Lesson of the weekend.

Flank straps should not be secured to the cinch with bailing twine!

Fortunately nobody went to the hospital over the deal.

That being said I have this powerful psychic feeling of impending doom, the kind one can only appeal to a higher power.  

Can’t get yesterday out of my mind.

Election “news” and all of it’s resulting babbling paled in comparison to this marine and is wasn’t until a lamestream media “story” about the entire affair came on this very morning.  They, for once actually covered all of the angles but why now.

MSNBC wants 911 truthers in secret CIA prisons.  Mindless assholes encourage the cops to “taze him bro”.  Yes, it is the end of the empire.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v…

Controversy erupts when a US Marine is filmed throwing a puppy off a cliff.

Warning- sick puppies here.

http://hotair.com/archives/200…

Marion Cotillard speaks about 911 truth.

http://www.propagandamatrix.co…

http://www.infowars.net/articl…

http://consumerist.com/360064/…

http://canadianpress.google.co…

This one you can’t even see until the retarded ad goes away.  Get used to it as this type of thing is the future.

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2…

http://www.dailytech.com/Tempe…

http://www.nwotruth.com/60-min…

Strange, no pregnant mothers or parapalegics got tazered today.

Rumor also has it that Hillary will quit within a week.  That leaves John “nukemall” or Bildeburg’s newest favorite son Barry “I’ll just bankrupt ya’ll” Obama.

Not much of an essay but I have to go to classes.  Financial stuff on how to possibly avoid Mom and Dad going into a nursing home or only being able to afford dog food for dinner.  They are far too old to fathom the true Satanicness of the world we live in today. They can only realte to when they were active, working and living in a far better world, but that was twenty years ago.  

His Mom and Dad were busy cleaning up the trailer.  I took my one year old grandson in my arms and set him in front of me on my ATV.  We took off down the wooded logging road slowly at first and then a bit faster.  I showed him the woods, the woods our family has retreated to annually every summer for twenty years.  I told him to fear not the creatures of the woods, for they would not hurt him if he were true in spirit.  I said I would teach him the way.  Respect the land in it’s beauty and it will take care of you. I showed him nature, the mountains, the rushing stream all from the seat of an ATV.  Yes it sounds corny, the self induced delusions of a fifty-something change of life hippie, this unspoken spiritual communication from one soul to another.  Is it real or something based on faith. My engineer side is fighting with my shaman side.  What I felt, what he felt, I have no words to describe.

The same kid fell asleep on a ride yesterday with his mom.  With me he was animated and fully awake.  Some years ago I carried his mother on my back, ran two miles down the mountain in desperation for the epinepherin kit we forgot to bring on our walk.  Stumbling through swamps and fallen trees she said “Dad I’m OK”.   My first daughter had suddenly “outgrown” her life threatening allergy to bees. Yes, I believe in miracles.  I was left to catching my breath.

I know not how or why kids and animals like me but they do.  The next morning upon seeing me in the trailer door a one year old says his first words Vroom, Vroom and extends his arms for me to pick him up again.  The Grampy connection was made and continues to this day.  He wants me and I have to sneak out of their house so he won’t get really upset and keep his parents up all night.

Camp for our family is memories.  A generation of our large family at the campfire toasting marshmellows, telling ghost stories after spending the day in the swirling mountain stream.  Searching for moose in the early morning or coming face to face with a beaver while swimming with a diving mask.  I think daughter and beaver both scared each other. I saw water exploding from two directions and then one daughter standing up.  

The family dog, a rottweiler pulling logs out of the woods for the next night’s fire.  Memories richer than Bill Gates these are.  The love of family, once secure in that a love of community, once secure in that a knowledge of history and the failures of mankind, once secure in that a knowledge of the evil man can exhibit.

Be true to each other will you.  Keep me off the Apocalyptic horse and should I rebuild yet another damned computer and write the whole book about all this.  

I don’t like to use four letter words. Instead I choose the theme of the Biblical Apocalypse and the concept of having at least the last horse ride. None of this in today’s culture seems to have any “shock” value.

A younger guy at the lab was seen in the hallway, talking seemingly to himself, save for that weird blue thingy stuck in his right ear.  It might be those Star Trek, “you will be assimulated” Borg episodes.  The in the ear thingies creep me out.