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Sunday, December 14, 2008

years 29/10/10

ODE to the TSA
11/29/10 Thanks "Christmas Bomber or was it the Underwear bomber?"
I write this to regain my sense of humor while pondering the loss of our Constitution and the media whores.

She looked in the mirror, She was flying to New York City. She was putting on her city cloths. She had been without a man for two years. Two long and longing years. She was so warped by her husband getting her best friend pregnant and then leaving her to make a nice happy family while she went down in flames. Rage and ripping grief. If she had of had a gun - she knows who would have been first to die. She now is trying to pick herself up. After two years of celibacy she actually considered trying a women. She had never even thought about it until she accidentally came upon a porn site on her X's old computer. " Maybe I could?" She now knew the threesome on the computer, made her moist and ready to grab her the toy that a friend had given her with a note that said, "For when you are ready to get back in the saddle.". With a cute card of a women mooning the city of New York. She was wondering if that was what made her want to escape her mid west town of three thousand. Nobody was even available, not to mention No one made her want to grab him. So for six months she planned her trip. She was going to get her some no matter what. She was So ready.
Her skirt was mid thigh and royal blue. Her medium sized round full breasts were cupped in her new wonder bra.

She put on her tennis shoes before she left the house and she put on her long rain coat that was a slick silver and tied in the front. Her cashmere sweater was a lightish blue. Her hair, she dyed black the night before. Pretty good job. She looked asian from the back except that she was five foot eleven. She worked at a school in special education, so usually no one thought
Mary Rose McCormic was the least bit sexy, she hid her smoldering lust well.

She looked some what normal in her big hat,sunglasses, tennis shoes and raincoat. She pet her kitty fourteen times to indicate how long she'd be gone for. One of the aids at school, Chelsea, was going to stay there while she was gone. Last minute, she found her toy and thought I don't want Chelsea to find this. So she stuck it in her large coat pocket. not thinking security check. She decided not to wear her new thong. She decided to start the trip knowing that she was ready for a mile high fantasy. Maybe her toy in the bathroom would be the place to break it in or maybe, just maybe she wouldn't need the toy.

She was taking a flight to Leguardia that left Sioux City at nine pm She got to the airport at six. She went to the bar after she parked her Honda and drank three margarita's while thinking "A girl has to do , what a girl has to do." She was thirty two in two days. She saw a man looking at her and she decided that it was time to unbutton her trench coat revealing her round cleavage heaving as she breathed in the heat of desire. But then a women walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Dang" she thought.
She did a pretty good job with her make-up considering the restroom mirror.
She put on her new boots with three inch heels. She zipped them on. They went past her knee. Garter belt for fun. She looked in the mirror and let her coat open past her breasts. She decided to lower her sweater to reveal a little lace and more boob. She looked in the mirror and wanted to kiss herself. Then she felt her pocket. Awe....
She looked around and saw the security camera in the light. She decide to do a bit of theater for the camera. not believing that anyone was really watching , but the thought made her moist and ready. She cupped her own breasts. Listening for the doors. and exposed a nipple. she had just enough to lift her breast and give it a kiss while she gyrated towards the sink. UMM she repeated in a deep breathy moan. The faucet? no the toy. she lifted her skirt a little for the camera as she dropped her lipstick and bent over for a show while she thought about where she wanted to put the toy.

Josh said 'oh baby - We got something that will wake you up Jon." Jon came over and looked at the monitor. Jon was the supervisor. They had watched couples in the restroom, even lesbians and gay men had been stashed on DVD"S for a potential money makeing operation that Jon and Josh were thinking about, but this was a league above those. This was hot. This was "who wants to help her?" scramble. Jon said he'd go down and have a little 'talk' with her. He brought his handcuffs.

She looked at her watch and stopped herself just as she had turned her toy on. "I gotta go."
She left the restroom quickly still with a rosy glow and breathless breathing.

She got in line and opened her coat revealing soft cashmere black lace and her round edible mounds of glistening breasts. The men could smell her. She was on fire. she intentionally backed into a six foot seven basket ball player rocking her hips into his crotch as she apologized. He had to stop himself from grabbing her hips and bending her over. He thought "this is a set-up. No, No No." He held his luggage in front of his bulging nine inches and smiled at her. "Oh baby he thought" biting his tongue to make him think about something other than bending her over for a public spanking and romp.

Jon had wispered to his underling that he wanted to make sure the new machines were working. He wispered in his on and off again girlfriends ears for her to get Shirely to take her place patting people down. That he had seen a "security threat" She new the code. It was for their new busness plan. It meant set the camera's up. Get the room ready. Close the curtains and turn on the mic.

She obeyed her boss/ boyfriend/ pimp to the tee. The lights were dimmed and she even put some background music with a pulsing base on in the background. She then went to the bathroom and changed into a skirt no panties a sexy bra and lipstick. She tucked her hair into her hat. She was feeling the juice of excitement moistening her inner thigh. They hadn't done this yet. But ever since the new strip search machine they had their plan. They were making collections of various people. Umm She never would have thought some of the nerdiest looking men were the best endowed. They already were swingers and were needing to amp it up a little for thrills. She radioed Jon and said she would be in room two to witness the pat down of the 'security risk'.

Sophie was having fun, until she saw, Mr. Miller from side view, looking up at the flight monitor. She closed her jacket and turned her back to him hoping he wouldn't see her but then she thought, his wife's not here. " Maybe he could put me back in the saddle." She usually never fantasized about married men.

Josh was the multimedia wizard He had an editing program where you could change the faces on the video feed. You could modulate the voices by adjusting the speed of the video. He even had it so you could make the cloths appear different. Purses could be made anonymous. They even adjusted the Airport Name on the wall. Wow. They'd be millionaires by next year. That was their plan.

note I decided not to go on with this, because the characters start taking over my thoughts and it is not appropriate for my line of work to have those thoughts
floating around. Plus I know the fantasy with erotica is that. The empty grossed out feeling of sex without love leaves me void and feeling dirty and the sex is never as good as when there is Love. then all the juicy stuff
I'm not deleting this because the supervisor is probably really out there. thinking about the risk/ benefit ratio, its all about the money honey..

Saturday, December 6, 2008

15 year old teaching his mother to let go

My Son


I wish so much for you

I wish freedom

and love and health

I wish that your brilliance shines

that your wisdom takes lead

I cry

I am standing on a wire

How do I reach

the true you?

You did not call

all my mom programming of worry and control

I know the worst

I heard the sirens

The floating raincoat

is etched in my mind

I want you to be healthy

I want you to thrive

My fears for you are loud and screaming

I am sorry that they scold and grab

I need your help here

understand my tears

but above all there is I Love you above All you are loved

you want to make wise turns

keep the light on Forrest

keep the light on. Call me.

12/06/08 04:45:46 AM

Monday, December 1, 2008

walk the line june carter johnny cash - Google Video

Notes on the Oath breakers"

April 7 2012 adding my two cents:
I feel like this is to dangerous to post but doing it anyway Plans within plans. Packed and ready to go for tomorrow. Will there be heroes? will they thwart the distraction planned, the slight of hand? What is the flavor of the day? I would say HAARP TECH to make it look like bombs. Receivers set to receive and the ones who turn a blind eye and allow electricity to these stations are responsible in my estimation. the charge of all stations should be set so that they cannot exceed a certain voltage. the ones in charge should be arrested.... Oh dear. oh dear. (( )) along with the other parasitical crazies who see humans and nature as commodities to be traded and discarded.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

old Naked women for Peace

wish he were a Smirk instead of the President for the next couple monthe

when George W. gets tht little smirk
know he thinks you can't tell he's lying and he knows it


Thunder On The Mountain

Thunder on the mountain, fires on the moon
There's a ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon
Today's the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow
Well, there's hot stuff here and it's everywhere I go

I was thinkin' 'bout Alicia Keys, couldn't keep from crying
When she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was living down the line
I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be
I been looking for her even clear through Tennessee

Feel like my soul is beginning to expand
Look into my heart and you will sort of understand
You brought me here, now you're trying to run me away
The writing's on the wall, come read it, come see what it say

Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum
Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music coming from
I don't need any guide, I already know the way
Remember this, I'm your servant both night and day

The pistols are poppin' and the power is down
I'd like to try somethin' but I'm so far from town
The sun keeps shinin' and the North Wind keeps picking up speed
Gonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need

I've been sitting down studying the art of love
I think it will fit me like a glove
I want some real good man to do just what I say
Everybody got to wonder what's the matter with this cruel world today

Thunder on the mountain rolling to the ground
Gonna get up in the morning walk the hard road down
Some sweet day I'll stand beside my king
I wouldn't betray your love or any other thing

Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches
I'll recruit my army from the orphanages
I been to St. Herman's church and I've said my religious vows
I've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows

I got the porkchops, she got the pie
he ain't no angel and neither am I
Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes
I'll say this, I don't give a damn about your dreams

Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be
Mean old twister bearing down on me
All the DUCKIES of Washington scrambling to get out of town
Looks like something bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down

Everybody's going and I want to go too
Don't wanna take a chance with somebody new
I did all I could and I did it right there and then
I've already confessed – no need to confess again

Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north
I'll plant and I'll harvest what the earth brings forth
The hammer's on the table, the pitchfork's on the shelf
For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself

Copyright © 2006 by Special Rider Music


Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Don't reward the idiots who got us her1e

MY thoughts

Wait untill after Obama is in

Let them go down to a little before they are in bankruptcy

have leverage

then buy the car companies

and give the majority stock to to the workers

listen to thom Hartman's Economist who wrote the 'New Golden Age'
Fire the heads of the companies.

Get a supervisor instead of a CEO

Friday, November 14, 2008


Heres something that I am playing with

Imagining myself in 10 years. It could be 5 or 2 years whatever

Myself on the pinnacle of potential the most enjoyable ray

then I ask myself to invigorate my path

to show me the way

I ask all assistance

the holy spirit

and the angelic ray

the Earth the sun the moon

the Universe in its wholeness

show us the way

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Lecture One reference Lesson


Just <>

Justice can only be > when it is tempered with the Spirit of Love

Laws can be made calculating capital

build them prisons big !

spend our money to line the pockets of a few

and then the poor get tied into\

the jobs managing the prisons

so it becomes a net of self interest across the land

what is in our self interest is in the interest of All

think of it

the interconnectivity of life

Back to the rubber band ball of the collective

constriction when you are down in it

go to the edges

jump off the edges

I find

an obvious fact

that most are in agreement not to see the

fluffy wondrous clouds put in a mechanical line
they dissipate into a metallic hue

A muted sun message> beware

but .. it still is one half of a beautiful day

Thursday, November 6, 2008

july 15th 2010 The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
T.S. Eliot
TS Eliot pruoffe?
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats 5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question … 10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go 35
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— 40
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare 45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all— 55
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 60
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
It is perfume from a dress 65
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! 75
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while, 90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— 95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while, 100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
. . . . . 110
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use, 115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old … 120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me. 125

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

adding on May 9 2013 My little comment deemed inappropriate for the surface of this blog... Just a little preventative predictive mumble off the top of my head going with my rambling desire to help with a grand shift that is upon us... make it a gentle by using Neptune as a guide. Plans being set for May 20th Obviously. If I were serving and protecting and following my Oath to defend the Constitution of the USA I would be watching the bridge today. eclipse time is a likely time that the Un-illuminated will try their dastardly manipulations.

Here is what I was up to before the election

(note to blog: IS<> IT<> A <>Coincidence<>? that San Juan County was one of two counties that went for
Jason Osgood for Secretary of State ? The Attorney General and the Secretary of State's numbers looked like they were democrats in most other counties and who was Bob the One who Doris was waiting for his call, the call was dropped when put on hold and then he called again at about 5:20 pm on Nov. 3 it sounded like Doris was arranging a pick -up and was told of two parcels one in a box and one in the bag. I was behind the wall when the call came in and
Doris and Li bbey and Karla were in the office. Doris (the Elections Supervisor) said something about the (I forget what she called them exactly) read outs I think in each parcel the box and the bag a half an hour later Doris's husband Fred came in from Orcas with a bag of ballots.)
My main concern with the elections at this time is chain of custody of ballots and the flipping of votes for the Secretary of State and the Attorney General. Take a look at Sam Reed's Secretary of State Web Site WA State. cloudthunder 11 -6-o8 )

Sent to San Juan to Prosecuting Attorney, Randy Gaylord:

Fw: I am looking for alliances where ever they can be found.
If you are trying to save the county money and are attempting to cover the auditor's rear, the easiest and best way would be to have an open and transparent process. I am dedicated to election transparency and so far feel blocked.
Here is part of what I have sent to the ACLU :
Hi , i want a hand count audit of our optical scan machine, the auditor doesn't see the need. why not? we aren't a big county, about 12000 registered voters of which close to 1200 were declared "inactive" after the visit from the secretary of states office and not 90 days prior to the election. I know you are busy but this needs response by monday, November 3rd because of the RCW which I need to find again that says the canvacing board has to ask for the audit count before the election. Thanks, Nancy Brickman plus we are the bar code test county
and Robert Gates was on the board of 'Vote Here'
who instigated the bar code on three corners of both sides of the ballot which disregards the mandate of a private ballot.
I know this isn't an issue with you but would you please forward this to the rest of the Canvasing Board? Thanks.
Sincerely, Nancy Brickman
there have been other agencies contacted also.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

The Seattle Times | Seattle Times Newspaper

The Seattle Times | Seattle Times Newspaper

YouTube - Obama Acceptance Speech HQ (Part 1) 11/04 - Barack Obama Victory Speech November 4th 2008

YouTube - Obama Acceptance Speech HQ (Part 1) 11/04 - Barack Obama Victory Speech November 4th 2008

full obama victory speech - Google Video

full obama victory speech - Google Video

YouTube - Creedence Clearwater Revival: Have You Ever Seen The Rain?

YouTube - Creedence Clearwater Revival: Have You Ever Seen The Rain?

YouTube - Down in the River to Pray

YouTube - Down in the River to Pray


I am putting this in March 29, 2012
collected WH contact March 27, 2012r ecapitulation darpa wh lines of communication
Open office mine

Have You Ever Seen the Rain.... Credence Clearwater

"Have You Ever Seen The Rain"

Someone told me long ago, there's a calm before the storm.
I know, and it's been comin' for some time.
When it's over, so they say, it'll rain a sunny day.
I know, shinin' down like water.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
comin' down on a sunny day?

Yesterday, and days before, sun is cold and rain is hard.
I know, been that way for all my time.
'Til forever on it goes through the circle fast and slow,
I know, and it can't stop, I wonder.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
comin' down on a sunny day?

Feb 18, Full moon 2011 talking to Pluto and Jupiter and harping on my ascendant in my chart sun in early Pisces

If the under cover spies would all be a new line of work -( maybe work in one of those slave labor camp prisons ), instead of wasting our dwindling resources on spying on our communities. (I know grants seem like they are free.) Its wrong and without an old school, perverse and unscrupulous Supreme Court we all would know that it was unconstitutional. so yes, you were the first to be spotted that I haven't named so I hesitate now because crack should be busted. so I have let you ride across my view with out a lot of angst
along with trench-coat ear guy and now the Superintendent's ways, I see highlighted the issue of a possible embedded potential for a police state - American Style. not fun. not funny but makes me
crazy like a hawk.

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Saturday, November 1, 2008

suit jacket

Linen suit jacket hissed at me

its hard to describe but he definitely hissed

Lies fall like jewels from their mouths

mistakes etch thru my writings

like the 90 day thing which I read somewhere

I need to watch my finger pointing

back off and look at my own motives when I am spinning like I spin

I really want to work with my people on a specific search

all could be smooth and safe and stepped up as far as the true magnificent

creative eden harmonious with all


I want to travel sometimes

to DC and New york and to Cities around the world

four times per year and a long mid winter vacation warmth

I write my dream job life

editor. understand me

great mentor of an editor

I m falling to sleep

my writing reminds me of throwing up


not this time!

Friday, October 31, 2008

feb 8,11 notes of a haunting dream

I am going to bounce on the limb for a minute
I kept on dreaming about charges- explosive charges in my ceiling
Then I saw in my minds eye- between sleep and waking- men on top of a building- setting charges explosive charges in a mass array on top of a large rectangle building that wasn't snowy. The building had many large bubble skylights The men were in space like suits- chem protective suits. Between six and twelve of them. doing a job...NASA came to mind but it could be the suits that made me associate them with NASA. South East or South West - TEXas ? not clear at all. They are home grown - militia contractors who have already gotten away with mass murder. Terrorists by design to control our population. OOPS

who were the watchers today and who was folded cold eye talking to suit jacket?

What will we do ?

what would you do if you felt like us?

that we are on the edge of flight or the deepest dive

little birds depend on the breath of the wind

and the warmth from the sky

we remember what could truly be

adding on June fourteenth two thousand fifteen
depressed, or utterly incapacitated because I am mute, quiet and don’t want people to say I’m crazy or arrest me because I am such a pain in the ass around here.
How many times have they attempted to take me out? Many is all I know. Lately, I have been feeling overwhelmed with physical and emotional pain and I start thinking why not just fly, get the fuck off this planet? Leave it to the snarling ones, Satan’s minions who think they are Patriots? /
I need to describe, and be deemed a terrorist because of my description, what has been happening in my town for the last fourteen or so years.

The first operative that I met was Bill. Hippy dippy easy relaxed, Bill. A 'distributor' then married or so said to Julie. When she moved up here she got married to someone else. Bill's the one that I told that I was feeling like 'they were going to do something soon" about a week before 911 he thought that it would wait until after Christmas.
Now, fourteen years later, we have troops of spies on this Island. They look like a church group. Phones always in hand, energetically easy to spot, (do I say how to spot them here? Not yet) I think I need to start naming names, because of the Taxi incident. Abe used to work at Market Place as the head produce guy. He is diabetic, and suffers, he is a nice guy, but is a ear to the ruling network.
There is Rubin and Linda and her husband. They think they are knighted ones/ and very important brownshirt, ignorant cudds. I could point out the initial magazine lurking watchers. I don't care to get their names, I know their energetic signatures.
If I were to point my finger to the instigator of it all I would say it is Robert Gates, VoteHere)who has Gaylord as his point man, along with the Auditor and her husband working as a team.
Before the second Iraq invasion, I went to Washington DC with Peggy Sue, to protest. October 25, the sniper was taking people out in DC. Paul Wellstone and his family was murdered the day we arrived. I asked a Taxi cab driver, if he was afraid of the sniper, he was from Pakistan, he laughed and said, why worry they can only kill you once. I loved that. They caught the 'snipers' the same day that Wellstone was killed. Which story lead? Which story drowned out the other? the sniper story of course.

here is the story that seems apparent in my matrix....
We have a under ground economy of trillions of dollars. We know that the day before 911 Rumsfeld testified that two trillion was missing from the Pentagons budget. Afghanistan is a source of drug money that the DOD and the independent contractors smuggle all over the world, and then use this money to control sections of the public sector in all communities in our nation. A privatized army is in place, ready to tourch whole swatches of our nation.
All of the Industrial Complexes are tied to this parasitical illness

Halloween elections patrol calling all cars

Dear Randy Gaylord: sj county prosecuting attorney on the canvasing board
It was nice to meet you.I hope you will understand the importance of making double-sure that all aspects of our votes are protected, from chain of custody to tally and transmissions of votes. the old saying "fool me once.." comes to mind (2000 and 2004).
eerily, on Jon Stewart - The Daily Show-they played a clip of GW Bush, a few years back, saying that "we need to bring the Central Government to all small communities" or something to that effect. Add Robert Gates having been on the board of "Vote Here" doesn't help my sense of ease about the
brad freedman

bar code side entrance steal. I want to rest easy and sure that I did every thing I was called to do, to ensure a accurate and true election in this great County.
Again, It was nice to meet you and thanks, Nancy brickman
ps I know that we all want what is right and true.
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Friday, October 31, 2008 7:08 PM
Subject: Fw: hand audit required. spoonamore voting - Google Video

Dear Milene, OCTOBER 31, 2008

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Belated I am sure

Thank-you for your patience today.

I will be brief. It looks like you will need to do a manual audit before you certify the election.


Nancy Brickman be well

Washington Revised Code RCW 29A.60.185: Audit of results.

Prior to certification of the election as required by RCW 29A.60.190, the county auditor shall conduct an audit of results of votes cast on the direct recording electronic voting devices used in the county. This audit must be conducted by randomly selecting by lot up to four percent of the direct recording electronic voting devices or one direct recording electronic voting device, whichever is greater, and, for each device, comparing the results recorded electronically with the results recorded on paper. For purposes of this audit, the results recorded on paper must be tabulated as follows: On one-fourth of the devices selected for audit, the paper records must be tabulated manually; on the remaining devices, the paper records may be tabulated by a mechanical device determined by the secretary of state to be capable of accurately reading the votes cast and printed thereon and qualified for use in the state under applicable state and federal laws. Three races or issues, randomly selected by lot, must be audited on each device. This audit procedure must be subject to observation by political party representatives if representatives have been appointed and are present at the time of the audit.


  1. Doris the Elections Supervisor

  2. Randy Gaylord

----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, October 13, 2008 2:41 PM
Subject: spoonamore voting - Google Video

Dear Milene,
It was nice to talk with you the other day before you had to rush to the ferry. I want to implore you to watch this video. I think that it would explain to you why I am so strongly concerned about our elections these days. I ,as I am sure, as well as you want to be sure that this election has all eligible votes counted and the only way that we can be reasonably sure of this is to have random audits. The logic test is not enought - as you will understand after you view the Spoonamore statements on these videos.
Thank you, and may things go smoothly for you.
Sincerily , Nancy Brickman 378-5356
po box 1641

halloween four years ago

foggy drizzle mutes my mood of optimistic fantasy
my daughter, Heidi, says, "Don't doubt for a minute Mom
Obama will win. "

I mumble , "If it doesn't happen again"

Four years ago today, I was in NY City. What a city!
Then on to DC to the Election Protection center.
I Rode the train from Union Station thru the night and got to DC
in the wee hours the day before the election. I was broke, probably had 15 dollars. I was tired
and my heart was defeated before the election officially was cast.
I visited Saint Matthews Church and wept.

I was assigned to cubicle to call voters in Ohio to ask them how things were going. some got mad some said they hadn't received their absentee ballots, I told them who to call, the election protection hotline. I didn't feel like I was doing much and I didn't have a place to stay, I felt like had this big ache in my heart and felt like I didn't want to cry in front of strangers, so after I ate the pizza and tacos that election protection provided us, I slipped out the door made it to the Subway and headed to the Airport. I remember only one time on the trip I felt the shadow of danger and that was when a white guy was flanking me , keeping to my paces and who seemed to have something in his jacket that I didn't want to see. So I slowed to let a group of people catch up with me and blended with them.
I made it to - Reagan International. with no money, no place to stay, no flight out and a rinky- dink surreal airport. I looked for a place to prop my feet onto my luggage and rest, after being laughed at for crying at the ticket counter, because there were no flights out until 6 am and the tears leapt from my throat after being kept down most of the day.

The weirdest thing , the thing that still haunts me was there seemed to be no security out at the wings of the jets. there were these guys out there that were doing things by the jets engines with out lights beaming. All I could see were there legs. Oh my God, I thought, The worst would be so easy.

I moved because I was on end of the airport and the polishing machine was keeping me awake. Mid airport, I set down a series of chairs, plopped down and propped my head on my luggage. I remember waking up to people who were dressed like custodians moving towards me, I could see them in the reflection of the window. When I moved they retreated. That was strange. It reminded me of a flock of wild animals realizing that a human was in their midst. Oh well, awake for the rest of the night, I made it back to Seatac feeling rescued by my mother, fed by her and put to bed. I woke up in time to see the traitor Robert Novak on CNN talking about it looked like Bush was ahead in Ohio. Then Bush's Bones Brother Kerry conceded. betrayed
we have been betrayed, and tody HAVA has made a steal of votes easier than ever. I don't trust the system, I do trust that most US Citizens don't intend to be living in a third world police state
where the dictator of the world lives in Dubai and where a third of the population has been culled
to get the remainders to behave. I do have faith that the direction has to change. I am hoping that it won't be a violent change. I think I should heed Heidi's words and not doubt, for a minute that Obama is going to win.

Just Foreign Policy - Iraqi Death Estimate

Just Foreign Policy - Iraqi Death Estimate

Monday, October 27, 2008

lesson 4 tyfyny lament

I lost my Tyfynny Lament

Its floating around the house somewhere

Heidi grabbed it

I wrote it under the Prompt 'I don't remember'

So what I was just thinking about and hoped would come in a melody of words

It was here but I lost it in my comment above, let's see

Lesson 4?

Ritual is an imprint into the collective

it can then be accessed

even thow it is spose to be secret.

It is an open source library

in the Library of all things thought of

and contemplated and ripples with an imprint

pulse of multicolored lights

imprinting the DNA of our dreams.

The collective says no to ideas : secret and dark

WE shout yes to the ones that sing

and the collective must be heard, this time

bravery, courage and high esteem is the key

10/27/08 01:56:54 PM

Saturday, October 25, 2008

I think he- Biden- was talkig about ythe Republican elite neo cons were going to test Obama.

Image:Burmese Buddhist Temple-White Marble Buddha.jpg - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

April 20, 2011
And then Greg: he sits because he is confined to a collapsed body and watches everything that I do in in a criticizing efficiency expert who is frustrated because he can't do the things that need to be done in the garden and kitchen, so I shrink like a shamed little girl and collapse in the sun and I realize that I have the same feeling of why I left him almost forteen years ago. Forteen years ago around February I got pneumonia and realized that I had to leave (he had said something mean to me when I waa struggling to breath and had a coughing fit. I was considaring calling the EMT's in because I couldn't breath and he peirced me with words) I dicided then, that this was not Love and felt like I'd die if I stayed. So I made my plans and left in June. We are friends - deep friends - but we never functioned well as partners.

I wrote this in may 2008


why are we acknowledging the name change? It is Burma. Is it so we don't notice

the stead of the force destroying a culture , an ancient culture, the force that is practicing for the thrust of militaristic corporate society here, for 'freedom' and for our own good. For our own good they secretly experiment over and on our heads.

Weather Modification, mind modification, All together now. Don't see the obvious. They can control the population with the threat of starvation. Fear. Ooooh scary. It is the best and only means of control over humanities innate force towards Freedom. Freedom of Spirit.

So if we can understand the phrase : the only thing to fear is fear itself. We can move away from the Paradigm of Empire. Which is the shriveling concept as we leap in growth toward the power of spirit.

On Obama

secret service , a man and a women plot together. They need to be taken away put in prison for treason, but I'd put Cheeney and Wolfowitz and Chertoff all in prison for treason and hand them over to the world court -if I was in charge.

The women has light brown copperish straight hair that is an inch or two below her shoulders parted slightly on the side , sunglasses - of course. I don't get a read on the male except he is close in whispers to the women who is his superior.

The connection to the Family is obvious if someone cares to look. Careless lacking large hole in security. Someone needs to fill the hole

It leads directly to the lady in waiting and the ex president first man wanna-be. Michelle Obama is a target too.

A Wellstone Moment. Rove 'together again'.

How does one get around a totally corrupt Justice Department?

05/12/0808:34:40 AM NWB Cloudhill

Friday, October 24, 2008


31 When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory:
32 And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats:
33 And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.
34 Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:
35 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.
37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?
38 When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?
39 Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?
40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
41 Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels:
42 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink:
43 I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.
44 Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?
45 Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.
46 And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.

Hear Revelations Read Aloud

Lesson 3

Have this guy read the bible to you
as you pay attention to your body
especially your upper chakras

ground down to crystal center especially lower three chakras
and 4th thru 7 u
ground up to the 8th the portal to the center of the Universe

Let the Earth take and transform the programming of your body and make the lessons into a gift of truth and light, forgiven
Let the heavens infuse your body into understanding of light, and love and joy
after letting go of all that fear Have that guy read and ask for understanding and forgiveness.

I am talking to myself here.
Blessings to you and you and you and you and you and you
say it and allow the pictures of the major players to arise and understand

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

I am Sorry

Thom Hartmann (KPTK 1090 ,Seattle) is talking about people who accuse others of being anti American or traitors and the like as being way out of line., It kind of feels like he's slapping me around over my comment below- not that he read it- but on a cosmic level I feel chastised...... well , I do believe that stealing our votes is an act against the USA and therefore is anti- American and traitorous – not in a leagal 'kill-em' sense - but I do feel that the use of the word filthy, was out of line.....I am sorry, I just get a little tired of it and when I am tired , my anger rises faster than when I am awake and feeling good about things.

The sun is out. No signs of Chem Trails and though I am tired, I am feeling good and hopeful.
We have a close Govenors race and Secretary of State iup for election. I don't think that they could get away with stealing Washington for McCain. we are on the 'Left coast' after-all.

I keep thinking about that song 'I'd like to teach the world to sing..." then coke a cola got a hold of it.... Id like to buy the world a coke.....that makes me think about governmental drug running.....
This is a free write.....we are not supposed to know or talk about certain things....because we will then be counted as Conspiracy Theorists....and that is un-American.


My Elections suggestion for next time, here in San Juan Count Instead of having bar-codes, have water marks that would make it troublesome for the filthy traitors to tamper with. (Do you sense a bit of bile coming from me?)
Get rid of voting machines and count ballots by hand and in public.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

listening to the radio

A sadness permeates

October 21, 2008


what a novel idea

sex for rent ? I like the way the broadcaster sounded so disgusted. He probably gets his rent paid for reading sensationalist material.

How far will it go?

the riots of the idiots

the ones with lead poisoning and heavy metals


easy marks

easy manipulation

they just have to be scared a little

you can tell them anything
make them create a movement built from hate
maybe devolution is one of the laws?
I doubt it.

On the Election:
Why didn't Election Protection do anything four years ago?

It should have been big news.
Now we are stuck with people believing the
Democrats litter box election machines
don't look at the obvious! you are just a paranoid weirdo, 'Liberal"
tree hugger, socialist, fascist,
We need the ninth circuit court involved now now now now now now now !

thats my dream

If I could make a commercial for Obama Jon Stewart
I would have someone imitating McCain "I am a Maverick"
and take everything he says and fill it in with Obama is a maveric
Sarah sleeps with a terrorist fill everything they are accusing obama as and showing the truth about John and Sarah and their friends.............
that would get mccain in your face mad. Perfect

Monday, October 20, 2008

I am strange or better put "fraaky"

7/17/11 Henry's bday

my paranoid perceptions or really real?
A couple who come off as church church church, of the fundamentalist bent, were taking pictures of me while I was talking to Lloyd on the side of road. After driving by them waving my middle finger by accident, I decided to ask them if they were taking pictures of me. She said no, she was taking a picture of a garden. There is no garden where her camera was aimed. Does that count as bearing false witness? I thought 'thou shalt not lie' was a part of the ten commandments - the ones I learned. I wish that I wasn't hyper vigilant. I need to work on it. it pisses me off. I do not believe that kind of surveillance makes our country safe but only sets us up for a police state. It is the way the Fascists always start. Make people paranoid of their fellow man. It especially enrages me and I will not avoid confronting Zombies who think they are doing the Lord's Work when they are really minions of the lower realms.. The thing that keeps us safe is the vibration of Love and Freedom, as a real and palpable vibration. Instead I feel like warrior women ready to fire, it doesn't help anything. So I should forgive and let them go, but I am not there yet.

added March 3, 2012:

So I keep going over the little interaction- klutz dance and then the blush (I forgot that I occasionally blush) I want to explain
I assumed that you two were part of the spy network.
so I flashed my wad of twenties to show that there was a wells fargo slip within
you teased I laughed I like a guy who makes me laugh

and then the Journal's door being locked - how strange?

The forth amendment has been canceled ( ie mail opening) and you all took an oath -for shame - for shame

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Lesson 2

the tails of old

called upon as the protectors

or in ignorance we chose

depend upon the old ones

as our guardians

the Christ is lead

Angels on our flanks

and behind us

the untold


the history of the ages

and August 25, 2007

Captain John Frueh went missing soon after he blew the whistle about live warheads on the jet he and his crew Oregon and all 5 in his unit died in separate accidents
John was the captain who flew the armed nuclear warheads across our country and then blew the whistle. Air force, Weatherman mi Wingman His whole crew died in "accidental deaths"
Below came from:
PORTLAND, Ore. (AP) - The body of a missing Air Force captain from Florida has been found near Badger Peak in northeast Skamania County, Wash., Portland police said Sunday.

Acting on a tip from Portland police, Skamania County authorities found Capt. John Frueh's rental car about noon on Saturday. They quickly began a search and rescue mission and, with the help of search dogs, found Frueh's body near the vehicle about 5 p.m., the Skamania County Sheriff's Office said.

Authorities said foul play is not suspected.

Skamania County is located in south-central Washington along the Columbia River Gorge, a popular spot for hiking and other outdoor activities.

Frueh, 33, came to Portland late last month to attend a friend's wedding. He last spoke with family on Aug. 30.

(Copyright 2007 by The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved.)

"Even to the death fight for truth, and the Lord your God will battle for you." -Sirach 4:28

adding April 4th 2011 computer hack suspected or noted
circo Americana picture

It doesn't go to anything and is used more for DNS checking and hardware identification than it is for visiting.
It's all fun and games in a Team Fortress 2 battle until your sentry gun is sapped by the Spycrab!

Hi baby baby with the spear stuck in your pineal gland. You can't see using your rational mind. All you see is demons but they really come from you and your thinking. Screwing with people because you get paid or because you are trying to be 'acceptable' to your master. Not the true. Not the truth. But master of the lie. so you are fn with us. We are here. and you can't understand it, or the power of it. So it scars you and you want it gone. chicken shit. worken for the opposite of what you signed up for. You break your Oath daily. This is a test and baby doll you are failing it.

see August 14 2011 blog post.Max's shooting makes me want to post that I got the same two cards that I got with the murder of sharon Hammell when I drew tarot cards for Landis drowning (parse the blog). I've been haunted by it. and didn't want to post it because I feel a bit threatened myself. I worry more about my family, but I feel protected and I know that if something happens, It will end up as part of the dance for the greater good. And I will stick around the planet with greater force. and there will be justice.

Saturday, October 18, 2008



now the bad ass back wood

mf bastard has a block

a distraction

for his plan to be laid

“To-odd “the voice in the background screeches

rile up the drooling wrathe

and the beat goes on

and blindly the lifers

don't care about the hell of war

don't matter if ya kill em live


womp ya gonna take a long time to figure out that there are many fronts to this operation

sickness , weakness of the masses , cultivated with the sky

two- the drooling wrathe

the underlings to Satan who call themselves saved


the rich who pimp the people

use em as chattel

postal anthrax here it comes

DC wizards think they are

the wizards have arrived and can stop it if allowed

check -it -out- what a plan

lightning striking twice

how about three times

the snarling one , a captured mad dog

limping towards non existence


what a cost.

The media owned and trained to be good little Nazi's who turn from the sizzling truth

the obvious the economy

the free soldiers

who are trying to survive

we need to win this one

the crossroads have arrived


08:46:30 PM

Lesson one; close your eyes

get into your body

look at the programming blah blah blah

then look at the matrix of the collective

like rivers on a rubber band ball

swirls and eddies


drop to the lowest or the fly to the highest

Fear is the lock, the stumble, the sin

its what ropes humanity to the railroad tracks

with a train coming soon

then rise above the collective

rise to eternity

where there is no fear

only what it is baby

only what it is

joy baby joy

a note from the future about observational vibes wrote June 16, 20 12 I forget what the next phase is called but COG is a part of it. I believe that the date is June 24, 2012 ( a definite hit to watch - they are moving fast like ants. cells of armed ants. the way to fish is using ease on radio - cell waves between cars. ) looking at a possible massive false flag disasters - man craated to look like mother Earth - the contractors are on the move to be in place. that is how you know where. that is how we know where to look. track the trackers.... set for this month so there. added june 17, 2012 6:14 pm

Election blues...greens yellows and black

a great American hero , we thank you.

when will they be arrested?
treasons known
a ticking clock
the reason for the torture
was set by the torturers
for today
when will they be arrested?
before or after the damage is done?

Letter to the Editor

For this election, I am asking for a random and periodic audit by using a hand count. This is a way to check the accuracy of the computer count, assuring everyone that the vote is accurately counted. A manual audit has to be decided by the Auditor before election day and each measure has to be counted separately. Since we have a close election predicted, I would ask for a hand count of the Governor, Secretary of State and President . If you doubt that there are any problems with computers counting our ballots, google:You Tube Stephen Spoonamore and watch Spoonamore talk about the implicit risk of voting with computers.

If we do manual hand count audits we could be certain that the Hart Computer system

is counting our ballots accurately. (Why do we need computers to count our votes anyway?) How fast can you count one hundred pieces of paper? If the Secretary of State discourages this,, it is all the more reason to do it. The RCWs state that there can be a manual audit if it is planned before the election. There are only around 12,000 registered voters in the county (eleven hundred of which are on the inactive list and have to go
in to the elections office to get their ballots), Without a manual audit you just have to trust. As I have been trained, “ Trust but Verify” Please contact the Auditor; Milene Henley, at 378-2161 and urge her to do daily random hand count audits of our ballots this election cycle

Thanks, Nancy Brickma


by Sage Francis
album:Healthy Distrust

(When I first got in to magic, yeah.)

When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's like "pick a card, any card..."
If I shot my full load with the first hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the David Blaines
I'd be swimmin' with the sharks, mouthes full of razor blades
But I'm not, I got out of that game - Escape Artist
I talk 'til I'm red in my face with strain polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves, I...
play through the pain and remain conscious
Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
Even one-fifths of some of this shit I made progress with
I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests
After years of pullin' rabbit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not revealin' any tricks of the trade
It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed, I've just been misworded and misinterpreted, it's...
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half

You See I never payed attention
But I can't afford to laugh
'cause I'm lookin' for my break and an autograph for my cast
but I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd
show a little bit of audience participation now
When I say hip (what do I say?)
You, you say shut the fuck up we ain't sayin shit!!!
And I'll respect it
Check it,
Got a flair for the dramatic exit
A fashionable entrance
Late to my own arraignment (Oh!)
The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this art, your broken heart is my pallet
While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talent
That's why you still live at home and I bought this house off my parents
I'm getting ahead of myself (gettin ahead of myself)
I see the hair on my back (see the hair on my back)
I'm 'On The Road' reading Kerouac
It's poems versus better raps
I think to myself
What's worth remembering
Verses defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods?

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart but the sentences stand on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed, I've just been misworded and misinterpreted, it's...
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my writing assignment
But none of this is getting told in confidence I reckon
I spin confidential records just to hold the listener's attention

I'm a veteran of spatial relationships
I clip ya wings to fit you in, head-shrinking magician
Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist
Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics
I lost acquaintances in a morgue of lady friends
I gender bent the heaven-sent angelic devil-boy, and God's androgynous
I'm lookin' marvelous but looks CAN kill
And you're unsure about my sexual orientation still
Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangement
The vault is vacant
They're all looking for fault or blame
I called my agent
The moment that I caught the train
I let him know I'm going nowhere, and he's invited
If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it
But this is my burden to bear, not his
And I'm a psychic without a sidekick holding the future hostage
A loose cannon standing on the rooftop with
A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too much

Escape Artist (x 5)

I'm in two places at once

Escape Artist

I ain't slept in months

Escape Artist

I'm just trying to get away
Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby

[Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
No magic in the break
Ain't no magic in the breakdown ba-by]

Escape Artist]

[continues in background]

Sage Francis:

(Pussies, you're scared to shoot me in the heart!
You know it's too big, uhh!
Fuck, I gotta bulletproof heart, hit me baby.
I'll never fall in love with you, ever!
If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)


Make some noise for Sage Francis ya'll!