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They do, I watched one give a sort of hour long podcast “documentary” this evening, though I gave up on it in the first 15 minutes or so, all about The Truth About Aliens. It was this pudgy, advanced middle age guy, who established his credentials and validity by revealing that “strange things” had happened to him as a child, though he never said what they were, but these strange events caused him to be interested in UFOs and he has been all his life and that makes him (implied, of course) an expert.

He went on to reveal that the government has a “catalogue” of various alien species that visit Earth and what they eat and how to treat them medically, and that alien spacecraft have a quarter-inch thick pure vacuum around them that keeps them safe because nothing can penetrate it. This gentleman of obviously exemplary education and mental acuity isn’t aware that a bullet will pass through a vacuum more readily than through the atmosphere. It was at about this point that I stopped listening.

Latest poll in the US is that 67% of us accept that extraterrestrials are flying those things and jackasses like that guy continue to put in doubt those of us who have actually had valid experiences. Time Magazine just printed a long article that began sounding like there’s truth to the phenomenon and then, word by hundreds by a few thousand words, led us all to the conclusion that they must be advanced aircraft from other nations who are ahead of the US technologically. Ignoring the fact that these have been seen since ancient times and written about and described, centuries ago.

Meanwhile a group of professional astronomers recently announced seeing twenty truly massive spacecraft traversing the face of the moon. So, not sure about the “other nations” theory, not real solid there.

There’s really only one thing that matters to me, on my bucket list, and that’s to see our government finally admit the truth before I kick it.

An Ourboros, as everyone reading this knows, of course, is a snake that eats it’s own tail.  That’s Middle East Islam. It looks like Saudi Arabia is about to be attacked by Iran’s allies in Iraq and Yemen and probably elsewhere. Iran’s already attacked some of the other area oil producers and doesn’t look to be interested in stopping, and now fully intends to have total control of the Strait of Hormuz to be able to strangle the global economy at will.

Just what our government intends to do about this, I don’t know, but full on, boots on the ground war with Iran is the only solution. The other option is to allow this new Hitler/Nazi nation to rise up and wreck the planet just like the last one did.

You know, it’s only the Middle East and African Muslims that cause all the problems. You never hear about the Indonesian Muslims. I’m hoping this snake will go right ahead and eat itself, and put paid to the Middle East as the world’s source of terrorism. It may be too late for that now that so many of these vile skinbags full of pig shit have moved to the West to destroy civilization but only time will tell on that.

Meanwhile, go to it, Sand Niggers, do what you do best, chop off heads, hands and feet, only make sure it’s your Muslim neighbors you’re doing it to. Personally, I’d nuke the lot of you.

A lot of people talk to themselves, and I’m one of them. Done it all my life. I can’t remember when I didn’t. Someone near would ask “Were you talking to me?” or ask me what it was I said. Usually my answer would just be that I was thinking out loud, and then they’d want to know what I was thinking about, I’d tell them it was none of their business, and that would sometimes escalate from there.

I also blither, it’s one of my forms of humor, telling myself jokes and of course, laughing at crap that no one else could possibly understand. Partly because my blither is really deep blither, it springs from my fevered little brain connecting things that would be better left separate, seeing the humor in the conjunction and then out spews the incomprehensible blither. Many years of living alone has made me highly skilled at this.

In fact, that’s exactly what this is.

It’s the end of the day and I haven’t posted anything yet, it’s just been too damn hot. 106 F. today. Too much. Goodnight.

It’s amazing how the confluence of totally unrelated things can inspire music in the mind of a truly creative individual such as myself. The road surface of my street was repaved today, and just now as I was listening to a woman newscaster with a strong cowboy accent, this amazing gem came to me:

“Oh, you can pave the road in front of my house, baby, but you can’t repave my broken heart.” That’s just for starters, I can do more. What do you think? I think it’s pretty true to the genre, considering how sappy cowboy songs really are. Come on, you like it. I know you like it.

There’s a surprising number of video series on Netflix and Amazon, documentaries, of peoples various encounters with UFOs or UAPs as the governments are making it stylish to call them now, and a lot of them have some pretty good shots of the various craft.

If you watch these for awhile and listen to what those who’ve had the experiences have to say, and you’re not entirely close minded, it dawns on you that these people are having genuine, valid experiences with actual, real objects that are beyond human technology and capability.

I’d seen a few UFOs as a boy, looked like shiny round white things way up in the sky, saw some more on a camping trip out on the Colorado River when I was 20, and of course the enormous craft I saw here, in the desert, one night a few years ago. It was that last one that finally ended whatever doubts I had about the reality of other intelligent species besides ours.

Once the plain truth was too plain to be denied any longer, then my questions started in. Our government obviously knows all about them, their constant, strenuous efforts to convince us that they don’t exist… if they don’t, why work so hard to tell us that so constantly and threaten everyone who says they saw one? If I were the government, all that denial wouldn’t profit me unless, it was profiting me. Unless I was in some ways involved with these alien peoples, or at least with their technology. Secrecy is the currency of governments and trading secrets is a source of power. At least and at last, our government has finally admitted that these things aren’t “swamp gas”, that they’re real and beyond our technology. Still, they won’t come right out and say that they’re aliens.

The account of Ezekiel, of the men from the sky in a ship described as a wheel within a wheel, is 2,600 years old. They’ve been around a long time and have often communicated with humans, apparently, there being so many historic references to it happening, right up to our current time. There are so very many sightings and closer experiences, so many videos coming up now that most everyone has a cell phone, it can’t be much longer before the US government goes from currently admitting that yes, UFOs, or UAPs, are real and not ours, and admits that yes, they’re aliens. After all, it is obvious, it’s just one more step, it’s just the saying of it that sticks in their throats.

It’s probable that they’re deeply involved with humanity after all this time. I wouldn’t doubt that they live all over our solar system. Astronauts to the Moon say they’ve seen the ships, the Russians have had some strange experiences sending probes to Deimos and Phobos, etc.  Alien races may have been around here for hundreds of thousands of years. We have no way of knowing and it’s such a pretty, inviting planet.

But if they’ve been guiding humanity, it sure doesn’t show, and if they wanted to wipe us out, it would plainly have been no problem, so while their presence may be benign or maybe not benign, whatever their agenda is has little to do with the way we overpopulate and trash the planet. They just watch and let us go at it.

It occurs to me that if I were part of a truly ancient race that occupies many planets in our galaxy, I would find the humans to be a source of entertainment in a sort of distant, somewhat amusing, slightly disgusting way, and if it was our intention of continuing to live in this solar system as we have for untold years, then a point would have to come where the humans had to be stopped from further wreckage.

Merely thoughts before bed. Goodnight.

Screaming obscenities at the telephone does no good at all unless it provides some sort of pent up frustration relief for some people but all it does for me is remind me that I would have made a really great serial killer in another life and wish I wasn’t too old to start over.

In the mail this morning was a large envelope with about ten sheets of paper all laid out on both sides with little boxes and notations by each little box of what was required to be written in each little box. On both sides of all the sheets of paper. Yes.  Then there were 12 more pages with instructions in Urdu, Japanese, Mandarin Chinese and Chinese hieroglyphs, Spanish, Korean, Russian, Arabic and so on and so on.

On the first page, at the bottom of the first page, on the right, it says “Easy ways to give us your form and proof”, and the Easy Ways are Online, By mail, By phone, In person. So the easiest being By phone, since I ALREADY submitted the entire thing a week ago Online, I called the number listed and after listening to several minutes of what they are, what they do and the options available, I was told to Press 1, and I did, was told to wait, so I waited, and finally a young lady speaks to me and after going through an Identification process to verify my case number and the fact of my existence, I was told that I should not have Pressed 1, she can’t help me, I have to hang up and call again and NOT press 1, and wait for instructions because she can’t transfer the call.

So I did and listened to several minutes of a recorded voice, was invited to Press 1 but did NOT press 1, and waited. After awhile a young lady who sounded just like the last young lady came on who told me to Wait for a Worker to talk to me. So I waited and a voice came on that said I was being connected to a Worker, and I waited and a voice came on that said All the Workers are working and no Worker is available and I will have to call back later and then I heard a dial tone.

As a survivor of 3 fire evacuations in the past 8 years, I understand. When the evacuation order comes, you go and you go quickly, and hopefully by that time you’ve already gathered your pets into pet carriers and loaded all your most important papers and treasures into your car or whatever. So then all you have to do is load the pets, lock the house and leave.

The photos and videos coming out of the Spokane area right now look like visits to Hell. This is a massive fire driven by high winds across a city packed with coniferous trees that burn like kerosene torches.

The only way this fire will stop is when it runs out of fuel or the wind stops, and the wind won’t stop as long as the fire burns because it creates it’s own wind. There’s too many trees and too much wind.

In another week people will be returning to pick through the ashes of what used to be their homes, hoping to find some forgotten, treasured object or anything to salvage, just to feel that they haven’t suffered a total loss. Most won’t have fire insurance, because it’s very expensive and most carriers won’t insure in high fire danger areas anyway.

Spokane is an historic port city, when the Alaska gold rush started in the 1800’s, Spokane was the starting point where the treasure seekers gathered, to learn as much as they could of conditions in the far North and to finish stocking up on supplies and gear before heading north. This fire is burning down a city that matters.

 

There’s a silly little Zen koan-sort of story about a local Zen master who was asked by the local townspeople to say some words at the funeral of a respected man. It was the middle of a summer day and he took off his hat before speaking, exposing his bald head. Suddenly he clapped his hands to the top of his head and said “Oh! Hot! Hot!” and walked away.

Today is hot, hot. By 10:30 I’d stripped everything off and still am naked as a jay bird, though the resemblance ends there other than we both walk on two legs. More is coming, it may get hotter yet and like Superman, Up Up and Away goes the electric bill as the AC gets turned on earlier and earlier each day and stays on later and later.

I’m preparing to list 25 different slabs of very nice quality agates and jaspers on eBay for the consideration of all my fellow lapidarists out there in Lapidaryland. My collection is rather staggering, with at least 300 varieties of semiprecious material and reasonably fat quantities of each, and it dawned on me that I might actually pass away (never say die) someday with no one to give all this stuff to, so I might as well wallow in all the money it’s worth. Besides, the price of robots may increase and I may need it.

Who am I kidding? EVERYTHING will increase, do prices ever go down? “Oh, joy, joy, oil went down 1% today” then of course went up 6% but we won’t mention that.

I was going to give everything to a young lady friend, well, younger than me anyway, but she decided to drink more and act friendly less, something like that anyway, so fugg it, I’m gonna take it with me. Rock on.

Heard on the news that the U.S. Selective Service System gave vendors roughly two weeks—until August 14, 2026—to submit proposals for computer simulation models as part of its Readiness Simulation Project. This project is an administrative testing measure and not an active military draft order, supposedly. This is because a law comes into effect in December, just in time for Christmas, isn’t that wonderful? That makes registration for the military draft automatic when you turn 18 or if you’re now between the ages of 18 and 26. The age of voluntary service has been increased to 42 from 35, by the way. Grandfathers can join up.

The mandatory registration includes green-card holders, refugees, asylum seekers and “undocumented”  men. In other words, all illegal aliens are now subject to the draft.  Those on non-immigrant visas are exempt but all other Non-Citizens can be snatched up and sent to fight and die.

Are you getting this? The draft used to be for citizens only. NOT ANYMORE. Now anyone in the country of draft age can be pressed into service unless you’re a tourist here on a valid visa. If you snuck across the border seeking work, you may end up as cannon fodder instead.

The dream I had the night after hearing about this was that I was born in a different world where everyone was the property of the state. We were all slaves, we had no stature as citizens and had no say about what we were told to do, and I awoke realizing how true this already is, in many respects.

The freedom we keep getting told that we have and need to protect is mostly an illusion, created with constantly repeated lies and propaganda. Nothing is a better example of that then the Covid Lockdowns. People were imprisoned for the crimes of attending churches and going to the beach.

Our ability to walk the streets freely can be taken from us at any time. We are not free, we are merely permitted to do what we do and meanwhile our government taxes us what it wants and takes from us what it wants. You wonder why people have become “Influencers”? Because they pretend to have the freedoms you don’t have, that you want, so you follow them in the hope of gaining what they claim to have, and this is because there’s no such thing as “rugged individualism” anymore, there’s no pioneers, no Daniel Boones and Buffalo Bills, no open country, no Westward Ho. It’s over. Now there’s just Big Government and total control. No wonder people think we’re living in a simulation. It just seems too unreal.

 

 

 

Candalia Globosa is a rare desert plant in the Southern California desert, for which I’m very grateful because there’s no others on my property, just the one that I chopped apart with a large pair of limb loppers this morning and finished off with a chainsaw.

It grew beside my chicken coop, long empty now of chickens, and I’ve been ignoring it until this summer when it suddenly grew like crazy and limbs covered half the coop. The bush, or tree, whatever it’s technically called, is probably about 40 years old. Being a desert plant, it’s used to not having much water until it gets big enough with a deep and large enough root system to hog all the underground moisture anywhere near.

The problem with this plant is that the branches are covered with little limbs that are actually two to three inch long poisonous spines with little leaves along their length that hide these spines. The limbs grow at crazy angles and it would be very easy for small animals to get tangled in them and die from poisonous puncture wounds, which may be a way this bush from Hell helps feed itself.

When I saw how large it grew I knew I finally had to deal with it. I put it off all these years because of those thorns. However, between a pair of long-handled limb loppers, my chainsaw and exercising great care I was able to reduce it to a big pile of 3 foot long or smaller limbs without getting stabbed once.

This is a true case of 100s of millions of years of plant evolution learning to protect itself being defeated by a half-million years of evolution of a primate with a chainsaw. So let that be some sort of lesson to something.