Saturday, December 10, 2016

A US official familiar with the investigation
says Putin will continue to wreck havoc


The CIA has concluded in a secret assessment that Russia intervened in the 2016 election to help Donald Trump win the presidency, rather than just to undermine confidence in the U.S. electoral system, according to officials briefed on the matter.

The official said Moscow is launching a similar effort to influence the next German election, following an escalating campaign to promote far-right and nationalist political parties and individuals in Europe that began more than a decade ago.


In both cases, said the official, Mr Putin's campaigns in both Europe and the US are intended to disrupt and discredit the Western concept of democracy by promoting extremist candidates, parties, and political figures.


















The "Official"

Thursday, December 8, 2016

WISHING YOU A MOST HOLY,
A MOST MERRY CHRISTMAS

2016, A MOST MAGNIFICENT YEAR




OUR MOST PLEASANT,
OUR BEST AND HAPPIEST WISHES
TO YOU, DEAR READERS,
FOR A BLESSED YEAR AHEAD,
AND FOR A BLESSED LIFE, INDEED~!!

Merry, Joyous Christmas~~!!

FOR CHRIST IS BORN!!



Teddy Bears for everyone!


Last of The Summer Wine theme
spoken by Bill Owen

Thanks BBC, that there was Bill,
to explain it all to us Blokes~


.... The misty haze of golden days,
Gone long before....




The last of the summer wine,
The sweet bouquet of memories,
Of you and I, as time goes by,
I still remember these.

The last of the summer wine,
When passing shadows still recur,
Of golden days, so young in love,
And that's the way we were.

We had our dreams,
To change the world,
As people will,
But now we're known as the folk,
Who live on the hill.

The last of the summer wine,
A vintage love, a vintage brew,
And now my love this toast I give,
Thank you for being you.

Terral 03 and Edie Gormet Sing About
The Coming End of Days



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It's the end of the world, as we shove it~!

Bin Laden's Family Killed in Jet Plane Crash, Inferno


Oh, the Irony


Three members of terrorist Osama bin Laden's family were killed Friday in Surrey, England,
when their private jet crashed into the parking lot, in an inferno.

Lovingly lifted from London's Daily Mirror, this:  

The private jet which crashed killing three members of Osama bin Laden's family in Surrey was going '40 per cent too fast' during its landing, a report has concluded.

The Saudi-registered Phenom 300 went off the end of the runway as it arrived at Blackbushe Airport before becoming airborne again and then collided with several parked cars.

The passengers and pilot survived the impact, but died as a result of a fire which began after the wing separated from the fuselage.
All three passengers were members of bin Laden's family.

They were his stepmother, Raja Bashir Hashem, 75, her daughter, Sana bin Laden, 53, and another relative, Zouheir Anuar Hashem, 56.

The Jordanian pilot was 58-year-old Mazen Salim Alqasim.

The AAIB's report into the accident described how the plane took a steep descent which was "significantly above the normal profile" as it approached the airport, after manoeuvring out of the path of a microlight.  Mr Algasim attempted to deploy the jet's "speedbrakes", which can increase drag, but they remained retracted as the flaps on the wing were deployed.

As the plane flew over the start of the runway it was travelling at 151 knots indicated airspeed (kias), 40% faster than the target of 108 kias.  "The excessive speed contributed to a touchdown 710 metres beyond the threshold, with only 438 metres of paved surfaced remaining," the AAIB said.
"From touchdown ... it was no longer possible for the aircraft to stop within the remaining runway length."

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Worst Stutter Ever





 Meet Eric May,
who has now been cured of a lifelong debilitation, by this earpiece device-- 

 Good For Him,   HOORAY,    Way to Go Eric~!

Despite all my effort, I cannot find any other internet reference to this man, 
to maybe see how his life is coming along~  I wish him the very best recovery~!

Sunday, December 4, 2016

A Look Inside the Rave Death Trap,
Oakland's "Ghost Ship"

Here is the Google Maps street view of the Ghost Ship warehouse, 1305 31st Ave, in the Fruitvale district of Oakland, California, where at least 33 perished in a raging fire during a party, Saturday night:











In this image, it appears that the man who lived there with his family and who organized the Rave dance party, is welcoming more decorations for his abode:










These images below are actually from the Ghost Ship (dot) com website, showing the very dangerous threat of a raging inferno:



































This is criminal.  On both the man's part, as well as the city of Oakland, Ca.  36 dead, so far~

UPDATE:
THIS INTERVIEW OF THE "GHOST SHIP" MANAGER,
Mr. Almena, an admitted drug addict, by NBC's Matt Laurer, 
is very revealing, very disturbing~

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Post No. 2005

Lovingly lifted, from ME~!
About 9-1/2 years ago, May 13, 2007 to be exact:



A SPIRIT HEADED FOR ITS JUDGMENT AFORE GOD, FOR GLORY, PONDERS THE FOLLOWING:

How could I have survived all that which befell me? All at once, like that? No one could survive all that,



**I don't think you could either, I didn't --" -
a voice from Above is heard...




**OVERHEARD RECENTLY, BELOW**


"Do you suppose that he knew he was dying? Dat' he wuz dat close? I mean, by just the way he smelled, when he cum 'round my place uh week uhgo, Whuh, I thought he smelt like he'us close to death: At least, I thunk he smelled like death, .... like Death, 'isself."


No, he never knew; I mean, like who ever knows that they're dying, except people who got cancer, unoperable cancer, er something like that-...


No, he didn't know he was dying, unless he was psycho--, Er, I mean psychic; someone who can see the future, hiz own future, ya know?




--But he did smell awful bad last Sunday when I seen him here for Church.



"Yer right, he smelt like death, now that I think about it, he smelt like death.

Like Death Itself..."


"Did you ovurhhear dat he'd planned his own funeral service, right down to the music? And I've heard tell, that he even recorded his own eulogy wurds on film, to show at hiz funeral, and he payed fer it to be showed, ahead ah time?!?


He was an odd sort of guy, and now, fer him to do this, that's all I need to decide fer myself that He Wuz Nuts! 'Fukkin' Nuts,... as Nutty as a fruitcake, ever since his momma died."
Whut kiind of music did he plan fer his service? I won't sit still fer no rock-n-roll bullshit, even if it is at a funeral... I don't like that crap.




Naw, I heard from Bill Evans that he put some kinda old nigger music on a compact disc, some ole-timey-nigger stuff, all piano-music playin', an' some comments of hizz-own on a CD, and he paid fer it to git played at his funeral, like some damm TV show, some bullshit commentary fer us all to listen to, iffen we go to it.


You akiddin' me?


He put some uv his own music favorites into his funeral? Well, Gawd-damn, he sure-az-hell had some nerve, recordin' that for his funeral, forcing us-all tuh have to hear it.



Yeah, he had some balls, to do that; but that wuz the kinda music he liked ta listen to, all that ole caliope, ole carnival crap, like the old-fashioned, Sundie-In-the-Park-Shit, frum some band made up of trumpets, a drum and a piano.....




Well, I ain't gonna stand up, or applaude when thet music starts, OR when it ends, I tell ya... I won't accept that shit, even for him, at his own gawddaamm funeral. I mean, "Gawd, what else?"



"No, me neither..., it's just that he was such a local malcontent, it's no wonder that he didn't go along with the crowd of us all, the rest of us, in liking regular music....
"His momma only died about 12 or 13 years ago, didn't she? Woulda Betty've liked this bullshit, ata funeral? I say that 'no, she wouldn't', she wouldda gone by what dictates we all have, and abided by'em, no matter what,' pausing only momentarily he added, "Would you like a slugga dis whiskey, Ben?"




"Naw, Dan, I got meh own flask, here. Hell no, Betty wouldn't have stood fer this. An' that's sayin' alot, right there.... The 'old' ways uv using a funeral to convert the company to Christianity, no matter what, those ways are gone..."



"Yeup, gone and dun for, those old ways. Now-a-days, some young fuk has the nerve to dictate hiz own funeral, and the funeral home abides by it-- that's a bad sign. We'd better nip it, nip it now."



"Do ya hear that music in there, fer Chrissake? It sounds like a damn juke box ina ole' beerjoint, fer Chrissake....."




******REST IN PEACE, ALL YOU NON-LINEAR THINKERS******

Placid



I am so happy today, you cannot know it--
Circumstances. Deliberation.
Realization. Success.

IT BOILS DOWN FINALLY TO JUST THOSE FOUR WORDS, FRIEND~
Add Mobilization, there in the middle (if needed).

Thank You God, and Glory to You, In the Highest
For letting me see these days, these events 
In your servant's life~
I behold what I can, of Your Glory, Your Altruism, Your Justice, 
Your Promises to Your children, Your Sacrifice of Your Son here on our plane, 
My Heavenly Father, I thank You for everything,  I thank You for my life.

What Can I Say?
'47' Again

Life is so good right now, 
can you believe that
I cannot think of anything
to say?


I hope that you
are happy too~

And Blessed.

It will all be over soon~!

I am disappointed and a little concerned about the election recounts in 3 states, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania and Michigan
just now, but not yet worried enough about it to blog; 
other than that, nothing is on my mind except our first Christmas in an enlarged home with an enlarged family.

Somewhere along the line, I outgrew the number of Presidents of the US:  I'm 47, about to be 48, and we will be welcoming Donald J. Trump as our 45th President on January 20.  

Now I wonder, when did that condition occur?

Oh yeah, three years ago, when I turned 44 in 2013,
with #44, Zerobama, of all creatures. Wow.
Time to turn back the clock, maybe.

Ya know, that's the most interesting thing about the word,
"Maybe".  "Maybe" is it's own opposite; 

"maybe yes" also means "maybe no".

Glad that I didn't take time off to go deer hunting this year--
The weather has been way too warm around here for that--
We've had temps in the 70s & 80s up until just this week--
I've heard several guys say that this year's harvest is poor.

Since the Chicago Cubs won, and Shrillary Clinton lost, I've discovered the definition, and am living the concept
of a new word:  Placid.  I Am Placid.

Well that's all the news from Lake Woebegone.
Except that there's a fly in here.  Where's the flyswatter?




Sunday, November 27, 2016

Found this peculiar piece by Cory Hall, hidden like an Easter egg, in my 'favourites' YouTube.
First, Professor Hall's website and his YouTube channel:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCuHRjYQVbZ1r48LL8MODEtw
http://www.bachscholar.com/



I am still obsessed by the beauty of this simple piano tune. Just a simple piano tune:
Yet so sublime

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

"The Music Box"
1932 Laurel and Hardy CLASSIC COMEDY



First time I've ever seen this, and together, Leti and I screamed laughter a half-dozen times
IT'S SO FUNNY

GUESS WHO's Coming Over For Dinner




We three want to wish each of you a very
Happy Thanksgiving Day, tomorrow~!!

We have so very much to be thankful for this year, 
& for once, I DO KNOW WHERE TO START:

God blessed us with a perfect child this year, Thank You, Thank You God for Loving us so~
You remind me of Your love for Your servants Abraham and Sarah often~

We enjoy good health, despite not getting enough sleep this year (see reason #1)~

We live in a country which, despite some bitter feelings elsewhere, is the very best country on the planet~
One where if a person makes the choice for him/herself to become something, to pursue their wildest dreams in life, it is possible to do that here in America.  Thank You, God!

Dear Creator, we thank You also for the trials You place before us, giving us the chance to grow and to learn from, to expand our knowledge, to reinforce our experiences, all in an effort to be helpful to others, other children of Yours, who may be going through trying times, where we can help them.  Thank you also, for this opportunity, this blessing.

Dear Creator, we thank you for your wisdom in sending us the leaders which we have~ and we pray for each of them:  Barack Obama, Chief Gary Batton, Vice President Biden, Assistant Chief Jack Austin, Jr., all the rest- Governor Mary Fallin-- We pray that each of them would be cognizant of their place in history, their place in the just governance of our Godly country, ALL with a goal of glorifying Your Holy Name.

Yes, we Malcontents pray for the Democrats; We pray that soon, they may see the great error of their ways of governing, and restore to their proud party, a good and decent reputation of leadership for all.

We thank you for Donald J. Trump, a man not unlike Your other truly great leaders:  Like Moses, like Joshua, like the apostle Paul, men who had committed great sins in their time, yet You found them worthy of becoming changed-for-the-better leaders of great masses of people:  
Again all for Your Glory~

Heavenly Father, we humbly ask you to bless each of us today, forgive us of our sins, and lead us on the path of righteousness until our joyous reunion with You someday.

We thank You for Your extraordinary, incomprehensible and eternal love for us, as we prepare to enjoy a meal with loved ones and Christian fellowship here, a Thanksgiving that I never thought I'd see, one with my 6-month old daughter Kelsey, my loving wife Leticia, and a whole host of extended family and close friends (we're expecting 26 guests).


In Jesus' Holy name, Amen.

Yeah, three turkeys .... one fried, and two roasted~!
~ And Yeah, I Will Wear Traditional Eagle feathers tomorrow, finally, As the Father of the Household~

FLASH in the Pan, One Hit Wonders

One-Hit Wonders

You never knew the band's name, but you sure knew the title of their only hit song:
"Tequila", by "The Champs"



... made a monster hit thanks to Pee Wee Herman in
"Pee Wee's Big Adventure".

And speaking of one-hit, monster songs, throw in the annual Halloween anthem, "Monster Mash", by Boris Pickett, and the Crypt Kickers:



Back in 1974, there was the Hues Corporation, who had a notion about Rockin the Boat:



Who is Thomas Dolby??  Nobody knows for sure, but no one
can ever again say the word "Science" without thinking
of this extraordinary one-hit wonder song:



Say after me, "It's so better to be safe than sorry" A-Ha



Saturday, November 19, 2016

The Centennial Rodeo Opry: "Oklahoma Rising"




OKLAHOMA STATE FIGHTS FOR CHAMPIONSHIP in BEDLAM

Wow, what a fantastic game today by our Oklahoma State Cowboys in Fort Worth, against Texas Christian University.

The Cowboys' defense simply shined brightrer orange than the cool, November sun, all game long, after the Horned Frogs took a very early lead, 6-0. For the next 3-1/2 quarters, the Horned Frogs' punter had the opportunity to maybe set some personal records....

I'm a Sooner fan, a Sooner Grad; But I'm just sayin' that there's definitely another team in this state worthy of 'final 4' consideration, after (I predict) their next win, against the Sooners, in Bedlam South, Ok.

For the last week, I've been without a working computer keyboard, till now: Spilled coffee on my old keyboard, thought I'd lost the whole thing, instead, a partial, short term re-connect only frustrated me more, as any keyboard I tried (I had several old ones) only produced something I will never forget:

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A frozen, non-stop "+" display. On everything -- password, Google search, typing, all "++++++".

Until I took a steak knife, in desperate frustration, to my laptop keyboard's + key, in the 10-key.
And when my old keyboard surface pried up unexpectedly, all was fixed, all IS well, here in Oklahoma.

Life is really really good, especially Good, in Oklahoma these days. The Weathers been dry, warm for November (*I mowed our lawn Tuesday), Donald Trump and all, Sooners, Cowboys, Family, Deer hunting, Feeling God~

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Call it a cornball story if you want



Lovingly lifted from NewsOk(dot)com, from 1984~

Success? Yes Sir, He Wears It Well
Bob Hersom Published: September 20, 1984 12:00 AM CDT

When you look at Mike Winchester, with his closely-cropped hair, you think of Marines and Green Berets.

When you listen to Winchester, with his yes sirs and his no sirs, you think of Boy Scouts and little old ladies being helped across the street.

And when you hear Winchester's story, which would be rags-to-riches except that he didn't even have any rags at the beginning, you think of The American Dream.

You think of the cliches about patience being a virtue and dreams coming true, because they fit Mike Winchester. Call it a cornball story if you want. But it's true.

If you follow the Oklahoma Sooner football team you know about Mike Winchester, redshirt sophomore punter. After two games, his 43.2-yard average leads the Big Eight and ranks 19th nationally. His "hang time" has allowed only seven of 13 punts to be returned for only 17 yards, a net punting average of 41.9, which ranks 14th in the nation.

You could call him an overnight success, except that "overnight" has been two years.

Two years ago, fresh out of Marietta High School, Winchester walked on to the OU squad, wearing his own equipment. He used one year of eligibility by punting for the junior varsity squad in 1982, the last season OU fielded a jayvee team.

Last year wasn't much better. OU had signed punter Darren Atyia of Seminole to a scholarship, so Winchester languished on the bench, wearing a No. 40 Sooner jersey, the same number issued to freshman defensive end Darrell Reed. Though Winchester was in his second year at OU he was not listed in the media guide. It was, in effect, his redshirt season. But it isn't a good sign in college football when your name comes under "duplicate numbers."

"It didn't bother me that much," Winchester said, "because I didn't come up here with the idea that I would jump right into a position. I thought it would take a couple years or so if I was to ever get a chance."

It did.

"There were times when I felt like leaving," he said, "when I didn't think I was going to get a chance, but I was still No. 2 and there has been many a walk-on who has come up here and left and never made it to No. 2. That's the reason I stayed, because the door was open for me, I felt. It just gave me enough hope to stay."

This season started much the same way for Winchester. He was assigned a different duplicate: No. 22. Winchester seemed to have as much chance of playing for the Sooners in '84 as their last No. 22, Marcus Dupree.
....
"It's always been a dream of mine to play here. I just wanted to try," Winchester said. "You have five years to play four. I came up and walked on and if I hadn't had a shot, if it hadn't been close, then I would have gone to a small college somewhere. But I didn't have any other offers. Your high school coach has to send out letters and I told him not to worry about sending any letters because I was coming up here.

Michael Winchester was murdered this week at his job site, Will Rogers World airport in OKC:  He leaves behind a wife and 6 children, including Kansas City Chief's punter, James Winchester, also an OU Graduate.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

WHY I Added Pink Floyd's "DOGS"
To Hillary's Loss Tuesday?

Because that song is Pink Floyd's Greatest Song
It Is what they foresaw as the coming amalgamation of Stupidity of the people, the Sheep,



Beginning with "Dogs", the song on their album "Animals" which defines the TV-addicted, rumor-spreading, gossip city crowd who, 

Blindly would vote for whomever, WHATEVER CREATURE, is promoted to maintain their handy dogfood-supplying lifestyle.

Hear the Dog-whistles, ((here boy, here boy)) ??

It's a hidden warning to everyone with ears, to the dangers of becoming "Animals",
merely "Obedient Followers"
"Democrats".

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?

With daily, or even hourly reinforcement of your most intense, political fears of
the "Other (deadly) Side", how can anyone expect to feel??
CNN, MSNBC, ABC, ESPN

EXCEPT, IT  IS  NOT  TRUE.

The American media is lying to you, treating you like Dogs, loving Dogs, and Dogs who will follow their lies.  But~~!  It Is Not True.


You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
Got to be able to pick out easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in


You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, harder

and harder as you get older

And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone (stone, stone, stone, stone, stone)


I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?


Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer


Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel


Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home


Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone


Instead, The Truth, If YOU SEEK IT, is Easy to Find, and to Understand.  The American Democratic Party lies to you, they think that they own you, they want to own your mind, with their lies and mis-directions.

A battle for the domination, for the subligation of the entire globe is being waged.
I am fighting for my family, I am fighting for you too, TO BE FREE FROM THEM.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

The Past is Just a Bad Memory;
Let's Celebrate Our Future

GONE~! from my bloggie's margin, this threatening image:

Newly Added ~! to my bloggie's margin, this hopeful image:


For you few neer'do-wells in Portlandia and in Oakland, 
and elsewhere, who are writhing and shreiking, 
at the end of your Government-sponsored gravy train,
who demand that we change the election rules, after the fact,

No body wants you.  No body will hire you.
You need to die off; now.
Call it evolution, call it survival of the fittest, 
either way you lose, losers.

The world and especially the united States are better off
without
you
here.

The slogan, "Drain the Swamp", 
refers to you all, too.

(I guess this means that you'll
have to get a job, now)