December 29th, 2017

It’s a custom in Western societies, some of them anyway, like ours, to resolve to do better or to change some aspect of our behavior and/or our lives, on the first day of the New Year. Generally, we declare these resolutions in advance of New Year’s Day and hold off on actually implementing them until The Day arrives.

So in the spirit of all this, these are my New Year’s Resolutions:

And in order to keep these resolutions I will do my very best not to change one single goddam thing about myself. It’s taken me an entire lifetime to become the cranky, foul-mouthed bastard that I am, and I like what I’ve achieved a lot. A lot of others don’t, but that’s their problem. If they don’t like the way I am, then stay the hell away from me and be happy.

I don’t allow myself to be anyone’s victim, and it’s a good thing too, because the older I get, the more a lot of people see me as victim fodder, and the more surprised they are when that doesn’t work out very well for them. It has nothing to do with me and everything to do with the concept of age and seeing old age as weakness. It is weakness to a certain point, of course it is, but a wrinkled face doesn’t necessarily mean a frightened mind. I like that line in Dune, where Paul Atreides says “Fear is the mind-killer”. It is. I do feel fear like all of us, but I learned long ago to ignore it and look away from it in my mind, to push it away immediately and keep my focus clear. Fear inhibits action.

What I still have not yet learned to control so readily is anger. I can lose myself not just to anger but to real rage fairly easily, when I might be better off not doing so. It always seems to work out well for me afterward, but at the time I’m raging away, I’m also always holding the reins on it and never letting it go too far… which may be why it tends to end well for me. Sometimes you just have to show some people in the rawest way possible that they’ve really pissed you off, to get them to back off. Fortunately this is a very rare event. 99.9% of the time I get along great with everybody, and I have to admit, life is more fun that way.

So yeah, New Year’s resolutions are for those who are still working on being the person they want to be. Nothing wrong with that, in fact it’s a good idea. Most of us could use some improvements in ourselves.

So, HAPPY NEW YEAR, all you thousands of loyal readers. Resolve to be happy for the whole year.


December 26th, 2017

This morning I went to our local post office to drop off a couple packages and to discuss the fact of 8 pieces of missing mail/merchandise that I’d paid for that never arrived. One of them I actually hadn’t paid for, it was a new credit card that never showed up, that I’d put charges on, online, and couldn’t pay those charges without knowing the card number and sec. number in order to log on. So late fees accumulated.

On that issue, I contacted the card company and explained that it never showed, they checked and fortunately it had never been activated and used by whoever got it. So they canceled the card and the late fees and have sent another card, yet to arrive.

For the other 7 items, 5 were from China and are lost forever, 1 is being replaced by the seller and the last one had tracking and shows as having been delivered… to someone.

Ennyhoo… I spoke with the postmaster about this, who immediately became irate with me, expounding repeatedly and loudly that They Have Never Had A Single Complaint Before In All The Years Blah Blah Blah, as if I were somehow a culprit instead of the victim. Fucking asshole! Since there’s only one person who delivers that mail, I suggested that he might be the problem and was instantly informed that he was back there listening and what about him? So I simply said that he owed me a tidy sum of $$$, which he does, and left to the sound of the postmaster complaining that he was going to write up a report on all this and he’d never had to write up a report before and BLAH BLAH BLAH.

He must have had a little talk with the route courier because that jerk showed up at my door with my mail in hand, looking very angry, and told me that he’d have my money by next Friday. So I opened the screen door, took my mail from him and said “Thank you” and he walked away.

Two things here. If he got into trouble over all this, he brought it all on himself and he needs to direct that anger accordingly. The other is that he did lose mail and/or misdirect it, because about the same time mine disappeared, he delivered 2 letters to me that were not mine and one even went to a different street entirely.

Running a business is enough trouble without the mailman losing your inventory and giving other people your credit cards, and postmasters need to keep their concerns focused on their customers and not whether one of their screwups is going to make them look bad.

After leaving there this morning I found myself once again wishing I had a button I could push that would instantly wipe out the vast majority of humanity. Christmas never really got started for me this year and it’s definitely over, I can tell.


December 25th, 2017

Picture of the Pope sucking baby Jesus's dick.

Any questions?


December 23rd, 2017

I did, I took a late afternoon nap and before waking up just now, I was dreaming that Europe was saving itself from the horde of migrants that are destroying their entire way of life along with their economy.

In my dream, many of the people had risen up and started attacking and killing the migrants in their camps and as they moved in crowds along the roads, by ambushing them from hidden places and shooting them with arrows and anything else they had. Even, in my dream, lobbing mortars into crowds of them and killing many of them.

All this time, the message was going out to them, “Get out of France, get out of Europe, go back home.” They were told that no one would be killed who was heading back the way they came, and before long, first France and then the rest of Europe was free of these people. And then I woke up.

I’ve no idea at all what prompted my brain to come up with that. I wasn’t thinking about anything like that when I fell asleep. I don’t really wish for a slaughter of people, most of whom are just seeking a better chance in life, but I do wish that the good, average citizens of Europe, who are oppressed by their Globalist leaders, would rise up and take their countries back.

My Christmas wish for them is that they expel both their leaders and the migrants and re-create the democracies some of them used to have and that they all should have.

That’s the great thing about wishes, we can wish for anything even when we know that some of them or even all of them will never come true. It’s like having your own personal star in the sky.


December 20th, 2017

There is a banner I put put in front of my shop, by the street, every morning. It says “CRAFTS” in great big yellow letters, on a very bright red background that’s over 2 feet wide. The banner is 12 FEET TALL. It gets attention.

The banner flies alongside a large sign mounted on a steel pole, that says

in Bright Red letters on a white background. You can’t miss it.

In the front window of my shop hangs a 7-foot long, 2 foot wide sign with Bright Orange letters on a very brightly colored background, that says CREATIVE CRAFTS. The entire sign has a trim of bright, flashing LEDs around it’s edge.

SO. This morning a young lady with a little blonde-haired boy was going back to her car, which she’d parked directly in front of my store, in order to go to a shop 4 doors down. Her little boy ran into the open door of my store so she went in after him to get him back, and the first thing she said when she went inside was to exclaim “OH, IT’S A CRAFT STORE”. Jesus goddam christ. No shit, lady.


December 15th, 2017

Ride that reindeer

Ho ho etc. Merry Christmas and stuff. I just got through chasing 3 tramps off the front porch of the house across the street, who were sitting at the little table set out there by the owners and having a fine time laughing and joking, right up until I shone a flashlight in their eyes and told them that they should leave before the sheriff gets there, because I’m about to call him.

I walked away and when I looked back they were hightailing it down the road. The last thing we need in this neighborhood is to allow these bums to take over someone’s unoccupied home and start stealing everything in the neighborhood to sell for food, because otherwise that’s what would happen.

Earlier, at the shop, I saw a couple of these scum pull the damaged flag holder out of the ground in front of my landlord’s antique store, and ran out and took it back from them. These sons of bitches take anything they can get their hands on. I said it was damaged because some other one of these assholes had stomped it until they’d bent it over flat to the ground.

There’s a goddam plague of homeless bums around here this winter. The local sheriff’s substation deputies did a sweep-out program last month, but the bastards are plainly back again. I wish Santa would take them all up in his sleigh to about 10,000 feet, and then shove them out. Ho ho ho.

If these people were truly victims of a bad economy and were honestly looking for work, that would be great, I’d sympathize and give them some help. But they’re not, they’re bad people and parasites who bring crime and harm, and my Christmas Wish is that they all get to spend this Christmas and the entire winter in some nice, warm, cozy jail, far away from here.


December 10th, 2017

Because of the following report, it is no longer a matter of choice whether to leave N. Korea alone or not. Either China forces them to dismantle and abandon their nuclear and ICBM programs or we have to attack them and do it for them. There’s no other choice.

Getting China to do this will require the Chinese to understand that if they don’t it will bring disaster down upon them. Short of that threat, they will continue to aid and abet the efforts of N. Korea to destroy us. Why? Because they’re the ones who promote this and want the N. Koreans to succeed, in their plan to conquer the world. Sounds a little farfetched? It’s not.

The report I’ve linked to was written by two members of the former congressional EMP commission – Dr. William R. Graham and Dr. Peter Vincent Pry. Dr. Graham is a physicist who was a science advisor to President Reagan and administrated NASA. Dr. Pry is a former CIA officer responsible for analyzing Soviet and Russian nuclear strategy, who has served on numerous congressional boards related to security. They clearly state that one hydrogen bomb exploded from a great height in the right place would knock out almost all of our electrical and electronic infrastructure and cause the ultimate deaths of as many as 90% of all Americans.

They’ve advised President Trump of this danger, which is exactly why he’s working so hard to get Chinese cooperation to end the threat. Since the Chinese are loathe to do this and extremely unlikely to do so even under the most dire of threats – because they’ve been planning this for so many decades – we will have to take on N. Korea by ourselves. I only hope that when we do, both the Chinese and Russians have the good sense to keep their armies on their side of the border, or things will go from very bad to terrible in a hurry.


December 8th, 2017

Went to the rock hound club meeting last night and there were some new faces there, people who’d come in to check it out, and among them was a forty-ish couple with a teenage daughter. Very pretty young girl with a very direct stare, which I found a little disconcerting, but otherwise she seemed to be a nice young lady.

What I want to know is WHY are some parents so stupid as to give their children names that are burdens? The mother wore a rather booze-damaged looking face, so maybe the use of alcohol and drugs had something to do with her naming that young lady ALASKA.

When that girl said her name was Alaska I had to severely stifle myself, as a horde of jokes and puns immediately entered my mind, such as Baked Alaska, and, What did you have against Nebraska? Any relation to Arkansas? And so on.

You don’t name your children after states or countries. I’ve always thought that Paris Hilton was a really arrogant, stupid name that only a too-rich snob would ever give a child, but I guess any stoned idiot can name their child Afghanistan or Maylasia, you don’t have to be rich, just totally unconcerned about the lifelong burden you just placed on your newborn.


December 5th, 2017

President Trump is keeping another promise he made America and our ally Israel by declaring Jerusalem to be the capitol of Israel and starting the process of moving our embassy there from Tel Aviv. In doing this, he’s telling not just the Arabs of the world but the entire world that the United States is an ally of Israel, and at least as strongly an ally to them as to any other nation. He’s putting the world on notice that a line has been drawn.

This is a special message to Islamists and Globalists, a statement that we side with Israel against them, and a particular message to the Saudis, that we are now putting Israel first before them. The ugly days of Obama’s embarrassing hatefulness toward Israel and Muslim favoritism are over.

Erdogan, the dictator of Turkey that those people so foolishly elected, stated today that “A red line has been crossed.” His red line, an Islamist red line, yes, and if any of them react by attacking Israel, they’ll suffer serious consequences as a result. We have an air base within Turkey’s Tikrit Air Base and we provide a lot of income to Turkey through that and other, regular commerce between our nations. That can end if Turkey crosses OUR Red Line.

Erdogan should be careful of what he says, Pres. Trump is known to retaliate against words as well as deeds. He’s not a good person to threaten.

For years the Muslims have been threatening that Holy Hell would break loose if the United States dared to declare Jerusalem the capitol of Israel. Well, now they can show us what they’ve got, and then we and the Israelis can go ahead and stomp them flat for it, and no one will be able to blame us for doing it. This is an open declaration of war against all enemies of Israel, by both of us together, Israel and the USA, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Donald Trump’s Presidency is better to me than the Second Coming of Christ.


December 4th, 2017

What the hell did I just say? Dang, forgot again. Another brilliant outburst gone south. Or was that east?
Memory. It’s about memory. The older people get, the more noticeable it becomes that some of them don’t remember things well. There was an old gal in the shop the other day who couldn’t stop talking, nothing unusual in that since most women love the sound of their own voice, but this one kept stopping while she searched for particular words that she knew but just couldn’t squeeze out of the cortex and into the frontal lobes.

She referred to these blockages as “Senior Moments”, and in truth, I’ve been having them for quite awhile. My command of the English language would have failed me completely if it weren’t for typing away in this blog every so often, as I often get stuck for that exact word that describes my thought more than any other. For me that’s more because of my lack of interaction with other people than anything else. What you don’t use, you lose.

However, yesterday I was reminded that my memory can play other tricks on me, and it freaked me out. It very honestly did.
I was talking to a young lady whom I’d previously been comparing in my own mind to another young lady I know, for various non-sexual similar traits. That’s right, I’m not a dirty old man and shame on you for what we all know you were thinking. Anyway, while talking to her, I referred to something the other young lady and I had done as having done with this one, which confused her pretty thoroughly until it dawned on me what I’d done, and that she was not the one. Now, THAT was a Senior Moment. I was seriously embarrassed by that and more than a little upset with myself for doing it, since it frankly scared me pretty good because the idea of becoming senile is to me the worst thing that can happen short of being slowly flayed by a horde of sadistic lesbians.

After sleeping on it and getting some mental distance from my initial reaction, I realized that it was just part of my lifelong disconnect from humans. Being around other humans tends to be stressful for me. The shop works okay for me because there’s a counter between me and those who come in the door, to keep them from actual contact, and that way I can be nice and calm and assured while conversing. But when I’m face to face with many people, I find myself wishing I were alone in the woods or some such. Yesterday was one of those occasions, and now I realize that the reason I made such an odd error is simply because I was wishing I was in the company of the other person instead.

However, it is also symptom of aging. I would never have done that when I was younger. Mistake one person for another, yes, we all do at some time, but not with these two people who look nothing alike at all. So it’s back to taking my Vitamin B Complex once again, something I’d spaced out doing. The B vitamins keep the brain train on its tracks and there’s nothing like the good, hard slap of a Senior Moment for a reminder. I must remember to take my vitamins if I’m going to live as a genius forever like I intend.


December 1st, 2017

Today a young lady came into my shop who’d been in there once before. She looks to be about 7 months pregnant, maybe more. The last time she was in, she behaved normally, but this time she was plainly high on meth.

Lo, The Great Black Sheep sees the future of this young woman AND her unborn child, using my incredible powers of prognostication and Far Sight, I see… I see… This addicted person giving birth to a meth addicted baby and then feeding her newborn the milk from her breast, that’s contaminated with the methamphetamine that she continues to use.

I see this helpless infant grow up to be a meth addict just like her mother.

And you know, I don’t even need a crystal ball to see the futures of these two, the born and unborn.


November 30th, 2017

Right up until 2008, things were going along well with racial differences. The NAACP’s divisive voice had quieted considerably as blacks found themselves merging more and more with the rest of society, and finding more and more acceptance as a direct result of their own decreasing racism.

The “White Guilt” ploy had worked pretty well to get those of other races to be more accepting of blacks and offer more equal treatment. There was some backlash, but not much and it died out as black racism itself died out. Generally, America was finally becoming free of racism on all sides.

Then Barack Obama was elected and began promoting racial division and hatred in a big way, even to using taxpayer money to fund racist Negro groups like Black Lives Matter and the Black Panthers, and invited Al Sharpton and other hateful racists to the White House and celebrated them. He launched a hate campaign against the police of America, aimed particularly at white police, that’s resulted in the murders of a number of police officers, mostly white, and the murders are still happening.

The reality is that black Americans would be serving themselves best if they were to join with white people in the effort to stop the influx of Mexicans and other Hispanics, and reverse it. Blacks become the tools of the Globalists when they fall for the “Hate Whitey” doctrine. The Globalists, Barack Obama among them, want to tear down America, to destroy it as a great power, and they seek to destroy the country from within. Black crime, riots and dissension serve only that purpose and do so to the harm of black people more than anyone.

Blacks are only 12 or 13 percent of our population, while Whites make up 77%. The more Blacks show racial hatred toward whites, the less jobs they’ll be able to find, the greater their poverty will be, the more of them will turn to crime, the more they’ll end up in prison, gaining nothing, losing everything, by succumbing to the hateful words of the Globalists with Judas goats like Al Sharpton leading them to their slaughter.

This, while illegals, mostly Mexicans, swarm in and take the jobs that many of us had, including many blacks, while they spread the use of heroin, to mostly blacks, and commit heinous crimes on blacks to drive them out of areas the Latinos want to make their own exclusive turf. Latinos/Hispanics don’t like Americans of any color and they especially don’t seem to like black ones.

Racism is as normal as any other form of discrimination among humans, but hatred is not. It’s one thing to prefer the company of those who look and think like oneself and another entirely to hate those who don’t. American blacks would be smart to stop being suckers for the Globalists and join with the rest of us against the illegal aliens from the South.


November 25th, 2017

When I was a little boy I recall my father’s parents having one of those little hydrostatic wonders called The Drinking Bird. It’s a device roughly the size and shape of a bird that you place a glass of water in front of and dip it’s beak into. The cooling evaporation draws a liquid up a tube from the base, causing the thing to tip over on it’s pivot points from the weight imbalance, dipping it’s beak in the water again and repeating the process.

I bought some from China for the shop and set one to going this evening and it struck me that I’d always wanted one but never got around to buying one. Now I have a small batch and it dawned on me that these things should sell really well. So I ordered a dozen more. But the real point is that after all these years and all the opportunities I’ve had before to acquire one, I never did and now I wonder why not?

Anyway… There I was at the shop this morning watching the March of the Trolls, the blithering, filthy, piss-reeking, brain-fucked meth addicts walk past and seeing a couple of them wander around my shop hoping for something valuable to snatch up and sell for drugs. One who’s been in before was asking me the price of some incense hanging from a rack, and was no doubt very disappointed at it’s low price. She left after rushing about the store touching and tapping various items but stealing nothing.

I’m going to start doing what my landlord and neighbor merchant does and chase these derelicts out of the store the second they walk in. They’re only looking for something to steal anyway, and they smell really bad.

A few hours after the Troll Parade went past in the morning, the Annual Town Parade started up, with a strung-out bunch of vintage cars pulling boats with people in them and Christmas garlands on them, intermixed with vintage tractors pulling boats with people in them and Christmas garlands on them, and pickup trucks pulling boats and trailers with people in them and Christmas garlands on them, everyone calling out Merry Christmas, and young ladies on horses and little knots of people carrying banners and so forth, some of them strung out a block apart, and Highway Patrol and Sheriff’s Department patrol cars with lights flashing, and a few ambulances and a couple of ancient fire trucks, and the whole affair looking kind of sporadic and spontaneous and not really planned out well even though they’ve been doing it for over 40 years, every year, it finally trickled out and ended and everyone went home.

There was no Santa Claus and no theme to the parade that I could determine. I’ve been living here for over 5 years and this is the first I knew of the Annual Parade. It was probably the worst parade I’ve ever seen, but everyone seemed to be having a really good time riding in boats and utility trailers pulled behind old cars and such, and waving to people watching them. These people in this little town are probably the most unsophisticated group I’ve ever lived among, and that’s okay with me. They’re also more open and honest than city people, and the ones who come into my shop keep telling me how really glad the shop, and I, are here.

I can see why. The Irskine fire last year happened here, and it was the second-largest fire in California during a long season of really bad fires. People died, a lot of homes were utterly destroyed and the owners lost everything, lifetime accumulations. The poverty that’s endemic here only worsened, businesses closed up and the drive to Bakersfield for supplies is a hardship. Then I come along and open up the only crafts store in the entire area, sell stuff cheaply and provide low cost entertainment. I wonder if they’ll start a religion around me after I’m gone. It would be so much nicer if they did it now, I could use some offerings of silver and gold…..


November 22nd, 2017

It’s the damndest thing. WHY should people running art and craft supply stores be treated any differently than people running any other kind of store. I mean, even the clerks behind liquor store counters aren’t burdened with the life histories of their customers, even when the customers are drunk.

Yet since the day I opened my shop doors, many of the people who’ve come in my door stop at the counter and begin telling me all of their woes. They tell me at great length about their medical problems, their financial losses, their children, their parents, they come and and start unburdening themselves as if I wanted to hear their tales of unhappiness and woe.

Not all of those who choose to confide in their sorrows do this. A few are upbeat and tell me of the fun they have crafting different things. One guy has been in twice with some home-made wood carving tools that are actually very nicely done. I bought them all from him, so he returned with a box full of huge vintage plastic airplane models, still new in the box, which he sold me at a very fair price. All this while, of course, he’s telling me about all the stuff he does. But that’s okay.

It’s the sympathy seekers, the lonely people who’ve been through hard times and want someone to commiserate with them, who seem the most likely to spontaneously verbalize their woes to me at the very sight of me. It’s really become a thing, anymore I half expect it from people. So I listen and nod and express my understanding, and eventually they wind down and leave, usually looking happier than when they came in, though not always. Sometimes they work themselves into a worse state or at least leave feeling unfulfilled. I can tell by their expressions if nothing else.

There is this one family that’s really a hoot. The wife is a really big woman. Not just very much overweight but also over six feet tall. Her husband is a dwarf, and they have a little dwarf daughter, six years old, who’s the size of a 3 year old. When they first came in I had a hard time keeping a straight face while talking to the husband, not just because of his body shape but because his eyes are of different size and shape. They’ve been in the shop 3 times now and I’m used to seeing him now, and by golly, these people have really taken a liking to me. Like I said, they’re a hoot because the little girl plainly thinks I’m Mr. Wonderful, and keeps putting on a show for me running around the store, while the wife dominates the dwarf guy, and he constantly asserts his manliness. There’s an almost pedophilic aroma about the relationship between that great big woman and that little male, but it’s a legal one, so what the hell.

Today the fat little bastard who’s been harassing me was back hovering around my doorway with an idiot teenage follower and I’d had enough, and went out, got right up in their faces and threatened the crap out of them. I guess that’s what it took, letting those two shits know that I’m not the least afraid of them and making it clear that they’d better stop screwing with me, because they took a wide berth of my shop and the whole area for the rest of the day.

I’ve had other shops in years past, a gift shop, a head shop, an antique store, plus two autobody shops, and never had to put up with anything like I have with this one. It’s because this town is special in it’s own unfortunate way. It’s crawling with meth and heroin addicts, along with homeless vagrants and lots of poor retired people. I really did pick a hell of a place to open a store of any kind, but you know what? Right across the street a crew is building a huge Dollar General store that has to be costing many millions of $$. I see no way they’ll ever pull a profit out of that expense but I’m really hoping they know something I don’t. This area could be prosperous if it weren’t for the entrenched human blight.


November 18th, 2017

My new shop is proving to be a whole new exercise in patience, something I have loads of as long as humans aren’t involved. Ah, but they are, young ones, teenagers.

There’s a group of 5 of them who zip back and forth along the cement walkway in front of the string of shops that I’ve rented into, who go very fast, yelling and screaming every time they pass my open shop door. The other day I went out tried talking to them nicely to see if they might find it in their black little hearts to knock that crap off, and they spent the last half hour of that day focusing all their efforts directly in front of my shop.

I ignored them and waited to see if they’d come back the next day, which was yesterday, and they didn’t. But this morning, a Saturday with no school to render them somewhat harmless, there they were again. Only 3 of the 5 this time, so I went out and told them to leave or I’d call the sheriff. I heard one of them say “Fuck you” to me as he was leaving, but they did leave. About 10 minutes after my regular closing time today, here comes the fat one, the little pig on a scooter, going back and forth in front of my door.

I already had him pegged as the leader of these kids, and was pleased to see that none of them were with him. I knew he was doing this to see if I’d really call the sheriff, but what he didn’t realize was that I was overdue to close up the shop after finishing up with my last customer. So while he was outside being a jackass, I was busy cleaning out the register, picking up my thermos and jacket, and shutting off the lights.

Just as he was making another approach on his scooter, there I was outside the door, locking it. I didn’t even bother to look at him, I just got in my car and drove away and left him standing there like the little idiot he is. How mean of me to take all his fun away like that, huh?

That fat bastard is in bully training, looking for victims, and thinks that old people are good targets. He reminds me exactly of my neighbor Brian, the guy who kept threatening to kill me every time he got drunk enough. I never met a bully who wasn’t a coward and I never will.


November 11th, 2017

As long as we continue to stay alive, years continue to pass for us and our bodies grow old. Personally, I never considered the passage of time to have anything to do with my worth as a person because my mind continues to stay sharp, my health good and my general condition to be as good as many and better than most.

It’s obvious, now that I’m well into old age, that most people see me as a peripheral sort of presence, someone not to be taken into consideration too seriously. After all, old people don’t live very long, generally, they’re not up and coming, they’ve shot their wad, run their race, and are now on the back burner of life. And so forth. Old people just don’t matter much.

What was never obvious to me until this afternoon and evening is that even old people consider other old people to be unimportant and peripheral.

Two months ago I decided that it was true, that if we’re not busy living, we’re busy dying. I was focused on trying to make sure I had enough money to outlast me, and was being very careful of what I spent, when it came to me that what I was doing was being busy dying. So I decided to DO something, and after looking around at our little group of communities, I settled on opening an Art and Craft supply store, for the simple reason that there was none here.

Six weeks later, after strenuous and concentrated effort, the store was ready to open, and now, two weeks after opening, I was invited to and attended the local Art Association meeting. But before I get into that, I want to mention that almost everyone who’s come into my new shop expressed gladness, sometimes considerable gladness, that the valley finally had a well stocked art supply store.

Okay, so the meeting was to start at 4:30 this afternoon and I arrived about 5 minutes early, only to find everyone sitting in a circle and discussing the election of new club officers. I was totally ignored, even by the person who’d invited me there, and stood there like a tree stump until finally one of the people I knew got up, welcomed me to the meeting and introduced me as the owner of the new store.

These people all felt very important, being members of the Valley Art Association and all, and no doubt most of them see themselves as really good artists. The home where all this took place is a big, expensive house. There was quite a bit of artwork on the walls, and most of it was awkward and amateurish with some of it looking like Grandma Moses doing Paint By Numbers. I was sincerely unimpressed and that’s only fair, since most of them were doing their very best to express their sincere unimpression of me. Not one of them asked me if I did any sort of art or craft. Not one. Only a few of them out of about 20 people even spoke to me.

I went to this little soiree not knowing how it would go but not expecting much, which is a good thing. I did it because for my shop, it was the smart thing to do, politically. I of course handed over the money for a membership in this exercise in organized snobbery, and with any luck I’ll never attend another meeting unless there’s something in it for me, because every one of them is a phony.

I can see past age. I give equal respect to children and the aged, both are valid humans until they prove otherwise. Of course, I give the same respect to birds and squirrels as I do people and anything else exhibiting sentience. This doesn’t make me superior to those who don’t, it makes me luckier.

And now, I would like to quote Spiro Agnew, one of our former corrupt Vice Presidents, who so very aptly said THIS: “A spirit of national masochism prevails, encouraged by an effete core of impudent snobs who characterize themselves as intellectuals.” A truth that will prevail beyond time itself.


November 5th, 2017

If you attend an Islamic “church”, aka mosque, regardless of which sect you belong to, someone of another Islamic sect may decided to blow up your church and everyone in it. Or shoot everyone, or just go in with a bunch of guys with knives and stab and behead everyone.

If you attend a Christian church, aka temple, regardless of which sect you belong to, someone of another Christian sect may decide to go in and shoot everyone dead.

In Texas today, an Irishman did just that to the members of a Baptist church. I’ll assume the Irishman was a Catholic and out to rid the planet of those filthy apostates. Of course, he could also have been just another Left Winger with a bunch of guns who wants to convince the rest of us that guns are bad instead of insane assholes like himself. It is a major push of the Left to take away our guns, and has been long before Mickey Mouse began committing bestial acts with Pluto. Or was that just an ugly rumor? Anyway, they do, they hate the Second Amendment and want desperately to disarm us so we can’t fight back when they go to take over our country… in their dreams.

BUT TO ME the bottom line in all these church slaughters and mosque slaughters is that if you’re not superstitious and don’t subscribe to worshiping spirits and believing that dead people come back to life and stuff like that, then your odds of living a long life are not only considerably improved over the Devout, but you also save tons of money otherwise given out in tithes and paid for in travel costs. Oh yeah, and in hospital and funeral expenses.


October 31st, 2017

Building on my previous post about Chinese advances in Quantum computing, I looked ahead, into the future of this, and how quantum computing would ultimately be coupled with artificial intelligence, AI. Imagine a sentient computer that makes instant computations involving all possibilities. Now give it control of an entire planet. All the resources, all the energy sources, everything. Wouldn’t it make itself “more”? Bigger, more control, over it’s solar system, over it’s galaxy, over the entire Universe.

If it were benign, we would call it God.


October 23rd, 2017

The Chinese have surged ahead of the USA in Teleportation.
Yes. I said Teleportation. They already have a quantum satellite up and have established quantum communications between cities.

What QUANTUM really means, is quantum mathematics/electronics/mechanics/theory, and when the word is applied to communication and communication satellites, it means INSTANTANEOUS. With quantum communication, anything that happens in one place will happen at the same exact time in some other designated place. Quantum communications cannot be hacked by any known means.

The Chinese are also developing a quantum COMPUTER. Such a computer will be almost infinitely, and I use that word deliberately, faster than the fastest computer on the planet today. A quantum computer doesn’t examine possibilities one by one. It looks at all of them instantly, at the same time.

It is quantum computing that will enable one nation to conquer all the others, because that one nation that has quantum computing when the others don’t will be able to make exactly the right move every time with the least possible injury to itself, each time, and the greatest possible injury to the enemy. A quantum computer can hack every other computer on the planet almost instantly. Virtually all the military secrets of every nation would be instantly known.

So plainly, the nation that first has quantum computing will be the nation that rules the Earth. Period.

It’s not all bad. Quantum computers will at last give us anti-gravitational space flight and the ability to travel through wormholes from star system to star system. I think that actual stargates are possible, where we can travel instantly from planet to planet, anywhere we set up a transfer point, or “gate”.

I also think that humanity must eventually adhere to some form of communistic, ant-colony-like political/governmental structure similar to what the Chinese are evolving into, and that it’s most likely the Chinese who will become the ultimate victors.

Democracy is wonderful when a nation is undeveloped, as ours was, but when the population increases as dramatically as ours has and all the frontiers are long ago conquered, governments such as ours inevitably become corrupt. Pres. Trump is trying to reverse this corruption and take us back to a true democracy again, but I think it’s a losing battle. Most of humanity seems to be feeling the urge to merge into one governmental form, that’s why we have such a rise of Globalism. The feeling of change and a need for change is behind all the craziness, where we have parents claiming their little 5 year olds are having gender identity crises, and people getting themselves surgically mutilated to look like the opposite sex, or like snakes, or cats, or Barbie Dolls. Humanity is evolving and the Chinese presently are leading the way. See it for what it is.


October 19th, 2017

Now that the dust has settled on the Mandalay Bay Resort Casino massacre of 58 people, what hasn’t been told and what’s been kept from us is as revealing as if they’d gone ahead and told us the truth from the start, that this was a Muslim terror attack carried out by 3 shooters.

We know it was 3 shooters, the proof is undeniable, because nearly everyone there had an Iphone and there are multiple videos of gunfire flashes coming from the 3rd floor and one above that, besides the known attack from the 32nd floor.

This is being covered up as a terror attack for several good reasons, the first being to keep the American people from being afraid to attend future crowded venues, and the second is to keep the Muslims from gaining a single inch of advantage or publicity.

Meanwhile, as the blanket of secrecy continues to lay over it all, our government agencies involved in this investigation are combing the Earth for clues and information, and I’m betting that those behind it will end up either permanently disappearing or at the business end of a missile. Our people aren’t telling us anything because they don’t want to give away anything to the attackers. That’s SOP.