Happy Easter   /   Good Pesakh

 



The Battle Between Good and Evil/Wicked Kicks Into High Gear.

Seemingly In The Public's Eye, Wicked Carries The Edge Onto The Field Of Battle.

What Was. Is Not.

For The Crucifixion and The Persecuted Are The Masks Of The Used To Be.

There Are Not Any More Cheeks To Turn.
For All The Cheeks Have Been Slapped Silly.

The FATHER Did Not Send HIS Only SON To Die For Ya All's Sin.
HE Sent HIS Only SON To Deliver THE MESSAGE To HIS Sheep.

For This Time When HE Comes, There Will Be NO Crucifixion.

For This Time MY LORD Will Be Riding A White Steed.
HIS Feet Will Be Of Brass.
HIS Eyes Will Be Of FIRE.
A Double Edge Gold Sword Of THE RIGHTEOUS  Is HIS Tongue.

My LORD Is Recruiting Warriors.
Warriors Who Will In No Way Except The Wicked.

As THE LORD Says;
"Let The Unjust Be The Unjust".
"Let The Filthy Be The Filthy".

Take Heed My Sisters and Brothers.

So I Have Been Told.

Jesus and John Were Walking For Hours In Silence.
At A Point, Jesus Looked At John and Exclaimed;
"Why Do The Dogs Keep Returning To Their Vomit"?

Why Do Ya All Keep Returning To Your Vomit?

For Final and For Ever My Sisters and Brothers Walk Quickly Away From Your Vomit As A Fly Speeds Away From The Cleansed.

The Time Has Come.

So I Have Been Told.

Jesus Walked Into A Temple Where Satan Was Spreading His Wicked Ways and Word.
Immediately Upon Noticing Jesus, Satan Appeared Right In Front Of My LORD and 
Exclaimed;
"You Have Come Here To DESTROY Me".

Never Did Jesus Mention To Satan That HE Was There To Throw Down With Satan.
Never Did Jesus Mention To Satan That HE Was There To Draw Down On Satan.
Satan's Exact Words Were;
"YOU Have Come Here To DESTROY ME".

'The Toxic Slime Rat' Knows Without A Doubt That His Time Is Now Short.
As Such he Releases Chaos, Filth, Death, Destruction, Hate, Division, Perversions, Deviant Behaviors and Confusion By The Stadium Full.
By The Second.

For You See World Even Satan Is Disgusted By His Own Minion.
The Morally Bankrupt.
The Full Of Sin.
The Wasted.
The Wicked.
The Perverse.
The Deviant.

For He Already Owns Their Polluted, Toxic Souls.

For It Is Me and Mine That Are The Ultimate Feather In Satan's Cap.
At This Wicked Takeover He Thumbs His Nose At THE LORD and 
Says;
'You See, They Are NO Better".

Pray For The 7TH Chastening My Sisters and Brothers.
Beg For Your Salvation.

Stop Your Pitiful Whining and Crying Regarding Your Selfish, Self Serving Prayers.
THE LORD Is Not At All Interested In Your Greedy, Wanting Ways.
HE CREATED You.
Trust Me HE Knows What Is Best For You.
HE Fully Knows Your Needs.
All HE Asks From You, HIS Creation Is Your LOVE.
Your PRAISE.

Tell HIM.
You LOVE HIM.
Tell HIM How You PRAISE HIM.

Scream Your Gratitude To HIM When A Butterfly Passes Before You.
When Dragonflies Escort You On Your Way.
When A Bird Flies Over Head Singing Their PRAISE and LOVE To Their CREATOR.
Give HIM LOVE PRAISE and GRATITUDE For The Safety Of Your Children, Your Parents, Your Entire Family.
You Job.
Your Safety.
The Love Between You And Your Woman.

For You See, THE LORDS Wild Animals, HIS Beautiful Creations NEVER Ask Their CREATOR For A Thing.
They Only Sing Their PRAISE To HIM, THE CREATOR.

Who Are You To Demand Anything From  
THE CREATOR OF EVERYTHING THAT
IS.
EVERYTHING THAT WAS AND EVERYTHING THAT WILL EVER BE.

WITHOUT A DOUBT THE MACK DADDY OF ALL MACK DADDY'S.

So I Have Been Told.

Jesus, In The Desert, Initiating HIS 40 Days and 40 NIGHTS Of Fast.
Out Of The Blue Appears Satan.
In Jesus' Face Satan Exclaims;
"See Those Sheep. They Are My Sheep. They Hear My Voice".
To Which Jesus Replied;
"Again Satan You Embarrass Yourself. Stand Behind ME. Those Are MY Sheep. They Hear MY
Voice. They Hear Only MY Voice. Go Down To The River and Attend To Your Beasts".
For That Is What MY LORD Refers To Swine As. "Satan's Beast".

One Fork Of Satan's Beast Into Your Mouth Opens The Gates Of Hell.

Isiah 65; 2-4

I SPREAD OUT MY HANDS ALL THE DAY TO A REBELLIOUS PEOPLE, WHO WALK IN A WAY THAT IS NOT GOOD, FOLLOWING THEIR OWN DEVICES; A PEOPLE WHO PROVOKE ME TO MY FACE CONTINUALLY, SACRIFICING IN GARDENS AND MAKING OFFERINGS ON BRICKS; WHO SIT IN TOMBS, AND SPEND THE NIGHT IN SECRET PLACES; WHO EAT PIGS FLESH AND BROTH OF TAINTED MEAT IS IN THEIR VESSELS.


THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS

LUST
ENVY
GREED
PRIDE
GLUTTONY
LAZINESS
WRATH

SIN IS SIN
WRONG IS WRONG

Repent
Repent

Or Continue To Live In Your Perverse Deviant Ways.

Daily
All Day
I Repeat Over and Over These Words To Myself;
"I Love You Jesus Christ. I Love You Lord"

So To Those Of You Who For A Lifetime Ask Me;
"Ryan. You Are Always At Peace. You Never Are Worried Or Concerned About Anything".

This Is For The Simple Fact That I Walk With MY LORD and Savior Jesus Christ and Constantly
Say To MY LORD;
"I Love You Jesus. I Love You LORD".

The Other Day Bobby and I Were Walking Back From The K.
Bobby Was Stressing Regarding The Immense Stress That His Position At Work Brings On To Him.
I Said;
Yo. Dawg. Say To Yourself Right Now, I Love You Jesus I Love You Lord.
Bobby Ran With That.
"Damn Ryan. I'm Happy".
Hmmm. It Can ONLY Be When Repeating Those Words.

I LOVE YOU JESUS. I LOVE YOU LORD.

Happy Easter
Good Pascech Ya All

Ryan. Out.


I'm That Sheep That Is Nudging My LORD
Constantly
I Never Liked Being Second



































































 

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Sucked Into The Vortex Of Hell. Again.

 

Writing this blog today is akin.

On par.

To reaching for and securing my 23 inch Winchester Bowie Knife and Scraping my rectal cavity for 3 hours.

One would think that to completely stop, halt as it were, that I would adhere to the self imposed program of NOT Engaging Mr. Clicker and Hitting Up  FOX NEWZ  into the beginning of my second cup of heavenly Bustello with a multi berry green tea float.

But oh the fuck no.
For sure I am Masochistic on a level the Psychiatric community has not even deduced.

Thanks Fox Newz.

Where I am going is Do Not feature car people who have not a clue.

The 1967 Pontiac Firebird WAS NOT Pontiac's first venture into muscle cars.

Pontiacs venture into muscle cars began in 1962 with Pontiac's Catalina.
This Girl came out of the factory strutting 2 doors powered by Pontiac's 421 cubic inch motor.

Pontiac's Second Venture Into Muscle Cars Was My Very First Automobile A Brand New 1964 Pontiac GTO Coupe.

That car screamed.
To the point of literally having to STAND on the breaks to slow Betsey down.
Never to a full stop, instead a 45 foot drag up to the stop light.
Still standing on the kinda sorta power breaks.


1964 Pontiac GTO Coupe

If Anyone Finds These Particular Wheels Anywhere.
For Real Contact Me Here In Da Swamp.
I Got This Sexy Girl Sold For Major Bukoo.$$$$$$$$$$

I saved every dollar I made from  11 years old,  the time I started working for Mr. Levin who owned the around the corner newz paper stand in Da Hood.

Now if all that was not enough. Mr. Fox Newz, Car Not Expert.

Pontiac's first entrance into the muscle car arena was the  1962 Pontiac Catalina Hard Top Coupe.

This Nuclear Bomb came equipped with Pontiac's Super Duty 421 engine.
This Pedigree Princess kicked out, officially, claimed Pontiac, 405 BHP.
The real story regarding this Princess's rear heel blast was actually 460 BHP.

This Girl was Street Legal, but like any real Princess, Girl Race Ready with just four-bolt mains, forged rods and crank, solid lifters and NASCAR heads.
Screamin down the tarmac.

If all that was not enough The 1962, 1963, up until 1965 Catalina's equipped with the 421 Engine was the fastest show room production car.
On Da Planet all the way up into the early 1990's.
Fewer than 180 were built in their first year.
These Girlz were so fuckin, screamin fast that they would blow out Pontiac's Automatic Transmissions.
Hence forth these Monsters came equipped with either three or four speed manual transmissions

Other Super Duty options included aluminum front-end body clip and a weight-cutting modified frame.
These modifications saved 110 pounds.
Pontiac would even fit aluminum exhaust manifolds to save 40 more pounds, but warned that they were only intended for quarter mile competition as they would melt if they were subject to more heat.

Performance: 389/348: 0-60 in 8.2 seconds 1/4 mile in 15.5 seconds @ 93 mph.



1962 Pontiac Catalina 2 Door HardTop



I ain't gonna lie.
A 1967 Pontiac Firebird is no Sally Slack Ass.
Nice find for sure.
But absolutely NOT Pontiac's First Venture into the World of Muscle Cars.
Nice Try Fox Newz.
Vintage Sports and Race Cars has been my Bidnezz for... My Entire Life.

That's all He wrote.
For this week.
Maybe longer.

Thank Ya All My Insane Readers.
Cause Without Insanity Runnin Through Your Viens You Wouldn't Be Reading This Hyped Out Diatribe.

Lova Ya All.
Especially You Out There Holden Down The British Isle.
God Bless Your Beatiful Babies Girl.

Semper Fi.

Ryan. Out.


A short trip up and down into the Authors Grey Matter.
This journey Is Not For The Faint Of Heart.
Save The Judgmental Yak For Your Mamma.

ALBERT KING & STEVIE RAY VAUGHAN
"Born Under A Bad Sign"

(Booker T. Jones / William Bell)

One, two
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Hard luck and trouble is my only friend
I been on my own ever since I was ten
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all
I can't read, haven't learned how to write
My whole life has been one big fight
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all
I ain't lyin'
If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have no kind-a luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Wine and women is all I crave
A big legged woman is gonna carry me to my grave
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Yeah, my bad luck boy
Been havin' bad luck all of my days, yes

In Session 1999

1. (Call It) Stormy Monday
2. Old Times
3. Pride And Joy
4. Ask Me No Questions
5. Pep Talk
6. Blues At Sunrise
7. Turn It Over
8. Overall Junction
9. Match Box Blues
10. Who Is Stevie?
11. Don't You Lie To Me (I Get Evil)
12. Born Under A Bad Sign
13. Texas Flood
14. I'm Gonna Move To The Outskirts Of Town

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"Hit 'Em Up"

[Tupac]
 
I ain't got no motherfucking friends
That's why I fucked your bitch
You fat motherfucker (Take Money)
West Side
Bad Boy Killers (Take Money)
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to (Take Money)
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your bitch
And the clique you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see

[Chorus:]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
You all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
(ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up)

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poisonous gats attack when I'm serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You in the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Sherm high
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air (Air) (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia clique moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You's a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Soften than Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D. I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia clique
Dressing up trying to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're fucking with me, nigga?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

In All Fairness Thursday

Regarding Cliven Bundy and the Clark County, Nevada Cluster Fuck.

I have been a business man since the age of 11 years old.
A very kind wise man, Mr. Levin, tiny, old Jewish man extended me the opportunity to work for him at his giant, around an entire corner news stand in South Central.

After awhile, myself into an early puberty, I became familiar, very familiar with the Naked Girly Mags. 
As well so did my classmates. 
I would sell one page of naked girls for 25 cents. 
If the page was double, naked girlz on both sides, that was a 50 cent sale.

For me to conduct business it was necessary for me to pay Mr. Levin for my product. 
Mr Levin being a very kind man sold me the mags at wholesale.
In other words I paid to play.

Mr. Bundy this nitemare that you have involved yourself in with the United States Federal government is long over due regarding resolve.

Cliven you are in the cattle business. 
Cattle need to eat. 
Graze as it were so you are able to bring your cattle to market for sale.

A major part of this equation is that your business requires you to pay for the necessary food sources responsible in the process of sustenance for your product. 
Your cattle.

Your business Mr. Bundy, just as with any other business requires pay to play. 
Doesn't matter how you slice that pie.
Regardless of what type of business one is engaged in, there is kick up required. 
You need to be kicking up Denaro to someone for the food your cattle requires.

Your mind set brings a question to my mind. 
Because you are saving on cattle feed, do I now receive a discount on Bundy meat at the store?

Regarding your situation I can only conclude as my Mother used to say;

"There is this side. There is that side. Then there is the truth.

I can only conclude Mr. Bundy that for this humble Author. 
I would tuck my tail between my legs. 
Walk into BLM, uniformed in my most humble persona, sit down and work this cluster fuck out.
Bring the Feds some of those great Bundy Steaks.

See Mr. Bundy.
Win Without Fighting.
Choose Your Battles.
Only Battles That You Know That You Can Win.
Thank You Master SunTzu/'The Art Of War'.

Because for sure, without a doubt Mr. Bundy you can not win this battle.
The Feds are not playin. 

You have pissed these folks off in a cyclopean way. 

As well Sir, these already escalated sky high tensions are going to end in tragedy. 
Never worth it. 

My mantra.
If disaster can be avoided, avoid disaster at all costs.

Do the right thing Mr. Bundy before an earth shaking experience takes place.
One that will never, ever reverse it's ugly occurrence and life presence.

Yeah.
For Sure Harry Reid is a walking sack of sewer crap on every level.
Unfortunately there is nothing you can do to change this Satan possessed piece of after birth.

Dirt on Dirty Harry Reid

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Muslims.

When I access this site after I complete a blog I am sometimes surprised, actually shocked at times regarding what I wrote.
Never do I ever think of any apology or retractions.
Except in one case.
This case being just yesterday when I refereed to Muslim people in the image outlining camels and rag heads.

I sincerely, from my heart, apologize for those complete low minded, racist comments.

I have Muslim friends. 

One of my very close, best friends is a Muslim. 
A very brilliant young-man. 
Former Pakistani Army Officer, as well ISA Information Officer.

We hung out quite extensively winter before last. 
One morning we met in a local park here for coffee. 
As I walked up to where Brian was situated in the park he was facing east, laying out his prayer rug. 
As I grew closer a Big Fat White Trash Ass Hole approached Brian just as I arrived on scene.

The Fat White Boy Trash stood in front of Brian and started a tirade that Brian's method of praying was not allowed and that he would have to leave the park.
I immediately interjected myself in front of this idiot and more or less in a very calm, convincing voice, sedately explained to White Trash Hater that he needed to make a real fuckin quick lickety departure.
Which he wisely did.

Then later on, Brian and I attended a Christmas Function.
Brian was seated at a table directly to my right.
I was at the very left corner of my table. 
Across from me was an attractive Blonde Lady, blue eyed, nicely dressed.
Next to her was a Jewish lady. 
To the Jewish ladies left was another Jewish lady than a lady to my right.

Brian was having a blast. 
He had his entire table rolling.

Salads were served.

As I dug into the green, Blondie country girl looked at me.
The wind up. Pitch on the way.

"Fuck all Muslims. 
They must be Killed. 
Eviscerate these Animal's and cut out there entrails and hang them...."

This verbal Kat 9 Florida Hurricane of hateful tirade lasted for... way the fuck too long.

To say I was in complete shock would be a monumental upgrade.
Even though my mouth was closed, I was totally Agape.
When this devil child finished her loud Muslim hate, I just stared, somewhat in fright.
All I could muster in reply was;
"You are very Passionate young lady". 
Needless to say I lost my appetite.

For myself you walking with the Lord, how ever you get with theLord is of no concern whatever to me.
You gettin with the Lord.

That said, The Muslim religion and The Jewish religion run very parallel. 
The Israeli know this. 
Jew, Muslim live side by side in Israel.
Meal together. Kidz play together. On and on.

The Quran  on 88 occasions mentions my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ in Praise.

A very nice young man who runs one of the smoke shops here in town. 
This young man is from Iran.
Iranian people are some of the most educated people on this planet. 
As well, very nice people, at least this has been my experience.

Young man explained to me one day while at his store purchasing tobacco that it is his government that turns passages in the Quran into hate of, well everyone.

He explained that a passage that refers to killing all that does not praise and love Alla.
Not true as the young man pointed out to me. 
What The Quran actually states is that any and all that do not praise God, who instead slanders and demeans God shall die.
Just Like The Bible.
Just Like The Torah.

Like the Jews, Muslims believe in going straight to the Lord. 
Not through another like the Christians or worshiping false idols as in Hindu and Buddhist religion.

A big to each their own.

So to all my Muslim Brothers and Sister's a complete My Bad.
I'm so very sorry for my hostile words regarding Ya All's Godly beliefs.

Regarding this blog.
I'm literally tired of penning this insanity.

Yet, seemingly every day I am sucked into the vortex of  aberration and lunacy that lights my jets propelling me into this chair to sit here and type away.

The truth is if I did not give into this bad habit I would be banking bukoo regarding all of the stack($) piling avenues that I have set up now in the last 4 years. 
Easily a hundred a day in less than 4 hours.

Yet every morning while lying back in bed, in a meditative state, sipping my first cup of dark, dark roast with a tea bag of multi berry green tea.
Once that first cup is empty, I slide out the rack and take position at the kitchen table, set with my second begin the day cup of dark dark roast. 
I like Bustello. 

I Grab the clicker and engage the tube. 
Click on the newz. 
Fox Newz.

It is at that point that I am truly dun for. 
Caught directly in the halogens of the bought and sold.
I am now hooked into the disaster that is beginning it's ardent assent.

This morning Fox Newz featured one of their polls.
How many Americans disapprove of the presidents performance. 

Mainly his lying ways.

37% of Americas do not trust the president.
Really?

Shockingly Very Sad and Pathetic numbers.

If all that was not enough. 

The majority of Republicans would choose Chris Christy, The Lying, Cheating, New Jersey Wanna Be Mafia Fat Man. 
Or as I refer to Mr. Christy. Fat Prick.

Republicans, not even G.O.D. can help Ya All. 
As well you are going to loose the next presidential election unless Ya All finally hear the POP.
That distinct sound you will witness when your heads finally exit your rectal cavity. 

Ya All Pathetic.
I have given up all hope on you morons.

One would think that after getting your ass and genitalia handed to you after the last two presidential races you would finally have had some type of epiphany.
No such luck. 
Again Ya All Gonna let this country down.
Really.

What this blog is all about is waking you, Americans, the fuck up. 
I now see this is not only a lost mission, but as well without any hope.

I present fact upon fact on this site that I firmly believe are frightening regarding politicians, this government and the criminals that run this country.

I present these facts so you, the American people will actually be in a position to initiate the sound of the POP. 

Ain't happening. 
Never will. 

Ya All Hopeless beyond any help. 
As well American people you are literally hated in just about every other country on this planet.

Another acquaintance of mine. 
A young India man. 
His family owns a motel here in town.
Him and I were talking the other afternoon about America and the citizens that inhabit this far flung country.

My advance was that Americans are totally clueless regarding freedom. 
That even in this young mans country of family origin freedom has been fought for over many generations. 
This occurrence is of course related in many other countries where citizens had to fight and die for freedom while in America the citizens just give freedom away to criminal elements that control this country.
Clueless as can be.

At the Vietnamese grocery store the other day I'm talking with one of the owners who was checking me out at the register. 
No Obese, Really, Really Fat Folk here. 
Yeah. I speak Vietnamese.

We started discussing fat America. 

At the end of the conversation I commented to the lady that 67% of Americans, the Obese and Really, Really Fat in certain countries are nothing more than walking happy meals. 
That this disgusting 67% would feed tribes in these worlds for generations. 
She Laughed and agreed.
That fact is for real America.

Myself and my military Brothers and Sisters ask ourselves daily why the hell did we put our life on the line for these morons, the American public.

That is what this site is all about. 
The pharaonic ignorance of the American people. 
Not the political thugs that fuck Ya All over and through on a daily basis.

Honestly.
What this government does or does not do effects me in no way what so ever. 
Never has. 

I have never voted in  my life. 
I came to this conclusion at 15 years old. 
I realized way back then no matter how I sliced the pie the ongoing parade of corruption was never ending and would never change.

In 2008 regarding Obama. 
That would have been my first vote cast. 
Then upon my surmise of research I concluded that based on who this man really is, his close friends and associates I would not be voting for him. 
As always The Republicans gave me zero options.

And the Republicans, again, are going to loose another presidential election based on this parties ridiculous choice of candidate.

Senator Paul.
Seperate yourself from the Idiots that inhabitit The Grand Old Off The Cliff Party.
Because surely these idiots do not give two shits or three fast flying fucks regarding you Sir.

Licho Escamilla.

Mr. Escamilla is on death row in Texas for killing an off duty Dallas Patrol Officer who's only crime that day was showing up at his second job as a security watchman at a local Dallas club.

Patrol Officer Christopher James was dressed in his Dallas Police Uniform.

Patrol Officer Christopher James, working security at this Dallas club was shot and killed while performing his duty by Felon Licho Escamilla.

Now Mr. Escamilla is screaming that he does not want to die.

That Patrol Officer Christopher James death is not Licho' fault due to some obscure, alleged fact that he had a ruff childhood and his defense at the time did not bring up this alleged fact.

Most likely this fact was not brought up at the initial hearing due to the fact that back then this argument was baseless. 
As in a real court of law, in a real country this argument is baseless today.

As well I know Many, upon Many people, successful people who have endured nitemare childhoods. 
Yet these folks never committed a crime in their lives. 
Much less shooting a a Patrol Officer.

Just as this Hokey Smoke defense is baseless today it was baseless yesterday. 
Back then Mr. Escamilla chose The Thug Life.

Lets say Mr. Escamilla you had chosen to become a doctor. 
Your profession would require that at some point you are going to get blood on your hands.

Lets say Mr. Cop Killer that you Chose the plumbing profession. 
You at some point Sir are getting crap on your hands.

You complete Looser Chose Da Gangsta Life. 
At some point you gettin locked up.
You there Cop Killing Ass Hole.

You do not want to die.
Neither did Patrol Officer Christopher James.

Swamp Legal Decision.

Fuck You Mr. Escamilla.

Now. On To The World.

The game of World Domination.

Putin has more than proven that He and Russia are escalating up that ladder at break neck speed.
But to really understand this game one needs to look at the big picture.
The players as it were.

The U.S.A.
Russia.
China.

Russia is not looking nor turning back.
Cash rich from oil and gas exploration and export of said goods.

China.
Cash rich from immense manufacturing of... everything.

The U.S.A.
Cash poor.
In Debt.
Below the broke the line.
Zero Industry.
70% of the American economy is fueled by consumer spending that is just not there due to the arcane and irresponsible government that controls this once great, now broken on every level country.

Myself, having very much knowledge and experience regarding Asia, S.E. Asia and Asian People in general.

Asian people are just about the hardest working, focused people I have ever encountered. 
Mission forward mutable mach.

In fact regarding South Vietnam and Vietnam in general.

First off The Vietnamese people have never been defeated in war raged on their country starting way back in the 13th century when China invaded Vietnam.

Out numbered 200 to 1 regarding man power and weapons the Vietnamese sent the Chinese packing and crying.

Hence The Tet. 
This is The Vietnamese New Years. 
This celebration is based solely on the defeat of the Chinese in the 13th century.

Now add into the fracas and frey up to our involvement in war with the Vietnamese that Japan, Britain, China again and The French over and over brought war down on the Vietnamese, no one has ever defeated the Vietnamese.
The Vietnamese are just very small in physical stature farmers. 

The point is that today Vietnam is a very prosperous nation involved in many different business enterprises.
In fact in the next few years, like South Korea, Vietnam will be exporting automobiles into the United States.

So in this game of World Domination I see Asia and S.E. Asia, cash rich and solid sitting back in the wings doing what Asian people do. Observing.

Than when China see's that the timing is right they will hand the U.S. there bloated Black American Express Card Bill. 
Due Right Now. 
Of course at this point America is fucked. 
We will all be ordering our fry's and cokes at Mickey D's drive through in Mandarin.
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Then China takes over the world.

See America. 
For sure China, I know this to be true, as well the following is the norm regarding all of Asia and it's peoples.
Their perception of Americans are as stupid fat and happy daults. 
Almost hate.


What does all this mean America?
I don't know. You tell me.

One thing for sure here are some of my favorite t.v. shows.

Counting Cars. 
I spent many years of my life actually living the business that is highlighted in this excellent production. Car's has been a lifetime passion of mine. They still are.

Pawn Stars.

Fargo.
Great movie.
Great t.v. adaptation.

Kieth Oberman
ESPN

Last night I tuned in the F.M. dial to a very cool dude.
I at one time communicated frequently with this great man.
Mark Levin.

Yo. Dude.
I listened last night for 30 minutes. 
You killed me man. 
Honestly.
I hadn't a clue what you were talking about.

I was actually catapulted through time warp back to Mr. Polinskies Political Science Class room.
No disrespect Dude.
I hung as long as I could. 
Still love Ya Man.

The heat is approaching through the roof temps here in the desert.

I'm goin through boxes of Walgreen Dulce Duro. Rico Cremosa Nips like Agamemnon is just around the corner.

One would think that consuming 4 to 5 boxes a day of this sugar death would have catapulted me by now into deep, never coming back sugar shock.

Yet I can not add nor keep on a pound. 
In fact I am shedding lbs. faster than strippers casting off garments down at Curves.

Sorry Doctor Z. I'm trying Dude.

Oh yeah World.
Don't forget to click Da Bitch.
Hit those ad's.

To propel this Author completely off the chair.
Surprise me.
Send me a comment.

Don't worry.
Ain't Holding My Breath.

To who ever Marco Polo is that actually did send me a comment today, the wording was all html script.
Sorry Dude. 
That is why I could not, nor did I reply to your comment.


Ryan. Out. 





Did Ya Know In The Hebrew Language there is no word for these english words;
Retire 
and 
Borrow


I thought the following article was interesting.
Let me know what Ya All think.

Halavey. 
Hebrew for;
'It Should Only Be'.



April 17, 2014

Why Obama Can't Explain Himself

By Robert Kaplan

Secretary of State John Kerry evidently runs a tight ship, given the paucity of leaks that emerge from his office. So we know he is organized and disciplined. He is also an energetic risk-taker, jumping into high-wire negotiations with Iran, and forcing the Israelis and Palestinians to the negotiating table -- enterprises that could likely end in failure and ruin his reputation. This is a man with character. By contrast, his predecessor at State, Hillary Clinton, appeared to take few risks and has been accused of using the position of secretary of state merely to burnish her resume in preparation for a presidential run.
But there is one thing that Kerry has not been good at: explaining what he is doing and why to the public. How do these high-wire negotiations fit into a larger strategic plan? What do the Iran talks have to do with those between Israel and Palestine? What is the relationship between the two sets of Middle East negotiations and American strategy in Asia and Europe? The Obama administration has provided the public with little insight on any of these matters.
Why can't the administration explain better what it is doing? I believe the reason is that the administration cannot own up to the philosophical implications of the very policy direction it has chosen. It is as though top officials are embarrassed by their own choices.
The administration has refused to intervene in Syria in a pivotal way, and it has very awkwardly still not managed to make its peace with Egypt's new military dictatorship -- though it does not oppose the new regime in Cairo outright. But it is embarrassed that it has done these things. The Obama team wants to pursue a foreign policy of liberal internationalism, in the tradition of previous Democratic administrations. It wants to topple a murderous dictatorship in Syria. It wants democracy in Egypt. But instead, it finds itself pursuing a foreign policy of conservative realism, in the tradition of previous Republican administrations, like those of Dwight Eisenhower, Richard Nixon and George H.W. Bush. It is doing so because realism is about dealing with the facts as they exist on the ground with the goal of preserving American power, whereas liberal internationalism is about taking risks with the facts on the ground in order to seek a better world.
President Barack Obama and Secretary Kerry are afraid that if they intervene militarily in Syria they will help bring to power a jihadist-trending regime there -- or conversely, Syria will disintegrate into even worse anarchy, with echoes of Afghanistan in the 1990s. So they do little. Obama and Kerry must know that the choice in Egypt is not simply between dictatorship and democracy, but between military authoritarianism that can be indirectly helpful to Western interests and an Islamist regime that would be hostile to Western interests. So they quietly, albeit angrily, accept the new order in Cairo. The administration knows that if it wants to pivot toward the Pacific, it must also attempt to put America's diplomatic house in order in the Middle East: thus, it seeks a rapprochement with Iran and a deal between the Israelis and Palestinians.
All of this is reasonable, if uninspiring. But the Obama team has been relatively tongue-tied because it cannot admit to being a liberal Democratic administration pursuing a moderate Republican foreign policy. It is a shame because publicly explaining some of these actions should be relatively easy. In regards to Egypt, all the administration needs to say is, We support democracy where we can and stability where we must. In regards to Syria, it can warn about the unpredictable dangers that come with serious military intervention. It can explain Iran and Israel-Palestine in terms of America's larger goals in the Middle East and Asia. The more peace there is in the Middle East, the more that America can concentrate on Asia -- the geographic center of the world economy.
Though Hillary Clinton was risk averse, unlike Kerry, she did explain what she was doing. Her "pivot" to Asia may have been sniped at by some experts and pundits. But it was a strategic conception that was somewhat original, and she did, in fact, explain it better than Kerry has explained anything. In fact, she authored a long essay about the Asia pivot in the magazine Foreign Policy. That was rare, since original ideas ordinarily do not come out of government.
Obama has good realistic instincts, but thus far he doesn't have a strategy that he has been able to explain to the public. And without a strategy he loses influence, since power in the media age is not only about deeds and capabilities, but about what you rhetorically stand for. Ronald Reagan was a powerful president in significant part because of his soaring rhetoric. (After Russian President Vladimir Putin annexed Crimea, Reagan would have flown to Poland or the Baltic states and declared, "Mr. Putin, I am standing on hallowed NATO ground!") George W. Bush was a weaker president than he might have been because he was perceived to be inarticulate. Obama is a fine speaker, but he has explained little in the foreign policy realm, and even when he does so he appears to lack passion, as if he is merely reading his lines. This makes his foreign policy weaker, regardless of the inherent strengths of it. And it makes his opponents overseas have less respect for him.
Once again, in a media age, presentation and branding can be 50 percent of everything -- especially if one is on the world stage. If this were not the case, political leaders in both democracies and dictatorships would never give speeches, but would confine their activities strictly to behind-the-scenes meetings.
Obama certainly has material with which to work. Just look at the world today. China and Russia, with all of their problems and limitations, have emerged as major geopolitical rivals of the United States in their respective regions. The Middle East is fundamentally more unstable than it has been in decades, with several state collapses having provided fertile breeding grounds for the most extremist groups. Of course, the United States cannot dominate the world. It cannot kick China out of Asia and Russia out of Europe. And it cannot fix societies like Syria and Libya. But it can intelligently maneuver, affecting power balances everywhere more often than not to its advantage. And one of the ways it can do this is by -- to repeat -- supporting democracy where we can and stability where we must. It can also do this by preserving a measure of global stability through air and sea deployments in the Pacific and Indian oceans. The United States can be the organizing principle for working with Europe against a revanchist Russia. All of these parts fit together. This and much more can be explained to the American people. And doing so would certainly enhance U.S. power, making it less likely to be tested in the first place.

Robert D. Kaplan is Chief Geopolitical Analyst at Stratfor, a geopolitical intelligence firm, and author of Asia's Cauldron: The South China Sea and the End of a Stable Pacific. Reprinted with the permission of Stratfor.