Paint.

 I've mentioned before that I house painted my way through college.  I had several jobs actually, but the painting was a practical trade.

I learned from a master craftsman and acquired some skill.  And we painted everything from barns, to factories to houses.  We primarily met good people.  The interaction was interesting.

Most folks were just that.  They wanted a decent job for a fair wage, as did we.  And most left us to our work, trusting our skills.  My friend's reputation preceded him, as is the way of business, so he had no problem finding work.  It often found him.

Some people were nit pickers and seemed to be control freaks.  They seemed insecure to want to control someone else's talent.  We usually didn't return, even though our work was exemplary.

As said, how we interacted was interesting.

One of the most fascinating aspects was presumption.  Tradesmen can be ignored or put down.  And that often entails a talking down to.  The subtlest hints are the most palpable.

Most people respected my friend.  He was earthy and had a keen perception/intelligence.  There were only a few who thought he was beneath them.  Not hatred, but a condescending disdain.  He just shrugged them off.

He startled some into friendliness.  There are those who need to come out of their shells.  My friend had a way of lighting people.  A tight situation was loosened.  

He was honest and one got what one paid for.

I surprised a guy.  His Mom was having a house readied as a wedding gift.  My job was to paint the exterior.

One day, I was on a ladder, painting an eave over the driveway.

The guy pulled up and we chatted.

I like music when I work, be it painting, studying or writing.  I happened to have some show tunes which segued to classical.  I'm eclectic -s-.

This got the guy's attention.  Our conversation startled him as he discovered my knowledge of music and history.  I was surprised a seeming spoiled rich kid could have an in depth conversation.  He was further surprised a house painter was a college student and pursuing acting.  Books and covers come to mind.

Only the shallow don't or can't allow for anything out of the box.  They believe in 'knowing one's place'.  

It's that lack of self which is evident currently.  

Paint.  It can hide or enhance.

Time to choose.

Visit To An Asylum

 I hope noone is surprised at current events.

The behavior of collectivists is mappable.  They are everything bad, contrary to Freedom and Light.  Leftism/Left hand path same.  They will stop at NOTHING  to accomplish control.  Look at their track record of death and destruction.

This defies logic/common sense.  Collectivism, which has existed wherever humans dwell, pivots on control.

They keep hammering their dark experiment, fully expecting different results.  That's insanity.  The cop out is that they haven't gotten it quite right.  It is the excuse for tyranny.  They clamp down to refine the insanity.

Controlling due to lack of self is a hallmark.  They take, all the time claiming they share.  Insanity.

Collectivists target the young/naive.  The idealistic lies dance in the imagination of the young, who seek to right wrongs, share and get along.  A mind too open gets filled with something.  

Witness the blue vs red.  You know, when that originated, libs were red and conservatives blue.  It was a big Freudian whoops lol.  It's more than color.

Where blue prevails, we see the failures of collectivism.  And the aforementioned droning repeat performances that have brought evil/misery/death to millions and more.  

Controlling due to lack of self demands denial and lies.  That is their foundation.  They are lazy and rely on the lowest common denominator.  

Many are sick, but there is a cure.  Truth.

Quite a few will cling to their insanity to the bitter end.  But a lot of people were cured recently.  They are the reachables, they opted for the truth they finally saw.  

Don't buy into depression.  Evil isolates, dispirits, bullies people.  Just don't let them.

Insane minions aka trolls infest communication.  Don't feed them.  

Truth stands alone.  Yet we must defend Freedom with it or the asylum dwellers will run things.  

Courage.  Eye to eye and face to face.  And Light.  We are never alone.

Watch closely as the insane try to reclaim America.  They are being dealt with.  

The masks are falling.  It's impossible for enemies of Liberty to hide.  They are so obvious as are we who are Restoring the Republic.  

We see how they destroy.

We must rebuild.

Fudge

 I have no talent for making fudge.  It is a talent.

The right combination of ingredients, heat, intensity and timing all play a part.

My Mom and brother and mother inlaw made great fudge.  I make sludge.

Anyway, that's not what I'm driving at.  Sorry to fudge -s-.

NB: Beware and be ready.  Collectivists and their masters who wish to be ours will stop at nothing to destroy the Republic.  Come what may, be ready for any eventuality.  Study the enemy.  Build on truth and Light.  Watch and act wisely.

Boy howdy, is that true!

So many attempts to destroy our commander in chief, so many failures.  This is the hail mary.

A number of factors mix together both electronic and manual, to make a pot of confusion.

Our enemies are hoping to bamboozle, to distance events, banking on what they perceive as short memory.  The collectivists always underestimate the greatness of Americans.  Like all criminals, they think we are basically like them.  They rely on a lowest common denominator.  

They repeatedly demand proof even when abundant.  Even presented, they demand more.  Very Alinskyan.

The solution is to be unrelenting, pattern the truth where it matters most.  Stay calm and do not rise to their bait.

I remember kids who fudged tests in school.  It ranged from sneaking looks at others, including some accomplices sharing answers, to having answers written and hidden.  Or swiping whole tests.  Plagiarism sometimes happened for term papers.

These people go on to have shallow lives.  They end up sometimes with lots of material but no substance.

What faces us now is clear.  The collectivists seek to muddy.  They end up with sludge.  

We battle with truth, no apologies, and hammer.  

When caught, fudgers lie and squirm.  We must put them in a vise.  

The delight of truth and Light exposes them.  Let them dwell in darkness.

We will prevail in Light.

The Other Place.

 I may have written about this before.  Well, we have quite a time ahead so here we go.

The other place is an old time ref to h e-double hockey sticks, the absence of God.  BTW, is the actual word forbidden?  If so, hmm, is it like holding a mirror up to something to repel it?  

Perhaps the other place could be a metaphor describing what would take the place of the current administration.  It brings to mind a Twilight Zone ep called A Nice Place To Visit.

A petty criminal is killed in a gun battle with police.  He wakes to find a jovial figure called Pip telling him he is to guide him and give him whatever he wants.  Initially suspicious, Valentine goes with him.

And the thug gets a nice place, food, clothes, booze and broads as he says.  But it gets boring and he can't do anything on his own.  He can't visit with old pals because Pip tells him that this place is Valentine's alone.  

He gets so tired of it all he says he'd rather go to the other place.

Pip informs him it IS the other place and Valentine is locked in his apartment.

Oh yes.  Pip is dressed in white and all seems that way.

Pip is also an irritation vague to begin with.

My German prof had been a translator at Nuremberg, said of East/West Germany that some people liked others to do their thinking for them, to be given everything.

There are also those who welcome perdition.  One told me he welcomed the lake of fire as a cleansing free from God.  !!!  

So, as always we have a choice.  

Do we continue self determination/Liberty with all its risks?

Or do we become lackeys who receive handouts and bow to controllers?

This place or the other?

May it be THIS PLACE.

NB: Beware and be ready.  Collectivists and their masters who wish to be ours will stop at nothing to destroy the Republic.  Come what may, be ready for any eventuality.  Study the enemy.  Build on truth and Light.  Watch and act wisely.

Restoration.

 I've mentioned that one of my jobs working my way through college was housepainting with a skilled master craftsman.  We often crisscrossed with other crafts.

My friend and I painted new and repainted old.  And there was plenty of opportunity to observe the work involved putting a job together.  

The new buildings took precision even with new materials.  Frames, joints, everything fitted including drywall and plaster.  Pieces of the whole.

Old houses might have detail finish work for trim or bannisters etc.

There might be dryrot or other damage needing replacement.  This is even more detail and required a symphony of skills.

This tumultuous time demands attention toward restoration of the Constitutional Republic.  It is our house of Liberty.

Too many expected a power swirl and punp to clean things out.  No.

Old dark power must be confronted bit by bit and replaced with original intent.  That can't be erased long as we keep it in mind.  Planting seeds or Adams' brushfires of Freedom.  Not a consuming fire.  A refining fire.

This election do what you can.

A piece here and there all come together in a firm foundation and secure build.

Pass it on.

Passage

 Things are certainly in motion.  

I feel like we're crossing a rickety bridge or flying through turbulence.  Such is the challenge we make.  There is no choice.  Power never tamely surrenders.

It's remarkably simple.  We continue to seek a new birth of Freedom, or we sink.  

The legislative is only part as are the the executive and judicial.  It's up to each of us.  It's a mindset of Liberty which acts as our vehicle.  These days I think we need an armored vehicle instead of a convertible -s-.  

I don't want to chase my tail.  There is enough socalled news.  Watch.  Dig.  Find. Do.

Noone else can do it for you.

Cover

 It's the spooky time of year, moreso this year.  There's a lot of covering up.

Masks are disguises.  They cover with a new character.  They can cover with anonymity or blandness.  It can be fun or obstruction.  

Since it's the weird time indulge me.  What if.

There is a spiritual basis for all.  I've talked about it.  

Now what if masks are a test of complicity.  Let's see if this is accepted/tolerated.  Then move to something else.

What if noone can buy or sell without a mask, or a number.

Spooky food for thought.