“Here kitty kitty kitty”………… “Where’s my sister you big asshole?”

And now, a short story. In the small town of Golden Hairball, Oklahoma, there’s an old museum. In a bullet-proof glass case, in the center of the main entrance lobby, sits a very strange, yet very interesting object. This object is called, “Golden Hairball and Silver Needle”. When you push the play button the lights in the case flare up, as the song, “Silver Thread and Golden Needles, cannot mend this heart of mine”, as sung by Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn, and Tammy Wynette, starts playing.

As the story goes, this Golden Hairball and Silver Needle were supposedly used to sew together the pieces of human skin that made up the underwear/diaper of the great God Pandorkio , who descended from Elk River in Minnesota on a flying rabbi’s foot.

The elders of Golden Hairball, Oklahoma, those who had lived there all their life, some for more than eighty years, all say the same thing, that the museum centerpiece, the Golden Hairball the town was named after, had been there before them, and before their great-grandmother’s great-grandmothers, grandfather’s mother.

Whose skin was it, and where did the Golden Hairball come from? Of course the human skin part was just an old wives tale, since no one had ever seen the underwear/diaper that was supposed to have been worn by the dude called Pandorkio. The hairball was intriguing however. It sure looked like real 24K gold. Really thin hair, but a huge hairball looking ball of it, about two feet in diameter, and glistening gold.

Did some ancient culture spin that hairball material into thread or yarn? Imagine having a pair of socks knitted out of this stuff. Shit! Imagine if these ancient people really did think some dude was a god, but he shit his pants all the time, so they made him the underwear/diaper out of human sacrificed skin (just the buttocks skin) sewing it together with the Golden Thread, made from the Golden Hairball, using that particular, magical Silver Needle?

What’s with the Dolly, Loretta and Tammy shit? Perfect! I couldn’t have come up with a better song.  I’m sure they were laughing as hard as I am right now when they thought of it. Hahahahaha. I actually own, the world’s ONLY Golden hairball, which I will someday take a photo of, and put on my blog site, under “Credentials”. Along with my Doctorate of Dudeology and my Ordination Certificate from “The Church of the Later Day Dude”.

I’ve seen some strange shit before, but this Golden Hairball and Silver Needle, in Golden Hairball, Oklahoma takes the Blue Ribbon, that’s for sure. Back in the day, I wonder how the individual or individuals, assigned the task of washing Pandorkio’s underwear, got the stains out. The ancient ones didn’t have Clorox Bleach in those days.

Anyway, if you happen to be traveling through Oklahoma, stop off of County Road 18 in Washita County and drive north on Highway 7 until you get to the town of Golden Hairball. Tell them I sent you, and you’ll get a free cat, including the cat’s hairballs, when you visit the museum.

Now today’s thoughts on sphincter muscle usage. You have to pass a very stringent “Sphincter Muscle” test when training to become an Astronaut. Think about it. In space, you are weightless, including that turd that you are struggling to pinch off with no gravity assist. If you can successfully pinch one off in a simulated gravity-less environment, you are good to go, to space that is.

Plus, the Space Toilet has a suction action to it to help you when you are pinching one off, and also to prevent that six inch turd from floating back out of the toilet when you stand up. I suppose you could try to play “Outer Space” ping-pong with a little turd, after all, there’s no gravity (it would have to be a semi-hard turd however). Where does all the crap go when they flush? Does it just float around in space forever? No, they bring it back to Earth in a bag, go figure. Curious. Do Astronauts masturbate in space? Do they save their sperm when they cum? For scientific research of course.

For all of the patriots out there. I have nothing but awe and respect for the men and women of our armed forces. We all appreciate your sacrifices you have made, and continue to make for our great nation.

But, and this is a BIG BUT, if you are currently serving in a war zone, or any zone for that matter, and you get a kick out of throwing little kittens or puppies in the air for target practice, you are a seriously fucked up asshole.

In other words, “You are NOT, a Moon Crater”. Think about how fucked up you are dude, and seek help. Yes folks, there are SOME serving our country that are bat-shit fucking crazy.

That’s why I’m against war in general, and think that as humans, we are going through a very tough phase in our evolution.

Most of us dream of a world free from war and violence, starvation and neglect, hoping that one day, someone will wave a magic wand, or descend from the sky, and make our lives pure and innocent. The truth is, you can do that now, by giving YOUR good karma an opportunity to prove the world IS worth loving and caring for one another, and NOT throwing that kitten in the air and pulling the trigger.

Hate, Bigotry, Prejudice, Selfishness, Unforgiveness and overall Evil, are all in the Bad Karma camp. Think about it. Practice the opposite every day. Let the Good Karma become part of your life.

 

I’m not talking about mankind’s concepts, philosophies, and practice of religions, to each his or her own, and all their combined rituals. No matter how religious and pious you are, if you still have an ounce of bad karma left in you, you are still one fucked up dude or dudette.

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

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Some immediate needs. On a volunteer basis for now, we need a WEBMASTER who can work on the ITAD-NAO website, we need a person skilled in “Crowd-Funding” and “Director of Charitable Giving”, we need an attorney to help in the legal matters for ITAD_NAO, including setting us up as a tax-exempt “Church”, we need a Certified CPA to insure the financial integrity of the ITAD-NAO organization, we need a “Chief of Security”, we need a film-maker, first for YouTube, eventually for larger platforms, plus a few other positions. We believe that somewhere down the road, a Billionaire will step up to the plate and write a check for $50 Million or so, which will turn those volunteer positions into paid positions.

 

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    “The Creature from the Black Lagoon”, and instead of Tupperware parties, how about………Wait for it……… “BongDong” parties, Hahahahahahaha

    Continue reading “The Creature from the Black Lagoon”, and instead of Tupperware parties, how about………Wait for it……… “BongDong” parties, Hahahahahahaha

    “Out of sight, out of mind?, No. Out of sight, out of your fucking mind!”, or “You’ve got to be kidding me, you didn’t fucking know what Aleppo is?”, and “Doc, why do I have this sudden urge to fuck my Refrigerator?”

    A post for people who have lost memories, forgotten healthy patterns in their life, and things we call, Executive Management Skills, due to a stroke or major brain trauma. EMS, “Executive Management Skills” is a term first used by my shrink during my first session with her. It includes simple things, as well as major things in your life.

    Simple things like, vacuuming your carpet, or washing the dishes. If you have had a traumatic brain injury or a stroke, and you are going through the recovery and healing process, and you haven’t seen a shrink, I highly recommend that you give it a whirl. It has had a tremendously positive effect on me as I continue to recover from my stroke (July 2015).

    I can say that I have probably needed therapy for years, regardless of having three strokes. At 68 years young, I’m finally seeing a shrink. Good thing. It’s extremely important for you, if you decide to “talk” to a therapist,  to find the right kind, and find the therapist that you recognize, is helping you with your issues, whatever those issues might be.

    My first “Session” was a huge mistake. The doctor was just a pill pusher, even though he did have a “couch” in his office. I had my suspicions as I sat in the lobby waiting area along with 20 other “patients”. The average “session” seemed to be lasting about two minutes, as “patients” were getting called in to see the “Doctor”, (to get their prescriptions refilled).

    When it was my turn, I sat on the couch, and within a minute, the “Doc” was writing me a prescription, explaining, “Oh, I don’t do “Talk” therapy. I’m not here to tell you how crazy you are, but I will give you a prescription for some Valium or Xanax, if you need some”. I said no thanks. I already get my prescriptions from my PCP (Primary Care Physician). I think I was in his office for less than two minutes.

    Yes, he was a MD doctor, specializing in psychiatry. He was NOT a therapist  (shrink). I looked for two more months to find a therapist that was covered by my Medicare. I am so glad that I found Dr. Pawtucket. Not only is my one hour a week with her covered by my Medicare and supplemental health insurance coverage, she really is helping me.

    So, yes, find someone that DOES talk therapy, and you know is helping you. If at first you don’t succeed, try another therapist, i.e., if you just don’t like him or her, seek out or ask for another therapist.

    During my first session, Dr. Pawtucket, mentioned that some people DO have strokes in the area of the brain that is responsible for what she called, our EMS, the part of the brain generally known as the decision making portion. In a second I will explain mine.

    A little commercial here. For my readers who have PTSD, or have had a major traumatic brain injury or stroke. I DO NOT smoke weed to get “High”, I use Cannabis because it really does have therapeutic qualities and outcome for me.

    I had a stroke in late July of 2015. In my MRI (Magnetic Resonance Imaging) results, the good doctors at the Mayo Clinic in Phoenix discovered two previously undetected strokes.

    Fuck undetected. I remember the second stroke. This discovery was just a month or two PAST the Minnesota Statute of Limitations for that type of medical malpractice lawsuit.

    I remember that previous, second stroke, because the emergency room doctor ordered a “Cat Scan” (Computed Tomography, fancy x-rays) NOT a MRI. After looking at the results, the doctor discharged me, sending me home, with a “Really Bad Migraine”. Duuuuuuuu! Had they done an MRI, they would have potentially found the “Infarction”, cerebral stroke in other words.

    Had they discovered that second stroke, perhaps they would have started me on a regimen of blood thinners or other methods or medicine to prevent the stroke I had last year. Yes, I would have had good cause for a lawsuit against that hospital, and that doctor.

    A cerebral infarction is the ischemic kind of stroke due to a disturbance in the blood vessels supplying blood to the brain. It can be atherothrombotic or embolic. Stroke caused by cerebral infarction should be distinguished from two other kinds of stroke: cerebral hemorrhage and subarachnoid hemorrhage. Cerebral infarctions vary in their severity with one third of the cases resulting in death.

     

    Back to my symptoms. For the past couple of months, I have been rediscovering little things, and big things, that the last stroke took from me. Last year, the doctors had suggested that I might experience something much different, but similar to what we all call, depression. This is a much different funk. I still have the traditional depression from time to time, you know, sleeping all day, attending your funk party by yourself.

    Political observation for the day: Not all politicians, political parties, political advisers, news pundits, and voters are stupid. On both sides of the fence, you do have some really really smart people. Some even have common sense. The problem is that SOME  of these smart ones are driven by really bad karma. Smart people still doing or saying really stupid things because of their bad karma. Which brings the thought, if you are the type of person that dwell in, and constantly dream up conspiracy theories, this election cycle may be ripe for 1963 type of incident. Too bad that we have evolved to this point, but you do have to admit that there are a lot of crazy folks out there that have the capacity to wish bad things upon the “other” candidates. And that is nothing new. People and organizations have been eliminating opposing individuals for thousands of years. I just think the atmosphere stinks right now, in other words, I smell a rat.

    So, back to what I lost due to last year’s stroke, and what I am regaining due to talk therapy with my shrink , Cannabis,  and…………..Wait for it…………..Writing! I know I’m repeating myself right now, as I have stated this in previous posts. Writing IS therapeutic for me, and can be therapeutic for you as well.

    Another commercial: This particular post was inspired directly from today’s therapy session with Dr. Brenda Pawtucket, PhD. (name changed until I get her permission to use her real name).

    I admit that I have been suffering from, (confirmed by tests), “Long Term Depression”, and of course, if you keep up with my blog, PTSD. Both of these I have been able to combat in a healthy way, most of my life.

    Forgiving my step-father was a major hurdle and a positive influence on my life, and my character, as a member of the human race. Secondly, I reckon that I have been fortunate most of my life that when dealing with my “normal” depression, I haven’t medicated myself, i.e., no illicit drugs.

    EXCEPT, there was a period in my life that I admit was an alcoholic haze. No, I wasn’t a medically diagnosed “Alcoholic”. I know what that is because my real father, Harold Saxe, WAS a real alcoholic. He eventually was beat to death by three other bums. Some dispute over a woman.

    That drinking period in my life was part of my being “Social”. I drank because everybody else was drinking. I sang because the bar had Karaoke. Hahahahaha. In reality, it was a kind of twisted form of therapy I subconsciously prescribed for my life.

    Of course I look back and realize that I was treating my depression with the wrong kind of pill, Booze. Fast forward to today. I love my “Virgin” White Russian concoction, (five foot one, 103 pounds) that I drink. I also had a weird experience with my favorite whiskey, Jameson.

    About six months ago, while on my first visit to see the kids after my February surgery, when the glass of Jameson over ice touched my lips, I got extremely ill, almost like an allergic reaction. I have stopped what had been, my occasional drink of hard liquor.

    I know sometimes I can get a little long-winded in my posts, so if you are one of those who like my writing, but find it a bit of a chore to read my posts when they are this long, take a break, go Google something else. Take a break, but please come back and finish reading.

    For those of you that got this far and you’re thinking, “When the fuck is this asshole going to shut up”, it’s okay, obviously my blog is not for you, so go in peace, abide. No harm, no foul. Go read your new issue of “Guns R Us”, or “how to fuck a sheep”. It’s amazing what you can find on the World Wide Web (Internet).

    I sought out a therapist first because I recognized that it MIGHT help, and secondly, because my children suggested it. At issue for me? Not your typical depression.  Since last year’s stroke, I really became a mess, literally.

    Prior to the stroke, I did things that normal people do. I vacuumed the house when it needed it. I kept a tidy, clean kitchen and bathroom, and bedroom, and living room, and office.

    In February of this year, while I was in the hospital for the life changing surgery, (you can read about it in previous posts), my daughter hired a HAZMAT crew (house cleaners) to come in and clean my home for me. Whoopee! That’s all I have to say about that, besides thanks to my daughter, her boyfriend, my best pal Phil, and the entire cleaning crew that came in and fixed me up with a clean house.

    Here’s my point, prior to last year’s stroke, I kept a fairly clean house, for a bachelor pad. Now, some would say that I just wasn’t motivated to keep my home clean. The issue was that I certainly wasn’t motivated to remove six months worth of trash from the spot next to me on the couch.

    Trash you ask? Candy bar wrappers (mostly Reese’s), empty Pringle’s potato chips cans, and every other kind of empty snack bags and containers you can think of. Every room in the house was a disaster area. I should have asked for FEMA money.

    I did not have this problem prior to my stroke, so if you are experiencing the same kind of issue in your life, it’s not your fault, and YES, you CAN blame it on you stroke, despite what your family may think. Recognizing the cause for your ailment, and it IS an ailment, will help you overcome it.

    Now, if you have had a stroke or traumatic brain injury and all of a sudden you have strong urges to fuck your refrigerator, you need a different kind of help. Were Pedophiles heads squeezed to hard coming down the birth canal? They genuinely are crazy fuckers. Who knows, might be something for neurologists to research. I know they have studied the brains of serial killers and crazies, why not take a look at other fucked up brains?

    So, besides the issues I have been experiencing, I discovered a few things that in fact, we’re very revealing to me. For instance, instead of keeping my candy and snacks besides me on the couch, a week ago I discovered that if I leave the three bags of Lindor’s Truffles on top of the fridge, they last a lot longer than one or two days. In fact, they lasted 8 days.

    Hence the title for this blog post, putting a snack or object out of sight, was to put it out of mind. Putting the Lindor’s on top of the fridge was putting it out of sight, therefore out of mind. When they were watching TV with me, they lasted two days at the most.

    Again, prior to my stroke, I ALWAYS left the goodies in the kitchen. Not just IN the kitchen, but in a kitchen cabinet or the refrigerator. Holy discovery! Not only will my snacks last longer, I’ll save money, and MAYBE lose some weight.

    Once in a while, I will get a hunger for ice cream. Since the stroke, when I do have my favorite,  Tillamook Oregon Strawberry, I have been putting a whole container of raspberries and lately, also cut-up strawberries on top of the ice cream.

    Without even thinking about it, when the berries were depleted, and 99% of the time the berries ran out before the ice cream, I would just finish the rest of the ice cream. Nothing wrong with that, eating an entire bowl of ice cream in one sitting, except you might gain weight, quicker.

    What did I do before the stroke you are thinking. If there was any ice cream left in the bowl, I put it in the freezer, always. Brainstorm? Nah, I just suddenly got back one of my Executive Management skills. I vacuumed the other day. For me, that was gaining back something my brain had somehow lost.

    Some would ask, “Why should I care about you vacuuming your fucking carpet?” My blog’s not for you, sorry. Go buy some new violent video games. Sharing my experience with people is bound to help someone. That’s one of the reasons why I write. To be a help or inspiration to others.

    So, as I continue on this journey of rehabilitation, I’m going to continue writing, AND sharing with you. Who knows, maybe I’ll one day have a Nationally Syndicated Radio Talk Show named, “The truth as I know it” or “Talk about it why don’t ya”.

    I’m sure as I’m sitting here now, someone out there in Internetland will not only appreciate my posts, but will actually feel the good karma I’m trying to spread. I already have had a few combat veterans write to me and tell me that my blog has had a positive influence on them, so skeptics, go masturbate or whatever.

    In other words, here’s my card. “You are NOT a Moon Crater”. Those of you who read my posts on a regular basis will know what I mean by, “Not, a Moon Crater”, Hahahahahahahhaa.

    I conclusion, we all know there are a lot of people out there that are NOT “Moon Craters”, of course we know they’re not “Angels” either. And to the Air Force Combat Veteran that I spoke with face to face today, I hope you get something positive from my blog, and thanks again for your service.

    One final thought. Writing. I keep harping on, suggesting, writing. Writing can be Religious or Spiritual, like “Now I lay me down to sleep…………”. Writing can be purely entertaining. Think about any book you have read recently that entertained you, (other then a XXX rated book on how to…….Wait for it…………”Raise” Sheep!. Writing can be purely informational, like reading your worn out Wall Street Journal because you really ARE the last person on the totem pole in your office, and management will not approve your WSJ subscription, and you are too fucking cheap to buy your own. So you get to pretend that you are an expert in your field, or a successful stock guru, as the 58th person to get this particular copy. Normal newspapers are both informational, and entertaining. Entertaining because of the cartoon section. Of course the Wall Street Journal ALSO can entertain, without a cartoon section. Your favorite stock just went up a zillion points and you came in your pants. Or you just like jacking off to the fucking Wall Street Journal. How fucking weird is that? Maybe you need to see a therapist Hahahahahahahhahaaa! Last is my kind of writing. My writing contains everything. Spirituality, (abide dude). Entertainment (funny captions?), Information, Yadayadayada. The best thing I feel my writing represents is the desire I have to help others via my writing.

    almost forgot:

    Strain: Baaaaaaaaa2, great shit, harvested March 10th, 2016

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

    Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE

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    Some immediate needs. On a volunteer basis for now, we need a WEBMASTER who can work on the ITAD-NAO website, we need a person skilled in “Crowd-Funding” and “Director of Charitable Giving”, we need an attorney to help in the legal matters for ITAD_NAO, including setting us up as a tax-exempt “Church”, we need a Certified CPA to insure the financial integrity of the ITAD-NAO organization, we need a “Chief of Security”, we need a film-maker, first for YouTube, eventually for larger platforms, plus a few other positions. We believe that somewhere down the road, a Billionaire will step up to the plate and write a check for $50 Million or so, which will turn those volunteer positions into paid positions.

     

    And now for an unpaid advertisement:

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

    TheDeadArmadilloManuscript102019

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      “Evolution of our Species”, and “What the Fuck did you just say?”

      FB groups. I create two Facebook groups earlier today. The first group is called, “Evolution of our Species”. NOTE: THESE GROUPS NO LONGER EXISTS AS FARCECRAP TOTALLY DELETED MY ORIGINAL PAGES/GROUPS IN AUGUST OF 2018. THE REPLACEMENT  IS NOW A GROUP CALLED “INSTITUTE FOR THE STUDY OF HUMAN EVOLUTION”.

      “Institute for the Study of Human Evolution” is a group dedicated to exposing/sharing the good shit and the bad shit that is or has, contributed to the evolution of the human species. Like the new technology that allows a dope addict, or someone addicted to an opium based drug, to get their “Fix” on a regular basis without using a needle or swallowing a pill, or sticking suppositories up your butt hole. An implant that gives them daily fixes “Doses” of their particular drug, as prescribed, and surgically inserted in the arm beneath your skin.

      Shuddderrred for a second, imagining a penile implant for dysfunction. Ouch! Perhaps discussions on what effect our “Inventions” have on the rest of the planet, i.e., species. Also what effect you might think a new philosophy, or idea, or whatever, might have on our evolution. The invention of gunpowder, or GMO’S?

      My first share to get things going, is the invention of the electric motorized “Hoverboard” compared to the old “Skateboard”. Today I saw a dude motoring down the sidewalk on his hoverboard, and I thought to myself, “At least with the skateboard, one leg got exercised”. LOL This invention has eliminated “Walking”, go figure.

      The other Group I created is named, “What the fuck did you just say?” ALSO NO LONGER EXISTS, DELETED BY FARCECRAP IN AUGUST OF 2018. THE REPLACEMENT “GROUP IS, “FLY FARTING? I DON’T HEAR YOU”.

      The following are comments as originally posted here in my article:

      “Is there a polite or Politically correct way to ask some dude if he’s a FAG? Fag, the word itself, is rude and disgusting at the same time. Why, you ask, do you even have to ask the dude if it’s obvious?

      You know without asking, don’t you? He’s got earrings in both ears, he’s wearing a pink shirt, and you can tell that he has just a little bit of lipstick and blush on. Of course you’re not talking about THAT dude, you are referring to that Macho Looking, Six Foot Four, must be a Professional Football Player dude over there on the dance floor with another dude.

      There is no polite or Politically Correct or……………….Wait for it, SAFE way to ask that “Silly” question, (as you wave your wrist in their direction). If you EVER see two dudes dancing, ANYWHERE, keep your big mouth shut! Especially if one of the dudes IS, a Macho Looking, Six Foot Four, 320 Pound, Just Looks Like He Could Be A, Football Player.

      Makes a whole lot of sense to keep your fucking mouth shut. Especially if you are straight, and you are just meeting some friends, at a Gay Bar. Certainly if you WERE, Gay, asking that question would never enter your mind, right?

      As for me, I’m a straight dude, have been for 68 (now 71) years so far, and I cannot recall one time in my life that I was prejudiced or bigoted towards any race, color creed, gender, or sexual orientation, except, and it’s a big EXCEPT, Pedophiles, sorry to a very small percentage of you out there with that affliction, I don’t like you, and if that sounds prejudiced, then so be it, because you are sick.

      There are a few other things that are beyond my comprehension and mental ability to embrace. Like people that are sexually promiscuous with animals. I don’t like what THEY do, but I’m not so prejudiced that I won’t sell some dude a birthday cake for his favorite sheep, if I were a baker. Baaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

      I’m not prejudiced against culture, philosophy or religious beliefs, and I have learned to tolerate stupid people. Now try to apply that to differences in skin color. There should be no conscious thought even entering your mind. Who cares what color my skin is?

      Obviously, there are a whole lot of people out there, millions and millions, of all skin colors, that think differently. Why would a person walk up to me and ask if I’m a “WHITE” dude? Why would I walk up to someone of color and ask if they were “AFRICAN AMERICAN? Or just African.

      The problem is that for a couple of hundred years, “White” man, thought the “Black” man was less than human, certainly not equal. So began the name calling. Use your imagination, because I am NOT going to dignify the bullshit names and titles we all have been calling each other.

      But to just finish by saying, as stupid as asking an LGBT person if they are gay or not, asking what color a person is……………is just as fucking stupid. Be kind to one another, ALL OTHERS, and abide.

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

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        How to eat Lindor’s Chocolate Truffles to the tune of the “Deafening Silence”, and asking Bill Clinton for his Drivers License

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        “Funny how a kiss stays on” has absolutely nothing to do with Potty Training

        I was spending some “Grandfatherly” time with my Grandson the weekend of his third birthday. He was in the early stages of his Potty Training, so like a loving grandfather, I told him that I would give him a dollar for every turd that he dropped in the toilet, instead of in his diaper. I thought, how much should that cost, couple of Turds a day for a few months? Couple hundred turds/dollars, no big deal, right?

        During a visit six weeks later, I asked my son if it was okay for me to remind Owen about the deal his Grandpa had made with him. The response was negative in that both parents had agreed NOT to use that type of psychology on their son. So I told my son that I agreed not to offer any more bribes for Turds.

        A minute later I had this hilarious thought, which of course I shared with my son. The thought? The image of my Grandson Owen coming to me in 20 years saying, “That’s  $687,429.00 you owe me Gramps, I counted every turd”.

        Quote for the day: “Funny how a kiss stays on”  Send me a comment if you think you know who said this without doing a google search.  I’ll post the answer in my next post along with the name of the winner. The first person to answer correctly will receive a…………….Prize that will also be revealed in my next post.

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

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        Monetary Donations to The International Tabernacle of Abiding Dudeism, ITAD-NAO are TAX-DEDUCTIBLE, (excluding Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Home-Made Venison Jerky, that’ll be our little secret)

        90% of your donations (except for the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and the Home-Made Venison Jerky) will go directly to verifiable sources that provide humanitarian aid around the world beginning with those legitimate groups that give aid to Palestine and the Palestinian people. Other immediate areas and causes that will receive financial support from ITAD-NAO will be legitimate groups that aid the people of Yemen, and other known areas around the world that are in crisis. In addition, ITAD-NAO will also contribute directly and indirectly to the needs right here in the good ole’ USA, like helping the Homeless, and the poorest of the poor achieve better stations in life.

        The remaining 10% will be used to maintain the ITAD-NAO Website once it is programmed and fully operational. In its final configuration it will be ENCRYPTED with an encrypted “Communication Suite” for Email, Texting and Video-Chatting. A significant part of the “Communications Suite” will be the ability to include 10 to 15 “Practitioners” (not Parishioners) in Conferencing in groups, and perhaps large convention-type assemblies via closed-circuit TV and the website portal. This is the #1 priority for ITAD-NAO.

        If any attorneys happen to read this, we do need your assistance to help with all the legal aspects that we need help with.

        If you happen to be a Millionaire or Billionaire and you feel inspired to help us financially, please contact us at your earliest convenience for an in-depth discussion on how we feel our organization can help change our world and it’s people in a very significant and positive way.

        If you happen to be a regular visitor to this website and you not only enjoy my writing but you are also “Like-Minded” with my concerns and my efforts, please “Click” on the PayPal “Donate” button below. It will take you to the ITAD-NAO PayPal donation form. One dollar, or 25 thousand dollars will be equally appreciated, AND used for ITAD-NAO project, and like was previously mentioned, your donation is 100% Tax-Deductible. (The Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and the Home-made Venison Jerky will be eaten by the ITAD-NAO staff).

        Thank you one and all,

        Some immediate needs. On a volunteer basis for now, we need a WEBMASTER who can work on the ITAD-NAO website, we need a person skilled in “Crowd-Funding” and/or “Director of Charitable Giving”, we need an attorney to help in the legal matters for ITAD_NAO, including setting us up as a tax-exempt “Church”, we need a Certified CPA to insure the financial integrity of the ITAD-NAO organization, we need a “Chief of Security”, we need a film-maker, first for YouTube, eventually for larger platforms, plus a few other positions. We believe that somewhere down the road, a Billionaire will step up to the plate and write a check for $50 Million or so, which will turn those volunteer positions into paid positions.

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

        TheDeadArmadilloManuscript111919

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

         

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          “Blame it on the Bossa Nova, and all the fucking idiots”, also, “Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing!”

          The woman crying out, “Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing! Stop the killing! was either the thunderous prayer that God will react to,  or that message in and of itself, that miraculously will begin a healing that spreads worldwide. For me, it was simple, yet brilliant, not subtle, but very strong.

          This world seems like it’s on a tragic course, no matter who’s God you worship. However, the evolution of our species, from cavemen with clubs, to that really cool secret Laser weapon orbiting our Planet Earth right now, is evolving where evolution unfortunately intends to be. Deadlier, and perhaps not smarter.

          SMARTER? I smelled it! I momentarily dealt it! We will evolve, or we will become extinct. Little Bunny Rabbits will inherit the earth! Maybe because no one will be here to turn them into semi-automatic weapons. Here in the good ole United States we can begin by starting the train to an eventual weaponless world. Wouldn’t that be nice? Couldn’t that be possible? Imagine a world without violence. A world without gun violence anyway.

          How about that Utopian world of love and peace? Evolution promises that will happen! If we as a species, continue down the wrong track, we will certainly perish. If we do survive, it will only be so if we Love, Forgive, Learn, and Evolve.

          Check out this recent post with some futurism thoughts:

          https://tcsblog.net/2016/07/06/the-day-before-bernie-or-trump-was-elected-i-saw-a-bright-flash-of-light-on-the-eastern-horizon-i-was-going-to-vote-for-bernie/

          I’m so glad I interfaced with other humans tonight on Facebook. It truly inspired me. I also have to give a little credit to that bowl I smoked three hours ago. I also give a lot of credit to Mrs. (I’ll insert her name here when I find it) for yelling, “Stop killing! Stop killing! Stop killing! on some news network on TV. Also on TV, that one dude was right today in saying something like, “it not about guns, it’s about attitudes”. Once we change (evolve) our attitudes, and I add, our spirits, we won’t NEED the guns anymore.

          Think about it. If you are a good “Christian” living in a gunless world, would you need a gun? Gandhi didn’t have or need one. I feel bad that he had to walk around barefooted all the time though. We may just wipe out our species with World War Three, but some will survive. And I will bet you it will be the Intelligent folk that survive, not the stupid ones. Also look at one of my previous posts wherein I share more of my Futurists thoughts https://tcsblog.net/2016/06/19/can-you-spot-mickey-mouse/

          Strain: “Sweat off Gandhi’s balls”, harvested “A Velly Velly long time ago”

          Gun enthusiasts may say, “You can take away my 30-Round clips, but you ain’t taking my AR-92”. The correct response is, “Keep the Bunny Rabbit, you can’t get bullets for that thing anyway”. If you are using the butt of your pistola for a hammer, make sure it’s not loaded. Wouldn’t that be cool if we evolved to the degree that we all thought a pistol WAS a hammer. Potty time

          Afterthought Title: Jesus at the Tittie Bar and the Dudeist Priest

          A Rabbi, a Catholic Priest, a Buddhist Priest, and an Atheist are all having drinks at a Tittie bar, I know I know, having a strong discussion about what really are, “The Wages of Sin” and the meeting really was at the bowling alley where the Muslim Amman and the Lutheran Minister were hot at it (bowling). In walks a Transvestite Jesus wearing a tattered old bowling shirt with a big “J” on it. Did I mention he walked thru the wall?

          In unison, the Catholic Priest, the Buddhist Priest, the local Butcher, the Muslim Amman and the Bar Tender, the Rabbi, the Atheist and the Lutheran Minister said, “We’re Fucked!”.

          The dude wearing a Dudeism T-shirt sitting at the back of the bar says, “Wow man, it’s Jesus! How abide is that? Come on in dude, I hope you brought you’re bowling ball with you! Hey Joe, give Jesus a Virgin Bloody Mary!”.

          Lastly, a few quotes from a dude

          “Innocence does not play with Madness for very long, Forgiveness does however” – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

          “You can consider a man wise until he opens his mouth to speak, then you listen, and reconsider your original consideration” – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

          “Intelligence tends to shy away from Stupidity. I don’t have many stupid friends, I’ve met a lot of stupid people however” – Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD

          We sometimes think it is hopeless and against all odds, but hey, we are part of the 99% against the 1% that currently have absolute control. We can and shall overcome the odds, but only if we truly ORGANIZE. Otherwise, we are all just as a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”.

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

          TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619

           

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

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

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