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?
If I Were a Caterpillar is an up lifting caterpillar book for children. It is an ideal fit for Monarch crazy kids like me. I grew up among our farm’s sticky milkweeds. This is where these industrious caterpillars always build their fancy green cocoons. Our family spent many a day seeking out their tiny windowed apartments. They were found constructed on the underside of the milkweed’s broad, milky leaves. I watched in awe as these caterpillars metamorphosed into the beautiful monarchs we cherish.
This uplifting caterpillar book for children is available on Amazon for the special price of $9.99.
Off the Beaten Path stratospheric haiku conspiracy for March 26, 2026.
The skies tell the truth even when your smartphone lies. Michigan just had another devastating ice storm with surface temperatures at 28 degrees. Rain freezing instantly on contact with everything near the ground. It is raining because of geo engineering programs that warm temperatures aloft. Satellites, microwave frequencies, Chem trails and cell towers in conjunction with metallic nano particles and our weather is coming straight from Hell.
Preach all the college book “science” you want. Chem trails make clouds and dim the sun, they change the weather, contrails do not. Weather modification is not a conspiracy theory, its deniers are the real conspiracy theorists.
Off the beaten path, captivating and unique books, poetry and commentary by Michigan author and poet Richard Rensberry.
Todays post is an excerpt from MAGA Bigfoot which is available in its entirety at Off the Beaten Path Website
CHAPTER 11 THE DRUG CREEPS
In the rural countryside where we reside, we are being invaded by chains of marijuana dealerships. Their gummy storefronts are popping up on every corner faster than even Starbuck’s or MacDonald’s franchises. Actually we don’t even have a Starbuck’s within fifty miles of where we live. We do happen to have one MacDonald’s in the area, but that lonely MacDonald’s has been eclipsed by three newly opened marijuana stores. These pot dispensaries are all within just a few miles of our small, rural, Northern Michigan town. Add to that the many prescription drug dealerships that have already metastasized like cancer on our once peaceful, rural lives. My Bigfoot Guardian is in awe of our growing stupidity. I am too.
I grew up in the sixties, an era when our college campuses became free rein to the world’s drug cartels. On any given day or night I could have purchased a bag of Columbian Gold or Panama Red, a brick of hashish, a bundle of Thai sticks, and you name it. The college dorms smelled like opium dens. If that didn’t satisfy our University appetites, we could acquire hits of meth, peyote, LSD, or synthetic mescaline. Taking these drugs was deemed as mind expanding. No wonder we now have the insanities of Anthony Fauci and Bill Gates in our world.
This diversity of drugs migrated into the college chemistry labs and came out as pharmaceuticals and designer drugs. Pharmaceutical drug cartels are now at the helm of our medical fields, both physical and mental. We’ve got Pfizer, Astra Zeneca, Johnson and Johnson, Merck and a wealth of others clamoring to administer every chemical under our now dimmed sun. If you still give in and turn on the television, you know what I mean. The drug ads are relentless. You can get a prescription that can induce any multitude of disabling side effects. As they say, just ask your doctor.
The other day I ventured out to eat at a restaurant and saw firsthand the devastation in our community. Everyone has a pill bottle and a vast array of physical and mental ailments those drugs were designed to mask. No one is being cured of anything, it is just the opposite. New pills are needed and prescribed to keep up with and treat the disabling side effects caused by the original medications. We’re becoming a nation of cripples and drug addicts.
That is not the way it should or has to be. We must learn to kick the street and corporate drug habit! Visit your nearest naturopath, chiropractor, nutritionist and local gym. Start getting real advice and real help. That is MAGA Bigfoot’s reprogramming path back to sanity and better health.
FIRST AND FOREM0ST OF COURSE, TURN OFF THE BOOB TUBE.
Find and frequent organic farms. Drink plenty of fresh water. Smell the roses and get plenty of exercise. Sounds simple, but almost no one is doing it.
The unique essence of creation is you. That is why we are here. To create an ideal well above the the chaos created by those operating in the asylum of lost minds.
When it comes to creation, there has to be good judgement and balance for a human being to remain in a state of equilibrium with the universes in which they are engaged. Because creation often requires various degrees of destruction, this balance is achieved only via reason and innate knowing. Intellect is only a fraction of that creation, the heart and soul are the better guides to one’s worthwhile contributions to the communal act of living. It is pertinent in one’s life, to focus on creations that entail bringing about the least amount of destruction within the realm of creation.
It is easy to see the many failures of magnitude all around us. Those are creations with too much destruction.
Everything, good or bad is created. I hope you and others around you are in the “business” of creating good. Either way one goes, it is like a snowball rolling down or up the hill of life. The choice is ours. The unique essence of creation is you.
It is that time of year in Michigan. That sweet nectar of the maple is drip, drip dripping into our pails, and will soon be boiled and cooked down into that delectable syrup that will excite our taste buds.
French toast and pancakes are piled on the horizon.
Even the lilacs and willows are awakening. Thank God it is Spring.
MIGHTY SASQUATCH: THE BIGFOOT BLUEPRINT SERIES EXPLORES THE HIDDEN REALM OF SASQUATCH IN A GROUNDBREAKING COMPLETE SERIES COLLECTION
Richard Rensberry compiles his entire Conversations With Sasquatch saga into one immersive volume that challenges conventional understanding and invites readers into a mystical lifelong journey.
New York, NY, February 27, 2026 — In Bigfoot Blueprint: The Conversations With Sasquatch Book Series, author Richard Rensberry presents the complete four book series that chronicles his extraordinary journey into the mysterious world of Sasquatch. Bringing together The Encounter, Cross Over, The Awakening, and The Rising, this comprehensive edition offers readers a sweeping narrative that spans from a childhood experience to decades of spiritual discovery and exploration.
Rensberry’s story begins with what he describes as an innocent childhood encounter with Bigfoot, an event that would shape the course of his life. What started as curiosity soon evolved into a deeper quest for understanding. Over the years, that search unfolded into what he characterizes as ongoing communication and insight into beings he believes exist beyond conventional physical limitations. Bigfoot Blueprint traces that evolution in detail, inviting readers to walk alongside him as questions turn into revelations. Unlike traditional accounts that focus solely on sightings, footprints, or physical evidence, Bigfoot Blueprint approaches the Sasquatch phenomenon from a metaphysical and consciousness based perspective. Rensberry portrays these beings as interdimensional entities with intelligence, purpose, and a relationship to humanity that extends beyond folklore. Through reflective narrative and reported conversations, he explores who they are, why they remain elusive, and what their presence may signify for the future of Earth.
Central to the book are profound questions that have long surrounded the Sasquatch mystery. Why are they rarely seen yet consistently reported across cultures and generations? What are they doing here among humans? Are they guardians, observers, or participants in a larger cosmic design? Rensberry suggests that understanding Sasquatch may require humanity to expand its perception of reality itself.
Throughout the series, readers encounter themes of awakening, spiritual growth, environmental awareness, and the interconnectedness of all life. Rensberry proposes that the search for Sasquatch is not merely a search for a creature, but a search for deeper truth. His narrative blends memoir, philosophical reflection, and speculative insight, creating an immersive experience that challenges skepticism while respecting the reader’s discernment.
Richard Rensberry is an author and lifelong experiencer committed to exploring the intersection of the physical and spiritual realms. Through the Conversations With Sasquatch series, he seeks to spark thoughtful dialogue about hidden dimensions of reality and humanity’s evolving awareness.
As I believe I have mentioned earlier, I happen to live in a community predominantly composed of Amish families. I mention this because the Amish do very well in life without televisions, smart phones and the many other trappings of the Internet Age. As a group, the Amish are thriving because their free time is spent creating life affirming projects that are a great benefit to the local community. You’ll never find them gorging on the nonsense disseminated by the corporate news demigods. Another thing near and dear to my heart is their intimate connection to nature and the land. They are excellent caretakers of the earth through their good farming practices. Regenerative and organic farming will be paramount to our survival in the near future, especially in the aftermath of what I will coin as “The Coming AI Apocalypse”. My Bigfoot Guardian has warned me that artificial intelligence is rapidly positioning itself as the final straw that will break the Internet’s back.
Be prepared to grow your own food. This is something you should be doing anyway. Your future and your physical health depend on it. The cells of our bodies harmonize with the cells of organically raised and produced foods both plant and animal. On the other hand, genetically modified foods can cause a multitude of discordant disruptions inside the cells. These disruptions then foster disease, yet these GMOs are now the main staple on our grocery store shelves. Take a serious look at how these genetically modified foods are being developed and mass produced on corporate farms. They are not produced for the benefit of the consumer, but for the profitability of the corporations that own them. All you have to do is look at these corporation’s profit driven farming practices to understand their motivations.
Let me tickle you with a miracle in a shell. It is called a chicken egg. On our farm, our hens are happy. They lay fertile eggs that are capable of producing another such miracle called a baby chick. That chick grows into a happy chicken that in turn lays more eggs that hatch into chicks. They grow up to be happy chickens as well. That is not how it works in the corporate offices of New York City. There, these miracles in a shell are turned into a commodity. The eggs are mass produced by chickens imprisoned in twelve by twelve inch cages. Like Guantanamo Bay inmates confined to their pens, they can barely move. They spend their whole life in that little wire box, laying infertile eggs until they can’t lay anymore. Then they are brutally yanked from their cages by their brittle little legs. You can hear and feel their bones break. Some die right then and there. Those that don’t, along with those that do, are then stuffed into gunny sacks for shipment to the slaughterhouse. From there, they are processed and wrapped in plastic, then shipped off to McDonald’s, Wendy’s or any of a number of other corporate fast food enterprises. All the chicken eggs have been retained, counted, and recorded for sale by accountants in Manhattan. None of the egg counters have ever seen a chicken lay an egg, they are simply a part of the corporate assembly line.
So what are some immediate actions we can take to disarm such abusive practices?
Buy locally! Help support locally owned and operated farms. They should be valued and looked upon as lifeblood for you and your community. They will be a vital necessity to our survival after the coming AI Apocalypse. In the present, small farms and home gardens are important in raising the health and well being of the population as a whole. As the MAGA Bigfoot often state, “Observe the obvious and act accordingly.”
For fun and your own benefit, I would suggest you take a ride sometime and peruse that part of the country devoted to farming and food production. You will most likely see dilapidated and abandoned farm houses. The small farmers that once owned and operated them, have been forced out of business by corporate farm practices. Their farmland then got gobbled up by corporations along with China who is now a big player in this land grab. The small farms once regenerative practices have now been obliterated and transformed into huge receptacles for chemical fertilizers and toxic pesticides. Production of GMO crops and abusive farm animal practices are now the standard of the day. Don’t take my word for it, go look for yourself.
In the end, GMOs, pesticides and other toxic chemicals end up on our plates. These corporate monsters remain unchecked and are contaminating our precious water supplies and poisoning the whole food chain ecosystem. Growing our own safe and nutritious food is one surefire weapon we can deploy against this growing empire. Fortunately, we still have a vibrant seed bank to supply our home gardens and small farms.
Another valuable asset to have in our arsenal of survival skills is foraging. Foraging for food has been something my family and I have practiced for generations. It is both rewarding and fun, as well as essential for anyone seriously looking to weather the coming AI armageddon. Learning what nature has to offer in the form of fruits, herbs, roots, mushrooms, etc., is quite the life affirming experience in itself. Within just a few miles of our home we can forage and secure a diverse store that can supply us through the winter.
Another form of foraging is the collecting of useful items that can come in handy in a pinch. I look for discarded and abandoned items with a creative eye. It’s not always what you find that is important, it is what it can become. Random pieces of metal can be turned into a stove or maybe even a chair. A gnarled piece of driftwood can be turned into a lovely lamp or a wall hanging. Lots of things speak to me of what they can become, that’s the miracle of abundance. Manifest wise—intend and you shall receive.
So turn off your TVs and smart phones. Step outside, take a deep breath and get your hands dirty. Participate with your heart and soul in the proper growing of nourishing food. Build your own flourishing and prospering reality.
