History shows us that over the past 2,300 years or so,  “Religions” have divided, and killed more of our species than any one other phenomenon or activity. Optimist? YES! I AM an optimist!

“He don’t care”, then why is he here doing what he does?

He only cares that people drift away from the truth the way and the life.

He has no concerns for where information comes from/ originated.

And if he wasn’t here misleading the herd so careful, he could actually learn something.

He could learn how to correlate the messages, but that is not his aim.

His goal is to create divisions and bash the billions of people standing in the streets against the dirty politicians. What a foolish thing to say, to say that I’m “Bashing” billions of people…..”Dirty Politicians”, They ALL are guilty. I guess you would have to label me as an “Anarchist” of sorts, although I have my own definition of that word. In the USA, the two major political parties are two wings of the same bird, in this case a Vulture, owned and manipulated by the elite/cabal and bankers/zionists, and the military-industrial complex. Eisenhower DID warn us. Our guberment here in the USA starting going to hell in a hand-basket back in the 1950’s and certainly escalated the shit-show when they murdered JFK. So, don’t even think of engaging in a conversation with me about “Politics”, you will lose.

Discredit billions of good people, because he can’t put two and two together.

So lost in his own thoughts and conclusions, that only his version should be listened to.

Because his goal is to divide the people, I haven’t unfriended him. This statement is so ridiculous, it defies all logic.

I hope many others can see through his bullshit.

It’s why he is so busy with all these other groups posting this crap and has no time to respond to the people interacting with him here.

He don’t know why cows shit patties and horses shit clumps when they both eat the same thing, yet he feels qualified to speak about God, when he doesn’t know about shit.

I hope to inspire many more to make a stand against crap like this. Good luck with that!

If he don’t care, this won’t offend him. I’m not in the least bit offended.

He won’t mind this opposing view. I DON’T CARE, so I don’t mind!

He won’t mind me persuading people to view this absurdity. Good luck with that.

“He don’t care”; God is much harsher on preachers and I would imagine not many listen to his preaching and that why he has to push it so far and wide.

Hope he sees some signs of this soon, as long as he is here misguiding the herd. I’ll be here making sense to the herd of his mistakes. HIS HERD? Of what? Sheeple? Hahahahaha.

I’d guess he won’t like that and would assume his opposition would be silenced.

We shall see if he allows me to stay here and argue against his thoughts and assumptions (in this post he made). Of course you can stay, I’m enjoying your rude comments believe it or not, as they have inspired me to write this “Nip it in the Bud” article, which I hope you read.

My final response to all the preceding? I love being inspired. As far as the person who inspired my “Nip It In The Bud” essay, and anyone else that gets their panties in an uproar over my writing, chill, take a pill, smoke a joint, whatever…….You are NOT going to win any debates with me because I JUST DON’T CARE!  WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT (OR ARK).

 

Tonight my roommate Paul and I were sitting on the front porch shooting the shit, sharing a few bong loads…..well, maybe it was five, I can’t remember. I happen to be wearing a T-Shirt that was the starting point and inspiration for my Steve Garvey Story. The T-Shirt that I was wearing was my Minnesota Twins World Series Championship T-Shirt from 1991 when the Twins won the World Series. Paul inquired about the T-Shirt so I stood up so he could see the front of my shirt clearly.

Paul: I see that you are wearing a new shirt I haven’t see you wearing before……

Me: (Standing up) Oh, this is the T-Shirt celebrating the Minnesota Twins winning the World Series in 1991. The Twins gave me serial number 1 for singing the National Anthem for that final series winning game……

Paul: You sang the National Anthem? Wow….at a World Series?! I knew from other stories that you were a singer; I remember you had briefly mentioned singing at Dodger Stadium”.

Me: Just kidding. A cousin of mine from Minnesota sent it to me for Christmas that year. I DID do the anthem at Dodger Stadium and it’s an interesting story that will surprise you in an unexpected way. It’s what I call my “Steve Garvey Story”, so this story is not titled “I sang the National Anthem at Dodger Stadium” story. Here’s why.

It’s kinda interesting, how I managed to be invited to do the National Anthem in the first place. A vendor of mine at that time had a daughter that worked for the Dodger’s front office. My vendor Bob, knew that I sang pretty good because he and I and a few other friends would do the Karaoke thing once in a while. I reckon I’ve always had a singing “Voice” that was recognised by others. At five-years-old I sang “We Three Kings of Orient are, tried to smoke, a Rubber Cigar” in church at Christmastime”, taught “Voice” in Junior College, and did a little singing in Nashville when I was a young man. One day he asked me if I had any interest in maybe singing at a Dodger game sometime. I responded with curious excitement, “Well, I think that would be awesome. Why do you ask?” Bob then explained about his daughter working for the Dodgers front office and said that he had mentioned me to his daughter Susan at dinner a few nights earlier. All Susan needed was a Demo on a cassette tape. I gave Bob a tape within that week, and a week later, I think it was late May or early June, I received a call from the Dodgers, and a date was set for me to sing a few months later. August 13^th, 1981. That was the day that I will never forget. I sang the National Anthem that day, and met most of the Dodger players and the team Manager Tommy Lasorda, coaches, and other staff.

My son Tommy was just a few days past his one year birthday, so here we were, my wife Trudy, my son, and myself. Trudy and Tommy were seated in a section in the stands behind Homeplate that was reserved for all the players wives. Trudy was sitting with Steve Garvey’s wife Cyndy, and all the other player’s wives. After the anthem I would eventually take a seat with Trudy and Tommy to watch the game. Later, my wife would share with me how she had held Tommy up to see me singing, and just before I started singing, she exclaimed with much exuberance, “Look Tommy! There’s your daddy! He’s going to be singing our National Anthem!” Knowing my wife at the time, I’m sure she screamed it out loud enough that folks in Torrance could hear her, hahahahaha. Good for her. It was a proud moment for her. I should have bought her one of those battery-operated megaphones.

I had what’s called a “Dugout Pass”. It basically let me go anywhere in the stadium. I was escorted under the bleachers eventually ending up under the centerfield bleachers/seats. I noticed that as my escort and I were getting close to the center of the centerfield area under the outfield seats, there were about 50 to 60 people, adults and kids, gathered along a line just before that part of the stadium where the thirty foot wide double field gates were, the gates that were the entry/exit point for the vehicles and large equipment. The gates that would be opened for me to walk out to the microphone in deep center field. Those 50 to 60 people were there every game, seeking autographs from whomever big star or celebrity that had just sang the anthem, like a Tom Jones, Cher, Elvis, etcetera.

Now, the way the Dodger management did the anthem singer bookings is this. 90% of the year/season, it was a major star/celebrity that sang, and those were booked well in advance for the entire year/season. The other 10%, was what they called “Public” bookings. 99% of the “Public” bookings were generally small groups, like the “Singing Cadavers” Barber-Shop Quartet from some retirement “Old Folks” home in Pasadena, or a bunch of Girl Scouts from Hawaii, or whatever. That 1%, was THE only, solo gig that year in the “Public” category, and that was me. It was not common to just let anybody, any dude like me, sing the National Anthem. What an absolute honor and thrill it was.

At that time, there was a Dodger second-baseman named Steve Sax. My last name is Saxe. Remember all those fanatics under the centerfield bleachers? They could not see the huge screen over centerfield where a live shot of me was played with my name “Tom Saxe” as I was about to sing. All those dedicated autograph seekers could only “Hear” my name when Vin Scully announced, “Now here to sing our National Anthem is….Tom Saxe”…..(booming applause). Now, the folks in the stadium that COULD see the giant TV, SAW my last name had an “E” on the end of it, making me NOT Steve Sax’s brother. All those dedicated fans waiting for celebrities to sing and come back by them in the tunnel every week? They only “Heard” my last name, and assumed that I was Steve Sax’s brother. Of course, they’re going to want my autograph. I was Steve Sax’s brother. Who knows if it might be worth a lot of money some day.

After doing a pretty good job with the anthem, as I was escorted back and through this crowd of 50 to 60 fans, I think I signed my “Autograph” for at least 35 people, more or less. I purposely signed my name, “TOM SAX”, hahahahahahaha. That was the comedic nature I had back then that I continue to enjoy today. I purposely wanted all those people to continue believing that I was Steve Sax’s brother and hold that autograph of mine dear to their hearts. I think it would have been a huge disappointment for them and myself if I had tried to explain that I was not related to Steve Sax, that there was an “E” at the end of MY “SAX”. They may have shown their disappointment by a lack of enthusiasm, if not downright saying, “Who the fuck are you?”, So, I signed my name, TOM SAX, just like Vin Scully had announced it, with a silent “E”. Over the years, some people have mispronounced my last name and made the “E” like a separate part of two words, TOM SAX-EEE, as it would sound.

After getting through the crowd, my escort and I eventually ended up in the bleacher section where my wife and son were. Alice, my escort had suggested that we first go up in the bleachers to get Tommy, before heading for the dugout for the photo-op part. How awesome was that? I’m now in the Dodger dugout getting their autographs, posing for photos with several of the Dodger players. That’s where all the celebrities would go to get their photo-op with the players. I was doing the same. Photos, and chatting with the players prior to the start of the game.

It was great, like I said, something in my life that I did that I will never forget, and tonight, I’m writing this story to share publicly for the first time. God knows that over the years since, I have verbally shared this story probably hundreds of times with friends. Tommy’s friends, my daughter’s friends, and anyone that brought up the subject in a hotel bar because I used to travel a lot for business back in the day.

Here’s where the “Steve Garvey” part of the story begins. If you are old enough to remember that era, you will remember that during that period of time, you never heard one bad thing about ANY sports figures, baseball, football, basketball, golf, tennis, swimming or professional basket weavers. They were ALL just wonderful examples of human beings that were role-models that our kids could look up to and emulate, that most adults admired, and a few people that were downright fanatic about, even to the point of stalking, by the “I want to bear Jack Perciano’s child” stalker type of fanatic.

Steve Garvey was one of those sports figures that was ALSO well known beyond the baseball world, appearing on talk shows etcetera. At least for California folks, Steve and his beautiful wife Cyndy Garvey were like a Prince and Princess, viewed by the fans and the general public as Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes-Do-No-Wrong and his beautiful “Every Woman wants to be her”, Princess, Cyndy.

I ALSO admired Steve Garvey, like everyone else did. I hadn’t heard about their impending divorce shit yet. I mentioned earlier that I was able to spend some photo-op time in the Dodger dugout prior to the game. During that fifteen minutes or so, I had an absolutely wonderful time meeting the players, getting several photos and autographs.

It was interesting to me that the players and coaches (and maybe some fans) had a superstition that if some celebrity had botched the National Anthem, they felt that they were surely going to lose that game. If the anthem singer did a good job, they would win. Weird superstition. I received a lot of compliments, so I figured I must have done a good job, so the Dodgers would win. Incidentally, they won that night. I’ve forgotten who they beat.

All this time Steve Garvey was out in that grassy area where there was a chalked circle where you see players warming up prior to going up to home plate to bat.  Towards the end of the photo-op time, with my son Tommy in my arms, I walked up to Steve Garvey who was exercising in this “Warm-Up” circle.

Steve had his back towards me when I said, “Mr. Garvey, can I get a picture of you, with my son and I”? Without turning around, he said, “Get the fuck away from me “. WOW! This blew me away. My instant reaction was one of shock. This was the “Saintly” Steve Garvey! A microsecond later I was thinking, “What a rude fucking egotistical asshole HE is”.

At that moment in time, I was one of the few people in the world that knew what an outrageous egotistical prick he was. The other few people were people close to him, like his beautiful wife Cyndy, some of the players, coaches and other staff. Although Cyndy may have had a few things that she did wrong in their marriage that led to their divorce, you know, the old saying, “It takes two to Tango”, Steve and Cyndy were already embroiled in divorce proceedings that would go on for a few years, because he WAS a big prick. Maybe the divorce shit was part of the reason he was so nasty with me.

The public opinions of Steve were in a slow decline in 1981 because of Steve filing for divorce, and because of the little bit of information about their private lives that was slowly getting out into the public. Except for myself and a few of my close friends and family, for the next few years however, the general public would still continue to admire, worship, and wish they could fuck Steve Garvey. Funny.

In later decades, the public relations folks could no longer protect all the asshole sports figures, with stories getting out about the ones who were arrested for spousal abuse, smuggling Cocaine, raping a 12-year-old boy, or whatever the nasty news was. By the time of the Garvey divorce really started  hitting the major media, TV, Radio, magazines, and newspapers, I reckon I had shared my “Steve Garvey Story” with perhaps fifty people, so in addition to the millions of adoring fans, Steve also had a small but growing number of people that had a completely different view of who Steve Garvey really was as a person.

From that day back in August of 1981, I no longer had the same feelings about baseball, and sports in general. I guess you could say I experienced something that was unique at the time, AND, an eye-opener. That’s why what I would normally title, “The day I sung the National Anthem at Dodger Stadium” is titled, “My Steve Garvey Story “.

P. S. August 13th, 1981 was a “Friday”, “Friday the 13th” and that’s why the anthem was not being performed by a famous celebrity. No one wants to sing on a “Friday the 13th” and potentially be dragged through the media sewage if they screw it up. That was a lucky day for me AND the Dodgers (I sang, and they won). Hahahaha!

 

 

Have you ever been in a conversation wherein you feel like you are in total, 100% agreement with the other person, spouse, friend, whatever, and in spite of saying to that person that you ARE in total agreement with them, (that THEY are right/correct), they continue to argue their point, battering you in a somewhat belittling manner? WTF you think, right? What drug is THIS person on anyway?

You keep agreeing point-by point with your spouse, friend or co-worker 100% with what they are saying, and they keep telling you that you’re wrong, that you really don’t understand…..that you’re an idiot or something. And that experience is totally bewildering to you. “Don’t you understand? My bra straps are digging into my skin”….”I agree, perhaps you should switch from a Double D cup to a Triple E”. Let me explain the front end of this experience.

I’m a writer in my retirement. I don’t play Golf because I HAVE been told on a few occasions to choose a different activity, like “Fly Fishing” or Solitaire. I’m not a wealthy man so cruising the world on a 200-foot yacht as an extracurricular activity is definitely out of the question. What I do is write. About everything.

I have a website/blog of my own that I use as a platform for publishing my writing. I’ve had my primary website (I have several) since January of 2016 which was originally intended to be a platform to just share stories of things like my childhood, growing up on a farm, etcetera, with my two “Adult” children. I first started writing to my children because the following month, February of 2016, I was scheduled to have some really gnarly surgery and I knew that I was going to die on the operating table. Obviously, as you can see, I lived.

In addition to my website/blog which now has over one million visits from about 179 countries at last count, I’m very active on farcecrap. I say very active because in addition to my farcecrap home page, I have 41 other “Pages & Groups” of my own that I publish to, in addition to 40+ other groups that I belong to. It’s my sole extracurricular activity, and I totally enjoy it.

Many of the stories/essays that I publish on my website (plus sometimes the Memes that I create along with those stories”, I also publish on farcecrap as a “Link”. Many essays are of a serious nature/subject, and many stories are about my best buddy Shelton, my West Highland White Terrier, and just as many stories are my attempt at “Stand-Up” or in my case, “Sit-Down” comedy. I intentionally publish my writing to farcecrap as a way of directing traffic to my website, plus I have made a lot of real friendships there.

So, instead of playing golf, fly-fishing, shooting ducks and/or deer, or bowling, I write. With as many various groups and pages that I do have, and because I’m always at the set limit of 5,000 friends on farcecrap, publishing my writing does take time, and sometimes seems like a full-time job. Because of that, I don’t always respond in an expedient manner to the many comments and “Private Messages” that I receive on farcecrap because of the amount of traffic I receive.

Some people, mostly people who are NOT on my “Friends List” (real friends that know me), get upset if I don’t respond right away. Recently, there was such a person, who commented on one of my serious posts, and I felt inspired to write about it.

Here’s a Meme and a few paragraphs of my essay to give you an idea what my post was about:

“HERE I COME, TO SAVE THE DAY!”

For something or someone to eventually appear as the “Anti-Christ” and show it’s/his/her agenda, you also would have to believe that Jesus or some other kind of “Savior” is ALSO going to eventually appear. As an Atheist, I don’t believe in ANY of that “Religious” mumbo-jumbo. What I DO believe is that TECHNOLOGY will eventually lead mankind into the fullness of the Age of Aquarius, the “Age of Technology & Peace”.

One only needs to see what technologies like computers and the “Internet” have accomplished so far. People are able to instantly communicate on a wide scale with others who are “Like-Minded” as well as take part in discussions with people and groups that don’t think or believe in the same concepts/notions/theories/objectives.

Here’s a small portion of the dude’s first response “comment”:

I can’t believe you can’t relate “what I do”, in the very first paragraph. That is the god in you, that is going to make all the difference. Shake out of it man!!! The master liars avoid us using technology, to beat them! May I introduce, censorship and algorithms and community standards!!! Let’s talk about the lack of organizational and collaboration and correlation!!! You say not one person or group can change the world, as you bash what stands for good and let the bad guys off the hook, by aiming your energy in the wrong direction.

I didn’t respond right away, so what does he do? He comments again, this time asking me why I had not responded to his original comment. I saw it, and after a few days responded back, politely, thanking him for his comments, explaining politely the number of friends on my “Friends List”, the number of groups & pages that I publish to, etcetera, and that I certainly WOULD respond to him at some point in time.

Now, he comments again, beginning with:

No response Tom Saxe? Am I not worth your time?

And again:

He wrote: Your avoidance is very telling and I hope your followers, can see that clearly.

Multiple comments, to which I politely wrote back to him with a re-hash of my previous comments to him. To be honest, I pretty much told him again and again that I was in agreement with most of what he was trying to convey to me, telling him that the two of us were singing out of the same hymnal. I had suggested a few times that he read the various essays on my website that dealt with the subject matter of my post in a deeper fashion.

Then a final repeat from him which was like a book, again. Here’s just a small portion:

 He wrote: I can’t believe you can’t relate “what I do”, in the very first paragraph. That is the god in you, that is going to make all the difference. Shake out of it man!!!

These very lengthy, multiple comments from him finally convinced me that he had no fucking clue, as far as understanding what my responding comments to him were……that I AGREED with him. It was beginning to feel like a situation wherein you are telling your spouse friend or co-worker that THEY were right…..but he or she STILL wanted to argue, POINTLESSLY I might add.

This dude kept saying that I really didn’t understand, implying that I needed to be schooled on HIS beliefs/thoughts/philosophy, whatever…..and I kept clicking the “Like” button, and responding in a polite, sociable manner, but his comments kept getting more and more bizarre, and negative.

Now, my friends know that I’m an atheist, and that generally, I state that people can believe in whatever floats their “Religious” boat, as long as I’m allowed the same freedom to NOT believe in anything at all.

After reading his last repeated comment which said, That is the god in you, that is going to make all the difference. Shake out of it man!!!”, I politely responded back telling him that I was no longer going to continue the farcecrap conversation with him. I wasn’t angry or upset, I was just tired of it all, like the person who had been repeatedly telling his or her spouse, friend, or co-worker, that their spouse, friend, or co-worker WERE RIGHT…..In my case, I kept telling him that I agreed with 99% of his schtick. That he and I WERE on the same page of the hymnal. He just wasn’t listening.

As comic-relief for myself I thought, maybe what I finally should have written/said was, “Take YOUR God that is in YOU, and stuff it up your Ass”, (but I did refrain from typing that). Quite frankly, I DID appreciate and understand much of what the dude said, I just got to a point where I felt that he was on an acid trip or something. I have not “Blocked” him like I do with the Zionist trolls and other negative people. I’m just bewildered and tired of the conversation with him. I MAY or MAY NOT accept a “Friend Request from him, (leaning towards not).

“The Death of Religions”. In the future, I believe rather than a death taking place, it’s will be an evolution and mixture of at least the main three or four religions of our world today, a morphing/combining of all the necessary parts of the top most popular religions plus potentially bits & pieces of other religions, that is going to take place over time……

Resulting in, golly gee-whiz, a new, PEACEFUL “RELIGION”. A religion that is not hypocritical, is not envious, IS truly LOVING of ALL people wither others may have clung on to their old faiths/doctrine/protocols, or they don’t believe in anything at all, like myself.

I believe that this Aquarian-Age “Religion” will be in the majority with possibly 57% of the people world/wide as “Members”, with 41% of us Atheists that really don’t care, and perhaps 2% of the people still clinging to, (and allowed to), maintain their own archaic beliefs, religious practices, and “Churches”.

I do foresee our species taking the “Right” road when we come to that “Fork in the Road” that some of us can see on the distant horizon. I believe that even though we will take the “Right Fork in the Road”, as a species, we AND our planet will still go through/see some really bad times as we transition fully into the Aquarium Age (purposely miss-spelled, as I often do).

I was inspired to write this essay based on a “Sit around the Campfire” sort of night with a few of my buddies. Most of our cannabis-fueled conversation was centered on (dare I use the word), “Religion”.

One tiny part of our conversation was based around a question Douglas asked me, that lasted one minute and forty-three seconds in its entirety, both question and answer.

Douglas: “Can you provide undeniable proof that there is no God?”, to which I responded, “I don’t care. I don’t feel the necessity of explaining my lack of belief to you or the need to answer your question. You see, I really don’t care if YOU are religious, in any way shape or form, as long as you allow ME to NOT believe, in ANY of what I consider to be man/made religions, thoughts/ dogma, etcetera…..We’ll be fine, and I know that both of us will respect each other’s rights to believe……or not”. Quite simple. End of THAT topic.

Now here’s where it gets REALLY interesting and the reason for this essay. Tonight, my friend Douglas proceeded to get into a lot more detail on the “What, the Why, and the How” of what he believes, and although I’m an atheist, I told Douglas that I would help and support him 100% in what he believes, as it is brilliant, it’s his beliefs and it’s only his, not part of some organized group…..AND, what I believe just MIGHT be the embryonic seed of what I envision for the future, as far as religiosity is concerned.

Mind-Blowing? For me yes, for you the reader, potentially and deservingly so. These are the three primary ingredients of this future belief system that came out our “Fire-Side” chat tonight (no longer will I use the word religion).

Now, sort of similar to the Trinity God thing, there are three distinct parts to this new way/idea/thought. The first is an ancient word in the Hebrew/Judaic faith called NASAH, to test, or be tested and in Christianity, basically is centered around…..Matthew 4:1: “Then was Jesus led up of the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil”. But wait! Was Jesus “Tempted” or “Tested”? Abraham’s faith was “Tested”, he wasn’t “tempted” by God. Many bible scholars now assert/believe that Jesus wasn’t “Tempted” by the Devil, he was “Tested”, i.e., God was “Testing” Jesus (himself?), that Satan, in that case, was only sent there BY God, to “Test” Jesus. Where it falls apart for me is soon as you say “God the Father, God the Son, God, this weed is awesome, etcetera”. IF Jesus was also God in the flesh, then he was testing himself, right? A “Self-Test”. That’s IT! Let’s always “Test” ourselves.

And this led me to the thought that if we “Self-Test”, ask ourselves in our daily lives, if what we are doing is, (in the case of religious folks), pleasing to God, then they/we are on the right track.

Just like for an Atheist like myself, I believe it is a part of our human nature to be loving and kind to ALL people, compassionate, charitable, in other words, following the basic principles of the “Golden Rule”, you know, that “KARMA” thing. Which in effect, is in direct opposition to being naturally sinful & evil, needing help from something external, like a God, only Atheists have eliminated God and any of his middle men like Satan.

Ancient Religious folks had added a few twists to it, like the going to Heaven or Hell part of their belief structure, and the Hebrew dogma Yetzer Harah (the “Evil” inclinations/tendencies) and the Yetzer Ha-Tov, (the”Good” Inclinations/tendencies), along with the Christian version, “Doctrine of Original Sin” (teachings by Augustine of Hippo).

As an example, I believe that a person is not born with “Original Sin” nor with Yetzer Harah. For example, the “evil” malignancy we call “Racism”, is taught, and generally learned from an early age. I always love to see the photos of two young children with different skin colors, embracing each other totally unaware of their physical differences. I think this blows these ancient “religious” teachings clear out of the “Holy” water.

Murderous behavior is a mental illness in my opinion. Violently raping another person (Man, Woman or Child) is an act of a deranged, mentally ill person in my opinion. Pick any abnormal deviant behavior and it’s either “Learned” and acceptable to those teaching it, or an illness of the mind. If we truly perform NASAH on ourselves as part of our constant Modis Operandi, we will eventually stop “testing”, judging others, and we can allow the “Yetzer Ha-Tov” to be manifested in all of us. If a person is “evil”, they are also “sick” and should be treated as such. Sometimes that “evil” is beyond treatment, think Hannibal Lecter, (that WAS a mental institution depicted in the movie).

If we are not subjugated to, and/or “Taught” “Evil”, I believe that we can live a “Good” life, in that if we are looking internally to what I believe is a natural tendency to be “Good”, the Yetzer Ha-Tov, and have the ability to recognize the goodness we all have, internally “Spiritually” with looking internally at who we each are, the NASAH, our world WILL be a better place for ALL humans.  

The second part of the “Trinity” is the use of a “Bible” that does not include ANY of the Old Testament (sorry) and has eliminated several books in the New Testament as well, maybe added a few books that were taken out eons ago, still, a much shorter book to read.

Yes, certain stories of Jesus remain, so the new “Faith” still includes Jesus and he is still believed to be a “Savior and God’s Only Begotten”, but gone are the “You’re going to Hell if you don’t accept Jesus as your Savior” parts. Instead, his teachings of love and respect, charity and forgiveness are what is “Preached” on Thursdays, Tuesday, or another day, depending on the year (see section three of the Triad). Then again, there may not BE any “Jesus” in the new “Faith”. 

This much shortened “Book” leaves out all the blood & gore of the Old Testament and all the questionable things in the New Testament, like all the “End Times, Rapture” bullshit. No need to be reminded of all the nasty shit, plus it becomes a much healthier message to preach and share with others (that 3% still clinging to their old religions should hear). No need to preach to the Atheists, because they just don’t care.

 it sure makes a lot of sense to get rid of the “Hell, Fire & Brimstone” and replace it with the good shit. Think about it for a moment, wouldn’t it be awesome if you could include all the good stuff from the Koran, the New Testament, the Torah, and the good parts of other beliefs/writings, and throw away all the nasty shit? A dude by the name of Marcion of Sinope (in the year 144) may have been onto something. He totally rejected the Old Testament in it’s entirety. See the following:

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcionism

What I believe might be the new belief system/ideology will be something very simple to understand and believe in. A simpler “Operating Manual”. As an Atheist however, I just don’t think it really matters, but I added the previous thoughts on what could be a “New” form of Christianity that MIGHT remain as a comparison. If one doesn’t believe in Heaven or Hell, and doesn’t believe some dude up in the sky created a creature with characteristics that include “Original Sin”, but follows the “Golden Rule”, what else is there to refute that? 

The third part of this “Trinity” of beliefs is based on some obscure-forgotten practice of selecting the “Sabbath” by making it the XX day after XX religious holiday, which changes every year. Here’s the info, just”click” on the “link”: https://www.thecreatorscalendar.com/?fbclid=IwAR1hCpg_0ekJMKp9qMS4ZF05Fn9_XB5QMvWn7PKd__5dyIiKhs6_v-QsP0o

How each year there’s a different day of Sabbath established. It could be a Wednesday it could be a Friday. I think we’re going to need a LOT more Golf Courses. Imagine all the men that HAD to go to church on Sundays with their families that NOW could join their buddies on the Golf Course on a , wait for it……a SUNDAY! Unless of course it just happened to be a year when the Sabbath was on a Sunday.

Name of this new belief/faith? Really, I have no clue and really don’t care, so, I have temporarily named it, “THIS AIN’T YOUR MAMA’S CHURCH…..(AND CANDY STORE)”. At the end of that name, instead of Candy Store for a moment I thought, “Homeless Shelter”, but in the future that I foresee, there will be no homelessness. Candy Store? Well, on days other than the Sabbath, the “Brick & Mortar” place of “Worship” will be a store with healthy, non-sugar-based candies and treats for the children, maybe even a Petting Zoo and Pony Rides, along with the adult part of the store with Herbal/Potion products, Cannabis-Based Oils, great Brownies and of course really good bud.

In conclusion, since the Age of Aquarius is referred to as the “Age of Technology & Peace” as opposed to the Age of Pisces, referred to as the “Age of Religions & Wars”, each “Age” lasting approximately 2,300 years (give or take a few), I  believe that “Religion” as we know it today will be non-existent at some point in time. So, the thought of something like I have described in this essay, a “Newer, more Friendly version of “Christianity”, will in all likelihood eventually fade into the Sunset, along with “God” AND “Jesus” who might be part of that one last phenomenon and attempt at religiosity. As an Atheist, I really don’t care.

P. S. I sometimes wonder if perhaps if there IS a “Creator”, he/she/it might be, at this very moment, gazing through a microscope of some sort, looking at our vast universe in a Petri Dish, saying, “Look at this! How cool is that. Hey! Let’s take a look at another Petri Dish, you know, that one filled with a Junga-Quad-Dillion other atoms.

P. S. S. As an additional somewhat related thought, inspired by a podcast interview this morning, I’ve added the following at 4:00PM the day after my original posting:

 “HERE I COME, TO SAVE THE DAY!”

If this appeals to you, and you feel like you could become a member of “THIS AIN’T YOUR MAMA’S CHURCH…..(AND CANDY STORE)”, get in touch with us.

So it’s about eight O’clock in the evening and I’m playing a little poker on the Internet. I consider myself to be the “King of Table-Talk”, both live-action and on these Internet platforms like this one tonight, which is my favorite site to play on.

So, as you can see from the image, this site uses emojis instead of a player-selected photo of his/herself, or a photo of their fucking ugly dog “Miffie”, and on another site that DOES use player-provided photos, I HAVE seen some great photos AND some really horrible ones.

So, for tonight’s “Conversation” as usual, I try to think of completely insane ideas, subject matters or a goal that I want to achieve with my “Talking/Chatting” which is simply typing my “conversation” into the “chat” box.

When I first sat down at the table there was someone I perceived to be a woman, because the emoji image was of a beautiful blonde woman, BUT, a CARTOON image, hahahahaha. I think her name was “LUANNEA1940”. Now seeing the year 1940 started me thinking…..older, possibly beautiful still, or ugly woman in real life, so I’m sure that on that other site I mentioned, she used a photo of the jar that was filled with the ashes of her dearly-departed dog “Miffie”, I digress.

So, in the “chat” I type in as follows,

DOCTCS:  I ALWAYS GET EXCITED. LIKE COLD SHOWER EXCITED, WHENEVER I HAPPEN TO BE LUCKY ENOUGH TO GET A SEAT AT A TABLE THAT LUANNEA1940 IS ON. TODAY, OH BLESS THE GODS, I HAVE A SEAT RIGHT NEXT TO YOU. HOW ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT, GOORGESS ONE? (authors’ note: I sometimes WILL purposely miss-spell some words just to entice responses to my spelling “errors”)

Now, mind you, I am the only person communicating at this time, and nobody has typed in a direct response. Many times, I’ll get the typical “lol”. Tonight? No response. It’s as if I’m playing against people from other countries and they do not understand/read “English” because that IS the language on this particular website. Once in a while, there will be a little “Chat” going on because like in my case, I know many of the players just from repeated table seating with each other, but the “Chat” is somewhat limited to, NH, TY, GL, etcetera. Occasionally, someone will say, “How have you been Doc?”. THAT’S why I enjoy coming up with something far out of the ordinary, to entertain them and myself, which is what it turned out to be, another “essay” for my website. I even took a screen clip of the table that I was playing at..  So I continue “Talking/Chatting”…..

DOCTCS: IT’S REFESHING TO SEE A BEAUTIFUL FACE OF SOMEONE LIKE LUANNEA1940, BECAUSE QUITE FRANKLY FOLKS, SOME-O-U ARE B U T T U G L Y.

DOCTCS: WHOOPS! LUANNEA1940 IS GONE! WIPED OUT! TOO BAD. I WANTED TO GET TO KNOW HER BETTER. SHE ALWAYS SEEMS TO LOSE BIGTIME WHEN I AM AT THE TABLE

DOCTCS: SOME OF YOU LOOK GREAT HOWEVER, LIKE WMPEREZ1952, DUDE, GREAT PHOTO, LOVE THE BEARD….I’M SORRY BUT DUDE JAHOUSE1, THAT’S A TERRIBLE PHOTO OF YOU BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU LOOK TOO MUCH LIKE A WOMAN IN MY OPINION, AND A SOMEWHAT U G L Y WOMAN AT THAT.

Now, keep in mind that my “Goal” is to convince those other players who at least do read the “chat”, that my eyesight is so fucking bad, the emojis appear as photos of real people, instead of a cartoon image that we all use and see. Hahahahaha. Still, no responses in the Chat Box, so I continue.

DOCTCS: THAT’S WHY I USE A SITE-PROVIDED EMOIJI IMAGE OF A KING OF HEARTS INSTEAD OF A PHOTO OF ME OR MY 2021 CORVETTE, OR MY 85 FOOT YACHT DOCKED 100 FEET AWAY FROM MY MARINA-FACING VERANDA. THERE ARE SOME REAL U G L Y PEOPLE ON THIS PLATFORM, BUT I LOVE THIS SITE, WHICH IS MY FAVORITE OF THEM ALL, AS I HAVE SOMEWHAT FIGURED THEIR ALGOS OUT.

Finally, I get a response.

Luv2Limp: Hey grandpa, put your reading glasses on, they’re just emojis, lol!

Just the kind of response I desired, hahahahahaha

 

Much of China’s REAL power was handed to them on a Silver Platter over the past three decades or so. There was a time when the American citizens were using stuff made right here in America, 99% of the stuff, BECAUSE those same American citizens were actually employed in the thousands of factories here in America making the stuff they bought. Radios, televisions, refrigerators (although the higher end shit DOES come out of Japan and South Korea still to this day).

Everything else? It’s made in China, because the American companies’ “Corporate Boards” deliberately moved all their manufacturing operations TO China because the “Labor” factor here in America was getting out of hand BECAUSE the UNIONS told potential members that if they joined the “Union”, they would double their wages and benefits.

SOOOOOOOOO, the fact is, it’s not China’s fault that the majority of labor-intensive goods were moved there for the benefit of the “Stock Holders” of those companies, said “Corporate Boards” also gave the typical CEO a multi-million dollar bonus every year. “Google” just what percentage of “stuff” that WALMART sells, is made in CHINA.

So, MUCH power is handed to those who accept it, in China, it’s been a decades-long evolution. P. S. That type of power, the money involved, has also driven their own industrial growth, their scientific advances, their own innovation now, instead of just being a source for cheap outsourced labor.

Tie all of that to the overall agenda of the elite-cabal, and they would say that they are on track and on schedule, and China’s just as subordinate as they need to be.

The following portion via Betty Hanson on farcecrap, if she’s not the original writer, then the source is unknown at this time.

In the future China will employ millions of American workers and dominate thousands of small communities all over the United States. Chinese acquisition of U.S. businesses set a new all-time record last year, and it is on pace to shatter that record this year.

The Smithfield Foods acquisition is an example. Smithfield Foods is the largest pork producer and processor in the world. It has facilities in 26 U.S. states and it employs tens of thousands of Americans. It directly owns 460 farms and has contracts with approximately 2,100 others. But now a Chinese company has bought it for $ 4.7 billion, and that means that the Chinese will now be the most important employer in dozens of rural communities all over America.

Thanks in part to our massively bloated trade deficit with China, the Chinese have trillions of dollars to spend. They are only just starting to exercise their economic muscle. It is important to keep in mind that there is often not much of a difference between “the Chinese government” and “Chinese corporations”. In 2011, 43 percent of all profits in China were produced by companies where the Chinese government had a controlling interest in.

Last year a Chinese company spent $2.6 billion to purchase AMC entertainment – one of the largest movie theater chains in the United States. Now that Chinese company controls more movie ticket sales than anyone else in the world. But China is not just relying on acquisitions to expand its economic power. “Economic beachheads” are being established all over America.

For example, Golden Dragon Precise Copper Tube Group, Inc. recently broke ground on a $100 million plant in Thomasville, Alabama. Many of the residents of Thomasville, Alabama will be glad to have jobs, but it will also become yet another community that will now be heavily dependent on communist China.

And guess where else Chinese companies are putting down roots? Detroit. Chinese-owned companies are investing in American businesses and new vehicle technology, selling everything from seat belts to shock absorbers in retail stores, and hiring experienced engineers and designers in an effort to soak up the talent and expertise of domestic automakers and their suppliers.

If you recently purchased an “American-made” vehicle, there is a really good chance that it has a number of Chinese parts in it. Industry analysts are hard-pressed to put a number on the Chinese suppliers operating in the United States.

China seems particularly interested in acquiring energy resources in the United States. For example, China is actually mining for coal in the mountains of Tennessee. Guizhou Gouchuang Energy Holdings Group spent 616 million dollars to acquire Triple H Coal Co. in Jacksboro, Tennessee. At the time, that acquisition really didn’t make much news, but now a group of conservatives in Tennessee is trying to stop the Chinese from blowing up their mountains and taking their coal.

And pretty soon China may want to build entire cities in the United States just like they have been doing in other countries. Right now, China is actually building a city larger than Manhattan just outside Minsk, the capital of Belarus.

Are you starting to get the picture? China is on the rise. If you doubt this, just read the following:

# When you total up all imports and exports, China is now the number one trading nation on the entire planet.

# Overall, the U.S. has run a trade deficit with China over the past decade that comes to more than 2.3 trillion dollars.

# China has more foreign currency reserves than anyone else on the planet.

# China now has the largest new car market in the entire world.

# China now produces more than twice as many automobiles as the United States does.

#After being bailed out by U.S. taxpayers, GM is involved in 11 joint ventures with Chinese companies.

# China is the number one gold producer in the world.

# The uniforms for the U.S. Olympic team were made in China.

# 85% of all artificial Christmas trees the world over are made in China.

# The new World Trade Center tower in New York includes glass imported from China

# China now consumes more energy than the United States does.

# China is now in aggregate the leading manufacturer of goods in the entire world.

# China uses more cement than the rest of the world combined.

# China is now the number one producer of wind and solar power on the entire globe.

# China produces 3 times as much coal and 11 times as much steel as the United States does.

# China produces more than 90 percent of the global supply of rare earth elements.

# China is now the number one supplier of components that are critical to the operation of any national defense system.

# In published scientific research articles China is expected to become the number one in the world very shortly.

And what we have seen so far may just be the tip of the iceberg. For now, we will just leave you with one piece of advice: Learn to speak Chinese.

Postscript: Not Doom or Gloom, this China thing that I have described has been is, and will continue to be, just another part of the evolution process that we have been migrating through for thousands and thousands of years. Changes are coming. I predict that the United States will crumble away from within, slowing at first. Texas will be the first “State” to secede from the Union. Soon after that, Texas will absorb the northeastern portion , about 2/3, of Mexico thanks to a pre-secessation agreement with Mexico’s President Gomez. Next to secede is California, which will absorb Nevada and Arizona shortly after. With new names or not, these new “Republics” will soon see record growths in all areas.

Originally, our government based on the U. S. Constitution was designed to be small, whereas the “States” were to have more autonomy. There WAS a time in our history when ALL government was small enough that there were no “Federal Income Taxes”, and what taxes you did pay were paid to your local city or town government, for basic services. law enforcement and such. Look what happen. Our federal government is so large, it’s become the number one largest spender/consumer of everything, as an example, the Federal Government which includes the military, consumes more petroleum based products that ANYONE else in the world including other countries.

Shrinking the “Fed” down to a fraction will result in the eventual elimination of the need to have a “Federal” government. Those sections on a future map that show how a total of six groupings of area seceded now have totally un-stately sounding names, like, LEFTCOAST for California/Nevada/Arizona. Texan’s overwhelmingly will vote to retain the name TEXAS.

I’ll stop here for now. Basically, what I’m saying if you can read between the lines, is that instead of a “New World Order” like the elite/cabal had planned for, I believe it will be what I call, a NEW AGE ORDER. We will evolve to ALL being WORLD CITIZENS. No boundaries, no passports required. You can find more of this type of thought in many of my earlier posts here on my website.

One final thought, something that I have said many times. Everything we see happening around our world today, all the wars, the Middle East bullshit by the zionists and their puppets like the USA, the growth in China as I just wrote about, EVERYTHING, is indicative of our species crossing over from the Age Of Pisces (Age of Religion & Wars) which has lasted about 2,300 years, into the Age of Aquarius, (the Age of Technology and Peace), think Startrek/Starwars here.

The “IS” being just about everything that is important to us as human beings on this planet we call Earth. I believe that the DEEP STATE has its roots beginning shortly after WW2, and it’s something that evolved from the military/industrial complex of Eisenhower’s presidency (he DID warn us) to what it is today. The “Elite/Cabal” has been around for quite a bit longer, evolving from its early beginnings in the late 19th Century with the early stages of “Central Banking” and has total control over what we now call the “Deep State”.

That evolution of both the Elite/Cabal and the Deep State has taken us up to today with all the needless and insane wars, with no end in sight for those millions of innocent people in every part of the world. That is insane when you also add all the other aspects of the ever-growing, and seemingly unstoppable AGENDA of the DEEP STATE / ELITE CABAL. The absolute control that these relatively few people at the top of the psychopathic pyramid have slowly gained over just the past 60+ years is mind-boggling, let alone it’s evolution over a few hundred years (and/or more).

The Deep State, (and the Elite/Cabal which control them), seem to be unstoppable. Why? Because there is still a large percentage of the world’s population that are just along for the ride, trusting EVERYTHING that their guberments and the mainstream media tell them. Those millions of folks are referred to as the SHEEPLE. Quite frankly, the SHEEPLE are people from every part of our planetary society, from the highly educated to the not so educated. From the wealthy to the poorest, the one thing they lack is “Common Sense” in my humble opinion. It has nothing to do with intelligence.

Even with the millions and millions of people “waking up”, the Elite/Cabal and their puppets, the Deep State, still feel oblivious (safe) and superior to ANYTHING that COULD threaten them and THEIR way of life, and their decades-long, planned agenda. They feel untouchable BECAUSE of the control they DO have, control over our guberments, control over the MSM (mainstream media), the monetary systems, and every industry including the Pharmaceutical/Medical industry, along with all manufacturing associated with the Military/Industrial Complex.

Postscript Up Front: I’ve decided to pitch this as a beer commercial, preferably Coors Light. Final scene at the end ties it all together.

I wrote a new bit for my “Stand-Up” routine. This white dude, a “Cable Guy” that stopped in for his first time, on his way home (for a beer after a long day installing satellite dishes, which was the rage thirty years ago), was sitting at the bar in the Walk Right Inn. The way it got the name? It was named after a Chief from back in the mid-1800’s, Chief Walks Right because when he walked, he never walked in a straight line. He always leaned to his right when walking, so even just crossing a Wagon Trail just trying to get to the other side, it wasn’t easy for him, it would take him a little time, longer than normal, i.,e, abnormally longer than normal. He WOULD get there eventually.

Anyway, this nice little neighborhood”Reservation” bar named for that old Chief, was opened in 1954, and was the only decent place to go. The Walk Right Inn was packed being a Friday night, and the only non-Indian dude in the place was Chester the “Cable Guy”. In between nakareokanana songs, which in Indian means “Karaoke”, Chester’s cell phone goes off (incoming call), “DAADAADADATTTDADAAA!!!”,  the sound  of a Cavalry Bugle Horn blasting out, CHARGE!!

Needless to say, you COULD hear a fuckin’ pin drop. The silence, which lasted for another four seconds, now was replaced with about eight or nine BIG INJUNS voices getting louder, which escalated to one of them saying, “Kimosabe, yes you with the yellow hair, you have less than ten fuckin’ seconds to get out of here alive “, and a split-second later, about 35 Indians……Sopranos, Bass, and Tenor voices, in beautiful three-part harmony, yell out, “DAADAADADATTTDADAAA!!!”.

Needless to say, Lester did a Gold Medal Olympic performance dashing to the door. The photo for the Meme is one taken last night from my front yard. I said, “So beautiful, maybe I’ll paint that (thinking oil painting). Hey! I know. I’ll add a little Indian on a horse….Hey! I know! I’ll add some Calvary Soldiers chasing the Indian!”. To which my roomie simply made the Bugle sound for “Charge”….“DAADAADADATTTDADAAA!!!”. So, not an oil painting, a Meme. to go along with the “Routine”. hahahahahaha

Postscript: Camera pans in on Chester the “Cable Guy” just before he sprints for the door, as he slams down the full glass of beer that’s sitting in front of him on the bar. Narrator: “When you’re in a hurry, and you HAVE to leave, make sure that beer your slamming down is a COORS LIGHT”.

Postscript 2: If you read between the lines, this is a wonderfully positive commercial (and message) for the “Originals” as I prefer to call the descendants of all the various peoples who were here long before the “White Man” ever stepped off of a boat onto land here in America”. If I wanted to piss off the “White, Rednecks”, I would have made Chester “The Cable Guy” character some fat dude with his butt-crack showing. If I wanted to piss off the LBJYQ or whatever they are called, I would have written Chester as a sort of flamer. Instead, Chester “The Cable Guy” is just an average white dude, probably in his mid to late thirties. The fact that his cellphone plays the Cavalry Trumpet call when it rings is just his ring regardless of any intentional racism because it pictorially represents the fact that a very large percentage of the population in “America” has been indoctrinated for generations into a false sense of superiority over many races, not just the “Originals”. The ending is was it is, the triumph over all of our wrongly applied philosophies, ideas, and habits over the past 400 years or so.