On Monday I stayed in Texas, at 32.43123° N, 99.62753° W. I sleep wearing a black knit cap to keep my head warm. On Tuesday morning, as usual, I put my earplugs, a tissue and my eye mask into my hat and packed the hat in my car. I thought.
Abilene, Texas
06 March 2023 Monday dawn
I then drove more than 750 kilometres and stopped for the evening in Lousiana, at 32.45363° N, 91.75975° W. When I first walked up to the spot I 'found' in Lousiana, my knit cap was on the ground, my mask, earplugs and tissue inside. Someone had removed the cap from my belongings. The cap had been placed at the spot I was supposed to stay Tuesday evening. This is a typical daily exercise.
I have been doing this for three years now. Me finding locations such as where the hat was placed is how they know I am what I am.
My time coming, any day
Don't worry about me, no
Been so long I felt this way
But I'm in no hurry, no
Rainbows end down that highway
Where ocean breezes blow
My time coming, voices saying
And they tell me where to go
Another method to determine the receptiveness of people like me is frequently used with infants. Artifacts are arranged around the infant. The infant's connectivity is decipherable by which artifacts the child chooses.
I don't pray. Praying externalises responsiblity. I meditate. The answers are within. Each of us has our own answers. Each of us must find our own answers.
Because of my role, certain achievements are only possible by me. I understand why some pray. They don't have the tools or resources. They need me to obtain what they wish to achieve.
My problem is many people are preying, not praying. Less preying would make everyone better. Nonetheless, sometimes killing is necessary.
Brave men fall with a battlecry
Tears fill the eyes of their loved ones and their brothers in arms
And so it went for Joseph Warren
It should have been different, it could have been easy
His rank could've saved him but a country unborn needs bravery
And it spread like wildfire
From the ashes grew sweet liberty
Like the seeds of the pines when the forest burns
They open up to grow and burn again
And it should've been different, it could have been easy
But too much money rolled in to ever end slavery
And the cry for war spread like wildfire
Civil war came and civil war went
Brother fought brother, the south was spent
But its true demise was hatred passed down through the years
And it should have been different, it could have been easy
But pride has a way of holding too firm to history
Then it burns like wildfire
I was born a southern son
In a small southern town where the rebels run wild
They beat their chests and they swear "we're gonna rise again"
And it should have been different, it could have been easy
The day that old Warren died, hate should've gone with him
But here we are caught in a wildfire
令和五年三月十五日（水）
Some years ago, I was meeting privately with an attorney at a law firm in Denver. He expressed sympathy for Apple because they were resolutely resisting federal attempts at accessing an Apple user's datum. I pointed out to him that the reason Apple was making such a media stink was because there were ten other users Apple was helping the government impoverish on a daily basis. You might be one.
Please. You think one rinky dink geek bank means something to me? I am looking for something like Arthur Andersen and Enron collapses combined. Japanese helped me with the AA collapse. SoCal folks helped me with Enron. Now it's Alabama's turn.
And if you are worried, 'o no, if Apple goes bankrupt, what will I do about my phone?', one of the things I have learned in 60 years is, my next idea will be better. Have faith comrades.
Your choice is simple.
Vote for someone else, which is a vote to perpetuate your SillyCon Valley enslavement, or
vote for me. Please register Rebublican. Today.
