Standing

I can’t do what you do You don’t do what I do It wouldn’t help me if you did When you listen to my suggestion It only makes you question I try to see what is hid If I focus my attention And support what I mention You can see it too I follow what you teach I never try to preach Can not say who But it is being done We’ll see who won When it’s all over Has it begun Make it priority one

Maladies

When I was younger I remember listening to the adults talk about how many medications they were on and for what maladies they were being treated. It was like the person who had the most problems was the winner of some kind of contest. At the time it made me want to take pills and such so I could get some recognition and it made think that the answer to all problems could be found in pill form. After many years and studying the concept I finally rejected it. I proudly take no pills for any malady today. When I go for a physical which was work required I get to say I'm on no medication and have no allergies except to bullshit medical claims. I'm sure I've mentioned the fact that all the commercials for drugs on TV have disclaimers telling the possible side effects of their drugs. The fact is that the side effects are the effects of the drugs and you have to be a gambling fool to think that it won't happen to you if you take those poisons. Drink alcohol, smoke whatever you want and go about your business and you'll likely be better off than if you get medicated by your doctor. It's business for them, repeat business that is; take this for that for a while and come back to see me for an evaluation in some time frame and we can adjust or modify your dosage and charge you for the visit. Take care of yourself, learn something and don't trust anything to so called experts that you don't research. Look up iatrogenic, it's not even in my Webster's New World dictionary but iatrics is and that is not supported by my computer dictionary. Basically it is death caused by treatment of maladies. You are more likely to die from certain treatments than from the malady and that's why you have to do your own research and not rely on those who make money or rather their livelihood from treating you with the best drugs money can buy which buys the prescribers of drugs to give them to you. Disclaimer: I am no doctor and don't give medical advice. Ask your physician if you have any questions about the above opinions. Do you understand?

Beyond Despicable

I just learned of the slaughter of the white buffalo calf Lightning Medicine Cloud. Why would such a thing be done? It may be the same people who stole the skulls of Geronimo and Pancho Villa. It was beyond despicable and one can only hope the full wrath of God will fall upon the perpetrators and any of their supporters who ever the are. I conjecture it was some black magic ritual by malevolent agents of some order. I have no other reason than gut feeling to make me say such. I am deeply saddened by this and hope that justice will prevail. http://www.kctv5.com/story/18150446/rare-white-buffalo-calf-killed-in-north-texas

Nary a comment

Since I started writing about anything I've gotten nary a comment about anything other than from two people upon whose blogs I've commented but once or twice. They did it as a courtesy and I appreciate it much. I have no readership and that is totally understandable; who the hell am I? I never expected a readership. I just thought I'd play around and practice writing something in case I found something to pass on in the future. I have the idea that everything that is important has been said by someone else because if I have an original thought it is usually triggered by what someone else has said or done. I'm not complaining but any view I have received is because of the gun club in the title of the blog. There is no gun information here yet and there is no club it's just me. I just liked the title and Native American motif because my great grandmother was half Cherokee. Of course they didn't have the buffalo as an icon but I still wanted to use it because my grandfather called us kids a bunch of wild Comanches because he couldn't distinguish the difference I guess and I happen to be a certified firearms instructor for now. That will end next year as my certification runs out but it won't mean I can't help someone learn. I have had several certifications for instructing that are now inactive but that doesn't mean I can't help someone learn or does it? Who does look at what I write? How do they get here? I don't have any promoters so it must just be the title of the blog. I don't know how to see where the viewers come from yet but I guess I need to find out. I've only had a few but I'd like to know the demographics. If you read this please comment and tell me how you got here. Was it just the title or something else. Thanks in advance for any comment.

Go To

Go to maverickpawn.blogspot.com and read Fun with Physics.

Combo Nation

You hear talk of old school and new school in many topics or disciplines. Are they mutually exclusive? Something new either comes from something old or is suigeneris, maybe not the most appropriate word but I like it.The important thing is to get the most result from the least effort, the more effort the more result. Sometimes the more effort you put into something the worse the result turns out; so how do you discern the best course of action; I ask myself. You go to school, not brick and mortar school but schools of thought about the action you want to take or the result you. want. Fast or slow, hard or soft, straight or circular, how do you generate the best result? One thing to do is get a coach, or experiment and record the results maybe even combine the two. I borrowed the next lines in quotes to illustrate the point. "In its original meaning, kung fu can refer to any skill achieved through hard work and practice, not necessarily martial. The Chinese literal equivalent of "Chinese martial art" would be 中國武術 zhōngguó wǔshù.[4] In Chinese, Gōngfu (功夫) is a compound of two words, combining 功 (gōng) meaning "work", "achievement", or "merit", and 夫 (fū) which translates into "man", so that a literal rendering would be "achievement of man". Its connotation is that of an accomplishment arrived at by great effort of time and energy. In Mandarin, when two "first tone" words such as gōng and fū are combined, the second word often takes a neutral tone, in this case forming gōngfu. Originally, to practice kung fu did not just mean to practice Chinese martial arts. Instead, it referred to the process of one's training - the strengthening of the body and the mind, the learning and the perfection of one's skills - rather than to what was being trained. It refers to excellence achieved through long practice in any endeavor. [5] This meaning can be traced to classical writings and specially to Neo-Confucianism which emphasize the importance of effort in education. [6] In the colloquial, you can say that a person's kung fu is good in cooking, or that someone has kung fu in calligraphy; saying that a person possesses kung fu in an area implies skill in that area, which they have worked hard to develop. Someone with "bad kung fu" simply has not put enough time and effort into training, or seems to lack the motivation to do so." The result then is one's kung fu; good or bad, happy or sad, effort and practice are predicated on one's understanding of what one wishes to accomplish. How did we get here and where are we going? I again ask myself and think you do to. My play on words in the title of this post and the many times the word root combine is used in the text, the old and new, the effort and practice are all related. Pay attention to words that are taken for granted or misused in everyday parlance; is it misuse or misinformation that is intended. Is it manipulation? To view some real word kung fu do a search for a man named Dennis Fetcho and you will see where I would take you if I could.

2112

The date is 2/1/12. 2112 is worth mentioning in 2012 because few if any alive today will see it if things continue as they are now and life spans don't increase. Anyone born today who lives until 2112 has my respect and admiration as of 12 minutes into the day. Live long and prosper everyone.

What Really Matters?

Since someone has said most of what I think is important somewhere in the past, the link to the article here:

http://www.naturallifemagazine.com/9412/gatto.htm

which was written by John Gatto in 1994. It is even more true now if such can be the case.

I guess in a way my putting it here is proof that we are mostly told what to think and don't do much thinking for ourselves. I resemble many of his remarks about education and time spent in youth as well as in the not too distant past.

A couple of days ago I started to write a blog with the exact same title but then was interrupted and decided to put it off. I'm glad that happened and that I ran across this article instead.

If you have time to read it please do.

Mahabuhay

copy and paste the link if you can't click on it

How about a possible explanation for some hard to explain phenomena: marine mammal beachings, power outages, weather anomalies, earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanoes, suicides, outbreaks of violence, satellites colliding, freak waves, disrupted migration patterns of wild animals and birds, and whatever else one can call up. See the article at the link provided while you can; I suspect it won't last there too long.



http://www.raidersnewsnetwork.com/leadstory83.htm

Armed

I was talking to a friend and the conversation turned toward armed citizens. I advocated that all persons should be armed who wish to be armed with whatever weapon they may prefer. Gun, stick, or knife doesn't matter to me; any exotic weapon is okay too. I also advocate no restrictions on where they may be carried such as bar, restaurant, government buildings, houses of worship, airplanes,anywhere would be allowed. We both used to be peace officers and are now retired. He thinks that there should be total restriction of who when and where anyone can or should be armed.
A little discussion is in order. Look at all the restrictions in place, it's impossible to know them all you'll need a team of people to keep track and they seem to want to add more everyday. The more restrictions the less freedom must be axiomatic. I want to live in a free society not a relatively free society or one where people have been led to believe they are free because it's been said so many times they believe the hype. I want to live where one is required to think for oneself and make decisions on what one knows and perceives, not a place where there is a rule for everything; rules are for people who can't think for themselves.
You may say that there is a plethora of those people around but if you talk to a total stranger they may agree but you'll be hard pressed to find a stranger or friend who counts himself among the number of people who can't think for themselves. Where are they and why do they exist at all if they do. You can always find a number of people who disagree with any point that you make or hold true just like my friend and I disagree but we both think for ourselves. I don't want to tell you what to think but if you ask I can tell you what I think.
The discussion between me and my friend focused on armed persons in a bar due to time constraints. He maintains that people in a bar are more likely to go off because of lowered inhibitions due to alcohol consumption. I agree with that when all people in that bar are considered unarmed and have varying degrees of response to hostile behavior. An hypothetical example would be a mean bad ass who sizes up a wimp and decides to harass him in order to pick a fight. The mean bad ass decides he can take the wimp with one hand tied behind his back due to his perception of the wimp and his ability to respond physically. Even I will agree that bullies of different types exist as history has proved. In this scenario the fight is on and game over, the bully gets his jollies. Next evolution the situation is that everyone you see it in the bar is possibly armed with some kind of weapon that you the bad ass cannot perceive for the moment. Who you gonna call on now if the wrong move can get some kind of hole poked in you. It causes the bully to think about things that otherwise would not be considered. It will make him less reckless and increase his inhibitions unless he is flat out crazy and then there is all the more reason for everyone else to be armed. Unless there are a bunch of those people in there who can't think for themselves, those would be the ones unarmed by the way, I think that there would be less drinking to excess and less throwing caution to the wind. I realize that it is just an opinion though.
You can what if the situation and argue all day over it. I kind of like some cliches so I'll throw in a few. An armed society is a polite society. God made man but Colonel Colt made them equal. If you don't agree with me, you sir, are worse than Hitler. He who doesn't learn from history is bound to repeat it. All the plans of mice and men can go aft aptly. Lead, follow, or get out of the way. What you do doesn't determine what happens to you and what happens to you doesn't determine what you do. There are some of my favorites. The last one is a humdinger that I still can't wrap my head around.
So you arm yourself, train yourself, and become proficient at arms which doesn't guarantee the outcome of any situation in which you find arms necessary. I consider it a hedge at least. It will generally increase your awareness and effect some decisions like when and where you should be and what you are doing. If it doesn't count yourself among those who cannot think find a leader or guru or dictator to tell you what you can or cannot do and follow the herd. That may seem harsh and it is.

People are responsible for some of what they think, we have all been misinformed, and most of what we do no matter what happens to us. You may counter that if you are shot and die what happened to you did determine what you did. I would certainly have to agree in the end but there were numerous factors involved that may have mitigated for or against that could have been influenced with or without sufficient awareness. It is only a discussion after all.

What do you really know?

If I haven't done it, seen it happen, tasted, smelled, heard, or felt it can I say I know it? Everything other than those I've been told, read, or rely on someone else for that knowledge, or come to my own conclusions taking those things into consideration.
Therein lies the conundrum. I am of the opinion that one does not need to experience something to know whether it is desirable, repugnant, foolhardy, or just to be avoided. For instance I would not want to be shot, stabbed, car wrecked, shipwrecked, or otherwise put through painful scenarios even if I've never experienced them. It is possible to learn from others who have been where you have not.
It is also possible to believe things exist that you've never seen or that you are likely never to see. I have to believe that UFOs are real only because of the number of people who have reported seeing them even without the photographic evidence of such things.
Other things are harder to believe or maybe said better to understand or know. I understand the theory of relativity and its implications vaguely but I can't do the calculations. Better yet, how does a quarterback complete a pass to a receiver when both are in motion and everything is literally up in the air? Same thing for a basketball player making shots from different places on the court; how does one gauge the force needed to complete the basket? These are things that have to be done to be known; is there a formula?
The bottom line is that I know what I know but you can't be sure about that and I must doubt you as well. Belief doesn't make anything so. Much knowledge and many things are unbelievable. Many beliefs are not valid nor true knowledge.
When in an adversarial situation it is important to know what the adversary believes so that you may have a better chance to thwart him than to assert your own beliefs because they matter not to him unless he is a truly worthy opponent.

Mahabuhay

After Consideration

I decided that I was too hasty in my conclusion to try to work up a "hate". I can't do it. It is too energy wasteful, expensive, draining, etc. Also with so much out there to spontaneously throw you into some kind of spin I've decided that I can wait for such an occasion, while at the same time trying to avoid one, before I test my theory on whether my tearing the phone book was a fluke. To be scientifically responsible experiments must be replicated or repeatable to be valid. If I am to get a true test of my theory I should wait to replicate the circumstances so as to be accurate in my assessment.
The trouble with that seems to be that the circumstances are not replicable and science has nothing to do with emotional outbursts unless it is in some political, that is agenda driven, way. The same circumstance I found myself in could have elicited or been met with any number of possible responses such as acceptance, indifference, humor, denial, gratitude, etc. Rather than be bitter, which is energy inefficient I've come to be grateful which is much more pleasant.
Is it Orwellian "doublespeak" to hate hate? Can it be done? What about love hate or hate love; aren't they the same some how which ever way you say it. I don't know I'm just asking. I do know I want to avoid hate but think it can't be done. It seems that all history for the most part is controlled by it. I hate it when that happens.
Men, ideas, religions, customs, forms of government or lack thereof are more or less hated by groups and individuals. I hate tyranny and can't tolerate it but then that makes me tyrannical maybe; how's that work? Should I say that I just don't approve of a thing or idea or even a person. That I don't accept, I don't submit, I won't sign onto or up for, or refuse to recognize the validity or authority of something or some one cannot protect me from any harm they may cause.
No matter what if you can't provide all your needs by yourself, and you can't, you are a pawn in multiple games on many levels like the multi-layered chess boards seen in Star Trek and other SciFi adventures. Why do I stray here? I'm thinking in terms of holding conflicting beliefs and not even knowing it.
In school I was taught that George Armstrong Custer was a patriot, a warrior, an officer and a gentleman who met a tragic death at the hands of savages and he and his men are memorialized. I was taught that Hitler was a dictator, possibly a madman or syphilitic occultist who would have conquered the world if allowed and he should be reviled forever. Both could be true but the common thread between the two is that they supported and furthered genocide as program and policy. The problem I have here is that although ultimately responsible for the death of many I can't remember Hitler actually killing anybody after becoming fuhrer, maybe he did as a corporal in WWI. Custer was in the thick of it himself killing men and animals, probably women and children too in his attempt to eradicate complete cultures. I think Custer even had ambitions to be president one day. What is the difference between the two? What does it all boil down to? I think I can conclude safely that both were murderous if not murdering bastards maybe even literally but especially figuratively. One held in esteem and the other loathsome. Somewhere between the two hate is a common denominator.
I tell what I think in order not to tell how others think because how can I know except to extrapolate from some theorized common denominator of being human. This has only got me back to where I started and is going nowhere fast.

Mahabuhay

Motivation

I had the pleasure of a root canal today. Last Tues. or so my jaw started hurting and I finally narrowed it down to the last molar bottom right. So I call the dentist on Friday and they are out training. I'm a wuss when it comes to chronic pain and I couldn't shake it. I have had sensitivities before and outlasted them but this was different. I went in to the dentist this morning and he acted like this is a common thing and it's no big deal we can fix it the only question is do you want to save the tooth or pull it. What kind of dumb ass ? is that; of course I want my tooth. Okay so the rigmarole ends up costing me out of pocket 1142. My insurance will cover 1140 and a three week treatment plan. Since I am inclined to believe all such shit is a rip when I got home I needed to clean the garage of all the junk. I was saving phone books to work on tearing so they were the first thing I decided I probably wouldn't be doing soon so I grabbed them to put in the recycle bin. I was in a mood so I decided I'd try to rip one for the hell of it. I grabbed it like it was the throat of the ripoff medical profession and to my utter amazement ripped that sob in half in like 15 seconds. I've done it before but it took minutes to get it apart. The one I ripped was like an inch and a half or so. So I kept the phone books and will do one every day until this deal is over. I got a couple over two inches thick so I'll try to work up a hate tomorrow and see if I can do one of those. I can't even remember the last time I tried one but I've been doing some grip work and unless it was all hate it seems to have paid off. It was probably a fluke but I'll test it and report on the results.

2 hours with William Henry

On Saturday 2-27-10 I had the pleasure of seeing William Henry's presentation on his newest release Freedom's Gate. To say it was interesting is total understatement as it was thought provoking and uplifting. There's no need for me to repeat anything as you can check it for yourself here:http://www.williamhenry.net/freedomsgate.html
I bought the book to delve deeper into the things we've not been told during our public educations. I've been looking into similar studies recently anyway. Any patriot and or person interested in history and or religion should check it out as it will rock most popular paradigms. It definitely appealed to my avatar the Maverick Pawn.

01-11-10

Palindromes, I can't resist them.

Random Thoughts

RL101909-MON-I woke up thinking that all sellers try to get the bicameral brain working so that we take commands as if from the gods. Authority of voices from heaven so to speak to deliver us from evil and deliver their products to your door with additional shipping and handling charges. We must be divinely convinced that we can’t live without the secret of some such product. Sometimes it may be true but you can bet the majority of times it’s not. The godmen who have slain thousands of dragons can tell you how to do it too. It occurs to me that everyone is in an individual situation that is particular to him and following a cookbook recipe might not cut it. Since I am inclined not to do that I guess I won’t know until I do. I teach techniques in martial art that way though because I will say do it just like this while demonstrating a technique. I see that differently somehow though. No matter what there are nuances that can’t be taught to all because of stages of development. You must be developed enough to be able to recognize, get, feel, see, understand, or appreciate what it is. You can get by without it, you feel you don’t need it and it’s somewhat true, you can and don’t really. But if you want to be on the next level it’s something that becomes a must. I’ve come to think that most nuances must be found while training because as I say it’s not something easily taught. When you find one it is an edge and that must be why Musashi keeps saying that you must think on this deeply and constantly. That’s why Bo said it is what it is. I remember his pronouncing maneuver and it sounded like mani-over. Nobody else knew what he was talking about and that’s an example of a nuance.
To Chris Knowles: Princeton professor Julian Jaynes in his book “The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind” asserts that civilization was the result of hallucinations of the ancients. He does not say that it was due to entheogens but due to the structure and evolution of the brain, which could have been influenced by entheogens. I don’t want to repeat his entire thesis but it would be interesting for your perusal I’m sure. This is the third time I’ve read the book and only now does it make sense. He talks about Osirus, Apollo, Mayan and Cherokee mythology and archeological discoveries around the world. Now that I have a background of other material I can invision a relation with Sitchin’s work as well. One of the most poignant things he reports is a dig at Eynan and the king’s tomb dating to 9000BC where the skeletons were oriented to Mt. Hermon only thirty miles away and he references the Osirus myth as having possibly begun.

What if...

DL101109SUN-J.J. was the hall monitor in a school that was also a dorm. I was assigned a top bunk and they were three high and totally unstable, mine collapsed with me on it and I wondered how anyone on any other level would survive. I attended class for some undefined subject and it consisted of building some type of part for who knows what. I somehow got the job of tutoring a careless kid who spilt water from a teapot everywhere because he would not watch what he was doing. And he would puke when we had to ride the ultra modern elevators that made it look like you were in the air because they were made of glass or at least clear on all sides. I don’t remember what subject I was supposed to tutor him or if I was just a babysitter. I must have been there to teach him how to defend himself. Thinking back now he looked a lot like me when I was in grammar school, he even wore the same glasses. That is pretty wild now that I think of it.
NDC-If I traveled in time either way to meet myself what would I do when I did. Say I go back and find me as a kid and tell my young self what? Would I be deterministic and say that you are going to be me and this is what you have done. Even though I am quite satisfied with how I’ve turned out there are other paths that I could have taken and they would have lead to varying degrees of success or disaster, The Skipper said, ”There is no failure, only a redefinition of objectives”. (It’s not the literal dream that’s important it’s the ideas that can spring from discussing that are important.) What was I interested in then would be more important than what I found out later to the developing boy. He would have been more interested in motorcycle racing than in Judo, and more into hard science like biology or chemistry rather than social science or anthropology, which would come later. Then he never had a desire to be cop and would have preferred religious training. The biggest common denominator for the two selves would be the interest in for want of better terms, the paranormal, and a desire to travel the world. Even earlier times the boy would play with his cousins and he would lead them on safari in the darkest jungles and the high veldt of Africa. When the boy was in the seventh grade they still let parents buy them junior chemistry sets with potentially deadly chemicals that I never heard of anyone dying from. One evening he was fooling around and found some sparklers from a past holiday and lit them in his room. When they had burned out he sat satisfied and leaned back in his chair hands behind his head and promptly tipped over backward making quite a ruckus. His mother and sister ran to see what the noise was and he was still on the floor laughing at his clumsiness. It was his little sister that started the story that he blew himself up with his chemistry set and it has been repeated so many times he almost believed it himself.
I would entice the kid by saying something like, “Hey kid wanna learn some martial art, it’ll make your motorcycle racing better. Instead of coming in second and third in your first two races I bet you can win. Especially since your third place finish was on a 175 in the 250 class on a bike you’d never rode until that race. If you win you just might get some sponsorship so you can keep on racing. With talent like yours you can only get better and better. Who knows someday you could be racing with Freddie Merkel or Bob the Hurricane Hannah or the future King Kenny Roberts.” The love of motorcycles and racing would be a theme that coursed through both lives.
I was in the Army stationed at FT. Ord, California on the Monterey Peninsula where there just happed to be a racetrack named Laguna Seca, which actually bordered the FT. The year was 1985, the race was the Champion Spark Plug 200, and I had my first chance to see live motorcycle roadracing. Most of the racers on the track that day would gain fame if they didn’t already have it. There were past and future world champions on the track that day and in those days the Americans were strong with the racing force. The most outstanding duo that day was Kenny Roberts and Randy Mamola. From the start of the main race they diced back and forth passing each other for the lead and passing everyone else that got in the way. I watched from the hill by the famous corkscrew curve and would run back and forth myself to see as much of the track as possible and follow the epic battle that was playing out in front of the crowd. I was totally thrilled when they would come out of turn 11 at the bottom of the hill and pass everyone on the way to star/finish on the back wheel. King Kenny was my hero then and I was routing for him but he had transmission problems and Randy Mamola won the race. I can’t find the race line-up but it had to be one of the best fields ever staged. Future world champions Fred Merkel, Wayne Rainey, Kevin Shwantz, Doug Chandler, Scott Russell were all in the Superbike race that day and Kenny and Randy in the F1 class. I was 28 at the time and hooked for life on both classes of racing. Had I been able to teach that kid martial art he might have been able to be on the track with all those heroes and not just one of the crowd watching.

http://motorbikearchives.com/Competition/Road-Race/Laguna-Seca-1985.html

Beginnings

It was around 1980 or 81 and I was recently married for the first time. So it had to be between June 6 1980 and May 5 1981. I was working in a grocery warehouse and paying my way through college. I don’t know how but my wife had convinced me to marry her and her dad paid for an elaborate wedding. I now forget where she worked but it was an office setting and I think she was actually a supervisor type. I won’t name her name as I’ve seen her once since our divorce which happened in Sept 81. And she obviously has no desire to talk to me and the feeling is mutual.

The whole point of the story I’m about to tell is to define a moment of realization and revelation that had a lifetime of implication. It is the reason I am affiliated with no group that I have meetings with and why I understand prejudice and random violence for what it is. It is why I detest groups who hate other groups because of their group affiliation and the fact that the hater has no idea of the individuals involved in the group.

I went to school during the day and worked at the warehouse from three in the afternoon to midnight. One night after working I was siting in my living room watching TV before going to bed. I was renting a house on a dead end street that was very quiet and sort of rural with my new wife. My land lord who lived across the street was a stocky guy with close cropped hair who I had little interaction with because I’d leave the rent check in his mail box and there was really no reason for us to talk unless we saw each other in the street for some reason, which was a rarity.

I was 23 when I got married so I couldn’t have been more than 24 at the time of the incident and I was still in college because I was determined to get a bachelors degree and I was in my sixth or seventh year of trying due to trying to live a life and go to school at the same time. I still can’t believe I was stupid enough to get married at the time. Like I said it was the early eighties and just coming out of the seventies where I was influenced by Kung Fu and Star Wars and the rock bands and the hippies and all that was going on at the time. I graduated High School in 1974 and was cognizant of the Vietnam War but I guess was anti-war because it seemed there was no sense to it. At the time I didn’t exercise but led an outdoor kind of life with hiking and swimming and such in the hills of Tennessee. And as I said I was enamoured with Kung Fu due to Bruce Lee Movies and David Carradine’s TV Show.

There was a knock at the door, which had a window at the top that I had to tip toe to look out and basically
all you could see was the top of someone’s head if they were tall enough to see at all. As I looked out all I could see was the top of a head that looked like my land lord and I thought there must be a problem that he needed help with so I opened the door. When I did some guy I had never seen before took a swing at me and the fight was on. At the time I weighed 150 soaking wet and the unknown assailant was around 200 at my estimate. The fight was an exchange of blows and went to the ground with him on top. I managed to reverse and get up as he was still on his knees. The only punch that I remember was one to his temple that I hoped would knock him out but didn’t. It stunned him enough to give him second thoughts about what he
had done though and he tackled me on to the couch. I had a fish tank at the time and much of the standup fight was trying to keep us away from the tank so as not to destroy it. When he tackled me to the couch I was able to get a partial guillotine choke on him although at the time I had no idea that it was called that. We exchanged a few words and since we were in a stalemate he said he gave up. Since I'm writing this 29 years later I don'’ remember the exact words but he keep his part of the bargain and was about to exit my front door when the wife put her hand on it and told him he couldn’t leave and had to wait for the police whom she had called at my behest during the fight. I told her that he was leaving and to get out of the way and let him do so.

I have no idea what she said when she talked to the police or even if we had 911 back in those days but it took between 45 minutes and an hour for the police to respond. In the mean time I discovered from my wife that the guy was the boyfriend of one of her co-workers who had taken offense at something she had said to her co-worker and being the gentleman he was he decided he’d beat me up because he couldn’t take his revenge out on a girl. I have to give him credit for the last part. To this day I don’t know his name although I’m sure I heard it and I don’t know who his girlfriend was either. I was later gratified to find out that he had two black eyes and big fat lips afterward. I had what I thought were cracked ribs but my face was unscathed. Who got the short end of the stick; I don’t know.

When the cop finally got there he told me that if I wanted to press charges that I would have to go to the courthouse or some such deal and fill out a complaint. That may have been the protocol of the day but if it had been where I live now the guy would have been charged at a minimum with battery and possibly burglary with battery. I was not pleased with that and it changed my life. I was wronged and physically attacked with intent to do bodily harm. I think it was providence more than luck that I came out of the ordeal in as good a shape as I did. There were many results from this one incident that have shaped my life since then. In fact I can say I am where I am today because of this pivotal happening.

While lying in bed trying to sleep I often think of profound thoughts that disappear upon arising. Much like any dream I believe those thoughts are still there somehow influencing the outlook on life that one has but the exact form in which they came out are gone and irretrievable. One thought was that the imagination is truly limitless and that thoughts are in the air to be picked like ripe fruit. Back to dreams I had one that fully formed a whole scheme to make money but it was based on a government type plan. The same type of plan that is used by organized crime. If you look at how both operate you will see little difference and much similarity. And the dream I had was funny because its system was based on making money from other peoples stuff. It even had a code name because it was also military type operation. All those kind of ops are cons or misdirection ops. They try to convince you that they are doing one thing while really doing something completely different. It’s much like the game of convincing you that depriving you of your privacy and due process is somehow good for you; an example of that would be red-light cameras. They try to convince you that if it saves one life the expense to all is worth it. But there is a Corp. that benefits from all the fines and they do absolutely nothing in the form of service to society to get it. Those cameras do not prevent crashes and they save no ones life but there they are costing people money who may be a second too late on the brakes. The lights are supposed to be timed so that there is a delay that takes into account at least three seconds or so to give the tardy to the party driver a chance to get through the intersection before the stopped drivers take off. The real problems only occur when that system is totally ignored and someone goes through the light at significantly late times with disregard for everyone and all that’s decent. At which point cameras are not needed to figure out what happened.

Our "leaders" really care; NOT!

How in thee Hell can anyone believe that the elected reps of any state care about anyone. At a time when people are losing money on a personal basis because all the wealth has been pirated with their help they raise the price of all "services" or the "privileges" they allow you to pay for like licenses and registrations for vehicles. No one wants to buy a car due to the manufactures uncertain futures, much less pay extra for the old one in the driveway.
Bleed the people dry is a tyrannical pogrom. They are deliberately in their actions picking a fight with people who believe in the dignity and rights of the individual. They seem to want to poke us with a stick while we are locked in our cage. Might I remind them of what happened to the guy at the Chimp park who tried to act like their friend while perpetuating their captivity; he got his package deleted and his face ripped off by two or more Chimps who tactically out numbered him and completely overpowered him due to their strength difference in up to a 30 to 1 ratio. Yes, this could happen to anyone by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Don't go poking the animals in the cages unless you can take that kind of beating and not complain is the moral of this story.