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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

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.

Monday, June 8, 2009

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.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

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.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Celestial events

This from Goro Adachi at etemenanki.com..."On Wednesday morning, April 22nd, Earth will pass through a stream of comet dust, giving rise to the annual Lyrid meteor shower. At the same time, the crescent Moon and Venus will converge for a close encounter in the eastern sky. Viewed from some parts of the world, the Moon will pass directly in front of Venus, causing Venus to vanish. [...]"

Saturday, April 11, 2009

411

A little proper information should get plenty of mileage. For instance, it was explained to me the real difference between conservative and liberal today has been twisted by doublespeak spin so as to be unrecognizable. The real deal is that conservative means that one has inalienable rights that no government can trample without just and due reprisal. It means that one keeps the fruits of his labor and distributes them as he sees fit. It means that one takes personal responsibility for one's safety and does not rely on remote resources to intervene when the chips are down. He supports his local Sheriff if he can but he does not expect calling 911 will solve any problem but may get him a report if needed. All that means being proficient at arms, Ls&Gs. That is the basic conservative view upon which I am sure to expand later.
Now for the liberal. The modern liberal label means that one believes everyone else is stupid and unable to decide what is best for him and his. Therefore the liberal is obliged to decide for everyone what is god and right. You might think I meant good in that last sentence but think again. He will tell you what to do and when to do it. He will decide how much of your wages he will take and on what that portion will be spent. When the liberal says jump he wants you to ask how high. When he says sacrifice he wants you to ask how much although he already knows it's more than anyone can bear or imagine. To the liberal the laws apply to everyone but him because of his superiority. He may skimp or not pay taxes for a few years and he can come up with any lame excuse and expect to be pardoned by all, but let you, Ls&Gs, do that and he'll cry for your head or the max sentence and fine. I don't have to name names nor cite examples because if you are the average person going about his business trying to make ends meet and not hurt anyone else you know what's happening because it's in your face.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Dreams

Since I know my status will change soon as far as employment I have been having dreams that emphasize people I have worked with over the past 20 years. There is always the element of what will happen next and the anticipation of what should happen. I suppose it is nightmarish because I wake up and can't go back to sleep. It's funny because most of the people in the dreams are ones I haven't closely worked with for 10 years or more.
I think some of the dreams may be futuristic as in one where I had a broken hand and sought a healer to help with it. I'm glad nobody reads my blog because it is mainly aimed at my memory in the future. I have neglected to properly record events as they occurred and now have to rely on memory which seems highly flawed especially the longer removed from the event. Some things seem like yesterday, apparently because it meant something, and others are very vague because I don't give a rat's ass; even if they would be interesting and entertaining stories. I can see all the peoples faces even if I can't remember their names. It must be more important to recognize a face than to know the name in the scheme of things and I can see that difference. It is a survival element; names are labels faces are real. One must recognize hostile immediately.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

New Beginning

With every new beginning something comes to and end. I am changing my employment status in the near future. Those I currently work with have already given me the boot so to speak at least mentally. I've seen it in the past many times. As soon as someone leaves the only question is by whom will they be replaced and it is hoped that person won't be a bigger asshole. Thing is, I expected it so I'm not shocked.
In this scenario nothing is remembered of anything substantial one has contributed and if one is talked about at all it is mostly where others can construe that you F'd-up.
That leads me to comment that today is the day MLK Jr. was assassinated back in '68. I was a kid in JR. High school and barely noticed. I pay attention now because I realize it will always be relevant realistically and metaphorically in relation to the previous paragraph. The killing of one's enemies is so much easier than fighting their ideas, in fact it takes much more to destroy the ideas than the person. The person stands for something; it is usually the something they stand for that is feared or hated much more than the person. It is just aberrational thinking on the part of the fearer/hater/paid thug that they strike out at the person because they can only eradicate him and not for what he stands.
On a much smaller scale diminishing or ignoring a persons "bona fides" is a minor assassination of that person. There are ways to protect one's self from these comparatively minor attacks so that the little irritations bounce off like raindrops on an umbrella or for the more dramatically inclined, like bullets off Superman.