Our Calamity--Reverse it--Their Calamity

“All the secrets in the universe whisper in our ears.”—Seals & Crofts

Was life better in the mid 1800’s? It kind of seemed like you could just go out and build a house wherever you like and if it didn’t get surrounded by 400 pissed off Cherokee Nation Indians you were all right. But what if they moved their camp next door? Calamity.

America was never great. I can find no place in our history to point to and say, “See we were great then.” Can you? If there is a certain moment in our history where it appeared we were great it either gets canceled out by an act of God, hurricane, earthquake, flash flood, or it was planned by sinister forces for their future gain. It might have been great prior to the white man settling here. The native American Indians might have had it great. We don’t know because we don’t really care about them. We don’t care about the first slaves here either who were white skin children who were worked to death in tobacco fields. They were also killed if they didn’t attend church. I’m sure they would’ve said this place is HELL.

We are a Christian nation under one God and blessed. Prove it. I’ve tried. I failed. What I kept running into is calamity, after calamity and a Freemason lodge in every city. First the Freemason lodge was built then the church. As soon as I started researching this hoax we are all living in I discovered their signature all over it. They always leave it in cursive.

I have to admit I don’t know cursive writing anymore. Sad. I must re-learn it. I will send one of my Super Subscribers a letter in cursive. If I don’t quite have it down I’ll send another SS a letter. If I’m still not happy I’ll send another. I figure by the time I get to the last one I should have re-learned cursive writing and you’ll have some paper for your summer bonfire. I plan on having a few of those. Maybe tonight. A big bonfire in my driveway with some Allman brothers music blasting out of my garage stereo.

 In the old days when someone in our cul-de-sac would start a big bonfire in the middle of the street all would come out with a bottle and we’d have good clean Christian fellowship and get drunk. Now, nobody comes out. It’s still fun though so I still do it. I’ll invite my cheap drunk friend. She will come over. She leaves her cheap booze here too. I have her bottle of watermelon vodka with a $5.99 price tag. I also have her half drank bottle of Chardonnay with a $2.99 price tag on it. She has so many choices. Yesterday my wife said if anything ever happened to her she’d want me to marry her. I told my wife, I do like her cheapness.  

 Maybe that’s the process—the reason why we’re here. To experience calamity, cursive writing and cheap booze. Okay, fucking enough we are all experienced. Not yet. No more cheap booze.  We still have to finish the game—ALIVE, and we have a good hand and we’re sober.

What’s in their hand? What’s in their wallet? I’d bet it doesn’t beat a pair of 8’s and aces. They will have to cheat or sneak up behind us and kill us. They are attempting to do both. They’ve moved on from killing our chickens and are now killing our horses. Humans dropping dead can’t wake people up, but will dead racehorses? If you recall in the early days they went after our beloved dogs. They backed off real fast on that one. This war would be long over if they would have continued to push that and killed our dogs. And if they tried this in the mid 1800’s and killed horses, it would have ended real fast. They didn’t fuck around back then. A lesson for all of us.

A different time. We have to wade through a shit-load of killing technology possibilities. It all has to be factored in now. Are our kitchen appliances like the microwave that the ET’s gave us harming us? What about the radar tech they gave us? What about satellites beaming down God only knows what on us? What about lithium batteries under the driver seat? What about fucking toothpaste? Is it our calamity? Then we need to recognize it and reverse it. If we don’t I’ll meet you on the other side at the Dark Side of the Moon Saloon. It’s as simple as that.

No. I want whoever is fucking around with my wi-fi, high technology, at 3:37am to leave it alone. Thank you.