Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Yippppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. It's Friday

For sure.
TGIF
G.O.D. be my witness.
It's been one tumultuous week.

Seemingly.
Everyone walked away.
Most importantly of course.
I had breakfast the next day.

On going event 60 plus years.
Been told by medicals best that I have another 60 years to look forward to.
Hell of a lot of breakfasts on the horizon.

I ain't gonna lie.
Thank God I'm not a gambler.
Cause it's been against all odds.

I've been told by friends and relatives that I live on the edge.
The very damn, almost transparent part of the edge.
They do not know why I have never fallen off.

Honestly.
I never even thought about all that.
Just ain't that deep.
Life happens.
I react.
So far.
So good.
I hardly have any gray hair.

Enough regarding me.

Regarding the Homeless.
Most importantly.
The new out of control growing to typhoon strength in numbers homeless.
Growth in this now the new onslaught of Peep's In Da Street.
Shameful for the very fact that these Americans are hitting the street faster than then June Bugs hitting the windshield in Keokuk, Iowa in the summer time.

To say that this number has grown exponentially in the last four years is a Brobdingnagian understatement.
The most unusual of all suspects to have to experience this living daily hell.

Again.

This country should be horribly ashamed of itself on the most reprehensible of all levels.

The real criminal lurking in the woodpile is non other than EVERY, CROOKED, CORRUPT, LYING THROUGH THEIR TAXPAYER PAID FOR TEETH.
These Grease Butt Monkeys Can Only Be America's Politicians.

These dissimulating little pricks have RAPED the Social Security Fund with more veracity and frequency than a Boise Hooker.

In this case the innocents only crime as it were.
Be it on the far side of any earthly, conceivable realty.
The crime of showing up every day.
Day in.
Day out.
Surpassing in the giving it all department.

Doing their part and a whole hell of a lot more.
Never asking.
Never questioning.
Following the rule book to a letter.
Walking a razor thin line of protocol.
Working their ass's off. Some before they even hit their teenage years.
Raising families and paying taxes.

Most of all.
Trusting without even a hair of a fraction of a nano of doubt in their beloved country.

Truer than blue.

In God and Country did they trust.
Trust in the people they believed in and elected to make absolutely certain that all continues to go well.

And Thanx to each and every Grease Butt Puss Face Lying Double Sword Tongue Blood Sucking Maggot Politician, these Great Americans are calling The Hot Tarmac their new home.

Sold a bill of goods telling them that at the end of the journey all this cash will be waiting for them.
Social Security.
Raped.
Beat Up.
Pimped.
Skin Eviscerated Right Off Da Bone.
Cellulose Deep.

Welcome to Da Street My Peep's.
Senior Citizens.

But Oh The Fuck No.

God Forbid.

Can't have any homeless Convicts on the cement.

Perpetrate crime after crime after crime.
Rotting in prison in style due to the tax funding that feeds the U.S. prison system paid for by who else, Senior Citizens.

When jammed out of the slammer these morons on their own  head to Tucson, Arizona.
The home of a plethora of schiester attorneys who will procure SSI for these small brain dick-less assholes.

I say small brain for the simple fact, regarding the Caucasian prison population, the majority of these Einsteins possess an IQ of 70 to 80.
To pull off a successful crime one must possess at least a 152 IQ.

But being the hard workers these mental midgets are they will continue to go back and back and back again to the life of crime.
Talk about dogs returning to their vomit.

For a third the schiester lip service will procure these guyz $700.00 to $735.00 a month. 

For life.

Now.

Add into this Monte Hall Game Show Prize Equation.

Free rent for 3 years. 

Maximum Food Stamp Amount.

Free Medical For Life.

On and On.

By the way this money is no way at all part of the Social Security Tax Fund.
Oh The Fuck No.
This little game prize is part of The General Tax Fund.
Paid for by.
Yep.
You guessed it.
Us and Senior Citizens over a lifetime.

We all are aware of what a United States of America Veteran has to go through to receive their promised, than lied to about actually collecting of said benefits.

But the most beautiful part of this far flung far fetched stench ridden atrocity is this number.
52%

This staggering number represents the statistic claiming the realty is that this many convicted felons will go and commit the same crime or a much more horrendous crime in a maximum of three years. 

The only proper realistic defined title for these outstanding citizens is;
'Voter Base'.

But Hey.
A few million homeless Senior Citizens.
No Big Biggy.
Gotta love it.

I'll preface.

I am not.
In any way.
Shape or form.
A fan of Mao Tse-tung.

That said.

When Mao came to power.
One of his first agendas was to round up all the criminal, dissidents and haters totaling approximately 3 million.

Being the fair Chairman Mao he was.
All the presumed guilty relieved a trial.
All 3  million were found guilty.

These guilty individuals were escorted out of court by two Red Chinese Police.
One 'Poe' on each arm.

The destination was Room # 7 to pick up all their personal effects and documents of their newly guilty selves.

They came upon the door of Room # 7. 
The Red Chinese Policeman on the prisoners right would open the door, lead the the prisoner through the threshold.

The Red Chinese Policeman on the left arm would dis engage the prisoner.
Then put a 45 Caliber Round into the back of the prisoners head.

At this point the Red Chinese Police would drag the now newly guilty newly dead prisoner to room # 11 where this hapless defendants family awaited for his personal effects.

The Red Chinese Policeman then would present the family with a bill for the 45 Caliber Round and Burial Instructions that if not carried out to the letter. The entire family would have their day as it were in court.

For the entire time Mao was in power.
The crime rate in China was.
Zero.
I'm just sayin.

If all that wasn't the fuck enough.
Death Row in America is cryin alligator tears.
By Da Bitch Load.

Seemingly.

Death By Lethal Injection.
Ain't all itz cracked out to be.

Honestly.
A large large dose of cyanide.
Under 7 minutes.
Off the shelf.
Onto the ledge.
Out the window.
Through the tube.
Gone Sally Gone.

            OR

Murdering Convict getz a choice.
Hey.
Can't ask for more than a choice regarding ones own death. Right?

Hanging 
      or 
Firing Squad.

No Drugz to Procure.
No formulas to mess up.
Nothing to measure.

Slam Bam Hangin Shootin Wham.

Make your opinion count.
Contact the Swamp. Let me know.
I'm holding my breath.

Now. On To The World. 

I just finished reading the following article.
For myself, I file this one in the 'What Else Iz New Draw' in the giant file cabinet of life.

Europe has ALWAYS been the major bastion of hate regarding The Jews. 
Centuries upon centuries.
Germany leading the pack. 
I know for sure that statement does not fit well with all my German readers.
Apologee Guyz. 
Dis Da Swamp. Truth Be Da Truth. Alwayz Tonz of Swamp Love Ya All.
Just being 100%.  Thats why Ya All read me.

Honestly.
I have for the life of me never understood this hate for The Jews.

Sincerely.
I have never understood any type of hate regrading any people because of their Religion. Skin Color. On and On.

My Father after a few glass's of scotch would begin telling his stories of how He and His Marines freed two Jewish Death Camps.
The description of what my Father witnessed brought Him a lifetime of horrible sad tears.
Then the scocth glass' would begin their shatter ending flights.
Here we go again.

In both Hebrew and English the words;
'Never Again' 
are etched in blood like statement on 3 of Israel' Nuclear War Heads.

השואה... לעולם לא עוד.    Never Again  The Holocaust.

 

 

As The World Churns and Burns.

 

 

 

The Tail End

 

 

Yo.

Faggot Gay Government Hackin White Boyz.

Where Ya All Been?

Summer Vacation?

Cauze I Ain't Seen Ya All In Awhile.

Then Today.

On One Of The Many Computers I Access. 

The Words. 

The Screen. 

The Entire Shootin Match Began The Hack Crazed Dance Across The Screen.

Thang Iz.

I Have Access To More Computerz Than Ya All Have Appendages Combined.

Glad To See Ya All Back.

Truth Be Told.

I Believe Ya All Some Kinda Swamp Fan Club. 

Datz Awaight. 

For Sure Ya All Not The Only Peep's Reading Da Swamp On Da Down Low.

Welcome Home Boyz.

Ryan. Out.

 

Eli Lake

Europe’s Jews Punished for Israel’s War

As the fight in Gaza wears on, anti-Semites across Europe are attacking the continent’s Jews under the pretext of protesting Israel’s politics.

Since the beginning of the current war between Israel and Hamas, eight synagogues in France have been attacked. In Turkey, President Recep Tayyip Erdogan has asked for Jews to apologize for the actions of the Jewish state. In Germany, a prominent Muslim imam gave a sermon asking Allah to kill all of the “Zionist Jews.”

The atmosphere in Europe since the beginning of the war has been so toxic that the foreign ministers of France, Italy, and Germany on Tuesday issued a rare joint statement condemning anti-Semitism at pro-Palestinian demonstrations.
All of this presents a troubling paradox for Zionism. The state of Israel was founded in 1948 as a haven for Jews. But in 2014 Europe’s anti-Semites have attacked Jews for the deeds of the Jewish state.
It is a classic anti-Semitic canard to punish any Jew for the perceived crimes of all of them. There is no evidence also to suggest that if Israel did not respond to rockets fired from Hamas, the Jews of Europe would be any safer or the continent’s anti-Semites would be any more tolerant. After all, some of the worst attacks on Jews in France occurred at a time of relative quiet in Israel.

But during a war that has claimed nearly 700 Palestinians and far fewer Israelis, Jewish leaders in Europe say their communities are being held responsible for the actions of Israel.
“If you are a French Jew you should not be responsible physically for what happens 4,000 kilometers away,” Roger Cukierman, the president of the umbrella organization representing the Jewish community in France known as CRIF, told The Daily Beast.
Cukierman is also concerned that in some circles the media have portrayed those attacks as being spurred by small groups of young Jewish citizens who have formed self-defense organizations. He said these groups did not represent the community and he opposed vigilantism, but he also said their role in the attacks has been overblown.
“I am shocked when I hear journalists saying if the De La Roquette synagogue was attacked it is because of the Jews,” he said. “This is propaganda. We had eight synagogues being attacked. I am worried about the fact that synagogues are being attacked and not worried about these self-defense groups.”
Victor Eliezar, the secretary general of Greece’s federation of Jewish community groups, said he had not seen in Greece a rise in anti-Semitic attacks like that of France, but he had noticed a trend in Greek media to delegitimize the Jewish state. “I think the continued use of propaganda, the continued use of using the Palestinian blood, is a tool against Israel, but I worry it will arrive also to the Jews,” he said.
The chief executive officer of the World Jewish Congress, Robert Singer, summed up the problem as follows: “I think Jews in Europe are being seen as Israeli.”
Most countries take a special interest in their countrymen abroad. But in the case of Israel, it has a special obligation to protect the Jewish diaspora. Throughout its history, Israel has helped airlift vulnerable Jewish populations in countries like Yemen and Ethiopia to safety. The state also secretly aided the immigration of Soviet Jews to Israel during the Cold War when such dissidents were refused the right to leave the Soviet Union.

After all, some of the worst attacks on Jews in France occurred at a time of relative quiet in Israel.

Israel also considers in its military planning the potential for violent retaliation not only against its own citizens but also Jewish populations abroad.
Amos Yadlin, a former head of the intelligence directorate for the Israel Defense Force, told The Daily Beast that Israeli defense planners do take into account whether and how military actions will affect diaspora Jewish populations. But he also said that it is only one of many considerations Israel leaders weigh.
“The general mindset in Israel regarding its responsibility towards the diaspora is based on three principles,” Yadlin said. “The first is Zionism—you are all welcome to join us. Secondly, if you’re not interested in joining, we try and help you through your government, and advise you when advice is needed. And third—if your government is unwilling to help, and there is risk to your lives, we will try and help in any way we can.”
With the rise of anti-Semitism in Europe, Yadlin said it ironically makes the case for immigration to Israel much stronger. “The threats imposed to Jews by anti-Semitism in Europe are not a surprise to us, Jews have been suffering from them for centuries,” he said. “The irony in it, today, is that it encourages Jews from countries like France to immigrate into Israel, thus making it stronger.”
There may be something to this. The Jewish Agency for Israel—which encourages Jewish immigration to the state—estimates that 5,000 Jews will emigrate from France this year to Israel, the highest figure of French Jewish immigration to the country since its founding in 1948.

But for many Jews that choose to remain in France, they are expecting the country’s police to protect them.
“We are French citizens,” Cukierman said. “It is the duty of the French government to protect us.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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
Da Real Cheeze

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.”

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.

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.