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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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

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

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

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

Here’s my essay as a result:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

www.swordsintoplowshares.net

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

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you, and thanks for the inspiration Jesse Friebolin.

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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Shelton takes a crap OUTSIDE, and I see a UFO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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SURPRISE!!!

If I could write a book called, INSPIRATION, I swear it would be a collection of all the times that I have experienced weirdness, in what, where, why, or how I was inspired to write something. For an example, tonight, well, really today as it’s 4:30 in the morning as I begin to write this story. No biggie. I often have been so inspired that I write all night long, many times until the Sun comes up.

Earlier this morning, around 3:30 AM, I was awakened from a dream and my mind kept churning the dream until it began to form a story in my head. When this happens (as it does quite often), I get up, put my clothes on, make coffee, grab my Samsung notepad, and start writing.

Overactive Pineal Gland involved here again, thanks to my third stroke that I experienced in July of 2015. So, the dream. I’ll be 72-years-young in a few more days, and that may have been the basis for my dream. In my dream, my birthday was being celebrated in the form of a really big “Surprise Birthday Party”, planned and executed by my two adult children, Tommy and Tara. Everyone dear to my heart was there, my buddy Phil, my kids and my Grandson Owen obviously, Arthur and Molly, and about twelve other friends and family.

As I was waking up, I began sharing my dream with Shelton, the cute/handsome little doggie that I have been babysitting for about a month now. Everyone talks to their dog, right? In this case, Shelton’s not really MY doggie, but he and I have developed a wonderful relationship.

I talk to Shelton all the time, as if he was human and understood my every word. Is that strange or what? I know he doesn’t understand a word I say, but it is that part of our relationship that is mutually comforting.

When we go outside by the wall (it’s the perfect height for me to sit while I watch Shelton as he goes sniffing about). One of the repetitive things that I say to him, thinking/wishing that he will eventually understand what I’m saying, is, “Go pee-pee Shelton, go pee-pee” or “Go poop, Shelton, go poop” which he just might be catching on to, because he hasn’t shit on the carpet in three weeks, and 95% of the time now he takes a crap out behind my car. The other 5% of the time he’s been taking a dump on the walkway that goes past my Casita to the main house.

Anyway, back to the “Surprise! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ” party dream that started this whole train of thought. So, as I was slowly waking up, realizing that I should probably get up, momentarily at least and go pee, I started thinking to myself, ” Hey! I know what! I’ll plan my own surprise birthday party”. As I began to think about it, as I started to form the thought in my mind, I started to tell Shelton about my idea.

“First, when the day comes around, (August 1st), I have to distract myself, like maybe take myself to a local bar and have a few drinks. Go to the local bakery and buy Tom a huge Chocolate-Fudge Birthday Cake with really thick Fudge Frosting. Go to the grocery store and get some French Vanilla Ice Cream, and of course some candles. Then come back home, walk in the bathroom, look in the mirror, and yell, SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU OLD FART!”.

Sounds like a plan. I know in reality that there will be no huge surprise birthday party, except the one in my mind. The kids will call me. They always have on my birthday. I will also get a birthday call from my cousin Marion. She has been calling me on my birthday for decades. In reality, I really can’t expect that my kids would make the four-hour journey, cross the border into Mexico, and surprise me for my birthday. It’s okay. I’ve got it covered. Shelton and I are going to surprise myself on my birthday, as I look in the bathroom mirror and yell, “SURPRISE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOM!!!!

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

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“Undue or Selfish Expectations”, and do we really understand the simplicity of the Golden Rule?

We all recognize what we would consider to be “Righteous” or “Due” expectations that we place on each other, like simply expecting to be treated as we wish to be treated, but that’s really not what the “Golden Rule” is all about.

It’s not about our own expectations from others, in fact, we all need to replace that word “Expectation” with the word “Thankfulness”. Rather than expecting something out of life or from another person or situation, how about we be thankful for what we do have, thankful for our friendships, and thankful that we are able to contribute to another human being’s happiness, safety, and overall well-being….with a simple gesture of generosity, like giving an elderly neighbor a ride to the grocery store, even though we did not need to make the trip ourselves.

The Golden Rule says, “Treat others how you desire to be treated”, it does NOT say, “Treat others, and then “Expect” that great treatment in return for your wonderful attributes as a human being. If we can apply the Golden Rule in our daily lives, treating others with all the positive things like “Selflessness, Charity, Compassion, Kindness, Respect, and Love” WITHOUT expecting anything in return, then we truly have mastered the real principal behind the Golden Rule.

As soon as we do expect a return on our Golden Rule “Investment” because of our ego/pride and selfishness, we fail the “Selflessness, Charity, Compassion, Kindness, Respect, and Love” part of the Golden Rule, and for many that “Expect” something in return, that “Undue Expectation” is sometimes recognized as narcissistic behavior.

Have you ever been witness to a person that “Gives”, and then wants the whole world to know that he or she “Gave”? I have known a few people that in their act of “Charitable Giving”, they made sure that everyone, in this case, in the church, know just how “charitable” they were. They “Expected” their friends and fellow parishioners to lavish praise upon them for what really was, their selfish and narcissistic “contribution”, and that was an “Undue and Unrighteous Expectation”

For the most part, an “Undue Expectation” is when our ego and/or selfishness is in control of our feelings and/or our emotions, and we place in our minds, an expectation upon another person or persons, that is unjustified, or has no righteous value to our friendship or relationship.

Most of the time, in a personal relationship, the minute you allow your ego and selfishness to take control of an otherwise good relationship, you immediately place obstacles between you and the other person, and it becomes an obstacle that the other person has to overcome in order to bring that relationship back to normal.

The other person may feel uncomfortable, or feel grief or other emotions like anger, because he or she was not “expecting” you to say or do something that placed them in that uncomfortable situation in the first place. An example of that would be asking the other person for something that really wasn’t necessary at the moment, when in reality, had you been patient and content, the other person may have offered whatever you would have been expecting as an “Undue Expectation”.

As an example, out of the “kindness of your heart”, you offer an elderly neighbor a ride to the grocery store because you ARE going to the grocery store anyway, and you are aware that the person doesn’t have a car, that public transportation is non-existent, and you have seen your neighbor take a cab before, that’s a wonderful thing, your charitable heart. Then halfway to the store, you ask your neighbor to chip in $5 for gas. That is placing an “Undue Expectation” on your neighbor. We can be thankful that the majority of folks ARE truly compassionate and giving, and in that same situation, would never even entertain the thought of asking for a contribution to their gas tank.

Maybe your neighbor does not have the extra $5 at that moment, and on the way to the store, they begin to think of what he or she is NOT going to be able to buy at, maybe the neighbor skips buying the eggs and milk, because you selfishly wanted some “Gas Money”. That person immediately feels that burden on their spirit, and the anxiety, perhaps sadness, perhaps even disgust or anger as that neighbor hands you that $5 dollar bill?

Had you, the “Kind and Compassionate” neighbor offering the ride, kept your big mouth shut, perhaps you would have heard that elderly neighbor Sally say as you dropped her and her groceries off at her home, “I really appreciate your kindness in letting me ride with you to the store Alice, and although I don’t have any money left after getting groceries today, please allow me to give you $10 for gas when my Social Security check comes next week”.

Another example of how we place undue expectations on others is when you proudly pick up the check without hesitation, paying for dinner with a friend, (showing your friend your magnificent unselfishness in a display of financial confidence and well-being), but in your mind you really expect your friend to pick up the “tab” the next time you go out for dinner, so you say, “I got this one Fred, I’ll let you get the next one”.

Again, try NOT expecting anything in return. If you ARE confident about your ability to pay, and you have confidence in yourself, you CAN be a “Giving” person, a person that can give WITHOUT expectation of a return for your wonderful display of “Selflessness, Charity, Compassion, Kindness, Respect, and Love” The simplicity and real meaning of the Golden Rule.

What it boils down to, is achieving that level of selflessness without expecting anything in return. I have known just a few people in my life that have mastered the Golden Rule, and I am still working on it in my own life.

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

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Slavery, a business versus Racism after Slavery was abolished

Since the very beginning of our species’ journey through our evolutionary process on this planet, wither you believe we were created by a supremely mysterious being (God), seeded here by beings from another galaxy, far, far away, or we are simply just a smudge in a giant Petri Dish, we have always looked upon our “differences” in a manner that could be construed as inherently and naturally, “Racist”. But that is not exactly a given.

When the various cultures and societies began to take shape, differences such as color of skin, shape and color of our eyes, languages, etcetera, were first looked upon with surprise or shock. Imagine the first time Neanderthals and Homo Sapiens happen to run into each other while chasing a Mastodon, as a result of one or the other doing a “Lewis & Clark”, exploring outside their normal boundaries.

First came the big “Surprise” as the two groups looked at each other. My guess is that it was the newer version of human that did the “exploring” and discovered the older version. Next came the “Dominance”, with the newer version, the explorers, having evolved with the invention of more sophisticated weapons, i.e., crude versions of “Spears and knives”” against “Sticks & Stones”. Guess who won THAT fight. Sophistication overcame brute strength, and the less sophisticated, the dudes throwing stones were eventually wiped out, while the lucky survivors of the lesser version of human, were guess what? Enslaved.

Following that trend in our evolutionary journey, that story continued to repeat itself. Separated by vast oceans and land mass, many different cultures/societies emerged. The Greek, Mayan, Incas, Egyptian, Oriental, what we call, Caucasians (Europeans), and others evolved. Some evolved slower, some evolved faster. Imagine if the Mayan, Egyptian, or some other ethnic group would have had the ability to travel to “Europe” as it is now called, and traveled there, let’s say, to what we now call “Ireland”, doing so with, at that time, superior weaponry. Guess who would have enslaved who.

As the various ethnic cultures evolved, modes of travel became more and more sophisticated, and the weapons became more and more sophisticated, AND more efficient, i.e., deadlier.

As some cultures were becoming extinct, and Caucasians/Europeans began to advance from hunter/gatherer to become the domineering cultures, they began to travel across the vast oceans and land masses, and discovered new lands with “different”, less evolved versions of our species.

Many of these less sophisticated cultures/peoples were vastly different in appearance, with black or other colored skin, different facial structures, AND different belief structures, like the early “White European Christians” with their advanced weapons and brutal man-made religion, discovering a race of people with black skin and flared nostrils in what we call Africa.

No longer “Surprise” as an initial response, “Domination” was the name of the game. Guess who dominated who, and who became the “Enslaved”? That was the first “Racial” divide. Not really today’s modern version of racism, but a view of less superior versus superiority. The dominated and enslaved were viewed as property, i.e., animals, like cattle, to labor as such.

For sure the domineering more advanced cultures looked upon the lesser dominated cultures as no more than goats or cattle, able to pull a plow, work the fields. That was “Slavery” in its early stages. Still, no real racism. How can a “Knight in Shining Armor” be a “Racist” when all he is doing is directing his “Cattle/Slaves” to do his bidding. They were less than human to him because they had different colored skin, and muscular physiques.

For sure having dominion over a people that was “different” was wrong, but it WAS an integral part of our evolution as a species. The words “Racism” or “Racist” did not appear until slavery itself was acknowledged and abolished.

Although we still experience the existence of slavery in many parts of the world today, it is not “Racism” in the true sense of the word. It still is one culture or ethnic group dominating and enslaving another because the “Slave Masters” look upon slavery as an enterprise, a business, regardless of the differences in skin color. Different skin color, or different religious practices ARE a part of it, but today it’s mostly a business model and application of that dominance factor.

The modern-day Slave-Masters know that their slaves are human beings, they just don’t give a shit, as they look upon slavery as a business, and their slaves, although recognized as humans, is considered as property none the less.

Racism evolved AFTER freedom from slavery, especially in western cultures like in the USA. Since the early days of “Freedom” and the abolishment of slavery, racism has evolved along with everything else.

In the early stages of freedom from slavery, especially here in the United States, the former slaves and a few generations after, looked upon themselves as a people who indeed were grateful for their freedom, yet still living that newly given freedom as just a notch above slavery, as they worked the fields of cotton for meager pay, owing their “Employer” and the “Company Store” more than they earned, in effect, still slaves to their Slave Master.

The evolution of that freedom eventually saw the emerging opportunities for advanced education for the once enslaved, and through that, the escape from the “Cotton Field” plantation life to successful careers as doctors, lawyers, scientists, business owners, and every other career that once was available only to non-colored people.

Google Sarah Boone and what she invented, search for Garrett Morgan and his inventions, how can we forget George Washington Carver? These are just a few people of “Color” that invented items that are commonplace items today, and had slavery not been abolished, they certainly would not have had the educational opportunities nor would they have invented and patented their discoveries.

Today, thanks to “Freedom”, we even have a few billionaires who are people of color other than “White”. Sadly, racism and bigotry are just as prevalent today if not more……more than it was a hundred years ago. Also, sadly, that racism and bigotry that originally emerged out of that early “Freedom” has evolved into a two-way unrelenting part of our culture. A segment in our society where “Whites” hate all non-whites, and “Blacks” who hate all non-black.

The dangerous facet of racism today is the rising two-sided militarism, with the white supremacist groups, most of which have been there all along, just deadlier with more sophistication, and the so-called “Black Militants”, much more sophisticated than the Black Panthers of the late 60’s.

How about some good news? “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly”. Along with the evolution of the “Bad and the Ugly”, the “Good” has evolved as well. Thanks to evolving technologies related to how we communicate, such as on-line social networking platforms such as Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and others, a unique and unprecedented “Awakening” has been occurring for the past sixteen years or so., more so in the last six to seven years.

With the evolving sophistication of the various social-networking platforms, has come the ability for people to reach across the globe to even the remotest of locations. Along with the ability to communicate instantly with someone in a distant, previously unreachable land and culture, the unprecedented opportunity for people to gain real knowledge, and real truth has emerged.

Not only are we able to access and share Information about subjects that matter to us on a personal level, like how to give your neighbor’s Pitbull a vasectomy, but we are also sharing knowledge and truth of an extremely vital nature, information/warnings of that which can either doom our planet and species, OR save us.

Which brings me to my concluding thought. Personally, I don’t care about the color of your skin, the shape of your face, your sex, or any other attribute that may or may not instill a racist or bigoted attitude and response from other people. What I DO care about is what is in your heart. How you treat your fellow human being is what makes a difference in your life, and the lives of others that you come in contact with.

Regardless of your skin color, your religious beliefs, your political affiliation, the language you speak, or ANYTHING else that makes you, you, as a human being, if you cannot say that you truly follow the “Golden Rule”, we need to communicate one-on-one, as I have a very strong, heart-felt desire to share my thoughts with you, experienced-based thoughts that I believe can make a positive change in your life, a wonderful change that in turn, will instill in you, a burning desire to share with others who also need to hear the message, “Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you”.

To my existing friends, future friends, Brothers and Sisters all, it’s not about our differences. It’s not about the color of our skin, it’s not about our various religious beliefs, it’s not about our political beliefs, it’s also not about the size or type of our weapons. It IS all about how we treat each other. It’s wither you can say to ANYONE, “I love you as I wish to be loved, and I will do anything within my power to help you, to care for you, and to treat you as I desire to be treated”. Once that message is embedded in your heart, you WILL be at peace with yourself, and with your fellow human beings for the rest of your life.

We CAN abolish racism and bigotry throughout our wonderful planet, and in doing so, we WILL eliminate WARS, as we eliminate the need for wars. Love and Optimism will prevail.

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

Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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The BEST “Wise Guy” Interview, EVER

I normally don’t post interviews like this on my website, but this dude “djvlad” knows the secret to conducting a GREAT interview. Watch this video and let me know what YOU think that secret is, and find out what it really is at the end of this post.

Here’s the “Comment” that I wrote on this dude’s comment section for the video: Absolutely the BEST “Wise Guy” interview, EVER. I am glad that I had previously subscribed to your channel. I’m going to post this video on my website, tcs “blog” “dot” “net”. Also posting this on all my farcecrap pages and groups.

P. S. djvlad, you truly are an amazing interviewer. 99% of the people out there that conduct interviews have absolutely no clue what the secret is to conducting a great interview. You sir, are part of that 1% that DO possess the secret. Ask me what that secret is sometime.

P. S. S. Russo has a great set of “Choppers” by the way, but with his money, I’m sure they are permanent implants, not dentures.

The secret to conducting a GREAT interview? LISTEN! and don’t interrupt your guest, 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”

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My Baby-Brother Johnny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Juilliard or Nashville? And a Bubble-Bath

It was 1972, after a few years in San Pedro, California, and having studied “Voice” privately with a renowned Vocal Coach/ Voice Teacher, I ended up with a scholarship in “Voice” to Juilliard in New York City.

On my way to NYC, driving across the states from California, I stopped to visit a few friends in Nashville. My weekend visit turned into a two-year stay, blowing off NYC and the scholarship. The attraction for me was 50% music-related and 50% a beautiful young woman who I worked with at Buckhorn Music on 17th Avenue “Music Row” in Nashville, as it is still called today.

I was so fortunate at that time, to work for Marijohn Wilkin, the owner of Buckhorn, and known in Nashville as the “Den Mother of Music Row,” Marijohn’s publishing house (literally a house on 17th Avenue), was the very first music publisher for Kris Kristofferson.

By the time I started working there (as a GO-FER, (go for this, go for that), Kris had already moved on from Buckhorn Music and Marijohn, a few blocks down the street to Monument Records, and started publishing his own music under the name Combine Music.

Now, I must “pick a small bone” here with Kris or whomever wrote his Wikipedia page. There is no mention of Buckhorn Music or Marijohn in the entire biography, in spite of the fact that she co-wrote some of his earliest, and most famous, money-grubbing songs of all time.

It was common practice in those days for an owner of a publishing company, in this case, Marijohn Wilkin, to be listed as a co-writer of a song writer’s work, even if a publisher had absolutely nothing to do with writing the song or songs in question. I suspect that this was the case, i.e., that contractually, Kris and Marijohn had an agreement like that, that eliminated her name as co-writer upon her death (or perhaps before) because after her death in 2006, her name was removed from the sheet music and all other references/attribution of “Song Writer” and “Publisher”.

Makes sense that Kris would take her 50% of the “writers” royalties, AND ALL, 100%, of the “publisher’s” royalties, after some period of time, or for sure after her death. The issue that I have, is that in his Wikipedia article, he coulda/shoulda given some sort of acknowledgement to Marijohn, because she WAS very instrumental in helping him get his start in Nashville, and assisting him in the early stages of his career.

Here’s a quote from Marijohn’s Wikipedia article: “Johnny Duncan and Ed Bruce were among the many songwriters she helped get a foothold in the music business. Kris Kristofferson was in the army with one of her distant cousins, so he sent some of his work to her at Buckhorn, her publishing company. She became the first to publish his songs, notably “For the good times”. In 1970, it became a massive pop and country hit for Ray Price. Wilkin is credited for the discovery of Kristofferson and being the first person to give him work as a legitimate songwriter”.

One of my “Go-Fer” jobs at Buckhorn was opening the mail, and going to the bank with the weekly deposits. The song “For the Good Times” by far, was the biggest bread-winner for her as co-writer, and also for Buckhorn Music, which separate from her co-writer monies, received 100% of the monies for being the “Publisher”. I remember the huge checks just for that one song, she made millions of dollars as co-writer AND publisher (there were many other songs of his that she published for Kris as well). Her 57-foot yacht on the Cumberland River was named, FOR THE GOOD TIMES, which I thought was a very clever name for a boat.

Getting back to that OTHER attraction for me, love, or should I say sex. Our front-end receptionist at Buckhorn, Sally, was a beautiful young blonde about three or four years older than I. We worked well together, and had a great relationship, which turned sexual after a few months. Maybe she was lonely, or maybe she just enjoyed the companionship of a slightly younger, Hippie-looking dude, like myself.

Sally’s husband was the Tour-Bus driver for a well-established female Country-Western artist whose last name would be be an “expletive-deleted” if you replaced the first letter of her last name with “F”, so whenever this big star was on tour within a reasonable driving distance of Nashville, Sally’s husband, Andy, was also on tour with her, and away from home.

One Saturday night while this popular entertainer (and her tour bus + Andy) was in Atlanta at some concert, Sally and I had been out drinking and dancing, and we decided to continue the partyin’ at her home out in Hendersonville, a small town Northeast of Nashville.

Okay, here’s where the story gets interesting. It wasn’t exactly “Coitus Interruptus”, I call it, “Rubber Ducky Bubble-Bath Interruptus” because we hadn’t quite arrived at the “Coitus” part yet, because we had only been in the Jacuzzi Bathtub filled with puffy mountains of Rose-Scented bubbles, naked, for about ten minutes.

The master bathroom, with a large Jacuzzi bathtub had a bay window which faced the front of their house and the driveway, which was at least a half mile long, winding road, up hill to the south front of their beautiful ranch-style home on twenty acres.

All of a sudden, vehicle headlights of what was quite apparent to both of us, was Andy and the tour bus turning off the main road and onto their driveway, heading up the hill. Sally says, “Ohhhhh SHIT! Andy’s home two days early, you better get out of here, quick”.

Shit! I thought. How would we know that Andy’s employer, the famous entertainer, had a last-minute change of plans, and instead of coming back as scheduled to Nashville, and taking a flight from there, she decided to take a flight from Atlanta to Los Angeles for an appearance on a talk show, (as I found out from Sally a few days later), so, Andy was able to take off from Atlanta two days early, which Sally was unaware of at that moment that we were engaged in a little fore-play with the huge pile of soapy fufu bubbles in the tub when we saw the headlights.

In a micro-second response, I jumped out of the bathtub, ran through the bedroom, grabbed my shoes, socks, and clothes, put on my fedora, ran through the living room into the kitchen, and ran out the back door into the woods, barefooted.

Safely out of sight in the woods, I watched the Tanya Tucker Tour Bus, and Andy, pull up to the house as I put on my underwear, pants, shirt, socks and shoes in the woods. Lucky for me, Sally had driven that night, and my van was parked down at the Walk Right Inn where we had been drinking, dancing, and shooting pool earlier that evening.

Unlucky I guess is that it was late enough, that by time I made my way to the main road, I had to walk two miles back to the bar because there wasn’t any traffic to speak of. One vehicle went zooming by me so fast I don’t think the driver even saw me standing there at 3 o’clock in the morning with my thumb stuck out, trying to hitch a ride.

Needless to say, that was a close call for me, as Andy, whom I had met a few times, was a big dude in his late thirties, muscle-bound Marlboro-Cowboy type that certainly would have kicked my ass or worse, had he seen me driving down his driveway in my 1967 VW Van painted “American Flag” red white and blue, with a big Peace sign and painted flowers and shit. In other words, Andy knew what my van looked like, and I’m sure he would have at least been curious as to why I was at his house at 2 o’clock in the morning.

Sally and I had a mutual thing going for another six months, and I just never went to her house again after that close encounter of the worse kind. In retrospect, I sometimes look back and wonder, sure, she was lonely, Andy was always on the road, especially in the Summer, so I can understand why Sally enjoyed my company. I had also wondered at times why she didn’t just go with them on tour. Sally did answer that one time, saying that she was told that there wasn’t room for another woman on the bus, plus she really did enjoy her job at Buckhorn. Makes sense.

I also wondered but never asked her, if that night that we were in her fufu bubble-filled bathtub, if in some freaky way, she knew that Andy was coming home that night, early morning really, and that she perhaps got off on the excitement and adrenaline rush, seeing the bus turn off the main highway, and me, jumping out of the tub and barely escaping with my clothes and my life.

Six months later, she quit Buckhorn as she was pregnant and both her and Andy had decided that she was not going to work anymore. I never did see her again, although we did talk once in a while on the phone after she quit. To this day I often wonder who’s sperm was guilty, and who’s kid that little baby girl really was, Andy’s, or mine. I moved back to Los Angeles about six months later, and Sally and I just lost touch with each other. She was fun while it lasted.

Kristofferson’s song, “For the Good Times”, has always had a special meaning for me, and one that I always do at Karaoke. I have no regrets about blowing off Juilliard. A few years later, I was attending Harbor Junior College, and privately teaching “Voice” to some of the college choir’s fellow students, and years later I was honored to sing the National Anthem at Dodger Stadium. No regrets at all. Besides, I wasn’t too thrilled about Opera, and “Classical” music, which is what I would have studied at Julliard. I had many more experiences while living in Nashville that are interesting, that I will probably add when I add this to my book, “The Dead Armadillo”.

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THE UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET INTERVIEWS – Episode #000001

UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET: So, here we are, all six of us in one conversation together for the first time, thanks to “ZOOM” (you gotta love the technology). First a shout out to all my friends and relatives watching this “Live” right now. I appreciate that all 23,783 of you have tuned in to my channel to take part in this Round-Table discussion with a few of my buddies.

For those of you watching and/or listening to this Zoom meeting that do not know these fine gentlemen, let me introduce my buddies to you in alphabetical order.

First, to my upper far right on the screen, is my good friend and “Non-Violent Intervention Advocate”, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, good to see you again my friend, (applause from the other four dudes).

Secondly, to my far right on the screen, is a man everyone I’m sure have heard of before, all the way from Palestine, the one, the only, “Son of God”, JESUS CHRIST! (applause from the other four dudes).

Then in the upper middle is my all-time favorite President and “philanderer”…..John, how have you been doing, (applause from the other four dudes).

Lastly, directly to my right on the screen, is Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. another great advocate for change through peaceful protest. Martin, it’s great to see you again (applause from the other four dudes).

A quick comment here. We do NOT stop at any time to advertise any products or services. If you want the latest in fashion “Depends” or a battery-operated “Rubber Ducky”, check out some other dude’s podcast. We do not ask for donations, but we will graciously accept your support, even if it’s a pound of home-made Venison Jerky.

Let’s begin here. We all know each other and know the opinions and the position we all take on a variety of subjects. Today we are going to discuss those subjects familiar to us for the benefit of the viewing audience that may not be aware of your thoughts, opinions, and the positions the five of you have taken on key subject matter.

First subject, WAR, and the killing of millions and millions of innocent people. JC, I know you have been around the longest of the six of us, and seen the most deaths due to wars, genocides, and aggression, tell us your first thoughts about this topic please.

JESUS: Well, WAR SUCKS, BIG TIME! I’m soooo ashamed, really, that so many of my followers killed so many people in my name over the past few thousand years. I guess they didn’t get my message. I never said to torture, maim, and kill to “Convince” folks to follow my example of love, charity, forgiveness and peace. I’m pretty sure that “Dad” kept the gate closed and locked on them. The message was lost in an abundance of greed, selfishness, and ego long ago.

UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET: JFK, your thoughts?

JFK: Well, I think everyone here at this Round-Table today knows that I inherited Vietnam and I really was not excited about killing a bunch of Vietnamese people over “OIL”, as you know, the big three Oil Companies had thought that there was some sort of vast reserve of oil off the shores of both South and North Vietnam. As we know, it turned out to be a fluke, and the wrong reason to go to war anyway. Then you know, a week before Dallas, I had told the Zionists to halt their Nuclear Bomb development. That last speech of mine, well, some say that’s what became the “Straw that broke the Camels Back” for the Elite/Cabal/Zionists, and look what happened to me. Yeah, WAR really does suck, big time.

ABRAHAM speaks: Yeah John, we both tried to change things in Washington for the good of the country, and look what they did to us, and to Martin, and to your brother Bobby.

UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET: Tell us more Abraham.

ABRAHAM: So many people died under my watch so sad. We finally ended that war on April 9^th, 1865 and six days later, well, it was a rotten play anyway, I was really falling asleep when……Well, you know what happened. What really pissed me off about the Civil War is the fact that it really wasn’t about slavery as much as it was about those bankers throwing tons of money at the folks in the south. If it wasn’t for those asswipe European Bankers, I don’t think we would have had that war.

UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET: How about you Martin, your thoughts?

MARTIN: Yes, I abhor violence of any kind, that’s what I “preached” all my life. Thankfully I guess, colored folks who were killed in Vietnam was a minority of the population at that time, and the numbers killed, 15% or so of the total, reflect that minority. If you are other than “White”, you are still considered as the “Minority” in this country. I do feel sad for all the families of the white dudes who died, who couldn’t afford to go to an Ivy-League college and get exemptions like many rich kids did. Being from a wealthy family made a difference even if you did enlist, especially if your father was a General or Admiral. “Cocaine” McCain just had a bad day at the office, flying his A-4, bombing the shit out of everything he could see, until the enemy shot him out of the sky.

JFK: Yeah, and that traitor actually sold out to the Commies while he was in Hanoi Hilton. It also helped that his daddy was an Admiral. That all happened after my watch. Had it been up to me, I would have told them to keep his sorry ass.

UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET: Mr. Gandhi, I see you raising your hand. Yes, I saved you for last, please give us your thoughts on the subject.

GANDHI: “If we are to teach real peace in this world, and if we are to carry on a real war against war, we shall have to begin with the children”. As parents, we teach our children to follow in our footsteps. If our path is racism and violence, our children will become racist and violent, but if our violence is too insane, sometimes children do manage to grow up in defiance of the parent’s insanity and turn to non-violence and goodness. Neither racism and viciousness, OR goodness is found in a “Gene” so therefore it cannot be inherited, hatred and viciousness CAN be taught, and unfortunately, too many children that are taught evil in general, are sucked into that way of life unknowingly. So, I say, wars and killing are based on two things, a “Learned” capacity for evil in general, and greed. JC, you chased the money changers out of the Temple because you recognized their greed, right?

JESUS: Yes, but as we have seen in the past 2,000 years or so, the money-changers didn’t go away, they just became more and more sophisticated, just look at the world today, 1% own and control the other 99%.

JFK: I warned the people, shit, even Dwight warned people in his last speech.

UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET: It’s interesting that the topic of wars concluded in comments regarding the human condition as far as the financial aspects, i.e., the economics of war. Final thoughts, let’s start with you John.

JFK: “The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty, and all forms of human life”.

UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET: Martin?

MARTIN: “History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people”.

UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET: Abraham?

ABRAHAM: “I am a firm believer in the people. If given the truth, they can be depended upon to meet any national crisis. The great point is to bring them the real facts”.

UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET: Mr. Gandhi

GANDHI: I would say to everyone that is watching and listening today, “You must be the change you wish to see in the world”.

UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET: And finally, JC?

JESUS: “Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy”. I really believed that when I first said it, but look at what a shit-hole this planet has become. Gandhi said it correctly, it’s the greed in man’s heart. It’s also the selfishness, the violence, the utter lack of mercy that has gripped the few, that 1%, that has brought chaos and strife to mankind. My suggestion, and I know that many have thought that I was the person that originally said this, people need to follow just one single thing, “The Golden Rule”. That’s it, no dogma, no church, other than the “Church in your heart”. Simple.

UNKNOWN SOCK PUPPET: Well, thank you JC, and thank you John, Martin, Abraham and Mr. Gandhi. It has been wonderful to see you again, and to hear your thoughts. We definitely will have to do this again some time.

(speaking to the listeners now)….Friends, thank you so much for watching and listening in to our ZOOM meeting today. Please share the link with your friends and neighbors who did not have the opportunity to take part in this meeting live. To everyone, stay safe, follow the “Golden Rule” and watch for future ZOOM interviews.

We are looking for a few volunteer “Voice” actors as we intend to record the audio of this Zoom meeting for publication on the YouTube Channel, “The Unknown Sock Puppet Interviews” in the near future. If you can read a script and sound like any of the “Characters”, especially JFK, please contact us via the message form below, or send an email to: theunknownsockpuppet@gmail.com

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“The World is my Country”

To all my faithful friends/readers who visit my website on a regular basis, and to all the new friends/readers who are visiting for the first time.

I am excited to present to you, this great documentary by Arthur Kanegis about Garry Davis, a man who participated in World War Two as part of a U. S. Army Air Corps Bomber Crew. Garry bravely barreled through enemy Flak to bomb Hitler’s factories at Peenemünde. But then he was ordered to bomb Brandenburg, a city full of civilians. Horrified at the Carnage, he asked “Why wasn’t I arrested for killing people in their homes, schools and factories?”

“If I did that in any country in the World, I’d be an arch Criminal.” When he realized it was because there is no law outside of countries, he decided to make the whole world his country. He became the first official World Citizen. Martin Sheen introduces his story as ” a roadmap to a better future”. Watch it and find out why.

I have provided the “link” here, so make some popcorn, grab some other snacks and your drink, and sit back and enjoy this amazing film.

After watching it, please take the time to fill out the brief survey which you will find the link to at the end of the film, and please share this wonderful film with your friends and family.

https://youtu.be/M9g7hSJ2rs0

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

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“SYNERGISM THROUGH COLLABORATION” – Part Two

It’s ALL about COMMUNICATING!

Imagine a website/platform that will be the “Facebook” of “Organizational/Communication Platforms”. No Facebook type of MSM news-feed, no games to play, no posting of your Cat being chased by a Mouse. Perhaps there would still be “Tabs” for real news, “Tabs” for the selling/buying of product, Educational “Tabs”. etcetera. I only use Facebook as an analogy because this website/platform will have the complexity AND the “Ease of Use”, with all the needed “Bells & Whistles” making it the ultimate tool to “Create Synergy through Collaboration”.

Secure and encrypted, with ALL “Earth Citizen” participants “Vetted” to greatly reduce, if not eliminate “Enemy” intrusions i.e., Spying”. All “Vetting” would be done at the local “Community” level, and 100% of all who participate in this “Organizational/Communication Platform”, will be a “Recommended Earth Citizen Candidate”, further ensuring the integrity of the organization.

I envision perhaps one hundred (100) primary “Location Member Main Groups” world-wide, with one “Elected Earth Citizen” representing his or her “Location”. Under the “Location Member Main Groups” we could have perhaps fifteen or twenty “Sub-Groups” and under them, more “Sub-Groups” perhaps three, one for “Discovery”, one for “Planning”, and one for “Plan Execution”.

In addition to the one hundred (100) primary “Location Member Main Groups”, perhaps there would be a “Tab” titled “Justice”, which could be the tab for Sacha Stone’s “International Tribunal for Natural Justice”, with participation of all 100 of the “Elected Earth Citizens” representing all “Earth Citizens” in each one of the hundred (100) of the “Location Member Main Groups”. Each having their own “Justice Tab” all the way down to the local community level.

Within all “Groups and Sub-Groups”, the individual “Citizen”, and by using the additional “Search” box, he or she could type in the name of a particular “Earth Citizen” that he or she would desire to have a “Video Cat” or “Call” with.

An “Earth Citizen” would be able to “Click on any “Location” Main Group “Tab” to listen in or actively participate in discussions, wither it be at the “Discovery Level”, the “Planning Level”, or the “Plan Execution Level”.

As an example, let’s say an “Earth Citizen” wants to get-up-to-speed on a particular subject, like what’s happening currently with the planned raid on a massive pedophile underground storage facility under the Denver airport, so, in this case, he’s just listening/watching that particular Sub-Group assigned to the “Planning” stage for that pending raid.

Another “Earth Citizen” may be joining the same “Sub-Group” as an active participant because he or she might have vital information to share, which will aid in the “Planning Level” for that issue.

Another “Earth Citizen” might be joining the “Sub-Group” as an “Earth Citizen Enforcement Volunteer” because he or she lives two miles from the airport, worked there, and somehow knows the locations of every access point to the subterranean structure where as many as 3,000 children are held captive.

Another “Sub-Group” “Tab” could be “Agriculture/Food Source” related. Another, “Medical”, with it’s own “Sub-Groups” like “Major Organ Rehabilitation”. Another “Sub-Group” “Tab” could be “Infrastructure”, with its own “Sub-Groups” like for the maintenance or building of a new city.

Extrapolate from there, the various issues around the world, being “Discovered” (another word for requiring “action” on the part of the world’s “Earth Citizens”. Beginning at the local community level, and in most instances remaining at that level, to be resolved.

Other “Discoveries” might require input and decision participation on a world-wide scale, involving all one hundred primary “Location Member Main Groups”. Other “Discoveries” might involve any other number of “Location Member Main Groups” depending on the number of these main groups being affected by a particular “Issue”.

This is just the beginning of these thoughts tonight on how to truly achieve SYNERGISM THROUGH COLLABORATION. Stay tuned for more as I continue to flesh this idea out more.

P. S. Are there any programmers out there that want to participate in building this “Mother of all Communication Websites”? Contact me, PLEASE! Are there any millionaires or billionaires out there that just happen to read this post and have decided to get involved financially? Contact me, PLEASE! Here’s another thought. Is this worthy of a “Go Fund Me” Campaign? Are there any Brothers or Sisters out there with experience in running such a campaign? Contact me, PLEASE!

P. S. S. Those Brothers and Sisters that out there that really know me, know that one of my favorite saying is, “Like a Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”, referring to the fact that unless we truly “ORGANIZE”, everything we do is like that single fly, farting in the wind, nobody hears you. Or. put another way, “As useless as Wings on a Penis”. Well, here’s a great chance to hear that gigantic Fly-Fart”, and watch that “Penis” fly off into the Sunset.

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

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

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

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

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

Here’s what happens when someone sneezes at Walmart

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

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

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

How about the “Kikel-Tov” virus

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

Let’s not forget the “Cohee-Itus” Flu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ATTENTION!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Illuminati me this, and Free Mason me that!

Here’s another great Joe Rogan and Duncan Trussell conversation to watch/share. This one is funny in that it was eleven weeks before the Clinton/Trump fiasco (election). Trussell especially was so convinced that Killary was going to be elected POTUS, hahahahahaha, we all know how THAT turned out.

One of the best moments in this show was when Joe ranted about Cannabis as if he were under some sort of spell (he was stoned). It’s hilarious, but so right on. See that at: One hour, thirty-seven minutes and twenty-eight seconds into the show. Enjoy.

P. S. I had to laugh several times during the show because the same thing was happening, I was stopping every now and then to create a Meme or two, or three, and to write this review. There was one part of the “Political” discussion that made me chuckle because what they were saying during that last election cycle, still holds true today. Try to find the point in the show that made me feel that way, hahahahaha. Yes, it turned out to be another all-nighter. It’s 4:49 AM Monday morning the 16th of March, and I am two hours eight minutes and six seconds into this three hour, ten minute and sixteen second show. So far, it’s taken me seven hours, twenty-eight minutes and twelve seconds to watch this show, hahahahahaha.

P. S. S. Here’s an afterthought. John Barbour would love to do it (and he HAS reached out to Joe a few times, with no response), if Joe Rogan would have him on his podcast, this is ONE podcast that I would pay money to attend. Shit, Joe and John could fill a small sound stage with 100 people in the audience. It would be awesome if they could create the same set or similar in feel as he has on his normal podcast in his “Studio/Man Cave”.

I think Joe needs to set up a separate “Channel” on his YouTube main channel page devoted to Duncan Trussell because for me so far, watching and listening to those two have been THE most entertaining and inspirational shows that Joe has ever done. I spent quite a bit of time searching his main channel for the follow-up to this particular video, #863 originally streamed live on Oct 20, 2016 as I wanted to see both of their reactions and subsequent conversation about the fact that Killary got her ass kicked by Trump in the POTUS election some weeks after this show. I could not find any follow-up, which is too bad.

Here’s the link to the show:

P. S. S. S. I’m only one hour, fifty-nine minutes, and thirty seconds into the three hour, ten minute and sixteen second show and I am still watching it as I write this, plus I have created a few Memes along the way. Thanks for the wonderful entertainment and inspiration, dudes. I loved the part where they were jesting about the Illuminati and Free Masons. As I have said before in another post/review. I swear, I would love to have coffee with these two dudes some day. They are so comfortable in their “Stoniness” conversation, it make’s me feel like I’m right there in the studio with them, participating in the conversation. Maybe it’s because I am stoned as well?

P. S. S. S. S. “Drive-by Shooting Ranges”,”Flaming Piano Catapults” and “Captain America Pajamas”. OMG! I almost spit coffee on my laptop, at least five times tonight, hahahahahaha.

P. S. S. S. S. S. I love the fact that Duncan did not hesitate to hand the joint back to Joe as opposed to that dude Adam Curry in Episode #1436 who did NOT. Read that review at: https://tcsblog.net/2020/03/hey-asshole-why-dont-you-pass-that-fucking-joint-you-fucking-bogart/

P. S. S. S. S. S.S. Great Duncan quote, “Fuck, we’re in Zero Gravity here man”

P. S. S. S. S. S. S. Joe and Duncan SHOULD do a “Burning Man” Documentary, and take along an 82-year-old Grandmother that smoke pot, hahahaha. Check out the “Temple of Juno”, “Hose me down while I dance naked”. “Expressing Gratitude” (this one choked me up a little) When you walk away from the coffee shop table and the waitress has tears of joy and gratitude because you just left her a $80 “Tip” on a $20 lunch-tab (a “C” note). That right there folks, exposes the true heart of a person (in this case, Joe Rogan). Similar for Duncan Trussell, with his wonderful little story about “Penny-Arcade Game Tickets”, and what he did with his. Both dudes have great hearts.

Here’s a special comment in response to what Duncan said about PTSD beginning at Two-Hours, forty-four Minutes and Thirty-Eight Seconds into the podcast: I KNOW THAT CANNABIS CURED MY PTSD! ASK ME ABOUT WARTIME AND CHILDHOOD PTSD, WITH THE EXPERIENCED “VIOLENCE IN THE HOME” FROM THE AGE OF THREE, TO FIFTEEN WHEN MY STEP-FATHER FINALLY BEAT MY MOTHER TO DEATH. ALONG WITH THE USE OF CANNABIS, I EXPERIENCED A PERMANENT, TRUE. “MIRACULOUS” FORGIVENESS FOR MY STEP-FATHER. ASK ME ABOUT THAT SOMETIME. THOSE TWO THINGS CURED MY PTSD FOLKS!!!!! (Cannabis Versus, or together with? 3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, commonly known as “Ecstasy or Molly”) under going clinical trials by the Multidisciplinary Association for Psychedelic Studies (MAPS) Founded in 1986, a 501(c)(3) non-profit research and educational organization that develops medical, legal, and cultural contexts for people to benefit from the careful uses of psychedelics and marijuana. I’ve never taken it, so I really can’t comment on it, but as was stated during their discussion, that drug is currently at Stage-Three of clinical trials which is an amazing thing in itself! Cannabis by itself worked for me, so that’s all I can really speak to. Donate to the Stage-Three part of their research at: https://maps.org/research/mdma

Also, go to the “Burning Man” website and discover what it’s all about, and PLEASE donate. It’s a really good cause. I’ve never been to one, but this year I plan to go. Duncan covered it well on this podcast, with Joe’s “Computer Guy/Assistant” bringing up data and images” that will “BLOW YOU AWAY”, like the dust storms that the folks enjoy every year. Click” on this “Link”: https://burningman.org/

I’m tired of using multiple P. S.’s and you’re probably tired of seeing them, but that’s how I write a review, so here’s a NOTE:

ATTENTION!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s 4:27 PM Monday afternoon, the 16th of March, and I am twelve hours ten minutes and two seconds into this three hour, ten minute and sixteen second show. hahahahahaha. I THINK I’m finished so I can go to bed now.

P. S. “7”: Well, not quite yet. I HAVE to mention Joe’s hilarious tongue-in-cheek spiel about “Donations” towards the end of the show, it was great! My last two words, I promise, “Clinking Glasses”.

P. S. “8”: Last five words, and I DID spit my coffee out, all over the couch I was laughing so fucking hard! “FISTING TENT!!!” and “ACCEPTABLE BONER TUESDAY!!!!” (and this was at 5:39 AM for me. Ensenada time)

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Pack of Wolves, Moose, Sloths, Pigeons and Hawks

June 18^th, 2019 – Joe Rogan Experience #1313 – Duncan Trussell

I purposely searched Joe’s channel tonight for another episode with Duncan because I so enjoyed the last one that I watched the other night, I absolutely am captured when these two dudes get together and talk. Night before last, I watched/listened to Episode #828, and it took me ten hours to watch it because I was constantly being inspired by you two dudes, stopping many times to create Memes (about five of them, one at a time), based on something you said, the topic, or just the fact that I was stoned at the time.

You two dudes are incredibly intelligent, the level of intelligence that is so out there, that “Common Sense” is a no-brainer, i.e., it has become a part of your persona by some miraculous means. This is extremely rare condition to have. It is almost magical. Just the reverse is how most people struggle with obtaining a level of consciousness that allows “Common Sense” to rise, as it begins to manifest itself via the Pineal Gland, the “Third Eye”.

I tend to think that you either possess “Common Sense” as a rare gift that many people tend to never have in their entire existence/life, or you don’t have it. They don’t teach “Common Sense” in any school that I’m aware of., i.e., no “Course” or curriculum titled, COMMON SENSE 101. Obviously, there is no “Middle-Ground”. Oh, and Duncan? I loved your Sniper Outfit knowing that you are a Peacenik, philosophical kind of dude, and Joe likes to kill stuff (animals, and I have no issues with that Joe).

I have known extremely well-educated folks (some relatives I might add), that in their cases, their “Education”, (some with Doctorate Degrees), did not make a difference in their lives. They didn’t have an ounce of “Common Sense” in their bodies, ever. In other words, their “Education” was “Useless, as Wings on a Penis”. I also have known folks with 8th Grade educations that were the epitome of “Common Sense.

I have known extremely well-educated folks (some relatives I might add), that in their cases, their “Education”, (some with Doctorate Degrees), didn’t have an ounce of “Common Sense” in their bodies. In other words, their “Education” was “Useless, as Wings on a Penis”. I also have known folks with 8th Grade educations that were the epitome of “Common Sense”.

Beginning at forty-six minutes and twenty-nine seconds into the podcast #1313, Joe says, “That makes actual sense, sounds like crazy voodoo hippie talk, but it actually makes sense”….I laughed so hard, I had to stop the video and ponder a moment….I actual believe that this time, Joe actually comprehended what Duncan was saying at that moment, whereas at 45 minutes and 5 seconds into Episode #828, he had said, “That totally makes sense, that totally makes sense”. I broke out laughing as soon as Joe opened his mouth and said what he said because I truly believe that Joe did not have a fucking clue at that moment.

Here’s another great Joe Rogan/Duncan Trussell moment. Actually, one of my favorite lines in the program, is at one hour, zero minutes and fifty-four seconds into the show, when Joe says, “We’re very high right now, Ladies and Gentlemen”. I laughed.

I can’t believe that now, after listening to this podcast for twelve hours or so, I am only one hour 5 minutes and 25 seconds into a 3 hour 43 minute and 47 second podcast, unfuckingbelievable! Well, I did create more shit from it like I did with Episode # 828! Hahahahahahaha, and finally posted the link to the podcast.

Here’s a few extra thoughts from tonight. Picture this. The Sloth is what I call the CentMenGenXBoom generations, or how about calling it, “Generation Alpha-Omega” (made up mostly of the “Gen Z” along with many from the four older generations). The Eagle represents the Elite/Cabal and all their fucking puppets like Killary Klinton. Sloths are normally the Eagle’s prey, but now the “Eagle” needs to do a little praying because the “Sloths” are beginning to fight back, and there will be no mercy once the Sloth picks up a little speed. Click on this “Link” for the Sloth action that Joe and Duncan.

https://youtu.be/bTwqVn_HjXA

Here’s the “Falcons and Pigeons” video, but it’s only the trailer:

https://youtu.be/msiaw32R81M

Tibetan Sky Burial

https://youtu.be/240_5W_0GGg

The following part of my essay originally was going to be a stand-alone essay. It was my very first thoughts as I first began to watch it, and now it’s included, but at the end instead of the beginning. Thanks to Joe, Duncan, and my special strain, “Ensenada Smoothie” and as you can see from what you previously read, I have really enjoyed watching Episode #1313.

I think where we are at as a species right now can be compared to what happens to a huge Pack of Wolves when you put them on an island full of Moose because there are too many Moose on the island, which is endangering the Moose population’s happiness overall, so here comes the wolves to reduce the Moose population.

Because the wolves start in-breeding to a point where the wolves are being altered over many generations of in-breeding, causing some pretty negative and undesirable changes. How fucked is that? We don’t care, I wonder if the poor wolves do.

So, as a species, I’m not saying we are all a manifestation of in-breeding, but we sure have evolved in some pretty negative and undesirable ways. Sure, we always have killed one another, and there IS a small percentage of us that loves torturing another human being, etcetera.

The ugliness of that side of human life has ALWAYS been there, the difference now is that for the past fifty years more or less, our world has become a much more sophisticated world in that although we still kill each other like we have been doing for thousands of years, we just have much better weapons.

Along with that, the growth-rate of technology is such that there are still a few people alive today that have literally gone from horse and buggy to the new 2020 Chevrolet Mid-Engine Corvette, which I am going to order soon, Tan leather, Red Corvette. My point is that with the exponential growth of technology, we now have the dissemination of information that is so incredibly quick, and so encompassing, we (some of us) now have the tools to do something.

Our ancestors had the same thoughts, and similar, yet different issues, they were just not as equipped as our species is today. A percentage of our world population has become “AWAKENED”, and done so with tools at our disposal. Those of us that have always seen the ugliness and have taken steps to make a positive change, to try and negate the ugliness instead of wallowing in it, is as different from the “Pack” as anything could be.

The poor wolves that have killed off more Moose on that island then you had calculated or planned, they are ALL fucked up, and there is nothing either you OR the wolves can do about it. On the other hand, as a species, we can now reverse the negative aspects of OUR evolution by replacing the really ugly, nasty shit with positive things. Things like LOVE, MERCY, CHARITY, PEACE, EMPATHY, SYMPATHY, FORGIVENESS, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

But Doctor Saxe, how do we get from “Point A” to “Point B”? There is a way, but even if what I believe to be the way, and how we should use those “Tools” is absolutely on target, everything I say or write is just another “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind” and “Useless as Wings on a Penis”.

Here’s the “Link” to the Joe Rogan – Duncan Russell episode #1313

https://youtu.be/RD-9Ghvt480

Thanks for reading this. I think I have a rather unique way of writing a review, wither it be a full-length feature film, or a podcast like Joe’s. If you “Like” what you have read and seen, please feel free to “Share” it on farcecrap when you see it, or just “Click” on the farcecrap button that can be found below. Thanks.

P. S. I would LOVE to have coffee or share a bong-load with both of these dudes, together some day. I brew a great pot of French Press Coffee, and my “Ensenada Smoothie” is “Dank”.

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It’s all like a fucking “Shell Game” folks

I would bet a bong-load that the news eventually comes out that Killary is/was behind most of these negative ads about “Sleepy Creepy” Joe right now. She is behind pushing/supporting Biden because she sees how strong Bernie is right now. Perhaps she is pretending that she is like a rabid fucking raccoon wanting to be POTUS so bad she would eat her daughter Chelsea’s entrails with Fava Beans and a nice Chianti.

Watch for her to step in “And save the Democratic Party” at the convention. Killary is pushing Biden knowing full well that Sleepy Creepy Biden is going to break down and piss his pants and shit on the stage at some point. That’s how fucking ruthless the Clintons and their Mafia are, but, and it’s a BIG BUTT, it’s all like a “Shell Game “folks. Killary is doing all this shit FOR the Elite/Cabal, pretending to want the POTUS job, but in reality, she already has been told that Frump is the chosen one, (chosen by the Elite/Cabal that is). A HUGE game on the sheeple, and she will do whatever is necessary to make sure her puppet masters are satisfied.

What do the Clintons have to gain from this charade? MONEY!!! That is ALL they are concerned about. She knows that by losing to their buddy Frump, her and asswipe Bill will become Billionaires. Now, the other side of the coin, if I am mistaken about their friendship with Frump, the other scenario is that Frump is NOT their “Friend”, and he has plans to eventually arrest, prosecute, convict and punish them. There, I guess I have covered all the bases.

I’ll let you know what my preferred strain is once I win the bet.

WAKE UP SHEEPLE!

Note: This short post is a follow-up continuation to my last post. Here’s the link: https://tcsblog.net/2020/03/real-difference-real-change/

P.S. If you seriously think that all the various methods of “collecting” and “Counting/Tabulating” your “Votes” are “legitimate” without any mistakes or fucking outright fraud, then you are unknowingly being “Gamed” and are what we refer to as “SHEEPLE”.

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REAL DIFFERENCE!! REAL CHANGE!!

It takes more than being an inspiration to a whole new, younger generation like Bernie has been and remains to be. Guess what folks, it’s going to take a whole hell of a lot more than that to take our country back!!

It’s over folks. The Fat Lady has sung and she’s in her dressing room taking a crap and shaving her legs. My first prediction, which turns out to be the accurate one, has now “Fixed-in-Titanium-Rebar-Diamond-Infused-Concrete”, the re-election of Trump. It also confirms the truth (at least for me) that we do NOT have a “Two-Party” system. The fucking Puppet Masters, i.e., the Elite/Cabal wanted Trump to remain in power, so they gave Killary and her crew their fucking marching orders. Regardless of the cost, make sure that the least winnable candidate receives the Democratic Nomination. Voila, “Creepy Joe” Biden.

Folks, what else could it be? Democracy in action, your vote counts? BULLSHIT!! If you honestly think that is the case, it is sad, because you can’t see the fucking forest for the trees. Everything is, and has been, the greatest swindle/theft in our history, the complete take-over of our government by a cultish cabal with only the interests of a small percentage of our population. It began four fucking generations ago you fucking knuckleheads!

People, this cabal DOES NOT CARE ABOUT YOU OR YOUR FUCKING VOTE!

The generation that I would be extremely concerned about if I were part of the cabal is the Millennials, born between 1997 and 1996. This youngest of our generations, and I believe many like myself of the Baby Boomer generation (I’m 71) are going to be rising up more than ever now to openly fight and defeat this evil bunch of asswipes that I refer to as the Elite/Cabal.

I am NOT advocating a violent and bloody overthrow, i.e., a REAL “Revolution”, but I’m afraid that it might seem that way when the shit does start hitting the fan. It’s not going to be like the “American Revolution” that our forefathers fought to gain “Independence” from a jealous King that couldn’t stand the fact that he REALLY didn’t have as much control over the colonies as he wanted or thought he had. Taxes on fucking Tea was part of it.

No, this NEW REVOLUTION is going to come in a fashion that befits our technological age that we are in today. Of course, guns WILL be involved, but it’s technology that will be in command.

Folks, each one of you can make a REAL DIFFERENCE which will result in a REAL CHANGE! If anyone here that reads this and is like-minded, and wants to add to this in a real way by helping us really ORGANIZE, then please contact me by Messenger, email, or via my website, because this shit is not a conspiracy theory gone mad, it IS the situation we are in, and you can either be SHEEP and just eat the grass the shepherd leads you to…or really contribute and make a difference, a positive difference in re-claiming our country.

Please go to this link for an essay regarding “Real Change”:

https://tcsblog.net/2020/01/age-of-awareness-aquarius/

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“What a fucking train-wreck”

“Hello, I’m Joe Biden, and I’m running for the United States Senate”. What a fucking TRAIN WRECK! Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think he actually said that during this current election cycle (he’s running for POTUS).

The Democratic Party, (actually the asswipes running it for Killary and the Clinton Mafia), are now on their path to giving Trump a second term, and it’s fucking guaranteed. It’s as if the Clinton Mafia actually want Trump to stay in power.

Folks, it’s like a “Sleight of Hand” trick, the movement of the three shells game, you know, the one with a tiny ball hidden under a shell. Make the American people THINK that you are trying to get rid of Trump, when in fact, Trump is in the game with the Clinton Mafia. The only thing that will prove me wrong on this opinion/theory is if Trump begins to arrest, prosecute, and incarcerate the Clinton Mafia, starting with Killary and Bill, before November. I can’t imagine that happening any time soon.

Instead of getting behind the person who is the Democratic Party’s ONLY candidate that can beat the shit out of Trump and win it all (including all down-ticket candidates), they are working 24/7 to steal the nomination away from Bernie. Yes, in my humble opinion, Bernie Sanders is the ONLY candidate that has a better than 50/50 chance to beat Trump. Not overwhelming odds, but better than ANY other candidate running as a Democrat.

The recent drop-outs by Buttegrieg and Klobuchar and their endorsements of “Quid Pro Joe” Biden for whatever promises of either cabinet positions or other goodies, has now sealed the second term for Trump.

Had Tom Steyer, “Butt-Plug” Buttegrieg, and Klobuchar, thrown their support behind Bernie, the Democrats would have at least had a fighting chance. Note: Tom Steyer dropped out also, pledging to support whomever ends up being the “chosen” candidate, pretty chicken-shit, not pledging right now, taking his chances.

Going into the Democratic Convention, Bernie for sure WILL be ahead of Biden in delegate count, but not enough to secure the nomination, so, they WILL have a “Brokered” convention, and the “Super Delegates” WILL give their votes to Biden. Trump WILL wipe the puke off the floor with Biden, I guarantee you. Or, they could hand the nomination over to ‘Mini-Mike” Bloomturd which will REALLY tell the American public what side of the Democratic “Zionist Bagel” is buttered. If that were to happen, Trump would still win, HUGELY.

“Mini-Mike” Bloomturd and “Uber Left” Elizabeth Warren are still in it. What Warren is doing is following Killary’s instructions to stay in it until the convention, and THEN throw her support behind Biden. The Killary handlers KNOW Warren doesn’t stand a fucking chance against Trump, but they desperately want to divert votes away from Bernie, now for Super Tuesday, and then at the convention.

Bloomberg is doing the same thing, staying in it perhaps because he knows that the Zionists could very well give him the nomination, instead of to Bernie OR Biden. Shit. If THAT were to happen at the convention, when November comes along, he would be slaughtered by Trump, (think Jewish sacrificial lamb) and eaten with Cream-Cheese and Bagels, with a nice bottle of Manischewitz Wine.

So, brokered convention, Biden gets the nomination, or possibly the Zionists install Bloomturd instead, and Trump beats either one of them so fucking bad, it will go down in history as the most idiotic thing the Democratic Party has ever done, and as a political force in this country, it will die a slow and agonizing death. Yes, the Fat Lady is Singing folks, please pick up your trash as you exit the theater.

Update March 12, 2020: There is a whole other scenario folks. This kind of makes sense in this crazy fucked-up world we live in today. I would bet a bong-load that the news eventually comes out that Killary is/was behind most of these negative ads about “Sleepy Creepy” Joe right now. She is behind pushing/supporting Biden because she sees how strong Bernie is right now. She is like a rabid fucking raccoon wanting to be POTUS so bad she would eat her daughter Chelsea’s entrails with Fava Beans and a nice Chianti to run again. Watch for her to step in “And save the Democratic Party” at the convention. Killary is pushing Biden knowing full well that Sleepy Creepy is going to break down and piss his pants and shit on the stage at some point. That’s how fucking ruthless the Clintons and their Mafia are. I’ll let you know what my preferred strain is once I win the bet.

Update June 5th, 2020: Riots, and Looting, mostly by the inserted “Rioters/Looters” brought in by the busloads. The REAL protesters have been trying their best to keep their protest non-violent, and in many situations, the honest folks/protesters with integrity are stopping many of the “Hired-for-Pay Outsiders” and turning them over to the police. Watch for the “Shell Game” that’s going on, and who will be on the Democratic Ticket before November.

WAKE UP SHEEPLE!

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“FREE FREE JULIAN ASSANGE!”

It was around 1:45 AM here, Monday morning February 24^th 2020 10:45 AM in the UK, and I happened to click on the “Live” broadcast by SPUTNIK at HM Prison Belmarsh, where there are scores of people protesting in support of Julian Assange. Tuned in “Stoned”. I have to say, when I say, “Tuned In”, I mean REALLY “Tuned In”, as I felt transported there, like magically, walking along in the crowd, replacing the camera’s lens, with my eyes.

I chanted along with the crowd “Free Free Julian Assange! Free Free Julian Assange! Free Free Julian Assange! Free Free Julian Assange! Blowing that whistle along with that dude, in beat with the chant. Sang along with that dude with the guitar, “All we are saying, is give Julian a chance”. The dude with the really loud megaphone actually had the crowd listening to his unscripted speech for minute or two, then he ran out of unrehearsed things to say, hahahaha. Then the live stream stopped (on farcecrap), so, I went to look for another source of this Sputnik broadcast on the internet.

Found it on Sputnik’s website. I’m back to protesting, this a fun trip to the UK, and it didn’t cost me a penny thanks to my Ensenada Sunrise. I didn’t hear a single person yelling, “LOCK HIM UP! LOCK HIM UP! LOCK HIM UP! ” (maybe because he’s already locked up?). Great place to meet chicks. Kudos to Sputnik for the excellent camera work/coverage of this protest. Great video shots of Julian’s father, John Shipton, holding a small sign that read, EXPOSING WAR CRIMES IS NO CRIME.

Today’s protests outside Belmarsh Prison are in support of the founder of Wikileaks, Julian Assange as authorities hold an Extradition Hearing today February 24^th 2020.

Just in case there are a few people reading this that have just awakened from a long coma, from Wikipedia: Julian Assange was allegedly investigated by the Eastern District of Virginia grand jury for computer-related crimes committed in the U.S. in 2012. His request for asylum was granted and he remained a resident in the Ecuadorian Embassy in London since 2012. In 2019, an indictment from 2017 was made public following the termination of his asylum status and the subsequent arrest by the Metropolitan Police of UK in London. According to the indictment, Assange was accused of conspiracy to commit computer intrusion in order to help Chelsea Manning gain access to privileged information which he intended to publish on Wikileaks. This is a less serious charge in comparison to those leveled against Manning, and carries a maximum sentence of five years with a possibility of parole.

Assange was arrested on 11 April 2019 by the London Metropolitan Police for failing to appear in court and now faces possible extradition to the US. His arrest caught media attention, and news of it went viral on social media, especially on Twitter and Facebook as it involved the possibility that the founder of Wikileaks and its editor-in-chief would be brought back to the US to face trial. Assange himself does not consent to extradition to the US, in an ongoing move to prevent this from happening. On 23 May 2019, a grand jury added 17 espionage charges related to his involvement with former US Army intelligence analyst Chelsea Manning, thus bringing a total of 18 federal charges against Assange in the US. On 15 July 2019, documents revealed that Assange had used the Ecuadorian embassy to meddle in the 2016 US Presidential election and had met with Russian and various hackers from around the world to do so.

Let’s face it folks, Julian Assange is not a fucking spy, he’s a political prisoner. He is a journalist who had the guts to expose the evil shit the fucking USA and other asswipe countries have been doing in the Middle East and other places around the world.

All I can say is JUSTICE IS COMING! To all the war criminals still living, there is not rock big enough for you to hide under. You shall be arrested, tried, convicted, and punished for your crimes against humanity.

For everyone that seeks real justice in this world, you must ORGANIZE/ Otherwise all of our protesting and other activities is “Useless as Wings on a Penis”.

WAKE UP SHEEPLE!

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Death Collector – 1976

DEATH COLLECTOR – 1976 (original released title with Joe Cortese on the cover, released again as “Family Enforcer” sometime after, with Joe Pesci on the cover, it would be interesting to know when it was re-released with Pesci’s photo because Cortese was the “Lead Actor”. I would love to see both their original contracts.

Neighborhood kid goes to work for the Mafia as a debt collector.

Director: Ralph De Vito

Writer: Ralph De Vito (Not related to Danny De Vito)

Stars: Joe Cortese, Joe Pesci, Frank Vincent

This is a “Quickie” for me, a short “bulleted” review, because It didn’t take me six hours to watch an hour and 25-minute movie. It’s an interesting cast, with a much younger Joe Pesci, and Joe Cortese, who back then had a sort of Robert DeNiro look about him, but today, at least I assume that his IMDb photo is recent, he look’s like a twin brother to Joe Pesci so much, for a second I thought that IMBD had made a mistake and got the photos mixed up, i/e/. that it WAS Joe Pesci for a second or two, then I recognized the difference and realized that it WAS Joe Cortese 44 years later, hahahahaha, I was 28 years-old when this film came out. Frank Vincent was in this, but I swear, I did not recognize what character he played, as I only remember him from his later years. So, it’s the three acters that I listed above that had any impact on me, well, no, really only two acters. I included Frank Vincent in my list of “Stars” just because I did not recognize him, and the fact that I’ve seen him in so many of his roles in films in his later years. Look at fairly recent photo (he died in 2017), after you have watched the movie, and be honest, did you recognize him in the movie?

So, here’s my “Bulleted” review:

Some of the “hits” (shootings) are actually pretty raw (and funny).
The “Lounge Singer” AND the entire scene involving the Lounge Singer beginning around 56 minutes into the movie is hilarious!
“STOP WITH THE FRICKIN’ PEANUTS!! I’m laughing my ass off right now! (it could be the weed).
AWESOME FUCKING MOVIE!
“YOU’RE A FUCKIN’ PIMP! “YOU’RE A FUCKIN’ PIMP! “YOU’RE A FUCKIN’ PIMP! ……long pause…..”I’m sorry you feel that way” (sheepishly).
The on-foot-running-walking, “Chase Scene” is superbly written, I almost have to say, “Choreographed” because it’s written, directed, and filmed so well.
Best “Death by Shotgun Blast” scene, that I have EVER seen!
Beginning at 1:20:51 the subtle change of expression, through all his thoughts, like thinking about his buddies that were killed, to a look of, “Fuck you, you fucking asshole” as he walks away. The transition of his emotions was so well acted, you could almost read his thoughts. THAT bit of acting surely should have been an Oscar opportunity for Cortese, in my opinion.
When the “Good Guy” (if the main character can be called “good”), is killed, it puts ALL other Mafia hits/killings to shame, including the “Saint Valentines Day Massacre” or anything in all of the Godfather movies combined.
I absolutely LOVE the ending scene, the way it was an almost an exact duplicate of the opening scene of the movie.
It was interesting that the Mafia Captain or boss, whatever the fuck he was, had to “Witness/See”, the body being dumped out in a remote area of marshy remoteness of New Jersey, interesting. Like, wanting to make sure the dude was dead, just in case NOT seeing the actual body would give him the heebie-jeebies?
Final Thought: Good movie, not great, but good. I was entertained, actually laughed at some parts. I would recommend it as one of those Friday nights at home, by yourself because nobody loves you, kind of movie, or, as in my case because I’m 71 years old, retired, have not TV cable or satellite dish so I watch YouTube movies a few time a week because I have nothing to do, and I’m so far off-the-grid where I live that it would be a real trip for me to visit a local cantina for my extracurricular activity when I’m not writing.

Here’s a few photos of the two Joes:

Here’s a photo of Frank Vincent. I challenge you to figure out which character he played in the movie:

Here’s a shot of the DVD cover with the title change and Pesci’s face (had to be the producer’s decision to do a re-release to DVD many years later, using Joe Pesci’s face on the cover because he certainly was more known then Joe Cortese by that time, i e., DVD time).

Thanks for reading my review. I hope you enjoyed my “Super-Review” and I hope you enjoy the movie as much as I did. Here’s the “Link” to the movie, different title (had to insert a new link because the original link is no longer available:

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“Slightly”

Every now and then, I’ll stray away from my serious writing and just post funny thoughts, like here. I was listening to a podcast tonight and someone used the word “Slightly” in what I thought, was a funny/strange way. That lead me to ponder the word for about 37 seconds and then I wrote the following, which has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Epstein is really not dead.

“Slightly” a funny word. You’re hanging out at the water cooler at work hoping that Susie, that spinner 13 cubicles over from you, will get thirsty and come to get a glass of water to water all the plants she has in her cubicle. So, you are briefly talking to another dude at the water cooler. “Ya man, I got slightly stoned last night. It took me 6 hours to watch an hour and 45-minute porno on my laptop”.

That’s like finally meeting Susie face-to-face, i.e., close up at the water cooler. As she approaches, you hear the tail-end of a conversation between Susie and another babe as they were both walking towards the water cooler, talking. So, Susie is responding to Alicia regarding Allison, another co-worker who had been “dating (fucking)” the owner’s son, “OMG, I heard that she’s slightly pregnant”. You are either pregnant or not pregnant.

There’s no “slightly” in the concept of pregnancy, and you are either “Stoned”, or completely sober, cannabis free.

You don’t say, “That asshole slightly hurt my feelings”. How about, “She slightly swallowed when I came”. Or, “That house slightly burned to the ground”. How about, once you and Susie have met, you agree to meet after work at a local bar, and she “slightly”, sat on your face that night at her apartment. She either sat on your face, or not.

This post tonight has either been funny to you, or not funny at all, It can’t be “Slightly” funny. Hahahahahahaha

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Bang!….BangBangBangBangBANG!!!

This is a short film, 7 to 10 minutes long, and it describes a scenario depicting the use of guns that can be viewed in either a positive or negative manner, depending on your particular persuasion. The film is appealing to both the Pro-Gun NRA types AND the Anti-Gun lobby, and can be interpreted both ways, pro and con. Location is a scruffy, but comfortable “beer only” bar in Any Town, USA.

It’s Karaoke night at the “Golden Nugget”. The regular patrons in this bar know each other, some are real friends or co-workers during the day. This dude Bob, a local long-time patron of the bar is being summoned by the KJ to sing, (right after the last 45 seconds of someone’s rendition of “Betty Davis’ Eyes”).

Another 60 seconds of the camera taking a quick 5 cent tour of the bar, including where we see Bob sitting at the head of the two rows of old theatre chairs facing each other out on the heated “Smoking Patio”. “Hey Bob, you’re up next” someone informs Bob.

The patio was great. Usually the seats were all filled with smokers, all 14 of them whenever Bob was there because the bar was always packed on Karaoke nights. Most of Bob’s time was spent on the patio on nights when there was no entertainment, like Karaoke.

On the two Karaoke nights, Wednesdays and Saturdays Bob would split his time equally between the bar, and the “Smoking Patio”, primarily because he really enjoyed, and appreciated everyone who sang. He would always complement the singers when they were finished singing with high-fives and fist-bumps.

On the occasion when Bob happened to stop by once in a blue moon on non-entertainment nights, he would spend all his time on the patio where he sort of “Held Court”, being he was an older gentleman who had been around the block a few more times than the average bar patron.

The stories that Bob would tell, and good sound advice when someone asked for it, and a common sense approach to helping someone having a difficult time with a serious issue, like depression or PTSD. This was Bob, always a caring and thoughtful person. All the regulars loved to listen to his many stories and sometimes his occasional off-color jokes and bits of wisdom.

“Okay folks, let’s give a warm welcome to Bob”. Shot of the stage, as Bob begins singing “My Way”. As he is singing, the camera switches to another camera, panning the bar, with bar-stools, tables and chairs.

All the regular bar patrons LOVE it when Bob sings, all the talking stops as everyone intently listens whenever Bob sings. Even the people from the heated “Smoking” patio have come in the rear door to listen to Bob.

Bob ALWAYS does only one or two songs on Karaoke night, he always ends his night of entertaining his friends by singing “My Way”. Sometimes that’s the only song he sings.

As Bob begins singing, a camera now focuses on a table at the back of the bar, zooming slowly until the shot is focused on this one dude, with an emotionless, blank stare, staring at Bob. For this “story treatment”, we call him, the “Emotionless Dude”.

Bob’s has finished singing, and of course the entire bar is clapping and cheering, because he ALWAYS knocks his songs out of the park, especially “My Way”. After Bob has finished singing, we see him as he makes his way through the bar and the “high-fives” and “fist-bumps”, towards the back, and the “Smoking Patio”.

Ending scene is on the “Smoking Patio”. The dude that had sat there emotionless while Bob was singing, has just walked into the patio area from the bar and directing his comments to Bob says loudly, “How dare you sing that Frank Sinatra song. No one is allowed to pretend they are the great, (may he rest in peace), Frank Sinatra”. After his brief and angry statement which had silenced all of the various conversations on the patio, “Emotionless Dude” walked out the screen door leading to the back-parking lot assumedly, to leave the bar. Bob shrugs his shoulders.

The conversations had stopped. Bob says to his friends, “Well, I WAS going to tell him that I KNEW that Frank would not have been upset at my singing that particular song, because I’m probably the ONLY person in the world that unknowingly sang that song for him nearly forty years ago. You all have heard me tell the story before, you know, that time that I was at a large private party in Las Vegas when I sang “My Way”, and when I had finished the song, I noticed Frank standing outside one of the doors on the back wall, clapping and nodding his head in approval”.

Right at the end of Bob’s brief story, the “Emotionless Dude” comes walking back in from the back-parking lot, levels a 12-Gauge shotgun at Bob’s head, pulls the trigger. Bob’s head is gone. His body is still sitting upright, but his head is gone, (picture really gruesome, bloody hole and shoulders where is head was sitting just a second ago.

Not even a split-second later, responding to this threat before them, in slow motion, we see five men and two women pulling their pistols out and shooting Bob’s assassin. The last bang, is a BIG BANG, because one patron had pulled out one of those shotgun pistols, you know, the kind of pistol that shoots a shotgun round. So, the first four bangs are ALMOST simultaneous with two of the bangs, blasting out simultaneously, and at the end of this rapid barrage of gunfire, one BIG BANG.

The heated “Smoking Patio” is now filled with gun smoke, after that one second barrage of gunfire, so from that day forward the patio became known as, “The Smoking Gun” patio.

Oh, and that shotgun pistol that I mentioned earlier, it took “Emotionless Dude’s” head clean off and the slow motion instantly transforms into regular timing, as we see the “Emotionless Dude’s” body fall, out of camera view, revealing on the wall behind him, a framed photo of our great friend Bob, singing the National Anthem at Dodger Stadium, 40 years earlier (slow zoom in on Bob, and his signature, and the date the photo was taken).

Concluding thoughts:

Anti-Gun argument with this video. “See, if we had stricter gun laws, Bob would still be alive today”. Which is bullshit as even with the strictest gun laws possible, the “Emotionless Dude” would have found a gun somehow, just like all the criminals do ANYWAY.

Pro-Gun argument using this video. The nutso dude is dead. We saved the taxpayers hundreds of thousands of dollars in the legal machine/process and a lifetime of feeding this asshole in prison. Statement from Julie, one of the patio shooters, “We are only sorry that the piece of shit that murdered Bob, pulled the trigger one fucking nanosecond before we pulled the triggers on our guns and took him down. I’m still glad that I had my little pistol with me”.

I first was accepted into the NRA, (actually got a card for a life-time membership), in 1955. I was seven-years old. Before obtaining my “Life-Time” membership in the NRA, I had to take two classes, both on gun safety, and pass a combination written/verbal test. That’s the only “credential” that I feel is necessary for me to say that if you want a reliable common-sense answer to the “Gun Control” issue, talk to me, (or just write my name in for POTUS, I’ll straighten a bunch of shit out after I’ve been sworn in.)

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Review of the movie, The Drift – Award Winning UK SCI-FI Movie (2014)

Twenty years after the catastrophic Dark Wave damaged every faster-than-light crystal, leaving thousands of ships stranded and drifting, a small salvage vessel arrives at a spaceship graveyard. But the crew soon discover that not everything on this Drift is dead, and as the objective changes from salvage to survival, it emerges that one crew member has a secret agenda. Written by Darren Scales

This review started as just a few “Private Messages” to my son on farce-crap yesterday afternoon as I often send him “links” to movies on YouTube that I feel are worthy of sharing. I say “Yesterday”. Because it took me ten hours to watch this movie and another half-hour afterwards to finish writing my review.

To my son @ 6:21 PM: Two Things about this movie: 1) You have to concentrate like hell to understand THEIR English, and 2) You have to be stoned to understand THEIR English, otherwise, it’s a great space movie.

To my son @ 6:29 PM: Actually, that movie that I just sent you is pretty fucking funny! I’ve been laughing my ass off because the more stoned I get, the more difficult it is becoming to understand their fucking English! It may as well be fucking Chinese! Because I can’t understand a fucking word they are saying right now!

To my son @ 6:41 PM: This is a good movie so far, if only Spielberg could remake this movie in English. Oh, I forgot, it IS in English! Hahahahahahaha

It’s now 9:45 PM

To my son @ 9:45 PM: I have been working on my “Review” since 6:21 when I first sent you that message, hahaha, and I still haven’t finished the fucking movie yet hahahaha

Okay, here’s the rest of my review.

About mid-way through now, and for about 3 minutes and 47 seconds or so, I could very clearly understand what the fuck they were saying because they were speaking English…..then it went back to Chinese again, so I stopped to write this down, laughing to myself because I was thinking, shit, I haven’t done one of these extensive movie reviews in a long time, at least a month or so, hahaha, this might end up being an all-nighter again. My last movie review took me 7 hours to watch an hour and a half film, hahaha.

This movie took me 8 hours to watch and complete my review because a little bit past the mid-way point in the film, I was too stoned to continue watching the movie so I went to bed.

So, now back to my review. Well, that was a three-hour break. I really WAS going to go to bed because of the relaxed state of mind the weed had put me in, but as I sat here thinking about it for a few minutes, I looked at the clock and it was only 6:57 PM, so I spent the next three hours creating a new Meme which I HAVE to include with my review here, with the majority of my time on farce-crap doing utility posting and “chatting” with someone. So, back to the movie because my last hit on the bong was three hours ago, so I’m good to go.

Really suspense-filled at about 34 or 35 minutes in, two of the salvage crew are watching like a “ships diary” video from some past time before when there was havoc for the first time. Then a few minutes later, a scene where the “thing” appears on the scene for the first-time wreaking havoc. We finally get to see what the “thing” is at 55:18 seconds. Funny, a human looking person that is possibly just gone “Mad” because of his six years on an abandoned cargo spacecraft that was hit by an asteroid or something and blew apart in large sections. Expecting a creature ala the “Alien” monster that spits acid, instead we get a mad human-looking creature, WITH an Velociraptor (taken directly from Jurassic Park) sounding guttural sound when it gets going, doing its thing.

I must say, the screenplay is well written, so far, because even though I can’t understand what they are saying half the time, I find myself entertained enough to just sit back now and watch the movie.

Suspense? Yes, but there’s a spot where they try to inject suspense with the changes to the background music/noise and level, where she yanks the keys on a teenie key-chain off from around the skeleton’s neck, and it just doesn’t work, as a “suspenseful” moment. Key chain courtesy of any convenient store in the neighborhood at that time.

On the film’s timer, at about 1 hour, 18 minutes, and 0 seconds in, until one hour 19 minutes and 16 seconds when the chick kills him, one of the main characters does his best “Tom Cruise” impression, you can ALMOST see Cruise doing that whole scene. Funny!

The bad dudes are sort of “Zombie-Like” Flesh Eating/Cannibals.

The female lead has a good zombie-killing scene right about the 1 hour, 29 minutes and 0 seconds in on the film’s timer.

In all, out of an original crew of about eight or so, the last two dudes and the child survives and somehow are able to take off in their little spacecraft. The woman sacrifices herself, after a kiss, staying on board the abandoned, “Cannibal-Infested” cargo ship. The end.

P. S. Overall, good movie because of the script and the special effects. For the most part, the overall acting was okay as well. Except for the foreign language issue, I recommend this movie. Just joking about the foreign language thing, it WAS in English after all.S. We find out at the end of the movie that the secret in the “Crystal” is the faster-than-the-speed-of-light scenario, and I quote one of the survivor dudes, “Incredible! Six months to get there, and six seconds to get back” (with a view of Earth as they approach it).

P. S. S. The final ending second is one of those, “Try to guess what happens next”, because that’s all you can do, is guess. Good ending.

Here’s the “Link”:

https://youtu.be/f3XjJWqSNDg?list=PLeSK8oZavDZksbefTHmqNde2-mTfudNFQ

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READ THIS PEOPLE, THE DUDE IS JUST PLAIN FUCKING NUTS!! THAT’S ALL THERE IS TO IT!!!!!

This is an excerpt from an article on the SALON website by Chauncey Devega on September 12, 2017

Harvard psychiatrist Lance Dodes: “Donald Trump is a sociopath and a very sick individual”. “The best diagnosis for Trump is that he is a malignant narcissist. It contains the narcissistic part, which is no big deal alone — lots of people are narcissistic — but the malignant part is the sociopathy dimension. These terms suggest that Trump is a very primitive man. He is also a man who has a fundamental, deep psychological defect. It is expressed in his inability to empathize with others and his lack of genuine loyalty to anyone. You will notice that Trump wants everyone to be loyal to him, but he is loyal to nobody”.

The problem for the American people, AND the rest of the world, there’s NOT a FUCKING thing that we can do about it, (or is there?).

Read the entire article, and share it! PLEASE, this article needs to go viral, for us, and the rest of the world. For our peace of mind!

Just click on this link: https://www.salon.com/2017/09/12/harvard-psychiatrist-lance-dodes-donald-trump-is-a-sociopath-and-a-very-sick-individual/?fbclid=IwAR2fGMzkSId_z3ZebQ7ZuI5VybB6QBkRT6Y6ccQiFrl_aPVKMZbX_Nr1zuU

Scene from an upcoming fictional “block-buster” movie (or perhaps it really COULD happen):

Scene takes place in an underground bunker somewhere in Montana? Mexico? IDK, gotta think about it.

It’s March 5th, 2023, and the entire planet has been devastated by Nuclear War that took place on December 7th, 2020, (a day that will live in infamy) which only lasted for a little over 12 hours. Most of the major cities and metropolitan areas all over the planet have been turned to radioactive ruins and dust. The isolated pockets of humanity that ARE left, think that THEY are the only survivors because contact between these small pockets of humanity have yet to communicate with each other.

As the camera, which began as a global shot of a still-smoldering Earth, slowly zooming in on the North American Continent, then getting closer and closer, slowly zooming in on Montana (or Baja), then continuing to slowly zoom, pans in on an area of ground that has some large ventilation shafts sticking out of the ground, then the same, single camera zooms through a ventilation shaft into the bunker, where a family of four is sitting having dinner, and where we now hear the conversation between a father and his son.

“Tell me that story again, Daddy, you know the one about the crazy man”, Billy says to his Father. “Well, son, it all started with our last President, Donald “The Crazy Fuck” Trump, as we all called him. The signs were all there, telling not only the doctors and such, but the fact is, we ALL knew that he was nuts. Nobody did a Goddamned thing about it. The Democrats tried hard, even impeached his ass, but the Republicans were just too fucking afraid to do anything about it. Now, Dad suspects that the Nuclear Device that wiped out Mar-a-Lago and everything within a hundred mile radius in Florida, after that dude Bernie actually defeated Mr. Trump in the November 2020 election, was what we called a “False Flag” back then, Everyone felt that the lunatic was going to use it as an excuse to go to war with Iran. But Noooooo, a month later, Trump, the crazy fuck that he was, pushed the Big Red Button and our entire collection of Nukes hit Russia, the Middle East, and China, and of course, once the Chinese and the Russians saw the trajectories of our missiles, they launched theirs. Twelve hours later, we had to assume that the world was pretty much, gone, but I still think we are going to find some other survivors, just like us Billy. The last radio broadcast that we received here in our bunker was someone on NPR in December of 2020 saying that 135 major cities and metro areas around the world were gone……….but, there IS hope……”

WAKE UP SHEEPLE!

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s ALL about COMMUNICATING!

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

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

ATTENTION!!

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

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

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

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

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

ATTENTION!!

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

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

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

P. S. “8”: Last five words, and I DID spit my coffee out, all over the couch I was laughing so fucking hard! “FISTING TENT!!!” and “ACCEPTABLE BONER TUESDAY!!!!” (and this was at 5:39 AM for me. Ensenada time)

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

June 18th, 2019 – Joe Rogan Experience #1313 – Duncan Trussell

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

WAKE UP SHEEPLE!

P.S. If you seriously think that all the various methods of “collecting” and “Counting/Tabulating” your “Votes” are “legitimate” without any mistakes or fucking outright fraud, then you are unknowingly being “Gamed” and are what we refer to as “SHEEPLE”.

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

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

WAKE UP SHEEPLE!

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

WAKE UP SHEEPLE!

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

Concluding thoughts:

WAKE UP SHEEPLE!

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

READ THIS PEOPLE, THE DUDE IS JUST PLAIN FUCKING NUTS!! THAT’S ALL THERE IS TO IT!!!!!

Scene from an upcoming fictional “block-buster” movie (or perhaps it really COULD happen):

WAKE UP SHEEPLE!

June 18^th, 2019 – Joe Rogan Experience #1313 – Duncan Trussell