This is for people who still think we aren't in trouble

A mixed Bag

Friends, 

This has been a dead two days.... almost like everyone left the news at home and went out for a walk. Good. I've been doing the same. I can't say all hell's gonna break loose, or if some of you are going to save us. Sure hope so, I mean, I see going out and lighting yourself on fire won't get you on the news... lighting farts at our poker games got more attention when were were kids.

Dig it: Man sets himself on fire outside Four Seasons hotel in Boston, witnesses say. across from Israeli consulate.

Jeez... how could they get that wrong? Hey Ronny baby? Or did he just have a terrible night at the Bar Four Seasons?.

Jeez... if I was Trump, maybe I'd say I'd cut off all support to foreign nations who are at war. Yes, any war, Period. Later we can ease support to other nations too... they don't like it...don't like us when we give 'em money and make them do things and  say things they don't want to! And you know... we don't like it either. This is the people speaking now... not some criminal representative. 

So we're all transfixed on the S-EE-ELECTION

Fuzz Warning: The Poop that's coming already has a head of steam, momentum too. Oh, and they're already here. So focusing on anything else seems foolish. Foolish Americans who trusted their government.

We've been in war since they figured out how lucrative it is... I'm beginning to see how it works... the only thing that can stop it are those people who think we own themselves. Yeah, YOU!

I mean, if you took a proper water glass and stood it upside down. Make it seven foot tall. Maybe two and half feet across. Next to it is a place to stand, a wooden structure that a guy named Larry steps up. A stool for him to sit on... whatever it is that makes him want to stay there... food, money or pussy, he seems comfortable enough. 

So Larry is just getting comfortable and WWWWOP ! The glass comes down over him onto the wooden structure. Then a Giant hand reaches down from the sky... no shit... and hauls the stand, the stool and Larry, off to a foreign land. A place with friendly people and lots of opportunity. Suddenly Larry is separated completely from his past. Giant hand lifts the glass off and he steps down into a free society. It's just him, here, now. Free!

So Larry gets a job fixing motorcycles, buys a trade-in from the dealer he's working for...  It gets him to work and he's got a thing with the waitress where he eats a few times a week. He has a room within walking distance of everything he cares about. A year goes by. One day a Marine Corps recruiter office opens next door... One day they end up having lunch at his girlfriend's restaurant. Suddenly Larry sees an eagle across the street, just sitting on a branch...eyeballing a pup playing in the street... and ol' Larry remembers his old life... And with the waitress across the counter, and his new next best buddy in his dress blues beside him...

That's when he remembers the hand from the sky... and finishes his lunch in good cheer. He'd been looking at a pair of saddle bags for sale in the parts department for some time now... and spoke to the boss about them. Dammed if they didn't look good on his Triumph TR6T! 

As the weeks passed, ol Lar, made his bike ready for the highway. At the same time he made it clear that he'd already been in the service and had no interest in it to his friend... and much as he liked her, he began to back off until it became clear that he wasn't interested in living with anyone now thank you very much Lucy babe... 

So ol' LarMo finished up the jobs on his bench, spoke to the boss and left one sunny Sunday morning, clean and right as rain... headed South, South West, happy as Larry.

Ma fellow AMarrikans, I think we've been tolerant enough... stepped back from every line we ever drew in the sand. I mean we don't mind 'cause they made our kids stupid, and we don't mind they took our jobs to other countries... and left them there. No, BUT WE MIND NOW DAMN IT! It's time to clean the house, demand an Article 5 RIGHT NOW and for God's sake, take responsibility for our representative's actions; or lack thereof.

Democrat Brother Snake-Bite tells me the things I actually saw at the Tucson airport were not correct, that I didn't see what I saw, immigrants in a separate line with these little cards in their hands. Not going through security as I waited in line. The people in security were outwardly courteous to me and the people in my line, one might say apologetic to us. I understood. I'd been living the better part of 3 years on the border and knew what the story was.

Sake-bite told me that the border has always been that way... but it wasn't like that when I was in Mansfield Junior high, or Tucson High after that. Me and Danny came from a segregated school in Camden Delaware, to Tucson, one of the greatest melting pots in history. And we mixed and didn't mix as we chose and as happenstance dictated. These were the days of early rock and roll, and we All Danced Together GaDamn it!

Yeah Snake-Bite... people were always crossing the border but Not from every shithole on the planet, They had family on both sides and since I've been crossing borders all my life, I can tell the difference! Fuck you Snake-Bite!

I lived on the border some three years recently, and watched this war with eyes open. I admit that I didn't know how to see it at first, but it unfolded before me... on a kind-of daily basis. 

The first place I stayed was a hundred meters from the fence. And the gringos who lived there made a point of not seeing, these people, phones in hand, following directions to a meet up at some point. That was a gringo's way of dealing with the Cabal. Every once and awhile someone would try my door. It was understood if you make some noise, he knows somebody is home, and according to the good manors of both sides, they will leave you alone. I suppose good manors follow a fully armed society. This shit works in real life.

But it was a zone of hyperactivity. Border Patrol cars ran 24/7 and only stopped for oil changes and drivers...  helicopters patrolling low with lights covering the ground around us. It was running in broad daylight. One day I heard a chopper right outside my camper, tipped at a 45 degree angle at me... Another time coming back from the VA, I was entering my little dirt road and became aware of a jogger running alongside me, suddenly I heard a siren behind me, saw the lights in my mirror and at the same time the jogger reached for my passenger door handle but it was locked. I gassed it and got away, but this was NOT the same old thing Snake-Bite insisted that it is. One of the brightest people I know, a good friend, but so fucking smart that he's stupid about the reality around him.  

 Meanwhile Bisbee is the cradle of the left, and the silver mines of times gone by. Right now it doesn't pay to mine it but when silver goes to natural value without all the fixing, it will be a rockin' town again and probably not the Gucci left wing place that it is now. The whole area reeks of historical happenings, like a large rock in town that Cochise and Geronimo met to talk. 

Time passed, I moved around the country in long 3000 mile loops, covering all sorts of interesting places, some family and some extended family, always moving... except I keep getting stuck on JB's couch... and in New Jersey winters... one thing I discovered in a painful way... is you really can't go back. The time you thought was... wasn't... it was just in your head. So when you go back, it's not there 'cause it never was there. Read Clif High enough and you'll see... Yall's gonna have to do your own research, I'm gone too...

As yall know, I'm an anar-kissed with such a desire to be kissed that I will slip off into a place far far away place to tell this story, a two part harmony....what I found and what I know exists if I can find myself a cheep-to-run live-in van to stand up in and follow my desires to spend another year or two on the road. My house is mostly done in Costa Rica and I'm getting the itch again.

Anyway, I have this hot shit lawyer friend who keeps telling me that anarchy can't exist without being a government. Sad to be so smart and so dumb at the same time. I keep trying to tell him things, but he says he won't buy 'em. So it occurs to me that I have lived in Anarchy all my life, well.... this experience takes place far far away and the only way I can tell it is that it be fucking far far away... like Texas or Nude Mexico... where the first time I went there, the owner was working on his motorcycle and drinking beer. There were a few other guys around drinking beer too, and I felt at home. 

He looked me over and saw that I was road burnt. I asked how much, and he gave me a friendly number, so I asked him about rules, he said ain't no rules except don't talk about people here and mind your own business. So I gave him a months rent. I had a lot of experiences there, but I'm gonna let it ride for now... I mean, I found a little piece of heaven, I'm not sure I want to give it up. Fuzz

  PS: I forgot what these links are, maybe old and unimportant... maybe already proven fake...  but I wouldn't have put them there if I didn't think you'd get to 'em. MoFuzz

https://www.brighteon.com/f5215f8d-1671-4ce5-b163-d0c83efe7663

https://defendingtherepublic.substack.com/p/cease-and-desist?utm_campaign=email-half-post&r=oy56t&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email