Ultimate Saturday Shoutout for Willingness

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This is my ultimate Saturday Shoutout for willingness to fight for what is right. No apathy allowed. No censoring to protect the justifications of the guilty. For no country, no culture or no civilization can survive without their warriors. Warriors with their words, warriors with their weapons, warriors without fear.

It is easy to become and defend wrong. It is easy to be silent. It is easy to back away, backdown and believe that wrong has nothing to do with me.

At the very least one can speak.

I am not talking about this politically manufactured, progressive protester bullshit. That is what it is, bullshit and wrong. I am talking about basic truths. Truths that have persisted since the beginning of time. The defense of ethics, integrity and the willingness to suppress and correct those antipathetic to greatest good and survival of our nation.

This shoutout goes to the very few in government not compromised by bribes, bootlicking, and NCO dirty dollars. If one exists, thank you. You are a true warrior of truth.

The recent dissertation by Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas is the kind of strength and wisdom I am talking about. He’s a true warrior for truth. If you haven’t heard it, you are delinquent in being alive.

A big Saturday shoutout for willingness to this courageous and honorable man, Justice Thomas. May those that listen and duplicate his message take his integrity and purpose to heart. Look, listen and defend. There is no other rightful course.

The Batshit Acceptance of Being Jabbed

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Batshit Friday, April 24, 2026. We are unjustly witnessing the batshit acceptance of being jabbed.

Anthony Batshit Fucking Fauci remains unshackled and drinking martinis. All the while, the altered and reprogrammed human genome erases God from The People’s Land. Diné is the Navaho root name of our human birthplace. We are not Catholic, we are not Protestant or any other reprogrammed sect from a dark and misguided past. We are Dine’, The People.

The guise of modern medicine, politics and “science” has usurped not only God, but they have covertly snatched our sacred DNA for mutation beyond repair. If you are a member of the tribe Un-jabbed, God bless you. You are still Dine’. You are not a cyborg or an automaton in the army of the fallen. Even if you have been jabbed there are purification protocols and ceremonies that can reverse the cellular mutations that are eating at your body and your soul. It is not yet too late to return to The People’s Land.

Hózhójí (The Blessingway) and ‘Anaa’jí (The Enemyway) can be used to ensure good luck and prosperity, as well as exorcise the ghosts of alien violence and ugliness. The MRNA shots are aggressively alien to human the genome, they are The Enemyway. They must be exorcised spiritually and physically for us to remain human. Physical purifications can be attained if one is serious and industrious enough in their separation from ‘Anaa’jí, the Enemyway.

These are genuinely great times for the enlightened. Opposing doors are opening and closing simultaneously. Will you step into the light and remain a sacred human? Or will you allow yourself to become batshit AI’d? Will you rise or roll over and partake in the batshit acceptance of being jabbed? Again and again?

Horrific Haiku Creates a Breath of Fresh Air

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I did not expect the posting of this horrific haiku would create a glorious breath of fresh air, but it did. Things can get a bit claustrophobic when you have invisible enemies working to undermine the very things that are the most important to you. My health and the health of others is one of those things.

Why anyone would defend the injecting of these Moderna poisons into themselves and their offspring is beyond me, so I am grateful they are no longer within my circle of acquaintances. The fresh air in my lungs is rejoicing in my enemies absence. I would sooner have one strong and principled friend, versus a thousand followers who have no concept of the money motivated corrupt.

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Bigfoot Encounters of the Third Kind

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My Conversations With Sasquatch series of books is based on my real life Bigfoot Encounters of the third kind.

At this moment in time there are dire rumblings reverberating from inside the Bigfoot dimension of Cross Over. If you are at all attuned to the Sasquatch, just listen, you will hear the unease and feel the agitation. The Bigfoot’s tolerance of man’s relentless attacks on Planet Earth is reaching a breaking point. Geo engineering and genetic modification agendas, coupled with AI programs, has the Sasquatch mightily pissed. If I fell into the category of one of those blind science assholes, I’d stay clear of the Forest People.

When a Poet Writes, the World Listens

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When a poet writes, the world listens. In fact, the Universe has eyes, ears and a heart filled with poetry.

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Repute

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Too many poems 

wear esoteric shoes.  

They conspire

with the literary elite

and tout  

distinguished pedigrees

like Harvard or Berkeley.

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Poems that run barefoot

immersed in life,

emerge hand written

from farmers, nurses

and proprietors of truth.  

They can illuminate places 

the intellect seldom goes.

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The heart is simple

and mostly straightforward. 

Like the Shoshone the say:

some people are smart but not wise;

and the Sasquatch teach:

ignorance and stupidity cannot see themselves.

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Salve For the Heart and Soul

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A Loud and Clear Saturday shoutout to the sun. And the Beatles, whose words sooth as the bitter end looms near. I salute you. You are a salve for the heart and soul.

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Here Comes the Sun

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Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear

Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
It’s all right
It’s all right

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Songwriter George Harrison, Here Comes the Sun lyrics © Sm Publishing (poland) Sp. Z O.o. Harrisongs Ltd

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About Me

Horrific Insurance Thievery Like No Insurance

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Batshit Friday April 17, 2026 is a no brainer when you are experiencing a horrific insurance thievery that leaves you with no insurance at all. I guess I failed to buy insurance on my insurance that really isn’t insurance.

Did you know homeowners insurance does not cover your home if lost or damaged by a natural occurrence like a flood? That’s right, zero coverage, zilch. Nada.

We have been experiencing high water here in Northern Michigan and our home’s crawl space is now a swimming pool. Tough shit says our insurance company. Sink or swim. That’s a natural disaster that requires flood insurance of which you don’t have nor can you afford. Technically, it’s worthless as well, except to the insurance company.

So here I am, a 74 year old stroke victim having to do the front crawl and backstroke to keep from having our home converted into a houseboat. The pumping isn’t so bad, I’m a good swimmer. It’s the mud that’s got me bogged down.

Maybe someone can tell me what am I supposed to do with the crawdads and wrigglers? Maybe my insurance agent will have a case of the guilts and offer to cook me up a pot of gumbo.

Yeah, right.

I was hoping to do a little camping and fishing this Spring anyways, but this is ridiculous. What good is insurance if it is no insurance at all? Batshit, not just on Friday, but a horrific insurance thievery for the century. Bloodsuckers in our basement and bloodsuckers in our bank account. Swindle-dee-de, swindle-dee-dum.

If it wasn’t for horrific insurance thievery I guess there’d be no insurance at all. Who’s the batshit one?

Exactly.

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Blessings

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Close Your Eyes, Open Wide

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This Monday Poetry for April 13, 2026 is Close Your Eyes, Open Wide. (Not to be taken literally).

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 Doctor’s Visit

Close your eyes, open wide

take your medicine.

Have faith in science,

blind or otherwise;

for Science is God.

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Get in line, get injected.

Get measured.  Get tested.

You are full of germs,

viruses and infectious,

so close your eyes, open wide

take your medicine.

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Cancer is coming

to a theatre near you.  

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