Rockin Eve

 I miss  Dick Clark.

DJ, American Bandstand host, show biz producer kept him busy.  Even a stroke late in life didn't stop him.

His New Years Rockin Eve was a must for me.  Best way to ring in the new year with the ball drop and good wishes.  It was respite and renewal, come what may.

He's been gone a while.  It's just not the same for me.  But life and new years go on.

As long as Earth has circled the Sun, the years have rolled by.  Before and long from now, people will celebrate with hope and assurance that we will prevail.  

Through good times and bad, our simple moments of humanity fuel us for the journey ahead.

I head into some uncertainty as to a home and business.  I take this chance to catch a breath and jump into the future.

I will not stop helping Restore the Republic.

Our Founders experienced some rough new years and many lost all save Freedom!

I hope you celebrate and keep your own memories.

Happy New Year!

Wishful

 Thinking?  It has 2 branches.  Flights of fancy or hopeful future.  Obsession could be the border.

What ifs must be limited and one is cognizant that's what they are.  Otherwise one can get lost and solutions with them.  Best to examine challenges and figure out paths to success/victory.

It's tough.  Nobody said it's easy.  If they do, avoid them.  OTOH mountains can be made from molehills.  Find a balance.  See what fits and what doesn't.  

Don't rely on those who either fantacize or extrapolate. Hopium is made of this.  

Nothing is done overnight.  Bit by bit is best.   

Model?

The Founders debated and did as I mentioned.

Those Restoring the Republic do likewise.

Fulfilment is coming.

Don't let the enemy deceive.  They are disgusting.  Expose them.

More than wishful.

It is truth.  Factful.

Sums

 I don't make resolutions.  If I want to get fitter, I go about it.  I stop and start something when I determine it.  But the end of a year and a beginning do give way to thoughts of success and failure.  Things cross my mind big and small in my life.

Old commercial jingles from childhood, to encounters long gone are frequent companions.  Stuff inconsequential except for me just rise from seemingly primordial memories.  They bring tears or laughter when associated with events tiny and huge.  

Tonight it's the kids.

Wife's pregnancies, those months caring and reading Shakespeare at night, to feeling the movement of life come to mind.  The danger due to previous miscarriages, to realizing life was changing and was more populous are remembered.

Diapers and tears to laughter and songs and all in between followed.  Yep music was important.  The kids got a taste of lots from Dr Demento to Classical.  

When it came to TV/movies, we sat and explained together.  Having an acting background helped that.

Life?  Questions asked and answered.  Sometimes on the mark, others food for thought.

Realism was prevalent, yet there was plenty of artistic imagination.

We worked together and well.

As for me, my parentung is a hallmark of my life.  It is mt greatest achievement to be a father ot the kids.

There's more but this sums it up.

The future is theirs.

They will pass it on. 

Honesty

 The best policy.  

Does this make my posterior look big?

Tact vs candid lol.

As for current events, truth laid out is best.  It may be rough but waking up is essential.  

Tact is NOT cowardice.  One needs instinct and experience to know when and how much to apply.  Witness those Restoring the Republic and how they have a symphony of truth.  They withdraw, proceed and play the enemy's strings.  

Be honest with yourselves.  It is the basis.  And truth is its root.  

Know the facts in truth.  Don't live in delusion and no flights of fancy.  That's collectivism's downfall.

What's the system/means.

I leave you with this:

“I keep six honest serving-men

   (They taught me all I knew);

Their names are What and Why and When

   And How and Where and Who.”

-Rudyard Kipling, The Elephant’s Child

Pinpoint

 It was one of those moments that is short, but glows in the memory.  I've mentioned it before, and there will be some retelling for the sake of continuity.

She was beautiful and bright and quite erudite for not having travelled widely.  She was a lifelong Democrat and a suffragette.  She had no problem speaking her mind.  And a mind it was, for she analyzed and thought for herself.  

She loved even when she was betrayed.  And those who value things more than people shortchanged themselves.  

She had a bible quote on her mantle.  'Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, soul and mind.  This is the first and great commandment.  The second was like unto it  Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.  Upon these two commandments hang all the law and prophets.'

Those who do not adhere to the above reap what they sow.

Her home was small but was always big to as many who loved.

Long past her transition the house seemed almost hidden amongst businesses.  But it was not forgotten to those who both returned her love, and learned to speak out and speak one's mind.

Injustice never took root in her home.  And among the few things she hated was that.

The house was deserted.  There were security lights.  And, looking in, a light shone over the very spot where she sat and held court to all who sought her counsel.  

Her real Light would never go out and was a pinpoint in all who love her still.

'It's who you are, not what you are' was a maxim.  

And the clan motto COMMIT THY WORK TO GOD.

Jukebox

 Music is one of the battlegrounds between good and evil.  And some people's definitions vary.

One sign is the vibes, the tones of music.  Lyrics may contribute.  

Now, some tunes are earthy, even kinda raunchy, but they point out parts of our lives.  

Some slide into darkness.  Not the light/dark twosided coin, but evil.  

Some inspire and fill us with light.  Others are just fun.

I loved jukeboxes as a kid.  Still do.  I liked those mini ones at tables in diners.  Calling up and playing from the table was a hoot.

Juke has variable meanings, depending on origin.  Root spelling differs as the present word is spelled the same.  

Examples are a zigzag football fakeout and a sexual connotation.  It's musical too.

Think of juke as a mix and the jukebox its meeting place.

And there is the jukebox of the mind.

Tunes play through our heads.  A word or action may inspire/remember music.  

There is, of course, a spiritual level.  

I think of bells, organs and hymns, but also all kinds of music.

Music can keep the darkness at bay.  

It could be Handel or Elvis .

Let it go and flow.

Laundry Line

 For Mom, laundry day was Monday and ironing day was Tuesday.  She grew up poor and insisted on doingit herself.

Eventually she splurged on a laundry service.

I still remember the clean odor of washing and the warm smell of fresh ironed clothes.  

My eclectic mind re washing and ironing got me to thinking of two sisters.  One was 20 years older than the other, from 2 different mothers.  2 beautiful, brilliant young women.  

The first was taken from her father at divorce.  It mattered not her mother deserted for a year, in which he raised her by himself.  It was typically railroaded.  His own lawyer silenced him.

The mother's family immediately isolated the daughter from the father.  Worse, they conditioned her to hate him.  This, in spite of his being a decent loving Dad.  They coveted her and made sure his visitation rights were violated.  Nothing was done.  It was social/familial brainwashing.  It's a typical anti Dad tactic.  Some Moms too but mostlyDads.  

The father was fortunate with the younger daughter.  He raised her and her brother to young adulthood.  There was a close, loving relationship.  He taught them to think for themselves.  He protected them.  

Then the daughter went away to college.  The parents blithely remained ignorant of the collectivist nest that college was  It even included promonant commie graduates.

She was systematically conditioned to loathe her country and especially her father.  They didn't count on her Mom being tough too.  It was a common tactic to brainwash kids.  It was socio/political conditioning.  

If this happens to you, resist with truth, patience and especially love.  It is the one thing that is steadfast.

Once washed, air drying gives clothes a sweet natural restart.

Instead of replacing ie washing away the good, cleaning out the filth and ironing to instill toughness counters brainwashing.

The sweet wind of truth and Freedom banishes emptiness.

The hot iron takes away the wrinkles and evens the score.

Proof.

 Naysayers demand proof when it is all around.

Old.

 The 200 year old house is getting repaired/remodeled.  We are moving.  Not deserting.

It's time for a change of home and location.  And someone will discover a 'new' 200 year old house. 

Old is not useless.  It can be made that way and abandoned like dogs and people, even houses.  But there is much to learn.  And love.

Anything can be for weal or woe.  

Let your heart be big enough to love.  Keep close.  

New can be good, if done well.

Nothing slipshod lasts.

For, many new things will grow old.

And many old things become new again.

Redoubt

 A safe place to retreat.

It is fortified, defendable and buys time before reestablishing a base.

This might be my temp solution in a few weeks.

Timing and money are the key.

Apartment before house.  

Then a new hq which becomes a home.

Even though more dramatic things are happening, pray that my place becomes reality.

Spoken

 My GreatGranddad came here in a covered wagon.  They were rugged dependable vehicles.  They might break down, but they were repaired often on the spot.  Those wheels kept turning.

The rims were covered with iron.  Inwardly they were supported with spokes.

The spokes supported the weight and could work even with several broken.  

From many one rolled on.  

Curios now we have spoken and will speak figuratively.  

And old ways become new again.  

Pointer

 If you point the finger, remember there is a finger always pointed at you.

Legacy

 What's passed down?  What's left?  

There was a guy who was swindled out of over 6 inheritances.  It was naivety.  There was an air of being above such things.  He didn't need it.  He talked himself into believing that.  

Unscrupulous people stole from him.  The last to to so was his own sister.  The wounds were deep.

There is a lot more to the story of intrigue and greed.  It could be a book.  Maybe it will be in his tell all someday.

What remains is betrayal.  Its memory wounded and will leave scars.  Those scars are a reminder that he will never allow such perfidy to happen again.  

Yes there are wonderful memories of family, friends and associates.  Even more, there are spiritual and moral gifts noone can take away and which add to his content of character.  

But, there is nothing wrong with receiving money or property as a transitional offering to continue using on this side.  It can be a basis for growth and prosperity for the future.

We must, however, draw upon and make our own prosperity.  

Apply this tale to our country.  

Let us go forward and heal our wounds.  Let us build a nestegg of Freedom.  Our scars must remind those to come not to forget what it takes to be Free.  

To make our own luck and build on those opportunities.  

Backstage

I knew a girl who said her family preferred to be a power behind the throne.  Ok, long as it's for the right reasons.   

Some people like to help or hinder and be if not anonymous, at least more quiet.  They are then free to go about relatively hindrance free.

I remember stageplays in which I acted.  In smaller productions, I worked backstage too.  I even helped build a stage/theater once.  

All the busyness of showbiz goes on.  It's quite frenetic.  The audience only sees the tip of the iceberg.   There is so much going on.

Set building, special effects and lighting/sound are finished and tweaked.  It all works in congress to make a production happen.

Congress.  So much happens behind the scenes there.  So it goes elsewhere.  

Be a part of it.  Don't just expose bad guys/actions.  Promote the good.  And become a part of it one way or another.

Lotta energy generated backstage.  It's exciting.  

Another opening, another show.

Paper

 Or plastic?  Well no.  Separate issue.  

I'm old school.  I usually get a printed receipt for most purchases.  And there are plenty of trees, though I recycle.  Of course, I can check my bank statement.  But what if the lights go out?

I'm a great fan of paper and ink.  Moving, I'm reminded how heavy a box of books can be.  Still, the workout is worth it.  

I remember a power outage years ago.  That was a matter of waiting til the lights came back on.  No problem.  I read and wrote by candlelight.  A kid we knew practically withered being computerless.  

I remember pre pc days.  Perhaps the kids will see electronic wonders yet untold.  But the issue remains: What if the juice is cut off.  It's simple really.

Store everything you can.  Disperse it.  Both print and memory drives.

Capture it now before history etc becomes a memory faded with collectivist drivel.

Learn some old fashioned ways and check new tech.

Scissors cut paper but paper wraps rock.  Rock blunts scissors.

Never give up.

Genies

 Romantic visions of magic carpets and romance under the desert sky come to mind.  A genie in a bottle becomes a hot chick or a big lovable blue guy.  Nope.

There are different djinns as they are known.  Now I'm not asking you to believe this, just the idea.

They are the opposite of angels and antihuman.  Oh, deals can be made with some, as in other faiths, but they are deceitful and darkness awaits those who deal.

What's the point?

Don't get lost in fantasy.  Don't get tricked.

Make your own dreams/wishes come true. 

Have faith in God and Freedom.  

Keep your eyes open and head on a swivel.  

Sands.

 Usually sand is rough.  Yet, the grains slip smoothly away.   The year is two thirds over.  What remains?

So many of my family, friends, associates are gone.  I'm still here.  There is no shame.  Only puzzlement.

The darkside wants us to feel alone, to despair, to become hopeless.  I won't do that.  

Yes, there is pain and mourning.  But, in spirit, these people actually cannot be taken away.  I know they live.  Spirit is life.  

Many of these people have taught me about life.  Freedom, dignity, content of character and so much more live within me.  And these qualities come out and about.  They must be shared.

We struggle with loss.  As we mourn, we wonder why we're here.  Love waits a season, then acts.

By doing, we discover purpose.  

I'm not alone.  The kids carry on.  And all who seek Freedom and Restoration of the Republic are my family, friends and associates.  

Until I'm called to spirit, I will do as I've done.  

When called, I will not stop.  

33/3

Moving.

New home/base of operations.

So much family, business, events I carry with me.

What do I miss at this time?  I will miss the green.

Sure, there are plenty of places with flora and fauna.  I'm looking.  But, I love the simplicity of such fertile, green land.  And feeding the squirrels, birds, cats etal has been a gift.  It's a healing respite.

Find your haven.  They are few and far between.

Simple humanity reminds us what we fight for.

Just Looking

 Department stores have changed.  They aren't as numerous as yesteryear.  And they seem homogenized comparatively.  Personality is sacrificed for 'convenience' or process is mechanical.

From visiting with Mom to searching for years myself, it was a comfort to shop/select.  It made many, from rich to poor, special.  For some a rare treat, to others almost everyday.

There were register stations throughout stores and attendant clerks.

I remember seeing what was in stock and wandering round.  A clerk would politely inquire 'May I help you?'  I would respond, 'No thanks.  I'm just looking'.  When ready, I'd get their attention.  They would ring me up and get a commission.  Dealing with the public is not always easy.  I know.  Make the best of encounters -s-.

Caveat emptor is always sound.  Don't buy a pig in a poke.  And lipstick doesn't help lol.  

If you know what you want, leeway or not, then check out what's offered.  

One sideway comes to mind.  A store had alterations included, as did most.  I got a pair of slacks and stipulated the waist be lower at the waist.  The tailor disagreed. He pulled them way above.  I politely eased them down.  He angrily jerked them back up.  The store lost a purchase and this dope a commission/tip.  Kinda like gov.  We want it to fit.  Some want it cut their way.  Most uncomfortable -s-.

As said, we are at a precipice.  Restoring the Republic is something best approached knowing what we want.

Look before you leap.

Crux

 The house was empty.  There are all kinds of analogies and maybe a metaphor or two that could be rendered.  

It stood where it has been since 1885, when built.  It had been a house and home to the young man's family.  It was at the end of the old road.  

The world turns.  The young man is older.  His son is the young man now.  And they stood at that old house.    It was empty.

Painted another color and remodeled to accommodate a small restaurant, it was gone but the house remained.  

Early evening shaded the house, with the help of two sycamore trees and a tall pine.  

Father and son had revisited and enjoyed some genealogy at the family cemetery.  History.  They remembered those folks were alive and going about all the aspects of their lives.  They were the present, now past.  

And the house?  Empty?  The Dad's mind was full of memories.  He regaled his son as best he could to make the memories live.  

They marched to the porch and Dad peered inside.

  

There were a couple of lights, presumably for security, and he could see the changes and remember before.  And the overwhelming feeling was still comfort and security.  

Perhaps it was recollections of staying and visiting his GreatGrandma.  She told stories of family long ago.  Anecdotes abounded about his Father and a place gone.  It was found again in her tales of bravery and everyday living.  He also never left without a bag of peanut butter cookies.

 The pair had dinner at a place just a few steps down the alley from the house.  So much new and so many people, the alley faced east and he sometimes watched the sunrise out back.  The view of the ballpark where his bro had played was blocked now.  

After dinner, they cut through the side of the house.  One more view was a message.

The space past the parlor was where Grandma sat and held court.  All day people came now and then to chat.  A light shone over the place where her chair sat.  Empty, it was full of memories and the spirit of love and strength which lived on.  Whatever the fate of the house, those impressions remained.

Content of character the Dad learned from his Dad.  His Dad learned same from Grandma and his Great Aunt and Great Uncle.  Dad has passed it to his kids.  

Just then, a flock of ravens, nested in the pine tree, greeted the Father and Son.  The birds talked to them and the Son gave them some chips.  

We stand at a precioice of change.  Ravens are symbolic of making something from void.

With the teachings of family, we carry on with something miraculous from something monumental.

Gifting 21

 We are bestowed with marvelous gifts.  Life itself bears witness.  

It seems endless what we can do, in spite of greed and control.  And that is the battle.

Medicating symptoms instead of cures is an example.  Health has become yet another avenue of control, for the sick are more easily controlled.  

Real peace  includes self defense, but greed and dominance block it.

The great gift of Freedom is suborned to limit people.  This contest continues today.  

The fallen, in darkness, have forgotten gifts, except the ability to dominate and favors given for subservience.  

Wherever we go from here, we must be free to fulfill our destiny.

Remember, for the free, so are the gifts.

For the dark/enslaved, there is always a price.

Then again, for we who seek Liberty, there is a price.

We have a gift to resist.

Control Redux.

Talked about it before and can't talk about it enough.  It is the crux of our enemies.  Yet, control can be both bad and good.

Controlling due to lack of self is a keystone for collectivists.  It began before when the fallen became so swollen with pride they forgot the Source.  

OTOH self control is paramount for individuals.  We mustn't go off half cocked.  There is a time and place for all behavior connected to Freedom.  Witness the Founders' course of action.  We must balance head and heart.  

Rule of Law in a Constitutional Republic vs rule of men in a democracy/dictatorship.  History hosts our thoughts.  

Thinking implies internalization.  One learns about oneself.  And it plays out among others.  

If people control due to lack of self, they don't have to think.  They don't examine themselves and project their illness on those they seek to control.  

Responsibility is the crux of conscience for Liberty lovers. 

Arrogance

 Someone was heckling the current Occupier.

He bade his security and meager followers to let him speak/rant.  What an a$$ the senile one is.  An embarrassment.  Such arrogance.

The attitude was condescending.  It was 'let the little man rave.  There is nothing he can do'.

Another oddity is wardrobe.

The real President seemed to have one dark blue suit.  I'm sure he had a closetful of the same cut, but the emphasis was 'we are here for the business of restoring the Republic'.

The current criminal has a big sharp dressed wardrobe.  Well, it does not detract from thievery and mental deterioration.  Arrogance.

Deeds, not clothes, make the man.  

There is a lot being done to counter our collectivist enemies.  They know it.  Thus the arrogance.  It is both a facade and their belief they are better than we.  Pride comes before the fall.

It is both the arrogance of ignorance and the ignorance of arrogance.  Actually stupidity.  

We have self assurance.  It enables us to do more than something.

Let the people see perfidy.

It will be replaced with Liberty.

Vulgar

 Not the Vulgar Boatmen rock group.  But a word that, like many, has textured meaning.

It can mean crude, offensive or common, public.  It can delineate from there.  

Comedy is telling.  Something funny to one might not be so to another.

There has always been shall we say, low brow humor.  It can be funny, depending on the attitude.

Previous comedy had been done with innuendo.  Now it's in the face, as it were.

There is a liberal comedienne who makes gross anatomical jokes.  It's disgusting.

There is a livertarian lady who is explicit, yet she invokes laughter.

The difference is simple.

The liberal is demeaning and appeals to dehumanizing behavior.

The libertarian lampoons our sexual behavior.  It mirrors our mistakes but celebrates humanity.

Not everyone's cup of tea, but there it is. 

The culture war builds up or tears down.  Sometimes bluntly.

Don't Wait

 Don't just jump in.  Make sure the time's right.

With all he learned and content of character inherited, there was still a flaw that plagued the man throughout his life.  Reticence.

He and his brother from another mother used to remark that it took so long for one or the other to respond.  They are closer than ever now through spirit.  

His BFAM cautioned against procrastination nonetheless especially when it came to life decisions.  When the man did so, there was success.  When he waited too long, failure stepped in.  

The past is his future.  It is not getting lost in the past, it is a springboard for today and tomorrow.  What have we learned from yesteryear for weal or woe?  All our yesterdays coalesce.  

Make lost opportunity found/NOW opportunity.  Replace some parts with new.  The body survives.  

Remember everything and everyone.  

Carry on.

Hitch.

When his Dad crossed over, he lost not an anchor, but a rudder.  Which way to steer, to go?  

In his senior year of high school, he would sometimes take to the halls and wander, sometimes using the English/History department's office to call friends and family.  The teachers understood his grief and allowed this behavior.

After graduation, he travelled and instead of being a lackey, he moved to a couple of places.  He also took to hitching around the country, seeing sights and working odd jobs.  It was almost like some kind of series, meeting others and exchanging thoughts, grappling with being himself.

There were a lot of different people out there on the road.  Good angels and evil ones, some bad folks and a lot of good ones.  He learned to discern.  As long as he trusted that content of character, he gathered credit to be himself.  When he allowed others to try managing him, he wavered.

He figured there were those who sought Freedom and those who grasped tyranny, even in small ways as well as bigger.

Instead of accepting a pittance and letting others decide for him, he chose the riskier path to pay his own way.  And he hitched.  

He learned of different professions, a variety of jobs which balanced helping others and authority.  And along that seemingly wandering path, he awakened people to their own sense of self worth as he found his.  s.  We can choose to 

Giving up never works.  He has zigged when he should have zagged.  He has passed his knowledge aka content of character, to not just his kids but also many others.  It's free to them, however the cost is high. 

Dark and light, good and evil wend their ways through our lives.  We can see this.  We can choose to do something or nothing.  

We can risk Liberty or sink into the morass of tyranny.

Tolkien said in Lord of the Rings that 'Not all who wander are lost'.

We can hitch, meet others for weal or woe.  

The trip is worth it.

Soapy

As a child, he was a prankster.  Nothing nasty, just the whoopie cushion/joy buzzer stuff.  Humor was his way to deal with family intrigue.  

I spoke of it before.  There were factions and very much dark vs light.  Both sides of his family were involved.  It was Machiavellian; a soap opera. 

From the beginning, he was gifted with thinking for himself.  He had to see proof.  He questioned.

And when the intrigue threatened to engulf him, he was saved with love and light.  Even in total darkness, one light is a magnet for sanity and love.  

Mixed emotions of love and hate were meant to confuse, isolate and defeat.  Love, spiritual and earthbound overcame.  He was never alone.  

Content of character was his true inheritance.  It was the life preserver in the tempest.  

In spite of ups and downs, God's Love shone through.

Old Road

 He travelled the old road a lot.  Yet, as a child, he got nervous in the pit of his stomach on his way to the village.  Once there, he was surrounded with love.  It was unconditional.  Perhaps it was fear of the unknown?

It taught him to fight intellectually/socially.  Bullies and liars still scatter.

On that old road and offshoots, there were family members, security, a neighborhood nest.  

There were, of course, family intrigues.  Some were not what they should have been.  But others made up for that.  

The village exemplified that angst.  There, good vs evil wrestled.  Perhaps that was the cause of his rumble tums.  Good won.

At the other end, a baby grew to toddlerhood.  He came along at the right time.  Good won there too.

That old road was peaceful country, open, growing.  It changed.

Now, there is commercial clutter.  Strip malls, fast food and suburbs seemed to choke the gentle, quiet way.  Same road.  Different trip.

He is the last of the family on that old road.  But he has a family of his own.

The old road of the past is now the new road of his future.

He is making his own road.

Pinball

 He's a pinball wizard.  That has to be a twist.  Pete Townshend's lyrics are from the rock opera Tommy.  Symbolism reaching out.

There is eclectic thought process.  It bounces from one thing to another.  It's not as chaotic as you might think.  

It can be as simple as word association.  One thought leads to another.  A specific topic can render specific results.  Some fit some don't.  See what works.

Write thoughts down.  Trying to juggle them all can be daunting.  And if something escapes into the ethos, just wait.  The old adage if it's important it'll come back is often true.  Then again don't worry if it doesn't.  Alternatives come.

Having an outline/framework is a good idea.  The thoughts can mix and match.

Whiteboard helps organized main and tangent points, reminders etc.  

Don't obsess.  Balance head and heart.  

Learn how to rush and how to take your time.  Think under pressure and don't go to sleep either.

Just bouncing ideas.

So, try not to tilt, mind your bumpers and don't forget to use the flippers.

Better.

 Than what?

After so much improvement after 28 years, we are in a downspin.  And there is the crux.  Worse is better.

No, I don't ascribe to that.  It is a Leninist maxim.  As bad as things get, collectivists destroy even more, making the previous atrocities seem ok.  Then, the new crisis occupies the people, leaving no room to think or improve.  

Power for its own sake demands more.  It is bottomless hunger.  They control due to lack of self.  There is no humanity, only merciless conquest.  

As is normal for collectivists, what they do is opposite of what they say.  It might sound better, but it is worse.  

Look at better with light and a fine tooth comb.

Live in Liberty and truth.

Don't do better.  

Be best.

Ricochet

 Something, usually a bullet, that bounces off a hard surface.  Its path is deflected and can hit something, even the shooter, at an odd angle.

In self defense we make sure what is behind a target.  We don't want to harm innocents.  We want to only stop the threat.  Accuracy and control are paramount.

Gangsters/criminals or as Col. Jeff Cooper called em 'goblins' don't care.  They shoot into a crowd or wildly shoot, hurting many including kids.  Hitmen have downed a whole passenger list to murder one person.  It is lack of humanity.

Also, words can be accurate.  They paint verbal pics and can speak of love, strength, patriotism.

Words, especially these days, but as before, ricochet.  They are misplaced and can mean the opposite of what is said.  

Be accurate and mean what you say.  

Bullseye!

Prurient

 Immoderate or unwholesome interest/desire.  Sensationalism.  Arousal of quick, intense emotional reaction.  It ain't just sex.  It's distraction.

Nothing wrong with a little excitement of almost any kind.  But if it's obsessive, it stultifies.  The objective is, if not sex, that people get upset about something based in half truth if not lies.  

The idea is to be robbed of the ability to think, to reason. 

Don't be a headline hopper.  

It's easy to be led.  Unravelling is simpler than knitting.

Rise above.

Bullies Redux

 It's well known I loathe bullies.  Physical, intellectual, spiritual are all the same.  Dominance due to lack of self.  Ultimately evil.

It might be a stretch from the bully on the schoolyard to the guard on a death line.  Or not.  It takes the nurturing of poisonous weeds.

I remember people like a certain current pretender in grade/high school and college too.  They were cheats, liars and yes, bullies.  Plagiarism ran rampant through them.

The need to bully is just support for all the other negativity.  As I said, I encountered them.

In grade school I won a fight standing up to them.  No more trouble-then.

High school saw me deny someone my answers to tests.  They tried to intimidate me.  I resisted and shall we say overcame because I defended myself verbally and physically.  

There is no difference between politicians and those idiots/thugs in school.  

Resist.  And fight on all levels, including exposure/truth.

I learned to deal with bullies from 3 people.

Physically from my Brother

Intellectually from my GreatGrandmother

Spiritually from my Brother from another Mother

Asking.

 He asks while other men just talk.  Thunderball.  No time to waste with Mr Bond.

Asking can be tricky.  It's all in the how.  And no, this is NOT a manual for pick ups as it were -s-.  Some things might apply.

In my line, advice is way easier than dough.  People are apt to give tips, even without charging, for how and who to see.  My asking for advice got the attention of Pat McGoohan and Bob Wise among others.  This led to mentoring and friendship.  

Also, I had devised plans of my own, having been a businessman as well as artist.  And I'm not afraid to approach people.  I don't waste time and never osculate posterior.  If I admire other work, I'll tell them.  

I told John Rhys-Davies a story about Jeff Corey.

I was a little at a loss for words and told Jeff I liked his work.  He said 'You know Mike, so do I.'  That broke the ice with both lol.

I've promoted certain charities, recently Alzheimers care and research.  Also, I'm helping my ex raise money for a new roof and basement pipes for her 200 year old house.

Honesty is indeed the best policy when asking.  No need to embellish.  Just present the topic in a cogent pleasant direct way.  

Think, plan.  Know what you are looking for.  

Word of mouth can give you a good rep.  And then, a product well done will be a calling card.

You might find this useful for shall we say current events and participation therein.

Good luck.

Pop Up

 Always looking for inspiration/ideas.  True for this blog, my other writing and just about everything.  

I calm down oddly in these times and meditate.

I don't empty my mind.  I leave that to our enemies.  I clear my mind.  No jumble nor confusion.  Sometimes things pop up.

I keep a note book around for ideas.  Some work, some don't.  

The ideas flow and from others.  The art of the idea deal -s-?

Pop up doesn't mean pop out.  Analysis, discussion and review are needed.

Think the Founders.  There was no whim with them.

So Many

 There is no mystique.  A socalled star system existed in showbiz.  It's more of a hodge podge now.  Actually it's always been a team effort.  A 'star' is a hook.

There are reliable actors who might be called stars.  Me?  I look for story.  Show me the script -s-.  There are some actors though who might get my attention.  That is, if we leave platform out and story central.

Look at the credits of a movie or a TV show.  So many jobs, all to make a product.  Above the line people should be and healthy ones are grateful.  But leadership is ephemeral.

The Founders were leaders.  But they suffered with all the others who won Freedom.  These days, even for proliberty, it's more of a mixture.  

I respond positively to content then action, not celebs.  Results, slow coming even, are seemingly few.  But there is a growing trend, a tsunami coming.  Freedom will prevail and the enemy will be so few.

The so manys are everywhere.  Find their leaders.  Start at the top.  

Let the stars sparkle.

Be real.  Do your part.

College.

 We homeschooled the kids for quite a while.  It was long enough for them to develop real critical thinking and inductive/deductive reasoning.  

Our daughter got swayed left some in HS.. Not the son.  We work on it.

The collectivist perversion must be constantly monitored.  How else have we gotten here save that we trusted education to be impartial?  

More homeschooling is the answer, even into college level.

People revere college level education.  We see the result of indoctrination.  I propose a series of guildlike study.  It is not impossible.

Profs could offer their fields of study and negotiate with families.  Even medicine could do so.

Apprenticeships and upward can bring a better concentration.  There would be individual achievement sans big pharma.

Details can be ironed out as to how it's managed.

This is just food for thought as of now.

The ivy halls can be at home for a future of dedicated people and skilled specialists or family medicine.

Research can be conducted finally free of big pharma control.

School yourselves.

Specifics

 All those essay tests.  Grade, High and college, those exams made me stop and think.  

Topics varied.  And objectives changed.  One thing besides fact was consistent.  I was urged to be specific.  Everything, including opinion, had to be explained.  All within a specific (sic) period of time.

Collectivists don't deal in facts.  They dither around and when called on for specifics, they refer to other generalities, including whitewashing (what a term now lol), facts, mixing lies with truth.  

What are the alternatives, improvements etc now, for instance.  Crickets.  Or they occasionally dwell in negatives.  

Their bills always are the opposite of what they mean.  Their vagaries are legion.  And of course they rely on emotion, not reason.  There is no balance.  Oh yes, their pages are voluminous.  That would get a 'F' in my day.  

So, we must be specific, to the point.  It stultifies the enemy.  

I hope the Republic gets an 'A+'.

Right..

 Carrots And Sticks.  Do this.  Don't do that.  Remember?

Learning right from wrong is a process.  There is some instinct, but we must have positive guides.  Freedom isn't free.

As parents we remonstrate and punish/reward.  That is shortlived.  As kids grow older, we talk and teach Freedom.  

Our enemies never learned boundaries.  And they trespass as well.  They mix up what is boundless ie our potential for success and Liberty.  They cheat, steal, take and claim the triumph of others is theirs.  They do wrong and do not fear retribution.  Some even welcome hell.

They may seem to do right ie charity of a sorts.  It is show.  There is no feeling.

Do right.  For no reward.  

I believe karma will call and we shall see about payment, likely some very bad things for very bad people.  

Doing right for right's sake.  

Payment may surprise.

Basics

When someone hates someone else for telling/doing the truth, it compels one to secure a support base.  Noone is an island.

The darkside seeks to isolate and desolate.  It wants to depress and fool people into thinking they are alone.  This isn't true, unless people are beaten down and they believe the narrative.  

I've mentioned this tale of treachery before.  This spikes it.  Or it puts a stake through its heart.  

Noting the passing of some local talent reminds me of good times in theater locally.  Also the bad.  I was blacklisted.  Called cancelling now.  I spoke up and out and got censured.  

We know over the years in politics etc how treachery winds itself like a python round Freedom principles and the people living them.  It's that isolation I spoke of.  But many reach out and like minded people form groups to fight the choking tyranny.  

There are people nationally and locally who let power go to their heads.  They revel in telling others what to do, to control.  And if their victims don't knuckle under, they actually enjoy inflicting pain.

As mentioned in a previous post, when I ran afoul of two people prominent in local theater, I found myself no longer able to get parts in local productions.  Of course I auditioned.  But it was easy to not pick me.  Mind you, there is always an average for such things.  I went on to win, yet I won some and lost some.  Not anymore.  Nothing.  And finally I got it.  And word got to me.

I was popular enough.  One of the owners of a local theater had hired me and taught me a lot re acting and the business of theater.  Then he distanced himself.  Not always abrupt, to make it less obvious, but noticeable.  Same for actors etal.

The complicity was complete.  Not one place gave me a job.  Mind you most was community theater, but there was a fine quality.  One of the plays I did was likened to professional work even from NYC. 

The enabler/bully wife had some student actors carrot and sticked.  The only carrot was to submit.  I was doing a favor with my work.  I told the kids to complain, but the bully had them with grades and career restraints.  She tried to withhold my pay.  I complained and walked out.  I was paid.  

She didn't like being thwarted.  And she was influential in local theater.  She could have ruined anyone.  That theater owner caved for fear of losing funding.

You might ask how/why I'd  be such a center of attention.  She was pathological in her control and knowing how her hubby victimized late teen/young adult males, she sought to discredit me.  She could say I was just jealous or petty.  Talk about projection!

Now, her influence was limited.  Sure, she could drop a word and dominolike word of mouth might extend her.  Or not.  NYC/LA teachers, friends, associates never heard of her.  As for a few lower level friends of friends, they were easy to avoid.  Big ducks in small ponds shrink.  

BTW, she was a liberal or whatever moniker you pick.  And her cancelling technique is exactly what the collectivists use now.  Some things never change.  

One thing.  Some black musicians/singers didn't backstab me.  I performed with them.  And I got positioned to do some work elsewhere.  They encouraged me.

Well, all the sinister bs led to me doing what I was planning anyway.  I left and studied with notable people from NYC and LA.  I profited artistically, financially and socially.

And my wife and kids are the main pillar of my support!  And so is my brother from another mother.

My writing makes use of my acting.  I play all the parts lol.

There was a wonderful woman, a great singer/actress.  She trained with my wife's grandmother and went on as a rising star on Broadway.

Unfortunately, she married a grifter who used her and forced her to return to her hometown.

We were friends as she was friends with my wife's family.

She certainly encouraged me and warned me.

She told me not to let them do to me what they did to her.  She gave up.

To her now I say they did NOT.  They couldn't and wouldn't.

My future is brighter and even better success is coming!

Blue and Yellow

 These colors make green.  Symbol of weal AND woe.

We think of green as calm, fertile, prolific.  There is a converse/obverse view.

In certain spiritual circles, green is the color of passion/jealousy.  Red, btw, is the color of calm.  Startling.  Green is the color of the fallen.

Ok.  Enough speculation lol.  Make of it what you will.  Now for just a story.

There is a mighty tree in the woods.  Not sure what kind, but it's big, with large gnarled limbs.  In Spring/Summer Its leaves are green and thick.  Of course, in fall/winter the tree presents its bare, sleeping limbs.  But some green remains.

There is a vine, with large verdant leaves, spiraling up the trunk. Slowly, quietly, it has advanced and extends to a couple of branches.  

The shiny leaves twitch in the wind and the vine has grafted onto the trunk, as if just a part of the wood.  

Bit by bit the vine saps the life of the tree.  The tree is mighty but in a matter of time it will become a brittle stick.  The vine cares not that it will die together.  It only consumes.

A tree surgeon is needed.  However, there is danger.  If plant poison is ill applied and if ungrafted poorly, the tree will still die.  

Nevertheless, there will be scarring and the vine's root must be ripped out and up the tree.

All that is green is not good.

But the price of injury is better than a quiet, solitary death.

Let's hope the tree thrives and is stronger for the effort.

See And Disregard

 Art imitates life.  Life imitates art.  It's a 2 way street.

Our enemies think if we're culturally pummeled that we can be conditioned to ignore the obvious.  They famously flout their plans and attitude in 'fiction'.  The idea is if it's displayed, that it couldn't possibly be real.  The opposite can be true.

It's dangerous to think for oneself.  If we see elements of reality, it might be dangerous for the opposition, when we are onto them.  Or perilous for us, if we read the word for whatever we may scope out.  

Often, movies/TV shows do exaggerate.  That's how they purport that it can't be real.  Yet, they flaunt what they do and even have Freedom fighters displayed.  They want to lead people by the nose.  

Of course, there are projects produced with obvious emphasis one way or the other.  History might be condensed and/or represented.  The spirit of a situation may come through however.  

And often truth can be released or escape, through science fiction/horror.  Then it's up to us to see parallels with real life.  Symbology reigns.  Oh yes, comedy plays a part too.  Laugh and read between the lines.  Or even see what's right there.

We've heard people comment, astonished, that a current event seemed just like a movie.  Well, some events are planned and with the goal to change for weal and often for woe.  Again art imitates life and life imitates art.  

Our enemies lie and cheat, depending on the nonthinker to go along.

They fear those of us who analyze.  They maneuver the usual ridicule to brush us aside.  The problem for them is we don't brush -s-.  

So see and regard.  Watch what's going on.

And above all, don't let anyone think for you.

White Dot

 My brother from another mother was Black and American Indian.  I'm White and American Indian.  We are human.

My oldest daughter would play with his kids.  I'd joke she was easy to spot, a white dot among black dots.  Imagine saying that now!

These things are simply matter of fact.  What mattered was the love and friendship.  

It was the same one Easter Sunday at his then church.  It was Pentecostal and was predominantly Black.  We worshipped together, though the methods were different from my way.  

At lunch, I was the only White guy there.  So what?  Didn't matter to anyone.  We were of common accord.  

There happened to be one other White guy in the afternoon service.  Just an observation.

I was asked to give a message.  It was off the cuff and the setting was so different from my Lutheran worship.  Yet it was the same.  I said so and they encouraged me.

So I spoke and was inspired just the same as my sermons in my church.  It was notable for me the vocal encouragement of 'preach on' and 'yes brother'.  Different yet the same.  Purpose.  

White dot.  Black dot.  More than dots.  People.  

The content of our character was greater than the sum of our color.

In an era where evil attempts to divide us, remember acceptance just as we are.

Same Thing

 In terms of stimulation, there's a similarity between sexual content and what's floating around as info these days. There is titillation, an anxious quest to see what's next.

Headlines, like sample pics, open curiosity and those hungry for satisfaction gobble anything.  If they're inclined.  Others, not so.  For the latter, exposure and indifference go hand in hand.  One has to give permission if the former.  

Self control and discernment go together.  What are you looking for?  Facts?  Better see re content.  Details.  Compare and decide with circumstances seasoning the pot.  

I avoid the main and look for truth and not reverse propaganda.  Truth.  

I may once in a while indulge, say, in spur of the moment selection.  Like chocolate popcorn, I say to myself 'what the heck' and grab it.  I allow myself consciously to do so.  

But mostly, I stick to what nourishes me.

All I'm saying is avoid addiction.  Don't rely on others to think for you.  

Be together but not in a herd.  Share and agree to be free.  Yet reserve the right to differ.  That's America.  

Doggies

 Nooo not puppies and lollipops, though puppies are cute.  Doggies.  Friends.  Family.  Love.  Protection.

I've blogged of Steve and Carmen.  They come to mind very often.

Steve kept our son company.  When he was round 10 he talked to Stevie.  A boy and his dog. You can confide in doggies.

How much English do doggies understand?  Don't know.  They know a lotta words concerning food/eating -s-.  They are fluent in feelings.

If you looked in Carmen's golden eyes, you could see/feel love.  Call it vibes.  And doggie smiles!  So many with them.

Doggies offer unconditional love, even to villains.  Hitler and the current national opponent had/have doggies.  Not the doggies' fault.

OTOH doggies protect from bad people and perhaps things unseen.  Ours sure did.

So many doggies in our lives and a few kitties too.

I'm just saying in these tremulous times, I hope you experience such simple but profound love.

Light is Light.

Selfmade

 My Mom and Dad were high school dropouts.  They turned out as successful manager and businessman, in a domestic/business partnership.  I have never seen others able to communicate with anyone they met, including the real POTUS, as well as they.  Though the latter completed college and had some advantages, I believe he has much in common with my parents.

There is a motivation to learn in real life.  School only covers a fraction.  Same with me, though I made it to college.  Most of life is school.  

The ability to think for oneself and apply experience with a talent to learn and utilize is what makes people unique.  

When I saw Trump's predecessor say in ref you didn't build that, I knew he was lying.  Oh he was built by committee.  My parents and Trump were built by inspiration.  Investment?  Sure.  Processed?  Never.

And there are many among us, in spite of dumbing down/brainwashing, who are selfmade.

Our family and the Trumps pass it down.

Just do it.

Wasted

 Noting the qualities of people.  And maybe speculation creeps in again.  Take a look.

Ever meet someone who gives you the creeps?  Or see people who repel you?

We joke about our enemies, but they do give pause.  I think certain politicians look like Dick Tracy villains.  

Now, some age better than others.  All sorts of factors come in play.

Looks?  A pretty face can hide an evil mind.  So content of character is important.  

Look at eyes.  Some are Dorian Grey, others are piercing, luciferian.  

People who are possessed are often smooth.  The perfectly possessed have made a deal and are in union with the Fallen.  But I guarantee one can sense them.  And they sense those of the Light.

Some not so attractive folks are saints.  And the opposite is true.  

Often it is the deeds of others that are telling.  Need I say more re current events?

The wasted steal anything they can.  And they try to control due to lack of self.  They try to waste our time with collectivist miasma.  Expose them.

Be fearless.  Don't let them waste you.

Versus

 Time to indulge me.  What I'm about to talk about is speculative.  It might be considered outre.  Some ignore it.  Others obsess.  

Now agree disagree or ignore.  And though it may cost me a few readers, I hope you think about it.

We are in dark times.  And it's beyond just Rs and Ds.  It is truly between good and evil.    So let's talk what ifs.

There is a spiritual side to everything.  And in this time, we are experiencing an attempt to exercise absolute power over us.  It is controlling due to lack of self.

He!! is the lack of God and God's love.  We can imagine all kinds of scenarios, shoveling coal, fiery pits, even frozen lakes, but the absence of God is he!!.  It is the absence of love and hope.  It is the festering place for lies and pain and exploitation.  Considering what's going on, we could say we have he!! on earth.  

God wants us to have free will.  We can choose to embrace or fall.  

Collectivism/the Fallen want to control.  That is because they have no free will left.  And some are willing to be told what to do.  

Lenin proclaimed that 'worse is better'.  As things deteriorate, people are kept off balance with confusion and hopelessness, ensuring the controllers lord it over the People.  They can rewrite everything in the collectivist/luciferian matrix.  It's known as cultural marxism.  

There was a priest who was a scholar, author and exorcist.  His name was Malachi Martin.  He claimed the antichrist was in existence currently.  That was in the late 90s.  Still true now.  

Father Malachi claimed ac wasn't born as we are, but exists nonetheless.  He is said to rise when problems are insoluble.  He will solve them and people will be fooled into worshipping him.

I mention these things to make a speculative point.  What if all the ac stuff is real but seems more 'down to earth' as it were.  What if worse is better is a preparation for ac.  And what if DJT has thwarted this effort.

I know, that it may seem far fetched.  But the collectivists enmesh us into quagmires.  There are attempts to isolate us literally and to make us feel fearful and alone.  In the confusion, some will reach for any lifesaver.  Or just roll over.

Whatever you think, we must promote Restoration of the Republic.  It certainly thwarts the evil of tyranny and And brings Truth and Light.  The Founders could not have achieved what they did w/o divine intervention.  And yes it worked out historically.  Like all war, there are ups and downs, battles won and lost.

The greatest battle is now.

It's us vs them

Good versus evil.