Sunday, January 12, 2014

The World Mourns/Celebrates: The Passing Of Mass Murderer, Ariel Sharon


Monday, August 26, 2013

I do believe a year or so has passed since making a post.
I just feel reluctant to say anything because I would be repeating the same boring horror story as before.

I have to admit I have been playing it safe by not saying anything regarding current events. By that, I mean not saying about 911 or the other topics in the news. Saying or making a stand for the truth these days tends to make you marked, and that is what I was trying to avoid. But I don't think I am that important enough to the powers that be, to be a threat. 

Take for instance Mr. Snowden. I am not sure whether or not he is the real deal. I just don't damn know. I wish he was and I hope the best for him and his safety. At his young age, he took the plunge and blew the whistle. 

Universal surveillance by an all seeing government is a scary thing. I have been reading articles that the NSA has access to your computer files via a Backdoor in the Windows operating system. I saw it at with my own eyes.

What can I say? I am just another armchair wannabee journalist who has opinions and thinks he can write. But it's the only way I feel I can contribute for the advancement of truth.

Like many people who believe voting for or against politicians, and think they are making a change, it makes no difference. 
The votes are rigged. Yes, I even saw a video on PBS about and there was no outrage. Maybe it was a scam to make one think somebody actually cares? If so, I fell for it. 

Here is a quote from a former dictator..
"It's not the votes that count, it's who counts the votes. "Joseph Stalin".

I am going to end this shortly, and I apologize for the gaps in posting. I had my little conviction episode and got it off my chest with my rants and saying the "N" word. NINE ELEVEN..

911 was also an attack on the human mind. 
By saying that, I am paraphrasing Dr. Judy Woods, who asks in her book, "Where Did The Towers Go?".

When I was eight years old, I was shocked when President Kennedy was assassinated. 
As a kid, it shook my world and 911 had that same impact. 
I believe the people responsible for those horrific and heinous crimes, are the same. 

We now live in a state of constant fear although nobody wants to admit it.

I mean, when two of the most enormously strong buildings
ever constructed, turn to powder while collapsing, there is something to fear. 

But, we must face the darkness and look at something much fearful. The Truth. It's not as bad as it seems, unless you have something to hide.    

Sunday, March 18, 2012


It has been awhile since I posted and the reason for that is because of circumstance and life. In other words, Shit, or Hell on Earth.

I could have easily posted stuff here, but that would have put me in the ranks of social entities like Twitter or Facebook. Nobody reads these blogs as does life. Nobody cares or even considers the thoughts of the massive and lonely hearts as yours truly. 

Do I have a Facebook account? Yes, I do. Does anybody read it? I don't know. I must realize that I am just a grain of sand in this world. Nobody gives a thought or reason of or for me. I am a narcissist. I have exaggerated self importance. When I walk among the streets, I am overly aware of people looking at me and mocking me. However, I am nothing. Not even a stare or glance from a stranger. The people that walk by me cause me to shrivel in fear and I most certainly look at them with fear and hatred. I hate the world. I always have. I suppose that is a given? But I recall the sadness and the utter hatred I have for life at an early age. 

So, here I am, just like many before me. I have contempt for life. Hatred for being born into a reality for no purpose except to suffer immensely. Life without purpose.  A huge and tragic joke played upon us poor humans for the purpose of useless demonstration. It makes no sense. I have no idea of why or what is happening to me or whatever. I am lost without purpose or meaning. All I know is the suffering and the sorrow I have seen and endured. 

My life is ruined and it was so at an early age. I saw the emptiness, sadness and hopelessness in the eyes of my mother when I was young. I could not utter or put into words what I say, but the utter sadness came across me and there was no mistake about what I felt or saw. 

My mother suffered greatly as a child. A victim of child abuse for which she had to adapt a mindset of street mentality to stay sane. 

Why do I say this? Simply, because there are members of my family who've adopted a psychotic over reaction to child hood drama. By this I mean using forms of control such as "Passive Aggressive" to remain sane. Of course, there are more definitive words to describe more intricate maladies, but in this discourse, let us keep it simple. 

There is and was no reason for a member of my family to act out with utter cruelty as if they have suffered their mother did. They, in fact, were safe and had nothing to worry about. And to be honest, this person was in fact a sister of mine. At this moment, I have utter contempt and hatred for her. This person is the worst of all humans being that she is a psychopath. This is more so since she is religious. And that my dear friends, is the worst form of depravity a human being can be.

I have suffered greatly and with abject cruelty by a person who is mentally a child. A person who has never past the point of age six or seven. A person with that childish mindset is of course, a dangerous person with no self control or restraint. 

I am talking of the concept of evil. It will follow you where ever you go. No matter where you are or what place you are in, evil will always be there. There are no safe harbors, no safe shelters, no place to have quiet moments. Evil is always present and is Always there. 

And the beat goes on. The Juggernaut and it's wheels keep on churning. The steam and smoke keep on belching. It never tires or stops and with that, I will stop here. I will try to reconstitute what remains of me as I try to understand what lays before me, that, being, more suffering at the wheels of the Juggernauts fate.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

As usual, here I am again with the same excuse. I was lazy and could not think of something to write about. Indeed, I am no well schooled pupil of learning, but how I wish I was so. In my profile I mention that I am of native Indian descent. Both my parents were of native American descent with twinges of other races of most likely European blood.

I take after my father who was educated by attending and finishing the 8th grade. That was a feat back then, and it seems it is also that in present times. All the education system seems to care for is the quantity of students graduating rather than the quality of the educated. I am concerned about the quality of education that I and all other have received in the American school system. Back in the day, I was very confused about math and fractions. Then all of a sudden came the New Math.

I was so confused and still am to a degree. Either, I was a bad and unteachable student or I had a very bad teacher. As I was growing up and pondering things about our night time sky and universe, my imagination was nonstop. What if we had an inverse universe where everything is white and the stars are dark? I had an interesting dream one night where I looked into a control box that had switching relays and the box was painted in silvery grey. Not far from the projects where I lived was a water tower and the control box was something I would look and gaze at. In my dream, I fell inside the control box and it was a white universe and I saw stars that were black. I felt myself dissolving into that world, yet, I had a great sense of peace where I remember vividly saying to myself, "Maybe this is what happens when you die?"

I drifted forever in that dream and possibly, I am here in that same dream now?

I am meandering about thoughts all over the place. In my previous post, I mentioned about those who had issues about alcohol and it's consumption. I had a couple of 24 ounce cans before I had the courage to post. I am honest about myself and my frailties. I am no longer the young man I was once was. I never thought I was handsome or good looking although I was told I was. But, the damage was done and it is a part of my life. Perhaps it was a way of humbling me, which seems to be the case of others in my family who are astutely arrogant? I do not know. It makes me wonder why so many siblings have the self preserving, self centered, self righteous, psychopathic tendencies in their character. It's as they had Jewish blood in them, God forbid since that would make me part of the problem. Not the solution.

But getting back to my father, he was an interesting man. He was an only child and from what I am told, was a gambler, a womanizer, a drinker, and a prolific writer and mechanical engineer. He also was a very simple man.  I pretty much take after him too. I like simple things. I hate confrontation and arguments. I hate those who use words and manipulate them for their own designs. I would call them intellectual mercenaries as I have heard that appropriate term before.

The world is in a state of darkness and ready for a change. I do not say this because of what is stated in other blogs, but as a sense of innate urgency of things to come. I have to say I am concert with the conclusions as to what Cliff High has to say regarding The Web Bot Project. You can do your own research into this and hopefully reach the same conclusions. Keep an open mind since we are not all as intelligent or teachable as we think we are. We do not know anything about anything, really. We do not know what is beyond that dead end known as Death. We do not know anything about what really happens in the Cosmos. We do not anything about what happens at the conception of life. So, be careful of those who hold up their hands and say, "Talk To The Hand", as if all knowledge was theirs. These people are fools and are on the fast track to an inevitable train wreck. Sadly, it is quite obvious the whole world seems to be headed in this direction, at least here in the United States of America.

The world is a fast moving train and headed toward an unmovable mountain. Those who survive, will be the ones who are prepared. Those who do not survive, will be the ones who cling unto the old habits and self destructive belief systems.

May the peace and blessings of the Klystron Collective and the Third World Country Boy be upon you.



Saturday, November 26, 2011

To Drink, Or Not To Drink

Back again from taking a writer's cramp hiatus. That's a euphemism for "I was too lazy to think about shit to write". Hell, I am not even a writer, but I enjoy drinking beer. A lot of us enjoy beer and this wonderful beverage has been around for thousands of years. So, we must be doing something right if we have a relationship with brewing, wouldn't you say?

Some people do not drink anything with alcohol for different reasons. Some can not handle it. Some have personal and religious beliefs in regards to abstaining from it. It becomes for some people, a moral issue.

Therein, lies the problem. Back in the day, there was a Temperance Movement to practically abolish the manufacture of alcohol and its sale to the public. The darling of the movement back then, was little Carry Nation. Alcohol consumption was the recreational drug of the day. Before that, was opium and usually smoked in opium houses of that time. Then along came Prohibition.

However, there was more to it than just a morality issue by the abstainers. People had distilleries in their houses, barns, bath tubs, sinks, washboards, etc. Not only could this be consumed by people, but also their cars. This was an alternative fuel to gasoline. That was the real reason for Prohibition. And the same for the marijuana and hemp. Hemp was a threat to the petrochemical industry, namely, The Dupont Family.

Back to the drinking issue. People who abstain for personal reasons have every right to do so. It is their right. It is also a right to consume it as well. Some people have a legitimate reason to abstain and even join support groups such as AA, otherwise known as Alcoholics Anonymous. The support group has replaced their addiction for the AA belief system. It's a religion to them and this is where it becomes an issue with me.

Have you ever heard someone rant and rave about their new found love or religion? Have you noticed how they have become morally superior to you because you are not one of them?

I have a relative who does not drink and is proud of it. This person brags while looking up to heaven as if to get divine approval. This person attends a church fellowship to renew their weekly dose of religion. However, this person lacks the everyday graces such as manners, courtesy, kindness, and most importantly, love.

This person is drunk on the high of moral superiority, self worshipness, arrogance, and deep hatred.

If I didn't know better, that seems a lot like narcissism.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Les Visible In The Cross Hairs

It has been awhile since the last post and I thought it was time for another one. I feel the need to get my moneys worth even though this is free.

I don't read too many other blogs mainly because there are so many of them and the ones I do read, are tough enough to keep up with. I guess I blog at my own speed and I am comfortable with that. That being said, I am blogging this time to get myself out of a complacent comfort zone. 
For as much as I bitch about the hard times I've been through, I have this self righteous attitude that I corner the market on suffering. Well. I have to repent for that because there are people who have had it worse and going through it right now. People who are much better than I as a person or a human being, are suffering needlessly and without mercy.

I had to clear that up first and be accountable and establish some credibility. This is the reason why. I wish to stand up for Les Visible. The author of these blogs: Smoking Mirrors, Reflections In A Petri Dish, Visible Origami, Profiles In Evil, Les Visible, and Visible Stream Of Consciousness. There are more articles pending all the time. 

I have been following Visibles work for some time. A very interesting person with a penchant for learning and following his heart and  for all intents and purposes, Visible is a hippy from the 60's who seems to have been stuck there.  I consider him a brave man for taking up his cross and speaking about very volatile and politically incorrect subjects. Being the intellectual and truth teller as he is, well, he just tell it like it is. He calls it for what it is. 

Visible allows comments by viewers of his blogs. There are usually thirty or forty comments per article. This particular article published on his Reflection In A Petri Dish called, " SOTT In The Cross Hairs", really opened up the floodgates of comments and to his Gmail account.

At last check, there were over one hundred comments. He received very nasty emails from people he knows, people he does not know, and from people whom he thought were his friends and supporters. SOTT is an acronym for Signs Of The Times. I have heard of it but since there are hundreds of sites, I rarely gave it any thought. I am pretty sure some or most of you already know this site and I will not go into detail since you can go there yourselves. 

So, what caused this uproar to the point that Les Visible has lost sleep over? It has caused him to going into a kind of dazed and confused stupor. Something that he is not used to or comfortable with. 

SOTT is located in France and their webmaster/publishers were targeted as a cult by French Authorities. Mr. Visible has met and knows these people personally. Although Mr. Visible knows these people, he does not always agree with everything they say. Just like we all do and that is a given. 

In his response to negative comments about SOTT, he pleaded for commentators to "Give them One More Chance". If anything, the comments got worse and his inbox full of hate mail from what I gather. 

This has been on my mind for a week since it happened. Of all things to blog about, why am I going on about someone I don't even know? Well, for one thing, Mr. Visible is a good man with an open and honest heart. He hides nothing from his readers, not even personal problems. Last year he suffered from a urinary tract infection and I believe, passed a stone through his system. My dad went through it years ago and I remember he cried like a baby. The pain is simply horrible.

But back to Les Visible. His plea to his followers/commentators about "Giving them one more chance", really stands out to me. It is not anything really special nor any epiphany, just a simple plea for forgiveness. 

Forgiveness is something I have a hard time with. I guess that's the reason it is on my mind. As a matter of fact, I say that to myself when I am alone, which is most of the time. I am consciously aware of forgiving others, or the lacking to forgive. 

Which brings me to a thought I just now have. If all those people lashed out in anger over SOTT, they need to forgive them and give them another chance. What would Jesus do? Forgive. 

Apparently you are not alone, Les. You got in the Cross Hairs for defending your friends and you took the heat for it just like a good friend does. And as I recall saying in his comments, 

"Maybe you opened up a door that needs to be opened and are taking some brutal punches for it?"

End Transmission:

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Just A Third World Country Boy

Okay, it's been a couple of months since I last blogged. I was just reading some of my crap and noticed so grammatical errors. I'm not sweating it since I really don't think anybody reads this anyways.

In most third world countries, homeless people are a given. They are always subject to the whims of plague, famine, wars, civil wars, depressed economies, drought, etc. America, is also heading in that category too. We are no longer the nation with the highest standard of living. 

I picked the title as a play on words like on that game show, Wheel of Fortune. Yes, you heard about it. The show with that skinny model that is paid millions just to push buttons on a letter. I think her name is Vanna? 

Well, I'm just a third world country boy, at heart and I thank God for it too. I say that because my dad was a simple man and really didn't care for the finer things in life, just his children. My dad grew up poor during The Great Depression and being part of the Tiwa tribe from Texas, that made him accustom to the hardships of the time. Many indigenous tribes in their concentration camps, I mean, Reservations, live like those in third world countries. These people have already acclimated. So, with that background, I too am following the footsteps like my dad. Although a simple man with an eighth grade education, he was an avid reader, civil worker, tax preparer, and an ace mechanic.

As for the finer things in life, he loved the simple things it had. His family, bar hopping, gambling, beer, baseball, reading about conspiracies and in his own way, a consumer advocate. He really enjoyed the work of Ralph Nader. He also liked to take the family car on weekend camping trips without too much gear or equipment and just rough it. That is the mentality I have now. 
I live in a state of perpetual camping which I attribute to homelessness. It is always there in the back of my mind. I also live in a state of fear and panic. One of the memorable quotes from the movie, "The Shawshank Redemption", Morgan Freeman portrays a prisoner. He said, "It's a terrible thing to live in fear".  I think about that line and say the same thing to myself. Never knowing what will happen next, Who is the next person that is going to harrass you, Why is that person looking at you that way? How much gas is left in the car? How do you make twenty dollars last? If you died, who would know and who would even care?

How truly lonely it can be in a world full of people not far from you? It is a stark contrast between a true survival situation like being lost in the forest with no food or your car broke down in the middle of the desert. How utterly sad when there are people around but nobody wants to help. It is no different than being stranded on a deserted island. The truth is, people have deserted their fellow man.

A third world country boy, can survive.