Sunday, March 15, 2015

FALLING IN LOVE AGAIN JUST LIKE BOGEY AND BECALL


Tomorrow I will head down to Key Largo in hopes of falling in love again.
I can't think of a better place to do that.
There is an old hit song of the same name and I still like hearing it on the radio.
"We had it all, just like Bogey and Becall, starring in our own late late show, sailing away to Key Largo.........here's looking at you kid".

I'm will be down in the Keys trying to rekindle the lost love that first turned my head back in 91'
That song will no doubt be playing on a loop in my brain all the way down there.
Don't worry this love will never cheat on me or have a divorce lawyer try and bushwhack me.

I'm going to John Pennekamp State Park for 3 days of camping and scuba diving.
I first fell I love with diving many years ago in Cancun.
I had never done it before so I did a resort course and after some pool instruction I got aboard a dive boat and with the aid of a dive master as my dive buddy I did my first dive on the reef off the coast.
It was love at first breath under water. When I got back to the states I looked into getting my C-card and the following year I got certified.
I used to do a lot of diving and have logged some pretty cool dives.
Then the world turned to shit, well my world anyway. Some wrecks, some operations, some heart problems, some divorces took the wind out of my sails and the air out of my tanks.

Slowly I have been trying to get back into the sport that gave me just a hint of what being weightless in space might be like. After all that is how they train astronauts to do space walks.
I still have all the gear, in fact I have some new gear, some of my old stuff was too worn out to be safe.
I have done some dives in the past couple years. Not very many and not with the same excitement and thrill I used to have for this sport.
Mostly I have not gotten real comfortable yet under water.
This is a sport you need to keep your skills up to enjoy it, after all it is a sport that will kill you if you do it wrong.

We were in Key West in January and I did a couple shore dives off the beach at Fort Zachary. 
Last year I did a couple shore dives in Pensacola.
Not much to brag about just getting my fins wet.
Nothing like doing the Devils Throat 135' deep off Cozumel or wreck dives in the gulf.
I will need to work up to that again.
But mostly I just need to fall in love again with this amazing sport.
Right now I'm just in like.

I hope after these next few days I will be rewarded with Bogey telling me "here's looking at you kid".
I know, wrong movie....... But same cool guy.

 

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

TIPPING POINT

Nixon sure had one. It came after only one scandle. The most open and honest administration in history has had more scandles than... (insert your favorite simile here).
In an effort to avoid redundancy I won't list them all again as I have in previous posts. Just to simply, jot down any 3 letter government acronym of all the US agencies that Obama has his hooks in and you will have the list. Better yet, use a spreadsheet.
This latest scandle with the Hillster and her devious email server should be added to the list. So far the leftist propaganda machine has reluctantly ceded that Hillary may be guilty of a slip of judgment. As of yet the media has failed to hold Obama's feet to the fire on this scandle or any other of his illegal acts.
Hillary is holding a presser this afternoon to try and get her media buddies to lighten up and help her fool the public to believe her nest of lies.
It will be interesting to see if you the media take the bait and fall in line. Or will the heir apparent to the throne finally find herself on the other side of the tipping point. 


Thursday, February 26, 2015

TO CATCH A PREDATOR, OR THE 50 YEAR GRUDGE

Dateline NBC used to be worth watching when they ran this gotcha series on perverts trying to meet and molest children online.
Working with the online watchdog group, Perverted Justice and local law enforcement, young adults posed online as 15, 14, 13 and younger waiting for trolling creeps to make contact with them for the purpose of meeting them online and later in the real world to do God knows what.
The series was riveting and very successful at catching these creeps and getting them off the streets. One of these freaks of nature was actually caught twice on this show, recidivism at its finest.
The series went on for months, until a deputy prosecutor was caught up in the sting.
He was on his way to meet up with a supposed 13 year old boy and got spooked and drove by the supposed meeting place.
Since the crime of solicitation of a minor online had already been committed, a few days later local law enforcement showed up at his house with Dateline NBC in tow to execute a warrant.
The perv took the cowards way out and shot himself when he saw the jig was up.
Comes now the pervs family, they wanted to get paid because their freak son and brother killed himself because he got caught.
NBC paid them off for having a freak for a son and brother and NBC discontinued the To Catch A Predator series.

I will relate a To Catch A Predator episode that did not make the NBC show because NBC was not doing that series when this happened.
The crime took place in a quiet neighborhood in Anytown America.
A boy about 7 years old was at a neighbors house just goofing around, most of the kids there were older than the boy. He hadn't been in the area that long, maybe a year or so.
One of the kids who was at that house, a kid that lived maybe 3/4 of a mile away and was maybe about 12 approached the 7 year old.
He offered to show the little boy a robins nest if he would do something for him.
The boy went with him and after he saw the nest the older boy took him down to the creek,(or crick as we called it) behind the house. The little boy was confused but naive so followed.
When they were isolated the 12 year old turned aggressive and grabbed the boy by his shorts and said he wanted to see if he was a boy or a girl meaning he was going to pull the boys shorts off.
The boy tried to pull away and began crying.

The older boy, when he saw this was not going his way rethought his disgusting plan.
He decided to stop but now he needed to cover his tracks, he did not want the boy to tell.
The little boy pulled away and started back up the trail that led to the house, his bike was there and he needed a fast getaway. The older boy followed and kept repeating the same two threats if the boy told anyone. "Don't tell anybody or I'll kill you! Don't tell anybody or I'll hit you!"
He got on his bike and while the little boy petaled across the bridge towards his house just across the creek the older boy followed on his bike and kept repeating the same two threats.
Across the bridge and into the boys yard he spotted his mother, the distress in her sons face brought her full attention. Through sobs the little boy could only tell the mother the the older kids on the bike following him was going to kill him.
This was no soccer mom, this was a souped up wildcat, she lit after the older boy who did an abrupt u-turn and bid a hasty retreat.

When the boy had collected himself he related the whole story. The mother got out the phone book and looked up the kids last name and reamed out the kids grandmother before she was told they were not the parents. The mom related later that the grandmother did not seem too surprised. The parents were notified but that's where it ended.

The house where this event began was where the older kids creepy girlfriend lived.
The creepy girlfriend started a smear campaign saying he little boy had made it all up, even though the little boy was too young to even know what a homosexual or molester was.
Nothing came of it and the dust settled after a time.
That was over 50 years ago.
And that little boy was me.
I have a hard time remembering the events of yesterday, but the details of that day over a half a century ago never dimmed.
I still think about how many little boys or girls in that situation are not just threatened with death, it is carried out.
I grew up in "the valley" never seeing that boy again and was glad of it. I heard he eventually married the creepy girlfriend who was more like a boy herself than a girl.
Come with me to now to present day.
I don't often dwell on ancient memories from the past, but when I do it's for a good reason.

If you have read this forgettable blog of mine, you know that I am spending the winter living in my camper while volunteering in exchange for a free campsite in southwest Florida.
I've been here 2 months now and having the best winter of my life.
There are many volunteers working and living here as well as paid rangers at this State park.
There are many group activities and one night a week is Game Night in the rec hall.
I came in late but decided to stop in and say hi.
There were the usual suspects but one unfamiliar face at the table.
I said my hi's and one of the guys I work with called me over to make introduction with the unfamiliar face. 
"Mark this is a retired Ranger John Highland", (some names have been changed to protect the perverted).
"John this is Mark........ Sorry your last name escapes me right now Mark", (a common malady around here).
We were already shaking hands when I realized who this was.
.
I looked at John or Johnny as I remember him being called in the old neighborhood and announced my full name while looking him in the eyes.
I looked for any sign of recognition in his eyes, none were noted.
Not surprising given the 5 decades and 1100 miles since our last encounter. His name may even have slipped by me if my cousin working here hadn't mentioned a former ranger who grew up in my neighborhood and told me his name.


I didn't see any reaction in his face when I told him my name, but if he would have looked in my eyes he would have seen something.
He would have seen shock in my eyes at first, then he would have seen controlled rage. He would have seen a grown ass man whose was spinning thoughts in his head about how the tide has turned, how I could lure him to my "crick" and though I'm pushing 60 I still have enough strength in my body to snap him in half, cut him into little pieces and feed him to the local population of alligators.

I stood behind him and studied about it for just a bit. The 20 year old me would have waited outside the building for him to come out and do something less than murder, but a hell of a lot more than what the 60 year old me did.
In the end I walked into my camper and washed my hands, washed them real good.


Epilogue:
I heard many years ago that the perv and the creepy girlfriend who was more like a boy than a girl had gotten divorced after having some kids. I often wondered if maybe he had grown up to be a child molester and maybe did something to his own kids and wondered if that had caused the divorce.
I just found out today that John Highland had come out of the closet and was now living in the Keys as a gay man.
Can't say I'm too surprised.

Monday, February 9, 2015

LEGEND IN HIS OWN MIND


I can't remember what happened yesterday, but I think if I had ever been in a helicopter that had been hit by RPG fire it would be burned into my memory for the rest of my life.
I have known 3 men who lived and survived that experience in Vietnam.
One vet recounted his experience of being shot down at night, crash landing and dodging tracers to make it to a rescue chopper.
Another vet was a door gunner that served 3 tours and was shot down 3 times. Another vet and fellow blogger and friend Pitchpull, probably has memories that would make my hair stand on end, if I had any hair.
 
Trauma does have a tendency to imprint much detail into ones mind.
I have one incident from my early childhood that was a near death experience that was forever imprinted in my feeble mind.
This occurred in the 50's when we lived on Rural Street before it was a no-go-zone for white people.
I was maybe 4 or 5 and was innocently innocently walking next to Rural Street balancing my young tender body on the curb testing my balance against the speeding Edsels and Desotas 
I looked up to see my towering father making a beeline towards me. Towering, all 5'8" of him. I started to greet him with a "hi daddyeeeeeeeeeee!"
Ass meet belt, belt meet ass.
I learned my lesson about playing in or in close proximity to traffic that day. If I didn't fear the oncoming traffic but I sure as hell feared dad's belt.
Now the fog of war, or the fog of 55 years has not changed that memory one bit. I could not conflate that experience with the multitude of ass whippings I got during the rest of my childhood. It's possible to forget major instances that occur in our lives but to say you misremembered a near death event that never happened to you is not, unless you are psychotic.

Brian Williams is certainly not the first anchor or journalist to make stuff up or "misremember".
In fact MSNBC, CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC, NPR, PBS and most of the print news wouldn't have anything to talk about if the didn't make stuff up.
They are the propaganda arm of the left and they have to lie to make things like the debacle-in-chief not look like a complete ass.
The left claim that Fox News is the propaganda arm of the Right.
But that's just because news that is presented in a balanced form and not filtered through the prejudices or ulterior motives of leftists so it looks so foreign to them and does not serve their purpose.
In closing I do think Williams should give up the anchor gig but I don't think he should be drummed out of the business.
I still believe there is a place for him that would be very suited to his particular talent.
I hear they have an opening over at Onion News, can't think of a better match.


Thursday, February 5, 2015

"PEACE BE UPON YOU" THE GOD OF THIS WORLD

If you read my last post you know I am spending the winter at the Koreshan State Historic Site here in Estero Florida.

It is the site of the now defunct attempt to create a Utopia, a New Jerusalem based on the teachings of self proclaimed Messiah Dr. Cyrus Teed in the late 1800 hundreds.
To be a good Messiah though you need to be able to live forever or in lieu of that, be able to rise from the dead.
Dr. Teed did neither.

When I became a Christian many decades ago,  (I know, I'm not the best example of one these days), I developed an interest in the study of other religions and cults. I just wanted to know more about what others believe and why.
I have come to feel that in most cases one mans religion is another mans cult.
If a cult gains enough believers, takes root, spreads and hangs around long enough it pretty much gains acceptance and if it becomes large enough will be referred BY SOME as one of the Worlds Great Religions.

I know what I believe and I know why I believe it. I don't disparage others who have chosen a different path as long as that path doesn't tread on me or other innocent victims whose beliefs differ.
The cult of Islam was invented in the seventh century by a man who would marry and sexually assault a six year old child and begin a reign of murder and terror that continues today.
I felt the need to vent about the cult of Mohammed after what I witnessed today.
I never wanted to see these barbaric acts of fundamentalist Islamics, I never watched these Ninja wanna be pigs when they cowardly behead some innocent victim.
I just didn't want that image in my mind or my soul.
Today after much internal debate I watched the horrific murder of the Jordanian pilot. He was burned alive by ISIS.
It was indescribable and it has darkened my soul and fueled my rage just by watching it. It was just a walk in the park for these monsters, after all they have no problem burying men women and children alive, beheading, crucifying or raping children. These Islamics are worse than the Nazis and like the Nazis have given up the right to he considered human beings. Chris Kyle called them savages, I'm not sure I want to insult savages by calling Islamic radicals that. 


Mohammed's followers call him a prophet of god but they worship Mohammed as a god and will not even allow drawings to be made of him under the threat of death.
But you can name your damn kid after him, just not a stuffed teddy bear. That mistake almost got a teacher in the Mideast executed.
They are compelled to murder anyone who even respectfully attempts to replicate an image of the barbarian Mohammed.
These worshipers of Mohammed are themselves guilty of the mortal sin of idolatry.

Defenders of this cult love to try and attempt to deflect the guilt of these terrorists by dredging up the past and citing things like the Crusades or the Inquisition.
Like if God grades on a curve this will have some relevance.

To say I have complete contempt for this cult is the ultimate of understatement.
Of all the "Great World Religions", of all the cults large and small, new and old, in the parlance of the Star Trek junkies, Islam is the Klingon of religions. They are compelled to slaughter anyone who does not fall down before Baal and worship their false god. Their god does entertain the concept of free will. What kind of a god would accept worship gained at the barrel of a gun or the glint of a knife blade?
It is clear that the fundamentalist Islamics worship the god of this world.

Liberals love to argue that Christians are guilty of the same atrocities in the past.
They are referring to medieval minds hundreds of years ago, who were not acting on New Testament teachings or following the example of Christ.
As if to add to my point, just now I read that Obama during the National Prayer Breakfast said Christians were as guilty as ISIS for things done during The Dark Ages. 
Me thinks Obama is living in the dark ages with his head up his own ass.
Islamic fundamentalists are following commands of their Quran and are emulating the actions of their so-called Prophet.
Islamics will point to writings in the Quran that talk of peace, when they attempt to persuade the public that they are the religion of peace. They gloss over the multitudes of the Quran's scriptures that calls for murder, rape and enslavement of infidels, which is anyone who won't bow down to their false god.
Obama and his band of terrorist apologists want you to believe Islam is all rainbows and Unicorn farts.
I have to just shake my head and laugh every time I see those Coexist bumper stickers.

I wish I would have been the one who thought up this response to that stupid bumper sticker, this is genius!

I would add a pithy comment here but I just can't out-pithy the above.




"In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them."
                                             II Corinthians 4:4 KJV

     




Monday, February 2, 2015

I DO BELIEVE IN SPOOKS, I DO BELIEVE IN SPOOKS, I DO, I DO, I DO BELIEVE IN SPOOKS!

Not really, that's just one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies, The Wizard Of Oz.
No, I'm not gay, I just remember watching that movie as a kid and being scared shitless.
I don't have the DVD, it's just one of the movies that I have to stop my channel surfing and watch the remainder of it whenever it and my remote cross paths.
The Cowardly Lion spoke those words as the witch hunting crew traveled through the Haunted Forest. The Tin Man assured everyone that they were safe and shucks he didn't believe in spooks anyhow. That's when a gang of lurking spooks picked him up and promptly kicked the shit out of him. The Lion started chanting his mantra in reaction to the Tin Man getting his ass canned because he said he didn't believe in spooks.

There is an entire industry devoted to the paranormal and fleecing the believers in the paranormal. Probably one of the most successful scammers in the business is a charlatan named John Edwards. His shows are filled with audiences who have become shills without even knowing it. Edwards has "greeters" roaming through the crowds before a taping digging out key information from the audience that will be later used by Edwards as he "communicates with the departed ones".
His shows are also heavily edited to eliminate the 90 percent stuff he gets wrong.
"The letter M keeps coming to mind, Mary?, Martha?, Mark?, Michael?, does that mean anything to you?". Of course it's a method of initiating a "cold reading" of a random member of the audience or he may be focusing in on a potential shill that one of his handlers had previously gleaned information from. Then it just goes from there with Edwards or any other fake psychic leading the shill to give them positive indicators when he is on the right track.
Sort of "your getting warmer, no colder, ok warmer, warmer, no colder, now warmer, warmer!, warmer!!, YOUR BURNING UP JOHN!, THATS IT!.
You nailed it John Edwards! How ever did you do that!?!?"
I didn't mean to go off on a tangent here about my disgust for fake psychics, which includes all who claim to be.
I guess it's a subject that goes hand in hand with my disbelief in ones spirit crossing back over once one has taken the dirt nap.

The subject came up in my mind as the hair on the back of my neck raised just a bit Saturday night after the Ghost Walk ended and I was tending to the props.
I was one of the prop men or "grip" as they are listed on the ending credits of a movie.
This was the first weekend of the 24th annual Ghost Walk the volunteers put on here at the Koreshan State Historic Site in Estero Florida.
The old settlement pathways are lined with over 400 hundred luminaries and there are 8 scenes in various buildings and stages throughout the park.
The scenes and buildings are illuminated with mostly real candles and lanterns and windows in some buildings are dimly lit with hidden battery powered flickering candles or lights.
When it's all set up it is very effective if not just a bit eerie.
It's not a ghost adventure at all, nor is it meant to be.
The history of the Koreshans and its progression and decline are portrayed chronologically as the audience is ushered from one scene to the next throughout the settlement.

I have put most of my efforts here at the park into learning all about he early 20th century machine shops and power house as this is my assigned place to work and serve as Docent for the winter.
Of course I am completely mesmerized by all the antique technology that surrounds me in the Industrial Area of the Unity settlement.
I am likewise fascinated with the rise and fall of this bizarre group of individuals that made up the Koreshan Unity.
Founded in the late 19th century by the late (and as of 2/2/2015 un-reincarnated) Dr. Cyrus Teed, or Master Koresh as his followers addressed him.
He was to be their Messiah and lead the world in the New Jerusalem that was to begin here in the swamps of Estero Florida.
Some would call this a cult, of all the studies I have done on cults this group certainly qualifies as a personality lead cult.
I don't call it that here in mixed company, it does not seem to be politically correct to do so officially.

The Unity flourished in the early years with new members giving over to Master Koresh all their earthly goods, separating their family's, men in one compound, women in another and their children given over to be raised by others in one large group.
Oh yeah they were also required to take an oath of celibacy.
Yeah nothing cult like there huh?
So the Unity members not getting jiggy with it anymore needed to find something to do with their hands so they worked and they worked hard. They produced and built and commenced commerce in the area and made money.
Then in 1908 The Messiah died so they put him in a tub and waited for Master Koresh to reincarnate, and they waited and waited and, well this is southwest Florida, not known for having weather that would lend to preserving a dead master. They were finally ordered to bury the now rotting master so they entombed him near the beach still expecting one day would be the Second Coming.
Then one day a hurricane blew through and the tomb door did not roll away. The whole damn thing blew away, out to sea and his body except for a few bits and pieces were never heard from again.
Over the next decades some of the more faithful remained but without procreation and without a walking talking Messiah to bring in new shills the Utopia gradually died out so the 4 remaining members donated the property to the State of Florida in the early 1960's.

Damn! Chasing rabbits here again,
I said all that to take you to one of the buildings I was in Saturday night, a building like all the other buildings in the settlement that would make a great place for a ghost to hang out.
This is one of the largest buildings here and it held the Seven Planetary Sisters who were the seven women that ran all the sects businesses.
There are two floors, three if you count the Copulla. That is where the guy whose job it was to watch over and serve the Planetary Sisters resided.
It's a tiny room, about half the size of my camper that sits atop the building.
Sparse and austere to be sure, but the view was stunning!
The miniature penthouse of The Planetary Court building has windows a plenty and a door on each side that opens up to two widow walks that had me lingering up there longer than necessary to turn out the battery lanterns.
This and the second floor are off limits to tour groups.

So there I was, looking down at the settlement at a view shared by the long departed watchdog of the Sisters, wondering how he felt with two floors of the fairer sex below him.
Two floors of women he could not have, only protect them and serve them.
Wondering if he even wanted to have any of them. Wondering if he ever did have any of them.
Wondering about all those long dead people who gave up possessions, freedom and even family to come here expecting a glorious new utopia only to watch their New Jerusalem devolve into a collection of structures being reclaimed by the Florida jungle.

I could spend hours here but I have many props to secure for the night so I turn to leave my tiny observatory of historical follies.
Just a few steps down from the doorway you pass through the attic of the Planetary Court and you make a left turn to head down more stairs that lead into one of the Planetary Sisters bedroom. Hmmmmm.
It's really dark in here now. I left my flashlight tuned off. Like the Tin Man I was temping any ghosts that may be lurking in the old building.
I'm still in the attic facing the doorway that leads to the sisters bedroom, the only way out for the fella that served the sisters. I stand still there in the darkness, the only light is the battery powered candle in the window of the sisters bedroom electronically flickering a dim yellow light through the doorway, my eyes adjusted to the dark I can see the way out.
I just can't see what's to my side in the pitch black attic.
Or what is behind me in the Copulla.
My assurance that has comforted me over the years that ghosts do not exist starts to evaporate as the tiny hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand.

The words of the Cowardly Lion start echoing in my mind.

I do believe in spooks, I do believe in spooks, I do!, I do!, I do believe in spooks!




Monday, January 26, 2015

ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT WILDFIRES!

Smokey the Bear used to say forrest fires instead of wildfires.
Don't know why the change was made, possibly even Smokey is subject to the P.C. Police.
You think about someone throwing a cigarette out the window of a passing car, how simple and easy it would be for someone walking to just step on the butt to extinguish the flame.
How if there is no one around to save the day, that same small flame will grow into an incredibly destructive force and require vast resources and many times, loss of life to vanquish it.
The United States is the focal point for enormous ridicule and derision from most of the planet it seems.
Often referred as The World Police, meant not as a compliment for sure.
Starting with the Korean War, then Vietnam, the Israeli/Islamic strife to the current run of Islamic aggression against its neighbors and human beings from other cultures.

The leftists in this country blame their own nation, saying we have a bloodlust, we are warmongers, Dick Cheney wants Halliburton to make him more money or President Bush wants more oil money.
"No blood for oil" is the mantra of the Idiocrats.
Don't bother to Google that word, I just made it up.
Defined in your volume of the Venster dictionary 2015 edition as follows:
Idiocrat derivative of idiot. "One who ignores fact or reason and will never let logic, truth or common sense get in the way of attacking someone who uses facts, reason, logic, truth and common sense while protecting liberty, democracy, capitalism, freedom, and free thought."

The thing the detractors of the defensive posture taken by the U.S. forget is the terrible price the has been paid in the past when someone walked by a smoldering cigarette and just stepped over it. It was easier to just ignore the small ember. Surely it will go out on its own. If not then someone else will surely stomp out the glowing flame.
Turns out everybody just kept stepping over it, then it got bigger and they walked around it. It went from ominous threat to a raging inferno. The time for stomping the burning ember passed and by the time we joined in the fight Hitler was dominating on three fronts.
We paid a terrible price for the neglect of others.
The world except for the Axis Powers weren't bitching back then about our involvement in the affairs of others.
World War I and World War II polarized our foreign policy, by the 1950's the Third Reich was dead but Communism went from carcinoma to an aggressive malignant tumor.
Our involvement in Korea then in Vietnam began to wear on people and they gradually forgot about the importance of stepping on small embers.
Our vigilance turned into complacency until that day I took my mother to the airport on 9/11.
We snapped out of our coma that day and soon we started kicking the living shit out of these Disciples from hell.
But when politicians prosecute wars and seek to win the hearts and minds of a people that posses neither, you end of with a war of attrition.
Our patience for the "a" word is variable.
It doesn't help when the left side of the nation wants the security they enjoy, they also want to be a dead weight on the process required to accomplish it.

Comes now ISIS, or ISIL, or whatever you chose to call this growing network of evil baby raping murderers.
Obamas fumbling Mideast policies created this vacuum and nature as well as evil abhors a vacuum.
ISIS is filling it with increasing numbers of evil Islamic lunatics who worship a man they call a Prophet. I have other names for a murderer and child molester. I guess there is two of them to start with.
The horrific thing and the difference in the threat posed by ISIS and Nazi Germany, the Japanese Empire or even the dead Soviet Union is the latter three understood and respected the doctrine of M.A.D. (Mutually Assured Destruction), (I know, M.A.D wasn't in vogue during WW II).
The radical Islamics not only do not fear mutual destruction, they embrace it.
They believe it is their destiny to bring about what the Christian world calls The Apocalypse.
They are doing the bidding of the Anti-Christ.
Soon thanks to Russia, China, North Korea and Iran the Nuclear Genie will be out of the bottle. Once these Islamic lunatics get their hands on a nuke it will only be a matter of time before they use it. If Pakistan falls to the radical elements in that country the radicals will instantly have their fingers on the button.
It's inevitable that either one or both of these things will happen in our lifetime unless you plan on checking out in the next few years.
Am I trying to sound ominous? Not really, I just lose my patience when the sky is falling loons bend science and distort evidence trying to redistribute Americas wealth making fanciful man-made C.O. Global Warming claims when Global Warming will more likely happen with the push of a button.

There are fires all over the globe now ranging from smoldering embers to growing flames. The rest of the planet is either walking around these fires or critiquing the ones trying to put them out.
It's almost too late now.






Proofing this post made me almost hit the delete button. I wrote it with good intentions but it came off as overblown and mellow dramatic.
Then yesterday I read this article.
Then last night I was in some unknown city with my daughter I looked off in the distance and saw a large nuclear explosion, I grabbed my daughter we ducked and covered behind a large tree and waited for the shockwave.
It hit and all around us buildings were leveled but the tree and me and Nicole were spared.
Then we started gathering supplies and I was trying to figure out how we could get to my fishing shack at the lake. 
Then I woke up back here in Fort Myers and thought what the hell, I'm posting this load of digital crap!