This is cool

I like spray foam insulation, I find lots of uses for it, and buy it by the case when it is on sale. A few weeks ago I make a little porch, I had a couple pieces of metal roofing so I made a roof over it. But as metal roofing will do, it collects condensation in the right conditions, and then drips on everything under it.
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So I wanted to insulate it, so this idiot/genius (yes, both words apply) got the bright idea to hook a can of it to one of my spray cans. That worked out very well, so now I can think of more uses for it. But if I do a lot of it I will make a can tap so I don’t have to mess with holding can and tilting the tip to feed it to the gun.
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Can’t post a picture of me with my new teeth yet, the dental lab man couldn’t get them to fit without hurting like hell. My mouth got sore after a number of tries so giving it a rest until next week. If he can’t get them to fit right, no problem, I have lots of sandpaper and a dremel tool. It figures that my big mouth would be hard to fit. LOL
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Mary: "My last boyfriend said he fantasized about having two girls at once." Jill: "Yeah, most men do. What did you tell him?" Mary: "I said, 'If you can't satisfy one woman, why would you want to piss off two?'"
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Mark Twain on the art of swearing.
http://homepage.smc.edu/larsen_lyle/mark_twain_and_the_art_of_sweari.htm
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Lidle's Crash, Death Defies Comprehension: …. No it doesn’t, monkeys are screwing up all the time. Or shorting out from all the stress’s, and finding interesting ways to commit suicide. The seemingly rich and happy are often the most troubled and out of balance, they take each other out all the time.
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Stuff… Boy, do I have ‘stuff’. When I sold out my parts house in Utah in the early ninety’s I kept a lot of stock. I moved it to Montana, and then here. I have enough grease, lubricants, cleaners, fan belts, fuses, hose clamps and all kinds of stuff like that to last me the rest of my life. Even some Chevey disk brake pads, like I will ever need them.
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HANOI (Reuters) - A death-row inmate held in solitary confinement in Vietnam for almost a year is pregnant and is seeking a pardon to give birth, a newspaper reported on Thursday. ….. He, he, he.. A guard had a little fun didn’t he? Death for dealing in drugs, boy, they are tough over there, I wonder if it helps.
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Because I’ve done all my own remodeling here, much of the work is ‘custom’, often I have used materials removed from remodel jobs I’ve done other places and brought the good reusable materials home. I have lots of good stuff I can use when I do the next room. It makes for building a place pretty cheap. My door is smaller than the original 36” one because the original building sagged to the west a little over the years. Then they added on to both ends so it can’t be corrected now except by squaring things up as I go along. I built a square frame for the new door, and installed a window in it while I was at it. I just got around to making a new doorsill and installing it. There is no weather stripping around the door, I made this place so tight that it needs a little air exchange. My highest light bill, includes heating, last winter was only sixty-eight dollars so that isn’t bad.
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The detailed deliberate planning to finish the job in Iraq was not considered as Secretary Rumsfeld forbade military planners from developing plans for securing a post-war Iraq. At one point, he threatened to fire the next person who talked about the need for a post-war plan. Our country and incredible military were not set up for success. -US Major General John Batiste
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A priest, a minister and a rabbi were all sitting at a table finishing dinner and discussing theology. Suddenly an angel appeared before them. "I have been sent to grant each of you one wish," he said.
"Who will go first?" The catholic priest stood up. "I wish for the destruction of all Protestants!" Then the Protestant minister bolted up. "I wish for the destruction of all Catholics!" The rabbi kept seated, so the angel asked, "How about you? What do you wish for, Rabbi?" The rabbi answered, "Well, if you're going
to grant their wishes, I'll just settle for another cup of coffee."
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ABC News has obtained exclusive data that shows the murder and robbery surge that spiked last year has continued in 2006, and in many communities across the country, crime has gotten worse:… The jail here is over flowing. Someone has just been trying to hide the truth to make things look rosey is all. I wonder who?
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I just got a new tax assessment, they raised the value ten thousand dollars. I don’t get it, this place is a dump, it’s just paid for is all, so my only shelter expense is the property tax. When I’m done with this place, like when I die, they will bulldoze everything down, haul it away in trucks and build something else, or make it a parking lot. It’s zoned commercial and is just two short blocks off the highway so as the area grows it will become valuable. Don’t know who I should will it to, maybe some deserving poor person. Or maybe I will just die before then and the state can deal with it. Like I’m going to care when I’m gone. One option is to sell it with the stipulation that I can live here for as long as I want to, or can. I may have to go to a care center someday, pinch the girls working there on their cute behinds. Old men can get away with that.
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These cats have food out for them twenty-four hours a day. I really don’t think it is necessary for them to come in here and gouge themselves, and then upchuck on my carpet. And they sure look at me funny when I’m undressing, it’s like, “Wow, he can take his fur off.”
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Over at her blog.
http://whyaminotsurprised.blogspot.com/
Changeseeker has an interesting post “Is Sociology Part Of The Problem?” It depends on how you read the title, but I think sociology is all of the problem. So many people are just looking at things wrong. The collage educated people are really looking at everything wrong. Following is one of the comments I left on her blog.
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Really Hon…. It’s the unknowns that will become the future social scientists and anthropologists that figure out and start fixing the problems of mankind. While the folks with college diploma’s spin their wheels in the muck of their college education’s and perceived self importance. There is getting to be a loose band of them on the web working on it all. The bottom line though will be the problems caused by religions, so called democracy, capitalism, and things like that. And nothing will change overnight. I keep telling folks that are worried about the future that if they are only here for a speck in time that there is no point in them worrying about any of it. But they do worry don’t they? I contend that it is because your soul is omnipresent, always here, that it really is YOUR future that you are worried about.
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The only thing better than Barbara Streisand being on stage or in a movie, would to be in my bed. :-) I think that woman is hot, and spiritual. But I’m not going to wander off and pester her about it, I have things to do here. I’ve never even sent her any fan mail.
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Have a good day everyone, love and peace. Hug someone, say hi to a stranger. BBC

Art & Other Clutter

This isn’t the best picture, my camera is getting dated, and I’ve made it small to post here. But I bought this about twenty years ago in Richland, Wa. It’s two feet across, the piece of driftwood on top was found on the Columbia River near Kettle Falls, Wa. It’s one of my favorite pieces of art, hell, it’s one of my few pieces of art. Other than what I have on my computer. I carry most of my art in my head.
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In the news: Bush Calls Page Scandal 'Disgusting Behavior' . So? Back in his drinking days before taking to the bible, he was always waking up to find himself next to a really ugly woman or that he had been sucking someone’s dick. I swear, that would convert anyone. LOL
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Some of my favorite comics
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Years ago I told my wife that many of the comics had great wisdom’s and insights in them. That many of them contained the best philosophies and psychology’s in them. She didn’t get it, she thought they are just comics.
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Some of my favorites.
9 Chickweed Lane [I’m into it at times, and other times it’s just muttering]
Andy Capp [Always good for a laugh]
Arlo and Janis [Lots of love in there, also insights]
B.C.
Pardon My Planet [I don’t see this but maybe once a week, when I’m at the laundromat]
Classic Bloom County
Candorville [Deep thinking]
Clear Blue Water [Sometimes deep thinking]
Dilbert [Duh]
Doonesbury [Takes extra filtering at times, but he is really antiwar]
For Better or For Worse
Sinfest [I love this attempt at looking at spirituality differently]
Fox Trot
Frank and Ernest
Frazz [Pretty heavy at times, requires some thinking to figure it out]
Garfield
Get Fuzzy
Momma
Non Sequitur [Can get deep at times]
Over the Hedge
Peanuts
Pearls Before Swine
Prickly City
Rose is Rose [Ah, love, romance, alter ego’s, love it]
Shoe
Wizard of Id
Ziggy
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I’m hit and miss with the editorial cartoons, but some of them are great at times. Who is your favorite editorial cartoonist? Other than Scott Adam’s of course. Am I missing any other great (and deep) comics?
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My favorite opinionist and brother shit filter, The BadTux of course.
http://badtux.net/
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This is a long post, I’m trying to get things I’ve written so I can get back to a few posts I want to clean up more. But some of you might find it interesting and read to the end.
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I dropped into the Salvation Army soup kitchen yesterday after doing my laundry. I do that at times just to study the people, experience them from that angle in stead of feeling sorry for them and standing in the serving line. Many are just dregs, but I’ve stood in lines with very intelligent people also. People with good souls but soft egos that couldn’t take the pressures of the dog eat dog business world. Cherie Kidd was in the serving line. She has ran for city council two times and lost. I have mixed feelings about her. She is attractive, energetic, talented, and such, but is always promoting herself. Home town girl with big ideas, went away for years and then returned here about eight years ago. Likes the fancy lifestyle, fancy homes, boats and cars puts stars in her eyes, got married recently. They play golf, isn’t that sweet? I try not to think of her as a gold digger, but she is. I don’t think I would support her for another run, it’s not like she can make things here better anyway. Any good person only gets one term and then gets replaced because a good person isn’t what the people really want. They really want someone that will give them all they want.
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Spotted on a blog. “Where ARE the modern "on location" anthropologists?”…. Online actually, I consider myself one, Scott Adam’s also. And others, we are all working on this problem in our own strange ways. And we are doing it without college diplomas on the walls. Of course we get distracted with life and such and putter along with things like this rambling. But it’s all part of a process, nothing is going to change overnight anyway.
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Star Trek star William Shatner has reportedly turned down an offer to boldly go into space for real. Shatner, who played Captain Kirk, is too nervous to take up Sir Richard Branson's offer of joining Virgin Galactic's first passenger flight in 2008, reports The Sun. Shatner, 75, said: "I'm interested in man's march into the unknown but to vomit in space is not my idea of a good time." Neither is a fiery crash with the vomit hovering over me." Shatner has been offered his £114,000 ticket free. But he insists Virgin boss Branson also pays him. He added: "I do want to go up but I need guarantees I'll definitely come back." Celebs like Alien's Sigourney Weaver have booked the two-and-a-half hour flight on the VSS Enterprise - named in tribute to Star Trek.
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A little boy asked his mother why the minister got a month's vacation while his dad only got two weeks. The mother answered, "Well, if he's a good minister, he needs it. If he isn't, the congregation needs it."
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People will probably forget how fast, or slow, you did a job, but they remember how well you did it.
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Study: 655,000 Iraqis die because of war: Once they made the foolish mistake of going there in the first place, they should have disarmed the whole country and set up a good workable government for a few years until things settled down. I don’t recall, but wasn’t Japan disarmed? How can you go in and change a country that is armed? It looks to me like you can’t. Bush and clan are idiots, have I ever mentioned that? I wonder how the Tux would filter that?
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War, sex scandal sinking GOP in polls: It sure would be nice to cover that hole they’ve dug for themselves with a mountain of dirt. Normally I vote for some independents, the Green Party, whoever. But this year I’m voting mostly Democrat just because they hold the best chance of getting in there and changing things. They need my vote in order to do that.
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Eurozone growth unexpectedly strong in second quarter at 2.7 pct: I like the sound of that. I have a vision, one world, one currency system.
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Small farms miss out on grant dollars: Yup, big money gets most of it and the small folks get about five percent. I don’t really have a problem with the big ones, they have better research facilities. But I think the small farmers should be getting at least twenty-five percent of that money. The big boys make enough money to fund themselves, they just want the free lunch.
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Bangladesh to probe Tesco child labour allegations: Yes, do that.
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In Iraq, contractor deaths near 650, legal fog thickens: They should be using Iraqi contractors and labor instead of Americans being there. They must see it as Americans taking their jobs away from them.
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GOP senator wants Iraq war policy change: To little to late, and I don’t trust them anyway. It gives me the shivers to think they might stay there through another term.
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Lawmaker accuses Jay Leno of bias: Interesting, Jay has gotten filthy rich, I can see where he would favor a Republican. He is funny, and smooth, but he is still a con. A very rich one.
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China economy expected to grow 10.5 pct.: That’s pretty fast, it’s a worry because they don’t pay enough attention to ecology when doing it.
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Khamenei vows Iran will press ahead with nuclear programme: I would like to think that any good scientist with a soul would not work on such a program. But I’m not assuming that all scientists have souls.
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The next 100 million and the face of America.: That was an interesting read, but why keep growing? Get a handle on birth rates, more people on this planet means more for mother earth to support and she can only support so much well. I note that capitalists always think there should be more people, to support the next retiring generation, I disagree. [The great American midsection, meanwhile, will continue to empty out.] That may be the place to go then if a person wants some peace and quite.
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Fertile women dress to impress, U.S. study finds: They dress to get naked?
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I don’t know that anyone in my area reads my blog even though I keep telling them about it. They are just wrapped up in their own little worlds. They don’t even seem to realize that I talk about them here. It’s funny when I stop to think about it. I ran into Ann in the grocery store the other day and we hugged and talked a bit, but there was no mention that I’ve posted about her, Tim, or Carol. I stopped for a beer after being at the dental lab and Tim served me, didn’t say a word. I’ll bet he doesn’t know. I suppose that Westport doesn’t even know I called their boat a pecker extension boat on a blog that can be read almost worldwide. LOL.
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The truth shall make you odd
You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you odd…. I forget who said it, but the other version of this that I like is: The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off…. Sure it will, but it won't detract from the fact that you know the truth, and they don't.
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There was a man who had a little boy that he loved very much. Everyday after work the man would come home and play with the little boy. He would always spend all of his extra time playing with the little boy. One night, while the man was at work, he realized that he had extra work to do for the evening, and that he wouldn't be able to play with his little boy. But, he wanted to be able to give the boy something to keep him busy. So, looking around his office, he saw a magazine with a large map of the world on the cover. He got an idea. He removed the map, and then patiently tore it up into small pieces. Then he put all the pieces in his coat pocket. When he got home, the little boy came running to him and was ready to play. The man explained that he had extra work to do and couldn't play just now, but he led the little boy into the dining room, and taking out all the pieces of the map, he spread them on the table. He explained that it was a map of the world, and that by the time he could put it back together, his extra work would be finished, and they could both play. Surely this would keep the child busy for hours, he thought. About half an hour later the boy came to the man and said, "Okay, it's finished. Can we play now?"
The man was surprised, saying, "That's impossible. Let's go see." And sure enough, there was the picture of the world, all put together, every piece in its place. The man said, "That's amazing! How did you do that?" The boy said, "It was simple. On the back of the page was a picture of a man. When I put the man together the whole world fell into place."
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A concerned husband went to the doctor to talk about his wife. He said to the doctor, "I think my wife is deaf because she never hears me the first time and always asks me to repeat things." "Well," the doctor replied, "go home tonight, stand about 15 feet from her, and say something. If she doesn't reply, move 5 feet closer and say it again. Keep doing this until we get an idea about the severity of her deafness." The husband went home and did exactly as the doctor had instructed. He started off 15 feet from his wife in the kitchen as she was chopping some vegetables. He said, "Honey, what's for dinner?" He heard no response. He moved 5 feet closer and asked again. No reply. He moved 5 feet closer. Still no reply. He finally got fed up and moved right behind her, about an inch away, and asked again, "Honey, what's for dinner?" She replied, "For the fourth time, vegetable stew!"
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What did the redneck do with his his first 50-cent piece? He married her.
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Bono is at a U2 concert in Glasgow when he asks the audience for some quiet. Then, in the silence, he starts to slowly clap his hands. He says into the microphone, "Every time I clap my hands, a
child in Africa dies." A voice from near the front pierces the silence, "Well, stop fucking clapping then!"
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The Venezuelan President went to the U.N. and called Bush the devil. You could tell Bush was offended, because his tail stopped wagging. Bush said, 'I would love to answer your ridiculous charge that I'm the devil, but I'm a little too busy this week trying to unite my party behind torturing people.' -Bill Maher
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Brotherly Love...
Two little boys go into the grocery store. One is nine, one is four. The nine-year-old grabs a box of tampons from the shelf and carries it to the register for check-out. The cashier asks "Oh, these must be for your mom, huh?" The nine-year-old replies, "Nope, not for my mom." Without thinking, the cashier responded, "Well, they must be for your sister then?" The nine-year-old responded, "Nope, not for my sister either." The cashier had now become curious. "Oh. Not for your mom and not for your sister -- then who are they for?" The nine-year old says, "They're for my four-year-old little brother." The cashier is surprised: "Your four year-old-brother?" The nine-year-old explains: "Well yeah, they say on TV if you wear one of these, you can swim or ride a bike -- and my little brother can't do either of those things."

A problem

I’m having trouble at times when visiting Lusty Tarts blog. It is slow to load, something to be expected at times. But when I open a comment window the comments text is overlying the comments, doubling up you might say. This makes the comments almost impossible to read. And often, when I type a comment and try to send it, my computer locks up. I mean locks up, freezes, won’t do anything at all. I can’t even do two Ctrl/Alt/Delete’s to reboot it. I have to flip the master off and do a cold reboot.
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It is the only site I have this problem at. Has anyone else had this problem at her blog? Any suggestions? BBC
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Correction, I'm editing this post to also say: Just after posting this I went to Pissed Off Patricia’s blog, clicked on the comments link, and locked up again. I’m stumped. BBC
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Second revision to this post. I lock up opening almost any comment window now. Or if not then, when I try to post a comment. I deleted my temporary internet files and history, and turned off my web accelerator. It didn’t help. If any of you have an answer please post it on your blog. BBC

Humor Wednesday

Sure, there is plenty I could be heavy about, but we will relax today.
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A friend was complaining that her boyfriend would not say "I love you," even if explicitly asked to do so. The only exception, she said, was when they were in fact in the act of making love. Then, if asked, he would say the sacred words.
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I suggested that she should not take too much comfort in the exception. When making love, I explained, men will say anything. "He'd tell you he's the Easter Bunny if that's what he thinks you want to hear," I told her. The conversation rattled on from there. A couple of weeks later, she related the following. "We were in bed, making love and I said, 'Tell me you love me'."
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He said, "I love you." I said, "Tell me you're the Easter Bunny." He stopped for a second, and said, "I'm the Easter Bunny." "So I slapped him." The poor guy probably still doesn't know what happened.
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I found a new method of dealing with long, boring phone calls. I shove a dildo up my ass. I call it the Bill O'Reilly method.
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After spending all day Sunday watching football on television, a man fell asleep and spent the night in the chair. His wife woke him in the morning. "It's twenty to seven," she called. "Yeah? Who's winning?"
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How's this for a bumper sticker: Don't argue with your wife...dicker.
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A site for the text of old and great songs.
http://www.theguitarguy.com/songs.htm
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I came upon an abandoned Safeway grocery cart so put it in the back of the pickup and returned it. I’ll bet you have people like that in your town also. The world still has a lot of growing up to do. And I don’t get Helen’s doctor, he won’t authorize a handicapped parking permit for her. Some days she can barely make it into the store to find a chair to sit on while I do her shopping for her. God is going to have to go get on his ass. Lots of people have handicapped permits that don’t even need them, they are just lazy is all. Handicapped in the head.
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One more day and I get my new teeth. Gonna make a pizza first I think. Love and Peace… Hugs. BBC

Bonus Quote Today

Ten out of ten terrorists agree…. They love George Bush and other capitalistic clans like his. Without those folks they wouldn’t have anyone to fight. They would have to go get peaceful jobs as farmers and such.
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And this in the news: NEW YORK (AP) - The most riveting moment of Barbara Streisand's Madison Square Garden concert was one of the only unscripted ones. Streisand endured jeers as she interjected a political skit into Monday night's show, exchanging zingers with a celebrity impersonator playing George Bush as a bumbling idiot.
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Though most of the crowd offered polite applause during the slightly humorous routine, it went on a bit too long, especially for those who just wanted to hear Streisand sing.
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"Come on, be polite!" the well-known liberal implored. But one heckler wouldn't let up. And finally, Streisand let him have it.
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"Shut the (expletive) up!" Streisand bellowed, drawing wild applause. "Shut up if you can't take a joke!"
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With that one F-word, the jeers ended. And the message was delivered _ no one gets away with trying to upstage Barbra Streisand, especially not in her hometown.
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Ha, ha, ha. I love that woman, I would like to jump her bones. BBC

The Lusty Tart Racer

Psychic readings and horoscopes are hooey. Do you think they saw this one coming? No one can predict your future, it hasn’t been mapped out for you. You never read a horoscope that says you will die today? Yet many that read them do. It’s just a waste of time reading them. You have to plan your life out yourself and make it work the best you can. But you have to accept that there are all kinds of factors that can and do get in the way of it. Random events can cause random consequences that change things in your life. Others can have a great effect on how your life is going. Stupid decisions by you can cause problems. The interesting thing to me is that I see that often, yet the people won’t admit that it was their fault because they made a stupid decision to do something. They look for something or someone else to blame. You know people like that. Some of them may have even caused you problems you had to deal with. My wife was like that, nothing was ever her fault, everything was the fault of someone or something else. Whenever I’ve screwed up I just admitted it and did what I could to correct it, and moved on.
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The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made. - Groucho Marx
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And remember....when life hands you Lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over !!!!!
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Lusty Tart states that she lives in the Pacific Northwest on her blog. I assumed that she lived in Washington. I’ve always viewed everything south of the mighty Columbia to be a lost land that California wants to annex…. LOL…. There are some nice places in Oregon, I considered moving to The Dalles a few times. But property and property taxes in Oregon seem high to me. There are many nice little towns on highway 97. A few on the west side scattered off of interstate five. But Oregon isn’t my state. I’ve left it a few times but I’ve always returned to Washington. Came here with my parents when I was eighteen and have lived in it most of my adult life. Whatever adult is.
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When I moved to Port Angeles I said that I would never move again, and I won’t. But I encourage the business elite to move, the ones that have been coming here in recent years. They see a nice small quite town, they like it and move here to get out of the rat race they lived in. But they can’t turn their brains off, they start making this place the next rat race. It’s a big traffic jam here everyday now. They want to fix this place, save the locals from themselves. Hello? We had no complaints with our country lifestyles before you came here, and you haven’t improved life here at all.
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I tell them that if they didn’t like it where they come from that they should have stayed there and fixed it. I tell them that if they don’t like it here I will help them pack and move. They come here thinking they are important, can make life better for us. Well, I don’t see it. They build fancy homes and try to figure out ways to weasel money out of us. If they want to improve something, say beautify something they start a campaign to do so. They try to weasel the money and work for it out of everyone else, they dress fancy while doing that, run around acting important, but you don’t see them opening their checkbooks wide. They just want credit for the project is all, I’m not impressed. Big deal, I raised a small town over seven thousand dollars one time wearing work clothes. And had a lot of fun doing it, organized and put on their first ever demolition derby for them. I attended no meetings to get that done. There are more damn meetings and wheels turning in the muck in this town than you can shake a stick at, everyone is trying to figure out how to get someone else to do something.
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They hire people at high wages from out of the area to come here and run things. Like the Port Authority for example. As if that is some difficult job. Half of the things they do, or try to do, turn to crap. And they are always paying for expensive surveys to be done to help them figure out how to do things. If we pay them such high wages and they are so damn smart why do we have to pay for expensive surveys? I suspect so they have someone else to blame when things go to hell. Hell, five country hicks could run the Port better than it is being run. For those readers that don’t know Washington well, Port Authority’s are big deals here. Some are good and some suck. I figure this one sucks, in recent years it has become an image monger for the elite. They want to build a marina for the rich here, to hell with the average citizen here.
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But I think I’m going to Oregon next year, there is a Kinetics Race in Corvallis in July. And I feel such a kinship with those people, as if I am at home with my kind. Good souls, all of them, good souls. I may make my own racer, I would kick butt, or not. It isn’t about winning there, it’s about mediocrity, and having fun. Being first place, like in a stock car race, pretty much assures that you have just lost the big prize. It’s all about being in the middle of the pack, or being a loser. Like it says on their website. It’s about Foolish Behavior, absurdity, foolery, foolishness, idiocy, imbecility, insanity, lunacy, madness, nonsense, preposterousness, senselessness, silliness, tomfoolery, zaniness and craziness. And to me, love of each other.
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And these people are far from crazy, they have stressful lives and jobs where they have to be some kind of ‘proper’ all the time. This is a chance for them to let their hair down and have fun in safe and sane ways. Well, I’m not sure getting in cold water is sane, but most of the entries bodies are not in the water, but above it. Being a visionary, I can picture a Lusty Tart racer. Your racer has to have a handle you know. Hubby should put the gun on the rack for a while, and make a racer, and have some real fun that includes wifey.
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Ashland, Oregon is cool, because of all the cool live productions there. I saw Fiddler On The Roof there, it was great. I like live productions, there is a great community theatre here. They do a lot of comedy, and they are very good at it. And if the scrip calls for it, they don’t have any problem with saying fuck.
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Anyway, it’s a good thing that California didn’t get it’s hands on Oregon when it was young and immature, they where power and growth hungry, would have built more power generating dams on the Columbia to satisfy their needs, and piped it’s water off to the lower part of the state, making the Columbia basin another wasteland. I bow my hat to Oregon for being in the way.
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As it is, if they where a country they would still be the seventh largest economy in the world. They should be happy with that, good enough is good enough.
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Sister Mary Katherine entered the Monastery of Silence.
The Priest said, "Sister, this is a silent Monastery. You are welcome here as long as you like, but you may
not speak until I direct you to do so."
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Sister Mary Katherine lived in the monastery for 5 years before the Priest said to her, "Sister Mary
Katherine, you have been here for 5 years. You may speak two words."
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Sister Mary Katherine said, "Hard bed." "I'm sorry to hear that," the Priest said, "We will
get you a better bed."
After another 5 years, the Priest called Sister Mary Katherine. "You may say another two words, Sister Mary Katherine." "Cold food," said Sister Mary Katherine, and the Priest assured her that the food would be better in the future.
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On her fifteenth anniversary at the monastery, the Priest again called Sister Mary Katherine into his
office. "You may say two words today." "I quit," said Sister Mary Katherine. "It's probably best," said the Priest. "You've done nothing but bitch since you got here."
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Our nation is in peril, our Department of Defense's leadership is extraordinarily bad, and our Congress is only today, more than five years into this war, beginning to exercise its oversight responsibilities. -US Major General John Batiste [To late, to little, I think. You may as well stock up on songs, cut back on spending, stock up on dried foods, and get ready for a bumpy ride. There can be war all around you, but if it isn’t hitting you in the face you are a very lucky person when you get up everyday.]
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I keep hearing complaints about the news on TV. Well, you can’t keep doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Turn it off !! Turn it off !! It’s all monkeys dressed nicely protecting their own agendas and interests. You want news fast and dirty, you don’t want to wade through a lot of monkey crap and commercials. You will not see any of those people getting right in the presidents face. Unless they are Republicans getting it a democrats face. Turn it the fuck off !!
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I get my new off of the web, for all I care the person writing it is sitting somewhere in their shorts. I start at the Yahoo news site, http://news.yahoo.com/ …. I quickly check out the home page, then move on to the U.S. link, then the World link, then the Most Popular link. I read only what I think may be important to me, and I don’t keep getting it over and over again like you do on TV. A few times a week I check the Science link. Sometimes the Odd News link, just for some humor. If I have time, the Photo’s link. Never the Sports link, and seldom the Business link, there is just a lot of monkey droppings in it. The Entertainment link isn’t entertainment to me. Seldom the Politics link, cuz politics in this country is crap, they don’t even know how it works.
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I keep moving on from there, I can get more news in a half hour than a person watching a TV can get all day long. Then I can start filtering it. If you want good news filtering, analyst, and interesting comment, go to the Tux instead of the TV. He strips all the monkey crap out of it and presents it in an interesting way. http://badtux.net/
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And old news, like George Bush is a bad president, we already know that so lets keep on moving on instead of wasting time reading or watching more of it. Figure out what to do about it, rather than complain on your blogs. The people that need to hear it don’t read your blogs, they have their own blogs, and media, defending him, and the war machine. You need to be more proactive than that. 1: You need to get in your legislatures faces and tell them to do their jobs !! If you live in a Republican held state, I feel for you. 2: Get signs out there where they can see them. On your cars, on your lawns, places like that, be visual in life, not just on the net. Signs like, Bush sucks, Bush is a criminal, See what a Christian gave you?
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The peoples on this planet need to take a few minutes and look at things. They shouldn’t be letting politicians, capitalists, and so called democracies guide and run their countries. I’m pretty sure that if this countries forefathers could have foreseen what they where creating, that they would have done it differently. But they did what they did, and told everyone to defend it. But that doesn’t make it right, and you can’t fix it through that system.
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If the people in this country have gained much intelligence at all, they will never again vote for another Christian to be president, as you all have had a good look at how that can go as they read their bible. Maybe, maybe, I would vote for a liberal Democrat Christian, but just for one term. I would rather vote for an atheist, more ideally, someone that is spiritual and without a religion. Scientists for example, would be better at running countries than what the people are allowing to govern themselves.
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I was going to post about scientists here, and their connection with spirit, and why they could do a better job, but this is too long now. So maybe tomorrow.
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Charles Kettering who was an inventor for General Motors once said: 'Whenever you look at a piece of work and you think the fellow was crazy, then you want to pay some attention to that. One of you is likely to be, and you had better find out which. It makes an awful lot of difference.'
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You can find the text of country songs that you like, here.
http://www.cowboylyrics.com/index.html
Dolly Parton
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Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
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I feel it when you're with me
It happens when you kiss me
That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside
Your touch is soft and gentle
Your kiss is warm and tender
Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies
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Love is like a butterfly
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
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Your laughter brings me sunshine
Everyday is spring time
And I am only happy when you are by my side
How precious is this love we share
How very precious, sweet and rare
Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies
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Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
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Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing

Port Townsend

The darnest thoughts pop into my mind. On a recent post I said that my first wife was half-native, obviously she still is.
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After I got my computer back and working the other day I went to get online and the modem was also fried, so it was another trip to the computer shop for a modem to bring home and install.
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Gotta tell you a bit about Port Townsend, this town rocks on the coolness chart. If towns where rated for their coolness, Port Townsend would get a 9 or 10, Where Port Angeles would struggle to get a 2. It’s an old seaport town, still has a lot of the cool old buildings there. This place is all about anti big business and being different. It’s a town for artists and those that seem eccentric other places. It’s all about any culture and race, anything but the high and mighty uppity ups that think they are cultured and all that shit cuz they wear business suits and act important.
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It’s full of shops where you shop for the clothes and costumes you see in festivals everywhere. I wasn’t aware of it when I moved here or I would have settled there, but it’s to late for me to move, I’ll stick it out here. If I lived there and wandered around telling everyone that I was God, that they where God, that would seem like perfectly normal behavior to them, and they would love me for it. Whereas here, I get many strange reactions, from complete disbelief to thinking they should lock me up for a visit to a shrink. Which I would turn into a babbling idiot, the diploma on their walls do not impress me any.
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Even the Chief or Police there, who officially starts the sculpture race knows how to get a little loose and whacko. No shit man, that town rocks !!!
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One entry there, I know the lady. That would be none other than the very attractive, always cheerful, always smiling, energetic and talented Sara Tucker. The director and head teacher of the children’s religious education program at the local UU Fellowship. That gal rocks. Her entry was pretty simple as those things go, just a bicycle with large beach balls rigged on it for flotation. I saw right away that it was going to sit deep in the water, the coooold water, and it was an overcast day near raining. I asked her if she was really going to take it in the water and she said yes, that you are only in shock for a few minutes. They did their water tests yesterday, so she knew what to look forward to in the race, only it’s for a lot longer time.
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I was right, it sank up to about the seat. She paddled it with a kayak oar thingy, whatever you call that stick with a paddle on each end. And it moved her along ever so slowly, it was painful just thinking about how long she would be in that cold water at that speed before she got to the exit point. I didn’t stay to see, but if she made it all the way, that gal gets fifteen gold stars. She’s got balls, gumption and staying power, or she’s nuts. She’s cute, slim and trim, talented and interesting. Hubby should have a good time warming her back up, I’ll bet jumping her bones makes him a happy man. I wonder it they have made love under the chalice in the stained glass window at the Fellowship Hall.
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As always the speeches and skits seemed even funnier than last years, mostly though because we’ve forgotten last years. Lusty Tart would fit right into this event and crowd, they would love her. With the event theme being Follywood, the skits each team was required to do was to be based on a movie. And there were some hilarious skits, most of them with sexual innuendoes in them. Publicity accepted ways of saying fuck, and screwing.
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For example, one mans skit was based on solving a murder, he had hired a detective by the name of Dick Neutered. It was just all so funny and fun, good safe fun, with what seems to me are very spiritual souls. Like I say, it’s my highlight of each year. I felt surrounded by love, and God. I wasn’t so lonely being God all alone. Some of these people are scientists, engineers, medical professionals, blah, blah, let loose to be what they are. Free and fun loving spirits.
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A number of entries are from out of the area, Corvallis, Oregon stands out. One man brought his entry alone it seems. And recruited his team out of a local brewery pub on Friday night, isn’t that great? There was some mention of Karaoke, but I’m not sure just what it was about, maybe the Chief of Police sings to everyone. Maybe something like ‘I’ve got the Fulsum Prison Blues.’ or ‘Jailhouse Rock.’
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I of course swung through the marina and boat yard area, a much more interesting and laid back facility than the Port Angeles facility that they are trying to make into a rich mans ‘We are more important than you’, facility. Don’t get me started, you know how God gets. Boy, Port Townsend rocks. But Port Angeles gets a 9 on the square scale if you like a square town full of self-important capitalistic people. They will invite anyone with open arms here, willing to bring them another business with low paying jobs without benefits. All big chains are welcome here, it’s important for the economy ya know. Theirs, and their fancy homes, airplanes, boats, and such.
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This is the home of what some of us call a pecker extension boat. That is the extension of some persons self-important ego. It’s a fifty-meter (164 foot), thirty six million dollar yacht. I belonged to the Business Association when they came here with a sales pitch to build their plant here. I supported it, with reservations of course. They claimed that they would be bringing family living wage jobs here, that must be in the neighborhood of $26.00 an hour now. By family living wage job, I mean only one bread earner in the family having to work, while the other stays home and takes care of family and household needs to keep it running smoothly.
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As I hear it, they have a pretty good health plan and benefits package. But they are also chipping away at wages, I’ve heard that some positions are being chipped away at until they are down to about ten dollars an hour. I’ve talked to no one that makes over eighteen dollars an hour. And it can be a nasty place to work with all kinds of fiberglass fibers floating around, and a lot of fumes. But the owners have their fancy airplanes, toys, expensive homes, etc. I went to look at the first boat launched, it looks just like any other plastic boat, any other plastic pecker extension, now I don’t even pay any attention when it is around.
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God isn’t impressed with the Romans he lives around. They thought they killed him, they didn’t know that he would follow them to America. Are those people ever ashamed of getting rich by using others? I don’t sense it. Like the so called Christian lady with a fancy SUV that sits in Business Association meetings fussing that the minimum wage should be lowered so she can have cheaper help. Disgusting, I find her disgusting.
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The ‘happening’ event in Port Angeles this weekend was the Crab Festival, put on by the local ‘elite’ capitalists at the Red Lion Inn. In the hopes of drawing a buck out of anyone and everyone that attended, fill up the hotel rooms, so they can get another buck for their fancy lifestyles. I’ve never gone, don’t suppose I ever will. It’s just a bunch of venders they have conned into being there selling their wares. But the underlying current is for THEM to make more money, you don’t sense the spirit there.
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Port Angeles wants to be metropolitan, become Seattle West, to grow, the Romans are trying to run it and make their empire bigger, always fighting the county folks for more land and power. They don’t work well with the county, they fight it. They keep trying to annex the area I live into it, and we keep fighting it. We don’t want to be part of their city, they just don’t get it, they do a lousy job of running it anyway. Bah, it’s fun and free in Port Townsend, they do things simply because they want to, they rock baby, they rock. Rock on Port Townsend, we love you.
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Hugs and peace to the peaceful. God will now shut up, and click on POST.

Sunday Fellowship

Welcome to Sunday Fellowship. The Fellowship of God. The Fellowship of Spirit if you wish to think of it that way, because it’s just an extension of the spirit of all. That you access at the comfort of your own home, where there is no collection plate.
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The cartoonist at http://www.sinfest.net/
Just cracks God up so much, I just love him to pieces. The Saturday post was a riot.
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It’s loose here, God is not going to preach to you today. Just make some suggestions of what to do with your day. It’s your spirit, it’s your day, make it your gift.
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Play the music you want to hear, sing the songs you want to sing, and they don’t have to be spiritual, sing Hot Rod Lincoln if you like. Or Working Nine to Five. A favorite of mine is Take This Job And Shove It. I haven’t heard it for years but I’m very fond of Dolly’s, Love Is Like A Butterfly.
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Congregate with others you like, give them a hug if you like, in a Beer Church if you like. If driving somewhere, slow down and enjoy the day. Take a walk in nature. Or a bike ride.
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Smile and say Hi to a complete stranger, he/she can’t possibly be anymore strange than you. Call others Hon more. Some clerks I know are spiritual and friendly, we touch hands a bit when exchanging money. We look into each others eyes and recognize spirit.
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If a Christian tries to tell you about God, tell them to shut up. If all that was true they wouldn’t have many different beliefs and religious branches, they would have a common belief. Try to tell them about your Beer Church, or your special places in nature where you feel at one with spirit. If you are a man and it’s an attractive woman, ask her if she wants to have sex with God. Ask if you can audit the books at her church, but you already know what the answer will be.
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If you do feel the need to congregate with others consider a UU Fellowship, they’re not perfect but at least they don’t have a lot of Christian clutter in them. Or a Salvation Army church with a neutral minister in it that sticks to general subjects and earthly type songs, because you are of the earth. Why even bother going to a church with a collection plate, just cuz they think they is cultured, and all that shit?
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Better yet, congregate with others at a barbecue or picnic, or potluck. Do a potlatch as some natives call them.
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Sleep in, slow down, relax, enjoy the day. Get in touch with spirit, no point in going out looking for it, for something to discover and worship. It’s in you, not from outside of you.
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Have Sunday sex, three times if you want to. Sit and talk quietly to each other for a while.
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Do a Happy Naked Pagan Dance if you like. Sing happy songs, do happy dances. Spend a peaceful day with your spirit as you please, get to know each other.
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I just discovered that if you have a blog spot comment window open, and click on another blogs site, say from a link on your desktop that you follow, that it opens in the comment window. Interesting.
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I spotted a nice load of firewood yesterday so stopped to look at it. It was decent looking hemlock and just fine for Helen’s only heat, a wood-burning kitchen stove. At $150.00 for over a cord it was a bargain. So at last I had a use for my cell phone. I called and talked to a very pleasant lady and made arrangements for it to be delivered to Helen’s at 12:30, giving me time to get there by then. It turned out to be a young Native American and his mother from Neah Bay. He is big and gentle, and gives honest value for the money, can’t spell and write very well but I don’t care, he is the salt of the earth. His mother is a real sweetheart. There are lots of Native Americans in this area and they are gentle and peaceful compared to so many of the descendents that took their lands away from them. Didn’t think of it at the time but I mentioned to Helen that he should have gotten a tip for such an honest load. I called the number and left a message. While I was taking a nap they returned and were at Helen’s talking to her when I woke up. So he got a twenty dollar tip, and now Helen has enough wood to get through the winter.
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God was pondering on what to do with the shitty George Bush doll when the answer arrived. Cremation by ceremonial fire…. Perfect. I can have a ceremonial fire here even during a burn ban, it is written into the law. But here wasn’t right, not on my place. It was taken to the forest, its molecules returned to the earth from which they came. In a few weeks there will be no sign of it ever existing, or being extinguished. And now the spirit waits.
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Did you read The Religion War? Interesting that the trusted aide of the leader of the Christian war machine finely saw the light, and shot him.
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State legislators are merely politicians whose darkest secret prevents them from running for a higher office.
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Only two things in life are certain, death and that twinkies will out last you.
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The Swiss have an interesting army. Five hundred years without a war. Pretty impressive. Also pretty lucky for them. Ever see that little Swiss Army knife they have to fight with? Not much of a weapon there. Corkscrews, bottle openers. 'Come on, buddy, let's go. You get past me, the guy in back of me, he's got a spoon. Back off. I've got the toe clippers right here.' – Jerry what’s his name.
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Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.
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We had gay robbers last night. They broke in and rearranged the furniture.
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Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months. [It’s just a capitalistic money scam, God does not contribute to it.]
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The clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society. [God is not impressed]
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For decades, two heroic statues, one male and one female, faced each other in a city park, until one day an angel came down from heaven. "You've been such exemplary statues," he announced to them, "so I'm going to give you a special gift. I'm going to bring you both to life for thirty minutes, in which you can do anything you want."
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And with a clap of his hands, the angel brought the statues to life. The two approached each other a bit shyly , but soon dashed for the bushes, from which shortly emerged a good deal of giggling, laughter, and shaking of branches.
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Fifteen minutes later, the two statues emerged from the bushes, wide grins on their faces. "You still have fifteen more minutes," said the angel, winking knowingly. Grinning even more widely the female statue turned to the male statue and said, "Great! Only this time you hold the pigeon down and I'll poop on it's head."
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I’m off to the Kinetics Festival, will drive slowly and enjoy the day. Love and Peace to all. Hugs. BBC

God loves Tim

This picture was taken back when I had what others thought was an important position because I was a manager. Like clothes make a person, it’s just a monkeys game though. I need to relax some while I’m trying to get the mumbling out of a few posts, so God is going to entertain you with some of his adventures and experiences. All the things I write about are true stories and experiences, I don’t have to make stories up, and I have many of them in my wide-ranging travels. And I use real names, I see no point in trying to protect the guilty. Sometimes I won’t use a name, I’ll say something like "The President of the local chapter of the Insane Chick’s Society." They want men, but they just don’t get it that the problem is really them. I’ve just put a piece of that puzzle together but I won’t talk about that right now. And it’s not like anything said here right now is going to change the world overnight anyway. Only things from space smacking the place, or volcanoes do that.

The other night God needed to get away from his struggles so he went to the beer church for a while to get his mind off of other things. Tim came and went a few times. Tim is a young giant brute of a man, reminds me of Brutus on Popeye. Built like a battleship, has a sea of sperm and testosterone, an attitude big as a mountain, with tattoos all over it. Has already been in and out of prison once. Isn’t afraid to say anything to anyone, get right in their face. And has a nuclear reactor running him, I’ll bet he vibrates in his sleep. I’ll bet his asshole grinds up the turds leaving him. And he’ll fart right in your face, with one swipe he could make me a bloodstain on the carpet.

But that didn’t stop God from telling him to shut the fuck up. He was there and in his big voice kept complaining that he was hungry. He just wouldn’t shut up and it was getting old so I said something like, "I’m tired of your fucking whineing you big crybaby, so just shut the fuck up and go get something to eat. With any luck at all I won’t be here when you get back."
But I was still there when he got back, and he gave me something to eat. Earlier in the evening when he was leaving for a bit he turned back at the door and said something and I blew him a kiss. He said "Oh, don’t do that, I’ll fuck you." LOL

At one point in the evening after I pitched some shit on him I got off my stool and went over and gave him a hug and told him I loved him. I know he didn’t much like it but he didn’t say anything. His girlfriend says that she would like for me to be the one that marries them. I need to remember to tell her that if he gets a little too bossy for her to point at her crouch to remind him who is in charge of the playground unless he starts getting a little more loving. I know that he is way to macho, but there is some marshmallow in there also. His mother and sister are the same way, big attitudes, but I love all of them, they have their sweet sides also.

Carol had brought out a large pack of batteries, at least twenty batteries in it. Someone mentioned that they must be for her vibrator. She explained that they were for some Halloween thing. But God is forever curious so asked, "Okay, but what is the name of your vibrator?" She said, "My best friend." My monkey friend are okay. Not all uptight like many Christians.

I’m lucky cats don’t need things, to have possessions. They are like Romans, want to take everything over. With five of them bringing their possessions here my kingdom would soon be so full that I would have to move away because they think they are independent and have free will.

On her blog Jlee was comparing people to spices, she figures I must be sea salt. I can be a little salty sometimes, I just blend in with my environment. I like to think I’m garlic, some people don’t like me, but others can’t get enough of me. Garlic has many varieties and flavors. I can be mild and pleasant and loving, caressing, or roaring and wild with a bite. :-)

This is really funny.
When God computer first went down it had been stumbling on for about half an hour, acting up. The next day when I started checking it out I found that the power supply had died. So I installed a new one in it, and it tried to start up but just wasn’t making the grade. So I took it to the computer God. I know that when power supplies go out that they often take other things out with them. He found a bad video card and had a used one, thankfully it wasn’t the motherboard.
God had been very busy for a few days and was very tired. When I hooked it up, it wouldn’t fire up. I was a bit put out, took it back to the shop. The nice man put it on a workbench and it fired right up. God is confused. Takes it home and hooks it up again, it won’t fire up. Tries a new power cord, gets out a tester and checks his out lets, everything is okay. Takes it next door and tries it, it just won’t fire up. God is beginning to wonder if there is a demon here. God knows computers fairly well, has messed with them for over sixteen years, God is really confused.
God takes it back to the computer shop again, goes around the counter to the workbench with the man. It fires right up. God is amazed….. That he has been being so stupid that he hasn’t been pushing the button on the front, just rocking the switch in the back. LOL

The man making my denture is a very nice man, I like to create things and I find the process of making dentures interesting and he has been showing me some of the procedures. I didn’t know that with natural teeth you have about 200 pounds of biting power, but with dentures it go down to about 25 pounds of biting power. Still looking forward to a hamburger though.

I do like to create, have worked on perpetual motion, learn things from that. Other ways of producing power better interests me. I have all kinds of tools and equipment. A few years back I chopped a couple of bikes apart, took a few other items and made a real cool 35 speed three wheel recumbent bike. It was just an experiment, I lent it to a kid for a while to mess around with. I just haven’t had time to work on those things for a while. I would like to make a nicer three wheeler not made from scrap.

God loves the Tux, God thinks the Tux is very wise. And he presents what he says in interesting ways. God has never wanted to kick any darky ass, they are part of the all, the one. But a few times God saw and thought of some darky ass. Snort.

My first wife was half-native, my first child is ¼ native, so what. Everyone should wander all over the planet knocking up a different species until there is just shades of gray. That is how to get rid of bloodline pride. No one is more special than anyone else. Damn, I just had a thought, I think I will call Tim. He would whip the men single handed and knock up seventy-two of their women a day. I’d do the math but I’m getting tired. Half Muslim, half American, now what do they have to fight about? Other than both of their stupid religions and the oil.

This part is more serious.
There can be no criticism of the president? Fuck you, no one tells God what to do. God is very unhappy, God took a crap and didn’t flush the toilet. Because God bought a …… George Bush doll. Soaking its head while deciding what to do with it. God doesn’t like the Godless leader without the spirit in him, that as much as keeps the peoples in a Roman type government, and keeps them being as much as servants to them and their empire. God evolved with a thumb to make and do good things, not so that Popes and Priests could jack off and be pedophiles. And they call themselves Christians, but a Christian wouldn’t remove spirit from government. They are Roman’s posing as Christians. They removed spirit, YOUR spirit from it all, government, schools, and they have everyone convinced that is right, but it isn’t. People are not thinking this out properly. Einstein had spirit in him, he would have been a good leader.

Welcome to the new Roman Empire, where you only think you are part of the process because you get one vote. If a leader is good, with the spirit in him/her, doing what is best for the betterment of all, why should the peoples have to let said leader go in eight years? Why should they have to go through a complex, and expensive to them political process in the middle to keep him/her to that eight years. If a people have a good leader they shouldn’t have to go through all that, he/she should be able to lead until they decide to retire, or the peoples decide they would like a new leader and call for an election process then. This system is all hooey. Wrong, people are seeing it wrong. If you have a good boss where you work you don’t replace him in four years. If you are an American, you work in America, you want a good boss where you work. If you have a bad leader the process should be more simple in order to replace him/her. This government needs to be torn apart and rebuilt again.

I’ll make this point. If you where to go to an empty land to start your own country would you take the Constitution with you to build your country upon? Be honest, no you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t allow any political parties either. You would build some kind of benevolent monarchy. It’s design would be improved on past monarchies though. The position wouldn’t be inherited, there would be some form of voting system, but not a complex hard to understand one. And new elections wouldn’t have to be held all the time. Only when the current leader retired, or the people by majority voted to find a new monarch. It’s clear that the people wouldn’t want to replace a good leader in four years as long as things are running well. And it would be a lot cheaper system, taxes wouldn’t be so high.

I’ve just put another piece of the puzzle together. In looking at a the psychological profile of people, I see that it’s the child component in them that make them fight. The wars are being fought by three year olds convincing the adult part of the brain that it is the right thing to do. Think about it.

It pains God that the scientist part of him that evolved into humans with human thumbs continues to make better weapons and bombs so the children can find more efficient ways to kill others. Why don’t they have a code of ethics like doctors? Are they soulless? Or is it also the three year old part of the brain controlling them? This could never end, one day they could make a bomb that would wipe out a whole country, or continent. I wish they would take a good look at what they are doing. Einstein wouldn’t work on it. I would like all scientists live by his standards.

Do you know someone that is working on better ways to war? Maybe a scientist or engineer? I don’t think they deserve any respect, they don’t seem to have a code of ethics. Maybe have lost their souls, or been convinced by a three year old that it’s the right thing to do. Richard P. Feynman worked on the Manhattan Project in found it interesting work, but he was never proud that he had helped create it.

Update, it’s a few days later, God just keeps shitting in the toilet. Damn, God forgot to flush again. Will God ever be housebroken?

Shall we stop here for today? Okay, tomorrow God will give you your suggestions for what to do with your Sunday Fellowship. This is a Fellowship you don’t have to drive to, you can fart in your chair if you like. Love and Peace. God will now click on POST

Highlight of the year

Jlee…. You’re a hoot hon, hugs.
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If you’re looking for the fun stuff in here, most of it is right at the top. The other stuff is below it. A fun human event where humans make and race interesting self propelled vehicles on land and water. Dress up in interesting costumes, make hilarious speeches and have lots of harmless fun. There is a big ball on Saturday evening, it’s all wonderful, it’s my high spot of the year. God is going, and they won’t even know I’m there. They don’t even know what they are. God will still be lonely, but will enjoy it anyway.
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Kinetics Festival in Port Townsend this weekend.
http://www.ptkineticrace.org/
Some of last years fun in pictures.
http://www.ptkineticrace.org/alumni.html
Some of the zany costumes
http://www.ptkineticrace.org/family.html
http://www.ptkineticrace.org/family.html
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I’m still working on an important post, think I will wait until Sunday to post it. God is so fucking far behind that I may never catch up. For years I have been having strange experiences, been on strange journeys. Been dealing with this screwed up society, picking up pieces of a large and complex puzzle here and there. Now I’m starting to piece it together, without knowing it I have become a social scientist. With no diploma on the wall, but it doesn’t matter, many put diploma’s on their walls and then spend the rest of their lives mucking around in their monkey shit and acting important. Billy started on a mission he didn’t know he was starting on, and great things only come from great minds, minds that have gotten great, the hard way.
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That doesn’t happen very often, about three times now over the years, we are both so busy, and don’t really know each other anyway, except through our blogs. But I got a reply from Scott Adam’s today thanking me for something I had told him in relationship to his new life with a modern woman. Modern Marriage as I call it. Won’t discuss it here right now, gotta move on, God is busy.
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Posted on Nick’s blog. "Remember to support the troops." I question that, but I’ve learned to think like Einstein. Why should I support the fighters if I don't support war? Why should I support the military if I don’t support war. If you are supporting them, they are going to keep doing it. Especially the ones that are foolish enough to allow others to talk them into fighting for them. Or the ones that are forced into it, they should just go hide. Support the ones that return mangled from it though, they have been through a thing so terrible that you really can’t see in your mind, their souls have been greatly damaged. I support only enough military to protect borders, or to support, be part of NATO troops. Not to be stomping all over the planet on our own bossing others around.
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From the point of view I’ve developed now, I don’t even support so-called democracy anymore. Especially one with spirit from it. Separation of church and state, yes, don’t need 300 different religious mixtures adding to the confusion. But separation of spirit is wrong. The question of "What would God do?" Somehow this country has been transformed into a Roman type Empire, and a dictator has turned the Eagle evil and went overseas with it. I’m still working on sorting that out. But I know this, the God spirit has to be in any government in charge of a country, and it isn’t in this one. It hasn’t even got a decent health care system. It’s being operated by the right, it needs to be handed over to the left for a while, it’s about balance. If the right stays in charge the scales are going to tip over.
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Meditating ….. I don’t meditate much, I don’t see the point in it, when I have a problem or am worried about something like all the problems on this planet, I grab onto it and hang on, and worry it to death until I figure it out, I don’t have time to meditate, the problems are still there when you are done anyway. I do meditate some, but it’s just something I fall into, I don’t put time aside to do it, say I’m going to do it. I don’t understand the need for all the books and class’s on it, that’s just monkeys messing with their minds. Meditation is so simple that I could teach it in a few paragraphs.
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But here is a fun thing I do, some would look at it as a form of meditation. I release my brain to go play with itself, do whatever it likes, not try to control it. It’s fun and interesting, I learn a lot of things that way. Usually I lay down on the bed to do that, without any unneeded noise around me, I built my place to be quite inside, other than the humming of the computer if it is on. Sometimes I just fall into it where I might be, like out in nature. Meditation is just a tool to get your mind off of things that are troubling you for a while so it can get a little rest from that. Going to the Kinetics Festival on Sunday is a form of meditation to me, and a fun one. Meditation is simple, I wouldn’t buy a book to try to learn from someone else that doesn’t know what in the hell they are talking about. I’ve read to many books with monkey droppings in them, I’m not reading them anymore. Like Al said, learn to think for yourself.
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A few days ago when I came home there was a man and his son in Helen’s yard picking apples to make apple cider with. I told him that he could take them off of my monster of a tree also. I was mucking around in the yard and he asked if I could hear the noise from the hydroplanes on the waterfront. I said "I don’t pay any attention to them, it’s just monkeys fucking around." He smiled and agreed, he gets it.
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I went to George’s yesterday to do some painting and such after taking a few days off so that Jay’s Laminates could redo the countertops in the kitchen. I’ve done a fair amount of laminate work and I’m not bad, but that man is magic, a real artist and craftsman. It was all pretty and perfect, God was impressed, I even called him and told him so. In the future if someone asks about laminate work I’m sending them to the laminate God, Billy God is retired.
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The cats don’t know that I’m God, that and Einstein is what I was going to post about before I got side tracked. I’ll just say this for now, the cats think they are independent and have freewill, they think they own this place, but they are learning that they don’t. They are learning that they live in Gods Empire, and there are rules. Since their mother got hurt and had to go to a shelter I’ve been their mother, I’ve been their God. I’ve been a good mother, loved them and taught them to love me (they where born in the wild, I didn’t even know they existed until they got to be about a month old). It took hours of work to get them to trust me and let me touch them, then pet them. Now they won’t fucking leave me alone. LOL…. I’m a benevolent and loving God, a good provider, they know that I am the one that feeds and waters them, cleans the litter box, things like that. But they don’t know that I’m God. If however, I went away and left them in the room and never returned, in a day or so, after they ran out of food and water. They would be thinking in cat language, "Where is God?". They have just discovered that God is the king of the Empire they live in, the center of the universe, they look out and wonder were he is. Think about it. I’ll get back to this, because I know where he is. If you think you have the correct answer though, feel free to post your comment stating so.
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As I said, I was going to post about Einstein today, and a few other things, but took a different direction. God can’t put everything in one post, and the puzzle isn’t done yet so that I/we have a good view of the big picture. We are building this picture together, I’m still picking up pieces of it here, and in other blogs. Love, Peace, Hugs. Sing happy songs, dance happy dances. For a laugh go visit ‘Rusty Farts’ blog, she’s a hoot. Opps, I mean Lusty Tart. :-). Everyone has a purpose, hers is to entertain me while I fuss with this. BBC

Fine tuning

I’m fine tuning an important post, so am just going to post a picture of a couple of our early ancestors. Before we evolved into useful beings with thumbs and more intelligence with the spirit in us in order to make this an even more beautiful planet. God evolved with a thumb but Romans control this planet and look what a mess it is. They keep your spirit away from you, keep you confused, that helps them control you. Do they know they are doing it? I don’t think so, they are too muddled because past events went the way they did for them to see it. But the peoples must get spirit back, it’s their spirit. Love and Peace. BBC
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IF I KNEW
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray your soul to keep.
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If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

But you don’t know do you? Everyone lives as if there is a tomorrow when in fact there may not be a next second. Shut up and click on POST.

[I just noticed that I didn't do a title line this morning, so I just fixed it.]

She thinks I'm crazy

This isn’t what I was going to post, but I’m always doing that, moving on, God is always moving on. Only Christians and folks of other religions are stuck in the ruts of the past. I know I look crazy to you, Lusty, but so would Einstein, lots of people thought he was crazy, even after he proved some things. Any good social scientist trying to solve the biggest problems of mankind has a mind that looks like mine. If you could have looked into Einstein’s you would see that it looked a lot mine, to bad he couldn’t have left us a computer, it would be a copy of his brain like mine is a copy of my brain. Only a computer is much better than a brain over flowing with things like this, you can go back and review things on a computer, change documents quickly, etc. You can tell a lot about a person by looking in their computer. I know one lady, one side of her brain is a jukebox, the other side is a toy box.
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Some years back I met a lady at the library when I taught a computer class there. She was having trouble using her home unit and I said I was willing to go out and help her with it as it’s best for people to learn some things on their computer, or they don’t know how to explain the problem to you properly, so it’s best to look at it to see what they are dealing with. Actually, it wasn’t her computer, it belonged to some man she was in a relationship with but he had wandered off to play with someone else for a while.
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She just wanted to know how to access the Internet and check her Hotmail email account, things like that. The computer needed a little cleaning up also, so I was looking in the files while she sat there and I found a ton of porn. He, he, he. Dirty porn… My small so-called collection is Art. An open vagina just looks to weird to me to want to look at one. They are not there to look at anyway. And to think that when I was married, once in a while I would ,,,,, stick my tongue in it.
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Geez folks, get out of the past and Confucius, and all the monkey droppings of the past. Get a vision, look ahead. Think in new ways.
I don’t think I sound like a Pentecostal minister, I don’t know what they preach, but I preach that we are God. We part of the living spirit of this planet, and the highest ‘intelligence’ on it, and we are all related, that makes us in charge of this planet, and God. Get a vision.... Forget the past and mucking around in it. Look forward to the future. Make our own future. Be God.
So Jesus was drinking wine and playing with Mary’s knockers when some Romans came along ……
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Math
Christian + Democracy = Roman
BBC

Pretty Good

A young lady friend I know showed me the following yesterday. So I asked if I could have it, the sweetie pie gave it to me even though it was her only copy. I gave her a hug. Under it I will put some more of my mucking around. I’m still working on an important post before I post it, trying to clean it up.
There once was a pretty good student
Who sat in a pretty good class
And was taught by a pretty good teacher
Who always let pretty good pass
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He wasn’t terrific at reading
He wasn’t a whiz-bang at math
But for him education was leading
Straight down a pretty good path
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He didn’t find school to exciting
But he wanted to do pretty well
And he did have some trouble with writing
And nobody taught him to spell
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When doing arithmetic problems
Pretty good was regarded as fine
Five plus five needn’t always add up to ten
A pretty good answer was nine
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The pretty good class that he sat in
Was part of a pretty good town
And the student was not an exception
On the contrary, he was the rule
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The pretty good school that he went to
Was there in a pretty good town
And nobody there seemed to notice
He could not tell a verb from a noun
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The pretty good student in fact was
Was part of a pretty good mob
And the first time he knew what he lacked was
When he looked for a pretty good job
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It was then, when he sought a position
He discovered that life could be tough
And he soon had a sneaky suspicion
Pretty good might be good enough
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The pretty good town in our story
Was part of a pretty state
Which had pretty good aspirations
And prayed for a pretty good fate
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There once was a pretty nation
Pretty proud of the greatness it had
Which learned much to late
If you want to be great
Pretty good is in fact, pretty good
Charles Osgood
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I could pull a lot out of that to talk about but I’m just going state the most important facts. This is a trail leading up to my, Why Democracy Is Bullshit post in the future. Now that I’ve worked most of it all out. Pretty good should have decided on a trade and then went to a trade school. The empire is always looking for craftsman to help build it. Pretty good will be good enough for the military the empire wants him to fight the war for them. Pretty good should be smart enough to see what is happening, and refuse to fight for the empire. If Gods ran countries things wouldn’t be like they are now. School systems the way are now wouldn’t be the way they are, I see so much monkey crap in them. I wrote about the current school systems about fifteen years ago, and I see they are worse now.
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A Frank and Earnest cartoon on my bulletin board shows an early American shore, Natives on the shore, ships coming toward them. A chief says "See? I told you that we needed a department of homeland security." The poor souls didn’t know that the empire using democracy as a smoke screen, posing as Christians, always seeking more power and land, was coming to make their lives a living hell. There are many smoke screens, the political system keeps getting more complex, taking up so much of everyone’s time trying to make sense of it, and dealing with all the constant elections, and listening to everyone arguer why they can do a better job for them. And it's very expensive for them to support it all.
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God could run a country on about a ten percent tax base, maybe less. Allowing all the religions is another smoke screen, and all the energies wasted on talking about all of that takes up to much time, and wastes to much money, but I’ll bet they don’t see that. Not from where I’m at looking down on it all. The interesting thing to me is that I don’t think they know what they are doing because of all the monkey shit in their brains. But they’re building another Roman type empire, and wanting to spread out to other countries. Sooner or later a number of other countries will secretly get together and draw up a plan to kick its butt, and Rome will fall again. And they won’t even see it coming, like 9/11. People have so much monkey crap in them that they don’t see it all properly. Why history keeps repeating itself.
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A monkey put its hands in my mouth this afternoon. Doing the first molds for my new dentures. He is a very nice monkey, appears to be a country hick like me, evolving toward Godliness. Not like some dental people I’ve dealt with over the years, like the ones that want me to help pay for their very expensive homes and toys, and children’s college. His rate for the denture is reasonable for these days, he takes time to bullshit and explain things. On the wall in the restroom where God had to take a shit was a cute picture of two young boys that lived on a ranch. The text said something like "Mom made my britches, Dad made my hat. As for love and riches, who needs more than that? God loves that little monkey, and will have dentures on the 12th. I told him to not make them to pretty, Gods ego doesn’t need that vanity. Hell, God hasn’t had his four front teeth for ten years. But my eyeteeth where interesting, longer than the others, after the front ones where removed I could mess up my hair and make myself look like a devil. George will like his dick in there with the devil gumming it, but I’ll rake it with the lower sharp ones some. Then God will go play with his daughters boobies in a Hooters, and they will like it. he, he. There will be an owl chalice on the wall. He showed me a folder with a lot of pictures of teeth in it and wanted to know what I wanted. I told him to decide, but I wanted them to look natural, with a few defects in them. I want to blend in with these monkeys. He showed God a sample of colors, I told him I didn’t care, I’m just going to use them to eat with. It’s not like not having teeth keeps me from talking, or shutting my fucking words off. I’ll just never shut the fuck up. I was the first noise in the cosmos, and I’ll be the last if these monkeys keep dicking around spreading more monkey shit. The cosmos will never end, but this beautiful physical life for us here might.
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I have a lump in my throat, damn I have trouble getting that word right, good enough for spell check to show me the correct spelling. The future will have so much monkey shit in its brain that it will drive itself insane if this keeps going on. I have an appointment to see a doctor God. I don’t do expensive doctors to help them pay for their mansions. I won’t have to give him a penny if I don’t want to, but I will write a check to help support that clinic and the good work it does in this lopsided Roman empire. Not that he will find anything wrong with it, I’ve been to other doctors about it and a pulsating in my left side, I’ve dealt with it for years now. I figured out some time ago that it’s my brain telling me that it’s too stressful living in this fucked up monkey society that is so full of monkey shit. Did a light just go on? We’ll keep moving toward the light.
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Nick & AZ….Been there, done that. The tram is an interesting ride. But I'm not fond of a lot of the town. Hot air balloons are beautiful things, I've seem them in many parts of this country on my many travels. But they are only wonderful and beautiful because you don’t see them all the time, if you did, you wouldn’t pay any attention to them at all, like airplanes. It’s just a bunch of monkeys fucking around. Drop the Rat, Nick, rise above it all, it’s all monkey shit. The answer is coming on this journey.
Minou …. Where was I lurking? Do you really expect Billy God to answer that question? But God is lurking everywhere, God is the ALL. Billy God is only one part of it.
Azgoddess…. The answer to turning off the TV’s and the monkey shit on them is to not turn them on. See how simple that is? Like Einstein said, keep it simple. I don’t watch TV, don’t turn on a radio, that idiot Limbaugh may be on it, that reminds me to stick the devils dick in his mouth when he dies.
My friends are all idiots, but at least I don’t have to drive to get to them, they are on the Internet. :-)
Geez, lighten up motherfucker. I sent a friend an email one day and jokingly called him a little motherfucker. Got back an email that seemed to look like he was offended by it. I hadn’t meant any harm in saying it. It turned out that out that it was the word little, if I had said big motherfucker he would have been fine with it. Shoot, I fucked the first particle in the cosmos, I’m a motherfucker too. Yup, God and all his children are bastards. So just shape up you little bastards. LOL
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Only an idiot, or a greedy person would keep making things more complicated. All we want to do is communicate with each other on the Internet and do other interesting things. You are just putting more monkey shit into our lives that we have to deal with.
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The nice little computer God got my computer fixed and I picked it up yesterday. I had found and fixed only half the problem, but God wasn’t going to waste time mucking around with it anymore, God has more important things to do with his time. And God isn’t going to waste time telling you all what happened, and trying to figure out why it did. God is moving on, to hell with the past, it’s all monkey shit. God has a vision and is looking forward. But I haven’t set it back up yet, may as well tune this one up a little more in case I need it again. He is a nice country hick God, not capitalistic slime, and didn’t over charge so he can live in a fancy home.
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If God was more honest he wouldn’t have swiped an upgrade to his Windows operating system so that he could write this. He, he, he. Fuck the greedy big computer God that lives in his mansion, he has enough money. And if he gets in Gods face about it I will tell him to fuck off, you know how God is. Come to think of it, God also swiped a copy of Office to have a better word processing program to use because God is a lousy speller and needed spell check. If he wasn’t so greedy, spell check would come on a basic system. We have all given that dick enough money for those over priced programs that are less than perfect and always being upgraded. Perfect is something simple that works well without problems, like a can opener. All God needs is a very simple system to do email, write, and surf the web with. God could do all that with Windows 95, his laptop still has Windows 95 on it in fact.
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Each system gets more complicated with a lot of crap people don’t need and is time consuming to learn. And don’t get God started about his fucking cell phone. All God wants to do is make a phone call, but they sit there with their good drugs playing with their balls and dreaming up a lot of shit. My first phone was simple, keep it simple you dicks. At least make one simple one for us that don’t want all your clutter in their already cluttered that is driving everyone more crazy.
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Automobiles need a device hidden deep in the dash that blocks the signal because monkeys want to talk while driving, it’s a freewill thing. God can multitask while driving, but a lot of the monkeys can’t, especially the females, they just keep running into things because their heads are full of monkey shit. God doesn’t use phones for anything but to conduct business, not to bullshit. If I want to bullshit with someone I want to do it in person, it’s a living world full of living touchy feely things, and we aren’t enjoying it enough in this screwed up society with what it is becoming. God never turns his cell phone on except to add more airtime from a pre-paid card, no one even has the number. God just bought because it was on sale and God is stupid sometimes. But maybe some poor person would like to call a loved one that lives far away someday, God has the minutes. Or God may need it because some monkey on a cell phone makes a right turn in front of him. It might be a blonde, God will admire her boobs while he rags on her ass.
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God is thinking of buying a new box when Vista comes out. Mine is getting old and anything could happen to any of those billions of particles in it that are trying to serve me, they need to make the hardware better, not the software. That shit is just filling up my landfills. But God needs a new operating system like God needs another fucking hole in his head for things to leak out of. Windows Me and Office 97 are doing all God wants to do with a computer. And God hasn’t got time to learn it, God has better things to do. All God needs is a simple secure system that never screws up because of all the monkey shit in it. And the next system will have a lot of monkey shit in it also, that God will ignore or remove. And it still won’t be secure. Maybe God won’t buy Vista, God is thinking of going to Linux if it is looking pretty simple by then. God hasn’t got time for complicated computer monkey droppings. God has more important things to do, many of us only need a simple system without a book an inch thick to learn how to use it well. God grew up in the computer world on dos, doesn’t need all this other crap. God still has his first 286 and it still works, but windows is cool. When 95 came out is when I quit my job and spent 18 hours a day learning all I could do with it. Now I don’t do much of it, have forgotten a lot of, it’s just monkey droppings I pushed out of my brain for more important thing to get in it. When a brain is full of monkey shit, like a coffee cup that is full, you have to pour some out to put more important things and wisdom in it.
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I don’t even use my digital camera much anymore, or animate pictures of others to make them wink. There are plenty of pictures me now and if someone wants to see my area they can get on the web. This is getting long, I won’t start on my bitch about the spam mail monkeys filling up my landfills. When God gets started he just won’t shut the fuck up. But I have more important things to talk about. It’s all just drifting up to how God would run the world anyway. Not that Billy God wants that job, I have more important things to do, I’m not leaving here, and would turn down any offer of doing it. Another part of me can do it.
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My next post, if it is my next post, will explain to Scott Adams why he is finding modern democratic marriage in this society so confusing. It’s just a bunch of children seeking freewill. That is what drives him to his computer to babble on a blog. Then get back to cleaning up the document explaining more about Gods evolution and why humans with thumbs are so important to it. But I’ll toss in this funny thought. My thumb is a device used to hitchhike with, hoping to pick up hot chicks with nice tits.
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God hasn’t got time to read this again for mistakes, God has better things to do. If God didn’t have so much monkey shit in this humans brain, God wouldn’t have to anyway. Love, peace, and hugs. Shut the fuck up and click on POST. BBC

Have to relax

I have to relax for a few days so this will be a light post, I’m lying to myself of course, it keeps getting longer but you will find it very interesting, especially the argument with God part. With the computer going down and having to take it to a computer God because it was over my ability to figure out I’ve been setting up the computer Mary left me when she died, and have put it on line. And there is a lot monkey crap in it that I have to clean up. Had to go into the registry and do some things in it, the registry does not scare me, I know what to do in it. And I back it up before doing things in there, in case I do happen to screw up. Our monkey brains are always doing stupid things. Hell, some times I go some were to do something and just find myself standing somewhere wondering why I’m there. I can drive all the way through town (good thing it’s not that big) to the other side and think "What in the hell am I doing here?"
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My mind is always so full of thoughts coming to me, lessons being presented to me in strange ways. And I get some of them over and over again until I learn to change how I think, see, and approach those things. I’ve gotten a lot of lessons from women in the last nine years. I’m into folks like John Grey, they are into screwing their minds up even more with a lot of the monkey crap in books that are coming out these days. They read monkey poop instead of reading I’m Okay, You’re Okay. They don’t even know what they are, they think they have complete free will. I’ll talk more about that some other time. No shit, this is going to be a short post, for me. LOL. I’m a fucking liar, the force won’t let Billy stop.
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I have to go to the bank and get some of my backups, install programs, things like that. Tune this computer up to my liking. I’ve written for hours the last few days, there is so much coming at me, but I have to become a even filter, get more monkey crap out of what I write for spirit. And play some, I haven’t played for days.
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A talk with spirit often goes a lot like this while I was writing something to post on my blog:
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Have a good day all of you Gods. Billy is a wiser God now, and getting wiser, but he never shuts the fuck up, hasn’t for billions of years. Shut up you little bastard, and click on the POST icon so that evolution can move on in the proper direction…. Fuck you Billy, I’m not done talking yet…. Fuck you God, you just never shut the fuck up, fuck you…. No, fuck you and keep typing…. Billy tired, wants some sleep…. Tough shit…. Fuck you…. No, fuck you, keep typing…. You know God, you can be such an asshole, why don’t you just shut the fuck up and let these idiots kill themselves?…. Because they are the biggest miracle in the cosmos, it allowed us to evolve into higher beings than we are in the cosmos, with thumbs so we can create in a different way, a higher way, take this cosmic sexual debris and make other things with it. And if they kill themselves and this planet, this beautiful thing will end because it’s the only planet in the cosmos with this kind of life on it. And those monkeys that are saying there may be other life like this out there, shut up and stop playing with your brains, you don’t know shit. You just have a lot of monkey shit in your brains and you are wasting money looking for something when you should be saving cosmic souls on earth. Don’t get God started, you just get God pissed when all we want to do is love you. How can we love someone that is trying to kill part of us? Is killing part of us. Stupid fucking monkeys, leave our soul alone, stop writing stupid shit about us, we are trying to evolve higher here.
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And here is a lesson if you understand how I present it in my unique way, plus a little about my earlier life.
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Charlie Brown in Peanuts just doesn’t get it does he? He keeps doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. But he will never get to kick that football until the evil part of Lucy is removed and becomes loving and peaceful. See Charlie as good part of spirit, the all, God. See Lucy as an un-evolved part of spirit, the alter ego part. He will never get to kick that ball until she evolves into Gods good spirit side. Charlie should just refuse to kick it again, walk away from her. That’s what I’ve learned to do. I’ve stopped trying the same thing over and over again expecting different results. I don’t recall if those two have ever hugged, but I would refuse to try to kick that ball again until after a hug. Then if she pulled it back again, I would refuse to have anything at all to do with her because she is anti-god and not my friend. I would stay away from her. My friends don’t keep doing that to God.
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I learned to stay away from my brother in my forties, about 1985, that was always picking fights with me. Thought he could whip me, but he never could. I’ve always hated fighting and didn’t unless I had to. Spent my teens in a mining town and there is always some puck that wants to pick on you, it’s a pecking order thing like in a chicken coop. I have never picked a fight as I recall, it’s stupid. And I haven’t had to fight very many times, many twenty, but push Billy God to that point and he is like a hurricane. My stupid brother never did learn that, would get in my face, was always the first one to hit me, he never was able to hurt me. Until the last time, he was in my face screaming at me and I knew he was going to hit me, something snapped in me (God spirit) and I hit him first, I was going for different results. I beat him up more than I ever had, and kicked him out of Mothers place.
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He took an ax and busted all the windows out of my station wagon. He had to go get stitches, when he got home the police was waiting there to take him to jail. I got a restraining order to keep him away from Mother, she had always been afraid of him. I don’t trust him either, he packs guns sometimes. Our dad thought the solution was to take us outside one time and make us fight, I kicked his butt again. My dad was stupid also. I was a gentle person with high grades in school in my early youth. The biggest mistake I made in my youth was the decision to move back in with that family when I was in about the end of the fifth grade. And stupid enough to stay there until I joined the service. That was really stupid, even my parents beat us up at times. They where Catholics and Republicans, so there you go. I was staying there expecting different results. It hurt some of my development, my grades went down, etc. Can’t keep doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I dropped out of school in the eleventh grade.
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Got a GED in the service, and went on to learn things in other ways. Took some noncredit college courses. Self taught myself many things. I used to go to automotive training centers, and did learn things there, but at times had to tell the instructors that part of what they were saying was wrong. If they kept insisting they were right I just assumed that I should give up, no point in trying to talk to a monkey that has it’s mind made up because another monkey taught him that. I see automobiles differently, I see them as billions of living cosmic particles that have assembled themselves into the form of an automobile in order to serve me that way so that I can get around. Think about this, an engine has to turn at a high RPM to move a car, lets say 2000 RPM at 55 miles an hour. Do the math for how many times a second a piston has to go up and down, reversing direction instantly. Try slapping your head against the table that many times a second. That is heavy metal in that engine. Lots of things go on in an engine, the only lazy part is, well, there is no lazy part, even the block is busy. It’s all alive and doing what it is supposed to be doing instead of screwing around in a Walmart store.
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In more recent years I can buy a used car, I’ve never bought a new one even though I worked in dealerships and could have gotten a good deal, I’ve bought cheap cars that others though were wore out. Did a few simple things to them, patted them on the dash and said "I love you God", and they take me another hundred thousand miles while treat them gently and mostly ignore their needs because they are here to serve me in that way so I don’t have to put much money in them. I’ve given up on selling them when I move to the next car or truck, their soul dies and they don’t run much longer. The buyer thinks I screwed him. Except for the last one, bought it for 500 bucks and fixed a few things on it, one problem was very complex, something I had never heard of before, won’t try to explain it here, drove it for many miles with little problems. It wasn’t perfect in some ways, I don’t expect perfect in my cars, my ego doesn’t need pretty and perfect. But I did sell it to a man that needed a cheap car, but I gave it a lecture before I gave it to him, and I still see it around at times. Anyway….. Monkeys couldn’t make something that amazing.
Ms. God can make a tree, but………Only God can make a truck.
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One of the most interesting courses I attended in a college was a night program on emotional healing just before I moved here. Damn that man was good, very spiritual. Maybe I’ll tell you more about it some other time.
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I wonder if my brother is still alive, haven’t seen him since the eighties. He was always getting in trouble, being put in jail, kicked off of jobs, dealing with trials, even got shot once. I’ll bet he is a Republican, he sure thinks and acts like a lot of them. I’ll bet the idiot also supports these wars that are taking our soul/spirit away from us. I’m not going to waste time finding out if he is alive, I don’t care, it’s the past, and I don’t like those Roman Republicans that pose as Christians, God is not mucking around in the past anymore, God is moving on.
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That’s okay, I’ve learned that you go learn the real things you need to know outside of the schools because life is the classroom. But you have to want to learn, and self-educating yourself. And I’ve put a lot of time into doing that. Especially during the last fifteen or so years. Then I learned that you have to go to the cosmos to learn what you really need to know, because this planet has a layer of monkey droppings all over it. Books are full of them, especially religious and history books. Billy God has stopped trying to find the answers there or trying to believe in their God or Gods. The cosmic spirit told Billy God to stop mucking around in the past for answers, to listen to the spirit only and keep moving forward. And to keep getting to be a better filter.
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Billy is dying, this journey has been hard on me. I don’t expect to be here much longer. You have much learn before then, and I need to figure out how to present it in better ways, get the monkey crap out of it. You need to become Billy, Spirit, God, so that this keeps going on and evolving properly. God is a scientist, a doctor, an engineer, and is surrounded by what is as much as monkeys that are not evolving properly, the alter ego if you will. More about that later.
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Have you ever been completely surrounded by beautiful light during sex? I have, but only once, and not for long, maybe 20 seconds.. It was a beautiful light blue. Lots to do yet today, have a great day everyone. Love and Peace. Hugs. We love you.
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Keep typing Billy…. Fuck you God, I need some rest….. Fuck rest, keep typing…. No, fuck you, I’m in a human body your bubble headed wife made, you dick head, and I’m clicking on POST. BBC