Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street



The Wicked


"I will release 7 plagues down on you. Repent. Repent, Repent".

That is the Lord telling, threatening one of the 7 churches that Ya All at the end of the road. Ya All need to seriously change your ways.

"I am releasing the first plague. Repent. Repent. Repent". 

But Oh The Hell No.

Instead they chose to Naw On Their own mouths.

Let The Unjust Be The Unjust.
Let The Filthy Be The Filthy.
Somewhere in Isiah.

I Will Not Put A Wicked Thing Before Me.
I Will Not Know A Wicked person.
Psalm 101

Following this vapor trail.
What The Lord is saying is that does not even have the time for the wicked.
For the unjust.
For the filthy.

So Humans.
Why do a large portion of you feel that you are the ones to challenge the wicked.

"I Turn My Head and Close My Eyes To The Iniquities and Transgressions Of Man".

So Citizens.
What is the rush to get even.

The majority of Scores are lost in the final Settlements.
Prisons, full to capacity tell the story.

Hey.
Be it far from me.
Maybe you iz the one.
That showz this and that wicked maggot how the cow eats the cabbage.

For The Wrath Of God Is revealed From Heaven Against All UnGodliness and Unrighteousness Of Men Who Suppress Truth In The Un Righteousness

The Thoughts of The Wicked Are An Abomination To the Lord.

Watch Your Tongue.
Cut Off All Negative Thoughts At The Start.

For Real People.
What The Hell Ya All Even Want To Even Begin To Get Up Into The Fracas and Frey Of The Wicked Maggot-tiles?

There are those that walk this Earth.
Whose Daily Job Is To Right Wrong.
Settle Scores.
Remove The Double Poisonous Thorn From The Public's Deep Already Scared flesh.

Day to Day.
Dedication.
Resolve.
Protocol So Defined.
Dictum That Can Not Be Mis Stepped By One Nano Fraction.

"This Is Not Their County".
"This Is My County".

The Proud Sheriffs Deputy Stated Without Hesitation or Any Falter.
Not One Damn Iota Of Doubt.

I've stated various times on this blog that without a doubt.
Nothing To Even Think About.
Certainly Nothing To Analyze.

'Poe' The Tuffest Gang In The City.
On Da Street.
Period.

Let 'Poe' Do What 'Poe' Do.
Get The Hell Out of Dodge.
Let These Brave and Courageous Men and Women Who Put It On The Line Daily Do Their Job.

Cauze for sure.
As much as you dis like wicked.
Law Enforcement Detests Wicked.
This is what they go to work for every day.
For the absolute lowest of pay.
Especial here in the Wild Wild West.
Arizona.

Like Dis.

'Poe' ain't all up in the out there 24/7 365 for the benefits.
They are out there to keep wicked and wrong from crawling up and tightly lodging their maggot infested selves completely up your tail tipe.

When 'Poe' pulls you over for whatever infraction that you already have a litany of lies and excuses erasing your special self from any type of a 'Your Bad' any where in this or any other hemisphere.

Shut the fuck up.
License, Registration and Insurance. 

Please.
Cauze trust me the last thing this Patrol Officer wants to do is walk up to a vehicle in the middle of no where whatever.
Truth be told.
Patrol Officer iz not paying you a social visit.
You Breaking The Law Einstein.

When Ya all up in da crib and decide to get jiggy and stupid with whoever happens to be with you and everything starts to go sideways.
This is the very last call in the world.


A Domestic. 

That these Brave Men and Women want to walk in on.
But walk in they do.
Not a scintilla of a bit of hesitation or question.
Just doing their job.
A job that not only does not provide the best of pay and benefits.
But instead a job that gives not one guarantee that these Warriors of The Street will pull into their own drive way at the completion of shift.

When you are asked to comply.
Break up the hostile crowd.
And your choice is resistance on every level.

You will be disbanded by force.
Or as the new last century phase goes;
'Police Brutality".

Get stupid and dangerous with 'Poe'.
You gettin Brutalized.

Hopefully.
Ya All Hear The Pop.

That Distinct Un Mistakable Sound
One Hears When Their Cranium Exits
Their Rectal cavity.

Feel me?
So far?

Now. On To The World.

I just read this article.
I find this article fascinating for the reason that history, with it's winners and losers always has a way of coming around full circle.

When Dictum and Protocol call for the absolute of  'The Should Be's' and not The Actual 'What Is'.
The path strayed wild from the actual course. 
The 'Should Be' collectors come calling for their Pound of Flesh.

           Or

As the case may be in this situation.
Their pound of Gold.

I've stated before that there will be that most definite distinct time when China presents to The United States the over bloated and fat dripping 'Black American Express Card' bill.

Payable.
Now.
In Gold.

We are approaching collection day America.
Just when Ya All thought it couldn't get any worse.

Ryan. Out.


As Usual.
The following article is provided by the Great Folks at;
Realclearworld.com
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The Opinion Pages| Op-Ed Contributor

A Chinese Gold Standard?

By KWASI KWARTENGJULY 24, 2014
    LONDON — While the 70th anniversary of D-Day last month received a lot of attention, another event, in July 1944 — the Bretton Woods conference, named for the mountain resort in New Hampshire where it was held — was perhaps even more significant in shaping the modern world. It not only led to the creation of what are now the International Monetary Fund and the World Bank, but it also confirmed the central position of the United States dollar in the international monetary system.
Why does this matter for us now? Just as America displaced Britain as the world’s pre-eminent economic power in the interwar period, so, too, the large debts and fiscal pressures confronting the West, and the rise of China and other economic powers, challenge us to think about the future of finance.
For most of the 19th century the British pound had been the world’s “reserve currency,” the currency in which trade and finance were denominated. “As sound as a pound” became a widely used expression. The pound was pegged to gold at a fixed rate of just under £4 per ounce.
At the outbreak of World War I, Britain abandoned the gold standard. You could no longer exchange pounds for gold. The gold standard was reintroduced in 1925, but this, as John Maynard Keynes observed, proved to be an economic mistake.
British prices and, more crucially, wages, would have to be forced down by 10 percent to maintain the competitiveness of British exports. As American agricultural and industrial exports soared in the 1920s and 1930s, the dollar effectively replaced the pound. It was American bankers who helped out the financially strapped Weimar Republic in the 1920s. The British, as exporters of capital, were a diminished force.
By the time of Bretton Woods, the United States held roughly 60 percent of the world’s gold supply. “Think of the gold in Fort Knox,” America’s chief negotiator at Bretton Woods, Harry Dexter White, said. “That is why we are in a powerful position.” He added, “We have the wherewithal to buy any currency we want.”
Bretton Woods fixed the dollar price of gold at $35 per ounce, and all the other major currencies — the pound, the franc, the mark, the yen — were subsequently pegged to the dollar, even though they could not be exchanged directly for gold. This system lasted until 1971. By then, America was under the financial strain of the Vietnam War and Lyndon B. Johnson’s Great Society. With mounting deficits and an adverse balance of trade, America struggled to maintain gold convertibility at the old rate of $35 an ounce. So President Richard M. Nixon abandoned the fixed dollar price of gold established at Bretton Woods (over the objections of the Federal Reserve chairman, Arthur F. Burns).
International critics said that the United States, by ending the dollar link to gold, was turning its back on its responsibilities as the guarantor of the international monetary system. Over the decades, the situation has gotten worse. The United States is $17.6 trillion in debt owed to the public, and large trade deficits are the norm. Yet there is no scope for revisiting the international monetary system, despite great dissatisfaction by countries like China and the Persian Gulf states, which hold large foreign currency reserves. Americans themselves question the security of the dollar when their country faces such large trade and budget deficits.

China’4 trillion in reserves — accumulated through its mercantilist trade policies — give it plenty of ammunition to claim leadership in the creation of a new monetary order. The Chinese, however, are most unlikely to bid for monetary hegemony in the near future. For the past 25 years they have pursued a policy of aggressive export growth to drive their economy. China successively devalued its currency, from 1.50 renminbi to the dollar in 1980, to 8.72 in 1994. (Today the renminbi trades at 6.20 to the dollar, which the United States still considers artificially low.)
Could China someday peg its currency to gold, as Britain did in 1821? China has the reserves to do this, and it could have the political will, if the dollar proved to be unreliable as a store of value in the future.
Of course, Britain’s earlier adoption of the gold standard, in 1821, worsened a sharp deflationary period, during which, according to one calculation, consumer prices fell nearly 50 percent, between 1818 and 1822.
Nevertheless, to its supporters the gold standard ensured British fiscal and monetary dominance during the rest of the 19th century. As the British historian A.J.P. Taylor observed, 19th-century Britons believed that “a country could not flourish without a balanced budget and a gold currency.” Since Keynes, the West has tried to deny this proposition, with our reliance on deficit spending and “fiat” money, backed mainly by the expectation that a government will not default on its debts.
China is not as indebted as the West, but it is looking to “rebalance” its economy by raising demand by consumers, who want to enjoy the standard of living enjoyed across the Western world. Since 2010, the renminbi has appreciated 14 percent without drastically hurting Chinese exports.
Having expanded its manufacturing base and captured international markets, China may well find a world hooked on its products. It could eventually — in, say, 20 years — peg the renminbi to gold, considering it preferable to the dollar as a store of value, because of its permanence and longevity. With a balanced budget and a gold-backed currency, China’s economy could be even more formidable than it is today. Such a move would truly mark its return as the “Middle Kingdom.” Hard as it may be to contemplate today, this scenario would, in many ways, be a more secure basis for an international monetary regime system than the system of floating exchange rates that Nixon inadvertently created in 1971, one that forever overturned the Bretton Woods order.
Kwasi Kwarteng, a Conservative member of Parliament, is the author of “War and Gold: A Five-Hundred-Year History of Empires, Adventures and Debt.”




































































































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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street



The Obvious Defined


Seemingly.



Somehow.



That which is right there.


Can't miss it if you try.


Standing out like a beautiful woman's erect hard nipples through a brief gust of cold wind. 



So very well outlined and defined in every way of shape color and sound.


Not a moment to question.
Everything in it's correct right place.


Back and forth.


Pace to pace.



Thang is.


Ya just can't fuckin see it.



And there you are.



Obviously the who to Ms. Bizzy Biz making her rounds.


Inspecting the troops.


After all.


She just had to be lookin.

Cauze I gotta tell Ya.


Woman high and tight in Her well defined choice of body wrap attire.



But than She just had to go and dun did it.
Who would notice.



"Nice toe nail polish Mamm. 
Green
Especially that shade of green most defiantly looks good on you".

"Well thank you. 
Do you Reaallyyy  like it"?

"Absolutely Mamm. 
Actually. 
I couldn't like it any more than I already do".



"Hmmmm. 
See. 
I've decided to break loose.
You know. 
Doin all those thangs I've never done
But always wanted to".



"Copy that Mamm. 
That Thang. 
Jus a natural progression".



Tick to Tock the seconds into hours in quick jump licketies, advance to the conclusion of yet another work day.



He passes.
So very casually through the not so crowded late in the day business office.


Half way through the front door.


Ms. Bizzy Biz.
Turns ever so slightly.
Profile tightly wrapped up in it all. 


The attire.



She catches Mr. Right Thang.
At the right time


With A


"Dis Somthang Somthang Ain't Even Close To The Finish Line Mr. Big Boy. 
I'm Gonna Make Sure. 
You. 
Gonna Know It Look.



With that not even visible.


So evasive. 


So Male Man. 


Just slight of a glance thrown in less than a quarter nano



"Waitin On You Girl"
The look sayz it all.



Ms. Ever So Luscious Bizzy Biz and Her Grand Exit. 


Slink Dat Thang On Out Da Door. 


For sure not even on the way close side of anything final.

Somewhere way on up into the wee.


Hours.


Mr. Ever So Smooth. 


Silk Ain't Got Nothin On Him.


He Glances. 


Then Smiles. 


Seeing All Too Very Clearly.

Those Green Painted Bizzy Biz Toes.

Now. On To The World.

Judges 1:16

18 Also Ju'dah took Ga'za with the coast thereof, and Aske-lon with the coast thereof.

19 And the Lord was with Ju'dah and he drave out the inhabitants of the mountain; but could nod not drave out the inhabitants of the valley, because they had chariots of iron.

36 And the coast of the Am'orites, was from the going up to A-krab - him from the rock and upward.
And an Angel of the Lord came up from Gilgal to Bo'chim, and said, I made you to go out of E'gypt and have brought you onto your the land which I sware unto your Fathers; and I said, I Will Never Break My Covenant With You.

No.



Ryan' not gettin all up in the Biblical Bible Study Thang. 


I do prefer Kings James Version.



My Bible life is certainly for sure not a by any means strict regiment.


Fact of the matter is I like the Bible like I like the 'Art of War'. In fact these out of the literal thousands of books that I have read are my number one favorites.



As well my Bible interest is a curiosity thing. 
Also something Well...
I do to kill time.
Especially when I am waiting.

The Bible first appeared in my life 1968, January.

I was in preparation of disembarking a Huey Helicopter mid hill Hue City, Central South Vietnam.

Hue being the first of seemingly many deployments in this far fetched far flung war 3 and 1/2 worlds away.
From all and everything with a tint of normality and realty.

Spit. 
Shined. 
Good to go. 
Brand Spankin new.
Just commissioned 2cd Lieutenant. 
Just around the corner,19 years old.

Captain looked over at me. His exact words;

"2cd Lieutenant. Your life expectancy on the field of battle is approximately 18 minutes. You gonna need this".



With that Captain handed me a pocket size addition of King James Bible. 


Never actually holding one of these I opened it up.


Pocket addition drew the page with Psalm 91.


To this very day I carry Psalm 91 in my wallet.



Damn ass fuckin tears on the fuckin keyboard. 


Fuck.
Hold on a sec.  

Awight.

Ever since
On a pretty regular weekly basis I just open the Bible to where ever.


Today was no different.
Just happened to be Judah.

I find this very significant in the way that to me, this defines Gaza, what is transpiring and what I feel the final outcome.
That said.

I do firmly believe that Israel is not even on the way far side of anything relative to the Biblical sense of it all.
Israel is just protecting herself from Militant Terrorist Attack.

From my seat In Da Street.

Hamas some Chicken Shit, Fuck Their Mamma, Candy Ass Bitches for the simple fact that Ya All wanna fight.
Do battle as it were. 
Stop hiding behind your Mammas Fat Ass. 
Bitches.

Putting every day Citizens at death harm risk for their only crime of living in a neighborhood that your Bitchy Bitch Bullying ways has taken from them to carry on with your senseless killing of mainly your own.

I'll be clear.
Bitches.

Real Men. 
Not Hide Behind Cowards Such As You.

Bring their rocket launchers out of the neighborhood and onto the field of battle.
Not locating their weapons and arsenals on the neighbors lawn and hope for Bitch mercy.

People In Da Hood just trying to live. 
Not die while up into their daily routines.
But because of your Candy Ass Chicken Shit Bitch Addendum and Dictum.
YOU. 
HAMAS. 
ARE THE KILLERS OF YOUR OWN.

Hence Force Bitches.
Fuck You and Your MuThu Fuckin Mammas.

Just being real.
100 %.

And the BOUGHT and SOLD WORLD MEDIA Twists It and Turns It and Walks Home With Phat Cash In Their Fat Ass Pockets.

The Real Truth Buried So Very Fuckin Deep In A Crevice They Will Never Ever Find.
Even If They Should Trip Their Fat Ass's Over It.

The parade of the death march continues on footstep to footstep.
Ladder to grave.

Never Ever Enough Fuckin Blood Shed To Satisfy Your Advertisers and Your Cyclopean Over Over Paid Fat Ass Selves.



"Gunny. This Is Ignition Point To End Game".

Fuck Dis All and Your Clickety Clan.

Ryan. Out.




Hopefully.
Not a complete Total My Bad.

Regarding Comments.
I see them daily on different blogs.
I hit them.
Nothing, except the post that I clicked the comment button on asking me to reply.

Honestly.

Dis all too much for me.
I just don't get it, as far as just responding to comments.

Take WordPress Dot Com.
People comment on the blog.
Comment right there. I hit response. Good to Go.

As well I feel Extremely bad that I seemingly, regarding Ya All because of my apparent lack of comment response do not even attempt to read them. The comments.
Not at all the case.

So all that said.
Here is the best resolve I can come up with.
Send your comments to;
psapatriot@gmail.com
This is e-mail that is directly connected to this blog.

For real.
I want to communicate with Ya All.

To the nice man in the middle east that I have stopped communicating with. Here's the reason.

One day I hit your Google+ by total accident.
It went to the people in your circles.
There were exactly three people listed that day.
The very first Peep was Barack The President.

For sure not trying to be up in all dat.

Here in town several people that actually on a somewhat regular and friend based relationship.
Three exactly, have wanted me to start communicating with The President.

Of course.

Without say.

An Incredible Honor on every conceivable level. 
After all He is The President.

As well.

Honestly.

I believe it would be a cool time for the both of us.
If He didn't have me smoked. LOL.

And No.

I am not afraid to Yak With Barack because of what ever I have stated regarding Him.



I'm from Da Hood.


Land Of Da Free.
Home of Da Yak



Just don't do politicians.



This sight is and always has been about 'We The People'.


It will remain as such.



Straight up.


Those in the daily lime light parade.
They all get enough yak time.

There Ya Have It.











































































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Monday, July 21, 2014

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street



My Addiction   /   Da Boy Jus Can't Hep It


That Final Drink
That Last Blast
Never Again.

For sure The Man Ain't Playin
Just Like That
Poof
No Turning Back.

Then It Happens.

The pull starts with the desert breeze.
The west side casting shadows over the cactus laden mountain perimeter.
Twilight starts to pull her Translucent Black Vail over the hill tops.

The cacophony of wild birds calls out to it's own broadcasting nights oncoming final curtain call.

The desert starts her degree dropping rapid temp changes in a brisky brisk rate.
109 Farenhieght  turns her hot self down dropping 4 degrees every 5 minutes until the days oven blast turns to a livable twilight.

The Old Man looks out into the cool cloak desert.
His thoughts start to the beat of an Argentina Tango.
But He holds true to his convictions.
The addiction screams Her Jealous Rage.
Not today.
Not ever again.

But oh the fuck no.

Natures graceful onslaught plays to his thoughts  regarding all previous events.

The battle is on.

But who really gives a shit.
In the entire scheme of things.
It really doesn't matter.

But oh the fuck no.
Just won't let go.

The World sinks her ever so sharp talons beyond all conceivable depth.
Piercing his ancient flesh.

Hellllllllllllll  Nooo.
Not gonna happen.

Yet Additions Seductress ways lights him up soul deep.
Not gonna happen.

And the desert nights Yak harpoons the Old Mans Senses.
He Just Can't Hep It.

The early evening desert cool down graces his old worn body with Her Heavenly Breath.
He reaches for the familiar pen in his pocket.
Out comes the paper tab.
He Jus Can't Hep It.

"What Woman? Whose This Woman"?

"I'm gettin another beer. Wanna nother beer Bobby"?

"Sure Ryan".

"Zoie. Wanna nother beer"?

"Yes Ryan".

Ryan walks towards the fridge.

"Who is this woman Ryan? Is she from Flag"?

Ryan blows off all inquires coming from Zoie's direction.

"Here Ya go Bobby. Here Ya go Zoie".

"Ryan. I've never seen you drink before".

"Yeah. This is the one time out of three, maybe four times a year".

"Oh O.K. What Woman. Ryan"?

"Bobby. Turn back to that ball game", as Ryan totally blows off The Real One and The Only True Love of His Life.

As for Zoie.

She has that;
"I will Knock You Out. On Da Ground".
Look On Her Face.

It's going on 23:14 or for my single lingual readers, 11:14 p.m.

Zoie, Bobby and Ryan are all hanging in Bobby's crib.
Iggy Da Dog and Zoie were walking, taking their final walk of this now passing 24.

Bobby's Studio is located on the back side of the large parking lot facing out onto the street.

On Zoie and Iggy's return Bobby called out to Zoie to come on by.
Zoie walks in the already opened door, then quickly harnesses Iggy's long leash on the inside front door knob.

Except for back lite peeking out of the dressing area and bathroom, the crib is somewhat dark.

The large T.V. set in the Mahogany Amour, sound set low as a Spy movie plays to a seemingly empty room.

In front of the T.V. is a relaxing front room chair.
On the right of the chair is a coffee table then another matching relaxing front room chair on the right side of the coffee table.
Next to that chair was the bed.

As Zoie, non chalant as could be, moves with the fine tune of a well practiced martial artist, She side glances Ryan in less than a lickety glare.

Oh Yeah.
It's On.

Batter Up.

The Wind Up.

The Pitch On The Way.

Fast Ball Slider.

103 MPH Right Down The Middle.

Ryan On It.
His Pimp Hand Strong.

Ryan as cool as the water at 3a.m. sprinkling the cucumber patch.
Doesn't even see her.
Looking right through her body by Ferrari Physique straight at the tube.
Glass couldn't be more translucent.

Zoie takes Her seat on Bobby's bed with Iggy Da Dog at Her Right Barefooted Green Nail Painted Feet.

Ryan walks over to the fridge, grabs three beers, gives two to Bobby, Bobby hands one to Zoie over his right shoulder.

Ryan takes his seat at the far opposite of Bobby's bed looking directly at His Girl For Life.

The Quarter Mile Rails line up at the white line before the centered Xmas Tree starting lights.

This game of Wild Animal Mating Begins.

The Players Rev their Multiple Mach Racing Engine Hearts.
Lights engage.

Red

Yellow

Green

Rubber starts that black squealing burning fire, propelling sky high plums.

"So Bobby, That blond woman with all the Cha Wah Wah puppies still staying here"?

"Hell No. Robert found out about the 8 Cha Wah Wah puppies. Tore da shit out of that place. So her, da dogs, her boy, gone. Robert had to evict them.

"So Bobby, is there anyone living next store to me on either side"?

"So Bobby, on and on and on, Blahsey, Blahsey, Blahsey.

All Ryan can do through all this Zoie ignoring him passion ploy is to just look at her and fall deeper in love by every tick to tock.

"Damn Zoie. You looking good Girl".

Zoie brushes off Ryan with a quick cute closed lip little tiny tini pursed in a Nano smile, then continues the complete head turn away from Ryan completing Her Fast Ball Blow Off.

"So Bobby..."

"Zoie stop. This Man Loves you so very fuckin much. You melt him like cheese on a double steak sandwich. Pleezeeee. Pay this poor old love sick Man some attention. He so loves you so so very very fuckin much".

Ryan just bounces his head looking at Zoie on Bobbys every word. Like follow the bouncing head.

All Ryan can do is stare at Zoie.

Hiz Girl For life through all da thick.
All da thin.
For sure.
Talking collar and leashes. 
Ryan's Alfa Man Hood is reduced to a Bloody Beta Bath.
Bones Optional.

Hiz Pimp Hand has broken in umteen places leaving a limp, less than a stem, hanging from no where

Ryan reaches into hiz bag of tricks.
Takes a shot.

"Damn Bitch.
Comes all the way down here from Flag with me in her truck. Spends my money.
Leaves me in a Herd of three day old Buffalo Dust.

"Woman?
What Woman?
Whose This Woman?
Ryan?
Who Is This Woman?
Ryan?
From Flag"?

Ryan's fire breathing rail, Monster Slicks just about reduced to Rubber Knubs, pulls oh so slightly ahead.




Now. On To The World.

Malaysian Airlines Flight 17.
Boeing 777 shot down over Ukraine.

World saying V. Putins hands are all over this sky high slaughter.
Russian Militant Rebels guilty of the squeeze.

Seemingly.

The World Media has this one Bought and sold.

The Real Real.
The 100 Percent.

The Horrendous Treacherous Murderous Bring Down of Malaysian Flight 17 is all but lost in The Sacrifice of Pawns.

A few hundred plus people die in the sky.
A scintilla of sacrifice on the Global Stage Game of World Domination.

The players all lined up.
Up and Down the board.

In this game of Power.

Without a doubt.

Vladimar Putin is The Stone Cold Leader.
By a Bustillion Football Fields. 
So So Very Very far up in front of the pack.

Taking this lead even a step further up the acreage.

Israel today is closer, much closer to Russia than to The United States.

Without getting real deep.
Russia and Israel' missions run direct parallels.

Lt. Colnel Vladimir Putin, KGB.

Is not on any far flung.
Far fetched.
Makes absolutely not a bit of sense.
Senseless scheme.
On the way far far side of any and all realty.
Is going to risk his Global Prestige and Power Over No Mind Sensless Acts.

What for sure Vladdy is not going to do.
Is smoke 298 civilians aboard a domestic European flight.
No fuckin way.

As well.

What the hell is a Commercial Airlines Flight doing navigating over a hostile ongoing combat zone?

Is it just me?

Honestly.

Malaysian airlines is starting to remind me of the United States own former airlines;
'Air America'.

Not that I would know anything the fuck in the world about that.

What I am saying World.

The stench my fine tuned nose is picking up on is the Pungent Sickening Puke Stained Wretched Slaughtering Act of the one. 
The only.
The American C.I.A.
Their Grease Butt Monkey Feces Are All Over This Bitch.

For the Masters of The Murderous Craft.

Smoking 298 Civilian's to turn the table on Putin The Global Adversary is a Sunset Walk on Bali.

Worse.

Much Much Worse has been perpetrated by these Dark Room Spooks.

So I have been told of The C.I.A.'s Tantrumunous Criminal Romp Through Cambodia and Laos.

Many of these South East Asian Spooks are to this day still on the ground in this far far away haven.

Stacks($) Piled Higher Than Bukoo.

So I Have Heard.

An Aircraft full of civilian passengers.

Tehhhh.

Nigga.

Pleeze.


Putin Way Way Too Smart To Even Consider for a moments fraction anything as far fetched as this killing.


Not Today.


Not Tomorrow.


Not Ever.


Conspiracy Theory?
Bet The MuthuFuckin Farm.


Certainly For The Sure Fact.


Not One Bit Ownership From This Author Regarding Any Conspiracy Theory.


Just Da Real Real.
Da 100 %.


Feel Me?
So Far?


Da Man Jus Can't Hep it.


Ryan. Out.



I certainly do apologize for the triple editing.
After Publishing todays blog.
As I have previously stated.
I do not own a computer. That said.
So far so good regarding the many public computers that I
publish on.
The luck of the draw today opened her wicked jagged tooth mouth and bit my face off.
Sorry to put Ya All through that.

























































































































































































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Friday, July 18, 2014

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Hell's Diversion





"Ryan Donovan. Where the hell have you been?"

"Hey V."

"Like that. Just Hey V. Disappeared off the face. In the wind. 10 days. Just Gone. Not a word. Not a peep. Not a sound".

"Hmmm. I was at a retreat Veronica".

"A retreat? Up in Flag?"

"No".

"Damn you Ryan. Always the arrogant little prick. Your way. Your path. Like it or not".

"Veronica. Please. It's over 110 degrees. I'm doing my very best to just chill. My Momz been dead 8 years now. Cut me slack. Pleeze".

"Ryan I just care so much for you. This has been protocol since we met on Santa Monica Beech at 13 years old. As well I read your blog yesterday regarding TBGNS. I'm so happy for you. You need someone to love and care for you".

"Yeah. 
Right. 
Newz Flash.  
She ain't the one. 
As Usual. 
Went by her crib as she had requested. 
Knock on the door. 
Then she all up in da mood dickety moody mood crap. 
All I heard was I am busy, come back.... 
She still yakking. 
I'm walking. 
As in See Ya Bye.
Damn sure ain't got no time for da bitch.

"Oh Ryan. Poor Thang. You and women".

"Exactly. 
Treacherous as can be. 
Honestly. 
I don't give two shitz or three fast flying fuckz one way or the other regarding all women. 
Celibate nine years and counting. For life. 
Hence forth regarding my life there is absolutely no past what so ever, except you. 
Every day is a day advanced down the positive side freeway. 
Ya ain't today. Ya ain't here. 
Straight up".

"So, where you staying. Are you going to remain in Tucson? Where did you disappear to? Are you alright?

"V. 
I don't know.  
Pleeze.  
I appreciate your concern. 
I'm good. Just don't start with all the questions".

"I just love you Ryan. For seemingly a lifetime".

"It has been a lifetime V. 
You My Dawg. You My Homey. Ya just Female".

"I know. I just worry about you".

"I appreciate that V.
 Honestly. 
Every night in my turbo toss and turn sleep. 
I make a decision to sign onto this blog sight the next day. 
Then sign off.
'Ryan Sean Donovan'
1948 - 2014 .
Then just like the Dark Brew Coffee and Menthol Top Rollies I'm at the college dropping a peck. 
Just another fuckin addiction. That's all this is"

"Ryan. Your just lost in a writers cramp. You don't talk about politics. World affairs. I believe you miss that subject matter".

"Nothing could be on the farthest. 
I would prefer Napalm Cornea Injections with a Rectal Exam Float than to even ponder writing about this just about gone world and the treacherous conditions of things. 
I've stated, wrote and screamed all I have to say.
Honestly.
Regarding this world. This planet.
I do not give 4 shitz and 13 fast flyin fuckz. 
I have spent 90% of my life doing what I could never have imagined doing in my wildest dreams.
90% of my life doing what I never ever wanted to do.
This is my 10%. 
Anything remotely connected to the past is not even a nano of a thought. Except, again,  of course you.
As well this blog is the past. 
It was my outlet. 
My therapy.
My joy.
Now it is the Hell Bound Strings of Deathly Addiction".

"Phew. 
Ryan. 
You ain't playin. What are you going to do?"

"Don't know V. 
What I do know is that in the Hebrew language there is no word for Retire. 
As well no word for Borrow. 
That said. 
I'm gonna get a real job. 
God has blessed me in so many ways. 
One is my health and the ability to just keep going. So there Ya have it".

"That's it?"

"That's it's".

"Just like that?"

"Just like that"





Ryan. Out.





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