REVOLUTIONARY THOUGHTS

Is it really a “Revolution” that’s required to make the changes that we all know we need for “America”, and I might add, for the rest of humanity? I say we DO need revolutionary, fundamental changes to our political system here in the USA as it has morphed to, and exists today. What sparked these thoughts and my reaction to, is Bernie’s recent $15/Hour Minimum Wage Speech on the Senate Floor, with absolutely no other politicians there, an empty Senate Chamber except for maybe a few people and the video camera for the live video feed.

What initially struck me, aggravated me really, was when he was explaining that his proposed “Legislation” would spread the “Raise to $15 per hour” (Federal minimum wage), over a five-year period. I thought, WTF? What’s he doing? Then I immediately understood that THIS, was how he has to sugarcoat the proposed legislation in order for it to be more palatable for those opposed to ANY increase at all. That is insane.

Having to propose something to a bunch of political folks in such a way, that they just MIGHT go along with it without too much haggling and debate?  People of America, these are the same politicians that have for decades, consistently voted to give themselves pay-raises.

We, the “PEOPLE”, elect and send them to Congress to SERVE THE PEOPLE, not themselves and all their many industries that give them financial rewards for supporting their agendas. Like the Pharmaceutical Industry, the Oil & Gas Industry, industries that violate our environmental laws, etcetera. Are these politicians really serving us? And these politically “financially-motivated” hacks have the audacity to refuse to increase something so basic to life as the “Minimum Wage”? Absolutely insane!

Is there ANYTHING that “WE THE PEOPLE” can do about it? In reality, a BIG FAT NO! A friend recently mentioned the word “Strike”. The reason that it may OR may not be effective is because the politicians serve “Corporate America”, so YOUR employers already are at an advantage going in. Do you honestly think that a general nationwide “Strike” will solve the minimum wage issue?

Across America, there ARE a small handful of privately-owned businesses varying in size, that already compensate their employees with a decent wage/living standard then the sought-after $15 per hour. Those company owners ALSO give their employees benefits far beyond the normal that we see today in “Corporate America”. Those company owners are still making a profit on their product and/or service by the way. “Google” that.

Guess why the face of the CEO of General Electric (who’s name I won’t mention because like the song, “Everybody knows his name”) was the center of every Dart Board in every bar in Schenectady New York twenty-some years ago. What I’m saying with that question is fact. The management of ALL the major publicly-traded corporations are there to serve THEIR major stock/shareholders, NOT their employees. Busting the unions at the General Electric power-generation turbine factory and moving their production to other states like South Carolina dealt a devastating blow to not just the employees in Schenectady, but devastated the local economy in Schenectady as well. All these years later that asshole’s picture is still on some of the dartboards.

That was twenty-some years ago, maybe thirty, and the share/stockholders were pleased and rewarded by the “Union-Busting” move by GE. The employees that were not in positions to be offered and make the move to South Carolina? They’re tending bar, you know, the bars with the picture of the CEO on the dart-boards.

So, no, “Striking” probably is useless. Besides, since then, and decades before really, many of the major production factories/facilities here in the good-ole-USA have been closed, jobs eliminated, and we are acclimated to having our refrigerator, radio, television, automobile, jelly beans, underwear, toothpaste, and condoms made in China, India, Japan, South Korea, Mexico, and many other places “off-shore”. If we did see major nationwide strikes, who would we be “striking” against, Burger King?

Ultimately, I believe that change will come. How, I don’t know. We need to somehow make changes in how (and who) our political representatives “Represent”. Perhaps a major overhaul is required, like reducing the compensation that “WE THE PEOPLE” give to OUR political representatives. Reduce it to a “Living” wage, whatever that might be, like somewhere around $60K per year? (throw a dart at the dart-board). Another possible change that has been discussed for decades is Congressional term limits, and THAT HAS TO BECOME A REALITY.

Eliminate the profiteering off of legislation by passing laws making it a crime to pass legislation that eases environmental restrictions on certain industries, or passing laws making it impossible for victims to seek justice and compensation from the pharmaceutical industry, and other legislation that does not benefit WE THE PEOPLE (and by the way, all the while these life-long professional politicians are receiving millions of dollars in their campaign war-chests for doing serving their corporate masters). In other words, profiting off of attempts to pass legislation that is not in the interest of WE THE PEOPLE, would/should put you in prison.

Democracy has been dead and buried for a very long time, listen to Eisenhower’s famous last speech. Many say, (and I agree) that “America” has become the largest, war-mongering, killer of innocent people, in our world’s history, thanks to the “Military/Industrial Complex” that Ike talked about. What we have now is a “Corporation” with sole power, managed by the financial and corporate system, FOR THEM, not for “WE THE PEOPLE”. Money is absolutely absolute in that those in power regardless of their particular level in the pyramid are there to do the bidding of, and to insure that those at the higher levels are satisfied. And you think they care about making sure that you are earning a living wage for flipping hamburgers? Give me a break.

Revolution? Or taking part in bringing about revolutionary, fundamental changes to our country, but not just our own country, but world-wide. Global change. Changes that will bring our entire planet together in a new age of peace, prosperity, and happiness for all.

Sounds like a dream. Yeah, go ahead, spread that $15/Hour over five years because it will make it easier for the millionaire politicians to swallow. Wake up America! Let’s at least have conversations about this. Maybe TOGETHER, over time, we can do something positive for a change…..And for a REAL CHANGE.

As a species, we have finally crossed over the approximate 150 to 200 year threshold between the Age of Pisces-“Wars & Religions”, into the Age of Aquarius-“Technology & Peace”. We will still see, and suffer from, all “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly” that we are known for, as a species. Even my grandson’s grandchildren will still see much turmoil and suffering, but they also will be witness to the greatness that is in our future. I certainly will not be around, but I can still write about, perhaps even sometimes predict, what is in the future for mankind. I forever remain optimistic about the future for all, and our planet.

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

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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    Poker “Tells” and a few other fun facts

    For all of my friends that play real Poker, live in person, not the online crap, you probably already know that one of the key factors in being a successful poker player is “reading” your opponents “Tells”. Those sometimes-easy reads AND the mostly difficult reads, when an opponent’s “Tells” give the other player’s information about the strength or weakness of a hand, I.e., “Reading a bluff” for example, or knowing when to fold because a player’s particular “Tell” is “Telling you and the other players”, that he or she has a “Nut” hand, and a “Fold” of YOUR hand would be advisable.

    “Tells” can be ANYTHING. The way a player caps his hole cards with his little trinket like a Gummy Bear, or the way a player repeatedly looks at his hole cards as if the cards might have somehow changed, “Yup, my Pocket Rockets are still there”. A “Tell” can be something like, scratching his or her head or nose, or it might be a certain look, like a smirky smile or frown, or an action like pulling the hood on a hoodie over his/her head completely hiding his “I’ve got the nuts” grin.

    You will notice that the best of the professional poker players are emotionless, and very difficult to read, but even with them, they DO have “Tells”, it’s just more difficult to see them and takes repeated exposure to them over time (sometimes years) to figure out what their particular “Tells” are. That’s why THEY are millionaires, and you’re not.

    Now, I’m NOT a “Pro”, as I can’t afford the huge tournament entry fees which can be as much as $10,000 for most of the largest tournaments. I HAVE won one old-fart Sunday tournament many years ago in Laughlin, and I consider myself to be a fairly good “Texas No-Limit Hold’em” player.

    Part of my own “Game/Strategy” is telling all the other players right up front at the beginning of a tournament/game exactly what to watch for, as far as MY potential “Tells” COULD be. I say COULD be, because it adds a little confusion when they have to either believe me, take their chances or not, I.e., “Is that REALLY a “Tell”, or not?”.

    As an example, as soon as I sit down, and before the first hand is dealt, I’ll tell the table that if they see me leaning slightly to my left, slowly lifting my right butt-cheek off my chair as if to fart (and sometimes I MAY have eaten a greasy burrito prior to the game and I DO release a little gas), that “Tell” is indicating that I have “Pocket Rockets” and the “Flop” was “Ace-King-Three” off-suit. In other words, an extremely likely, very high percentage, “Nut” hand for me (or not).

    Why I said (or not) at the end of the previous paragraph is because obviously, getting Pocket Rockets (Aces) doesn’t happen very often, so that “Leaning-Fart Tell” can also be used in a bluffing situation when I have a junk hand. This announcement of that particular “Tell” can be randomly used with any “Nut” hand as well. I mix up the “Tells” during a game, and by being up front about it, the other players have to think a little more carefully, Is he bluffing? Or does he have a real hand? I call this strategy “Tell Management/Confusion”.

    Players are always trying to figure out what other players “Tells” are, so adding a little confusion to the mix by announcing what to look for is fun, and absolutely funny to me. Be very careful with your play/betting action when you see me slightly lift either my left or right butt-cheek off my chair .

    If you’re going to attempt this strategy, I suggest that you eat really greasy Mexican food prior to the game. Another favorite “Tell” of mine is picking my nose, which I also mention at the beginning of a tournament/game. Friendly reminder, bit of advice, do not, I repeat, do NOT flick that booger at the dealer when he’s not looking. The other players WILL “Tell” on you.

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    Occasionally, but rarely, someone raises your substantial bet that you placed after the “River” card from the “Button” by going “All-In”. They either have been checking all the way through the hand with the “Nutz”, or they are trying to bluff you off the pot. You have a decision to make. Either call the “All-In” bet….Or “Fold”, either losing to the Nutz hand and leaving that table, or winning big-time. The related analogy as a continuation of this MEME/Story is the maid suddenly unlocks your hotel room door, walks in, and catches you “Spanking the Monkey” after the Hooker has left.

    I either end up distracted and lose, (or accidently win) big hands, or I end up distracted and accidentally spill a little fresh bong water on my…… Laakm&enjo%nepw…..(laptop is ok now). OK, OK, I’ve never been addicted to Porno, but who hasn’t watched “Debbie does Dallas”, or some 8mm B & W porno made back in the sixties by some dude named Harvey Fleischman in New Jersey or New York? P. S. at 72, I’m much better at playing poker or refilling my bong, just sayin’.

    The “Nutz” Hand

    I’m the “Table-Talk” Champ. 

    
    

    Thanks for reading this little essay. Let’s play some poker!

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

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

    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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      VAERS DATA – DEATHS FROM THE COVID VACCINES

      HERE’S ANOTHER REALLY IMPORTANT PUBLIC SERVICE MESSAGE

      THIS LINK IS TO THE U. S. GOVERNMENT WEBSITE WHERE THE FOLLOWING EXCEL FILE WAS DOWNLOADED FROM: https://vaers.hhs.gov/index.html

      IT’S ALL YOU REALLY NEED TO KNOW. IF YOU ARE FAMILIAR WITH MIGRATING AROUND AN EXCEL SPREADSHEET, SCROLL DOWN, AS THE NUMBERS OF DEATHS FROM THE COVID-19 SO-CALLED “VACCINES” INCREASE THE FARTHER THAT YOU SCROLL DOWN. YOU WILL SEE HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE DIED IN THE PAST FEW MONTHS FROM THIS ABOMINATION AND HOW THE NUMBERS OF REPORTED DEATHS ARE INCREASING. FOR THE HELL OF IT ALSO TAKE A READ OF THE COLUMN “I” TITLED “SYMPTOM_TEXT”  THAT GIVES GREAT DETAIL OF THE SYMPTOMS/CARNAGE THAT PEOPLE ARE SUFFERING FROM, I.E., THE SEIZURES, UNCONTROLLABLE SHAKING, SHITTING THEMSELVES, FACIAL PALSY, ABDOMINAL PAIN, NAUSEA, EYEBALLS POPPING OUT OF HEAD, VOMITING, PAIN, HEART ATTACKS, TOTAL BREAKDOWN OF LUNG FUNCTION, PAIN, ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA ETCETERA

      DIEDandtheDATEDIED

      I WOULD NORMALLY SAY “GOOD LUCK”, BUT SHEEPLE REFUSE TO BELIEVE THE TRUTH WHEN IT’S STARING RIGHT AT THEM. UNFORTUNATELY FOR THOSE THAT HAVE DIED, THE TRUTH STARED DOWN AT THEM WHEN THEIR CASKET WAS BEING LOWERED INTO THEIR GRAVE-HOLE-IN-THE-GROUND

      Go ahead, take the “JAB” or WAKE UP!!!

      P. S. i CREATED THIS “POST” BECAUSE FARCECRAP DOES NOT ALLOW THE POSTING OF EXCEL SPREADSHEETS 

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

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

      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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      If you “Like” this PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT and you want to buy me a cup of coffee for my efforts here, then send me a few bucks via the PayPal link. Thanks!

       

       

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        “We are all getting Blue-In-The-Face repeating ourselves”

        ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. The real facts are continually being published and seen on a daily basis proving beyond a shadow of ANY doubt that we ALL have been witnesses to the greatest SCAM against mankind in history, the COVID-19 Scam-Demic, which is part of a much broader plan by the “ELITE/CABAL” hereinafter referred to as “THEY”, “THEM” “THEIR”.

        THEY, (the perpetrators), thought that by coercing medical professionals (Doctors) by threatening to pull their licenses to “practice” medicine, and by threatening other medical professionals like Nurses and other staff with termination of their jobs, that THEY could get away with this “operation” that had been planned and conceived many years ago.

        At the international level, imagine if you were a leader of a country and was given only two choices, become wealthy beyond your imagination (and live)….or die of a sudden heart attack, or perhaps the “covid” takes you out, or maybe it’s just the threat of a bullet to the head. If you were the leader of a country, which would you choose? YES! The money (and the power/membership). Plus, don’t forget that the majority of the world’s political and financial leadership are members of groups like the World Economic Forum and other related groups, like the Bilderberg Group

        It’s surprisingly funny that THEY have not yet passed laws in all the participating countries stating that all “Useless Eaters” over the age of 60 shall be exterminated and turned into Girl Scout Cookies. If they DID go to that extreme, I’m sure that the remaining “Useless Eaters-Sheeple-Slaves” would say, “Well, it IS a good thing, for the rest of us”.

        With the Scam-Demic fairy tale failing to become what they originally intended (a real killer), and since it turned out to be something with a 99-plus percentage survival rate, their next step (planned in advance) is the unprecedented, unproven, and unpredictable “Experimental Biological Agent“ (Vaccine). By “Hook or Crook”, THEY are intent on killing off as many people on our planet as they can. Either people die now, which thousands have/are, or they die over the next five years if they have accepted the “JAB”, that’s the plan.

        Wars will continue, and famines and all sorts of other unimaginable atrocities and “Natural” disasters will continue, along with this new method of eliminating the “Useless Eaters”. UNLESS, we THE PEOPLE of this planet we call Earth do something about it…..do something to stop THEIR end game.

        There IS a way to stop all this bullshit. No matter how strong a voice is for TRUTH, THEY are the Master Puppeteers and THEY WILL silence you, just look at the fact that Instagram has recently removed RFKJR’s account.

        So many Truth-Tellers are being de-platformed simply for broadcasting the TRUTH. The Truth-Tellers are being booted off of every major Social Media platform there is. Well, go figure, platforms like farcecrap are controlled by the Puppet Masters just like the control THEY have over the Main Stream Media (MSM) and all our various guberments.

        What can we do you might ask? It’s complicated, it’s revolutionary, but it’s not impossible. As I’ve been preaching for a long time, the ONLY way to defeat THEM, is to ORGANIZE, COLLABORATE, and SYNERGIZE.

        I’ve also stated in the past to start investing in Gold, the “Hold in your hand” kind of Gold. Find a place to bury that Gold, because when the Shit DOES hit the fan, all the Fiat Money like the US Dollar will be “Useless as Wings on a Penis”. Guns? Yes, I believe that the folks who ARE awake will need to protect themselves. Militias? Start organizing amongst yourselves, i.e., ALL like-minded Militias, organize under one banner or flag, please, you WILL BE NEEDED. Food? Start growing your own if you can, and/or join or initiate “Community Gardens”. There is much to do, like I said, defeating THEM is complicated, but not impossible.

        To be continued…..

        P. S. If you are seriously interested in DOING something, contact me.

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

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

        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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          “Out Cold Joshua (OCJ)” takes a little nap

          I remember a particularly pleasing and life-lesson event one time way back in 1959 in Grade School. I was in the 6th grade. Every school had their “Bully”, you know, the asshole that had flunked a few grades and was two years older (and bigger) than all the other kids.

          It was recess, and as usual, the Bully, Joshua Dingleberrystein, was picking on a different kid than me this time. Joshua was twice the size of this little 5th Grader Billy Sullivan. About five minutes into this oh so familiar, punishing scene, right after Joshua had knocked Billy down with a punch in the nose, another kid, a girl, Alessia, had slipped a pair of Brass Knuckles into Billy’s hand.

          Joshua had NOT seen the slipping of the Brass Knuckles into the hand move by Alessia, (where she got the Brass Knuckles from is another interesting part of the story). Anyway, Billy got up holding his right hand out of sight, slightly behind his back. Joshua walked up to take another swing at Billy and out of nowhere, Billy landed the hardest punch that I’ve ever seen by a kid in my school and hit Joshua square in the temple. KNOCKED THE FUCKING BULLY OUT!

          The twenty or so other kids including myself, who had been standing there watching Joshua abuse another kid (and all of us sad for Billy, but glad it was not one of us) CHEERED! Billy had knocked Joshua out cold.

          The recess bell rang a few minutes later while a few of us were urinating on Joshua’s face (we were only trying to wake him up). Everyone except “Out Cold Joshua” or “OCJ” for short, (his new nickname) went back into the school and to our various classrooms. Mrs. Johnson, my teacher, asked where Joshua was. I said, “We’re pretty sure he’s still out on the playground over by the swings taking a little nap”.

          Mrs. Johnson left the classroom and left Alessia in charge. We were reading Shakespeare or maybe it was something about Lincoln, I don’t exactly recall. We all got up from our desks and ran over to the windows to watch Mrs. Johnson as she walked over to where Out Cold Joshua was still laying. Someone said, “Geezus, I hope Billy didn’t kill that asshole”.

          Imagine, Mrs. Johnson, knowing what kind of prick this asswipe Joshua was, the whole school including all the teachers knew that Out Cold Joshua was a ruthless Bullying piece of shit, but there was nothing they could do about it because Joshua’s father, Mr. Dingleberrystein was the owner of the only bank in our community, and NOBODY dared to defy him, or upset his applecart in any way.

          Everyone, the adults that is, banked there, had loans there, and pretty much were obedient “Customers, of Mr. Dingleberrystein. Mrs. Johnson was successful in waking Joshua up from his nap and walked him in and we reckoned, to the nurse’s office. The school day ended and we all went home wondering what was going on in Joshua’s head, and still laughing about the incident on the playground over near the swings.

          We didn’t see Joshua for two days. Two days later, I walked into Mrs. Johnson’s class and there he was, sitting there, quietly. His forehead was all puffed out and black & blue which made him look more like a baboon than he already was. “Hey, OCJ, how the fuck are ya dude?” I said with absolutely no remorse or fear.

          Out Cold Joshua no longer picked on other kids, and apparently, the reason why is because when Mr. Dingleberrystein had sought out the who, what, and why of the Brass Knuckles, he found out that they belonged to Alessia’s father, Mr. Calabrese, who had just moved his family here from Chicago. It was kind of strange but interesting to us farm-kids, you know, the word “Mafia”. Mr. Calabrese had opened up a small grocery store in nearby Soderville. Needless to say, Mr. Calabrese didn’t give a flying fuck what Mr. Dingleberrystein thought, “Yes, those where MY Brass Knuckles, you ugly hook-nosed fat fuck”, (someone said they heard Mr. Calabrese say).

          The point of the preceding story is to say this. What if some of the ultra-wealthy folks actually pooled their money together and acquired, let’s say, 35,000 packed-for-airdrop (with thousands of cases of ammo) the latest and greatest new Sniper Rifle called the MRAD, (Multi-role Adaptive Design) manufactured by Barrett Firearms Company (design based on their earlier — and wildly popular 98B bolt-action rifle), AND, 2,500 packed-for-airdrop  FIM-92 Stinger MANPADS fire-and-forget missile manufactured by Raytheon Missile Systems, AND 2,000 or so miscellaneous containers,  rigged-for-airdrop, containing medical supplies, water, food (MRE’s), and other items required to sustain an army of normal citizens of Palestine, you know, the people that have been living under apartheid conditions for decades.

          Zebrael, what do you think? Do you think that you’re still going to fly those F-16’s and F-15’s over the innocent people of Palestine, dropping your bombs, killing people, and do you think you dare send your troops into areas of Palestine that received the aforementioned weapons? You fucking BULLY! Palestine now has a pair of Brass Knuckles you fucking turds!

          Interesting to imagine, wish for, but I am serious about this issue. Zebrael has been the “School-Yard Bully” for generations and this one-sided aggression could be stopped if the people of Palestine were given a pair of “Brass Knuckles”.  Billionaires, let us pool a small portion of your wealth together and turn zebrael into “OUT COLD JOSHUA”.

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

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

          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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            DRUGS R US – The Inglorious Bastards & Murderers

            A meeting takes place on some rural country road in Kansas. Two vehicles approach each other in the middle of the night. All the local farmers and their families are asleep. It’s two in the morning. Two men get out of their vehicles. One of the men strips down to his underwear. Good thing it’s Summertime, 80 degrees. The stranger in his underwear has done this before. It’s a precautionary thing, you know, hard to hide a miniature microphone to record any conversation you are having when you’re damn near naked. Did the other dude check his butt-hole?

            The dude with his clothes on says, “Drop the skivvies, you know the drill”. Only two things are spoken by the dude who still has his clothes on, a woman’s name and her address in San Diego. Immediately thereafter, the almost naked dude pulls up his underwear and without saying a word, puts his clothes back on, gets back into his vehicle. They drive off in opposite directions.

            A “Hit” was just ordered. No Manila folder with data and photos of the intended victim. No envelope with $100 bills in it. Just a name and address. Two weeks later, no weapon involved, or “broken” brake lines on her car. The eventual method of killing the victim is a “drug” suppository that is shoved up her ass ala Marilyn Monroe style that causes major organ failures yet makes it appear as a long-term illness.

            Six weeks later, after the lengthy toxicology screening post-autopsy, nothing out of the ordinary is found, and the official cause of death is reported as a massive Liver/Kidney/Spleen/Gall Bladder failure. The victim? She was a former Sales Rep for DRUGS R US, one of the world’s largest pharmaceutical companies with 40,000 employees world-wide and sales of almost $50 Billion for the year ending 2020.

            She had left DRUGS R US a few years earlier after she had discovered that the management of the company had prior knowledge of one of their newest drugs for reducing Arthritis pain causing the deaths of tens of thousands of patients/users of the drug, and that this knowledge was known a few years in advance of them finally pulling the drug off the market. DRUGS R US was knowingly killing people.

            She was eliminated, murdered, because of her outspoken “Whistle Blowing”. Life IS cheap and/or worthless, and of no consequence when it comes down to it, especially when you have a corporate identity, stock value and shareholders to protect.

            The people at the top level of management? Most of the upper management were clueless, other than being made aware that a “Whistle Blower” had unfortunately (or fortunately) died of natural causes. They didn’t even bat an eye, could care less, and continued on with their daily biz of running the company. There WERE two people on the Board of Directors that “Winked” at each other when they heard the news of “Sally” the Drug Seller’s death.

            Do your own research. It’s easy to figure out the name of the drug company involved and the name of the woman they murdered. It’s also easy to find out who is on their Board of Directors and where they live. Part of my story IS fiction, like the two dudes on some dirt road in Kansas in the middle of the night. Some parts are speculation for now, and some parts are real. I decided to use a fictitious name for the pharmaceutical company that was involved, and a fictitious name for the “Whistle Blower” victim as I do NOT want to end up dying of “Natural” causes because someone shoved a suppository up my ass.

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

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

            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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              “Trees, Fences, Garbage Receptacles, and EVERYTHING on any Grassy area”

              You know how when you walk your dog (outside) and they never go in the same spot twice? Like they can’t stand the smell their own pee? Gott behüte! (Heaven forbid!).

              And, if where you live has a (combined) 3,684 “Trees, Fences, Garbage Receptacles, and EVERYTHING on any Grassy area” (my title for this piece) you know what I’m saying. Silly me, I always walk to the first three trees that he ever pissed on. Shelton sniffs at the first tree. 360 Degrees later (walk around the tree), no pee, and Shelton looks up at me with a slight grin as if to say, “On to thee next tree, stupid”.

              Same thing second and third tree, except this time, after the third tree, I say out loud what I only thought of at the first two trees, “I guess you can pee when and where you want to, and I can go sit on that fucking  bench over there when I want to”, (as I turn and start walking over to the bench, finally, after the first three trees. No, I can’t just skip the first or last two trees, because that would be defeating my purpose of always starting with the first three trees which are no more than 50 feet away from the kitchen door of the casa.

              Shelton’s on a leash, because we live so close to that idiot’s house at Mara Lagoo, or whatever it’s called. So, I have to say, Shelton always trots along with me, I never have to yank on his leash as a signal. Well, on to number, 1,872 of all the different things he’s pissed on, “We’re halfway there, dude”, I say to Shelton.

              Infrequently, I need to find a big tree that I can ALSO take a piss behind. I’ve always been lucky the four times in that Shelton and I would be on the south side of our estate where all the really old, huge Oak trees are at. Today, we are on the west side where all the Birch trees are, if you get my drift (Oak trees big, Birch trees thin). Oh, and every time I AM pissing behind one of those Oak trees, I have this crazy feeling that somebody’s watching.

              The neighbors say that that dude Frump likes to get off on watching dudes pee on MY Oak trees (yes, my two assistants walk Shelton sometimes and have the same issues regarding how many different places Shelton can sniff out and decide to go on to that Water Fountain). Maybe THAT’S why frump is looking at THEM, you know, my two assistants that insisted (requested) that they walk Shelton together. Then they get out there in that forest of really Old Oak trees, and wank each other off or something? Is THAT what frump is looking at with his binoculars?

              P. S. This story was inspired by my last walk with Shelton, AND….Wait for it…..That single small rectangular piece of “Chocolate” that I purchased earlier today. My son was right. Holy Crapola! Like he said, “Dad, be careful with those edibles. They can really surprise you when they hit, and DON’T take more than one small piece”. I can say that it was a very pleasant, relaxing, and inspiring high.

              As I finished the above, and published it here on my website, and posted it to approximately 80 different pages and groups on farcecrap, I “Clicked” the switch off on my wireless mouse as I always do when I need to take a break, and it’s ALWAYS a good time to take Shelton out to do his business (craps twice a day. Once in the morning , and then late afternoon-early evening, pees four to five times a day, (that’s a LOT of “Trees, Fences, Garbage Receptacles, and EVERYTHING on any Grassy area”), and Shelton, who WAS sound asleep next to my chair, snapped to when I “clicked” my wireless mouse off….like someone lit a match under his big toe. He knows the “click” of that mouse switching-off sound. Anyway, I walked down the hall to the kitchen mixed myself a Martini (shaken, not stirred, with a twist of lemon, a splash of Vermouth,no olives or olive juice), and then I opened the cupboard where I keep all my munchies, and as I thought to myself, “Gee, there’s that “Chocolate” sitting right next to the Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.  Hmmmmm. I grabbed the Reeses this time.

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

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

              Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                It’s NOT anti-semitism to abhor zebraism

                I viewed a recently posted video by Sarah Silverman wherein she expressed her stance and support of, the BDS movement, and her attempt at distinguishing the difference between the “Average Jewish” people and their apartheid zebraist “guberment”.

                I agree with most of what she said, “It’s the guberments, not the people”, BUT (and you can see it’s a BIG BUT) she forgot to mention a few things, like, there ARE many of the “Average People” running over and killing Palestinian children with their cars, tearing down Palestinian homes, (some homes that have been there for a hundred years or more)…..How about the “people” ripping up, destroying Palestinian Olive orchards, doing many other despicable and atrocious things to the Palestinian people, and THOSE zebraists are NOT the “guberment”, they are the regular citizens who for generations have been indoctrinated into a very evil way of life.

                Another difference that I have with Sarah Silverman and most of the Jewish people that feel the same way that she does about the apartheid treatment of the Palestinian people; There would not be a need for the Palestinian Authority and/or Hamas to do what they do in resisting and fighting against the zebraists and the apartheid conditions IF the zebraist “guberment” treated ALL people of Palestine as equals.

                And that brings me to my final comment. Palestine has always been there, and the audacity for the Colonial “Invading other countries” British to give the country of Palestine to the zebraists via the Balfour Declaration in 1917 was at the very least, ILLEGAL then, continued to be illegal in 1948, and it’s illegal now. Given the history of the area, a two-state solution would be a kind gesture of compromise on the part of the Palestinian people, as that “state” IS and always WAS, the country known as Palestine.

                I have my own thoughts/ideas of how that whole cluster-fuck in Palestine and the rest of the Middle East can be remedied. As a species, we are finally entering fully into the Age of Peace (Aquarius) from 2,300 years or so in the Pisces Age, (of Religion & Wars). I AM optimistic that we will survive what we will be going thru in the next hundred years or so. If anyone is interested in discussing this, please PM me. Thanks.

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

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

                 

                Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                  Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! Share this short story by sharing the website URL “Link” if you liked it.

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

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

                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                    New Bay of Pigs? IDK

                    The Beginning of the Aquarian Age

                     

                    The year was 2022, and what had begun as world-wide demonstrations in the Summer of 2021, quickly gained size and speed by December of that year. The “Snow-Ball rolling Downhill” had become an organized “Snow-Ball”.

                    People all over the world had begun to wake up beginning in 2015, some earlier, some later, thanks to farcecrap and other platforms, but not only wake up, a very large percentage of the “Awakened” began to ORGANIZE in early 2021 (fulfilling a desire of mine, one that I had been preaching about for several years), and with that organization on a massive scale, came the SYNERGY. Because of that synergy the elite/cabal was taken down, and THAT happened quickly.

                    As it was no longer just another conspiracy theory, the Puppet-Masters, WERE indeed a handful of families at the top of that elite/cabal pyramid, you know, that pyramid with the “All-Seeing-Eye”, and yes, the Rothschilds were one of the families and it was true that the “Bankers” had been manipulating world events like WARS for well over 200 years.

                    It’s interesting that platforms like farcecrap, with all the censoring of anything anti-zebraism, ultimately was a huge part in helping people to organize against the elite/cabal and the various guberment systems. In March of 2021, a new platform (APP) was introduced that enhanced in a positive way, what had been happening, the connectivity, on all the pro-zebraist platforms. Whoopsie.

                    This new platform, enhanced the efforts of the “Awakened” who knew that the primary key to defeating/eliminating the elite/cabal was ORGANIZING, which led to the SYNERGY, which quickly led to the re-boot of civilization, total eradication of the elite/cabal and the zebraist Puppet Masters, and a totally new system of minimal governance, world-wide.

                    Early on, in the United States, the forty-some U. S. State “Militias” formed one single “United People’s World Militia”, and recruitment was at an all-time high with veterans, law enforcement, and average citizens joining, and training/working together.

                     

                    The first attempt by the elite/cabal to quash this phenomenon took place in Los Angeles in January of 2022. At the request of the Governor of California, the President had ordered martial law and the National Guard, to respond first to the uprising in Los Angeles, and then in Sacramento and San Francisco. The National Guard was also sent to seven other major U. S. cities. This phenomenon took place in 25 other countries and in as many cities.

                    Not just an uprising, but a take-over, not just people marching/protesting, but physically arresting the politicians who were once puppets to the Puppet Masters. There was little violence really, because 90% of all the various law enforcement agencies including the National Guard took part in this “Uprising” of the people, in what would eventually be called, “The Aquarian Uprising” and sometimes referred to as “The Aquarian Revolt”.

                    Simultaneously, as if it was planned, all over the world in all the major cities, the same phenomenon took place. It wasn’t so much planned as it was the fruit of that ORGANIZATION and SYNERGY that I mentioned earlier.

                    It wasn’t “Anarchy”, that started that snowball rolling, it was SYNERGY. People from every level, socially, and economically were ORGANIZED into one synergistic entity, and became a fundamental part of the beginning of the “Dawning of the Age of Aquarius”, which changed the world. Rich, including the super-rich, and the poor, including the poorest of the poor, were ORGANIZED and acting with true SYNERGY, world-wide.

                    Several of the billionaires who were amongst the “Awakened”, suddenly realized the true purpose/nature of their wealth, and that “Re-Distribution of Wealth” thing, that had been the topic of many conspiracy advocates and honest politicians for decades, became a different kind of reality for them.

                    The super-wealthy that were part of the elite/cabal that remained opposed to this different type of “Re-Set” than what THEY had planned, are now spending the rest of their lives (in luxury) on an island in the South Pacific, where they have had to learn how to grow their own food, raise and tend to their own livestock. Think “Island of Île Saint-Joseph” in the movie “Papillon”, only these remaining rich fucks are happy as pigs rolling around in their own shit, with their mansions, swimming pools and tennis courts in a tropical paradise that have been provided to them for the rest of their lives. The King of the United Kingdom (the queen died) and most of the “Royal” family is on this island, along with a few dozen other former Puppet Masters and leaders who were once part of the elite/cabal. Need I say that the remaining remnants of the Rothschilds, and other families from the once formidable top of the pyramid are also on “Chattel Island”. In total there’s about 120 people on that island.

                    Our old financial systems based on usury and “Taking” became a new system based on “Giving/Sharing”. The “Universal Income” bullshit is just that, archaic bullshit. Instead, the “System”, one of giving/sharing was developed. “Money”, does not exist, no need for banks, wallets, credit cards, or checking accounts. After grocery shopping, no check-out lines, no cash registers/cashiers, you fill up your grocery cart with what you and your family needs, and walk out. Need your prescription for blood-pressure medicine re-filled? No problem. Use the universal “APP” on your phone or the one built into your medicine cabinet in your bathroom, and your meds are delivered by one of those tiny drone helicopters the same day.

                    Everyone has a “Home”, a place to raise their families, with no house payments or rent, all the essentials like food and medical care are free, at no “Cost” because the new “System” is based on “Sharing/Giving” rather than “Lending/Taking”. Those that “Have” give/share with those that don’t “Have”, i.e., those in need receive and in turn, they also “Give/Share”.

                    Whatever your “Job” or “Career” is, you no longer are “Paid” for your skill-set/work, you receive your “Compensation” in the form of having ALL your needs met, and in turn, you share/give to those in your own community. Our planet has become like one gigantic “Commune”. The factories of the military/industrial complex are now manufacturing items to enrich our lives, not to destroy.

                    Not “Socialism”, not “Communism”, certainly not a “Democracy” or “Bureaucracy” as what had been known in the past. Call it whatever, our new system has proven to be one that is worthy of being called a part of our planet’s “AQUARIAN Age”.

                    In July of 2022, a new form of world governance replacing the United Nations was established with the creation of the “World Council” at the top, consisting of eight unpaid “Elected” citizens who are the “Shepherds” of the flock, the “World’s People”. These eight individuals are from the northern and southern hemispheres, from the east and west half of our planet and are professionals in various fields of endeavors.

                    We no longer have “Nation States”. We are ALL inhabitants of this planet we call Earth, no borders, no passports, no problems. With no monetary system, when something needs to be done, like build a new dam, erect a bridge, etcetera, the skilled citizens just do it, using the raw materials that have been turned into the various materials and equipment required to complete whatever needs to be done. Growers grow the food, and the supply chain delivers. Artists are known for their work, not for how much their work is worth in the “Old” financial system. Writers write, musicians perform/entertain. Throughout all walks of life and what used to be called “Occupations”, people are doing what they love, because they love what they’re doing.

                    It’s amazingly simple. The needs of all people are met, and oh, by the way, we have totally eliminated the use of carbon-based fuels for our transportation needs as new technology in what can be described as almost “Perpetual Motion” and smaller and smaller power storage/batteries were invented.

                    Technology? You can’t even begin to imagine all the advances we have made in ALL areas of our lives. Life-spans have increased by 15%, and because of advances in technology, it is expected that by the year 2030, people will be living and (have all their physical/mental capacities), at 135 years old due to advances in medical technologies. Vaccines are a page in the history books and the pharmaceutical industry is also history.

                    One could ask, “What about countries like China and North Korea?” I don’t have an answer for that, yet, but let’s just say that ALL guberments/leadership were either “LOVED” into submitting to the “New Aquarian Age Order” (not the New World Order) or they were living on that island that I talked about earlier.

                    Along the way to The Age of Aquarius, things happened. Innocent people DID die along the way to PEACE, and some people that deserved their fate, like the zebraists, were literally evaporated off the face of the planet. I saw a map in a recent dream that showed Tel Aviv and the surrounding area replaced by sea water, as if someone, had taken a huge bite out of a cookie. It was an “accidental” detonation of a zebrael nuke that set off several others, that turned that part of the coastline of Palestine into a “Cookie-Bite” part of the Eastern Mediterranean Sea.

                    That huge bay area is now called, “New Bay of Pigs”. They tried to blame it on Iran, but the “Signature” of the zebrali nukes proved without a doubt that it was zebrael’s nukes. Funny dream. End of zebraism. The Palestinian people in Gaza and all over Palestine survived, and thrived for the first time since 1948, and they were free. One of the volunteers/elected members of the World Council is from Palestine. She is a school teacher.

                    Ethnic cultures and traditions didn’t change, people still have their cultural identities, but everyone on the planet is happy to be part of this new world, as one people.

                    I don’t know what’s in store for us in the next thirty years or so. On a personal level, as an optimist, I believe that I will live past 100 and still have all my mental and physical capabilities. What I wrote in this essay is fiction of course, but so was George Orwell’s “1984”. Fiction has a habit of turning into reality doesn’t it. As a “Goy”, I DO believe that zebraism is and has been, as a part of the Pisces Age, an abomination upon the human race. As an optimist, I also believe that zebraism WILL be eliminated from our planet at some point in the near future. How this happens is anybody’s guess.

                    I have written many essays that describe that “Fork-in-the-Road” that our species is fast approaching. I optimistically predict that our species WILL take the correct road that will lead us into the new age. An age of PEACE. That age of PEACE will be filled with Selflessness and Charity/Love, and although Selfishness and Greed will stick its ugly head up once in a while, it will be toothless, with no more power over mankind.

                    Selfishness and Greed has been just as much a part of our human nature/psyche as Selflessness and Charity. We can either be a person who is Selfish and Greedy and experience/suffer the eventual Bad Karma, or we can choose to be Selfless and have a giving, charitable spirit, and welcome the Good Karma.

                    If you were to take a biopsy of human nature and how we have evolved, you will find throughout our history that MOST of our species have won the internal battle against Selfishness and Greed and chosen to be Loving, and Charitable creatures, the Golden Rule kind of thing.

                    If we are fortunate enough to live a full, long life, in our final moments we can either look back on our life and say, “I have no regrets. I have lived a great life and it’s time for me to go” because we HAVE lived a life that WAS full of selfless love and charity towards others, or on the opposite side of the coin, we have been a nasty, selfish and greedy asshole, and those close to us, perhaps at our bedside waiting for us to finally die, are thankful that we are taking our last breath. You CAN choose to be Loving and Charitable. Don’t be an asshole.

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

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

                    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                      How about we ALL create PEACE for a change?

                      I just have to say this. There is so much controversy and “Conspiracy Theories” about EVERYTHING these days, and thanks to technology like farcecrap and many other platforms, people are sharing their beliefs/opinions, and/or opposing the beliefs/opinions that others express, and it’s a huge CLUSTERFUCK, putting it mildly. Wars, and rumors of Wars, all of the various armies killing generations of innocent people, many soldiers doing so with a malicious and insane evil pride, and many others returning to their homes and families suffering with PTSD, people actually dying of starvation in many parts of the world, pandemics versus plandemics, the apartheid treatment of other people, should I paint my toenails Purple?

                      Whatever the subject matter, “Do Pinto Beans really cause gas? (asking for a friend)” If you publish ANYTHING, there WILL BE others who don’t agree with you because they believe the exact opposite, and THEY are not afraid to post THEIR opposing views/comments.

                      “Where’s the proof?” many people write. “Here’s the proof”, someone fires back a salvo. “I don’t believe your documented, written in stone, proof” some else says. Scores of other people get involved in sharing THEIR OWN opinions/beliefs. It’s getting to the point where it’s becoming a joke. Wait for whatever the REAL truth is once it’s irrefutably, undeniably PROVEN!

                      An example would be a live news conference where the real “perpet-traitors” confess to their involvement in 9-11. Wouldn’t THAT be marvelous.

                      Personally, I have my own beliefs based on other’s research, and also based on my own life-experiences and research. As an example, I believe that JFK was murdered by a bunch of power-hungry wackos and Oswald was their “Patsy”. I have many more examples of my own beliefs that people have seen me post on farcecrap and on my website, so, I’m NOT going to rewind and play it all back for you.

                      The analogy would be, for me at least, if some dude suddenly showed up riding a donkey through Jerusalem, and all the religious folks were claiming that the dude is Jesus. Sorry, unless I can poke my finger through the holes in his hands and feet, and he heals my less than 20-20 vision, takes care of the aneurysm behind my right eye, and miraculously heals my heart that has an enlarged aorta, I’m NOT going to be convinced that he’s the “Second Coming” dude that all the religious folks have been waiting for almost 2,000 years.

                      Forget your “Thoughts & Prayers”. Our world is pretty fucked right now, and the greatest trait that a person can exhibit to others, is OPTIMISM. In addition to optimism, a healthy dose of LOVE & EMPATHY towards others, and conscientiousness would be super-cool.

                      I’m optimistic that we ARE going to survive as a species, regardless of ALL the conspiracy theories people are constantly arguing about. Be optimistic. Love one another, be kind, actively prove your compassion/empathy and concern for others. How about we ALL create PEACE for a change? We shall see. Period.

                      Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! Share this essay by sharing the website URL “Link” if you liked it.

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

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

                      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                      Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

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

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                        “I don’t have to hear the entire conversation, do I”?

                        I think THIS story is funny in a bizarre sort of way.

                        Tonight, my neighbor Cameron and I were having one of our bi-weekly (sometimes weekly) chats (cannabis involved) and it was a rare one for me. Typically, after a few bong-loads, I get obnoxiously silly. In other words, I entertain mostly myself with the most off-the-wall shit a person could dream up. However, much of the time, really funny shit that could be ALMOST George Carlin-ish funny, yet philosophical in nature, to Robin Williams bat-shit crazy-funny, and everything in between. Much is good, most is obnoxious for people that have known me for a very long time, like my son or daughter, my best friends, etcetera.

                        Tonight was different though. The subject matter that Cameron initially introduced became a focused discussion for the hour or so that we sat on his roof-deck of his 40-foot Custom-Bus/Coach parked about 30 feet from the high-tide mark on the beach, of the southern side the of Molokai’ facing the Pacific Ocean.

                        Cameron and I spent the hour discussing the virtues of “Cement” construction and all other materials such as metal/steel, wood, etcetera. The fact is, a home made from poured cement will last longer than the Pyramids of Egypt. Cameron and Michelle have been living in their million-dollar Class “C” Motorhome for two months now, and I have flown in from Nevada once before in the very beginning of construction of their dream home (made from CEMENT).

                        Cameron had seen concrete construction in Baja, where he and I first met three years ago when we were neighbors. The fact is, that Mexicans build most houses and every other type of use/building out of concrete blocks and/or poured CEMENT. The least expensive is the Cinder-Block, (cement blocks) construction with perhaps if they can afford it, an inch or so layer of cement troweled on the exterior walls, and the interior walls as well. Tilt-Ups as they are called take a lot more skill and finesse to do properly, and therefore are a little more expensive and a little rarer than the cinder-block construction.

                        Three months ago, Cameron and Michelle had visited me at my castle-like home in the Nevada desert that was built entirely out of CEMENT.  “I nailed it didn’t I Cameron. I told you that I was going to come in to a pretty large sum of money, and it wasn’t the Lotto. One of my oil paintings just sold at auction for 3-1/2 Million dollars last week. I’ve sold 7 others since I started painting again. I’m tickled-pink that you two love my castle, and how it was built entirely out of CEMENT”.

                        I digress. Cameron and Michelle are building their dream-home on their 10-acre beach-front property on the southern side of Molokai’, facing the Pacific Ocean, and they’re building it out of……wait for it…….CEMENT! And I’m advising them on the design aspect, you know, where to put that custom-built curved, Men’s Latrine off the Game Room (my design idea), and how to build a curved wall out of CEMENT.

                        So, anyway, after an hour of really serious but Cannabis-Inspired discussion, I went back to my Casita here in Baja (yes, my CEMENT Castle in Nevada and Cameron and Michelle’s  CEMENT Dream Home wherever they decide to build it is three years from now). Once inside and sitting in my office chair, I called my son as he had texted me twenty minutes earlier that he was ready for my phone call (he was on a storyboarding job today (Sunday). I called him, and we discussed, the subject matter that I had been saving for a day which has absolutely nothing to do with this essay/story tonight.

                        After about five minutes, I was concluding our call by briefly explaining to my son how although normally to him, I get obnoxiously silly, Cameron and I had a fantastic discussion about CEMENT construction for building a home (even boats/ships are made from cement, they’re called “Ferro Cement” boats).

                        And as I got about 10 minutes into an almost word-for-word discourse of my entire hour-long discussion/session tonight with Cameron, (it would have been an additional fifty minutes on the phone with my son had I continued with my almost uncanny word-for word rewound and repeat,and he hadn’t of stopped me)…..what should have been just a brief sentence or two telephone conversation concluding/ending thought, my son interrupted me, politely, and said, “I don’t have to hear the entire conversation, do I”? “I WAS stoned, funny how that works” I said. We both laughed and we said good night and hung up.

                        I think it is so funny that tonight the conversation was serious, and not George Carlin philosophically funny, or Robin Williams bat-shit crazy-funny, it was serious (Cannabis was used solely for medicinal value in that it DOES inspire intellectual thoughts and discussions like the one Cameron and I had tonight, about CEMENT construction versus everything else regardless of the environmental location/conditions).

                        I believe the aforementioned “Story” could be real someday, that CEMENT Castle, Cameron and Michelle’s CEMENT house, somewhere, who knows. I used Molokai’ just for the intrigue in my writing style, making readers think that it was past or present tense, but very well could be future tense/sense.

                        Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! Share this essay by sharing the website URL “Link” if you liked it. I might use parts of this story in my stand-up routine, IDK.

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

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

                        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                        Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

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                          I see that train acomin’, it’s comin’ round the bend….

                          I see that train acomin’, it’s comin’ round the bend….I’ve got a new story to tell you, where do I begin?….

                          Where do I begin. It all started when the USA bombed Tehran and began what became a feeble and disastrous invasion of Iran. Zebrael got involved when the mossad detonated a small tactical nuke in an area near Shiraz that supposedly housed a nuclear research facility.

                          Escalating quickly, this new war suddenly ended just as quickly as it began, with a large nuke turning Tel Aviv into a new portion of the Eastern Mediterranean Sea. Some say it was the Russians, some say it was Iran, some thought perhaps it was Pakistan or some other power friendly to Iran. No one really knew for sure except whoever it was, that nuking which wiped out the zebraists brought everything to a screeching halt. What was left of the zebraists were quickly rounded up by the people.

                          At the same time that all this shit was happening in the Middle East, the people of America had FINALLY taken action. Tired of decades and decades of deception and war, the American people did something about it. Not just the Patriots, and the armed militias, but the average citizens were finally fed up with the way their political leaders had been governing the USA. The Sheeple finally understood what had been going on, and who was responsible, and joined in what became the vast majority of awakened folks that took control and took back the power of governance away from the corrupt asswipe puppets in Washington D. C. who had driven us to the brink.

                          It all happened so quickly. New governments were established all over the world, replacing those that had previously been puppets for the zebraists/elite/cabal. Almost overnight, western countries/governments were changing out their political systems and methods of governance. In Great Britain, the “Royals” were arrested and tried for crimes against humanity. This same “Changing of the Guard” was happening in Germany, France, Australia, and other western nations. The United States led the way in disposing of the “Old” and bringing in the “New” systems of true “Governance by the People, for the People”. It was not a lengthy process. All of this change for the good of mankind took six months for the complete transformation to take place.

                          During this six-month period of change/reformation which would be called “The Great Reformation of 2022”, there were many people arrested, tried and convicted of “Crimes Against Humanity”. Politicians, billionaires like Gates, people in the military/industrial companies, leaders in the various media companies as well as other industries like the pharmaceutical companies were arrested.

                          “We, the People”, had had enough, and we finally organized, synergized our efforts, and removed the cancer that had been destroying us from within. With Tel Aviv now just a spot in the eastern part of Mediterranean Sea, and zebrael and the zebraists just a new chapter in our history books, changes that were once only dreams quickly became realities.

                          What was the military folks doing you might ask? The irony of all ironies is that beginning with the U. S. military, they quickly understood that their function was now obsolete, and that they were no longer needed to “Defend” the Constitution of the United States of America, that their focus on never-ending wars was a foot-note in the history books. Instead of war, we now had peace, instead of prosecuting these never-ending wars, they now had converted their previous abilities of killing people into saving lives instead. Tens of thousands of young people now joined the “Peace Force”, building infrastructure in third-world countries, repairing/rebuilding our own, responding to natural disasters like the major disaster in South America when a large asteroid hit Buenos Aries.

                          For the first time in our history as a species we were at peace. Instead of using our resources for wars like we had been for centuries, the human race began solving age-old problems like ending famines, housing the homeless, finding cures for diseases like cancer, continuing the process of making life better for every human being on the planet.

                          Within a year, the new leadership that had taken control throughout the world participated in forming a “World Council”. This council or cabinet of 12 people-appointed leaders eliminated borders, declaring everyone to be a “Citizen of Planet Earth”.

                          Instead of the “New World Order” that the elite/cabal had spent lifetimes planning for, we are now well established in the “Aquarian New Age Order”, something that I had dreamt and written about for years, but never thought that I would live long enough to see. As I finish this new essay with my Grandson playing outside with Shelton, I truly am thankful for living long enough to be a part of this monumental change for our species.

                          Do you, as a reader of this essay think it’s crazy to believe what you just read? Is it crazy to be an optimist, to believe that WE CAN as a species, evolve ourselves into PEACE? If you believe as I do, then stop talking about it, let’s DO something about it. Of course I don’t want to see Tel Aviv become part of the Mediterranean Sea if we as a species, can prevent that from happening. I do expect to see dramatic shit happening at some point, shit that MAY kill a lot of innocent people. I say let’s prevent, circumvent, the bad shit, and collectively as a species, make the changes required in a peaceful manner. But Tom,how do we do that? We can start by ORGANIZING all the “Single Flies, Farting in the WInd”, and then building upon that with SYNERGY, and using that synergy to change the world. If this make sense to you, let’s talk.

                          Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! Share this essay if you agree with it. I might turn this into a screenplay, IDK.

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

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

                          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                            This short essay is for my son, Tommy (and Ralf the Mouse)

                            Story image is for a Lexus commercial.

                            My next-door neighbor Cameron and I were enjoying the evening, with the great weather, calm starry night sky, and four pipe-loads of really good home-grown Mexican Weed, and I somehow got on the story of when my son Tommy had just turned 14, and he became the youngest comic book artist to be interviewed by Marvel Comics. That was after getting a private tour of Marvel Comics by the Owner/CEO at that time, whose name escapes me right now but I will Google it and find out the dudes name and edit it in later.

                            Yes, my son’s “Action-Hero / Monsters from Outer Space” art was, at 14 years old (really 13 years, 6 weeks old), PROFESSIONAL! Over all those early years as parents, we both encouraged Tommy with his desire to be an artist, whether it be an “Action-Hero” artist for Marvel Comics, a Graphic Artist in the advertising fields, OR, and you notice, it’s a BIG OR, or, Tommy introduces as his first goal to introduce RALF THE MOUSE.

                            There was MIGHTY MOUSE and there was MICKEY MOUSE, and now there’s RALF THE MOUSE! Tonight, while chatting with Cameron, I came upon the realization that I have been encouraging my son to keep working and perfecting RALF THE MOUSE for over twenty-five years or so.

                            About a year-and-a-half ago my son and I were talking, and as best as I can recollect, I said to him, “Ralf, is going to be huge Tommy. Even though you are enjoying the success of being a popular Storyboard Artist, Ralf is going to be what I have been saying all along, that your major success will be in getting RALF THE MOUSE on the Big Screen in an animated cartoon produced by a major studio like Disney.

                            That was a year-and-a-half ago when I said that within the next two to three years it’s going to happen. Today, that means within this next year, 2021.

                            How? I even have that answer, although I swear I’m not an oracle or prophet. First let’s think about the potential contacts he has via his Storyboard career, Secondly, it’s much easier to reach mass audiences first through YouTube and similar platforms. It will be ironic when Tommy’s character RALF THE MOUSE is picked up by Disney, and Ralf becomes a sensation, drawing millions of people to watch Ralf and his forgivable shenanigans and acts of good will and mercy. There will be at least three other mice besides Ralf, that get merchandized in the form of every “Action Figure” type of toy or stuffed character.

                            This is what I envisioned tonight with my brain activated and inspired partially by great cannabis. Watch for, keep on the look-out for RALF THE MOUSE! COMING SOON TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU!

                            For those of you out of the thousands that enjoy my writing and keep coming back to my website….that’s 60% of you, and for those that are visiting my website for the first time…..that’s 40% of you….Should you just happen to have a friend who has a cousin, who’s uncle has a brother, that works for Disney, perhaps at an executive-level position, and you feel inspired enough by this story about RALF THE MOUSE, that you will not just give your friend a call, you will be in on a few other calls that leads you to a conference call with the CEO of Disney. I can just hear an attorney/counselor to “Chuck (fictitious CEO), saying, You have to see this dudes RALF THE MOUSE character, and see the storyboards and the short B & W video that he’s provided. We are talking major cha-ching here.  Forget the action-hero bullshit. First there was Mickey, than along came Mighty, then…..(wait for it)….RALF THE MOUSE”.

                            Don’t be a Turd, spread the word! There’s a new Mouse in town and his name is RALF!

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

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

                            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                            Here’s a new website: https://swordsintoplowshares.net/

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

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                              “Let’s wrap all the Conspiracy Theories up in one big bundle for the Holiday Season”

                              Here’s a “Conspiracy Theory” for you. Why is it that a majority of the world’s political leaders all the way down to the state Governor level and in large cities, the Mayoral level, are so much in lock-step with this COVID19 bullshit, which was/is a planned and simultaneously carried out event that has taken place, and why are they also in lock-step with the “New World Order” and the “Great Reset” as well?

                              Let’s think about this for a minute. If all the various conspiracy theories are related, interconnected, like the New World Order agenda (one common government body, financial/currency and a religion of some kind), “Eugenics” (the culling/elimination of several billion people), and an obedient people that is left over to be slaves to their masters, there has to be some type of motivation involved.

                              Here’s what I think that motivation is. Imagine if you were someone at a high level in politics and in industry. You have dutifully been attending annual meetings like the World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland, the Bilderberg Group, Bohemian Grove, and the the Illuminati just to name a few.

                              You know what the plan is based on, in some cases, decades of careful preparation and planning. You are a Governor of a state, (pick any), and besides having risen to the top like the cream in milk, you are very wealthy as well. You have been raised in a part of society that looks down on the rest of humanity because after all, you ARE special, you are better than the common folks, right?

                              You are naturally motivated to be a part of this entire plan, the “Great Reset and NWO”. You as a Governor, Senator, President of a country, know that when all is said and done, and the primary goals of the Elite/Cabal are achieved, YOU, will be part of that ruling class of a new type of societal structure that is well taken care of. You also know that your future generations of your immediate family will be “In Like Flynn” as well.

                              It’s not about money so much as it is about power. Our financial systems that all our economies are based on today are antiquated compared to what the Elite/Cabal has designed for you. Why do you think there is a plan to “Chip” every human on the planet? You have seen the evidence of their plan. Without the “Chip” (which will eventually evolve from that tiny thing surgically implanted somewhere in your body, to a device that will be injected into your blood stream, perhaps altering the structure of your DNA?

                              Without the device, whatever it ultimately ends up being, a person will not be able to buy food, shelter, fuel, anything. Some folks equate it to the “Mark of the Beast”, I just say it’s the ultimate desire of the Elite/Cabal to wield ultimate power and authority over all of mankind, (a New World Order kind of thing). A “Chip” or whatever, is designed for control, and the Elite/Cabal’s intent is to control the human race, that is, those who are still alive.

                              Back to the “Motivation” part of this theory of mine. Something has been going on for a very long time prior to this current situation that as a species, we find ourselves in. The “Lock-Step” compliance, and it happening all over the world simultaneously, is too great a coincidence to have happened based on a “Plandemic” that didn’t happen or turn out to be a much of a killer as it was intended to be. The numbers world-wide show a 99.99% recovery/survival rate and the folks that ARE dying are those with weakened/compromised immune systems like the elderly or those with underlying medical conditions.

                              Although their Plandemic fizzled out, it amazingly is still pushed on the masses by the various governments involved and the Main Stream Media (MSM). The numbers in my opinion are false, witness the sarcasm going around, “Hey, I know a guy whose Uncle was eaten by an Alligator (partially), and the hospital that took care of sewing his remains back together listed COVID-19 as the official cause of death”. “Yummy, yummy, Uncle Joey for the Tummy”.

                              If you were, let’s say, President of one of the top western nations, and you already had obtained wealth at some level, and had risen to the top of the power structure politically thereby wielding great power over your country and it’s people, and the Puppet Masters said, “Look, you either go along with this plan that has been decades in the making, and once our New World Order is firmly established, we will continue to allow you to wield great power because you will be appointed to the “Great Council of Leadership”, you know, that twenty-member council that will oversee the world for us, (and do our bidding as we dictate it to you)”……OR…..”WE WILL KILL YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY (and make it look like an accident)”. Simple. Promise of continuing/more power, or threat of death, what would you choose?

                              The truly wealthy, those with billions of dollars and also those farther down the Totem Pole with hundreds of millions, are not concerned about how they continue to increase their wealth (their portfolios), they already have all the mechanisms in place to assure that their wealth continues to grow. What they want most of all is to remain in power over whatever their own little sphere of influence happens to be, and the choice between living and dying is obvious, they choose to fall into lock-step along with their peers. Money, they have already, to remain in the NEW WORLD ORDER with the same amount of power and influence and the promise of more of that power and influence is about as greedy as one can get.

                              Here’s a few MEMES associated with this essay:

                              For discussion sake, imagine what percentage of the top ten billionaires, correction, top FIVE billionaires wealth could end world hunger and other atrocities that plague mankind, 2%? Perhaps 1%? And yet when these folks sit there at their annual meetings and forums discussing and planning THEIR future, is that option ever discussed? I don’t think so. Their wealth in most cases is tied to their stock portfolios which their paid professional investment advisors dutifully have invested heavily in guess what? Companies like Raytheon, Boeing, Lockheed Martin, BAE Systems, Northrop Grumman,  General Dynamics, just to name a few, i.e., the “MILITARY/INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX.

                              Exactly what is discussed at these annual gatherings of the most powerful people on the planet? I can just see it. One dude raises his hand and says, “HEY! I know. What if we end all wars and world hunger?, and someone else says, “STFU! The more that die the better. We need to rid ourselves of all the dispicables. My portfolio increased by 35% just this year alone!”. These people are not concerned about a few million deaths. Sure, they DO discuss humanitarian, environmental, and other issues that ARE important, but they ALSO discuss and plan what’s best for THEM, not us. They have been ramping up on this NWO and Global Reset for at least a decade now, and like a snowball rolling downhill, their overall plans have been accelerating and increasing in momentum. Back to “Chipping” every living human being on the planet. POWER! CONTROL!

                              Everything else, like the social injustice movements like BLM (Black Lives Matter) are inconsequential to the Elite/Cabal’s BIG picture. The Elite/Cabal could give a flying fuck about ALL the societal issues, in fact, much of it is funded in part by the extremely wealthy as part of their plans. Pretty smart on their part to have the masses at odds with each other all the time over something like, let’s say, electing a POTUS, or finding justice for some poor souls who were gunned down by inadequately trained police.

                              Other related essays:

                              Facebook’s Digital Currency, LIBRA

                              And…..

                              “Tell me again, who are these people called Sheeple?”

                              But WAIT! There’s MORE!

                              “Coronavirus & Global Lockdown” ~ LIVE ROUND TABLE

                              No matter what side of the fence you are on, for sure we are entering an era that will either put many of us in the so-called conspiratorial FEMA Camps for “Re-Indoctrination”, or we will be culled (killed off) by the next great pandemic, or something else. Do your own research, and by doing that, “FOLLOW THE MONEY”. Research the Army’s Biological Warfare Research Center (that was) in Fort Detrick, Maryland. Research who’s money funded the further research and development at the laboratory in Wuhan, China. Research what you will, and WAKE UP to what is going on. Then join in making real plans to survive what inevitably is coming.

                              And now, to conclude this essay, In offer a little humor/sarcasm:

                              Age of Awareness (Aquarius?)

                              Postscript: One last MEME created the following day that’s appropriate to this essay

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

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

                              Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                2,500-pound Bull versus Doggie Poop?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                  “Who’s” on First? “What’s” on Second?

                                  WHO’S THE REAL SUPERPOWER?

                                  This posting from Farcecrap as shared by Fred Mousa Skari is critically important to see. Whomever created this should also create one the shows the leading exporter of everything military, including the underwear that the military folks wear.

                                  As it’s not publishing as an “active link” on my website, please “cut & paste” the following “link”, or highlight it with your left “mouse button” and with your right “mouse button” select “Go to Webpage”. Thanks.

                                  https://www.facebook.com/pohtiongho/videos/10221632229569519

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

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

                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                    “No man is an Island”

                                    “No Man is an Island”. The phrase expresses the idea that human beings do not do well when isolated from others and need to be part of a community in order to thrive. John Donne, a metaphysical poet wrote this as part of a work 400 years ago.

                                    It is true for me in that if I was on an island all alone, by myself, I surely would be so much better off if I had my dog Shelton as a companion and friend. Humans by nature are relationship animals, just like our animal friends that we love, as they also are relationship animals thriving in their environment when they have another animal or human in their life.

                                    If a man or woman has absolutely no one, not even a goldfish in a bowl, and end up talking to themselves, staring into a bathroom mirror, or their image in a pond, it often can lead to abnormal psychosis. At best, being alone CAN be a time of reflection and self-healing or a time of self-discovery/awareness, as a person meditates/reflects on his/her life, as long as such a time doesn’t last forever as it eventually can become a psychological issue.

                                    I was fine by myself, really. I had not reached the point of talking to myself, and answering back, as I have had daily interactions with my friends where I live now, and I have always been fortunate enough to have had “Human” friends wherever I have lived. Then Shelton came along literally by “accident” (a whole other story), and has become my best friend and companion.

                                    We ALL need someone in our life, wither it’s another human being or a “Shelton”. If you are totally alone with no one in your life, and you want a friend to talk to, I first recommend that you find an animal friend like a dog or a cat through a shelter or whatever (although I prefer a dog). Secondly, I’ll be your friend. We can Skype or whatever.

                                    “No man is an Island”. Don’t think you can live your life talking to yourself, especially if you argue a lot of the time.

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

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

                                    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                      “Happy Thanksgiving Mr. Rogers!”

                                      Memories of my Thanksgiving Day 2016 and a few thoughts on “Agriculture”

                                      Sitting here on Thanksgiving Day (2016), watching the Vikings play Detroit Lions. Trying some Blue Dream, just chilling, talking about nothing and the subject got on Cannabis. Mikey (my neighbor) asked about my favorite strain, etceteras, and I happened to answer, I don’t pay much attention to all the different strains that are available today, Blue Dream, Grandma’s Belly Button Lint, whatever.

                                      Back in the day, WHEN we were young, like the age of those cute young things behind the counter at the typical dispensary, we had one strain as far as I was concerned. In the 1960’s, they had Panama Red/Punto Roja and  Colombian Gold/Santa Marta, but the best as far as I was concerned was ACAPULCO GOLD!

                                      Mikey and I also chatted about the measurement and pricing language today, versus the 60’s. Eighths, quarters, etceteras. How complicated it is today, with all the strains, and all the different levels of pricing.  compared to a nickel bag of yesteryear.

                                      A nickel, which stood for five dollars, was what you paid for 3.5 grams of weed, and that was for mostly leaf and stem, with a few buds thrown in. Today, the typical Arizona dispensaries that I have visited, charge medical customers around $10 per gram for the low end bud, which means that the “Nickel Bag” amount of bud, (no leaf) today costs you $45.00.

                                      Some of the strains can be pretty pricey. For instance, “Grandma’s Belly Button Lint” can go as high as $19.00 per gram. It’s all good as far as I’m concerned, and MUCH better than the famous strains from the 60’s. Long gone are the Nickel bags.

                                      Another difference from when we were teenagers, and today, is the “Medicinal” angle. Today, we talk of the wonderful medical aspects of all the various strains. One strain is for aches and pains, another strain might be for mood adjustment and control, yet another strain controls seizures.

                                      Back when I was a kid, you didn’t think about curing some illness. All you thought of was getting high, and most of the shit that I smoked CAUSED………….Wait for it…………Paranoia!

                                      The stuff I have smoked lately has been pretty darn good, when I compare it to the Acapulco Gold of the 60’s. Very inspiring, this Purple Haze or what ever it’s called. Blue Dream, that’s it.

                                      Almost forgot about Woodstock. This is funny. Mikey and I are still remembering the good old days, although I am 10 years older. So Mikey and I have been having this conversation about Cannabis, when somehow, I mention Woodstock. The manner in which it came up as a subject, and what I had to say about it, would leave one on the edge of their seat, waiting for me to tell MY Woodstock story, and I’m thinking at that moment, especially my new friend Mikey.  Great time talking to Mikey today, sharing a few bowl loads, drinking a Henry’s Ginger Ale. Later for my “Woodstock” story, which I call, “The Dead Armadillo”.

                                      Thanksgiving. A day for tons of food. Maybe 50 different menu items. From soup to nuts, as they say, and of course, the turkey. This year I was unable to make it to SOCAL to be with the kids for the holiday. Note: See my last post for what I think of Thanksgiving.at:

                                      “Grandma! Why are you dumping MY Turkey Gravy down the garbage disposal?”

                                       

                                      So, my new friends Linda and Mikey, during our trip to the pot store yesterday, politely and graciously said that they were going to bring me a “Plate”. I said quite honestly, just save me a piece of DARK MEAT. So today, when Mikey brought it up again, and I repeated my response, “It’s not necessary to bring me a plate of food, really. My microwave doesn’t work even if you brought me a plate, so just a small piece of DARK MEAT would be awesome”.

                                      Right after I said that to Mikey, the thought took off as I said, “In fact, if you bring me that small piece of DARK MEAT, I’ll have it BRONZED! Hahaha”. To remind me of my Thanksgivings past.  When the kids were younger, fighting over the DARK MEAT.

                                      I was always the last to sit down at the table, and although we did wait to eat until after blessing the food, before I made it to the table with the last item, the hot gravy in the gravy serving thingy, the family had already served up, piled up, their fucking plates with food.

                                      Yes, we were all polite and Normal,  “Pass the mashed potatoes please”. Not really. By the time I made it to the table, everyone else had filled their plates. Every year, it was my son taking almost ALL the fucking DARK MEAT, and leaving me with NONE! “Tommy, that’s not fair, you took all the DARK MEAT, you big prick”.

                                      I really liked it when we went to Modesto for Thanksgiving. There were so many people, all related to my ex. One time there were at least 40 of us. When it was time to eat, we all got in line cafeteria style, which split off into two lines which passed both sides of the food tables.

                                      It was cool, I didn’t have to butt in front of Cousin Sara, whoever she was, no matter where you were in line, there always was………….Wait for it……….DARK MEAT. Those are memorable times.

                                      The Modesto Thanksgivings were at least ten turkeys with plenty of leftover meat to pick over. So, the bronzing part of the story is fiction, but my saying that to Mikey the neighbor as we were sharing a couple of bong loads today, made me think of how precious that dark meat was at OUR house on Thanksgiving. I’ll end this when Mikey and Linda delivers my piece of DARK MEAT this afternoon (hasn’t arrived yet).

                                      Movie idea: 1959 to 2017 In closing, I think I’ll write a new story/synopsis. About what the world would be like today if Cannabis had been “normal” from the early 1950’s on to today. The opening scene is typical 1959. Black and White film, kid riding his bicycle on the street in front of his home, fall leaves on the ground, cameras from different shots showing different locations on Thanksgiving day, a backyard, a gas station, someone yelling to a neighbor across the street, “Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Rogers”, etceteras etceteras etceteras.

                                      Then, two minutes into the film, a camera zooms in from outside Jimmy’s house, all the way through the kitchen where mom is grabbing the bowl of mashed potatoes, and Dad is just finishing up the gravy, camera moves slowly into the dining room.

                                      Now we are actually experiencing the end of Thanksgiving dinner, the audience isn’t expecting what happens next. Grandpa is taking a big hit on the family bong, and passes it on to Cousin Mary. The audience thinks, “Whoa now, where the fuck is this going?”.

                                      No one at the dinner table is telling Grandma not to forget to take her evening pills as she takes a hit off the bong. Grandma’s 137 years old. Great Uncle George over across the table is 164 years old, and this is in 1959.

                                      The beginning of the discovery of cures for illness and disease began in the early 1930’s. By the time your grandson was born, people are living past 200.

                                      Note to self: That whistling sound you have been ignoring for the past two minutes? That’s your brand new teapot whistling at you from the kitchen. Oh yeah, I remember now, I purchased a teapot because I sometimes boiled my sauce pot of water down to bone dry, almost to that pot is melting smell. French Press, the ONLY way to brew coffee. Break time.

                                      Use your own imagination on where this film is going. MAYBE, if pot had always been a normal part of our lives on this planet, there wouldn’t have been WW1, WW2, Korean War, Vietnam, all the fucking wars going on today. After this, I hope you go on to read a not so brief history of Cannabis/Hemp. Many scientist believe that it was the very first agricultural product that our species raised. Think of that!

                                      What if the film shows our progress in areas such as science and medicine continually advancing to the point where in 2016, there are no wars, Cancers have been defeated, people love one another with no bigotry, racism and hatred. The “Police” are just a small token of what we really have today, and they don’t carry guns. What police that we do have, are really looked upon as servants to the community.

                                      Since there are no wars, there are no armies or military/industrial complex. There is no such thing as “overpopulation”, after all, this planet is HUGE. there are no “Green House Gases”. No pollution. The oceans are full of fish. Everything is cool.

                                      In this imaginary modern age, power is generated 100% environmentally clean. Food is plentiful. Life is good. I guess what I am suggesting here folks, is much bigger than Cannabis, and our national holiday called Thanksgiving.

                                      This is off the subject, but it’s MY blog. The “Golden Rule”, what many think is attributed to Jesus, and maybe a few other people, has been around since our species first had free thought and free will, and that’s tens of thousands of years ago. The people that got it right the first time lived good lives regardless of their life paths and outcomes.

                                      My wish is for a world like the one I paint in this little short story of how I celebrated Thanksgiving this year (2016) which started the whole process of thinking of what the future COULD be like. That little piece of DARK MEAT? I’m not going to bronze it, I’m going to…………Wait for it………Eat it!

                                      Opinion: Cannabis/Hemp has been around forever. It’s NOT a drug, it’s a plant.   It was the FIRST agricultural crop mankind ever cultivated. Take it off the Drug List now! It’s medicinal purposes far outweigh any dangers to society.

                                      10,000-year History of Marijuana use in the World

                                      I am not responsible for ANY mis-spelled names, or words in the following, well I DID try to correct a few myself and gave up. The following is taken directly from: http://www.advancedholistichealth.org/history.html

                                      The oldest known written record on cannabis use comes from the Chinese Emperor Shen Nung in 2727 B.C. Ancient Greeks and Romans were also familiar with cannabis, while in the Middle East, use spread throughout the Islamic empire to North Africa. In 1545 cannabis spread to the western hemisphere where Spaniards imported it to Chile for its use as fiber. In North America cannabis, in the form of hemp, was grown on many plantations for use in rope, clothing and paper.

                                      8,000+ BCE Use of hemp cord in pottery identified at ancient village site dating back over 10,000 years, located in the area of modern day Taiwan. Finding hemp use and cultivation in this date range puts it as one of the first and oldest known human agriculture crops.

                                      As explained by Richard Hamilton in the 2009 Scientific American article on sustainable agriculture “Modern humans emerged some 250,000 years ago, yet agriculture is a fairly recent invention, only about 10,000 years old …

                                      Agriculture is not natural; it is a human invention. It is also the basis of modern civilization.” This point was also touched on by Carl Sagan in 1977 when he proposed the possibility that marijuana may have actually been the world’s first agricultural crop, leading to the development of civilization itself (see 1977, below).

                                      6,000 BCE Cannabis seeds and oil used for food in China.

                                      4,000 BCE Textiles made of hemp are used in China and Turkistan. 2737 BCE First recorded use of cannabis as medicine by Emperor Shen Neng of China.

                                      2,000-800 BCE Bhang (dried cannabis leaves, seeds and stems) is mentioned in the Hindu sacred text Atharvaveda (Science of Charms) as “Sacred Grass”, one of the five sacred plants of India. It is used by medicinally and ritually as an offering to Shiva.

                                      1,500 BCE Cannabis cultivated in China for food and fiber. Scythians cultivate cannabis and use it to weave fine hemp cloth.

                                      700-600 BCE The Zoroastrian Zendavesta, an ancient Persian religious text of several hundred volumes refers to bhang as the “good narcotic.”

                                      600 BCE Hemp rope appears in southern Russia.

                                      700-300 BCE Scythian tribes leave Cannabis seeds as offerings in royal tombs.

                                      500 BCE Scythian couple die and are buried with two small tents covering containers for burning incense. Attached to one tent stick was a decorated leather pouch containing wild Cannabis seeds. This closely matches the stories told by Herodotus. The gravesite, discovered in the late 1940s, was in Pazryk, northwest of the Tien Shan Mountains in modern-day Kazakhstan. Hemp is introduced into Northern Europe by the Scythians. An urn containing leaves and seeds of the Cannabis plant, unearthed near Berlin, is found and dated to about this time. Use of hemp products spread throughout northern Europe.

                                      430 BCE Herodotus reports on both ritual and recreation use of Cannabis by the Scythians (Herodotus The Histories 430 B.C. trans. G. Rawlinson).

                                      200 BCE Hemp rope appears in Greece. Chinese Book of Rites mentions hemp fabric.

                                      100 BCE First evidence of hemp paper, invented in China.

                                      100-0 BCE The psychotropic properties of Cannabis are mentioned in the newly compiled herbal Pen Ts’ao Ching.

                                      0-100 CE Construction of Samaritan gold and glass paste stash box for storing hashish, coriander, or salt, buried in Siberian tomb.

                                      23-79 Pliny the Elder’s The Natural History mentions hemp rope and marijuana’s analgesic effects.

                                      47-127 Plutarch mentions Thracians using cannabis as an intoxicant.

                                      70 Dioscorides, a physician in Nero’s army, lists medical marijuana in his Pharmacopoeia.

                                      100 Imported hemp rope appears in England.

                                      105 Legend suggests that Ts’ai Lun invents hemp paper in China, 200 years after its actual appearance (see 100 BCE above).

                                      130-200 Greek physician Galen prescribes medical marijuana.

                                      200 First pharmacopoeia of the East lists medical marijuana. Chinese surgeon Hua T’o uses marijuana as an anesthetic.

                                      300 A young woman in Jerusalem receives medical marijuana during childbirth.

                                      570 The French queen Arnegunde is buried with hemp cloth.

                                      500-600 The Jewish Talmud mentions the euphoriant properties of Cannabis.

                                      850 Vikings take hemp rope and seeds to Iceland.

                                      900 Arabs learn techniques for making hemp paper.

                                      900-1000 Scholars debate the pros and cons of eating hashish. Use spreads throughout Arabia.

                                      1000 Hemp ropes appear on Italian ships. Arabic physician Ibn Wahshiyah’s On Poisons warns of marijuana’s potential dangers.

                                      1090-1124 In Khorasan, Persia, Hasan ibn al-Sabbah, recruits followers to commit assassinations…legends develop around their supposed use of hashish. These legends are some of the earliest written tales of the discovery of the inebriating powers of Cannabis and the use of Hashish by a paramilitary organization as a hypnotic (see U.S. military use, 1942 below). Early 12th Century Hashish smoking becomes very popular throughout the Middle East.

                                      1155-1221 Persian legend of the Sufi master Sheik Haydar’s personal discovery of Cannabis and his own alleged invention of hashish with it’s subsequent spread to Iraq, Bahrain, Egypt and Syria. Another of the earliest written narratives of the use of Cannabis as an inebriate.

                                      1171-1341 During the Ayyubid dynasty of Egypt, Cannabis is introduced by mystic devotees from Syria.

                                      1200 1,001 Nights, an Arabian collection of tales, describes hashish’s intoxicating and aphrodisiac properties.

                                      13th Century The oldest monograph on hashish, Zahr al-‘arish fi tahrim al-hashish, was written. It has since been lost. Ibn al-Baytar of Spain provides a description of the psychoactive nature of Cannabis. Arab traders bring Cannabis to the Mozambique coast of Africa.

                                      1271-1295 Journeys of Marco Polo in which he gives second-hand reports of the story of Hasan ibn al-Sabbah and his “assassins” using hashish. First time reports of Cannabis have been brought to the attention of Europe.

                                      1300 Ethiopian pipes containing marijuana suggest the herb has spread from Egypt to the rest of Africa.

                                      1378 Ottoman Emir Soudoun Scheikhouni issues one of the first edicts against the eating of hashish.

                                      1526 Babur Nama, first emperor and founder of Mughal Empire learned of hashish in Afghanistan.

                                      1532 French physician Rabelais’s gargantua and Pantagruel mentions marijuana’s medicinal effects.

                                      1533 King Henry VIII fines farmers if they do not raise hemp for industrial use.

                                      1549 Angolan slaves brought cannabis with them to the sugar plantations of northeastern Brazil. They were permitted to plant their cannabis between rows of cane, and to smoke it between harvests.

                                      1. 1550 The epic poem, Benk u Bode, by the poet Mohammed Ebn Soleiman Foruli of Baghdad, deals allegorically with a dialectical battle between wine and hashish.

                                      1563 Portuguese physician Garcia da Orta reports on marijuana’s medicinal effects.

                                      1578 China’s Li Shih-Chen writes of the antibiotic and antiemetic effects of marijuana.

                                      1600 England begins to import hemp from Russia.

                                      1606-1632 French and British cultivate Cannabis for hemp at their colonies in Port Royal (1606), Virginia (1611), and Plymouth (1632).

                                      1616 Jamestown settlers began growing the hemp plant for its unusually strong fiber and used it to make rope, sails, and clothing.

                                      1621 Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy suggests marijuana may treat depression.

                                      1600-1700 Use of hashish, alcohol, and opium spreads among the population of occupied Constantinople. Hashish becomes a major trade item between Central Asia and South Asia.

                                      1753 Linnaeus classifies Cannabis sativa.

                                      1764 Medical marijuana appears in The New England Dispensatory.

                                      1776 Kentucky begins growing hemp.

                                      1794 Medical marijuana appears in The Edinburgh New Dispensary.

                                      1798 Napoleon discovers that much of the Egyptian lower class habitually uses hashish. Soldiers returning to France bring the tradition with them, and he declares a total prohibition.

                                      1800- Marijuana plantations flourished in Mississippi, Georgia, California, South Carolina, Nebraska, New York, and Kentucky. Also during this period, smoking hashish was popular throughout France and to a lesser degree in the US. Hashish production expands from Russian Turkistan into Yarkand in Chinese Turkistan.

                                      1809 Antoine Sylvestre de Sacy, a leading Arabist, suggests a base etymology between the words “assassin” and “hashishin” — subsequent linguists study disproves his theory.

                                      1840 In America, medicinal preparations with a Cannabis base are available. Hashish is available in Persian pharmacies.

                                      1842 Irish physician O’Shaughnessy publishes cannabis research in English medical journals.

                                      1843 French author Gautier publishes The Hashish Club.

                                      1846 French physician Moreau publishes Hashish and Mental Illness

                                      1850 Cannabis is added to The U.S. Pharmacopoeia.

                                      1850-1915 Marijuana was widely used throughout United States as a medicinal drug and could easily be purchased in pharmacies and general stores.

                                      1854 Whittier writes the first American work to mention cannabis as an intoxicant.

                                      1856 British tax “ganja” and “charas” trade in India.

                                      1857 American writer Ludlow publishes The Hasheesh Eater.

                                      1858 French poet Baudelaire publishes On the Artificial Ideal.

                                      1870-1880 First reports of hashish smoking on the Greek mainland.

                                      1890 Greek Department of Interior prohibits importance, cultivation and use of hashish. Hashish is made illegal in Turkey. Sir J.R. Reynolds, chief physician to Queen Victoria, prescribes medical marijuana to her.

                                      1893-1894 The India Hemp Drugs Commission Report is issued. 70,000 to 80,000 kg per year of hashish is legally imported into India from Central Asia.

                                      1906 In the U.S. the Pure Food and Drug Act is passed, regulating the labeling of products containing Alcohol, Opiates, Cocaine, and Cannabis, among others. Early 20th Century Hashish smoking remains very popular throughout the Middle East.

                                      1910 The Mexican Revolution caused an influx of Mexican immigrants who introduced the habit of recreational use (instead of it’s generally medicinal use) into American society.

                                      1914 The Harrison Act in the U.S. defined use of Marijuana (among other drugs) as a crime.

                                      1916 United States Department of Agriculture (USDA) chief scientists Jason L. Merrill and Lyster H. Dewey created paper made from hemp pulp, which they concluded was “favorable in comparison with those used with pulp wood” in USDA Bulletin No. 404. From the book “The Emperor Wears No Clothes” by Jack Herer the USDA Bulletin N. 404 reported that one acre of hemp, in annual rotation over a 20-year period, would produce as much pulp for paper as 4.1 acres (17,000 m2) of trees being cut down over the same 20-year period. This process would use only 1/7 to 1/4 as much polluting sulfur-based acid chemicals to break down the glue-like lignin that binds the fibers of the pulp, or even none at all using soda ash. The problem of dioxin contamination of rivers is avoided in the hemp paper making process, which does not need to use chlorine bleach (as the wood pulp paper making process requires) but instead safely substitutes hydrogen peroxide in the bleaching process. … If the new (1916) hemp pulp paper process were legal today, it would soon replace about 70% of all wood pulp paper, including computer printout paper, corrugated boxes and paper bags. However, mass production of cheap news print from hemp had not developed in any country, and hemp was a relatively easy target because factories already had made large investments in equipment to handle cotton, wool, and linen, but there were relatively small investments in hemp production.

                                      1915-1927 In the U.S. cannabis begins to be prohibited for nonmedical use. Prohibition first begins in California (1915), followed by Texas (1919), Louisiana (1924), and New York (1927).

                                      1919 The 18th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution banned the manufacture, sale, and transportation of alcohol and positioned marijuana as an attractive alternative leading to an increase in use of the substance.

                                      1920s Greek dictator Ioannis Metaxas cracks down on hashish smoking. Hashish smuggled into Egypt from Greece, Syria, Lebanon, Turkey, and Central Asia.

                                      1924 Russian botanists classify another major strain of the plant, Cannabis ruderalis.

                                      1926 Lebanese hashish production is prohibited.

                                      1928 Recreational use of Cannabis is banned in Britain.

                                      1930 The Yarkand region of Chinese Turkistan exports 91,471 kg of hashish legally into the Northwest Frontier and Punjab regions of India. Legal taxed imports of hashish continue into India from Central Asia.

                                      1933 The U.S. congress repealed the 21st Amendment, ending alcohol prohibition; 4 years later the prohibition of marijuana will be in full effect.

                                      1934-1935 Chinese government moves to end all Cannabis cultivation in Yarkand and charas traffic from Yarkand. Hashish production become illegal in Chinese Turkistan.

                                      1936 The American propaganda film Reefer Madness was made to scare American youth away from using Cannabis.

                                      1937 U.S. Congress passed the Marijuana Tax Act which criminalized the drug. In response Dr. William C. Woodward, testifying on behalf of the AMA, told Congress that, “The American Medical Association knows of no evidence that marijuana is a dangerous drug” and warned that a prohibition “loses sight of the fact that future investigation may show that there are substantial medical uses for Cannabis.” His comments were ignored by Congress. A part of the testimony for Congress to pass the 1937 act derived from articles in newspapers owned by William Randolph Hearst, who had significant financial interests in the timber industry, which manufactured his newsprint paper.

                                      1938 Supply of hashish from Chinese Turkistan nearly ceases. The U.S. company DuPont patented the processes for creating plastics from coal and oil and a new process for creating paper from wood pulp.

                                      1940s Greek hashish smoking tradition fades.

                                      1941 Cannabis is removed from the U.S. Pharmacopoeia and it’s medicinal use is no longer recognized in America. The same year the Indian government considers cultivation in Kashmir to fill void of hashish from Chinese Turkistan. Hand-rubbed charas from Nepal is choicest hashish in India during World War II.

                                      1942 U.S. scientists working at the Office of Strategic Services (OSS), the CIA’s wartime predecessor, began to develop a chemical substance that could break down the psychological defenses of enemy spies and POWs. After testing several compounds, the OSS scientists selected a potent extract of marijuana as the best available “truth serum.” The cannabis concoction was given the code name TD, meaning Truth Drug. When injected into food or tobacco cigarettes, TD helped loosen the reserve of recalcitrant interrogation subjects.

                                      1945 Legal hashish consumption continues in India. Hashish use in Greece flourishes again.

                                      1951 The Boggs Act and the Narcotics Control Act in the U.S. increases all drug penalties and laid down mandatory sentences.

                                      1960 Czech researchers confirm the antibiotic and analgesic effects of cannabis.

                                      1963 Turkish police seize 2.5 tons of hashish.

                                      1965 First reports of the strain Cannibis afghanica and was used for hashish production in northern Afghanistan.

                                      1967 “Smash”, the first hashish oil appears. Red Lebanese reaches California.

                                      1970-1972 Huge fields of Cannabis are cultivated for hashish production in Afghanistan. Afghani hashish varieties introduced to North America for sinsemilla production. Westerners bring metal sieve cloths to Afghanistan. Law enforcement efforts against hashish begin in Afghanistan.

                                      1970 The US National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML) forms. That same year the Comprehensive Drug Abuse Prevention and Control Act repealed mandatory penalties for drug offenses and marijuana was categorized separately from other narcotics.

                                      1971 First evidence suggesting marijuana may help glaucoma patients.

                                      1972 The Nixon-appointed Shafer Commission urged use of cannabis be re-legalized, but their recommendation was ignored. U.S. Medical research picks up pace. Proposition 19 in California to legalize marijuana use is rejected by a voter margin of 66-33%.

                                      1973 Nepal bans the Cannabis shops and charas (hand-rolled hash) export. Afghan government makes hashish production and sales illegal. Afghani harvest is pitifully small.

                                      1975 Nabilone, a cannabinoid-based medication appears.

                                      1976 The U.S. federal government created the Investigational New Drug (IND) Compassionate Use research program to allow patients to receive up to nine pounds of cannabis from the government each year. Today, five surviving patients still receive medical cannabis from the federal government, paid for by federal tax dollars. At the same time the U.S. FDA continues to list marijuana as Schedule I meaning: “A high potential for abuse with no accepted medical value.”

                                      1977 Carl Sagan proposes that marijuana may have been the world’s first agricultural crop, leading to the development of civilization itself: “It would be wryly interesting if in human history the cultivation of marijuana led generally to the invention of agriculture, and thereby to civilization.” Carl Sagan, The Dragons of Eden, Speculations on the Origin of Human Intelligence p 191 footnote.

                                      1977-1981 U.S. President Carter, including his assistant for drug policy, Dr. Peter Bourne, pushed for decriminalization of marijuana, with the president himself asking Congress to abolish federal criminal penalties for those caught with less than one ounce of marijuana.

                                      1980s Morocco becomes one of, if not the largest, hashish producing and exporting nations. “Border hashish” is produced in northwestern Pakistan along the Afghan border to avoid Soviet-Afghan war.

                                      1985 Hashish is still produced by Muslims of Kashgar and Yarkland in Northwest China. In the U.S. the FDA approves dronabinol, a synthetic THC, for cancer patients.

                                      1986 President Reagan signed the Anti-Drug Abuse Act, reinstating mandatory minimums and raising federal penalties for possession and distribution and officially begins the U.S. international “war on drugs.”

                                      1987 Moroccan government cracks down upon Cannabis cultivation in lower elevations of the Rif Mountains.

                                      1988 U.S. DEA administrative law Judge Francis Young finds, after thorough hearings, that marijuana has a clearly established medical use and should be reclassified as a prescriptive drug. His recommendation is ignored.

                                      1992 In reaction to a surge of requests from AIDS patients for medical marijuana, the U.S. government closes the Compassionate Use program. That same year the pharmaceutical medication dronabinol is approved for AIDS-wasting syndrome.

                                      1993 Cannabis eradication efforts resume in Morocco.

                                      1994 Border hashish still produced in Pakistan. Heavy fighting between rival Muslim clans continues to upset hashish trade in Afghanistan.

                                      1995 Introduction of hashish-making equipment and appearance of locally produced hashish in Amsterdam coffee shops.

                                      1996 California (the first U.S. state to ban marijuana use, see 1915) became the first U.S. State to then re-legalize medical marijuana use for people suffering from AIDS, cancer, and other serious illnesses. A similar bill was passed in Arizona the same year. This was followed by the passage of similar initiatives in Alaska, Colorado, Maine, Montana, Nevada, Oregon, Washington, Washington D.C., Hawaii, Maryland, New Mexico, Rhode Island, and Vermont.

                                      1997 The American Office of National Drug Control Policy commissioned the Institute of Medicine (IOM) to conduct a comprehensive study of the medical efficacy of cannabis therapeutics. The IOM concluded that cannabis is a safe and effective medicine, patients should have access, and the government should expand avenues for research and drug development. The federal government completely ignored its findings and refused to act on its recommendations.

                                      1997-2001 In direct contradiction to the IOM recomendations, President Clinton, continuing the Regan and Bush “war on drugs” era, began a campaign to arrest and prosecute medical cannabis patients and their providers in California and elsewhere.

                                      1999 Hawaii and North Dakota unsuccessfully attempt to legalize hemp farming. The U.S. DEA reclassifies dronabinol as a schedule III drug, making the medication easier to prescribe while marijuana itself continues to be listed Schedule I as having “no accepted medical use.”

                                      2000 Legalization initiative in Alaska fails.

                                      2001 Britain’s Home Secretary, David Blunkett, proposes relaxing the classification of cannabis from a class B to class C. Canada adopts federal laws in support of medical marijuana, and by 2003 Canada becomes the first country in the world to approve medical marijuana nation-wide.

                                      2001-2009 Under President G.W. Bush the U.S. federal government intensified its “war on drugs” targeting both patients and doctors across the state of California.

                                      2005 Marc Emery, a Canadian citizen and the largest distributor of marijuana seeds into the United States from approximately 1995 through July 2005 was on the FBI #1 wanted drug list for years and was eventually indicted by the U.S. DEA. He was extradited from Canada for trial in the U.S. in May 2010.

                                      2009 President Obama made steps toward ending the very unsuccessful 20-year “war on drugs” initiated during the Regan administration by stating that individual drug use is really a public health issue, and should be treated as such. Under his guidance, the U.S. Justice Department announced that federal prosecutors will no longer pursue medical marijuana users and distributors who comply with state laws.

                                      2010 Marc Emery of Vancouver, BC, Canada, was sentenced on September 10 in a U.S. District Court in Seattle to five years in prison and four years of supervised release for “conspiracy to manufacture marijuana” (eg. selling marijuana seeds).

                                      2010 Proposition 19 to legalize marijuana in California is placed back on the ballet (named The Regulate, Control and Tax Cannabis Act of 2010). Current voter poles suggest that the proposition has about 50% population support and will likely win or loose by a margin of only 2%.

                                      Oct 2010 Just weeks before the November 02 California election on Prop. 19 Attorney General Eric Holder said federal authorities would continue to enforce U.S. laws that declare the drug is illegal, even if voters approve the initiative, stating “we will vigorously enforce the (Controlled Substances Act) against those individuals and organizations that possess, manufacture or distribute marijuana for recreational use.”

                                      Nov 2010 California Proposition 19, also known as the Regulate, Control and Tax Cannabis Act of 2010, was narrowly defeated by 53.6% of the vote. This would have legalized various marijuana-related activities in California, allowing local governments to regulate these activities, permitting local governments to impose and collect marijuana-related fees and taxes, and authorizing various criminal and civil penalties.

                                      Nov 2012 The States of Colorado and Washington legalize marijuana / cannabis for recreational use; promises are made to the people that these new initiatives will have no impact on medical marijuana in those states. The country of Uruguay legalizes marijuana / cannabis for recreational use. The US District of Columbia decriminalizes personal use and possession of marijuana / cannabis.

                                      July 07, 2014 Cannabis City becomes Seattle’s very first legal marijuana shop for over-the-counter purchase & recreational use. This generated world-wide media attention and a serious discussion over the legalization of marijuana and a possible end to the American “drug war.” The first purchase, by Deb Green a 65-year old marathon-running grandmother from Ballard, is part of the collection of the Museum of History and Industry in Seattle, Washington.

                                      Nov 2014 The States of Alaska and Oregon legalize marijuana / cannabis for recreational use; the States of California, Nevada, Arizona, Hawaii and Massachusetts all begin to draft legalization legislation.

                                      July 24, 2015 With the passage of Senate Bill 5052 Washington State medical marijuana comes fully under the control of the newly re-named Washington Liquor and Cannabis Board (LCB).

                                      Well, back to my Thanksgiving story. I feel “how” the Indians feel, now that I know it’s just another American holiday. I AM thankful this evening anyway, for the wonderful day I had. I did miss my family, but I think I wrote a hell of an interesting post this afternoon and early evening.

                                      Those of you that DID make it all the way to the end of this, I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this, especially my thoughts on…………Wait for it……….DARK MEAT. Oh, and Cannabis has ALWAYS been a big part of our evolution as a species.

                                      HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE IT. If you want to read the Indians point of view, go back to my last post at:

                                      “Grandma! Why are you dumping MY Turkey Gravy down the garbage disposal?”

                                       

                                      If anyone has some leftover DARK MEAT and would like to send me some, please contact me for my mailing address

                                      American Dollars Spent, and American Citizens Arrested, Because of the Dubious “War On Drugs” THIS Year Alone, go to this link, it’s live and ticking

                                      http://www.drugsense.org/cms/wodclock

                                      Let’s just be really thankful for whomever was the first of our species to discover that inhaling the smoke from a plant that was accidently thrown on the firepit, magically transformed them from a ferocious caveman into a relaxed dude that would go on eventually inventing the wheel and all sorts of other shit. That’s called progress. All part of the evolution of our species and planet. AMEN. God bless America, and can you pass the mashed potatoes please?

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                                        “Grandma! Why are you dumping MY Turkey Gravy down the garbage disposal?”

                                        If I were an “Original”, I’m not sure if I would be carving up a Turkey on Thanksgiving Day.

                                        First of all, I like to refer to the people that have been here on the North American Continent for thousands of years as “Originals” and not as “Indigenous” or “Indians” any longer. Columbus thought he had reached “India”. He missed that boat.

                                        For many of us, thinking about Thanksgiving makes us think of the First Thanksgiving between the “Originals” and the Pilgrims. There are many versions of this story though, but many of us know the one we are taught in school.  In 1621, America would have their very first Thanksgiving Dinner between the two different groups of people (our species). Today it is celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November.

                                        The very first Thanksgiving was to celebrate a treaty between the pilgrims and the “Originals”. This was a large feast that had enough food to feed everyone for weeks. On the table was foul such as geese, turkey, swans, duck, etc. There was also lots of meat, vegetables and grains provided by both the Indians and the pilgrims. Everyone had a wonderful celebration, and certainly a wonderful meal.  The “Originals” even signed a paper stating that the pilgrims had the right to Plymouth.

                                        Thanksgiving to the “Originals” may not mean the same thing that it did to the white settlers in American History.  To the “Originals”, Thanksgiving would mean a totally different thing. This was the beginning of their end……a time where they had given up their land in return for gifts that were full of disease……which would kill many of them later down the road.

                                        The White settlers would see this as a friendship being started, knowing that without the help of the “Originals”, they would never have survived the rough winter.  It was a time of celebrating with family and friends and being thankful they were still around to do it.  Today, we celebrate it with our own family with turkey, yams and ham.

                                        Thanksgiving will always be remembered as a time when the “Originals” and Pilgrims sat at a long table and ate together, sharing everything they had with one another.

                                        Here’s a poignant story written by Jacqueline Keeler / Pacific News Service December 31, 1999

                                        For a Native American, the story of Thanksgiving is not a very happy one. But a member of the Dineh Nation and the Yankton Dakota Sioux finds occasion for hope.

                                        I celebrate the holiday of Thanksgiving. This may surprise those people who wonder what Native Americans think of this official U.S. celebration of the survival of early arrivals in a European invasion that culminated in the death of 10 to 30 million native people.

                                        Thanksgiving to me has never been about Pilgrims. When I was six, my mother, a woman of the Dineh nation, told my sister and me not to sing “Land of the Pilgrim’s pride” in “America the Beautiful.”

                                        Our people, she said, had been here much longer and taken much better care of the land. We were to sing “Land of the Indian’s pride” instead. I was proud to sing the new lyrics in school, but I sang softly. It was enough for me to know the difference.

                                        At six, I felt I had learned something very important. As a child of a Native American family, you are part of a very select group of survivors, and I learned that my family possessed some “inside” knowledge of what really happened when those poor, tired masses came to our homes.

                                        When the Pilgrims came to Plymouth Rock, they were poor and hungry — half of them died within a few months from disease and hunger. When Squanto, a Wampanoag man, found them, they were in a pitiful state. He spoke English, having traveled to Europe, and took pity on them.

                                        Their English crops had failed. The native people fed them through the winter and taught them how to grow their food. These were not merely “friendly Indians.” They had already experienced European slave traders raiding their villages for a hundred years or so, and they were wary — but it was their way to give freely to those who had nothing.

                                        Among many of our peoples, showing that you can give without holding back is the way to earn respect. Among the Dakota, my father’s people, they say, when asked to give, “Are we not Dakota and alive?” It was believed that by giving there would be enough for all — the exact opposite of the system we live in now, which is based on selling, not giving.

                                        To the Pilgrims, and most English and European peoples, the Wampanoags were heathens, and of the Devil. They saw Squanto not as an equal but as an instrument of their God to help his chosen people, themselves.

                                        Since that initial sharing, Native American food has spread around the world. Nearly 70 percent of all crops grown today were originally cultivated by Native American peoples. I sometimes wonder what they ate in Europe before they met us. Spaghetti without tomatoes?

                                        Meat and potatoes without potatoes? And at the “first Thanksgiving” the Wampanoags provided most of the food — and signed a treaty granting Pilgrims the right to the land at Plymouth, the real reason for the first Thanksgiving. What did the Europeans give in return?

                                        Within 20 years, European disease and treachery had decimated the Wampanoags. Most diseases then came from animals that Europeans had domesticated. Cowpox from cows led to smallpox, one of the great killers of our people, spread through gifts of blankets used by infected Europeans. Some estimate that diseases accounted for a death toll reaching 90 percent in some Native American communities.

                                        By 1623, Mather the elder, a Pilgrim leader, was giving thanks to his God for destroying the heathen savages to make way “for a better growth,” meaning his people.

                                        In stories told by the Dakota people, an evil person always keeps his or her heart in a secret place separate from the body. The hero must find that secret place and destroy the heart in order to stop the evil.

                                        I see, in the “First Thanksgiving” story, a hidden Pilgrim heart. The story of that heart is the real tale than needs to be told. What did it hold? Bigotry, hatred, greed, self-righteousness? We have seen the evil that it caused in the 350 years since.

                                        Genocide, environmental devastation, poverty, world wars, racism. Where is the hero who will destroy that heart of evil? I believe it must be each of us.

                                        Indeed, when I give thanks this Thursday and I cook my native food, I will be thinking of this hidden heart and how my ancestors survived the evil it caused.

                                        Because if we can survive, with our ability to share and to give intact, then the evil and the good will that met that Thanksgiving day in the land of the Wampanoag will have come full circle. And the healing can begin.

                                        Jacqueline Keeler is a member of the Dineh Nation and the Yankton Dakota Sioux. Her work has appeared in Winds of Change, an American Indian Journal.

                                        So, let us all give thanks, on this wonderful day of Thanksgiving. Let’s be thankful that those first Originals” didn’t have guns. Let’s be thankful that they didn’t just kill off all of the Pilgrim Settlers and go back home with a bunch of scalps in their pouch. Let’s be thankful that the “Originals” DID teach those thankful pilgrims how to farm, i.e., how to successfully grow the foods that we take for granted today.

                                        Let’s just be really thankful. That’s called progress, “Land of the Pilgrim’s pride”, all part of the evolution of our species and planet. AMEN. God bless America, and can you pass the mashed potatoes please.

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

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

                                        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                          Simultaneous Frustration and Optimism

                                          Let’s face it folks, for the past 50-75 years or so, politicians from BOTH major parties, and many other government officials in high positions of authority in many branches of our government, (and in other countries as well), have been and are still involved in “Shenanigans” that are TREASONOUS acts against the Citizens and the Constitution of the United States of America (treasonous acts in other countries by their politicians and government officials as well). Note: The “Shenanigans” have been a part of every society for a few thousand years, I’m just focusing on recent history (in my lifetime) and what is happening right now.

                                          If you, as an eligible voter don’t understand that, you are either, 1) Uniformed; or 2) Misinformed; or 3) Just plain stupid; or 4) Been in a coma for 50 years or so; or 5) Still in a jungle somewhere been raised by monkeys….or a combination of at least three categories, in addition to being totally void of that thing called “Common Sense”.

                                          If you are what is called a “Sheeple”, but you DO know that something IS terribly wrong with everything that you see currently happening today, and/or you are curious about significant negative events in the past, and you have a desire to find out the real truth, i.e., what’s really been going on, then I suggest that you begin doing your own research and listen to what others have been trying to tell you for so long.

                                          The more Sheeple that can be converted into the growing group of folks that are “Awakened”, the better the odds of saving our country and it’s citizens, saving YOUR country and its citizens whichever one that may be, saving those countries and its citizens that have been victims, and perhaps even saving the human species. THAT’S how serious this has become.

                                          As a species, we are slowly approaching a “Fork in the Road” and wither we take the left fork or the right fork, it will determine if we survive as a species on this planet we call Earth. We have been crossing the threshold from the Pisces Age into the Age of Aquarius for about 100 years or so. That crossing over and into new ages from past ages lasts two to three hundred years.

                                          The Pisces Age was the age of “Religions and Wars” and thank God we are leaving it because mankind’s religiosity has been a primary factor in all wars, genocides, and every other horrific thing that was beset upon mankind during the Pisces age. The Age of Aquarius is the “Age of Technology and Peace”, and if you don’t understand that, then you have either been in a coma for 50 years, or you were raised by monkeys in some jungle somewhere.

                                          As an optimist, I believe that we ARE going to take the correct “Fork in the Road”. All of us will be long dead before our species has finally crossed that threshold that I mentioned earlier. Even my seven-year-old grandson will be long gone before we are fully rooted and living in the new age. Since I believe that is the case, what’s the use of doing anything at all one might ask in hopelessness. The answer is that we all have a responsibility NOW to help guide our species towards that correct fork in the road as we come to it.

                                          What we do now DOES make a difference for our future. What we learn and share with others DOES make and will continue to make, a real difference towards a positive choice perhaps a hundred years from now as we take the correct fork in the road.

                                          Wither you believe or don’t believe that there is something called the “Elite/Cabal”, or whatever name you want to associate with the top 1% of the 1%, it doesn’t matter to me, as I already have done my own research, and “Followed the Money”. It should matter to you however, regardless of your station in life. If you know for a fact that your bank account does not qualify you for the top 10% at least, then this message is for you.

                                          What we see happening all around us today is the result of using the technology we currently have to do the proper research, and to share our research/findings with others. That technology is ever evolving, and our ability to research and share is evolving. Sheeple are being “Awakened”, and the numbers of awakened folks are increasing exponentially.

                                          There is a new “APP” that hasn’t been designed/programmed yet that will be like a shot of adrenaline to this whole awakening process that we are going through right now. It will replace all social media platforms, search engines, video conferencing platforms, and other Internet-based communications applications. It will be the “Mother of All Apps” when it becomes a reality, and there is nothing that will prevent it from fulfilling its function of bringing all of mankind into the new age, an age of PEACE, because of TECHNOLOGY.

                                          In conclusion, technology will allow us to finally go from being like that “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”, to an ORGANIZED, SYNERGIZED, and OVERWHELMING POSITIVE FORCE FOR CHANGE. We will become a majority force strong enough to defeat the folks that have been running our world into the ground, so to speak.

                                          You have choices. Do nothing…Or get involved. If you have ANY Common Sense at all, you will allow yourself to be open to reason, to be hungry for the real truth, to seek it, to find it, to wake up, and to share it.

                                          In the meantime, we will be developing that “Mother of all APPS” that I mentioned earlier. Those of you that are awake that want to have a “Technology Jam Session” to discuss this, please let me know. We are stuck with the social media currently available to us (like farcecrap, Zoom, etcetera), so we temporarily will be using what’s available for our “Technology Jam Sessions”.

                                          Temporarily, for those friends that are interested, I will be setting up communications on WHATSAPP since it is more secure than the other video conferencing platforms.

                                          DO THE RESEARCH! WAKE UP! AND GET INVOLVED!

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

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

                                          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                            “Tell me again, who are these people called Sheeple?”

                                            It’s interesting to see the dual-effect/dual-outcome on the generation that grew up in the 50’s and 60’s and the generation that followed right after, of having no Smartphones, Computers, and Video Games. What we all had was the great outdoors, and each other, whether it was out in the country on a farm coming home from a day of play with cow shit on our shoes, or playing stick-ball on the city streets of a major city like NYC. I’ll explain the dual-effect later in this essay.

                                            Since I am from the “Baby Boomer” generation, I can say that what we did was simple back then. We ran around outside like the little kids that we were, playing Hide-&-Go-Seek, Cowboys & Indians, explored, like I did, quite a bit of the 356 Acre farm where I grew up (I even discovered an illegal Nudist Colony on our property, deep in our woods one time).

                                            The “News” was something our parents watched after dinner, and it wasn’t as blatantly filled with propaganda, misinformation and outright lies as it is today. While we children waited for the latest episode of “Lassie”, our parents looked forward to the latest episodes of “I Love Lucy” and “The Honeymooners”.

                                            For that generation we call the “Baby Boomers” as children, we had nothing to fear, well except for those nasty Communists from the U.S.S.R. and Red China (a sample of propaganda). Now this oldest of living generations has a lot of BS to fear. BS because much of it has been purposely fabricated to instill FEAR AND OBEDIENCE in everyone.

                                            This cautiously peaceful era that we call the “Cold War” was prior to the Vietnam War, and other than having to hide under our desks at school for a weekly “Drill” that was supposed to save our lives from an unexpected Atomic Bomb blast, life was good, life was simple, and most of us had fun growing up as children.

                                            Here’s an interesting/amazing part, which I label the “Duality Experience” for the Baby Boomer generation and the generation right after called “Generation X”; The vast majority of those same generations today, hopelessly, do not have a clue. They ARE the dumbest generations alive. All their lives and still today, they rely on the Main Stream Media (MSM) news sources for their sole source of information, (which they believe to be the “Gospel Truth”), and they believe just about everything their government tells them. Many are “Hawks”, because of their life-long indoctrination.

                                            The minority of these same generations have had and continues to have, an open mind and as a result, unlike these cross-generational “Sheeple”, we have grown and continue to grow in knowledge with the birth and growth of technology, (coincidentally, I also think that the minority of us were open to, and still partake of, cannabis. Some of the “Awakened/Awake” folks even partake of the more exotic mind-opening drugs like mushrooms etcetera).

                                            So, for the vast majority of the Baby Boomers and younger generation Sheeple, (I suggest they are of the ages between 45 and death at old age) I suggest that it’s because a vast majority of these people did not grow with the times, with the growth of technology. They have whatever is the cheapest, simplest cellphone that’s available to them on their budgets instead of a “Smart” phone, and even if they DO have a Smart phone, they still only use it for making and receiving telephone phone calls from their Mother or their sister Edith, and maybe, just MAYBE, one of their grandchildren have taught them how to send and receive “Text Messages”.

                                            Most do not own a computer, and if they do, they have absolutely no idea how to use it other than to send and receive emails filled with photos of their Grandchildren or their pets, and that exchange is primarily limited to their relatives and/or close friends. They haven’t a clue as to how vast the Internet is, and how much information is available to them.

                                            These folks (45 and older) make up that huge portion of what we call “Sheeple” with just a scant few of them, like myself, that grew WITH the technology when it came along, discovering, with the continuing evolution of the “Internet”, that we could use it as a tool to research and find answers to just about anything. Do you want to find out how to give your neighbor’s Pit-Bull a Vasectomy without anesthesia? Look it up on the Internet, in fact there’s probably a YouTube video just for that. Or you are really interested in researching who really murdered JFK? The information is there, you just have to do the research.

                                            The people across the generational groups that are amongst the “Awakened/Awake” have also used modern day technology and discovered that in so many cases, our history books were wrong and deliberately excluded or white-washed the truth. The point is, you are either a “Sheeple” and refuse to learn the truth, or you are comfortable with YOUR life the way it is and selfishly could give a Rats Ass about anyone else, or you are just plain stupid….Or perhaps, you are AWAKE after discovering the many truths that are out there.

                                            As this small tech-savvy portion of the “Baby Boomers” along with later generations began to publish more and more information on the Internet, the availability of real truths and real news evolved and exponentially increased, especially in the last 20 years or so.

                                            Across all adult generations, we became part of what’s known as the “Awakened, or Awake” group of people. So far, we are outnumbered by the “Sheeple”. Lots and lots of Sheeple out there that refuse to believe anything other than the MSM, and what their government tells them to believe.

                                            It’s amazing that you do find those same “Sheeple” people on social media, but that’s as far as their reach is, because they either use social media to send and receive family photos, pictures of their dog Bowser, etcetera. When they DO make a “Comment” on a Meme or posting on Farcecrap that in their mind, is politically or religiously incorrect to them, or both, i.e., it doesn’t jive with their long-held views due to the massive indoctrination/brain washing by the government via the MSM, they are easily identified as Sheeple when you read their comments and take a close look at their profile page.

                                            Heaven forbid that the Sheeple would actually do any deep research into, let’s say, how the World Trade Centers ACTUALLY were brought down, i.e., what caused the demolition-like collapse, (could it be a pre-planned, controlled implosion using the strategic placement of explosives?). That one is no longer a “Conspiracy Theory”.

                                            When you take a look at the latest generations of kids, like my 7-year-old Grandson, the jury is still out, we really don’t know what effect that the technology of video games, smart phones, and everything else will have on them. We WILL know in ten years of so, when they are graduating from High School and entering college.

                                            My guess is that because of the ever-evolving use of the Internet, my grandson’s generation that we call the “Gen Alpha” will be the smartest as far as being “Awakened” is concerned, thanks to the continuing evolution of technology. In spite of trading in the types of activity that us Baby Boomers called “Play Time” using “Cow-Pies” as Frisbees, for “Smart Phones & Video Games”, my Grandson’s generation ALSO will realize, observe, and react to the real news, the real truth, and optimistically lead their generation farther across the threshold between the Pisces Age and the Aquarian Age.

                                            In conclusion (for now), there are four classes or groups of people, the cross-generational “Sheeple”, the cross-generational “Awakened/Awake”, the cross-generational “Evil Doers”. The fourth group are those unfortunate souls caught in-between, the innocent people dying of starvation and wars on a daily basis. The cross-generational “Sheeple” far outnumber the cross-generational “Awakened/Awake”. The growing group of “Awakened/Awake” AND the “Sheeple”, far outnumber the “Evil-Doers” (which is ALSO cross-generational).

                                            This is not about “Conspiracy Theories”, a term invented by the CIA after they murdered JFK. This essay, I hope, is a wake-up call for the vast majority of “Sheeple”. I ask that YOU do the research yourself, the truth IS out there.

                                            I suggest what I always have said, “Follow the Money”. Research who gains and who loses financially with NEVER-ENDING WARS. Research who gains and who loses financially with things like the recent world-wide shut-down due to the “Plandemic” Covid-19. Go back and research JFK’s murder, and who gained from his death, research 9-11 and who gained immediately, and who has gained from the aftermath of never-ending wars against the wrong group of people. Research everything before you come to your conclusions. That’s all I ask of you because we want YOU to WAKE UP.

                                            For those of you who are amongst the “Awakened/Awake”, the task and ultimate goal before us seems impossible, but as an optimist, I truly believe that in spite of all the obstacles and what seems to be the impossible goal of defeating the “Elite-Cabal”, the “Evil-Doers” (for lack of a better name), we DO have the advantage currently with the ability to use existing technology to turn the “Sheeple” into “Awakened/Awake” folks. That’s the “Task”.  Let’s ALL of us starting perhaps with family and friends who are “Sheeple”, continue to assist/help them to do the research themselves, because the ‘TRUTH SHALL TRULY SET THEM FREE”. If you think my essay will help you to educate a family member or friend, please give them the “link” to this essay. Thanks for reading this.

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

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

                                            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                             

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                                              Love DOES heal all, sometimes it’s quick, sometimes that healing takes time

                                              Well it’s Monday morning, the 28th of September at 4:33 AM and about 15 minutes ago I was awakened by my bladder. So, after relieving myself, I went back to bed, turned off the light on my nightstand and thought that I was going to go back to sleep. For the previous five minutes, my buddy Shelton had laid there in his spot at the head of the bed and was still in slumberland, stretched out like doggies do, eyes closed.

                                              I lay there in the dark for a few minutes and a rush of thoughts came streaming through my mind. I was thinking of that first night that Shelton and I were back together the day of Annie’s terrible accident that was the cause of her death four days later in a hospital in Ensenada. That first night back in my Casita, as Shelton lay there next to me trying to sleep, he was shaking, constantly. like a broken washing machine. He had survived the car accident unharmed except for what must have been a very traumatic experience for him.

                                              As he lay there, I kept stroking his furry body until he finally had stopped shaking, and was finally asleep. Throughout that night and for several more nights, in his sleep he would occasionally shudder and jerk as I’m sure he was reliving that moment of the crash. My hand never left his body as I kept stroking him and whispering to him with calm words of assurance that he was okay. After four days, the nightmares went away, and he became that normal puppy dog that he had been for the two months before when I had been babysitting him while Annie was away in San Diego.

                                              So, here I sit, with Shelton on Annie’s rooftop deck next door to my Casita (part of the estate where I live), sitting in my folding camping chair, you know, the kind with the beer pockets in the arms of the chair, and Shelton doing his thing, exploring the deck, sniffing, and now he’s lying alongside my chair. It’s another hour and a half before Sunrise, and as I am writing this (on my iPhone) I occasionally look up at the stars hoping to see that UFO again, (that’s a whole other story here on my website).

                                              The inspiration for this story isn’t so much about Shelton and I, and his recovery, but something else that caused me to get up and write. And that is, how my experience with Shelton relates to one of my adult children and myself. What Shelton went through as it relates to what many of us go through as humans. Our pets, in my case, my adopted little doggy Shelton, certainly have feelings/emotions, and they react to trauma much the same way that humans do, and they also react to love the same way that we do.

                                              My family was broken apart by divorce when my son was fourteen and my daughter was ten. Without laying the blame on anyone, I can say that the breakup of our family affected all four of us, differently, and with different degrees of psychological effects and trauma on all four of us. One of us suffered the most and continues to have to deal with the effects of the divorce and separation twenty-five years later.

                                              Over the years I have tried to restore a relationship like I thought had as a loving father with that now adult child for obvious reasons. Over the years, I had had problems dealing with the issue because I would have an emotional knee-jerk reaction to not having the perfect kind of relationship that parents should have with their children, sans any negative influences. My reactions used to be a mixture of disappointment and sadness mixed with the typical “Why me. Lord? Why am I the one to blame here?”. Thankfully this changed several years ago, realizing that it wasn’t about ME and how I felt. It was all about her, and what she was suffering through.

                                              Again, not taking the blame or casting the blame on someone else, I recognized that all I could do was to continuously show my love for her and not to allow my selfish concern for my own feelings to control me, my reactions, and roadblock our relationship. And here is where it has a simple, yet profound similarity to Shelton. Just as I showed that calming and healing love towards Shelton, I continue to show my love and assurance to my daughter, without my ego interfering or influencing my own psyche.

                                              It’s natural for us to love our children and it’s also natural for us to feel the pain of rejection, and to selfishly express that pain. What I’m saying is that I KNOW my daughter loves me, and I KNOW that she has had to deal with her own issues all these years because of the trauma of divorce and separation, and the very best that I can do as a loving parent is to constantly express my love and assurance, like I did with Shelton that first night and since, when he suffered HIS traumatic event.

                                              Pets, like Shelton eventually forget. Humans do not. Pets like Shelton adapt quickly when smothered with love. Humans do not. Humans sometimes suffer their entire lives, battling all kinds of things like depression, resentment, anger, and so on, and when we can set aside our own feelings and selflessly show nothing but love, it is all we can do, and all we can hope for. I am armed with that hope, Not hope for me, that I would see normality, but hope ONLY for my daughter, that she would some day conquer those feelings/issues that have had a negative impact on her and on her development as a human being. In spite of everything, my daughter is a wonderful, loving person, with compassion for others around her, the best daughter in the whole wide world.

                                              Like I said, I KNOW my daughter loves me, and I know that SHE knows that I love her with all of my heart, and THAT feels really good. Shelton KNOWS that I love him also, as he IS like my shadow. It’s 6:14 AM, and as you can see, the Sun is beginning to rise. Shelton, who was pretty quiet for the past hour or so, just saw something to bark at (he does a lot of barking). I have finished writing my early morning thoughts and I hope it will be an inspiration to those who read it.

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

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

                                              Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                               

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                                                “I scream, you scream, we all scream for Ice Cream”

                                                As an Intro for this essay, I thought this particular George Carlin routine would be appropriate:

                                                This was my “Comment” yesterday on YouTube as my first gut reaction to the documentary, “Kiss The Ground” Moderated by Woody Harrelson,

                                                I LOVED the film, a great message that the whole world needs to hear, BUT, after watching the film and then going back to the YouTube “Panel Discussion” to watch that, I was immediately compelled to write the following as a “Comment” there on the YouTube page, and I quote: “Great film! Can you take some of that regenerative food and the $$ and ship it to Yemen? People ARE dying of starvation there on a daily basis, and several other areas around the world (Google the word, FAMINE)”. If you are already involved in feeding those that are dying every day from starvation, my bad, forgive me for even suggesting that you and your husband Josh are not just as concerned about the thousands of people dying from starvation every day, as you are about saving the planet, one patch of dirt at a time I know, it’s logistically difficult perhaps impossible, to feed people in a country being relentlessly bombed on a daily basis. I’m happy for the “Rancher” that has turned his acreage into a profitable business. One last thought. I realize that reversing climate change is a major concern for you (and rightfully so), so please, don’t be offended by my comment or take my comment the wrong way. as it is not my intent to offend. Someone has to save the planet, right? So, I guess others will have to stop famines and death by starvation.

                                                Here’s my essay as a result:

                                                I know it’s dangerously difficult if not impossible, for ANY “Humanitarian” group to operate in war-torn places like Yemen where people are being insanely bombed on a daily basis AND also starving to death by the thousands (also on a daily basis), BUT, and it’s a BIG BUT, what if there could be a way for people who DO care, to form immediate connections and collaborations between the “Save the Planet by Regenerative Soil Farming” as demonstrated by the recent documentary “Kiss The Ground” and let’s say, people/organizations whose primary goal in life is to “Feed People and End Famines” in places like Yemen. Collaborations between ALL of the various groups and their “causes”. The “APP” is the answer (described later in this essay).

                                                Of course, people who are dedicated and involved with environmental issues DO care about people who are dying as the result of famines, after all, starving to death IS because of the lack of FOOD, and they care just as much as people dedicated to solving racial and other inequality issues, or police brutality, or many of the others causes that plague us as human beings….in other words, THEY care about ending famines just as much as the people dedicated to ridding our planet of Nuclear Weapons do. We ALL CARE! About something, right?

                                                Of course, there already are groups/organizations risking their lives (and/or the lives of others) to supply and distribute humanitarian aid in places like Yemen. It obviously would be much less dangerous and life-threatening if Saudi Arabia wasn’t bombing the shit out of Yemen right now, (with the full support of the USA Government). If there wasn’t any war activity going on right now in Yemen and other countries besieged by illegal wars, I’m sure the “Let’s Save the Planet via Regenerative Farming – Kiss The Ground” folks would be there in a hot minute teaching people to “Regenerate the Soil and Grow Crops” correctly, to “Save Our Planet”.

                                                So, first things first, let’s work on stopping all wars. Easy to say, will be much harder to do (I digress). Imagine a system, an “APP”, that could be a source for REAL collaboration and thus positive change. All the various groups/organizations would still be able to maintain their own identity and “Causes”. The difference will be that the “APP”. the “Mother Of All Apps” or, “MOAA” for short, will provide an instantaneous method and source for collaboration AND, solving the problems/issues, whatever they may be.

                                                Do you want to be involved in an issue, and actually find answers to resolve it? Use the “MOAA”. Do you want to send photos of your doggie to your friends and relatives? Use the “MOAA”. Do you want your vote to really count? Use the “Voting/Election” part of the “MOAA” to view the various candidates and their platforms, and vote for your candidate, securely. Do you want to list your house for sale and reach a targeted group of potential buyers? Use the “MOAA”. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

                                                The “MOAA” will also replace ALL other “Search Engines, like Google, Bing, Yahoo, etcetera. It also will replace “Social Media Apps” like Facebook, Twitter, Zoom, YouTube, etcetera. It will replace the “Voting Booth”, and be everything that the “Internet” is today, and be all inclusive. It also will replace how we govern ourselves, and truly be an instrument that changes the world, for the betterment of ALL of mankind.

                                                While maintaining the various groups/organizations individuality and missions, there needs to be a single, unifying entity for real collaboration to work, for plenty of reasons, such as sharing the responsibility for seeking mutual funding/financial assistance, sharing information that would be useful across all of the missions/projects, and all other reasons that real collaboration makes sense. Example: Some group has a few hundred tons of “Food and Medicine”, and they want to help the starving people in another country (like Yemen), but do not have the ability to transport the food. They would post there offering on the “APP” and minutes later another group/organization with twenty cargo-type aircraft respond and ultimately transport the life-saving food and medicine.  In order to do this, a single, “Umbrella” organization can be established which ALL groups/organizations would be a part of, with links to their individual websites so that from one single platform, unlike the “Internet”, people can easily find sources that are particular to their needs. That “Umbrella” would be part of the MOAA and could be called, the “People Powered Planet Global Partnership” (PPPGP) set up as a not for profit Limited Liability Company, owned by all participating groups/organizations/people.

                                                Not a company or corporation in the traditional sense, but a part of the MOAA platform to share and collaborate. When someone like Elon Musk writes a check to support the development of the MOAA, he will be writing the check to the “People Powered Planet Global Partnership”, not to an individual.

                                                Maintaining all of the various causes and activities, and collaborating in a way that has never been done before. No longer like a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”, but a method/system to truly collaborate, and to accomplish all of our goals.

                                                Anyone, after reading this that have an inspired desire to get involved in some way, please contact us. If someone like an Elon Musk is a close personal friend, and you believe in this project, please have him get in contact with us.

                                                In conclusion. there are dozens and dozens of really worthwhile causes that folks are involved in, just like the “Kiss the Ground” folks, and additionally, for every good “Cause” there are literally hundreds of separate groups/organizations that are involved, and for all those groups/organizations there are thousands and thousands of people involved, trying to do their part in whatever their mission they are involved in. Separately, many DO make a small and positive difference. The majority do not make a difference. Imagine if everyone was truly collaborating. What I wrote about here today was an idea for how we can truly ORGANIZE, which will lead to true COLLABORATION. Join us.

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

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

                                                Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                                 

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                                                  What if Eve had been given a Penis, and Adam a Vagina?

                                                  What is “Religious Faith in the Unknown?” and the accompanying “Religious Fear of the Unknown?” For many, it is two things. Fear, and the promise of reward. You cannot have “Faith” without the “Fear”, as they go hand in hand. The faith/belief (idea/notion) of spending eternity in a good place, like “Heaven” after you die (as a reward for being a “Righteous” person), will always be coupled with the fear of spending eternity in a very bad place called “Hell” for being a “Sinful” person, ultimately rejected by your “God” at the Pearly Gates.

                                                  I have known some very religious people that truly lived “Saintly” lives, but they did so with a mixture of fear and hope of that promise of reward. I also have known a few people that didn’t have a single religious bone in their body and lived what we would call, a “Righteous or Saintly” life, and throughout their lives, they never feared “Hell” (or death) and they never hoped to someday be in Heaven. I also have known the ultra-religious types that were the ultimate personification of what we call a “Hypocrite” and really did not believe in ANYTHING other than themselves.

                                                  So what is the answer or point to all this? If you are a religious person, you more than likely live your life trying to avoid the conscious or subconscious fear of “Hell Fire and Brimstone” that was taught to you all your life, and you believe that your attempt at living a saintly life will get you a Passport to your concept of “Heaven” and your place in the Heavenly Choir, or your 20 virgins that were promised to you, or your reincarnation as a higher life-form like a Cow.

                                                  But assuredly, on your deathbed just before your final breath, you will still be wondering if you will end up in your preconceived version of “Hell” because you just once, had a thought in your mind of fucking your neighbor’s wife while the neighbor (and friend) was on deployment to Afghanistan. Whatever the so-called past “Sin” in your life was/is, that had plagued you most of your life, it WILL come back to you perhaps with your last dying breath (if you are not already in a drug-induced coma). And then you do die, not knowing for certain whether you are going up, or down. Then some stranger at your funeral says, “Bob is looking down on us from Heaven now, smiling, as he’s playing his Trombone in God’s Heavenly Orchestra”. Then a mourner at your Wake says, “Hey Richard, did Alice make her famous Fried-Chicken? Let’s get a beer”………(Sure, so long, Bob).

                                                  Fear is bondage. For religious folks, that fear is forever a part of your psyche as well. You can’t totally eliminate the fear unless you are psychotically delusional. I have known a few of those types and they are as much unknowingly involved in their madness as hypocrites are knowingly involved in their deception. I believe that an unrealistic hope in the hereafter can sometimes be a form of bondage as well when it takes your eyes off of the here-and-now.

                                                  For the truly religiously psychotic who are delusional, their madness overcomes their fear, but the madness in itself is visible to most people, and is damaging to the person and to everyone else around him or her that succumbs to the madness, think “Jonestown” or any other example of madness masquerading as religion. One of my pet peeves in a similar regard is the madness of following some dude that convinces his “Flock” to donate a huge chunk of their life savings so he can purchase his fifth or sixth private jet (I lost count)…..You know the dude, because he just can’t fly with all those “Demons” on commercial airliners.

                                                  Personally, I was indoctrinated from early childhood into that “Fear and Hope of Reward System” as a “Christian”. For me, although I believe that I had always been a normal kid, growing into a normal young adult teenager, then maturing into a somewhat normal adult, for the first half of my life, the fear of eternal damnation was always just around the corner, like a mad dog with rabies.

                                                  However, as I matured through my young adult stage into full-fledged adulthood, I slowly began to wake up and understand the differences between “Religions” as a man-made tool of submission and oppression, and the innate nature of humans. to be free, and how applying something as simple as the Golden Rule without all the mumbo-jumbo hocus-pocus of Hell versus Heaven could free a person from fear of death.

                                                  This life-long journey of discovery along with “Common Sense” began to ramp up for me when I was in my early fifties, and it has been a continuing learning/discovery process. Now at seventy-two, I can say that I have no fear of death, I do not believe in Heaven or Hell, and I strive to be a practitioner of the Golden Rule every single day of my life. “Common Sense” is a great weapon against fear. When I finally realized for me at least, what a scam on mankind religion really was, I not only eliminated fear of eternal damnation in a fiery pit of Hell, I also lost all fear of death itself. What a wonderful thing, to no longer fear death.

                                                  I don’t care WHAT religion you are practicing, if you fear death, because you have been taught to fear whatever brand of purgatory your religion teaches, you are in bondage, plain and simple. However, if you simply follow the “Golden Rule”, you will no longer have fear of Eternal Damnation, and you will no longer be hoping for a spot in God’s Rock Band “The Five Shepherds”, or no longer be hoping for those 20+ Vestal Virgins that were promised to you, or whatever else that your religion may have promised you.

                                                  I was inspired to write this little essay in response to a Facebook Friend, a “Religious” person, , who was offended, and had responded to one of my recent “God” Memes (see above) that I had published on FB recently. Here is what my initial “Comment Response” was, and then I’ll conclude with my closing thoughts:

                                                  “It’s all in jest, a little comedy in the midst of all the tragedy and suffering around the world today. When people are offended by something intended to be a comedic approach to life, they miss the whole underlying point of the message, and it’s a message that can be interpreted in many ways. If you don’t understand it, that’s OK, but you must understand that it is not my intent to ridicule or do harm to others.

                                                  The problems that we ALL have in ALL of our various societies is because of the differences people have with one another based on their particular religious beliefs. I do not apologize for comedy, nor should anyone else. If I was preaching from a pulpit in some church and actually said some really evil things about a religious belief of one kind or another, that would obviously be a different thing.  P. S. I’m pretty sure ALL the “Prophets” way back when had to have had a sense of humor, dealing with everything and everyone at the time. People need to lighten up and take a deep breath, and relax”.

                                                  In closing, people of whatever “Religious” flavor have had a notion, some for a few thousand years, that THEIR “Religion” is the ONLY “Way” or “Path” to “Eternal Life with God, in Heaven”. This always was and still is, a part of the nature of religions because of competition. It’s always been, “It’s MY WAY, or the Highway, dude, if you don’t follow MY Silver Turtle, you will not get to Heaven”. Through the short, written/known history of our species, religions have been responsible for more torture and deaths of innocent people than any other cause.

                                                  Cultural differences and “Who’s on First” as I call it, have also played a role in perpetrating horrendously barbaric acts on others. With “Christianity”, it wasn’t until a few hundred years had passed when it evolved from a Middle-Eastern religion practiced mostly by people darker than “White”, into a white-man’s religion which spread from Rome (white dudes) into Europe (more white dudes), who then forced it via violence throughout the rest of the world, (mostly non-white peoples). Heaven forbid the thought, but guess what folks, Jesus was not a “White” dude. In fact, there’s a good chance that Jesus was black, or at least a mixture of Dark-Brown and Black. You don’t hear the White folks preaching THAT too often do you.

                                                  I am not going to further this thought with a dissertation on the rest of the religions except to say that as a species, people are beginning to wake up and recognize that what we did as humans for a few thousand years is done. It’s over. We ate that shitty porridge long enough. So, get over it.

                                                  In closing, here are a few thoughts taken from a previous website posting of mine from July 12th, 2019 BEFORE Epstein was either “Clintonized” or whisked off to a Plastic Surgeon in Tel Aviv-Yafo.

                                                  It is comforting, and a feeling of gratification that I have lived long enough to not only witness, but feel a small part of this “Great Awakening” portion of our evolution as a species. It has taken decades, with the advent of the age of computers, the internet, and social media, for ordinary people with extraordinary common sense to begin to wake up to this “New Age”, which IS part of the beginning, i.e., “The Dawning of the Age of Aquarius”.

                                                  God is NOT dead. News Flash! He just never existed in the first place, and people are waking up and recognizing that. In place of religion, a new sensibility based on Common Sense and our evolutionary awakening as a species is emerging, as people begin watering the flowers on the graves of “Religion” in their own minds and hearts. This new awareness really isn’t new, it’s been there all along. It’s just more enhanced via technology and the ability to “Share”.

                                                  Along with mankind’s insanely archaic religiosity, what is dying a slow death is everything related to it; Wars, Human Suffering, and so many other negative attributes that our species has been a slave to for thousands of years.

                                                  On one hand, it certainly is pathetic how the so-called modern day “Christians” are reacting to the world around them. How can one not be appalled by the recent FB post wherein a so-called “pastor” said, “Immigrant detention centers are good for kids because they can still have church services”. Or how can a normal human being be OK with, justify, and be a part of, the apartheid treatment of the Palestinian people? Look at our U. S. Senate and House of Representatives (our Congress), and see how many of the politicians have Dual-Citizenship with the apartheid government that is currently occupying Palestine. Even the REAL Jewish people are opposed to, and demonstrate against, the so-called State of Israel.

                                                  The “Light of Aquarius” has begun to shine brighter and brighter on the malignity with our species that has been there all along, just look at the news. Epstein? He has lived out his usefulness to the Mossad and it won’t surprise me if he conveniently and covertly dies of “Natural Causes”. If the headlines read, “Epstein found hanging in his cell with a baseball bat stuck up his ass”, it won’t be suicide, it’ll be death by “Bubba”. If it REALLY appears to be an unfortunate death due to a “Heart Attack, that will be one of his elite clients hiring a professional “Hit-man”. If he mysteriously disappears, along with his money, he will be living out the remainder of his life in the Zionist’s so-called State of Israel. Speaking of the Middle East? Shit’s going to start happening that the zionists are not going to be happy with.

                                                  On the other hand, our species HAS been in the early stages of a great awakening as we evolve. Religions of ALL kinds and types are slowly dying, some religions will take a little longer to become just a footnote in our history as a species, but for sure, we are evolving into a different, more honest and humane species.

                                                  One of the first to go? Christianity and especially the evangelical zionist christians. Along with them, hand in hand, we will also see the zionists who will be flushed down the cesspool of mankind.

                                                  If you follow the Golden Rule, you will see an amazing transformation take place in your life, as you will no longer be guided by the centuries old, and out-lived, part of our evolution as a species called religion, and your life will be guided by the here-and-now, not by the what-was and what-could-be.

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

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

                                                  Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                    Our “Emotions” and “Common Sense”, and how they are related

                                                     

                                                     

                                                    Simple, but interesting experience today which was the inspiration for this Meme. A human experience with my emotions, common sense, and true compassion/empathy involved.

                                                    I had been babysitting Shelton, a cute little doggie that’s my neighbor Annie’s little dude. It’s been about two months for Shelton and I, sharing my little Casita, and Annie finally returned home yesterday from her extended medical visit to San Diego.

                                                    It was a joyous heart-felt reunion for her and Shelton yesterday afternoon, and it was wonderful to watch as Shelton immediately recognized his “Mommy”. That was yesterday. I did have a bit of sad time last night as I went to bed, alone, without Shelton jumping up on the bed to join me as I laid down.

                                                    This is where the story gets interesting for me. This morning after I was fully awake, and having breakfast, I reviewed in my mind a few thoughts from last night before I went to bed. Early in the evening yesterday, Shelton somehow was able to get up on top of the wall separating Annie’s Casa from mine, just past the lap-pool. He sat there, directly across from my doorway, staring at me, whimpering a little, and as I closed the door, a few tears welled up, and I decided to send Annie a text message asking if it was okay for me to come over and see Shelton before retiring.

                                                    My request, for Shelton’s sake as much as mine was okay, nothing wrong with how I felt at the time when I texted Annie, but, and it’s a BIG BUT! Not more than a minute had passed from my first text request to come see Shelton when the “Common Sense” kicked in. I immediately sent a second text message to Annie telling her that my “Common Sense” had told me that it was NOT a good idea for me to visit Shelton so soon after their reunion after all, and that she AND Shelton needed the time to get reacquainted and accustomed to each other, and that I would welcome seeing him whenever we were out by the main road in the future.

                                                    As it ended up, earlier today Annie and Shelton happened to be out by our common wall in front of our two houses and I enjoyed the ten minutes or so of seeing Shelton again. It’s difficult if not impossible to imagine what animals experience emotionally, and I can tell that Shelton was still wondering WTF happened. Now several hours later, and just a few minutes ago, I was out by the road again, and Shelton was peering and whimpering as he looked at me through a small hole at the bottom of Annie’s fence.

                                                    Moral of this story? When we have true selfless empathy/compassion, when we can put aside our own feelings and/or needs and truly reflect on the other person’s needs, REAL “Compassion/Empathy” guides us to a righteous, selfless, decision and response. Yes, I felt the sadness and loneliness last night as I went to bed without my little buddy Shelton, BUT (It’s a BIG BUT), it wasn’t about ME and MY feelings, it was about my neighbor coming back home to HER little buddy.

                                                    If we can put aside our own feelings and feel TRUE “Compassion/Empathy”, our “Common Sense” WILL respond in every situation. This short story is what inspired my new Meme today. Shelton and I are buddies forever, and he WILL adjust, and of course I have already adjusted (somewhat).

                                                    My compassion and empathy are for BOTH Annie AND Shelton. At the same time that I feel the joy in my heart that Annie is home from a difficult medical journey, I also feel that joy for Shelton mixed with compassion and empathy for him because he is suffering the separation from me.

                                                    Because he’s not human, it is a difficult situation for him because we have absolutely no clue what goes through their little minds. Because of his whimpering at the fence (again) just now, I do feel a mixed-bag of sadness, compassion/empathy for HIM, which I can best describe as “Bitter/Sweet”.

                                                    Do you feel empathetic and compassionate when the neighbor’s dog is accidentally killed by another neighbor backing out of his driveway? If you do, that’s a good sign that you may possess common sense. It’s too bad, but I have known people that didn’t have an ounce of compassion/empathy in just that type of situation, and they also did not have any common sense.

                                                    People that cannot feel emotion as simple as compassion and empathy also have no common sense. The apartheid treatment of people all over the world, the innocent men, women, and especially the children that are being slaughtered every day, deserve the rest of us to not only FEEL compassionate and empathic, it is our DUTY to do something about it.

                                                    Our government’s leadership has NOT exhibited ANY compassion/empathy for generations, and we, as a supposedly intelligent species, have to do something about it. “Thoughts & Prayers” just does not do it folks. There IS a way! There are solutions! Start by feeling the “Compassion and Empathy”. It WILL empower you with COMMON SENSE!

                                                    Once you have “Discovered” your “Common Sense” with regards to what our world is going through today, let’s talk about how we can actually do something to change our world, for GOOD, for PEACE.

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

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

                                                    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                                    www.itad-nao.com

                                                     

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                                                      Got a Migraine today, took a pill, didn’t EXACTLY chill

                                                      For me, it’s not Rocket Science. I’ve experienced them most of my life. Beginning around the age of six or so, and for a few decades after, you could set a clock around my re-occurring migraines, which on a calendar, occurred every 90 days or so, give or take a day or two. Useless remedy back in the fifties? ASPIRIN. Children’s Aspirin until I was old enough to take the adult version of Aspirin. They did not have the sophisticated “headache/pain” pills like Tylenol and others.

                                                      People that have REAL migraines as opposed to folks that THINK and call their non-migraine headaches, migraine headaches, KNOW the following effects of REAL migraines.

                                                      First comes the advanced warning that you WILL be getting a migraine within a short period of time, for me? It was a five or ten-minute warning. The warning? You see twinkly star shit, a slight, bothersome five or ten-minute warning, seeing “Stars” in your peripheral vision. Then either at six minutes or eleven minutes in, depending on what I don’t know, your vision is now totally fucked up. Not quite psychedelic, but very fucked up for sure. Fucked up to the point where all you can do is look for a dark place and close your eyes, (after your mother gives you the Baby Aspirin). As an adult it would be suicide/homicide to drive an automobile or a skateboard.

                                                      Next effect/condition. For me, especially when I was a child, one whole side of my body, from my head to my toes, numb. Totally numb as if someone had shot me up with heavy doses of Novocaine. Sometimes right side sometimes left side. You could literally draw a line straight down the center of my face, with one side normal, and the numb side numb enough that food or liquid would dribble out of that side of my mouth, and my speech would be so altered I had a difficult time dealing with people that didn’t understand a word I was saying.

                                                      Third effect? PAIN! You betcha, especially with my childhood migraines. Pain lasting for at least three days, with the numbness, and the “psychedelic” vision also lasting for three or four days as well. These were what I would later, as an adult, call my “Grand Mal Migraines”.

                                                      As an adult from around the age 25 on into my forties, the migraine effects began to diminish to two days, then eventually, to one day (24 hours). When I was in my early twenties, I was seeing a great doctor, the first one to truly explain what was causing my migraines, that was the good news at the time, the bad news was that Dr. Sachs had said there was no known cure. Funny story, his last name being “Sachs” and my last name being “Saxe” our names were pronounced in the same way as the “e” in my last name was silent.

                                                      Anyway, it was a kick to be sitting in the waiting area of Dr. Sachs’s office, usually with at least eight to ten patients waiting to see him, and when the nurse came out and said, Mr. Saxe, Dr. Sachs will see you now, hahahaha. Everyone in the waiting room ALWAYS looked at me, and possibly thought, “That young man must be his son or nephew, and it’s wonderful to see that he’s not being given any preferential treatment, he’s had to wait just like the rest of us”. Hahahaha. I always got a kick out of the way that people looked at me when the nurse called my name.

                                                      The medical explanation from Dr. Sachs that for me still stands true to this day, is that at least in my case, (possibly true for most folks that experience the same types of effects), the really tiny blood vessels called Capillaries that surround the Optic Nerve Cluster, are gorged with blood, thus putting abnormal pressure on the optic nerve as it leaves the back of the eyeball going to that portion of the brain that decodes the “Vision/Optical” transmission of gobbly-gook. That distortion, although you are able to distinguish “light” from “dark”, renders you blind as a bat.  

                                                      So anyway, getting back to my life-long history of TRUE Migraines. By the time I was in my mid-forties up until my mid-fifties, my migraines had diminished to maybe twice a year, and by then, pharmaceutical advances had been discovered (and are still being researched and developed today). My migraines had also diminished in strength, with the exception that my Grand Mal Migraines, the ones with the full-blown attributes as I earlier mentioned, still hit me at least once a year.

                                                      Then in my late fifties, early sixties, it’s as if I had touched the garment of Jesus. My migraines slowly disappeared, maybe one bad one every two years, and a light migraine once a year. Now in my early seventies (72 just two weeks ago), I  have been able to look back and think, “Wow, my migraines have dropped off to just the average type, and those only occur every two or three years”. I haven’t had one of my Grand Mal Migraines in years.

                                                      Which brings me to the conclusion of my story. Today, I got the advanced warning like I used to get decades ago, and I knew that I had to go search for my prescription migraine pills, which by the way, were probably fifteen years old or older.

                                                      I knew that THIS pending migraine just might BE one of my Grand Mal Migraines, which I had not had for at least twenty years. Fortunately, I had located that pill bottle before my vision totally went to crap, but you can imagine, this pill bottle was so old, all the printed information was gone……except for part of the word, “M  ra i ne” . Aha! I’ve found my migraine pills.

                                                      I opened the bottle (now seven hours ago), and in it was a piece of a pill, and a whole pill. I quickly swallowed the whole pill with a couple of gulps of my wonderful French-Pressed Coffee that I had just made this morning…..made from freshly ground Gourmet Coffee Beans. I was hoping that this last surviving twenty-year-old pill still had enough pharmaceutical strength to ease what I was expecting, one of my Grand Mal Migraines.

                                                      I still had enough eyesight to see colors, and I know it wasn’t one of those “Blue” pills, (which I had tried just for kicks twenty years ago). The pill that I swallowed was white. I really don’t know what I took. Wither it was my last migraine pill that had somehow chemically altered due to age, the Blue pills competitor, which I ALSO had tried just for kicks twenty years ago (not that I needed it) or some other old prescription for pain, constipation, or whatever, that had chemically altered due to age, what I can tell you is that I had a rock-solid boner for three hours. “Spanking the Monkey”, twice, didn’t help the situation.

                                                      Moral of story? Throw out all your old meds. End of story. Anyone reading this that KNOW their “Migraines” are the real deal? Just curious if folks have experienced the same migraine effects as I have. Eight hours later, my migraine ended up being a mild one, and at 72-years-young, I DID enjoy the “Pill” (even though I REALLY didn’t need it, hahahahaha).

                                                      P. S. My vision came back about thirty minutes into my mild migraine in good enough condition to write this little essay today. I hope you enjoyed reading it.

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

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

                                                      Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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                                                        Shelton craps outside, I get “Beamed” up, take a ride, and come back with X-Ray Vision

                                                        Before reading this, I suggest that you first read, “Shelton takes a Crap OUTSIDE, and I see a UFO”, which now is Part One of a two-part story. Find it here at this link:

                                                        https://tcsblog.net/2020/08/shelton-takes-a-crap-outside-and-i-see-a-ufo/ 

                                                        Part Two of, “Shelton takes a Crap OUTSIDE, and I see a UFO”

                                                        Wouldn’t it have been awesome that night if that UFO had “Beamed” me up, took me for a spin around a galaxy or two, hooked me up to a really cool “Virtual Reality” machine that not only entertained me with videos of how the Pyramids in Egypt were REALLY  built, and by whom, but also included another segment of my time on the machine having real live, face-to-face discussions with my Mother, Elvis, JFK, Martin, Bobby, and Marilyn, in that order, saving Marilyn for last, ending with the greatest orgasm I’ve ever felt.

                                                        Beamed back down to my back-yard, I quickly discover that the other reason those dudes on the space-craft hooked me up to that weird “Virtual Reality” machine, was to somehow, give me a cluster of your basic Super-Powers, (I still don’t know how it was done).

                                                        I feel like Superman! I can see through solid matter when I take off my sunglasses, I no longer have to use a jack when changing a tire, I can run effortlessly at an extremely high rate of speed, and I’m impervious to things like land mines, bullets, knives, fire, etcetera. Oh, and I almost forgot, I also, incredibly, have the power to heal/cure people afflicted with deadly diseases, with a slight touch, or when someone touches me, AND, I can FLY! Los Angeles to Paris in fifteen minutes.

                                                        Now for those just tuning in, I am NOT the second coming of Jesus Christ, and I never claimed to be, and I’m not some other imagined cartoon figure (figment of imagination and fear), after all, this IS the Age of Aquarius that we are slowly entering, it just took all of MY 72 years and then some, to cross over t6he threshold from the Age of Pisces to the Aquarium Age (miss-spelled purposely for a little comic relief).

                                                        Within weeks of “Beaming” back down from Izzy’s spacecraft, the entire world is aware of who I am, and my new “Super-Power Skill-Set”. I am flying here and there, preaching, and healing, telling crowds sometimes numbering in the hundreds of thousands, the incredible story of how I first saw the UFO and watched as Shelton took a Crap outside, instead of inside my Casa on my beautiful Oriental Area Rug that night before my 72nd birthday,  .

                                                        But wait! There’s more! Guess what! I’m not the only Super-Hero! Within six months of my incredible journey to a few galaxies, and what seemed like only a few minutes on that incredible “Virtual Reality” machine, eleven more people have been beamed up, and back down, six women and five men, all with exactly the same “Powers” as mine. We are spread all over the world, mostly in third-world countries, “Preaching and Healing”. Four of us are individually assigned to the four major capitols of  world finance and government, Washington D.C., London, Moscow, and Beijing, with the assignment of eliminating the age old “Master/Slave” forms of governance that had plagued humans for thousands of years.

                                                        In each “Sermon” that we give, we are telling the congregated masses of people that we are NOT Gods, that we ARE the initial seeds of the coming fruit of the newly-birthed Age of Aquarius…..and in comparison, Pisces was the “Age of Religions and War” (funny how those two go together), and Aquarius is the age of “Peace and Mind-Blowing Technology”.

                                                        Radical changes in our species’ evolution begin to take place. A new planetary system of governance is created within the first year since I was beamed up and taken for a spin. Unlike any prior systems, like socialism, democracy, and other failed systems, this new system of governance is what we call “People-Powered Planetary Guidance System”, (PPPGS).

                                                        No longer any need for things like “Borders” and “Border Walls”. Institutions like the United Nations are no longer necessary. “Money” as we previously knew it, is no longer required, as a simple system of “Sharing” replaces having to “Pay” for services rendered, or for “Stuff”, as George Carlin famously said in one of his stand-up routines.

                                                        The “Military/Industrial Complex” that Eisenhower warned the people about is now a thing of the past, written about in our history books for future generations to understand the ancient and barbaric nature that mankind had possessed for thousands of years.

                                                        Factories that once manufactured weapons and equipment used in warfare now are producing products that are making life easier for all humans. Did I mention yet that within that first year of this revolutionary and evolutionary change for mankind, we totally eliminated famines and death by starvation, and we eliminated poverty throughout the planet. We totally eliminated the need for and use of carbon-based “fossil” fuels….and with that, we totally eliminated pollution, throughout the planet. As a species, lifespans increased dramatically as medical technologies/inventions totally eliminated major diseases like Cancers, Racism, and mental illness.

                                                        Another part of the Age of Aquarius, is the explosion of new technology, (Google the Age of Aquarius sometime). Looking forward just two short years, thanks to the knowledge given to the original 12 “Disciples” by Izzy and his crew, mankind begins to travel to the far reaches of the universe, “Traveling Where No Man Has Gone Before” (think “Star Trek”).

                                                        This brings me to a concluding thought that although this might be material for a great screenplay and movie, the fact is that as a species, we CAN achieve amazing things if we just put our thoughts and hearts into it. Read my essay titled “Swords into Plowshares.

                                                        You can find parts of this posting, as my “About” section on my new website,

                                                         www.swordsintoplowshares.net

                                                        Start making phrases like “Think Outside the Box” and “Where There’s a Will…There’s a Way”, etcetera, a part of your daily life, and most importantly, learn and live by one simple, guiding rule. What rule? The Golden Rule. End of “Part Two”.

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

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

                                                        Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                                        www.itad-nao.com

                                                         

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                                                          “Hey Georgie, I know where you can stick that finger of yours”

                                                          Some of us are old enough to remember a TV series called, “Ripley’s Believe It or Not! To all the Sheeple that read this post and hopefully watch the video, you have a right to either believe what many of us already believe to be the truth…..Or not.

                                                          9-11, the TRUTH…..When will people not only accept the TRUTH, but actually DO something about it?

                                                          Over the years since that tragic day in September of 2001, we ALL have evolved with regards to that day. Our methods of communication have evolved, especially with the ongoing evolution of technology and “Social Media”.

                                                          As this evolution has been taking place, more and more we began to share, and see the REAL TRUTH presenting itself to us. We see so many people writing about the truth, blogging, podcasting, using every social media platform there is, only because the Main Stream Media (MSM) is locked arm-in-arm with the guilty (Evil Doers, as Bush said about the innocent).

                                                          Many of you know that I have been preaching on a phrase of mine, preaching on our lack of action in spite of all our good efforts to spread the truth, with ALL we do and say regarding the truth, we STILL, are ALL, “Like a Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”, because no matter how loud we scream, no matter how many millions of “followers” we might have with our newsletters, podcasts or websites, it is ALL an exercise in futility if we don’t take action, “We are “Useless as Wings on a Penis”.

                                                          During the events of 9-11 and immediately after, AND continuing on for many years, ALL of us were sure that what happened that day, AND what the Main Stream Media was presenting to us, was the truth…..that a bunch of radical Saudi Muslims with box-cutters had hijacked four airplanes and perpetuated the event, led by that bearded dude Osama bin Laden, hiding in his cave in Afghanistan.

                                                          All of us, the entire world, bought into that scenario, “Hook, Line, and Sinker”. That event, 9-11, and the information that came forward immediately thereafter propagated not only by all the MSM, but spelled out in great detail by our governments was supposed to be the truth, right? Here in the USA, George Walker Bush, the 43rd President of the United States, the most powerful man on the planet had us all convinced that this was an evil, radical, group of Muslims that were guilty. He called them “Evil Doers”.

                                                          HE LIED TO THE AMERICAN PUBLIC AND THE REST OF THE WORLD FOLKS! His Vice President Dick Cheney lied, Bush’s cabinet lied, hundreds of people involved with them including the media lied, and THAT is what threw the United States and our Western allies into the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, and the rest of the Middle East.

                                                          This video that you are about to watch, is not only the best compilation of the REAL TRUTH to date since 9-11, it deserves to be widely, virally, watched, shared, and it should be the catalyst for action, for ALL of us.

                                                          What can we do, what kind of “Action” are you suggesting, you might ask? I think it’s time for ALL of us, ALL people that care, regardless of whatever other causes you support and march/protest for, let’s really ORGANIZE a world-wide movement to not just protest, but to put our thoughts and minds into ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING!

                                                          We know who the criminals are who conducted what we have known for years was a FALSE-FLAG OPERATION TO GET US INTO THE WARS IN THE MIDDLE EAST, and they are laughing at us right now. There can be no doubt about it folks, the TRUTH, is right there, in your face. All I can say at this point to the guilty, JUSTICE IS COMING!!

                                                          My suggestion? ORGANISE! Organize a PATRIOTS MILITIA by combining all militias into one single force to ENFORCE THE LAWS that the perpetrators have broken. What the guilty have done, are CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY!

                                                          All other offenses against humanity should take a back seat to the 9-11 atrocities, and the almost twenty years of wars/atrocities since September 11, 2001.

                                                          My idea of a combined PATRIOTS MILITIA should include every living, breathing person on this planet that is healthy and physically capable of taking part in the arrest, prosecution, conviction, and punishment, of every single person that took part in the 9-11 False-Flag operation and the dissemination of the lies/cover-up that followed.

                                                          That means every “Active-Duty” Military, every Veteran, every Law Enforcement “Cop”, Butchers, Bakers and Candle-Stick Makers, Men and Women, Grandpas and Grandmas, out of work Bar Tenders and Strawberry Pickers…..EVERYONE SHOULD ORGANIZE AND MOBILIZE!

                                                          We know who the people are that committed all these CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY. LET’S DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! I Put this out there on social media not really expecting much to happen, because as a species, we all have become so complacent and docile. I do have this sliver of hope that people will drop whatever cause they are fighting for, whatever they are marching and protesting for, and realize that THIS IS, AND SHOULD BE, FIRST AND FOREMOST, OUR PRIMARY CAUSE. Once we have acted on THIS CAUSE, everything else will be resolved to conclusions that WILL BE positive, and satisfying to all humanity.

                                                          If those who ARE awakened already to the TRUTH, in ALL its various iterations, fail to heed this call to ACTION, then you are no better than the Sheeple. Put aside ALL your differences, wither they be religious, ethnic, racial, political, and otherwise. LET’S ORGANIZE AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS NOW!

                                                          If you are a current Militia member, contact me, if you are on Active Duty, contact me, if you are a Veteran, contact me, if you are in Law Enforcement contact me, or if you are a Butcher, Baker, Candle-Stick Maker, Grandpa, Grandma, out of work Bar-Tender, Strawberry-Picker, or whatever, and you ARE amongst the informed and awakened, and not a sheeple, and you want to actually do something, contact me.

                                                          The time for action is now, not later. Humanity deserves action, not words. Let’s really move into a new age, an age of peace for all mankind. I rest my case.

                                                          If you are seriously encouraged to participate, contact me by commenting to this post with your contact information, preferably your email address. I will then initiate further contact via email, and we can continue the communication on Skype, Zoom, or a similar platform. 

                                                          Thank you, and thanks for the inspiration Jesse Friebolin.

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

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

                                                          Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

                                                          www.itad-nao.com

                                                           

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                                                            Shelton takes a crap OUTSIDE, and I see a UFO

                                                            From my farcecrap posting: It’s now a little after Midnight. This story is TRUE, and it happened last night. The reason that I’ve used a photo of a dog that happens to be a mirror image of Shelton (a Sheltie), is because I think more people will be interested in actually going to my website (by “Clicking” on the photo) because it’s a cute little doggie photo. Right?

                                                            Friday the 31st of July, 2020, early evening, about 7:50 PM. The full moon is south of me, to my left from where I’m sitting facing the beach, and there’s not a cloud in the sky. I’m outside with Shelton, a West Highland Terrier that I have been babysitting for about a month. I have a favorite spot where I sit, to give Shelton his freedom several time a day (or try to convince him) to take a crap outside instead of in the Casita on the beautiful Oriental Area Rug in my living room.

                                                            So, as Shelton is roaming about tonight, chasing one dude on a small motorcycle, lifting a rear leg on the neighbors left-front tire, sniffing the ground as he walks around, like all dogs do, I’m sitting there smoking my cigar, having a beer, looking north towards Rosarito Beach when I begin staring at two red lights SLOWLY traveling south along the coastline. Not just one light, but with my poor eyesight, it appeared to be several lights on each object. Not over the ocean, but just sort of following along the shoreline, perhaps a hundred yards in from the ocean.

                                                            To me, at first, the two dark objects with the red lights could have been airplanes, but as they got closer to me, I recognized that they were moving way too slow to be airplanes. Of the two objects, one object was much larger, and was ahead of the other smaller object. Then all of a sudden, the larger object just stopped, like stopped on a dime, as if to wait for the smaller object to catch up. Hovering? I don’t know, those small radio-operated helicopter- type drones that people have can hover, but not a hover that is completely motionless, with no wind/breeze-caused drift of its hovering.

                                                            This larger object began to move again, slowly, as the smaller object was catching up. Then I thought, balloons? Nope. Balloons don’t stop on a dime, and whatever wind or breeze is up there, if it was two balloons, there would have been some kind of movement caused by the wind or a slight breeze. When the two objects starting getting closer, the lights went out, but there was still enough daylight left to clearly see the objects, which appeared to be dark, possibly black in color, moving. I don’t have good eyesight as I did when I was younger, so I still could not quite make out the shapes of the two objects or the actual number of red lights on each object.

                                                            As the larger object got closer, it’s like my field of view made me think that it was also descending a little, still moving very slow for anything that I could imagine. Then, WOW! MAJOR GOOSEBUMP TIME! The larger object was almost directly overhead, from my vantage-point, and all of a sudden, the entire object began glowing, brightly, with a whiteish-pinkish-yellowish hard to describe color. This eerie glow came on as if pulling the string on a bare lightbulb in your basement. It gave me chills.

                                                            When this eerie bright light-glow came on, it had come to a complete dead stop again, almost directly over me, and the glow was not so bright that I could not look directly at the craft. It was like the glow was bright, but also dim enough for me to continue to stare at it, almost like a light-bulb that is on, but not so bright that you can’t stare at it. That’s what was eerie about this object’s glow. AS I STARED AT IT, I COULD CLEARLY SEE A PERFECT, ROUND DISC-LIKE CIRCULAR SHAPED THING IN THE SKY. My best estimate was that it was only a few thousand feet above me at that time. It was kind of hard to tell how high it really was, and how large it was. To me, it appeared to be a very large object if it was only a few thousand feet above me. Size? If I was somewhat correct on the altitude of the object, I would guess it was at least a three or four hundred feet or so in diameter. Picture that in your mind, that’s the length of a Football Field.

                                                            The “Glow” of the larger object snapped off in about a minute or so, and began slowly moving again, There still  was enough light of dusk to see the blackness of the larger object, “hole in the sky” black, no “Running Lights”. 

                                                            I yelled out to Arthur, Molly, and I’m guessing it was Nicole and Garrett, whom they were talking to, “Hey! Come out here! Look at this! They didn’t hear me, and by now the two objects were slowly moving across the sky south of me, disappearing out of sight past the top of a hill, heading towards Ensenada. I was so fixated on the larger object, I can’t remember for sure if the smaller object was still glowing, or if it was back to a red “navigation” light.

                                                            I’m 71-years-young, and I can say in all confidence and sincerity that I DO know the difference between airplanes, helicopters, drones, weather balloons, kites, and a couple of witches on their brooms. What I saw tonight was otherworldly for sure.

                                                            Twice tonight, Shelton and I have been compelled to go back outside and stare at the sky. I’ve always been intrigued and entertained by all the UFO stories, going all the way back to the first public discussions of the Roswell Incident. I became a real believer tonight.

                                                            P.S. This experience tonight was not cannabis inspired. I didn’t load and light up my bong until AFTER I wrote about it. Here’s an additional thought after getting slightly stoned: Putting it in a different perspective, if the larger craft was a few miles in altitude, the craft that I saw tonight would be three or four thousand feet in diameter instead of three hundred feet.

                                                            P.S.S. Final afterthought: The objects were moving so frikin’ slow! To give you an idea of how slow, when I first looked at the two objects as I was looking north towards Rosarito Beach, they were approximately 20 degrees above the horizon, and my last glimpse as they were heading over the hills towards Ensenada, about five minutes had gone by. Certainly enough time for me to run is the Casita and grab my cellphone. I was just too mesmerised, startled at what I was witnessing.

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

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

                                                            Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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