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Here’s a little something that could stimulate thoughts, i.e., exercise the brain’s “thinking engine”, (or not).

A gun in ANYBODY’S hand when being chased or confronted by a police officer, is “Like a Box of Chocolates”…..You never know what you’re going to get. Sometimes it was a “Squirt Gun” most of the time it’s real. If that 13-year-old DID have a real pistol in his hand, who do you blame? The parent(s) for their failure in raising that child? Well, no. You can be the best parent(s) in the world, it’s still like a Box of Chocolates. After a wonderful childhood of perfect parenting, that child can either end up a “Normal” human being like he or she is supposed to, or he/she ends up being a Serial Killer (or anything else in between).

Did society fail that child? Quite possibly, with whatever you want to examine as a root cause, if society is to blame, wither it’s the “Programming” our children receive through violent video games, movies, etcetera. Again, it’s like that Box of Chocolates. Some kids grow up with all that negative “Programming” and buy two assault rifles and kill eight people at a FedEx facility. In that case, it’s been reported that the 19-year-old kid who murdered all those people, and then killed himself, had some serious mental issues.

Most children survive all the negative “Programming” and become normal adults. This is not a statement on “Gun Control”. It’s a statement on what we have become as a society. Bloody ridiculous in my opinion. I grew up in the 50’s playing “Cowboys and Indians”. Sometimes I was an Indian, sometimes I was a Cowboy. I didn’t like it as much when I had to be an Indian after drawing straws because all we knew about Indians back then was what was portrayed in the movies, and what we weren’t taught in school….that is, we were not taught that the “White Man” had subjected the “Originals” as I call them, to much more than what we call, “Apartheid” conditions and treatment. I didn’t grow up hating Indians because my mother had “Indian” friends. 

Certainly, in the case of Brandon Hole, he was one of those “Chocolates” in the box that had a lot of nuts in it, and the “System” that WAS in place to prevent him from legally purchasing those two assault rifles completely, and utterly failed, 100%. In the case of Adam Toledo, if he DID have a weapon in his hand, as excruciatingly sad as it is for his parent(s), family, and friends, he’s dead because he had a gun in his hand.

Time will bring out the truth, and if he did NOT have a weapon in his hand, that Police Officer should be charged, because at the very least, he was negligently responsible, homicidally negligent.

I’ll probably get bashed by the “Right” and the “Left” for this essay, and you know what? I COULD give a “Flying Fuck”. I’m just sharing my OWN thoughts, no one else’s. What are YOUR thoughts and comments? If you ended up here because of my post on farcecrap, please feel free to go back to my farcecrap post and share your thoughts/opinions/suggestions. Let’s start a serious discussion.

 

Perhaps if we can get enough people sharing their thoughts and opinions, we can eventually come up with the right solution to the problem.

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,

 

 

 

Think about this. Slavery has been around for thousands of years and in some parts of our world, it still exists today. In fairly modern history, there was a time when the slave-owners considered their slaves as less than human, as animals to do the bidding of their masters. Then along came freedom, and along with that freedom, in the aftermath of slavery, RACISM became what it is today. We are the only species that have this history of enslaving others, and the racism that freedom brought with it. Our pets, Dogs and Cats specifically, have never had a problem with accepting others of their kind/species. My dog Shelton has “Dog” friends from many different breeds and it’s a lesson in that if “Humans” will just learn to accept others of OUR species like our pets do, we will finally move beyond the cause and effect of racism.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a “Shout Out” to an old friend and coworker that I had lunch with a few days ago. He has his own “Grow”, and had hinted that he had a small “Gift” for me when he called to invite me out to lunch.

Today, I awakened with a Migraine. Took a pain pill, and it helped, or maybe it was the combination with my blood pressure meds. Anyway, within an hour, my eyesight started getting back to normal, and six hours later, my Migraine was mostly gone.

The interesting thing is that I had one of best days, as far as content creation (writing). I wrote A LOT, and I credit this wonderful “Herb” for all I accomplished today. Thanks to my old friend and coworker who I hadn’t seen in over thirty years, my Migraine had totally vanished, and I have named his “Strain” (gift), RJOHNIE’S BEST.

This strain is not harsh at all, it’s very smooth, and the “High” (medicinal value for those who might be offended or with Law Enforcement, should they read this) is a relaxing, yet inspiring one, for me. Also, what my old friend gave me was all bud, and about a ¼ of a large Mason Jar, I’m guessing around a half a pound. Certainly worth $500 to $600 at any “Pharmacy”. Such a wonderful gift.

The image by the way, is of an oil painting (one in a series of three) that I painted years ago. Sold it to a doctor/friend of mine in Minneapolis. The title, appropriate for this post is, MIGRAINE ONE.

 

 

 

 

 

Imagine if you will, if history would have been different for the “American Indians”, whom I prefer to call, “The Originals” because they’re not from India, and the word/term “American” is repugnant to me based on its origin. They certainly suffered from genocidal apartheid treatment just like the apartheid treatment of the Palestinian people for the past 70+ years. Imagine, there was a time in our history when the U. S. guberment was paying about $50 per scalp at one time, and “Americans” thought that was okay.

Growing up as a “farm Boy” in the fifties, I used to trap the gophers that were ravaging crops, and the local government paid me $50 per gopher (Pair of hind feet). The invading Europeans (the government) treated the “Originals’ like they were animals, seriously folks. What a pathetic history we have as a nation.

However, what if the Originals had originally banded together as one tribal community and had the financial backing of a Rothschild type of person? What if by this time in our history, the “Originals” had AIPAC types of organizations, bribing politicians? I don’t think that would have happened as I really don’t think the Tribal Leadership of the Originals would have stooped that low as to give the “American” politicians millions of dollars for their support like AIPAC does, as an example.

Our treatment of people coming across our southern border would have been 180 degrees different in that immigration would have not been an issue. Our environmental issues would have been solved, and not been such a hot button as it is today. Had the Originals had the kind of influence that I’m talking about, they would have made sure that the proper laws were enacted in order to protect and preserve our land and environment.

Imagine by this time in our history, an “Original” sitting in the White House as our POTUS. Imagine our U. S. Congress filled with “Originals” instead of a handful of wannabe “Indians” when it’s “convenient”. I don’t think we would be at war right now, had the Originals been an influence on our society and political system like I am describing. I REALLY don’t think there would be ANY racism in our country like we have seen for hundreds of years. Oh, and there would not have been any slaves or slavery as well.

Interesting thoughts tonight. I certainly have always had a deep love and respect for the “Originals” and feel that still today. The manner in which the Originals are STILL treated today is appalling to me. Perhaps some Billionaire will read this and step up to the plate, as I DO have ideas that will help direct us, as a species, towards what I believe WILL be a future of PEACE for all mankind.

Hey, Mr. Bezos, Mr. Musk, Mr. Buffet, Mr. Page, or Mr. Ellison (forget about Gates), please feel free to contact me at your earliest convenience, I have a plan, and it’s going to require some dinero. P.S. Try searching for an image, cartoon, of an “Original” sitting at the desk in the White House, as POTUS, you can’t find any, so the image of the monument/tribute to Crazy Horse is perhaps more apropos for this essay.

 

 

 

 

 

Imagine if you will, you and a whole bunch of friends are having what we used to call a “Field Party”. That’s about thirty-six to forty teenage kids, seven kegs of Grain Belt Beer, and the mostly Ford pickup trucks that brought them there.

There was a field, not just any field, a field of “Cultured Sod”, in this case Kentucky Bluegrass /Hybrid mixture. One of the pick-up trucks has a really awesome hi-fidelity sound system with two huge speakers in the truck’s bed. All the chicks have brought sandwiches, chips and dip, and it’s a GREAT Field Party. Imagine the scene if you will, a bunch of kids, dancing, laughing, drinking, eating, a few making out, AND, some of Tommy’s BEST home-grown Mary-Ja-Wanna.

Now what I’m about to describe, to the best of my knowledge, only happened that one time, and that entire group of kids (who are still living) still talk about it today, 50 years later.

This lush almost like a carpet, green field where we had that particular Field Party that beautiful Early-Summer Saturday, June 1st 1963, was the only time we used that particular field of cultured sod because Johnnie’s dad, the “Sod Farmer”, said one time was okay, as long as we picked up our trash.

We all thought that it had been okay because THAT’s What Johnny had said. In reality, we found out that next week at school that it was NOT okay, and Johnny got his ass whooped good. I just figured that Johnny was just really trying to do a one-up-man-ship on the rest of us, mostly me, because although we would have our parties at three other farms/fields, everyone liked my field the best, that is, until we had that fateful “Field Party” that day at Johnny’s farm, we thought, by permission.

His parents were on a trip to Texas to pick up several head of Angus Cattle. What THAT particular fact has to do with this story now brings up my title, “Dude, you ain’t got the balls to do that”. Next to this twenty or so acres of lush, green, cultured, Kentucky Bluegrass / Hybrid Sod/Grass, (which just a few years prior had replaced the traditional crops like corn, alfalfa, soy beans, etcetera as the new cash crop), was another twenty or so acres of grazing fields with several fence-lines dividing that acreage into several sections. Johnny’s dad was the first farmer to also get involved with raising Angus Cattle.

Barbed Wire fencing. That ALSO was the long stretch of fence-line separating the “Sod” from the “Beef”. In this case, one lonely looking bull, an Angus Bull, “General Patton”, with a nut-sack that hung halfway to the ground, silently standing about sixty feet from the fence, and the part of the field we were on was about another sixty feet away.

Now, imagine if you will again, a bunch of partying teenagers, music blasting out of the back of Billy’s Ford Pick-Up Truck, and someone comes up with a brilliant “I DOUBLE-DARE YOU” idea. Daring anyone drunk, stoned, or stupid enough…..or all three, to try to sneak up from behind, i.e., walk up behind, that Angus Bull and whack him in the nuts with this stick.

There was a financial incentive to this madness, the kids had raised $78.23 as a “Reward” for my “Act of Courage/Stupidity”. I say THIS STICK because there it is, hanging over my mantle, with a nice plaque, stating, “Tommy whacked General Patton in the Nuts and Survived – June 1st, 1963”.

The wind was blowing the right direction for me that day. I was down-wind from the bull. I could smell the bull (the closer I got), and he couldn’t smell me. All the kids were standing at that fence-line, yelling, waving t-shirts, rags, their arms, trying to keep the bull’s attention. Susie, my girlfriend, was waving my “RED” T-Shirt, as I had taken it off so not to attract the bull’s attention as I was walking way around him, sneaking up behind him.

One whack. Hit him square in the nut-sack from behind. Bull yells, starts running towards the fence-line about sixty feet away, some of the kids, like the girls, screaming and running back away from the fence at the sight of a raging bull, screaming bull-speak for rage, coming towards them at 50 miles an hour.

Me? I ran the other direction. It seemed like a second later General Patton looked around and noticing my dash towards the opposite fence, he stopped, turned around, did that pawing in the dirt with his hooves sort of thing, and within what seemed like a few more seconds, was ten feet behind me, surely to gore out a new asshole for me with his horns.

I made it to, and over the gate, (the only portion of that fence-line that was not barb-wired), just as General Patton crashed headlong into it. What a memory. All my friends cheering, some laughing, Susie crying for joy that I had made it without getting killed. Wanna see the stick?

P. S. Sometimes, I feel inclined to add a “Disclaimer” of sorts for whatever reason, and in this case, I’m adding one for all my friends and readers who may be dismayed at the “Whacking” of the Bull’s “Balls” in my story. So for all those who are dismayed and/or offended by the thoughts of “Animal Cruelty” portrayed in my story, THAT part of the story is pure fiction. Yes, there were many “Field Parties” that I attended as a teenager, and yes, one time there was a Bull, and yes, I was encouraged, “Double-Dared”, to sneak up on said Bull to whack that Bull in the nuts with a stick, but, no, I did not accomplish that part of my story. In fact, the Bull saw me right away and DID chase me back through a gate that I had walked through. Sometimes, not often, I will remember something from many years ago and “Flavor” the story to make it a more interesting “Read”. Thanks for reading this one. I can see that many people are visiting my website and reading this one.

 

 

 

 

My buddy Shelton (West Highland Terrier) and I had just come back from a quick (by Shelton’s standards), “Pee-Pee” walk, and as always, I like to give him a treat after a successful walk to reward him, simultaneously saying “SHELTON WENT PEE-PEE, SHELTON WENT PEE-PEE, GOOD BOY, SHELTON WENT PEE-PEE (same thing for pooping, just insert the words “Poo-Poo” in the sentence)….This time it (the Pee-Pee walk) took all of about 18 seconds, a record.

So, I admit, when Shelton and I got back up on the deck/patio for the administering/rewarding of the treat ( in this case, some really great soft kinda-meatballs), my senses were a little heightened at that moment due to some really good “Edible” Chocolate that I had consumed about two hours earlier.

I adopted Shelton when his Ma-Ma Annie died last year in Mexico, and for the past nine months or so, I have NOT had any specific methodology when “Giving” Shelton his treat other than to either “Pop” it in his mouth, or let him “Take” it with his teeth/mouth in a really polite manner (as he’s standing so cute on his hind legs).

So, tonight, I realized the difference in “Popping” it in his mouth (unintentionally by the way, it just sort of, “Flicks” from my fingers), and, letting Shelton take it gently from my hand with his cute little mouth. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I started laughing when I recognized for the first time in nine months that the reason he would act like he was chewing that yummy treat up at first, and then it would appear, out of his mouth on the deck, after it was unintentionally “jettisoned” into his mouth is because it was in the back of his throat and he was gagging, NOT chewing. THAT’S why the treat was on the floor you idiot! He coughed it up you twit!

He never garfed up the treat when it was gently transferred from my fingertips to his lips! Sooooo, now I know. From now on, no accidental “Launching” of the treat into his mouth and half-way down his tiny throat!

Anyway, along with the lesson in “Treat Insertion”, I really laughed out loud when it happened, i.e., when I came to that “Fullness of Realization” of “Improper versus Proper Treat Insertion after peeing or pooping”. I hope you enjoyed reading this “True” short story that I just posted here for your enjoyment….Or not.

Postscript: Before anyone get’s upset and/or judgmental, this, what appeared to me, to be a “Chewing” or movement of his jaw and was actually Shelton trying to gag it out of his mouth only happened rarely, like 10% of the time, so it was not something that I paid that much attention to, UNTIL, my senses where “Heightened” by that wonderful piece of Chocolate. Lesson WAS learned tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

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.

Additional content added on Father’s Day, June 20th, 2021:

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,

 

 

 

 

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 

 

 

 

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.

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”.

 

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.

 

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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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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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.

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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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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

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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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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

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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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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”. 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”

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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?

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 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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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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