The import thing for Transcendia to do is to prevent Nuclear Holocaust . I like that holocoast mis-spelling Holocast. Holacast. Holacoast. Hola. Apocalypse.
Prevent the Apocalyptic Riot!
PREVENT THE APOCALYPTIC RIOT.

I can sell my name, and that is better than making nothing from it as is the case when it gets stolen. I did say on Linked In that I wanted to sell to Disney. I want to be adult Disneyland. Disney and Elon Musk will merge and take over Texas one day.
However Mr. Musk might not want to bother with Texas because they, like New Jersey want Tesla to toe the line and sell so they get a bigger piece of Tesla.
It blatantly looks like that to me. Texas in Brownsville is geographically good for rocket launching.
I learned that Rocket Launching is something you want to do close to the equator.
Tesla, oh Tesla.
Now it and Space X have the great salesman as head guy like Chrysler over again with Iccoa and business school talk being true that the head guy is the buy.
Elon is a buy.

Today
I am a disgruntled reject. I and my team are rejected outsiders from Space X.
I was told to try again, and try harder.
The thing is that I am old and in the wrong place entirely.
My way is to try for awhile, and then give up.

My friends are my enemies here.
I find I and others do not really want or will allow me to give up.
If I give up, who will they have to fight with?

There is a new library that looks like the inside of HAL the Space Odessy computer.
That means the library is just a warehouse, not a real library.
I worked in the MCC Student Library that had some really fantastic books I would never have thought to ask to see, but stubbled on while working the stacks.
One book about something had an all steel cover.
It is probably stolen.
All common things get stolen these days.
When I worked the radio station at WQFS it was disturbing how as soon as you discovered some great music, like “If 60s were 90s”, it was stolen.
-And there went my 40s…

My 40s went away into Rochester, NY, Fort Lauderdale, North Carolina, NYC, and then they were gone and I got married and settled down where I try still and then give up.
Getting incredibly sick in 2008 didn’t help.
The world started down the wrong rabbit hole in 2008 on its own, and I developed a fantastic inherited disease.
There have been operations.
I am better.
A love of life is still in there. Honor to the parents and ideology means one loves life. There is a twist that the loose screw of Pierre had going in the love of death that is a part of being the Mason.
Pierre, Pierre, is just the best. Pierre is the ultimate lucky man.
A good thing I could discover would be the trigger for my illness.
Was it the dust of the decayed insulation in the house we renovated? Was it the weeds that made my eyes water and caused me sneezes.
Was it the stupid face of the placid young black cow?

Going forward we have to get ahold of Venus and Mars and Earth and beyond. I said it before and I’ll say it again: I’ll respect Catholicism when they put real money into colonizing the Solar System.
That is a joke, since the birth control issue problem solving time to prevent mass murder and the love of it, mass death, went by in the 70s when Nixon was the US leader.
I can’t get over that.

I did get a Harvard education without going to the University.
My mom got me a job recording all the ecology lectures at the University of NC in Greensboro, so I got a Gore education without the means to do much with it.
UNTV was what Gore ought to have worked for, but he got Current he sold to Al Jazerra, which was odd for it was like the TV channel was the equivalent of an airline name that was made of gate rights.
The planes don’t matter as much as the gates.
Long ago I was told by Harold Colodny that it wasn’t at all the planes, but fueling the planes was where the continuous money was.
Ambition or corruption is what puts a gas station out of business.

The Driving Captain Story

Yemessee is a small town on the coast of South Carolina. By small I mean small. By the time I was in my early thirties I had some sense. I had sense to get to be in my early thirties and the story of my life is as good as any soldier’s. Churchill had an interesting life.
Covert combat was what I was in.
So there is the hutzpah and hubris, or over the top characterization of myself to say I had a Churchill education.
However I had take then job down there in Fort Lauderdale Florida at Business Air Center and was always around there. I didn’t have much of anywhere else to be really.
If I spent my paycheck I would go and hang out and make tips.
Try that at McDonalds..
Things came up.
I ought to have focused on flying more but did have a writing career in my mind and did get the offer to go to Toronto and do The Inspector Gadget Show which put my pilot training on the back burner.
I’d started that late anyway.
I became an isolated anarchist like a mentally more healthy Abbe Hoffman and his group being a stay away from too much cocaine.
Further I wasn’t as much high profile.
I am ashamed that I was born late in the Baby Boom.

There was a broken plane in Greensboro. There was a broken plane in Baltimore. This delivery job was really dangerous. They picked me to do it. I got to take a partner. I, being full of common sense picked a mechanic Ron.
I was going to be driving an old truck on a long distance with a heavy tall load.

We put a R-2800 Pratt and Whitney and a Convair right Starboard Tailplane on the back of an old Deuce flatbed truck with two 55 gallon drums of gas behind the cab. I got petty cash and a credit card. Maybe it was 500 cash.
You know I really wish I had had a movie made of this for it was a real adventure. I was right at weight and the thing stuck up by then to thirteen feet and 2 inches maybe. It was tall as an 18 wheeler at least, and all chain dogged down on a pallet with the tailplane complicating the rigging.
It even looked dangerous.
Some old fool at a white clapboard metal drink sign store sitting in a rocking chair said, “Yeah daddy had one of those he put on a tractor.”
People will say some stupid shit to make you look at them won’t they?

Back then they delivered national papers by airplane. Checks to banks were delivered by airplane to upstream banks. A lineman, ground service ramp rat could hitch rides in the night on these planes. These jobs were jobs for young pilots. The lack of carnage in the night is a testament the skill of these unknowns who either moved up, or out, or taught, or became insurance sales persons.
Everybody who ages out, or sees their industry change so much they haven’t anything anymore to do, is supposed to become an insurance agent.
i really did know that I was supposed to become an insurance agent.
I didn’t want to become an insurance agent.
Creating an insurance company, I want to do that for Transcendia.
My sister who is an underwriter doesn’t want to do that because she says it is too hard.
Starting an insurance company isn’t something one can do by yourself, even in the inherited big money class.
You need to be planned for dead to make a good insurance company founder, just like the founder of a nation needs to be, so it all fits for me.
Now.
It didn’t work that way before.

So the reason there were airplanes flying freight around at night was to deliver newspapers. Specifically the Wall Street Journal had to be delivered and Florida Aircraft Leasing had 11 Convairs that did that up and down the East Coast.
Parts wore out and there were things that happened.
I had had to get another job once I became miserable and needed to break up with a woman who I was living with and was seeing other people and doing a lot of downers and worked at the same company so I got the owner of the company to hire me away from that ramp with promises of a good job as a “Supervisor” and went to Florida with my bicycle.
Poor working people don’t get laid much in Fort Lauderdale.
We live in a car culture.
That is some of what it is all about.
I really ought to have had a glamorous life as a race car driver.
I really did drive well and fast too.
Driving heavies was something as well I could do though it was different and I didn’t like schedule and routine and slave wages.
i don’t know how people survive.
Really the poor have to all clump together in compounds.
Living by yourself is something for people who like to camp out.

But I am trying to recollect the route.
The place that needed the engine was in my home town Greensboro, NC, and the tailplane was in BWI. (Baltimore).
I think what we did was drop the engine off in Greensboro, and then go to Baltimore and then come back and put the engine on the Convair and then go back to Fort Lauderdale.

The thing I am reconstructing is the near death experience in Yemessee South Carolina where I made a point of stopping in for a cup of coffee at whenever I did that Fort Lauderdale and North Trip, that I did from now and then in my late twenties to early 40s and then no more.

Ron was a great guy as are many mechanics, unless they are perverts. There is a percentage of filthy perverts in any industry. Once you get out of the working classes people do tend to be cleaner and smell better, or don’t smell, unless they are Dutch.
I think the Dutch are less odorous now.
The Dutch used to not ever tip and be odorous back in the 70s and 80s of which is when this story is supposed to be.
Eventually I did put the engine back on the Convair, but it was part of the loop.
I got it set the second time pushing it onto the firewall stud bolts out there on the Greensboro ramp where Burlington had a big hangar and ramp for their CL-44 operations.
The main mechanic I did that with, he smelled bad.
Yeah.

Ron was heavy set and civilized and not a pervert like some smelly other pervert drunks were who were otherwise fine.

Same time as this stuff there is American Psycho going on.
There have been some newspaper delivery jobs wiped out.
You need to have investments and insurance and inherited businesses in real estate and you need to have a big group of people you hang out with and depend on.
You need to build and live in a compound situation.
People are supposed to be tribal.
The Buffalo disappeared.
The Indians didn’t have a diversified portfolio.

I have trouble getting along with lots of people, and even too many cats.
My friends are loners too, really.
Everybody disappears.

But life is an adventure and we want to see how it turns out and that is what news and newspaper fortunes are about and come from.
If you are a newspaper delivery person it is known that you, you, you are Presidential material.
Now that there is no real reason for newspaper delivery I don’t know how anybody gets the proper training in much of anything.
We have lost this great training ground for youth now that paper newspaper and paper airplane delivery of things is of greatly diminished requirement.
It is terrible.
How do people get trained as Presidential material?
My Hero US Grant delivered fireplace kindling.

So We stand there a second before we get in the truck and take off. Really it looks like a dangerous job.

I want to get far fast and I have incredible driving endurance back then. This is a dangerous load. The idea for the gas in the drums behind the cab is to obviate the need for any gas station stops.
It started to rain really hard. South of Yemessee it started to rain a downpour.
Of course Ron and I had things to talk about and I might be able to reconstruct conversation up to this point that we are in the truck, I as the driver and Ron as the Mechanic, but then there was an important conversation about: What is that smell?

“What do you think that smell is?”
“I don’t know.”
“It sure doesn’t smell right.”
“No it doesn’t.”

And it is raining really really heavily so a smell that gets from the front of this old flatbed surplus Air Force “Deuce” means something is powerfully bad going on.
“What’s nearby on the map.” I asked.
Ron found it with a map and a flashlight and it was Yemessee and we spent the night in a Colonial Inn and first thing in the morning we went to the mechanic whose recommendation we had got from the associated gas station.

This mechanic’s set up was as “Shadetree” mechanic as it gets. This is a real outdoor operation. There is a chain pull and block and tackle and all like that rigged off a grown out limb of an oak.
There are rusting cars as you would set it all up to get a real shade tree movie set shade tree mechanic’s world as they are supposed to be. All Shad Tree Mechanics are supposed to have this set up, and be like this. However you see this for yourself works.

I think the mechanic was a thin man in his thirties with a red rag. He listened intently as we told him what caused us to stop and spend the night in Yemasssee South Carolina for.
Somebody like this grows up with these tools and problems.

“In rain like that for us to still be smelling this meant something wasn’t right.”
“Yeah, that’s for sure, I’ll jack it up.” And he jacked it up in the front and pushed and pulled on the right front wheel and it moved wrong and he got the wheel off and we looked at it.
The spindle that is what the wheel fits on with a ball bearing race there was a bluish color and there were no ball bearings in the race collar that the wheel goes round and round on.

“Yeah, this would have been bad.”

The mechanic got the parts which were common apparently since we were back on the road by 1 PM if not sooner.
It was three hundred dollars I paid cash without asking or talking about it later telling the boss it wasn’t a credit card sort of place.

What would have happened was that with all the ball bearings gone and the wheel just going around on that spindle if I’d kept pushing on and ignoring that, The spindle would have heated up so much it would have broken

off.
Then the front wheel would have flopped flat and the back of the truck would have fallen over on me most. The engine was chain dogged down. Still it was about 2 tons of 18 cylinders that developed 2 thousand horsepower if that helps you visualize two 9 cylinder rows for what first appeared on a Hellcat fighter I think.
The 55 gallon drums of gasoline would have had good cause likely to rupture or throw gasoline on my back, and our backs and we would have likely been crushed is the way I imagine it, and we all imagined it.
So I stop in Yemessee and think about it, life, whenever I go through.

Pat Conroy had a thing about Yemessee South Carolina himself. it is described in Prince of Tides as a place of eccentrics, crime, and visionary fools.
Some guy there said he had visions.
I had one vision.
It became Transcend-O-Ray. That is the secret name of the vision that became Transcendia though the copywriting help of George Heafner in Rochester NY one night when I was struggling over how Transcend-O-Ray was a good name for a vision, influenced by Ray O Vac, but wasn’t a good name for a nation.
So there.
I got a story out.

The people of Mars had to evacuate and they decided to go to Earth, since it was close like Mars to their minds. They tunneled up and launched from the equator and got to Earth when it was boiling and set up a traditional Hot Dog Stand where they hung out and sold fashionable foods.
Hot dogs have long been fast and easy and so very popular with Martianauts.
Desert edge settlements are great stand spots. It is good to put little chapels there. Lots of times the people going off on to the deserts get lost, run out of food and water, and die.
Their bones can be a good source of calcium and other explosive powder mixes. At least I heard that. lost of what I think I know needs clarification, but hanging out at a hotdaug stand is definitely inter universe a good way to waste time and listen to the radio.
Dance there if you can during the night and day.

Waterbear and Cockroach head and Humanoid were hanging out when Vomit Ball showed up wanting attention. Vomit Ball was not welcome because cleaning up after a greedy fat stupid cat wasn’t their idea of a good hang out way to spend the day.
Vomit Ball was banned for being itself.

Humanoid was disturbingly human with always a confusion about how to best use power. Humanoid didn’t understand power sharing fully and was constantly causing trouble.

Waterbear was perfect as a hangout creature because it was a hibernator. In fact this period of history is a big one and we all need to look at hot dog stands with fond feelings because there was no time when the Hot Dawg stand was not revered.

Einstein had the right goals so he helped the US win World War Two in which men fought. The real men didn’t talk about it. Though Lewis Wilburn showed us his bullet wound about anytime it came up all glad to show it. It was a fine wound being that it was just a little bullet hole scar in his calf. I can’t hardly imagine getting shot better. I knew a guy, John Danza, a DP of commercials in NYC, who got shot in a night club producing a similar wound.

Narrating my own book The Revolutionary caused me to think about philosophy. Hedonism is actually a philosophy. I think it isn’t all that satisfying a philosophy. It hasn’t stayed with me. Hedonism hasn’t stuck to my ribs, so to speak.
Most hedonists that I perceive as hedonists need more and aren’t really satisfied with being hedonists.

A Drug Addict is likely to be a hedonist.
Drug dealers, sellers and the armies of drug dealers as mercenaries and smugglers may be working for the wrong philosophy. A person who just wants to be a pilot may become a mercenary pilot for a drug dealer that pays them correctly.
Warriors, by definition are not mercenaries full out because a real warrior fights for love. Soldiers fight because of the fear of not fighting. Soldiers of my generation who were draftees were afraid of not conforming.
I can understand hedonists fighting NAZIs as an okay on our side in the army unifying a lot of philosophies against NAZIs who wanted not only control of living space, but undue control of mental space.
So it was okay to be drafted and go and fight Nazis who were anti much of whatever was fun or intellectually an advance in civilization.
Civilization is like life at the airport as tolerant and safe.
However we have seen airport accommodations, restaurants, and most everything there sold at really high prices.
I guess you have to do what you have to do, but we want to make sure that we keep corruptions down.
Sometimes high prices are a sign of corruption. OK.

The ladybug and the cat are eating. I think the ladybug is eating dead skin that I scraped off of me. I am sure it is not the ladybug I saw earlier in the day because it is midsize and not fat like the other one. Sometimes a ladybug will fall off the edge of my coffee cup heater and get really hurt. I am sorry that that is a hazard for desk companions.
The cat on the deck is a fat insecure stupid cat I don’t much have a love of being about. It is not a very good company cat.
The other cat I have grown to like was around earlier.
The children outside have really been ruckus.

OK.
So in a largest and smallest integrative universe picture the string wave picture reconciliation work for me mentally is severely taxing and the cause of a near headache.
At least we can expect me not to provoke myself a nosebleed.
The Nosebleed isn’t that bad.
As long as you aren’t bleeding out of your brain it is usually okay, is what Nancy Alex said.

I got up. It’s Sunday. I read New York Mag, which is a strange magazine I never liked much. It looks like it ought to be free. I wouldn’t pay for it. I read the Alec Baldwin description of his recent life.
Transcendia is my cause. It is so Ironic I live in No Airport County. It is good really. The whole conflict is more clarified because I drifted to this place.
It isn’t possible to really understand where you live if you don’t participate in the politics of it.
Political actions are about who gets control of the land. There is a mental landscape. Some people get paid for creating that,: The Mental Landscape.
To be mediocre and cowardly is well stroked. Then there is the entitled hypocrite.

So it is too bad I can’t get through on the phone. I’ve told some people just come and see me. Some people make trouble for me because I stopped giving them everything they want for free. They say they don’t understand. I say sell me your land and then continue to charge me rent? But I had a witness at least.
I don’t got to bars any more.

Still I am here. I have insults that are my favorite insults.
I called someone an asshole the other day. It is about the only insult left you can say to anybody. Alex Baldwin ought to have known that.
The title just right off makes me think of the BiCoastal dilemma. Steely Dan Donald Fagan said somewhere that when they were on the West Coast they missed NYC, and in NYC they missed LA.
Alex Baldwin needs to hear that.
I think he needs me. He could come and visit.

My Father was gay. I know all about lots of it. Powerless people who get a little power and are in the power in the Ghetto are a lesson in power. We didn’t get to ride our bicycles through the South Side to get to the North Side of Chicago because if we tried we would be knocked off and our bikes stolen.
It was a big deal when some of our group of hippies from the South Side made it to the Northside. There were two of them. They were on a moped though.
I got to live on the Southside of Chicago and go to high school there for my Junior year. I am forever grateful to my Uncle Mother and Cousins.
People at church regarded me as underprivileged and gave me a scholarship. I turned that into another scholarship so I was gone from North Carolina for an entire year.

North Carolina has gotten some good press over the past 3 or 4 decades. The population has doubled. It is pretty easy not to really be that close to anybody.

Those of NC who get big success always leave. North Carolina thinks it is great to be the way it is. The good old boy network thrives. The people on the University of North Carolina Board of Trustees are lots of it. They do what they think is right and are pretty classical as sociological exponents of roles.

I feel like we all over are returning to Medieval times.
The people in power look down on us from the Ivory Tower.

You had better pay the tuition. The price goes up.
The reason I feel this way is because where I live and where I have lived have made similar turns. In Rochester Ny now, the main biggest employer is the University of Rochester. That used to be where Kodak was called the Big Yellow Mother and there was Xerox. There were some big unusual buildings downtown.
Now there is a big pit in downtown where they knocked everything over and dug up the center of downtown but didn’t build anything there yet.
There they are discussing filling in the downtown highway system.
I’ve heard of these thing. I’ve not been back.
I stopped traveling in 1999.

I’ve lived in North Carolina and New York and Florida and Chicago and Toronto. I mean lived and worked these places states and towns. Rochester, and NYC and Fort Lauderdale and Greensboro and Wilmington and Raleigh and Eli Whitney and IGX. So it isn’t like I can’t feel things about the mental landscapes.

What now over in Russian and the Ukraine? The Russians and the US need each other to co-operate because only the Russians have space ships to get to the space station, ISS.

Hard to threaten Russia too much about a take-over. Russians are extortionists. Some people joke about the way they do capitalism. I wasted important skills and time and thought in my thirties and even early 40s with Russians. One big bit of business involved a big airplane, and another was about movie distribution.

Howard Coble failed me. I mean there were Canadians that screwed me over too.

“May you have an interesting life.”
I couldn’t make lots of this up.
I can make up Cockroach Head and Waterbear. They are cheery.

“I haven’t personally been killed yet. I have work to finish.”
“I approve.” Says Dr. Dollydog.
“What we need to do is gain all the information about the structure of the WaterBear, and the Cockroach, and ourselves.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”

Ms. Normative looks great. She is wearing a purple bodice with gold filigree. The material is grasping at her breasts and breaths that she takes are only slightly perceptible because of the bulk thread power with within there a satin lining and a pocket for the passport somewhere. Her hair is bang cut streaked blonde black and red and silver gray with a black base. Her eyes wide and round green irised. There is the choker collar down then a peasant skirt of the finest wool cotton blend pleated, then to paisley stockings leotards and high riding boots.
She has a crop.

Ms. Normative says that she doesn’t like the idea of only robots and cockroach heads and
Water Bear engineered company for the survivors.
“I suppose you want a cat?” says Dr.Dollydog.
“Well, yes, I do want cat company on the other planet.”

“We ought to have seen that coming.” Say I, who hasn’t personally been killed yet.

When it was determined that the Earth really was done for it we got serious about getting to Mars with some good companions and I directed my people to make some biologically based friends.

“Dr. Dolldog, what progress have we made?”
“Well Sir, we cannot go fast enough here because of the radioactivity unleashed that is simply poisoning the water so fast we cannot even get at our steel ships.”
“Is is like all the nickel that was Denver radiated?”
“Sort of like that.”
“Too bad. I know what it all means and what we face.”
“Yes Sir, the Morlock living sites on Earth and Mars are being finalized.”
“Too bad, too bad.”
“Okay still not entirely a waste so we will do it like what we said was a wrong.”
“Not Wrong, Just Fucking Long!” Fuck!

Well the situation we know is that while from the 50s on experiments and accidents with radiation meant deaths added up in some decades and were folded into statistics Fukushima sped things up so that people got sick lots faster and faster and then there was no food out of the ocean you could eat anyway.

“Were things deformed?”
“Things are deformed.” Butterflies and moths and things that fly had bad eyes and wings changed and now the hulls of the ships in the water glow at night.

This is a big give away.

“What to do, What to do?”

“I say control the experiments and give us cockroach headed friends by just shoving lots of us and big cockroaches and water bears closer and closer to the major radioactive leaks.”

“You know that is pointless don’t you.”
“You knew I was kidding.”

So the real thing is that we go to all the places left and get all the rich people to sell sell sell at rock bottom prices to pay for all the work to find all the water ice on the Moon.
We put the ice in bricks all around our ships and go to Mars and break off and land there on Mars.

“We will make bigger Cock Roach Headed friends there.”
“We will make Water Bear, bigger There!”

They were after me.
It was cold and I ended up in the Dutch rubber roof neighborhood running around looking for old friends.
They had my trail.
Gone down river,
Then I was trying to get some help in the kitchen.
There was corn chowder juice all underfoot.

Then the girl said she had been watching me and looking for me many times.
I didn’t know that and was sorry.
Grimes I think her name was.
Yes that was it Grimes, I finally recognized her
in the dream morning after.

I just went out the window and slid down the slidy roof
to another roof with a crease and then slid around up there
going no where in rain.
Corn chowder juice.

I got a guitar and this other guy played the drums and
I sat out there in the rain and played singing about my
mistake and my escape and my mistake and don’t come with me
remember me
I’m sorry.

Last I was seen i was singing on the roof.

Where I live is somewhat peaceful for now because there is enough food and homes are in “rabbit warrens” as one man described.
I am wound up real tight myself.
That Silent Sam over there at the University, along with the go arounds I’ve had with the University and the Town and the County and the State over finally the Airport have wound me up.
The natural ally is a silent force tantamount to an enemy.

I fell into a study of power and beauty after the vision.
Now it is good to go and trash and take it all so we end up with a space circle city for launches to Mars.

The more you trash the world the more you make Mars look like a good destination and Elon Musk has the destination and prices are getting worked up as ways to get people there in a living conditions are bing worked out since being on the moon or carrying up a little water everytime or aerogel works for somebodies space elevator design.

Bob Urbine was a fine pilot and he and his sons had the insurance company at Atlantic Aero. I guess he died. He died I know. His sons moved away after selling land they had sat on for the airport.
Once I asked Bob how he felt about the people that stole his Cessna 310, which is a plane I really liked.
Bob was a semi portly smallish round man from a pleasant bunch with a pleasant bunch cause I know cause I shot a wedding of the families and hung out with them that much.
“I hope they are dead.” he said. The way he said it is recognizable inside of me know as how I feel about some people that stole career time from me at Page AVjet in the early 80s when I was entering my thirties with all that strength and vigor judgement and desires.
They did it all far as sabotages go from one shift to the other. By then I had been made Night Manager and it was all out of me coming in and doing a good better job that got me promoted from scrounging food out of trash cans to Night Manager and these others who had been there kept making my life and the lives of my people very difficult and didn’t show up for any discussions.
Meetings set and they then don’t show and bitch and bitch and bitch and then fire someone for using pot to stay warm, but saying it was me that informed.
Then the guy this fat guy that had put me in the position left to go to Florida and demoted me and I went across the field.
He said, “I’m going and you won’t last long here without me around.” Fat fuck.
Why not get rid of them? “What about how long they have served?”
“Why should I care? They are terrible people at what they do all around and are just here now.”
“No.” and I couldn’t quit because I had just gotten married and had a baby on the way and needed the insurance and so I put my head down and kept going and going and wrote a spy story that sold to a Gannet for the Cover with a bi line and sidebar then when the baby napped and then working and working but not becoming an insurance agent later told about the guy who was slated to make me into an insurance agent.
This stuff was news to me coming on the day after or the day of the wedding that was a Methodist thing I didn’t care much about.
I was out of my home turf sure enough up there in NY where I had gone to college at least.
There was some love and friends.
But the family was twisted as wonderfully applying all the Psy Ops training from out of the father’s Army days for from the Cold War and missile aiming but mostly talking in the streets with speaker cars and then secret arts of mental manipulation learned and practiced on me.
The worst of a John Cheever mother-in-law and bad Faulkner that now so sorry then that what is a town that gets these people?
It is just America.
I was stupid.
But all ready and there are rules and but then Bob Urbine said “I hope they are dead.”, in a way okay and understandable man to man.
These people with the girl giving it to them out to the billing and invoicing offices giving them all the fun and in on how they then three were stealing fuel out of the sump fuel that was sold to mix with the fuel oil and they started stealing real fuel for the jets for the airliners see that was supposed to be there for the airliners to get across the country.
All of it was for cocaine.
Another coke story.
I hope they got stabbed to death finally because I was made miserable and went to work for Piedmont with this guy Cicel Cecil yeah, from a desk left resume`.
Page Avjet and Piedmont Airlines don’t exist anymore you know.
You are at least better off working for the airplane gas station than the goddamned airliner company.
They all want fuel no mater what name is painted on the side.
The people that ruined me and my suburban home were more the wife’s lying possessive family more than those that were coke up minor management working for a CIA MI5 front of a real company, but I hate those who ruined my job life paycheck train, and you youngsters should too.

Later you will want to have made them die.

Some of the time I recognized I wasn’t so needed in peacetime and would have at least been a fine cop for the local neighborhood patrolling but couldn’t get my mind right to do that all when I was so against the drug laws that are what most of police enforcing is, or lots caused by due to artificially the creation of a need to crime.
Do Crimes.

Now I wish I had the gall and uncaring ethical cave place from which to foray and kill and kill and knife slash and sword poke the self satisfied elites.
Spartacus!

There is this whole area of philosophical wonder I can spend time at. Hedonism. That is not a bad thing to advance and protect now is it! That is the whole reason for Hollywood incomes is to advance and benefit from the philosophy of hedonism.

I could tell a few stories about some career criminals because they are dead. It didn’t make sense for me to kill them over their corruption stealing cocaine and then evicting the people they stole the cocaine from since the boss didn’t get rid of them and make them stop and all the leadership used up the cocaine and the cocaine business was advanced and made bigger.

To destroy the hippie movement all you had to do was get people in positions of love and power on cocaine and heroin which took the intellectual spark out of it all and made it all a mobster run business and not at all a young persons union changing the world and protecting us from Atomic War by refusing to be soldiers involved. at least.

Defeating War with hedonism was unseemly. Getting naked and having all sorts of advanced lubricated juicy sex was distasteful.
Women had the power to make sport sex happen and distracting because whoring wasn’t any disease spreader and as much a baby maker activity with that pill.

There was the brief period of sexual freedom along with mental triggers for world love as different from world hate and domination thinking that lasted till it was then gone.

I am left remembering failures and thinking too bad that movie was such a piece of shit! Tin Star Void was one god awful piece of crap I worked on successful because I got a paycheck and nothing more after that at all hardly.
My videotape of the wrap is a better piece of work.

And then there is another piece of junk: Brain Twisters with that girl Farah Forte who became a Super Girl but within most of the thing was such junk I was in the wrong orbits and it is a shame I ever went to NYC instead of LA, though I think I would have gone to LA and been sucked into the hedonism before I was able to fend with it and gotten aids from being experimental and some bi I rate n the scale as three, out of ten.

Gp to sin city and be warned there are some private events okay that at the time came along and if come along they you got sick and died from the way things were there were people that don’t exist anymore to fight for civilization that is about enabling hedonism for the girls.

Sex or a gun make a man.

Being a little younger than the right in the thick of it all baby boom gave me a chance to get the info while back some in the pack. War and sex are both deadly for US forces at about the same percentages now that there is armor and armor and aids
Before aids at it was there was the sexual revolution which allowed for more hedonism which has some places.

The all Volunteer Army of the US is fantastic now as soon possible to turn against the Financial District that doesn’t care about them same as they don’t care about the country and are using now everything and everybody.

Occupy has to and could insinuate themselves into the US Armed forces on many a basis of who is doing what for whom and whose family is to be left. The Army suppliers want to sell the police forces all the drones and armored vehicles that they have been making money from.

North Carolina where I live could really take off after some of the leaders elitists. Families need the money and there isn’t enough and they betray their word and the education bills are high and the water is being polluted while deer meat is important and bullets are currency.

With the right speaker saying what is going on inciting the brain battered worn out soldiers used to killing for no reason to get a reason come from the right mouth of a charismatic leader a little satisfactory pool of pain could be created I imagine.

It is to be remembered that the anarchists started WWI and everybody lost.
Indiscriminate killing is a waste and well chosen characters to murder to keep the airports going safe and advanced as they ought to be in the service of civilization ought to be what happens.
I must restrain myself and speak nicer to the enemies who hate the airport because it is a display of their elite positions and power that cannot be affronted.
They stonewall me the same as the cocaine addicts of Page AVjet that wasted my time working at that field in Rochester NY. It feels just the same.

This way that it feels all the same winds me up and makes me snarling angry in my last life decade. Snarling angry.
I must think and bide and say even see if they want to pay me out of town for travels away from them that waste my hopes of happiness.

I see it is stupid to trust people with rights to Eminent Domain who have a certain record.
And I hear another plane.

No Charisma

When I went looking for Lionel it was cause I suspected I was low on charisma, or something. A guy on a bad acid trip did say I was the coolest person on the planet, in the world, or something to that effect, but Transcendia fails over and over because I am not charismatic enough, or I am defeated by hatreds.
I don’t know.
I do try to speak clearly all the time except for when I am mumbling.
The Great Man theory of History is the one to go with. Like Churchill, had to have a war. Being a scholar and speaker and book writer just wasn’t enough of a thrill. War.
Then it now being the start of the 10 year anniversary of the Great War, the people wanted war for some reason having to do with animal rejection and simultaneous embrace of modern killing apparatus.
It was the anarchists fault.

Lighting of the fire. We can blame that good looking guy. Weren’t there 6 of them trying to kill the funny fat leader and his wife?
Death Death Death, for what reasons?
My Nation is better than your Nation.
A weak nation is wiped off the face of the earth, as was Rochdale College where drugs were legal.
So then my study says that it is the big man, like Ben Franklin who makes it happen calling on a law and a gun and a jail for buttress.
We make these sensible nice old up there foundations while putting the faces of people on the money and saying we trust in God!
What do you really want me to tell you?

Eating Deer Meat is a good option now.
Bullets as money make sense up to the point where you get lead poisoning from mixing them with the pocket change.

Forget about copper pennies and save all the nickel.

I did buy the book about how to make an effective gun out of plumbing parts. What is important is to keep the barrel from being launched into your eye.

What else to teach the innocent 11 year old?

Getting back on track there were and was the lesson of important meaninglessness. Charisma. I will get some.

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So I was given scholarships to learn and offered during that time of war and killings and imprisonments an escape place destination that I took up to follow leaving and arriving in Toronto searching out Ron and Diane Chudley who had made the offer of refuge to me when I was at Bloomfield Hills, Cranbrook Schools, ADVENTURE IN CREATIVITY.

Being allowed to go to Adventure in Creativity for 6 weeks kept me away from small town Elon College life lots of the summer of 1970. I had been given a movie camera as the minor when “poetry” was the major.
The Film Teacher, whoever they are convinced me to let them have my film to show, and I have never heard hid nor hair of that guy again. I am sad about that missing my film with my friends in it. Well sure enough it is a good thing that I had a minor for I made more money in my working life later from camera and lighting skills.
My father had been a combat soldier and he inculcated “Drift” into me so that I maintain a theory of Driftright which does follow the hippie ideals of right livelihood. That idea is that if you do what you are good at somehow naturally then you will make enough money, and or have enough standing to survive and contribute properly.
I like a little excitement. Rockets and bombs and fireworks cheer me up. I used to like to fight a little more and I didn’t start losing fights till I was in my thirties when I got beat hospital sight doubling bruised bad. Then later in the NYC comfort bar Brownies across the window street from the apartment on the corner of East 11th and Ave. A, my lip got turned inside out finally triggering the victimhood mental illness shared with many slave survivors.
Working though combat fatigue passed to me by my dad an confrontational enemy making mom of Elon College living and life I suffered enough to lose most all of everything and finally become a gentleman, scholar, and political scientist.
Transcendia is the conceptual art invention and this and all of it satisfies my Doctoral Thesis and art work combinations till now the question to answer still properly is: What will The Space X Martian Government be like?
It was a great, if not the greatest compliment to be able to put on a Submarine Captain uniform, even if it isn’t able to launch nuclear weapons and obliterate human hopes.
Surrendering to the facts means we genetically alter waterbears and cockroaches to carry on our humanism. Robots, and waterbears, and cockroaches with us will advance into space, being the great space faring peoples and big happy buggy bugs.
My wife knows what I am talking about.
Still so what is important is getting rid of weapons of mass destruction. We also need to get in there to Japan and do what it takes to stop the radiation leakage destructo event. I mean that needs bad to be stopped. There must be a mental cultural problem with the Japanese who could have beat the US silly, silly I say in the Pacific of WWII but mismanaged their forces so bad they got bombed bad.
But I did drift into a position on the inside of the government of Rochdale College which was as confidant of Lionel Douglas VP, and President of the place learned of force, corruption, and drug smuggling and dealing techniques.
This stuff is real adventure. There are real more than video game pentalties.
What I wanted to do, and want to do still, is separate Drug Smuggling and Weapons smuggling. To do that will help mankind avoid massive exploding death, though the Hassad use of chem and bio weaponry in the drug smuggling routes sucks ass.
The “Sucks Ass” phraseology ruins my academic standing, but I so like the reality of the message to elite world leadership which can’t be pro business and pro Weapons of Mass Destruction at the same time.
I have been asked about Lionel Douglas and whether or not he was a drug dealer. More important to the little drug dealing he might have done, and what we all condoned in Rochdale College, he had been an experienced smuggler in East Germany where the Cold War was hot, if I am to believe his few stories I got same as i got war stories from my father Lionel had some smuggling stories.
WE Do not mostly want civilians to know how and what and where about smuggling. It is a secret art.
There me be’s drifted to expert in the political arts of the days.
Lionel said that he had been in the Canadian Navy. He said that one time coming through the checkpoint from East Berlin to West Berlin they were stopped and not going to make it till they started shooting and he shot the machine gun through the sides of the van and heard a scream and they made it through.
It is too bad I didn’t press him for details.
He used to periodically work on a screenplay about Arab terrorists and wrote the book of poems and essays and photographs that Arna had published.
WE were at war and are at war all the time.
This is something important that a political scientist needs to know. Somebody somewhere is all the time smuggling something. The arts and crafts of smuggling are espionage arts at their most dangerous heights.
Anything that moves and fast is good far as I am concerned, will be used to smuggle.
Of reasons to legalize drugs separating drug smuggling from weapons smuggling is the most important one.
I am sad that I did not get more of the smuggling in and out and around East Berlin stories from Lionel Douglas, sadly dead and therefore not able to be President of Transcendia leaving me the founder floundering and old with no army and not fully locally connected with the police, local police.