Workings

Titles.  Thought of the works as in everything put into projects, though it's also the name of a local 'gym'.  Maybe workings as in guts or a well oiled machine.  Ok, it is what it is.  I'm just talking about work.

It's said that more people are entering trades and eschewing college.  Practical labor is what makes America work.  Who builds the roads, houses, fixes the pipes and wires?  Tradespeople.

I'm not suggesting everyone takes up a trade.  It's important to appreciate what people do.  Don't take them for granted.

I would say that responsibility for oneself would entail learning a few simple skills such as boiling water/simple cooking and changing a tire.  The more you depend on others, the less you can trust yourself.

We've had a lot of remodeling in the area the last year.  It's great to see the transformation from some places wrecked to a home again.  Others are simply improved.

There has been concern mostly raised by collectivists, that such improvements displace the poor.  There are efforts to help low income folks to join in the improvements.  Many rent and some are transient for various reasons best addressed in another post.

The main thing here is the wonderful craftsmanship we've witnessed.  Using modern techniques and materials, we are seeing a true restoration from the ground up.

Several crews have worked long hours and the handiness is phenomenal.

They are mostly young to middle aged men who have decided they want to do this kind of work.  They have apprenticed, worked several years to achieve a skill level which is dependable and first class.  They get in and get the job done well.

This is America.

I'm not knocking all college work.  But it has increasingly become pointless and the schools have become collectivist brainwashing centers.

I myself attended university with a clinical psychology major.  My intention was to counsel.  I've done some things but fund my expression in the fine arts.  Of that, I gained experience in theater much like an apprentice.

Also, I learned to housepaint and general construction at that time.  I am a more rounded person as a result.

Of course there are people who are not quality workers.  There are thieves who take the money and run.  Take care where you learn and who you hire.

As for round here, these guys are excellent, honorable, skilled and fair.

The man who lived next door was skilled himself and did much improvement.  I think he would be pleased with this next generation of craftspeople.

Life can have many roads and they can each be fulfilling.  Choose wisely.

Nerds

In the tradition of opportunism there is a candy called Nerds.  Nothing sweet here.

Bookworm was the term when I was a kid.  It swiftly segued to nerd in the 60s.

Nerds tend to be singleminded.  I've found when it comes to Liberty, that's admirable. 

Often when these folks obsess, they ignore social graces and personal hygiene.  There expertise can be quite phenomenal. 

My kids call themselves nerds, though they are quite erudite.  Maybe I'm a James Bond nerd lol.

My dealings, both as a fan and writer/actor have led me to meet many folks who wear the nerd mantle.  I've found quite a few to be decent honest folks who love something particular.  I have also met the opposite.

Like all people/groups there are those who embrace the darkside.  Some are persecuted and take out their abuse on innocents as well as the guilty.  But, free will being what it is, others choose willingly to follow the fallen.  It is those who control much of msm and social media.  I say control, but they to have their masters.

Many of them appear insipid, even meek/Casper Milquetoasts.  But they are cunning little weasels, plotting to control.  Arrogance of course is their chief characteristic.  They are among the worst Bertha Better'n Yous.  Beta males enraged.  Some females too, as witness several 'marchers'.

When I was in high school, I was friends with some of the 'brief case breakfast club' members.  It was a label given our especially math oriented nerds.  These were generally ok guys/gals who simply had a particular expertise.  I manage to relate to folks and listen.  That's so left out these days.

If you accept people as they are, they are friendly, forthcoming, except for actual collectivist puppets.  But if you see them as they truly are, then shine the light.  Nothing puts bullies on the spot than scrutiny.

Above all, be yourselves.  Be honest.

Babes

No not the epithet from 50s/60s in ref young women.  I still sometimes say girl though.  I'm talking about how we all started out.

Yes, all of us, even the Presidents former opponent (I think lol) and everyone were a sperm and egg which united to make a unique human being.

I believe life begins at conception.  Agree, disagree, ignore etc.  Life starts and in 18 days, there is a heartbeat.

And to stop that life is wrong.  Are women evil to do it?  Some.  Many are not and there are occasional health issues.  Life has a way of returning.

There are evil people, reprobate minds, if you will, who have a total disregard for life, except their own.  Their goal is control and the power that comes with it.  It is a thin watery power, though in its throes, they maintain a level of force.

True power is unconditional love and free will.  Babies very much illustrate this.

Ever held a baby?  Such a combination of fragility and strength; human nature firsthand.  Warmth, soothing love and yes, diapers lol.  From sublime to earthy.  All part of it.  Humbling but part of the cycle.

Now New York has an immoral, illegal 'law' which allows termination aka murder up to full term.

What kind of socalled people do this?  'People' who give up humanity in exchange for the previously mentioned power, whatever form it may take.  And you may believe it or not, there are those who accept abortion as sacrifice.  And there are those who turn a blind eye.  Out of sight out of mind.  Same for child rape.  Control is the goal.

No price is too great for that demonic jewel.  Abortion, social dissolution, economic disaster all contribute to the place where those who would be our masters reign.

Save lives.  Convince.  Conscience.  Alternatives.  Babies.

Stronger. 

The dark side wears away but love is strength and remains forever.

For the love of babes resist the devil.

Slices.

Peeling the onion, layer by layer.  A way coined by Steve McQueen, to get at a character analysis.  Yes he studied, rehearsed.  He just made it look easy.

There is, of course, an adverse definition too.  It is the whittling away of good, positive support.  This is being done by the collectivists in anticipation of 2020.  It is also isolation concerning the President and many Restoring the Republic.

Look how the collectivists have stripped the internet of mostly conservative/populist sites as well as some liberal sites, mostly antiwar.  What is the goal?  To deprive the people of alternative news.  To steal the truth.  They cannot.

We must use every means necessary to get the word out about their machinations, their methods, their lies.  They overestimate and still think we are stupid/cattle.  Pride comes before the fall.

Be historians.  Cache history/current events before they are either erased or altered.  Share facts with everyone you can. 

The collectivists are trying to cut funding paysites and product banning.  Don't let them.  Support Freedom based news sources.

Thinking for oneself doesn't end when sites are censored.  In fact it bolsters independence.

Wake all you can,  person to person.  Eschew socalled msm and fact checkers.  They are merely purveyors for lies and half truths.

Find a way around, through, under, over blockage.  I bet you can find a method.

In grade school, one of my teachers would present puzzles of a psychological/social/mental nature.  She would say it was time to put our thinking caps on.  And having presented the challenge, she would leave it to us to find our own way.

So be it. Soha.

Washington's Vision

This afternoon, as I was sitting at this table engaged in preparing a dispatch, something seemed to disturb me. Looking up, I beheld standing opposite me a singularly beautiful female. So astonished was I, for I had given strict orders not to be disturbed, that it was some moments before I found language to inquire the cause of her presence. A second, a third and even a fourth time did I repeat my question, but received no answer from my mysterious visitor except a slight raising of her eyes.
By this time I felt strange sensations spreading through me. I would have risen but the riveted gaze of the being before me rendered volition impossible. I assayed once more to address her, but my tongue had become useless, as though it had become paralyzed.
A new influence, mysterious, potent, irresistible, took possession of me. All I could do was to gaze steadily, vacantly at my unknown visitor. Gradually the surrounding atmosphere seemed as if it had become filled with sensations, and luminous. Everything about me seemed to rarefy, the mysterious visitor herself becoming more airy and yet more distinct to my sight than before. I now began to feel as one dying, or rather to experience the sensations which I have sometimes imagined accompany dissolution. I did not think, I did not reason, I did not move; all were alike impossible. I was only conscious of gazing fixedly, vacantly at my companion.
Presently I heard a voice saying, "Son of the Republic, look and learn," while at the same time my visitor extended her arm eastwardly, I now beheld a heavy white vapor at some distance rising fold upon fold. This gradually dissipated, and I looked upon a stranger scene. Before me lay spread out in one vast plain all the countries of the world — Europe, Asia, Africa and America. I saw rolling and tossing between Europe and America the billows of the Atlantic, and between Asia and America lay the Pacific.
"Son of the Republic," said the same mysterious voice as before, "look and learn." At that moment I beheld a dark, shadowy being, like an angel, standing or rather floating in mid-air, between Europe and America. Dipping water out of the ocean in the hollow of each hand, he sprinkled some upon America with his right hand, while with his left hand he cast some on Europe. Immediately a cloud raised from these countries, and joined in mid-ocean. For a while it remained stationary, and then moved slowly westward, until it enveloped America in its murky folds. Sharp flashes of lightning gleamed through it at intervals, and I heard the smothered groans and cries of the American people.
A second time the angel dipped water from the ocean, and sprinkled it out as before. The dark cloud was then drawn back to the ocean, in whose heaving billows in sank from view. A third time I heard the mysterious voice saying, "Son of the Republic, look and learn," I cast my eyes upon America and beheld villages and towns and cities springing up one after another until the whole land from the Atlantic to the Pacific was dotted with them.
Again, I heard the mysterious voice say, "Son of the Republic, the end of the century cometh, look and learn." At this the dark shadowy angel turned his face southward, and from Africa I saw an ill omened specter approach our land. It flitted slowly over every town and city of the latter. The inhabitants presently set themselves in battle array against each other. As I continued looking I saw a bright angel, on whose brow rested a crown of light, on which was traced the word "Union," bearing the American flag which he placed between the divided nation, and said, "Remember ye are brethren." Instantly, the inhabitants, casting from them their weapons became friends once more, and united around the National Standard.
"And again I heard the mysterious voice saying "Son of the Republic, look and learn." At this the dark, shadowy angel placed a trumpet to his mouth, and blew three distinct blasts; and taking water from the ocean, he sprinkled it upon Europe, Asia and Africa. Then my eyes beheld a fearful scene: From each of these countries arose thick, black clouds that were soon joined into one. Throughout this mass there gleamed a dark red light by which I saw hordes of armed men, who, moving with the cloud, marched by land and sailed by sea to America. Our country was enveloped in this volume of cloud, and I saw these vast armies devastate the whole county and burn the villages, towns and cities that I beheld springing up. As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannon, clashing of sword, and the shouts and cries of millions in mortal combat, I heard again the mysterious voice saying, "Son of the Republic, look and learn" When the voice had ceased, the dark shadowy angel placed his trumpet once more to his mouth, and blew a long and fearful blast. "Instantly a light as of a thousand suns shone down from above me, and pierced and broke into fragments the dark cloud which enveloped America. At the same moment the angel upon whose head still shone the word Union, and who bore our national flag in one hand and a sword in the other, descended from the heavens attended by legions of white spirits. These immediately joined the inhabitants of America, who I perceived were will nigh overcome, but who immediately taking courage again, closed up their broken ranks and renewed the battle.
Again, amid the fearful noise of the conflict, I heard the mysterious voice saying, "Son of the Republic, look and learn." As the voice ceased, the shadowy angel for the last time dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it upon America. Instantly the dark cloud rolled back, together with the armies it had brought, leaving the inhabitants of the land victorious!
Then once more I beheld the villages, towns and cities springing up where I had seen them before, while the bright angel, planting the azure standard he had brought in the midst of them, cried with a loud voice: "While the stars remain, and the heavens send down dew upon the earth, so long shall the Union last." And taking from his brow the crown on which blazoned the word "Union," he placed it upon the Standard while the people, kneeling down, said, "Amen."
The scene instantly began to fade and dissolve, and I at last saw nothing but the rising, curling vapor I at first beheld. This also disappearing, I found myself once more gazing upon the mysterious visitor, who, in the same voice I had heard before, said, "Son of the Republic, what you have seen is thus interpreted: Three great perils will come upon the Republic. The most fearful is the third, but in this greatest conflict the whole world united shall not prevail against her. Let every child of the Republic learn to live for his God, his land and the Union." With these words the vision vanished, and I started from my seat and felt that I had seen a vision wherein had been shown to me the birth, progress, and destiny of the United States.

This has appeared with variation now around the web. 

Many have said it is fiction.  Some say it's real.

Supposedly at Valley Forge when Washington is depicted engaging in prayer.  He did indeed enlist the help of Providence and I believe it was God's hand that turned the tide for Liberty.

If it is fiction, perhaps it was a story best encased as such. As a writer, I can tell you that messages best get across in the fantastic.  Ideas are born and spread with enough story to give them a vehicle.

Research this and decide for yourselves.

I believe it's appropriate food for thought for what has happened and may ensue for the US in the months to come.

Uncommon Denominator

I've posted re fear before.  That goes for isolation as well.  The goal of the darkside is to dispirit us, to cause us to give up.

What the fallen count on is a result of their attitude toward humans and God's Creation.  They hate it.  They hate us.  It is unfathomable and ancient beyond time. 

Most important here is that attitude.  Because they despise us they treat us like cattle, beneath them. That is their mistake.  Pride came before the fall.  It still does with spirit and its human minions, the elitists etal.

Some of you may not consider this relevant.  Or you thinks it's nuts.  Ok.  I would never force anyone to believe what I do.  Follow your road to Freedom and Restoration of the Republic as you will.  However, I'm dealing with the basis of what's happening.

When people wake up and realize they have been/are being played, there is a mixture of thought /emotion.  Channeling anger to oppose this pride/control is utmost.  Get to thinking, knowing how the enemy operates, and dissemble their plans.  Know your enemy.

What's happening currently is encouraging.  We need to keep waking people up at least to temporal tyranny and how far gone we've sunk.  It's obvious, noting the way not only how the President is being treated, but all of us who seek Liberty that things are dire.

Study how the collectivists operate.  It's all over msm, social media even ftf encounters.  Violent, hateful derisive.  An over emphasis on Alinsky 5?  Yes but read all the rules.  Know your enemy.

Realize it's all control and the end goal is total worldwide control.  Those who would be our masters hate us knowing that and countering it bit by bit cogently.

And their weakness is treating us as I said before, like cattle.  And their hate is predictable.

Lies and half truths are still the disorder of the day.  Censorship is on the rise.  Opposition to senseless war, to squelching health and technological achievements, to nationalism and self determination are all over socalled current events.

Collectivism is the battering ram to dissemble and demolish US and the world.  These united States are the major stumbling block.  And we are still doing as the Founders did, lighting brushfires of Freedom in the minds of men and women not only here but all over the world.

Don't just react.  Use initiative.  Deliver.  Sitting round and getting upset at the latest collectivist outrage does little.

Be an uncommon denominator.  Shock the unshockable with truth and forthrightness.

Jingles

No not Andy Devine's character, Jingles P. Jones the sidekick on Adventures of Wild Bill Hickok.

It's the sound of coinage.

Money makes the world go around.  Well, finances, commodities etc do.  The paper is just that.  Though one might consider exchange, fluidity, value.

I've been asked how I can do what I want to do if I have no money.  Well, I can't.  I'm working on the means, the oil for the sticky gears.

I've waited for the right time and place.  It's like I reach out while opportunity searches for me.  Soon we'll meet. 

Business associations must be approached cautiously.  Nothing is perfect but one can create an advantageous situation. 

Of, by, for, through the Light.  No deals with darkness.  Is it possible in showbiz?  Yes.  It can be so anywhere.

My choice of work may seem peculiar, but it just boils down to content of character and good perception.

I've met people, as it were, maybe beings more like, who are not honest.  Some are downright evil.  We run into those anywhere.

There are those who seek to control and/or destroy.  The warped power motivates them.  I've not let them. 

I have met many who are honest, of the Light if you will.  They build, valuing themselves and others.  My advice is to set your sights for such, to search and find as they do too, those who are good.

It's always more than money.  It's timing, mutual benefit and having the sense to find like minds.

You'll find arguments, artistic differences, consideration tossed about.  That's key those considerations.  True compromise springs from it.

That's not the take an inch then a mile way.  It's altering some elements to suit a set of circumstances.

To keep a vision that's true.  To NOT compromise on key elements.  That's the money maker.

Thanks for indulging this post.

I have a lot to do but will til my last breath blog.  I owe it and my associations through it more than I can say.

I promise to keep my efforts with Freedom in mind.  The Light of Liberty guides my path.

I will make my profits work not just for me but for others.

Jingles are a unique music by which I sing my song.