Sunday, June 29, 2014
Saturday, June 28, 2014
- Do not stand at my grave and weep
- I am not there. I do not sleep.
- I am a thousand winds that blow.
- I am the diamond glints on snow.
- I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
- I am the gentle autumn rain.
- When you awaken in the morning’s hush
- I am the swift uplifting rush
- Of quiet birds in circled flight.
- I am the soft stars that shine at night.
- Do not stand at my grave and cry;
- I am not there. I did not die.
Today, I lost my best friend. Stalked In Oklahoma is going down. Hard. Under constant electronic attack, she is also plagued with a psychotic husband who likes to walk around in the yard naked, wearing nothing but a dog collar and who torments her even more. He is a very poor excuse for a man. The poorest I can think of. She has broken off all communication, and so I check another one off the list. My heart aches for her, and there is nothing I can do. My feeling of helplessness is almost overwhelming. I have done all that I can do.
Monday, June 23, 2014
Bad Company - Bad Company (studio version)
Yeah, I'm bad company. Very bad company. That's why I'm still standing.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Molly Hatchet-Dreams I'll Never See.mp4
For those of you out there unfamiliar with American Southern Rock, you're getting a dose of it today. I was sitting here listening and my computer screen went batshit. They just can't stand it when I am enjoying myself. But I will always persevere. I ran a cleaner and walked my big dog and then ...well, here I am again. They can go fuck themselves. They're terrified I will shoot them, so they no longer confront me on the street, because I will. As I have previously stated, I have nothing to lose. I'm 71 years old, have wandered the world and have done some remarkable things, some would say. To me, it was all in a day's work. So fuck them. Music's back on line, listening to Dreams by Molly Hatchet, drinking a Stella, and enjoying myself. It's just like getting sniped at. If they hit you, you're dead and it doesn't matter. If they miss, you just give them the middle finger salute and fire back. They missed. So fuck these pitiful, emasculated cunts. All they can do is sit in the shadows and punch keys on a keyboard. There is more to me than that. They can go fuck themselves. Enjoy the music. I am.
Ghost Riders in the Sky - The outlaws
It's been an afternoon of solitude here on Wanderings, good Belgian beer, and great music. We all must take time out every now and then to simply enjoy our inherent humanity. Today, I have done that, but make no mistake: I have not declared a truce.
Green Grass and High Tides
I have requested that this song is to be played at my funeral...if I have one..
Joni Mitchell - Free Man In Paris
This is an old song from the 70's, when the music was excellent and skillfully written, arranged and played. The three guys in the red shirts are a long time dead. Don Alias on drums, Michael Brecker on alto, and the brilliant but mad Jaco Pastorius on bass. Jaco was beaten to death by a bar bouncer in
Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. He was one of, if not, THE greatest electric bass players who ever lived. This stage is filled with musical genius. The perfect storm.
This, from a more innocent time, when we were actually quite free here in the US. This song, written by Joni Mitchell about rock producer David Geffin after spending a few days in Paris with him and his friends, is one of the very best pieces of work to emanate from the 70's era. Anyone who has spent time in Paris as I have can relate. It is one of my favorite tunes. A true masterpiece.
If we allow these demonic bastards to deprive us of the small but delightful pleasures in our lives, then we are lost. Fight. Fight as hard as you can, in your own way, and don't expect anyone to come along and save you. Only you can save yourselves.
Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. He was one of, if not, THE greatest electric bass players who ever lived. This stage is filled with musical genius. The perfect storm.
This, from a more innocent time, when we were actually quite free here in the US. This song, written by Joni Mitchell about rock producer David Geffin after spending a few days in Paris with him and his friends, is one of the very best pieces of work to emanate from the 70's era. Anyone who has spent time in Paris as I have can relate. It is one of my favorite tunes. A true masterpiece.
If we allow these demonic bastards to deprive us of the small but delightful pleasures in our lives, then we are lost. Fight. Fight as hard as you can, in your own way, and don't expect anyone to come along and save you. Only you can save yourselves.
Johnny Cash - Let Him Roll
As are so many of Cash's wonderful songs, this one is filled with compassion. Cash was a story teller in a long line of traditional American balladeers. I hope you enjoy it. He is sorely missed.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Johnny Cash - Goin' By The Book
Great tune from the late Man In Black. It's happening worldwide. This song is compliments of my tormented and brilliant friend, Stalked In Oklahoma. I stole it off her blog. Read her blog. You will become enlightened. She is an undying inspiration to me and is about the most courageous person I have ever known.
I was in Ethiopia during the famine of 87, 88 and 89. I was in Somalia, the Sudan, and Angola. I have seen entirely too much of man's cruelty to man. This program we are in is just another example of that, of psychotics and sadists attacking the helpless.
A new law was recently passed here in my home state of Florida, USA. It now permits a licensed concealed weapons holder to display a firearm in the face of a perceived threat, without legal recrimination. So if a couple of fat thugs are sitting in a car with their doors open blocking my path and I feel imminent hostility, I may draw my weapon and prepare to defend myself. I also now have the right to fire a warning shot, although I prefer to fire three or four rounds at center of mass if a threat presents itself. The hell with warning shots. Shoot to kill. That way, there's no one left alive to testify against me. This is truly bad news for the stalkers. That means I can return a perceived threat with a perceived threat. Florida is a great place to live, if you are a TI and have the courage and conviction to pick up the gun in your own defense. Most don't. Most prefer to sign worthless petitions or cry to FFCHS, who does nothing but pump out pablum and hold meaningless conferences. We are on our own. Most are incapable with dealing with that harsh reality.
I haven't written much here lately. I did have a confrontation with the scumbag perp who lives across the street, and I literally almost scared the shit out of him. He knows now not to fuck with me, or there very well may be dire consensuses. I have nothing to lose. I have lived my life to the fullest. I have nothing to lose.
I was in Ethiopia during the famine of 87, 88 and 89. I was in Somalia, the Sudan, and Angola. I have seen entirely too much of man's cruelty to man. This program we are in is just another example of that, of psychotics and sadists attacking the helpless.
A new law was recently passed here in my home state of Florida, USA. It now permits a licensed concealed weapons holder to display a firearm in the face of a perceived threat, without legal recrimination. So if a couple of fat thugs are sitting in a car with their doors open blocking my path and I feel imminent hostility, I may draw my weapon and prepare to defend myself. I also now have the right to fire a warning shot, although I prefer to fire three or four rounds at center of mass if a threat presents itself. The hell with warning shots. Shoot to kill. That way, there's no one left alive to testify against me. This is truly bad news for the stalkers. That means I can return a perceived threat with a perceived threat. Florida is a great place to live, if you are a TI and have the courage and conviction to pick up the gun in your own defense. Most don't. Most prefer to sign worthless petitions or cry to FFCHS, who does nothing but pump out pablum and hold meaningless conferences. We are on our own. Most are incapable with dealing with that harsh reality.
I haven't written much here lately. I did have a confrontation with the scumbag perp who lives across the street, and I literally almost scared the shit out of him. He knows now not to fuck with me, or there very well may be dire consensuses. I have nothing to lose. I have lived my life to the fullest. I have nothing to lose.
Monday, June 16, 2014
Do you people realize just how long I have been doing this? Fighting this fight? 35 fucking years. 35 fucking years. And I'm still standing.
Evil has been unleashed upon our world. Much of it in the form of Barack Hussein Obama, who continuously seeks to destroy America. He is a bastard Muslim/African who's mother was a communist whore. Why should we be surprised?
But millions of us are heavily armed, and we will fight. Many of of us are old, but better a 5.56 in the chest than rotting away in a cancer ward. So bring it on, fascists/Muslims. We will kill you by the hundreds of thousands, and we will go down with grins on our faces. And you will die twitching in the dirt, at the behest of your fascist masters. DHS, take note.
These EMF weapons that have been unleashed upon us are tearing at the very fabric of our universe. There will be consequences.
Yes, we do eventually cross over, and unpleasant consequences await the torturers. You don't wanna know. You have little to look forward to.
Hell awaits you.
Prepare.
Evil has been unleashed upon our world. Much of it in the form of Barack Hussein Obama, who continuously seeks to destroy America. He is a bastard Muslim/African who's mother was a communist whore. Why should we be surprised?
But millions of us are heavily armed, and we will fight. Many of of us are old, but better a 5.56 in the chest than rotting away in a cancer ward. So bring it on, fascists/Muslims. We will kill you by the hundreds of thousands, and we will go down with grins on our faces. And you will die twitching in the dirt, at the behest of your fascist masters. DHS, take note.
These EMF weapons that have been unleashed upon us are tearing at the very fabric of our universe. There will be consequences.
Yes, we do eventually cross over, and unpleasant consequences await the torturers. You don't wanna know. You have little to look forward to.
Hell awaits you.
Prepare.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
So, here I sit at my console. 71 years have passed since I was born. During that period, I have experienced both great successes and great failures. My grasp exceeded my reach. I made a lot of money over the years and have none left, but for me, money was always nothing more than a means to an end, a pathway to adventure.
Yesterday was quite eventful. I visited my local cigar/liquor store to pick up some more smokes, and, prior to leaving my house, I talked to my dog as I often do, which comes from living alone and being isolated from what one would consider normal human companionship. This house is thoroughly bugged. They were waiting on me.
Anyway. The store is only a short drive away, and when I pulled into the strip mall's parking lot, the first thing I noticed was a very nondescript man hanging around the front of the business adjacent to the store. He was about six feet tall, short hair, about 40 or so, wearing very nondescript clothing. He was just hovering outside the store.
I left my truck and headed for the store. He immediately entered the store about fifteen or twenty seconds prior to my entry, and when I entered, was perusing the various brands.
The first thing I noticed was that he didn't select a bottle, but just wandered around a bit.
I had to have a private conversation with the owner, and this asshole, had one of those nondescript Fed faces, (there's that word again), nondescript, that would be difficult to pick out in a crowd. So while the owner and I were having a conversation, he positioned himself at the opposite end of the counter and listened to everything we said. He picked up a magazine and flipped through the pages, but purchased nothing.
Now one thing you should know that will help you survive the fascist takeover of
America is to never look for the obvious. Always seek out the ordinary ones, the ones who do not stand out in a crowd, the bland ones, because they are the truly dangerous ones. When I left, he was still there, fucking around with his iPad, obviously notifying his boss that I was leaving.
The Feds are everywhere. They are absolutely terrified of a popular revolt, with them in the crosshairs, which may very likely happen, if things continue the way they are now.
A deep sense of rage is slowly building in the American public because of the perfidies committed by the punk Obama and his minions. The Bowe Bergdhal outrage has created tremendous animosity toward Obama, which already existed, but not to the extent it does now. The Bergdahl trade is just another nail in Obama's coffin, and he is too hubristic to realize that his house of cards is about to come crashing down around his head.
Enough is enough, and the average American, who usually doesn't pay much attention to anything but his six pack and his mind-numbing TV programs, is beginning to awaken. All bets are off. The shit may very well hit the fan, and we are in for a chaotic experience not equalled since the Civil War of 1861. So we will see...
Who knows? Shooting Feds very well may become a national pastime...
Yesterday was quite eventful. I visited my local cigar/liquor store to pick up some more smokes, and, prior to leaving my house, I talked to my dog as I often do, which comes from living alone and being isolated from what one would consider normal human companionship. This house is thoroughly bugged. They were waiting on me.
Anyway. The store is only a short drive away, and when I pulled into the strip mall's parking lot, the first thing I noticed was a very nondescript man hanging around the front of the business adjacent to the store. He was about six feet tall, short hair, about 40 or so, wearing very nondescript clothing. He was just hovering outside the store.
I left my truck and headed for the store. He immediately entered the store about fifteen or twenty seconds prior to my entry, and when I entered, was perusing the various brands.
The first thing I noticed was that he didn't select a bottle, but just wandered around a bit.
I had to have a private conversation with the owner, and this asshole, had one of those nondescript Fed faces, (there's that word again), nondescript, that would be difficult to pick out in a crowd. So while the owner and I were having a conversation, he positioned himself at the opposite end of the counter and listened to everything we said. He picked up a magazine and flipped through the pages, but purchased nothing.
Now one thing you should know that will help you survive the fascist takeover of
America is to never look for the obvious. Always seek out the ordinary ones, the ones who do not stand out in a crowd, the bland ones, because they are the truly dangerous ones. When I left, he was still there, fucking around with his iPad, obviously notifying his boss that I was leaving.
The Feds are everywhere. They are absolutely terrified of a popular revolt, with them in the crosshairs, which may very likely happen, if things continue the way they are now.
A deep sense of rage is slowly building in the American public because of the perfidies committed by the punk Obama and his minions. The Bowe Bergdhal outrage has created tremendous animosity toward Obama, which already existed, but not to the extent it does now. The Bergdahl trade is just another nail in Obama's coffin, and he is too hubristic to realize that his house of cards is about to come crashing down around his head.
Enough is enough, and the average American, who usually doesn't pay much attention to anything but his six pack and his mind-numbing TV programs, is beginning to awaken. All bets are off. The shit may very well hit the fan, and we are in for a chaotic experience not equalled since the Civil War of 1861. So we will see...
Who knows? Shooting Feds very well may become a national pastime...
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