All Hallow's Eve

Once again, it's here. Time flies like the wind. Fruit flies like bananas harhar.

My daughter's swansong re trick or treat was a kind of goth vampire look. She's read a bunch of vampire novels. We talk about this and of course other things from all aspects of life. She is very much based in reality btw and not lost in all the 'vampire chic' these days. I predict parties in the years to come.

My son merely sat it out and conversed with friends online and played military strategy games. He'll likely celebrate in his own way in the future.

I just fixed hamburgers and drank some beer. Industrious. But I was thinking.

I think about fear and not just because of Halloween.

It's a powerful weapon, and can be used for weal or woe.

Me (as in the incorrect, but commonly used 'It's me'), the broken record, skips over and over, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.......

Those who would be our masters want us to be very scared and either give up, run amok shooting, generally run amok, fight among ourselves, and generally do nothing.

Do something. Resist. Learn how they think. Be ready for any contingency. Fight.

And let em know you won't back down.

Let them do the work (as in no Fr. Sumters). They will crack and inevitably be scared themselves at the level we are willing to achieve.

So, have fun on Halloween. Face those fears and beat em.

Look inside yourself and face what's there. The libs don't. But out of their fear of us as well as themselves, they will trip on their collective d!cks.

The real scary stuff is ahead -s-.

But, there is a promise of a better day after.

Promise

I never make a promise I can't keep. At least most of the time. There are those times that circumstances make me retract. Rarely. I will climb the highest mountain, swim the deepest sea, trek the longest journey to see a promise through. This is particularly true for my kids. And myself. And our Republic.

I have seen people with so much promise fall after crumbling slowly. Left alone to wonder and wander, haunted by might have beens, they slip through the cracks.

Making a promise should be something taken very seriously. A promise to take the kids somewhere, to buy them clothes or even a treat, should not be made lightly. Too many disappointments can lead to that crumbling base, a foundation of lies.

I have seen people make promises they could never keep. They think they are buying time and can keep their word. All they do is postpone with procrastination.

If, after the best of intentions, a plan falls through, be honest with whomever you make a promise as to why it cannot be kept. Perhaps, somethong better will happen as a result. Otherwise, you might become a font of lies, undependable.

Of course, there are degrees of seriousness. Some promises are more solemn than others.

But, all should bear truth.

Beware of 'we'll see'. It's an ok stop gap if uncertain. Too often, it comes to mean 'no'. Shouldn't no mean no -s-?

We can promise tyrants we will resist. We can bring great promise to wield when the time comes'

It's truth we and our enemies can believe in.

I promise.

Comforts

I sit writing this listening to Loreena McKennitt. It touches my Celtic heritage and calms me.

BTW, I don't know a thing about her beliefs, political nor otherwise. Don't care. I like the music. It comforts me.

Comfort.

To give strength and hope as well as console.

To give purpose, not excuses.

Such as comfort foods. Great stuff. Like almond paste coffee cake!

It's nice to have a snack. Relax and kick back. Take a break.

It's not nice to hide in food, til it becomes a poison. Whether it's fat or bad cholesterol, that's a bad payment for 'pleasure.

It's as self destructive as booze, smack etc. Same can be said for overspending.

I see examples of this stuff all around me. It's sickening.

Do I have sympathy for those who slowly kill themselves? Sure. Provided they learn to help themselves, take responsibility for themselves.

We should take great liking to our creature comforts. They make life livable. Favorite music, food, etc. are terrific relief. There is another factor however.

What if they are taken away or severely limited.

Memories help in time of privation. But that's not all. We should learn to make do.

It's amazing how we can get by with little. It's the simple things.

The reason is simple. If we want to restore the Republic, live in Freedom, we know there is a price to pay.

That price may be forfeiture of all we have up to and including our lives.

It comforts me to know we are ready.

A DC Morning

He sat in the coffee shop, drinking tea and eating scones. He contemplated how the previous night transpired.

People on the street went about, probably to work, school, maybe from a lover's bed, to whatever awaited them that morning. An older Black man was sipping coffee and looking out as well and the warmth of brewing coffee/tea and baking were welcome comfort from the dull Spring cold.

'Guileless, the world goes on', he thought. Just as the night before, he sojourned about seeking a bit of the past as he delivered the future.

People going to the theater, to the store, to get a spot of drink, meeting and greeting for dinner. While he played cat and mouse. Quiet, soft footsteps, in and out of the streetlights.

To start, she was dressed as a Naval officer, at a recruitment stand in the lower lobby of his hotel. Cute. Inevitably, nearby were the guys who were going to try and make his life difficult.

Back up the escalator, through the lobby and down the front steps, shadows following.

Then the streets of DC laid out, like a maze toy thrown by a peckish child. Into the night.

He fingered the throwaway gun and hoped he didn't need to use it. So small but too much bang for the buck near the hotel, even with a supressor.

As he thought, he passed a street worker, finishing his rounds. An innocent who could be caught up in this little intrigue. Or was he?

He kept his eye on the worker and ducked into a liquor store.

The clerk eyed him warily seeing something he wished wasn't seen.

He calmly took his time and bought a half pint of whiskey, a good brace against the cold later.

All the time he monitored the street. The worker went on and his 'fans' swept past the store.

He exited and crossed the street in the other direction.

'Dance of the toreadors', he thought.

He made for Dupont Circle. Quiet, deserted, not like the last time he was there. Another story, another time.

Cutting through, he saw the two trailing ahead. He cut to the side.

Dark, deserted, the nightlife elsewhere. No cover here save for the side streets.

He made a beeline for a hotel. Hide in plain sight.

People bustling, what a contrast to the cold dark night.

He asked the concierge directions to his own hotel. Then he left the well lit cordial hubbub, undetected.

His shadows just couldn't get a fix on him. Crowds, dar, light, he blended in and simply blocked their 'radar'.

In his room, there was a message from her. 'Sorry, wrong room', delivered with just a hint of amusement. He smiled and secured himself as he slept on another floor.

'The delivery was made to the place that never was.' His signal. Delivered to ears that did not hear.

Certainly the eyes never saw........

He finished his meager breakfast and left, smiling at the old Black man. The man , in return smiled and looked again to the street, the people.

Point taken.

No Guarantees

I've heard the whiny singsong that there are no guarantees in life.

Nonsense.

Probably if you sit on you a$$ and wait for salvation, payment, reward, position etc and fill in the blank (including bills paid -s-), you aint gonna breathe long, if holding your breath. No risk no gain.

Now, as for guarantees, there's the rub.

I have seen so many set their sites low, expectations set adrift in dreamland, without a plan, and have seen them fail.

They make a 'plan' and never stick to it.

Or they give themselves one chance, and failing, give up. Well, they moan, I tried......

And the excuses. The predominant one is a vague 'well, they don't like me/they don't think like I do', etc. Anything you can dream up is sufficient. It usually doesn't tally with the reality that the applicant is neither prepared nor has a realistic conception of the requirements for whatever goal is desired. There is only some wispy notion that there is a job as: again fill in the blank.

There is a guarantee for these people. They will never succeed. They will dwell in mediocrity and be so far gone, they will fight to remain so.

There is a guarantee for those of us who dare, for all who seek to do beyond the norm, over and above. That guarantee is a CHANCE to prosper, to regain Freedom, and yes (Knew I'd get to this huh?), rebuild the Republic.

Can we fail? Did the Founders? How do you measure success? Then and now?

We have the resolve. We have the facts. We have the means. And if we die, we will have tried.

Lost? Only if we fail to teach the kids.

The guarantee is an unquenchable fire that will rekindle the Republic.

B Day

Another milestone. How old is immaterial. Actors and ladies don't reveal their ages lol.

A time for reflection. The past visits for the day.

Many I care about are gone, never forgotten. I miss them. But, I'm NOT ready to join them yet -s-. There is a lot to live for.

I hope to be around as my kids rise up and take their places as decent honest Americans, as they continue what we may well have started.

I hope to make my mark as a writer/actor and produce pieces that reflect the Light of Freedom (And have some fun singing and doing some stage work).

All this, and my memories of past birthdays.

A boat cake at 3, brought in by my Dad, who took the day off. A party catered by Mom's nonpareil cooking topped off by a long capgun fight in the dark with my big brother. He had nudged me and showed me the disc caps for the top break guns. That went on til Dad broke it up! A kiss on the cheek from my cousin Rita, a three year old redhaired fatale lol. My Sis had gotten me a toy rubber green tractor at the neighborhood drugstore. Kinda anticlimatic, but I wanted to include her -s-. She was 13 and my bro 10. This was the effort they made then as a family to make it a happy day.

There have been many more and maybe I'll chronicle them in a book someday. Including this birthday today.

Very quiet. Steaks, chocolate cake, and movies. A cigar and whiskey with my son.

That's it. I like to keep it simple.

I'm so very fortunate to have had these experiences. So many are robbed of such. I thank God for them and hope for the future.

If I'm allowed to remain a while, I hope I make use of the time.

Not just for birthdays but for this country. I promise to use my time to help bring back the Republic.

I will remember the many who have already sacrificed all.

And whenever my time here is up, so be it.

The kids and theirs can remember and continue.

We will celebrate the rebirth of Freedom in the Republic in this world and the next.

Candyman

Let's face it. If it weren't for our ancestors, we wouldn't be here.

Particularly, if it hadn't been for those 3pers of old, spurred by the Founding Fathers we wouldn't be here-free.

Now, as then, we must watch out for those sly dogs who whisper sweet nothings and bribe with entitlements and other empty promises, like 'suitors' who proclaim 'love' when all they want is to get into our pants and/or gigolo us (We've been ****** enough.).

The Candyman may bring drugs as well as sweet words to bribe away Freedom. What better way to assist conquering a people than to make them sick and dependent.
Beware the bright lights and the drugsoaked entitlement/give away chacha.

Why am I bothering to say the 'broken record' obvious? Partly because it's my birthday and sometimes the obvious needs to be said, lest many who remain blind and deaf or razzle dazzled by the Candyman don't have every chance to learn.

Never pass up an opportunity to refute and expose the Candyman.

To those who have ears, may they hear (Forgive a Biblical paraphrase.).