Saturday, August 23, 2014

The Dirt, Pre-dug ("Interruption Of Service" Posts Nutshelled and Replaced)

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Hey Kids.  Yeah, it's me again.  Hey, look.  A lot of you probably remember the "Interruption of Service" posts I put up a while ago, detailing every second of my sordid torrid life, from inception till 5 mins. ago?  Well, as you might imagine it sort of just had to come down.  It was just too much for people!  For one, as trained Sheeple, you're just not ready for that much truth out of any one human being, and I can get that.  For two, who wants to read 11 posts about my crappy life...it's just not fair to you!!  S'ok, though, because this is gonna be SO much better...as well as so much more condensed!

As the lot of you already know (if not, or if you new 'round these har pahts, please see "A Solemn Moment - The Death of the Dishonest Politician", "Day #23 - War", and "Political Views and How They Just Suck"), I plan to run for the office of The President in 2020, regardless of the cat calls about how nuts I am; or how there's just no way I'm gonna win.  Make no mistake, I will run, and I will win, with the majority of America at my back, regardless of race, color, creed, origin, sex or religion...you hear me?

You also already know, that I have plans to have everything out there for everyone to see before it comes to anyone trying to dig anything up on me from my past, at least those things that matter.  Whereas I used to have it all out there as it was, no one was ready for that kind of honesty and that kind of detail.  So instead of those, well, you have THIS POST.  This one though, is gonna go a little bit more on an unusual path.

I'm going to answer questions that might come up, and with it, all reference needed.  The difference will be a "Why" (when needed), and a "How it's going to help qualify my leadership ability" line as well.

So, whaddya say we get started, hmm??

Born - 1960, Age 53
How does this qualify me to lead (heretofore referred to as HDTQMTL)?  I've watched us mess up over 5 decades of our existence as a nation, and experienced a lot of the fallout firsthand.  What else could a country ask for?

Ages 0-8:  Born into a family of 4 (One mother, father, and brother), parents divorced at the age of 4, moved from the jungles of L.A. to Ida Grove Iowa, then Cherokee, IA.  Was in both private and public schools during this time, and the private ones still had corporal punishment for students, and had religion as their base.  Father disappeared out of my life at 7.
HDTQMTL?  Urban experience, divorce and broken family experience (therefore am aware of why it's important for us to bring back and restore whole families quickly), knows our broken school systems.

Ages 8-15:  Attended both public and private Christian schools, have been through 3 foster care families, was involved in agriculture for 3 years, and the Christian religion for 4, from the perspective of a minister's child.
HDTQMTL?  The agricultural experience, for sure, and this helped shape me morally as well as diversely.

Ages 16-21:  Dropped outta school and took on two jobs and my own apartment.  At 18, I got in trouble and joined the Army to get away.  I got to see over 20 countries and experience their cultures.  I tried 2 drugs during this time, pot (which I immediately gave up after I dropped out of school), and acid (sure, I tried drugs...I was a child of the 70's, and kind of a messed up kid, so of course I tried 'em, but nothing stuck for a very long time)
HDTQMTL?  The military service, of course...and the experience with more advanced European cultures.  As to the pot, my best friend's brother was the biggest pot dealer in our school, and we must have smoked every brand breed and strain of every pot there was.  By the time I got outta high school, I was so tired of it I never smoked it again.  As for the acid, I was a turtle in high school, I couldn't talk to anybody, especially girls.  Every trip I took I was the person I wanted to be, and I took pieces of that with me every time I came out of it...and now, I'm ME!!  Mr. Social!  A good thing for America, I'd have to say.

22-30:  Went  to jail twice...for one day each, and both for misdemeanors, one for possession (the acid thing, long story), and once for prostitution (in this state, if you're the prostitute and you come on to a John who's a cop, you're guilty of solicitation.  If you're the john, and you come on to a female cop, it's prostitution...go figure).  That was a long-time prank gone bad, another long story.  Had a child with a woman who wanted nothing more to do with me, and she fooled me into signing away the rights to Nicholas, who would be my eldest, as well as the one to provide me with a first grandchild.  Would learn about major scam artists and my affinity to business all in the same two years, as well as get offered, then subsequently denied a position with  Drake University, spoiling me for going to college for a very long period of time to come.
HDTQMTL?  Qualifies me as a NOT PERFECT person...a real human being.  A man of the people, from the war trenches, just like the rest of us, as well as primed me for being "The Un-Politician".  Brought out my people skills on a much higher level.

31-42:  Married for the first time to a maniacal woman who wouldn't let me be.  After I proved to her that marrying me wouldn't work any better than the relationship, she raped me for son #2, just to pay me back for spoiling her dreams of me being the perfect man for her to spend the remainder of her days with.  Moved around a lot during this period, including the deep south, where I spent time going through my first hurricane, and learned a lot of new skills as well as improved the ones I had.  Wanted to marry for real during this time, and found out that the woman I wanted wasn't the kind to settle down.  I had sons #2 and #3 during this time as well, but never got to spend any time with any of them.
HDTQMTL?  Got to know a lot about family, friends and life in other areas of our country.  Business relationships were made and improved, and I began to learn that life and all involved wasn't all peaches and cream like I had formerly thought it was.

43-50:  Went to jail 2 more times during this period, once for shoplifting and once for non-payment of child support for child #2.  I began fighting the system and fought for my life more than once.  I married for time #2 to my current wife.  We had a son, but she wasn't ready for kids at the time, and she chose to put him up for adoption.
HDTQMTL?  It really doesn't...however this period of time did a lot to shape me for what I am now.

51-53:  You know the story.  It's the one I've been explaining in great deal for the last 6 months.  Attended law school in the para-legal program...not to become a paralegal, however, but to run for office.
HDTQMTL?  All you really need do is read.  I'm done with all those negative forces in my life, the friends circle has narrowed itself down to a very select few, and my wont to continue being an American was in serious jeopardy.  Law school was never to play ball and learn a new trade in order to make money, it was only about fixing the way the law is, and so I wouldn't make the same mistakes that all former (and championed) politically corrupt Presidents have made in the past.  It was to understand how many holes our law has of late, as well as how to make it more accessible to us, the people.

And there ya have it.  What more could a people ask for?  No BS, no lies, cards on the table, heart on my sleeve, the stars and stripes at my back, and America in my sights, with truth in my hand as a two handed sword, ready to slice open and dissect our corrupt and oppressive government, expose it for what it is, as well as hand it back to where it belongs.  In your hands, America.  Let's take it back from those who would steal from us our rights, our freedoms and add the hammer and the scythe to our flags design, tattered and torn with every lie told, every secret kept, and every senseless war fought.  :D

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The Orginial 7 Deadly Sins +3, Part IV - Envy

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"Saaaayyyy....that's a really nice computer you got there....Ok, no, I LOVE that computer you got there....dammit, I JUST GOTTA HAVE THAT COMPUTER YOU GOT THERE...Didn't you say you were going on vacation pretty soon?  You wouldn't be taking that computer along for the trip, wouldja?"

Yeah, you guessed it, we're gonna talk about the Deadly Sin of Envy today flokes.  You know what envy entails, dontcha?  See paragraph 1's blatant example, if'n you're not quite sure.

Now, I just gotta say it, we people (yes, and myself in particular) suffer from the essential effects of envy every day.  See, envy, some people believe, is just possession-driven, and just means you wish you had what the Jones's have.  If this were all it meant, and it was a sin we couldn't practice, or we'd suffer dire consequences due to just that part of the definition; capitalism, the driving force of any free-market society, would not exist.  No, in every sense, the true and full meaning of envy, unfortunately also involves the wish to deprive the other of what they have, since they can't have or can't afford to have what the first person has.

Because of the 2nd part of the meaning of the word, I would just have to say that an awful lot of my problems of late have stemmed from this very sin.  That whole ordeal with Jacque Karlson:  one could even go as far as to say that 9/10 of my problems I'm experiencing as of today stem from her envy of everything I had.  A great solid relationship with my pretty, younger wife.  Good friends.  A solid place to live.  Our newly acquired newborn.  A good and faithful following on Twitter, that was fast catching hers.  Mutual good friends on Twitter that she didn't care for me to have, once I had asked her to go.  Which, in turn caused her to try and cost us the baby, our friends, my Twitter friends and following, my place to live, my relationship with my wife...all because we just didn't have room in our very small apartment for 4 adults and a newborn.

Now, try and remember, envy is not only a distinctly different thing than jealousy; it comes in two very different flavors:  Benign and Malicious.  The benign style is the kind that we experience as a democracy and in our capitalistic behavior.  The malicious style, of course, include the wanting of others to suffer as the first suffers...the one who is envious of what we have, the things (and relationships, of course) that cause us to be happy.  They wish to deprive us of those things and people; so that, without those, well, we can be miserable as the first people are; thereby depriving the victims of their happiness.

With the exception of the wonderful relationship and friendship I had with my wife, envy was the better portion of what happened in Jacque's case.  The relationship emotion, of course, was sheer jealousy.  Her relationship with her husband was nothing and in the toilet compared to mine, which would explain why it was the first thing she tried to ruin.

The "grass being greener" on the other side of the fence, that's envy.  Some people are CONSTANTLY in that mode; no matter what they get, or acquire, no matter how many friends and good relationships they have, it doesn't matter....they're in a constant state of envy, and are therefore NEVER happy.  Narcisism also involves envy; generally these people believe others are envious of them, or are always in a state of envy involving others.  This sin serves a needed service with competition, but is deadly with malice at its roots.  Keep a close eye on those who constantly express envy of you, these are the ones likely to be trying to rid you of your happiness....which tends to lead to their twisted happiness.  Right Jacque?  Yeah.

Now, make no mistake, envy and jealousy, they shake hands too, along with other sins of their magnitude and ilk.  And it doesn't take a whole lot to upgrade from envy to jealousy.  If your wife is gorgeous and has great legs, whereas mine is pretty, but just a bit overweight, well, it's possible that I might envy you at first, more than likely in a more benign sense.  However, it wouldn't probably take me long to take the next step up and start flirting with her, should she give me an open door.  Given the proper amount of envy, it might even go to the malice-filled level, taking us into a physical affair; and, because she's SO GOOD at what she does, I might just start discussing how I could get her from you for real.  But, as she says "Oh, I don't wanna lose what I have, this was really all just for fun"....well, then I might just get jealous, which usually means I'm gonna be adding in a little hate and anger into the mix, mostly due to her ability to dismiss my feelings so easily.  Then because she doesn't want me, even though I want her, well, the next best thing might then be to tell her husband about our little afair, just to break them up.  This tends to be where a lot of your sex crimes and possible murders begin to take shape.  Envy can lead to a real bad bunch o' issues, practiced regularly, trust that.

These emotions can easily consume us, and cause us pain, in more than one fashion.  I suggest just foregoing this sin, it's really pretty pointless.  I'd prefer not to have most of what you do, believe that, I've come to discover that with more stuff and more money comes a whole lot more issues, and a lot more worry.  I think I'll just stay over here on my side of the fence...it may not be your color of green, and I might have a few more weeds in my lawn, but at least I don't have to spend as much keeping it looking as nice as yours...:D

Monday, August 18, 2014

So It Begins (The B&S Railroad Job, Part III)

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Well, I'm doing it again, kids.  I'm sorry, but the BS just continues, and you KNOW how much I love the BS.  This has got to be fought, here and now, at every expense, even if it means a free (for a month anyway) home that was offered to be paid by the Veterans side of Primary Health Care, for me, the wife, and, if all goes according to the plan of DHS, the baby as well, though I find this to be hard to believe; at least not without a lot of hoop jumping and out-of-pocket funding for the state of Iowa, and all involved in our little fiasco.

Three distinct things have happened since the last post, that have brought out the General in me, where this war is concerned.  This, unfortunately, has to involve a bit of memory jogging where you're concerned, as well as a bit of rehashing and post referrals.  Fortunately for you and all readers are concerned, most of these posts are named after this one...only as part I and II.

As was related, in these posts:

http://themightyswordamericas26deadlysins.blogspot.com/2014/08/the-drug-thingymabob-part-i.html

and

http://themightyswordamericas26deadlysins.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-final-chapter-hell-no-part-iii-b-s.html

Named The B&S Railroad job parts I and II,  I lay out everything that has happened since the day they came to find out what was going on in our evil drug infested home; before they railroaded us and took our baby.  In part II., I play out, in great detail, the entire drug test for both me and the wife, as well as the suprising, yet ludicrous results.

After this morning, and the results thereof, it would seem I can no longer expect help from the veteran's side of Primary HealthCare, as far as getting an apartment...so they're out.  They haven't even contacted me today, after this morning's fiasco, and will probably be even more upset with me after I get done blogging today's post.

So, more than likely, will be the lawyer who had been court appointed for me.  I left him a message first thing this morning, and he has yet to contact me as well.  So be it.  Looks like I'll be representing myself, as I thought I just might be anyway.  It's just as well; not only will he not like the fact that I will NOT be taking my funding site campaigns down (it's not like DHS is giving me anything but free food anyway...and me and my wife are both homeless, and quite broke, so what am I supposed to do here?   The baby's foster family is getting all of the money we're supposed to...and I'm sure that's the way DHS wanted it).  I'd have to say it's not only not DHS's business what I do on and with those sites, and it most CERTAINLY isn't the JUDGE'S business either.  Guess I'll be asking for a new judge in this case; I'm not sure why he'd have a bug up his butt about it, but it really shouldn't matter.  Let him live on what food stamps we get and nothing else, and let's see how long it would be before he starts asking for money, after being homeless a while.

Also, after telling us that the amount we tested positive for was so ridiculously low that we probably weren't going to have to endure any treatment hoops, suggested we pay EFR $25 each anyway, just so they could tell us that they wouldn't be recommending treatment, more than likely, because it was so low (??).

Nope.  Sorry.  Not going to be donating to the state via that avenue either, thanks.  GLWT.  And, if it is such a miniscule amount anyway, why is it that, when we had our little meeting with DHS on Thursday, last week, to see if (because we had missed so many visitations already) we would still be worthy to receive any more such visitations; they said, "Any amount over the 500 mark can only be registered if people actually ingest the drug they're showing positive for.  It's in our experience that it can't possibly be environmental with that much of an amount showing positive."  My lawyer said to me, prior to this, that actual users came up to 2000-3000 in their numbers...so how does 550 and 863 (still impossible where Liz is concerned...and, remember, both her and the baby had come up clean not a week prior to this when the baby was born) make us users?  Who knows...RAILOARD JOB, RAILROAD JOB!!

So evidently, I do them, whether I do or not.  Same applies to the wife that I KNOW does NOT DO DRUG ONE.  F*** you DHS, and the horse you rode down on.  Call my wife a drug user again, and hell will have no fury like ME, on your ass.

Oh, and Katie?  I recorded that meeting, and will, of course, subsequently be recording AND BLOGGING ABOUT EVERY SINGLE MEETING WE HAVE FROM HERE ON OUT.  There's another thing.  My lawyer called me the other day to inform me that DHS, in their requests from them and FSRP as to what was to be expected (and not expected) in any future meetings or visitations; stated, as a condition, that we were not, under any circumstances, to record them in any way.  WHY??  Sounds to me like they further intend to say and do things that are untoward, as if what they had done thus far wasn't nearly untoward enough.  And, since they refuse to give a good reason as to why they would unusually request such a thing, or refuse to budge on it being a condition, let it be known, heretofore, that ALL meetings and visitations will be duly recorded.

Oh, and as for food stamps, we may not be getting those for a while (if ever again) anyway...so now it's EXTRA important we get money.  No, according to DHS (the food branch...like we didn't have enough troubles with the one we're dealing with), now we may be coming up for fraud charges.  Last month after the baby was born, we applied for FIP, after which the worker told us, I would probably be getting cancelled on my ffood stamps....and added to my wife's received amount.  We received what could only be construed as a combination amount on her stamp card ($280...she'd been getting about $80 worth, and I'd been getting around $190).  We called DHS to see about getting an increase for her (we were hoping for about $110 more, since she hadn't worked for around six weeks).  Jeff, the worker for Elizabeth, then informed her that since I had received stamps for August (which I knew nothing about....I thought they had been cancelled), and she had received $280, that we had somehow misrepresented the true facts, and were to be investigated for fraud, as soon as possible.  Not sure how that is, since we represented ourselves fine, put in for the change, and it should have been duly implemented, what do you think??  This is our fault how?  Wow.  And, should I spend any of the food stamp amount that I received...justifiably, Id say...that I would be forced to pay that amount back, or imprisoned for fraud...BECAUSE DHS DIDN'T DO THEIR JOB CORRECTLY, I ASSUME....Good luck with that, as well.

I just wanna take an extra moment to thank the HUNDREDS of new Twitter followers I've acquired of late, and to issue yet ANOTHER raspberry in the face of ....ok, you all know who by now, surely.  Burn in hell NRA JACQUE.  With my blessing, of course.  The picture below is solely for those of you new follows, and, of course, the hundreds of loyal readers I still have, even after the Jacque Karlson debacle.  In case you didn't or don't know it by now, this woman was responsible for all of this, after I forcibly had to remove them from our premises, after they got upset that I asked them to make other arrangements because there would be a newborn residing in my place.

Until THE B&S RAILROAD JOB continues, or until the court date of September 12, 2014, continues...I'll be seein' ya soon, kids.