Crappy Way to Begin Holiday!

Just In: Charles “Helter Skelter” Manson is dead! Ding Dong the “no name Maddox” is dead, Ding Dong this wicked man is dead! Too bad, as the “cult-man” was so promising as one of the new-age enlistees for Donald John Trump’s “Make America Great Again” military revival! See, the entire military is being revamped, new recruiting offices are opening up from sea to shining sea as the Pentagon is going along with the White House’s new plan to fill the ranks of the troops-in-boots. So there comes now new qualifiers for those wanting to serve their country. Gone are the days of able-bodied and able-minded, as just last week the unannounced policy enacted to facilitate this new-age Make America Great Again plan of attack, it allows those with mental disorders(a.k.a. patients from the psycho wards the likes of a Ladd Lunatic Asylum), along with inductees with a history of “self-mutilation” or bipolar disorder depression or drug and alcohol abuse – well these patients can now seek waivers to join the military. Yes indeed, and all under the MORON’s watchtower, accordingly individuals once banned from military service can now volunteer, as soldiers are not showing up at the recruitment stations in efforts to keep the troop count up to par. Draft time again? NO, enlist a psycho army as we have a psycho presidency, the lingering side effects of “Heel Spurs”. It goes hand-in-hand, new recruiting strategies and a FUCKING MORON at the helm! So yes, we are heading towards a Charles Manson psycho-mania-maniac military extravaganza. OK, maybe Manson was too old, but right up the alley as a drill instructor this new-age “Grab them by the pussy” mentality. A renowned university performed a test with volunteer female students, those that were virgins. They were tested while resting in a state of tranquility, then when all was peaceful restrained to listen in on Donald John Trump’s “treatise” on women as follows: "I moved on her, I did try and fuck her, she was married. I moved on her very heavily in fact I took her out furniture shopping. She wanted to get some furniture. I said I'll show you where they have some nice furniture. I moved on her like a bitch. I couldn't get there and she was married. Then all-of-a-sudden I see her, she's now got the big phony tits and everything. She's totally changed her look. Whoah. Yes. Whoah. Look at you. You are a pussy. Maybe it's a different one. Yeah that's her with the gold. I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her. You know I'm automatically attracted to beautiful... I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet. Just kiss. I don't even wait. And when you're a star they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything. It looks good. Oh nice legs huh. It's always good if you don't fall out of the bus. Like Ford, Gerald Ford, remember? We're ready. Let's go. Make me a soap star. Absolutely. Melania said this was okay." John Lennon was right, as with a guy like Trump, “Woman is the nigger of the world” still! But IMAGINE this, Trump could have pardoned Manson, and fit-for-duty as an ARMY man!

The NRA & Russian Connection

I’m a pack rat – save everything, especially when it comes to e-mails since time immemorial my correspondences. Which came in handy just the other day, as something was fishy. See, I was signing up for some retirement medical stuff and thought I was on the correct DOTCOM, but in reality had stopped for a stagecoach break at a different site. Yes, for some reason maybe the IPA on hop-along overload, I was directed without knowledge to the membership page for the National Rifle Association. Now I keep my computer loaded, with information like name with rank to serial number for ease of not worrying about some password dreamed up when I was drunk many moons ago. So, trigger finger allows quick fill-in-the-blanks. Anyway, when I hit the send button and not realizing I was signing up to become a bonafide member of the gun club, I received an “Error Warning” that my e-mail, home address and phone number were already reserved for another member? And that is when it hit, as I remembered an e-mail received some years ago wherein some Russian sounding Kaspersky whore-name surname wanted to use my maildrop and other essential rendezvous meeting place data to become a member of the guns right movement. See, even though the NRA allows foreigners to join in the fun of protecting the 2^nd Amendment Right to righteously live in fear, with a genuine American address it means $10-bucks in savings. I guess just opening that e-mail allowed the Russian spies to hack my identification – to sign on as a member of the NRA with some of my credentials, a non-threatening hack! That is it, the only hack attack I have been subject to for many hours, days and years linked in to the “Tube” – as ex-Senator Ted Stevens defined our thirst to be somewhere other than the comforts of our own homes with a simple click. That’s right, a Russian whore using my P.O. to become a member of Wayne LaPierre’s brigade of AK-47 yielding idiots. So, has the National Rifle Association been the subject of PUTINFORNICATOMICS? It means getting fucked by Vladismear Putin. WE the PEOPLE hate Russians! So, when that rogue-rouge government decided to meddle in our business, to grope the U.S. Constitution like Donald Trump talks about “grabbing them by the pussy”, we must find out just how deep this anal dipping invasion affair went, and it started way before the Mike Flynn’s became instrumental in patriotic sabotage. The Russians planned this infiltration with precision, as it was and remains a WAR. In efforts for this take-over to work so well, the military mission had to establish covert bases, or in other words with the remote hi-tech eavesdropping of new-age warfare, deploy and establish a presence in things important – like the National Rifle Association. See, that organization allows for “Foreign Investment” and provides privacy beyond reach. Members are not screened, anybody can become a member with a few simple clicks and a credit card. This is a powerful organization that has above and beyond the know-how to sway many voters, as with the crutch of the 2^nd Amendment, it resonates the goal. What they don’t want you to know, the fact that America’s iconic National Rifle Association may have been infiltrated by “Fake” memberships associated with Vladismear Putin, in efforts to boost the membership by millions. It is estimated that the rank and file of the NRA increased when Obama was sworn in back in 2009, but that spike in membership was consistent with how this nation views the “Back of the Bus”. But since that time, wherein under the Obama administration the 2^nd Amendment saw very minor restrictions, the membership in the NRA as seen an increase in membership consistent with what we know about, well with respect to when and where the Russian government started infiltrating this nation in efforts to sway the 2016 election. Sure the NRA was a prime target of the Russians. Vladimir is a member, but you will never get Wayne LaPierre to admit it. The NRA collects $millions$ in membership dues and contributions, wherein a trace of that loot more difficult than any “offshore” hide-out. So, let me take a poke at what my Phineas J. Whoopee algorithm mathematically correlates and calculates of how this All-American organization is now under “Russian” influence. I will wager that 6-million members are under the influence of Vladismear Putin. Which means through membership fees and political clout contributions, that easily affords LaPierre’s raiders a Daddy Warbuck’s political war-chest of $350-Million to support, well Donald John Trump election. Russians here, Russians there, Russians everywhere and when an iconic organization like the NRA looked at its goals without watching out who was supporting such goals – we have been hoodwinked, groped, raped and Putin laughs at US each and every damn day since November 8^th. Turning back? We must get even, and that is a tough call and even by having a Mueller FBI investigation that will find corruption and Americans may receive jail time through this Russian connection that swayed or helped turn an election against the righteousness of a democratic election process – Putin continues to laugh as this is just more chaos eroding away our 200-plus years as a freedom fighter against Russian style Communism. And the NRA helped Putin’s wet dream come true. Sad Sack America! Now you know what PUTINFORNICATOMICS is all about. And instead of becoming friends with the Putin oligarchy, we must declare WAR that which sends the message we will defend our democracy, even if today so weakened by our own will that which demonstrates we were infiltrated by a “Golden Shower” because we as a nation are so divided. It is dangerous, what we stand for today. Then again, until such time organizations like LaPierre’s NRA admits that Putin was successful in infiltrating our liberty, the seriousness remains hidden and this is the definition of an Un-Patriotic practice and treason follows those that continue to hide behind the U.S. Constitution as a scapegoatease, that their ambitions where Patriotic and Putin so agrees!

Trump Summons Militia

Hey ye hear ye, comes now the silent call for all able-bodied men and women of the Militia to come to the aid of the MORON. And why this SOS from the Tower Maggot? The Chief Commander of the U.S. Strategic Nuclear Command who has his finger on the nuclear holocaust trigger, 4-Star General John Hyten has spoken out with unabated military might that he would push back against an order from the siting 45^th President of the United States, Donald John Trump, for engaging a nuclear strike if it were "illegal". What definition defines the latter, this “illegal” element? It sounds like a very broad “Timeout” wherein once upon a time it was the time-honored decision of one individual, it now finds a referee and possible descension with desertion the wishes of the presiding President any meltdown dreams. This is not good, as it will set precedence. Never has the “Top Brass” had to intervene the power of the presidency, and finds a consensus amongst our military engagement experts that Trump is somewhat “Unfit” for holding the office. Basically speaking with authority, Daddy Warbuck’s just took Donald’s car keys away from him, and it is porn prom weekend! This is the beginning of a crack in the dam, a military coup d’état in action. See, Donald’s secret war-chest suitcase also known as the “Nuclear Football” and within reach 24/7, it now has a new addition called a chastity belt, just in case the “Little Man” pisses the MORON off and instead of a “Twitter” sent in an early morning rage it is the other option pushed – total annihilation! BRAVO Mr. Hyten and the Joint Chiefs of Staff this chastity belt. Some may disagree, as when the Commander-in-Chief is publicly warned, publicly HUMILIATED his options upon a sworn “oath” to protect this nation, dire straits await our nation’s historical fate. Yes, military options being swindled away from Mr. President, like “groping women without consent” and this is wherein the “Militia” starts to find its Constitutional obligation front and center of attention and that movement should be flocking in droves to the nearest battalion headquarters. Take away Donald’s nukes, what will be next, maybe his military? So, what does Trump have at his disposal to ward off an attack against this nation’s sovereignty? He has a NAVY with Seals killing ARMY Green Berets in the field of combat; he has an AIR FORCE engaged in SEXcapades upon the high skies; he has a dysfunctional NAVY with ships that are constantly off-course upon the high seas along with a Semper Fidelis that still “can’t stand the truth” about GTMO. But not to worry, as just last week the White House signed off on the Pentagon’s unannounced policy enacted in August, a new-age Make America Great Again plan to allow those with mental disorders(a.k.a. patients from the psycho wards the likes of a Ladd Lunatic Asylum), along with inductees with a history of “self-mutilation” or bipolar disorder depression or drug and alcohol abuse – well these patients can now seek waivers to join the military? Yes indeed and under the MORON’s watchtower, accordingly individuals once banned from military service can now volunteer, as soldiers are not showing up at the recruitment stations in efforts to keep the troop count up to par. Draft time again? NO, enlist a psycho army as we have a psycho presidency, the lingering side effects of “Heel Spurs”. It goes hand-in-hand, new recruiting strategies and a FUCKING MORON at the helm! Wakeup AMERICA! So, if you own a gun, get the KY lubrication out as pretty soon you may be called to order, as Donald Trump owns your ass as part of “His Highness Militia”. Extra, Extra read all about it, if you chose to bear arms in your home Trump has control over your targets - that’s in the Constitution. And when that call to duty arrests the peace and quiet of your concealment, even on a Sunday morning while preparing for your daily preparation-H suppository courtesy the 115^th U.S. Congress and paid for by the NRA…who in hell wants to fight for that idiot in the WH anyway and many will just turn in their weapons at the Oval Office dumpster = the ultimate in gun control. Wow, Donald Trump enlisting gun control to rid this nation a serious violation upon life, liberty and that pursuit of happiness. About time we had legislation that will rid this nation once and for all this disgusting disease of weapons here and weapons there. WE the PEOPLE are living in fear, because of the wide-spread addiction to weapons at our fingertips! Remember what Roosevelt said when he was handed the “Nuclear Football”: Only thing we have to fear is fear itself. Best take his word else live a life in misery thinking that what you pack will arrest violence. The 2nd Amendment has run its course, as from sea to shining sea this fantasy to be loaded to the gill with bullets, to sleep with bullets as a nearest companion, it is so sad. This prevailing crap that we must be armed to protect ourselves, it isn’t working! Why? Most gun carrying creeps think they are tough, but when push comes to shove only 0.001% of registered gun owners could willfully and easily pull the trigger on another human! Wow, maybe we are human! So, love it or leave it, gun control is coming to US through a military coup, because we know the “Top Brass” is better fit to uphold the U.S. Constitution then the crowd of cowards that are holding a sit-in, maybe laugh-in, in the White House today. And what will replace that “tube” of cold-rolled steel that has let us down and sworn upon as the saving grace by the Wayne LaPierre’s of the “Fake Protection” society condoned as a vigilantly known as the NRA? Just in, Wayne says he has “Heel Spurs” and cannot join in the “Militia’s” bowel movement. We have an alternative this madness behind a hairpin trigger approach, the power behind the 1st Amendment is just about to get its heyday parade as there is only one weapon of choice this evil upon us, as FASCISM is alive and well and finds the ultimate enemy of the people and we shall overcome, by “Our Word”, something I learned from this nation’s greatest of Patriots, Woody Guthrie!

Patriotism 101

Patriots, WE THE PEOPLE are UNDER ATTACK!

The Partnership, Making America Great - Destroyed Today! 

Once upon a time we saluted a "Bipartisan" Congress that cared about AMERICA! When men and women all walks of life from the across-the-isle would embrace the true spirit of Patriotism, for US - that no matter what political side one favored, it didn’t matter in the “Halls of Congress” the buck stops there. Then that “working together” was destroyed by the wicked rich. What was good for the middle-class masses was a detriment to the hoarding of wealth which emancipates power, so there came an undermining of cooperation within Congress, premeditated perversion against My Country ‘Tis of Thee. For the stubborn that had sworn an oath to abide by the U.S. Constitution, there came destruction and assassinations. Honorable men like Senator Ted Stevens taken down, and dishonesty given a pardon as political and religious crookedness invaded our life, liberty and pursuit of happiness. Today, Congress and the White House are nothing more than the ultimate Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organization, with control over the RICO police. WE ARE UNDER ATTACK! 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TED

Alaska Pipeline Story #2

~ Pig Out ~

From the Chinook Journal of S. Pam MaGee

It was the holidays. Some us had to work. And work meant being some 800-miles away from home. Pumping crude oil doesn’t take a break! Now normally, come a day like Thanksgiving or Christmas and unless for an emergency critical situation, things are pretty quiet around the pump stations. Not true with the kitchen crew over at the camp. It was not unusual to have activities around the clock in preparation for yet another feast. They don’t employ cooks out here, just real “chefs”! This had been the norm for several years now. How come that saying, “that all good things must come to an end” holds so true? With some most recent management changes, we ended up getting a district manager that thought we were all a bunch of lazy high paid cry-babies. He soon acquired the nickname, “His Majesty’s Lard Ass”. Sure we made good money. And working a holiday meant triple time wages. That included an inflated wage for the day before and the day after. And sure we complained when in efforts to save money the head nutritional intuitionalist - a townie - switched to cheaper hotdogs. But who wants to knowingly eat rat hair? So one Thanksgiving morning, when in fact everybody was about to have a slow day, this new manager initiates a work order to send a pig through the pipeline. Of course, he did it from the comfort of his home way back in Anchorage. He was at home with his family! Pigs are used to clean the wax off of the pipeline’s inner walls. It has to do with efficiency. The more wax buildup, the more horsepower it takes to pump a given amount of oil over the mountain peaks to Valdez. Now this isn’t a big deal - launching a pig - just a messy ordeal. We got too thinking. What if we didn’t send a pig? According to our local engineer, there was no immediate need for such a gyration as his calculations indicated that the efficiency standards were being surpassed. So what if we could fake the launch switch to think a “pig out” was initiated. Hey, then we could go “pig out”. So over brewed coffee we brewed up the scheme. We talked to the electrician. Everybody was all for it. The pump station operator called the main pipeline controller in Valdez to inform that the station was ready to launch. The OK was given. We went through the motions of switching the appropriate 48-inch valves, then at the precise moment, the electrician shorted out the switch to send a launch signal to the computer that would send that signal all the way to Valdez. That is where the pipeline controllers would begin a timer that would in effect monitor the travel of the 4000-pound beast along the line. Pigs had a nickname, Alex - in honor of the pipeline’s superintendent. Alex was big. In fact he also had a nickname, “Two Chairs”. He was an alright guy, just don’t cross him. Now the plan would work only if it could be coordinated with the guys down the line. Pipeline workers stick together. See, there exists a pig launcher and a pig receiver at several of the pumping stations. The guy at the 4th station down the line would have to fake the “pig in” switch at the precise time. All went without a hitch. We didn’t even get our hands dirty. Hey, what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. What we had accomplished with the pig “faking” was indeed due to our understanding of the operation and equipment. Now pigs are nothing to mess around with, as there exists some pretty good momentum behind that head of oil – at 1000-pounds of pressure. One time, the pig wasn’t sent to the receiver at the precise moment. Instead of being diverted, it ended up in the suction piping of the main pumps. It physically bent 1-inch cold rolled steel bars designed to prevent a pig from entering the system. When caught, these things are no match for the flowing oil and self-destruction is imminent. The strainers upstream of the pumps catch all the shrapnel and debris. So don’t mess with pigs and don’t mess with the workers – especially on a holiday! Right when we were heading to the chow hall to grab a piece of pie, we get another call to run another pig. From the same idiot sitting comfortably back at home. Supposedly, he didn’t see the results he was hoping for. Why? Everything was OK. That is why we employ engineers at each location. Guys that know pipeline dynamics. Our supervisor said that this jerk was behaving this way because he could not stand the thought that we were all sitting around watching football and “pigging” out. We were. Hey, even the drilling rig crews take a break on the holidays – unless an emergency. As we were pulled away from our duties - TV and pie - it pissed us off. So it was decided amongst a chosen few that we would just fake another pig launch. And as before, we went thorough the gyrations that simulated an actual launch. It was back to pie and football! Well come about midnight, all hell broke loose. The “ghost” pig did not show up at the 4^th station down the pipeline. Damn, we forgot to call ahead about our plan of attack. Maybe too much food was to blame. Regardless, this was not good by any stretch of the imagination. The next day, which was supposed to be an extended holiday weekend for the townies, it was panic from Valdez to Prudhoe Bay. Oil spill reconnaissance was in effect. The command center in Anchorage was powered up, which meant all the high rollers of management – including the president – had adjourned away from the comfort of their homes. Something stuck in the pipeline can mean serious business, especially if it requires a bypass operation. Believe it or not, at one point, they honestly accused us of not putting a pig in the line. But like was said before, we stick together out here. When one of the line surveyors heard the rumor that we were suspects, he told the chief civil engineer that one of the check valves about 60-miles south indicated a stuck gate – like a blockage. It meant the “ghost” pig was stuck at that point in the pipeline. And like mentioned before, if a pig was stuck, it was in the self-destruct mode. We had nothing to sweat, as by now the belief all around was a “stuck” pig at that check-valve, which really wasn’t all that bad an ordeal. It has happened before when the clapper on the valve fails. Soon “His Majesty’s Lard Ass” shows up with “Fat Alex”. We need more chairs! Being in the clear, we couldn’t help not laughing. So after about two days of panic, it was written off as a destroyed pig. The only other problem we had to contend with? The inventory showed one too many pigs! How in hell were we going to get rid of a “hog” out here on the tundra? No problem, as one guy needed a flowerpot for his cabin outside of Fairbanks. It was a done deal. Hey, we own the roads up here. Nobody questions what really goes on up and down this pipeline – just to remote. And remember, we feed the regulators! By the beginning of the week, which was the end of our workweek, we were heading home, delayed a day because of the “missing” pig. It meant free booze on the company. And what a paycheck for our shenanigans! We never had to worry about launching another holiday pig, unless it was a scheduled event. And Lard Ass found it difficult to talk his way out of why he initiated the work order in the first place. When he admitted to the president that he felt the workers were not very productive, a phone went flying across the room at the command center. See that was the company president’s indication that he was pissed off. The president made it clear and convincing that he didn’t give a rat’s ass if the crews sat around for ever, as long as they were running when the shit hits the fan! As long as throughput met the daily target, they were doing the job they were paid for. Managers learn early on that their survival depends on us. They learn early on to respect us. And we don’t need a union!

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Dangling Conversation

Every leave taking flight to fall,
     No longer “a still life watercolor”.
Now tiny dancers, this Dangling Conversation.
     From early morning, till “now late afternoon”,
Each descent, a passion of air-bound persuasion.
     Alas, what may be left of the “curtained lace”?
But an eager sanction for retreat.
     “Couched in our indifference”, we concede
Until the next falling, this Dangling Conversation.

     “And the superficial sighs”, so outspoken,
In appreciation this recital.
     As “The borders of our lives” in freefall,
To be like them, for this brief movement in time.
     “And you read your Emily Dickinson”
And embrace the grace.
     “And I my Robert Frost”
And grace the embrace.

     ‘Tis this season, cherish what was gained,
Naysay, “That measure what we’ve lost” so vain.
     And for a spellbound moment written,
within this time “we are verses out of rhythm”.
     A seasonal dance romances a rewind,
“In syncopated time” now well defined.

These Heavenly dancers from Thy sky,
     Praytell leaves “speak of things that matter”.
Can paralysis be pledged, nor
     “Is this theater really dead”!

And now “the room is softly faded”,
But fear “a stranger now unto me”.
Well aligned “in the borders of our lives”.
In the borders of our dreams, superficial highs.

Once upon a “Dangling Conversation”

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