Yes, sadly it's true. The title is a take on Katy Perry's famous song, but the reality is that something happened to me that might help explain to black people why they face so much racism, even after having lived under a two-term half-black president.
In my previous article, I described how I caught a black thief red-handed, taking an iPhone (not mine, but one in my care) from inside my car and then running away with it. I couldn't chase him as I'm disabled in my right leg, but luckily he didn't get away with anything else. In this latest instance, which will inexorably work its way to an arrest thanks to technology (and assuming law enforcement does their job), a black guy who was hired by the contractor I employed to handle some rehab work on a Florida property took advantage of the trust and responsibility he was given, and sadly used it to dig through my things and steal an iPhone that was brand-new, still in the box it was received in, as well as an expensive tactical flashlight - which I noted and was about to deduct from the contracted price unless it was returned. The flashlight was returned (though the pocket clip had been removed; was it spite? Customizing his ill-gotten gain? I gave him the benefit of the doubt on that one, as he asked for a flashlight to investigate the air ducts).
Was I expected to watch over his every move, as he operated a rug-cleaning machine throughout the house? That would have been racist to be that distrustful, no? We even talked a bit, he was animated about the subject of Jay Z's "Rockefella records" and his take on the illuminati, and how the music industry blackmails artists like Michael Jackson before they make stars of them, and I actually felt like we had developed a rapport of sorts, though I had to restrain myself from talking too much and instead let him get on with doing the job his boss had assigned him to do. But instead of doing a good job at it, he abused that trust and committed a felony theft that he will choke on for the rest of his life, since an opportunity was given to him to return it unscathed and in the same condition as he took it. Instead of thinking carefully about the situation, and how he was hurting his black brothers by proving the stereotype to be alive and well, he has elected to play gangsta - and threatened the co-worker with death if he helped authorities track him down. The situation is still fluid and may change, but it's doubtful. Once a thief - who to all the world can be charming on the outside - feels they can get over on you, the only thing that will finally change their attitude is usually the heavy hand of either law enforcement or vigilante action, and though I'm tempted, I know full well the latter course of action would backfire.
This, my friends, is where white racism is born. It's often said that a conservative is a white liberal that's been mugged personally, and while I was indeed mugged by a black guy many years ago (I fled before he could fire his gun at me), I didn't allow it to turn me racist. The guitarist I worked with in my band Mindshaft is black, and for some reason that fact never intruded on either our friendship or personal relationship. He was simply a person who happened to be black, and the vast majority of black people I'm sure are of a similar demeanor - treat them like anyone else, and they respond in kind. But now, if and when confronted by a black guy who isn't dressed professionally and able to speak in 'commercial English', I won't be able to trust him around my things, and it is this kind of reactive impulse that is at the root of why white cops are much more likely to be suspicious of black people - there's simply too much history of black thieves and hoods, reinforced by 'gangsta' culture today, which seems to give succor to black guys who think the world owes them more than what they can honestly earn like any other person of any other race. I spoke briefly with a friend on the phone about it today and he suggests that the origin of much of the problem lies with the proclivities of poor black girls to allow themselves to get pregnant so that the well-meaning monthly welfare checks that add up can provide for them while the kids that result are scattered around like 'toys', or a collection of pets and pests. This would be the cultural cradle for such behavior, with the resulting progeny left to raise themselves - without a father, either, in most cases. This may sound like that grossly over-rated right-wing caricature of the "welfare queen", but unfortunately the evidence even in this decade seems to bear this out to some degree. Enough to reinforce those kind of ugly 'jokes' at the above-mentioned website. Can someone please show me evidence to the contrary? That what I'm going through is an aberration? Because it came from somewhere, and in all this talk about "black lives matter" [doesn't ZetaTalk describe how George Soros - among other elitists - is fomenting this racially polarizing 'movement' in order to justify having the president use the military to protect their property after making the Announcement about Nibiru? If so, shouldn't Soros himself face the same kind of stern justice that he seems to be stirring the pot for, regarding prosecuting white police officers who shoot to kill in an altercation? It seems Soros - if this is true, and it's very plausible - wants to create such a racially polarized population that the rational 'mainstream' is suffocated into silence, bullied into siding either with black racists on the fringes of the Black Lives Matter Soros-funded movement, or white racists on the fringes of the Fox News spectrum.]
Now, I have to wait until I can return to Florida, file the official police report with the detective responsible for the jurisdiction where the crime occurred, after which they can act on the information provided by the thief's movements as determined by the iPhone's activation - which occurred the day after the thief stole it, with me being unaware at the time (am I supposed to assume something might be taken, and go through all my things in every box exposed to this black hired hand? Again, that would be 'racist' and now I'll have to do that, if I ever let another black guy in my house; it's the way we humans have of protecting ourselves against threats). So sad and yet so true. I had hoped it would never come to this, but apparently it has.
Nonetheless, I know that this is a test of my humanity, to learn whether I can overcome this without giving into a racist tendency at every opportunity. In fact, since learning of the theft (it was a week after it occurred that it came to light, when I delivered the box to its rightful owner), I have seethed with a racist rage, fantasizing about taking a double-barreled shotgun to this would-be gangsta's head and blowing the evil ass away....and enjoying doing it. However, the evil won't be cured simply by amping up the violence of revenge; what needs to happen is the evil must be apprehended and examined in close-up scrutiny: why oh why do these stereotypes prove so true, and what can be done about it? Can the evil in this sad black 'gangsta' kid be drawn out enough so that he can take responsibility for the evil betrayal of his black brothers by his actions, and move on to make amends and be treated with dignity as a decent human being? People of any color know the difference between right and wrong, and no matter how many culturally-mitigating memes you throw at it, that's what the problem comes down to - and why we have ongoing white racism as well as black racism. Perhaps this was a form of black racism, directed at me. Like the 'disgruntled TV news anchor' who murdered a female colleague and cameraman in cold blood today....irony, or just coincidence? I'm disturbed by the idea I could now be feeling less sympathy for Trayvon Martin and more empathy for George Zimmerman, and I don't like it.
That's my challenge, and in the weeks ahead (and it WILL take some time to go through the process of closing in on this thief.....the wheels of justice grind exceedingly slow but exceedingly fine) I intend to recover the stolen property and make sure that the evil is reflected back to this 'gangsta' just what he's done to reinforce racism, and how he can express genuine remorse, make amends, and shun the gangsta justifications he's used for his thievery. I have little hope but it has to be done; living by the Golden Rule, he was given a chance to do this without pressing charges, but his reaction was to lash out and threaten murder, so now he's facing a felony theft charge, among other charges. Yet outside of his thievery, he's just a happy-go-lucky friendly fellow and would be portrayed as such if he winds up dead.....but evil is banal, and rarely stops to think of how such simple violations as he made incite hateful rage that goes on to judge all like him as similarly evil.
I paused for a moment and thought about how many travails Job had to endure, and in this effort to help another, coming down the East Coast, I have had to endure first one thief who saw "precious" and stole, then a blow-out on the highway costing hundreds in repairs, then the stark fact that prescription drugs [painkillers, specifically] are so tightly controlled by the gov't that it required expensive monthly commutes back north, then another roadside emergency resulting in the loss of my car (thankfully replaced by one far nicer, but which is still in the process of being earned), then having that car smashed into by an unwitting neighbor (thankfully his insurance is covering it), then having yet another "precious" stolen by yet another young black male thief (thus cementing the probability of a definite racist streak in me that I'll have to struggle to control), which necessitates a long legal process with law enforcement, and oh did I mention how the first moving company I contracted tried to abrogate the contract and thus lost the contract, but has kept my deposit which I now have to use the legal process to recover......these are the types of crises the "elite" need to learn from while still trying to maintain their humanity, which is ironic because I still consider myself a member of the 99%. Are these 1% lessons I need to learn in order to help the elitist bastards deal with the changed reality coming in the wake of the Announcement? Whatever they are, I'm darn certain I'm being tested in many ways this summer.
Ponder that. What would you do, how would you feel? I'm interested to hear what you have to say, just don't try to justify the thievery - plenty of black AND white people can be in the same position and not abuse the trust placed in them, taking advantage of this trust to violate the person who gave them a paying job. Culture does play a role, but when it comes down to it, everyone is responsible for their actions, and if they elect to not use the Golden Rule but instead selfishly exploit another, they're no better than rich white bankster gangsters and should be prosecuted in such a way as to eliminate the evil, not exacerbate it.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Friday, August 21, 2015
The Ongoing 2015 Summer of Spiritual Schooling: The Depmobile, Batmobile & A Possible Double Murder
This entire summer, which I expected to spend mostly watching and commenting on Jade Helm 15, has rocketed by since the week preceding Memorial Day with such a sense of urgency that it seems it only began a few days ago. I haven't had time rush by so quickly, pulled along by events seemingly planned from elsewhere, in.....decades. It began with an ever-expanding set of parables set to the old "Fortunately, but unfortunately" story; fortunately I got a call from the big city, a relative had passed away, and I needed transportation to Florida. Fortunately I had rented a car before and could rent again, and confident I could do the same in the big city as I did in the small town, I left early for the city so I could spend time visiting with friends. Unfortunately the car rental company in the big city played by a different set of rules, and so I was turned away. Fortunately I still had my nice 2000 Taurus, though the corrosion underneath was dangerous and in fact was the reason I wasn't planning on using it. So my friend, attempting to be helpful, used his nice new gleaming air compressor to helpfully add air to my tires, despite my objections that it wasn't needed. Not knowing the consequences, I allowed him to finish his helpfulness and continued packing. When it came time to go, he produced an iPhone that had belonged to a former tenant, one who had stiffed him for thousands of dollars. He hadn't even a charger, and had no idea what it would take, but wanted to get something for his loss. I didn't have time to charge and leave it, but he saw that if I took it with me, I could charge it on my way south to Florida.
Finally on our way south, we stop for the night after massive traffic snarls, and I take the luggage in. Most of it, that is. I left some key items in the car, including my medications and electronic accessories, which I then came back out for about 15 minutes later, after using the facilities. Being parked in the very front of the [popular, mega-corporate chain] motel, under a street light, one would have thought a car would be safe from thieves, especially when it was also being surveilled by CCTV. Had I returned to the car 10 seconds later, the look-out would have been able to alert the burglar and they would have absconded with everything in the car that wasn't in the trunk. Apparently this thief had used a 'slim jim' and had a long plastic garbage-can liner he was getting ready to stuff things into, and in fact as I called out "hey! that's my car! What the *)($%^$#* are you doing?!?" but being disabled and using a cane, I couldn't run like I used to in my prime, other-wise I would've shot at least one and possibly two unarmed black men that night and wouldn't have felt the slightest bit of remorse doing it. This, too, is part of a reality that isn't allowed to be part of the current "Black Lives Matter" movement. In fact, the issue of black lives being needlessly snuffed out often overshadows sometimes how it is that people like George Zimmerman aren't all that removed from mainstream American mindsets. While we could argue cultural factors that have helped create the situation, the reality is stark and simple: young black males are much more likely, and therefore much more suspiciously regarded, as being responsible for a lot of selfish behavior. Any genuine effort at making police less likely to shoot unarmed black men to death must include an acknowledgement and a fresher policy towards handling this touchy race issue.
The police officer that responded to my call about the break-in turned out not to be a fascist ass, but a genuinely good-hearted detective that, upon first introducing himself to me, apologized to me on behalf of his fair city and what this impression might do to tarnish its good reputation. He was hispanic, also. And although I was hesitant at first to call the thief "African-american", I said "dark-complected". Which they were. But that would include hispanics, so I gave my best assessment that they were indeed light-skinned african-americans, a/k/a 'black males', armed with a slim jim and garbage bags.
As it turned out, the iPhone that had been given to me to 'resusitate' for sale to help recompense the stiffed landlord, was in turn taken from me and this was likely to put the negative energy from this 'seized' (i.e. official theft of a sort) device into the hands of a genuine juvenile delinquent, who - if found with it - will have to face more major consequences than if it was merely a standard electronic 'toy'.
While the thief had fled with my cable hub and attached cables (to 'connect' me to power and the internet), he dropped them on the parking lot and there they sat as I waited for Officer Israel X. The hotel forgave us our $100 tab for the room that night. These matters, and how struck I was by my timing in arriving on the scene at the very moment it happened, make me pause to reflect.
The next day a rear tire, fairly new, too, blew out....due to the over-pumping of air. How a nice gesture from a friend, attempting to help, could result in such a thing.....well, fortunately, I had just upgraded my AAA roadside assistance, so I got a free tow back to town. And fortunately I arrived just as they were about to close the shop to new customers that day.Unfortunately, they couldn't put my car on the lift because of the rust and corrosion underneath. Fortunately, one older mechanic figured a way to use a set of jacks like acupuncture needles, and I was able to have them replace both rear tires. We finally escaped just as they were locking up.
As a result of having lost that time having to deal with the accident, our reservation at the motel we had reserved to stay at for the coming week while we settled the affairs of the deceased was jeopardized because we had a cut-off point of 3am the following day, after which we would lose our week's reservation.
We arrived at our destination with less than five minutes to go before we would have been locked out.
The entire summer has been like this.
The next critical moment came a few days later. Being that we were going to have to stay "a bit longer" to handle things, I had to go to a local clinic for my [strictly controlled] pain medication. Unfortunately, fter leaving the clinic, less than a block away my car died. The one with the two new rear tires. Fortunately it had enough momentum I was able to let it coast into an empty parking lot. I called AAA, and again they rode to our rescue. Unfortunately, they couldn't revive it on-site so it had to be towed to where we were staying. Fortunately, we had spent the previous day securing the title to a luxury Mercedes Benz. "Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz", and He did! Not one, but two! One for each of us! But only one for this visit; the title to the other was tied up in a forgotten lien, which is one of the next tests. But when this occurred and the Taurus died, after it was towed the next day to a proper garage, they pronounced the fuel-pump dead and needed to be replaced. Unfortunately, to do that in a Taurus, the gas tank has to be dropped, and the rust and corrosion would prevent that, sadly. The car was officially certified as being unredeemable, and I was given a paltry sum, which they increased by a factor of one tenth in consideration of two brand-new tires.
The Mercedes (it's now mine, though it had to go through more of a chase), is an awesome German-built machine, and while it's okay for we members of the 99% to delight in the ability to have such a fine car at our personal disposal, it should be noted that my ongoing Spiritual Tests have shown me how important it is to remind myself that these machines too are destined for destruction in the near future, but to care for them reverently while they're in our possession, just as we have to care for anything in our possession (my greatest tests have come from the tragedy of having lost the one thing most precious to us - a child).
The entire issue of dealing with pain has set my entire schedule for this summer, and necessitates my attending a monthly appointment that simply can't be transferred to a doctor in another state or even another clinic - period. I am now on my third trip down to this state, with at least one more left to go, and to do this while also preparing for the likelihood that the entire peninsula will go under the waves soon has been testing my equanimity.
I won't go into the process of securing movers for the operation to relocate the contents of this property, but suffice to say it was illustrative, as well as giving me the opportunity to sort through a range of personalities, and learning then that the outfit we originally settled on was bamboozling us. Despite that, we did meet at least one good-hearted and honest individual as a result of having made that choice, and that led to further business relationships.
I even found time to go visit one of the Walmart Super-Centers - the one in Florida - that was closed in order to be converted to a processing center for the expected crush of fleeing refugees from the sinking of the Carribean islands. I'll post some of the images; it's rather ghostly, but we're all so inured to these things now that - unless it bleeds - it won't resonate with any kind of panic. So relax, but at the same time, know that the public hasn't been told the full truth about these matters. Not yet, anyway. I'll address the matter of the upcoming Announcement announcing the presence of Nibiru nearby in another post, but meanwhile, this is simply a story about typical summer adventures, and what would such a story be if there wasn't a car chase or murder?
Well, the new Depmobile got a rude reminder of just who fleeting these materialist matters really are when it was backed into by a neighbor, who proved his honesty by coming over with his insurance card at hand while I was engrossed with some workmen. Yes, I was shocked and felt a body blow at how my 'beautiful new car' had been hurt, but after spending an evening in torpor over the whole thing, I weighed what lessons I should be taking from the event, and the next day dropped it off for repair and was taken to the rental car agency to be processed for a replacement vehicle.
As it turns out, most insurance car replacements are the most inexpensive cars a branch has, and this is what I was initially destine for until a cutie-pie female customer overheard what had happened and asked the manager on my behalf if they had a vehicle "commensurate with a Mercedes, if not a Mercedes". The manager did say the had brand-new Mustang convertible, and while it wasn't quite "German engineering", it was "commensurate". It then took everyone on their staff, along with myself, to arrange for me to leave in that car. The spontaneous teamwork that erupted on my behalf was impressive to see in action, and I marveled at it while not feeling arrogant about it.
So; no car chase (unfortunately for the tale), but some banged-up vehicles in play. It seems my Ruby Roadster, James Bond edition was to (temporarily) give way to the Batmobile, which now takes me to sensitive installations where I can view military preparations for what might turn out to be impending martial law, if we can't handle ourselves appropriately in the face of hearing the Announcement to be made by Tres Hombre Presidentes Plus Pope next month (or at some point in the remaining year of Obama's second presidential term.....with Mr Obama being the last occupant of the Offal Office). If there is anything I will contribute to the public's awareness, it's to let them know that we truly do have nothing to fear but fear it's self.
And finally....the double homicide that apparently took place last night on my block, just a few doors down on the other side of the street.
Now, the sheriff's dept. could "neither confirm nor deny that any bodies were transported from the subdivision", nor could it even admit there even WAS an incident in my entire neighborhood, whatsoever! Yet here I watched, from inside the house, as two heavy-duty diesel MRAP-style refrigerated ambulances pulled up and let their engines idle for over an hour as first one gurney was wheeled into one ambulance - with a sheet drawn completely over the body - and another gurney had someone on it being attended to by a gaggle of dark-suited medical and law enforcement personnel. None of the police vehicles nor ambulances had any of their colored lights on - it was after 10pm - and the only noise that alerted me to the fact was the two diesel motors that sounded suspiciously like the huge moving vans I had just dealt with.
So WHAT HAPPENED you might well ask, and rightly so! It's what I did when I first started calliing law enforcement organs, only to be told "don't worry, we've got the public's safety covered", but without telling me anything. Here's a clue: it has to do with what's breaking out all over Earth, what will divide people not by nationalism, not even by amount of wealth, not by religion, or language, or ethnicity; it will be between those who are good-hearted (who practice the Golden Rule), and those who exploit others. And this was a case of exploitation; apparently a paedophile had nowhere else to go and came to stay with his elderly (early 90s) parents, one of whom called a neighbor and expressed fear for their lives as the paedophile son had threatened them with death unless they backed up his claim that he was living with them to be a caregiver and help them. Social services were called, months ago, and an interview took place, which took a rather long time, but apparently didn't prevent what ultimately happened. The sex offender had molested two 14-year-old boys in 1993, and then fled, but the victims and their families didn't seem inclined to press charges so the state didn't pursue extradition. Thus, by the time other offenses had brought the individual to the attention of local law enforcement - since he had returned to this town where his aging parents could support him - the statute of limitations had run out on the sex offenses.
Now, law enforcement won't admit to what happened, and since there are no other family members to do anything about it, the public will likely never be told the full story. What can we make of this? One thing we can be sure of: if and when cataclysms result in massive numbers of the dead, they'll be placed in those 3-person plastic 'coffin liners' that can contain the dead flesh-suits and prevent as much contamination of the water table and airborne diseases, and that this will be accepted as nonchalantly as this neighborhood I'm temporily calling home while I tool up and down the East Coast in sports cars has accepted this unique and possible double-murder in their midst.
The following pictures are snapshots of the shuttered Walmart Super-Center in Brandon, Florida, where it's anticipated many refugees from the Carribean will be processed for placement in sparsely-populated rural areas of the US. This is the American contribution to assisting our fellow humans that will be displaced by the earth cataclysms as the pending poleshift approaches. For any complaining of this, consider this: India, along with most of its billion-plus population, is expected to vanish in a matter of mere minutes under the Himalayas as Earth turns over on its axis, completely changing the face of the globe - just as has happened in the past, roughly every 3,657 years.
This Walmart has its now-empty parking lots patrolled by police cruisers lurking and moving slowly around the vast expanses of asphalt. Two tractor-trailers guard the center approach to the front entrance, parked off the actual asphalt and instead, they sit on the earth islands demarcating the parking lot. What appears to be barbed wire, or concertina wire, rings the sidewalks running from the two main entrances.
Finally on our way south, we stop for the night after massive traffic snarls, and I take the luggage in. Most of it, that is. I left some key items in the car, including my medications and electronic accessories, which I then came back out for about 15 minutes later, after using the facilities. Being parked in the very front of the [popular, mega-corporate chain] motel, under a street light, one would have thought a car would be safe from thieves, especially when it was also being surveilled by CCTV. Had I returned to the car 10 seconds later, the look-out would have been able to alert the burglar and they would have absconded with everything in the car that wasn't in the trunk. Apparently this thief had used a 'slim jim' and had a long plastic garbage-can liner he was getting ready to stuff things into, and in fact as I called out "hey! that's my car! What the *)($%^$#* are you doing?!?" but being disabled and using a cane, I couldn't run like I used to in my prime, other-wise I would've shot at least one and possibly two unarmed black men that night and wouldn't have felt the slightest bit of remorse doing it. This, too, is part of a reality that isn't allowed to be part of the current "Black Lives Matter" movement. In fact, the issue of black lives being needlessly snuffed out often overshadows sometimes how it is that people like George Zimmerman aren't all that removed from mainstream American mindsets. While we could argue cultural factors that have helped create the situation, the reality is stark and simple: young black males are much more likely, and therefore much more suspiciously regarded, as being responsible for a lot of selfish behavior. Any genuine effort at making police less likely to shoot unarmed black men to death must include an acknowledgement and a fresher policy towards handling this touchy race issue.
The police officer that responded to my call about the break-in turned out not to be a fascist ass, but a genuinely good-hearted detective that, upon first introducing himself to me, apologized to me on behalf of his fair city and what this impression might do to tarnish its good reputation. He was hispanic, also. And although I was hesitant at first to call the thief "African-american", I said "dark-complected". Which they were. But that would include hispanics, so I gave my best assessment that they were indeed light-skinned african-americans, a/k/a 'black males', armed with a slim jim and garbage bags.
As it turned out, the iPhone that had been given to me to 'resusitate' for sale to help recompense the stiffed landlord, was in turn taken from me and this was likely to put the negative energy from this 'seized' (i.e. official theft of a sort) device into the hands of a genuine juvenile delinquent, who - if found with it - will have to face more major consequences than if it was merely a standard electronic 'toy'.
While the thief had fled with my cable hub and attached cables (to 'connect' me to power and the internet), he dropped them on the parking lot and there they sat as I waited for Officer Israel X. The hotel forgave us our $100 tab for the room that night. These matters, and how struck I was by my timing in arriving on the scene at the very moment it happened, make me pause to reflect.
The next day a rear tire, fairly new, too, blew out....due to the over-pumping of air. How a nice gesture from a friend, attempting to help, could result in such a thing.....well, fortunately, I had just upgraded my AAA roadside assistance, so I got a free tow back to town. And fortunately I arrived just as they were about to close the shop to new customers that day.Unfortunately, they couldn't put my car on the lift because of the rust and corrosion underneath. Fortunately, one older mechanic figured a way to use a set of jacks like acupuncture needles, and I was able to have them replace both rear tires. We finally escaped just as they were locking up.
As a result of having lost that time having to deal with the accident, our reservation at the motel we had reserved to stay at for the coming week while we settled the affairs of the deceased was jeopardized because we had a cut-off point of 3am the following day, after which we would lose our week's reservation.
We arrived at our destination with less than five minutes to go before we would have been locked out.
The entire summer has been like this.
The next critical moment came a few days later. Being that we were going to have to stay "a bit longer" to handle things, I had to go to a local clinic for my [strictly controlled] pain medication. Unfortunately, fter leaving the clinic, less than a block away my car died. The one with the two new rear tires. Fortunately it had enough momentum I was able to let it coast into an empty parking lot. I called AAA, and again they rode to our rescue. Unfortunately, they couldn't revive it on-site so it had to be towed to where we were staying. Fortunately, we had spent the previous day securing the title to a luxury Mercedes Benz. "Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz", and He did! Not one, but two! One for each of us! But only one for this visit; the title to the other was tied up in a forgotten lien, which is one of the next tests. But when this occurred and the Taurus died, after it was towed the next day to a proper garage, they pronounced the fuel-pump dead and needed to be replaced. Unfortunately, to do that in a Taurus, the gas tank has to be dropped, and the rust and corrosion would prevent that, sadly. The car was officially certified as being unredeemable, and I was given a paltry sum, which they increased by a factor of one tenth in consideration of two brand-new tires.
The Mercedes (it's now mine, though it had to go through more of a chase), is an awesome German-built machine, and while it's okay for we members of the 99% to delight in the ability to have such a fine car at our personal disposal, it should be noted that my ongoing Spiritual Tests have shown me how important it is to remind myself that these machines too are destined for destruction in the near future, but to care for them reverently while they're in our possession, just as we have to care for anything in our possession (my greatest tests have come from the tragedy of having lost the one thing most precious to us - a child).
The entire issue of dealing with pain has set my entire schedule for this summer, and necessitates my attending a monthly appointment that simply can't be transferred to a doctor in another state or even another clinic - period. I am now on my third trip down to this state, with at least one more left to go, and to do this while also preparing for the likelihood that the entire peninsula will go under the waves soon has been testing my equanimity.
I won't go into the process of securing movers for the operation to relocate the contents of this property, but suffice to say it was illustrative, as well as giving me the opportunity to sort through a range of personalities, and learning then that the outfit we originally settled on was bamboozling us. Despite that, we did meet at least one good-hearted and honest individual as a result of having made that choice, and that led to further business relationships.
I even found time to go visit one of the Walmart Super-Centers - the one in Florida - that was closed in order to be converted to a processing center for the expected crush of fleeing refugees from the sinking of the Carribean islands. I'll post some of the images; it's rather ghostly, but we're all so inured to these things now that - unless it bleeds - it won't resonate with any kind of panic. So relax, but at the same time, know that the public hasn't been told the full truth about these matters. Not yet, anyway. I'll address the matter of the upcoming Announcement announcing the presence of Nibiru nearby in another post, but meanwhile, this is simply a story about typical summer adventures, and what would such a story be if there wasn't a car chase or murder?
Well, the new Depmobile got a rude reminder of just who fleeting these materialist matters really are when it was backed into by a neighbor, who proved his honesty by coming over with his insurance card at hand while I was engrossed with some workmen. Yes, I was shocked and felt a body blow at how my 'beautiful new car' had been hurt, but after spending an evening in torpor over the whole thing, I weighed what lessons I should be taking from the event, and the next day dropped it off for repair and was taken to the rental car agency to be processed for a replacement vehicle.
As it turns out, most insurance car replacements are the most inexpensive cars a branch has, and this is what I was initially destine for until a cutie-pie female customer overheard what had happened and asked the manager on my behalf if they had a vehicle "commensurate with a Mercedes, if not a Mercedes". The manager did say the had brand-new Mustang convertible, and while it wasn't quite "German engineering", it was "commensurate". It then took everyone on their staff, along with myself, to arrange for me to leave in that car. The spontaneous teamwork that erupted on my behalf was impressive to see in action, and I marveled at it while not feeling arrogant about it.
So; no car chase (unfortunately for the tale), but some banged-up vehicles in play. It seems my Ruby Roadster, James Bond edition was to (temporarily) give way to the Batmobile, which now takes me to sensitive installations where I can view military preparations for what might turn out to be impending martial law, if we can't handle ourselves appropriately in the face of hearing the Announcement to be made by Tres Hombre Presidentes Plus Pope next month (or at some point in the remaining year of Obama's second presidential term.....with Mr Obama being the last occupant of the Offal Office). If there is anything I will contribute to the public's awareness, it's to let them know that we truly do have nothing to fear but fear it's self.
And finally....the double homicide that apparently took place last night on my block, just a few doors down on the other side of the street.
Now, the sheriff's dept. could "neither confirm nor deny that any bodies were transported from the subdivision", nor could it even admit there even WAS an incident in my entire neighborhood, whatsoever! Yet here I watched, from inside the house, as two heavy-duty diesel MRAP-style refrigerated ambulances pulled up and let their engines idle for over an hour as first one gurney was wheeled into one ambulance - with a sheet drawn completely over the body - and another gurney had someone on it being attended to by a gaggle of dark-suited medical and law enforcement personnel. None of the police vehicles nor ambulances had any of their colored lights on - it was after 10pm - and the only noise that alerted me to the fact was the two diesel motors that sounded suspiciously like the huge moving vans I had just dealt with.
So WHAT HAPPENED you might well ask, and rightly so! It's what I did when I first started calliing law enforcement organs, only to be told "don't worry, we've got the public's safety covered", but without telling me anything. Here's a clue: it has to do with what's breaking out all over Earth, what will divide people not by nationalism, not even by amount of wealth, not by religion, or language, or ethnicity; it will be between those who are good-hearted (who practice the Golden Rule), and those who exploit others. And this was a case of exploitation; apparently a paedophile had nowhere else to go and came to stay with his elderly (early 90s) parents, one of whom called a neighbor and expressed fear for their lives as the paedophile son had threatened them with death unless they backed up his claim that he was living with them to be a caregiver and help them. Social services were called, months ago, and an interview took place, which took a rather long time, but apparently didn't prevent what ultimately happened. The sex offender had molested two 14-year-old boys in 1993, and then fled, but the victims and their families didn't seem inclined to press charges so the state didn't pursue extradition. Thus, by the time other offenses had brought the individual to the attention of local law enforcement - since he had returned to this town where his aging parents could support him - the statute of limitations had run out on the sex offenses.
Now, law enforcement won't admit to what happened, and since there are no other family members to do anything about it, the public will likely never be told the full story. What can we make of this? One thing we can be sure of: if and when cataclysms result in massive numbers of the dead, they'll be placed in those 3-person plastic 'coffin liners' that can contain the dead flesh-suits and prevent as much contamination of the water table and airborne diseases, and that this will be accepted as nonchalantly as this neighborhood I'm temporily calling home while I tool up and down the East Coast in sports cars has accepted this unique and possible double-murder in their midst.
And a slightly-fascist looking Batmobile for my temporary use in hunting down selfish Cover-up artists and the liars and frauds they work for::
The following pictures are snapshots of the shuttered Walmart Super-Center in Brandon, Florida, where it's anticipated many refugees from the Carribean will be processed for placement in sparsely-populated rural areas of the US. This is the American contribution to assisting our fellow humans that will be displaced by the earth cataclysms as the pending poleshift approaches. For any complaining of this, consider this: India, along with most of its billion-plus population, is expected to vanish in a matter of mere minutes under the Himalayas as Earth turns over on its axis, completely changing the face of the globe - just as has happened in the past, roughly every 3,657 years.
This Walmart has its now-empty parking lots patrolled by police cruisers lurking and moving slowly around the vast expanses of asphalt. Two tractor-trailers guard the center approach to the front entrance, parked off the actual asphalt and instead, they sit on the earth islands demarcating the parking lot. What appears to be barbed wire, or concertina wire, rings the sidewalks running from the two main entrances.
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